#i have work to do so ima just put anon off for now

[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

Someone Worth Loving | Yandere!Imayoshi Shouichi

for anon who asked "in which a popular s/o was the crush of imayoshi in first year until there year, but  s/o didn't want to be tie down so they just play around, and yan! imayoshi was a delusional to think that he's special. i think imayoshi will be very oc, so feel free to change something hehe. i love your writing style and works" this was fun to write, challenging but also a good chance to have a think about yandere!imayoshi further and outside my usual box for him. he's not particularly delusional here - i just can't see someone as socially aware and intelligent as ima being a delusional yandere. but i figured the combination of a) him not being a control freak and being pretty laidback; having that darker side, but also not wanting people to perceive him as evil unlike hanamiya + b) probable abandonment/grief issues after losing his mum + c) liking prim and proper girls = a more intriguing and unique yandere than i usually give him credit for. so thanks for the ask anon, and without further ado... content warning for slight explicit-ness. this is a yandere fic - it's not romance, and it's written accordingly.

It was love at first sight for Imayoshi. 

On that fatal first day, you skipped through the doors of the Touou classroom that you would share with Imayoshi for the next three years, holding hands with a ‘friend’ you had befriended just minutes prior (whom, Imayoshi already understood, would be forgotten about as soon as someone more suitable appeared to take her place), asking her where they should sit.

The other girl pointed to two empty desks near the front. That was when you let go of her hand. 

“I just have to sit by the windows,” you said, not at all apologetically, as if it was a given, not even sparing a second glance at the girl beside you - her eyes a little wide, almost a touch teary as she realised that she was already being demoted to rank of Friendless First Year. 

There was only one seat left near the windows. They’d have to split up. And the remaining chair was by fellow first year Imayoshi, who was pulling a pen out his backpack, pondering whether to ignore you or put on a show of bored confidence and do introductions.

As he pondered, you sat down beside him. Your knee briefly pressed against his. Then panicked, pulled away. You looked around the classroom as if you were ignoring your seatmate by accident, just curious about all the new faces. You had felt the sparks too. 

It took only this long - just those few seconds - for Imayoshi to stumble across realisations that would affect the rest of his life. 

(1) For all that confidence you showed off - confidence that, as you grew older, would become glam and men double your age wrapping their arms around your shoulders - you were an insecure coward like the crowds of girls who looked up to you from the distance.

(2) Imayoshi was feeling something. At the time, he called it curiosity; it would take later introspections for it to be correctly labelled as love. 

Not that there was much reason to love you, at the beginning anyway. Though the two of you talked often, quick conversations in at least a couple classes a day, they were nothing but the usual seatmate discussions. You, an idiot, had cottoned onto the fact that Imayoshi was breezing through every class. You put on your usual batting-eyelashes persona, cutesy obsequiousness (“I’m so sorry to bother you again, but for number 13...”) punctuated with meaningless sweet-nothings (“Honestly, Shouichi, you’re the best. I love you.”), and who was he to deny your requests for help?

Of course, with anyone else, Imayoshi would have gotten fed up by now - the occasional question was fine, but in almost every lesson? - yet it was cute how you thought you could rely on him. Like you seriously believed that him talking you through integrating exponentials meant you could trust him. 

When he’d walk into the classroom at break, while you were sat gossiping with all your girlfriends (an ever-expanding plague of copycats, B-rate versions of you), they’d all stop talking but you. 

You’d say, “don’t worry about him - that’s my bestie, Shouichi. He’s literally saving my grade right now.”

And then everyone would go back to gossiping, and you’d flash him a quick smile, and Imayoshi would never comment on how he technically hadn’t given you permission to use his first name, or on how it was so fucking stupid of you to dismiss him as the nerd who let you copy his answers sometimes. Like he didn’t have ears; like he was just one of your pawns; like he didn’t own you. 

Okay, that was an exaggeration. Maybe. But Imayoshi did in fact have ears, and he was a being with agency who overheard plenty of gossip and rumours, gossip that could destroy your sweet little reputation - not to mention your relationship with your parents - if he so chose. The fact that he didn’t was chivalry in action. Anyone else would have faced his bored wrath - he’d already manipulated a few rumours such that you had discarded one of your close friends on account of them.

Yet, for the time being, he was content letting you bathe in the sunlight. 

After all, he couldn’t have his future wife kicked out of school for being a pathetic, needy slut who couldn’t let a party finish without having at least slammed her lips on at least one total stranger.  

If you got expelled, you wouldn’t be in the yearbook. And then what would the two of you reminisce over, twenty years from now, cuddling on the sofa? 

So he tried to be content with observing you, playing his part as the polite nerd, and it worked for over a year. There were highs (you cheering him on during the final basketball match in your first year); there were lows (you had brought some brainless baseball jock to the match). But Imayoshi endured. Imayoshi took his time. Imayoshi let you gush over how happy you were to be sitting next to him again in your second year - “you’re my guardian angel, Shou-chan”. Imayoshi turned a blind eye to the partying and the boys, who lingered by the classroom door hoping to catch sight of you, and the never-ending stream of friends, and the way you’d smile at him like you adored him, only to switch it off as soon as the class was over. As soon as you had no more use for him.

Imayoshi, mature for his age, understood that he couldn’t make you who he wanted you to be overnight. Unfortunately, it seemed that girls like you just had to go through this phase. 

It was in the third year that things went downhill.

When it rains, it pours. On the first day of term, you hadn’t greeted him when you entered the classroom, too busy texting frantically on your phone, a new fluffy pink keychain dangling from it that didn’t match any of your girl friends’ and so had to be a gift from a stranger.

Imayoshi had greeted you, of course.

But when you had looked up briefly to smile and say hi back, he had been demoted: "Shouichi" instead of "Shou-chan". 

You were working harder than before too. Suddenly, the two of you were working in silence side by side, your hair falling over your face, hiding it from Imayoshi. You never once tucked it behind your ear to ask Imayoshi for the answers to the next section. You just sat and wrote away, like you fancied yourself the best in the class now. Clearly, you’d been studying over the holiday. Fine. Good even - Imayoshi couldn’t marry a complete fool, even an obedient housewife needed some brains. But to reject him because of it? Discard him like all the other toys you got bored of using? 

He felt his anger swell and spin in a strength of feeling he had not known since his mother died. Murder occurred to him; abduction no longer seemed unreasonable. He tucked away duct tape and rope and sleeping pills in a shelf his sister could not reach, locked it for good measure, and spent his nights tossing and turning and questioning his own identity. 

He heard rumours you were in trouble. Kicked out the house, financial issues, an abortion: almost everything got mentioned. Someone had a friend whose mum was a cop, and apparently you’d been visiting the police station following a domestic violence case, a prostitution case, or maybe just a mugging. The specifics were unclear and frequently changed, but Imayoshi took sight of the bruises on your neck and arms, just visible under layers of concealer, and on he went pondering.

He would never get the truth out of you directly, no. These days, whenever he entered the classroom at break, you and your few remaining trusted friends whispered until he left. The trust was gone; and the gossip no longer appropriate for male ears to hear.

A complete stranger would have been treated in the same way. A stranger. 

He’d put so much work into you, spent two years as a loyal servant, letting you feel smug and superior, and this was what he fucking got for it? 

"Imayoshi was not rash," he told himself. 

"Imayoshi wants to be rash," his reflection parroted back to him. 

“Imayoshi?” called Susa, nudging him in the middle of a study session, “you okay?”

“Tired,” replied Imayoshi, realising that the page in front of him was still empty. 

He smiled an easy smile, and forced the thought of you out of his mind before he snapped his pencil in two. 

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And “he’s tired” was what Susa repeated when Harasawa, fiddling with his hair, asked why Imayoshi acting a bit out of it today. 

The coach glanced at Imayoshi with critical eyes, and saw a stranger in him. “Do you want to take a break?”

“I’ll be alright.“ Imayoshi forced the familiar grin across his lips yet again. “Some match play will wake me up.”

The last thing he needed was some time away from basketball. For every minute he wasn’t concentrating on the game, he was thinking of you smiling at male ‘friends’, you cuddling up with police officers, you flirting with strangers on the street, you and that miniskirt you wore everywhere outside of school and the men who would stare and you feeding into their attraction, and they’d put a hand around your waist and let their fingers slip underneath your tights, and they’d murmur “hotel?” to you, and you’d rub up against them and- 

Sakurai passed the ball to Imayoshi, and the captain dribbled and felt a moment’s peace. He passed it back to Wakamatsu, standing ready under the hoop-

You’d be pulling off your clothes real slow, really teasing them, and they’d be touching and licking and sucking on that skin that belonged to Imayoshi alone. They’d throw you to the bed; you squeal, maybe whimper at the big bad man standing in front of you. God you’d be noisy, slut that you are - you wouldn’t talk to Imayoshi any more but you wouldn’t shut up for these salarymen (why did Momoi have to mention that word on the street was you were in the JK business now? If hearing of you being with classmates wasn’t torture enough!), even when you were gagging you’d be crying out, tears in your eyes, and maybe they beat you, maybe they ground into you until you couldn’t walk, your underwear ripped, miniskirt stained around your hip, lying hopelessly on a bed in an empty room, your skin littered with both hickeys and bruises. 

Maybe you’d pray for a better life. The audacity to pray having spent all these years betraying him. 

“Are you sure everything’s alright?” muttered Susa in the changing room, briefly squeezing his friend's shoulder. 

Imayoshi looked around feeling like he’d awoken from a nightmare.

Everyone but Imayoshi had long finished changing out of their kit. People were talking, laughing, bouncing a spare basketball against the wall. Aomine, despite being a known virgin, was proudly announcing his list of the easiest lays in the school. Your name came in at number two. And before Imayoshi could ask Aomine how he knew that if all he spent his free time doing was jerking off to magazine pages, Wakamatsu interjected. 

Wakamatsu told Aomine not to talk about you like that.

Wakamatsu was blushing. 

"You fucking siren," murmured Imayoshi under his breath, thinking of the way you used to bat your eyelashes at him. 

Something about the blonde made Imayoshi see mistakes like never before. God himself couldn’t have made it any clearer. Imayoshi had let you run wild for too long, and in your own sickness you had diseased everyone else too. You had brought shame to yourself, and - worse - to the Imayoshi name that you would one day take on as your own. 

It was time to remind you to whom you belonged. Maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t be too late to make you an honourable housewife, an obedient little dog. 

“You still there?” said Susa with a little more concern, nudging Imayoshi again. 

“Don’t worry,” and this time Imayoshi didn’t need to force that closed-eye, cruel grin. “I’ve got something to sort out, and then I’ll be back to normal.”

He would teach you that he had never been your toy. 

#if you liked this fic #please do consider reblogging it #tbf this wasn't too long to write #but god was it tiring to proofread #not the fic's fault i'm just tired of editing #my brain zones out #anyway yeah this will probably be my last post this year #seasons greetings to anyone who wants them #personally not in the christmas mood but alas #could really use a proper holiday right about now #any billionaires out there willing to sponsor me hmu #right proper tags time now #imayoshi shouichi #imayoshi shoichi #x reader #reader insert #touou #too high school #yandere #x y/n #x you #kirisaki daichi scenarios #oneshot #fanfic #knb #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basuke #the basketball which kuroko plays #someone worth loving #jealousy

[wendy-darling23]

Behind the scenes

People: Ler! Sneeg and Lee! Ranboo, a little bit of implied ler!charlie at the end.

Summary: They had just finished filming an episode of Genloss and Ranboo and Sneeg at hanging out. Let’s just say Sneeg’s hands had minds of their own.

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“Well! That’s a rap, you guys did good!” Ranboo said, appreciating everyone’s hard work. “Hey Sneeg! Wanna chill out in the coffee room?” (Ima assume they had a coffee room)

“Sure, By the way can we go over the script real quick?” Sneeg replied, kinda confused on what he was supposed to do.

“Yeah, duh, of course.” Ranboo said walking into the room. They sat down and chatted for a bit. Sneeg could see that Ranboo was a little bit stressed about how things were going to go. Sneeg wanted to get Ranboo to ease up, suddenly, he got an idea

“Yeah then we- we go into the room and-“ Ranboo cut off after hearing Sneeg groan.

“AH- DUDE RUN, I THINK IM GETTING BRAIN WASHED- AH” Sneeg shouted, dramatically falling to the flour. Ranboo got up at this in a slight worry. Sneeg shook everywhere like he was seizing.

“DUDE RUN, OR YOU’LL REGRET IT-“ Sneeg suddenly fell limp, like he died or something (just like he did more than once in Genloss). Ranboo slowly crept up to Sneeg.

“…Sneeg?” Ranboo softly said, genuinely confused.

“Sneeg is no longer here…. I AM NOW THE TICKLE MONSTER!” Sneeg- or should I say the tickle monster- jumped up and pinned Ranboo to the ground.

“AH- um Snehehg we can tahahlk about thihihis.” Ranboo said, already giggling with anticipation.

“Nah dude, I sensed your stress, I had to take over and fix that.” Sneeg said like it was a totally normal thing. With that, he dug his hands into Ranboo’s sides.

“Snehehehehehg nohohohohoho, dohohohohohon’t” Ranboo said, immediately bursting into giggles.

“Don’t what? Don’t stop? Well I guess If you asked for it I just have to oblige I guess.” Sneeg teased, moving up to his ribs.

“NOHOHOHOHO- Yohohohohur sohohoho mehehehehahahn!” Ranboo giggled out, suprised at the sudden rib tickles.

“WHAT? Me? Dude I’m the one trying to make you feel better,” Sneeg said, moving down to Ranboo’s hips, “Besides, I didn’t even hold your hands down, you had alll the power to stop me, and you didn’t! What about that huh?”

“SHUHSHSHSHHEHEHEH” Ranboo Managed to get out.(nah he was like ‘DONT EXPOSE ME SSSHHH’) Sneeg smiled, knowing he had enough he slowed down the tickles. He helped Ranboo back onto the couch and sat beside him.

“You know, if you ever feel stressed or worried, you can talk about it. We’re here for you dude.” Sneeg said in a semi-serious tone.

“Thanks, I kinda needed that…” Ranboo said looking down. Sneeg poked his side. Ranboo shrieked and shuffled away. Sneeg chuckled putting his hand on Ranboo’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’m done. But you will definitely be getting it from him.” Sneeg said, pointing at The doorway. Ranboo was confused until he saw Charlie at the doorway.

Let’s just say, Ranboo’s stress was long gone.

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I think it was a little short. But I’m happy with it!

I hope the anon is happy with it-

Anyways PLEASE GIVE ME MORE REQUEST SO I CAN HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH MY LIFE.

#ler! Sneeg #lee!ranboo #genloss #I have a use nooooww

[hotdamnhunnam]

Eat My Crow

A/N: So who else is obsessed with jealous Jax?!? 🤤 This fic is based on the two below requests – in which you and Jax make each other jealous and end up having a huge fight over it, followed by super hot makeup sex!

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, ANGSTY ANGST, rough sex, possessive jealous dom!Jax Request: Two separate anon requests – (1) & (2)

Word Count: ~2.5k

So you married a snack. There’s no problem with that. You’ve accepted the fact that your husband, the crown prince of Charming, is going to strut his fine ass around town calling everyone darlin’ and flashing his signature slut-magnet smile, ‘cause that’s just his style. You’ve gotten quite used to it now after being his wife for a while.

But the problem with Jax... well, he’s more than a snack. He’s a whole fucking feast. He’s a goddamn buffet, on display every day, all-you-can-fucking-eat. And the bitches attack when he walks down the street. You’ve been taking this shit in stride, telling yourself it’s alright. And it is, you decide. Because it’s gotta be. Even when he flirts back, he’s assuring you constantly that no one else means a thing to him, honestly. 

Babe, it’s just business. I promised you my pussy-hounding days are finished. And I mean it. Really do. Ever since you and I started this, I’ve never thought of sex with anybody else, not for a minute. Have you even seen yourself? So fucking beautiful you’re on another level. No crow eater could ever get my dick so wet and take it so damn well. I’m serious. The whole Cara Cara crew doesn’t got shit on you. Fuck all those whores. I mean, maybe I did... before. But baby, now my heart is yours, and yours belongs to me too—doesn’t it? Just gotta trust me with it.

And you do believe it’s true, that you’re his one and only princess in a sea of faceless bitches. Jax loves you, and no one else. Love is your witness.

Still... some nights the dirty bastard really tests your fucking limits.

Like tonight. You watch him from across the room and feel the daggers you’ve got glaring from your eyes. He’s flirting up a storm and working all his charms, one pornstar clawing at each arm, while your arch nemesis is practically grinding her pussy up against his thigh. 

What kind of shameless cunt seriously goes by the name of ‘Ima Tite’? Of all the clingy twits who think that Jax will be attracted to their false lashes and fake tits, she’s your absolute least favorite. A couple times she even tried to pick a fight. You always put her in her place, but she can’t seem to stay away...

Just then, an unexpected voice distracts you from your jealous daze. “...Hey.”

You look up from your drink, with a few blinks to chase the daggers from your gaze. This random guy is a new prospect that you recognize; you’ve seen him once or twice. He’s kind of cute, you think, in quite a clueless little fuckboy kind of way.

Though normally you don’t have eyes for anyone but Jax, you force yourself to see this cheap vending machine treat as a satisfying snack. ‘Cause if your man is gonna keep on letting his married ass come under attack... then that’s a game that two can play.

***************

“Babe, you okay?”

You glance up from the bathroom sink to see your husband standing in the doorway. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you lie, trying to hide the true reply that’s shooting from your eyes. Just go away.

“Know there’s no point in ever lying to me, right?” he tells you as he steps inside.

You heave a sigh, meeting your own bitter stare in the mirror, well aware that Jax takes pride in reading your mind. “It’s nothing; I’m just—”

“Sick of seeing me swimming around in a pile of sluts?” he finishes the sentence. Coming through. “Come on, Y/N, just... please don’t let ‘em get to you.”

Already he’s fucking you up with the force of his presence, the way he moves close and surrounds you in his manly scent, drowning you in his essence.

“Babe, you know I hate these pornstar parties just as much as you do. Boob job Barbies aren’t my thing, but I’m taking one for the crew. Apparently letting the girls rub up against the prince of Charming keeps them coming. Keeps the whole damn business up and running. Who knew?”

“I did, for one,” you groan, as he enfolds you in his flannel-clad arms and looks up to lock eyes in the mirror, smiling at the view. “And stop being a cheeky little shit, ‘cause you did too.”

Jax doesn’t fight you on that since it’s too blatantly true. “What do I have to do to prove—”

“That’s just the problem, Jax,” you snap as you reluctantly pull out of his embrace, stepping away, pushing him back. “You shouldn’t have to ‘prove’ your love.”

“Damn right I shouldn’t,” he huffs, not too happy about how you just shoved him off. “But here you’re telling me the way I love you isn’t good enough.”

“No, I’m not,” you mutter, not even wanting to get into the real reason why you’re so mad. Because it doesn’t matter. “I never said that.”

“Think I don’t know how to read between the lines? Told you a thousand times that I will always read your fucking mind.”

“Yeah well, read this, genius,” you hiss, flipping your middle finger in his face. Because of course you’re so fucking mature that way.

The gesture was so pointless that he easily dismisses it, that very instant. “Seriously, Y/N. We talked about this. It’s business. They’re just emp—”

“Empty or not,” you interrupt, ranting without a second thought, “they’re always all over your ass, and you know how I feel about that. Know it pisses me off seeing so many hoes eating my fucking crow.”

Jax rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “Babe, they’re not ‘eating’ shit—”

“Yeah, well they’re feeding it. Constantly smothering my husband in a sea of tits. Raking their filthy fingers through your hair, while I’m standing across the room right fucking there.” ... as if I don’t even exist, you finish in your head, not saying that aloud. Not yet.

“So the hell what? You don’t trust me to handle myself around sluts?”

“Don’t fucking talk to me about trust.”

“No, that’s exactly what we’re gonna talk about. ‘Cause clearly you don’t have any in me,” he counters forcefully. “Clearly you still have doubts, when I tell you that all of this business is meaningless, empty—”

“I’ll tell you what’s empty,” you snarl, slamming both hands into his chest aggressively. The suddenness of your attack has him reeling until his kutte-clad back is pressed against the wall. “Your fucking promises. That shit you’d always tell me. Guess all that was also just part of your business.”

Beautiful blue eyes blink at you. Appalled, confused. More than a little shocked. Just what you meant, he has no clue. And he’s ashamed that he can’t see straight through you in this moment, just the way he loves to do. “Y/N, the fuck...?”

Right then, as you’re all set to spell it out for him... you hear a familiar voice just outside the bathroom. Loud enough to hear through the closed door. It’s that fucking whore. She won’t bother to knock, you’re pretty sure. And all of a sudden... the lioness lurking behind the woman in you feels a spiteful kind of urge you’ve never had before.

“I need your cock,” you grunt, which is an honest statement; Jax’s dick is the one thing you’ll always want. No matter how, no matter what. “Like, now. Let’s fuck.”

Jax takes a pause, clenching his jaw, dim lighting glinting off his golden locks. “Babe, we should talk...”

“No, we should not,” you snap, pressing your lips to his to shut him up, heavy and hot. “Fuck that. Just fuck me, Jax.”

And the lust-driven lion in him knows there’s no use trying to fight back. He cedes to your demands, leather and flannel sliding down his flawless body as you pull at them with frantic hands. Giving in passionately to exactly what you want—and in a split second, he’s suddenly the one on the attack.

You rake your fingers through the lustrous head of blonde hair that belongs to you, the way those other bitches love to do. Fuck all those whores. Every last lock is yours, just as his cock is yours, and you both know it’s true.

Once Jax is slamming you against the wall like an insatiable animal, that’s when the bathroom door opens. And Ima stands there gawking for a moment, just as you’d been hoping. Just as you had planned. 

Jax doesn’t even register her presence—far too deeply engrossed in ferociously fucking you over—as you and she briefly make eye contact over his shoulder, you shoot her a fierce, fiery glance. Bitch better back off my fucking man.

Now that you’ve staked your claim, you’re finished with this game.

Jax isn’t done—he hasn’t come—but today, just for once, you decide that you want it to end that way. Allowing him release would grant him victory. 

You’re well aware that you’re being the cattiest, brattiest bitch in fucking history. But maybe you deserve to be. Maybe that’s one of the perks of being queen. You’ve earned the right to whip your claws out and to get a little mean.

“Okay—enough,” you say, pushing him off.

He’s never looked so shocked, still impaling you on his massive monster cock. “Uhhh... what the fuck?”

“Jax, I was just using your ass to make a point in front of one of your crow-eating sluts,” you tell him, clear and blunt. Pretending not to care as you see him flinch in disgust. “And now I’m done. Got what I want.”

He looks incapable of processing the shit you’re dishing out. Stung by each word out of your mouth. Apparently still clueless as to what this is about. 

You know deep down you shouldn’t blame him, but the only other option is to blame yourself. And you just can’t. At least not right this instant. Shit would hurt like fucking hell. He wouldn’t understand. The reason you escaped into the bathroom in the first place, just to wallow in your heartbreak... fuck’s sake, you don’t even fully understand.

Hope he doesn’t notice as you wipe a stray tear with the back of your hand. “Did you hear me or not? Get the fuck out.”

He noticed. Definitely did. Holds back his own somehow. “Y/N, who even are you right now?”

“The fact you have to ask, Jax...” you murmur, pushing him further back. “You wouldn’t have to if you’d only looked at me just once tonight. The way you promised me you always would, right? No matter what? Promised that I’m the only woman in your life, the only face you ever see, even when you’re buried in sluts? Maybe that’s where you really want to be. Because you’re fucking blind, apparently.”

Quietly shoving his unsatisfied dick back inside his pants, he tries to hold you in place with his other hand. “Y/N—can...”

“No, Jackson, we can’t just talk about this shit. Because it honestly makes me sick that you didn’t even notice, when—when I...” your voice trails off into a shaky sigh, terrified to admit the unspeakable thing you almost did. “Fuck this. Right now there’s nothing you can say.”

You turn to leave, wiping more tears on your sleeve. You hate yourself so much more than you hate him, in this moment. Truth is you don’t hate him one bit. Couldn’t even if you wanted. Just hate the way that loving him drove you to do something so stupid and dishonest. Hate yourself for being so ashamed about the fact Jax didn’t notice. Is that his fault? Yeah, it probably is. But not nearly as much your fault for having done what you did in the first instance. You crossed a line that he didn’t. A line he never would, because he’s good.

Whereas your sorry ass... you reckon, right this second, that you’re no better than any of those damn crow-eating cunts you hate so much. Much worse, in fact. The truth is you don’t deserve Jax.

“For someone who can always read my mind, you sure as hell fucked up today,” you choke the words out of your throat, knowing they’re out of line. Trying your best to keep your dignity afloat, though it’s an ever-sinking boat. “Why don’t you get back to your business. Prince of Charming keeping everything running, just like you said. For once now I won’t let you have the cake and eat it, act like you’re some loving husband, as if I’m your one true princess. ‘Cause I’m not, okay? Guess the prince doesn’t always get his way.”

Once you’ve fled from the bathroom—ignoring how you only feel worse now that you’ve turned your back on him—you drown out the pain in your heart with a series of shots at the bar. Wondering if you should run back into his arms and explain everything and tell him just how sorry you are. 

Just a minute afterward, you hear the front door to the clubhouse slam shut, hard. Fucking loud, as Jax furiously storms out.

That’s when you notice, finally, that the prospect you had almost kissed, right on the motherfucking mouth, not long ago tonight... is sitting at the far end of the room, with a few concerned club members and crow eaters hanging around at his side. The poor bastard is healing from some fucking serious wounds.

That’s all you need to see, to realize suddenly—Jax did notice. Of course he fucking did. And you could kill yourself in shame for having ever doubted it. 

Why hadn’t he confronted you with that shit, when he joined you in the bathroom after pummeling the prospect with his jealous fists? Hadn’t your man been mad about it? Fucking pissed? Why didn’t he step in between the two of you and stop it sooner, if he’d noticed, so it wouldn’t have to come to this...? 

Truth hits you now, somehow, long overdue—it must’ve been because he trusted you. Figured you were playing some stupid game and trusted that you wouldn’t overstep your limits, though you ultimately very nearly did. He must’ve trusted you the way you should’ve always trusted him. Clarity hits you just as hard as the door slamming when he’d stormed out of the room.

And you have never felt like such absolute shit.

You had hoped that Jax would be pissed, to be honest. Because you’re so fucking mature. Had wanted him to channel all that alpha male possessive jealous rage toward you, for sure. That was what you had expected. After dishing out a lesson to the overstepping prospect, he would be all set to ruin you in bed...

But you had ruined any chance of that, by being so insensitive and immature and insecure instead.

Now all you want is just to throw yourself at him, wherever he has gone, shamelessly begging for forgiveness, for the stupid awful shit you’ve said and done... beg for possessive, jealous Jax to savagely punish your sorry ass, as soon as he gets home.

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... Continued in Part 2!

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[sinswithpleasure]

I was looking for your take on the anon's "small problem" with the new writers and this remind me of my apology for "taking" your Chaeyoung FBW idea days back. Glad that I learned from it and ideas that are not patented can't be an issue of who's copying and who's not. In real life people fuck in common places with common routines (kitchen foreplay before mirror sex). You can't accuse them copying your idea just because they had the same place and routine as you and your partner. If we're going to pull the "originality" card then everyone will not qualify because it boils down to one concept and that's SEX between female idols and male readers.

On the other hand, I feel like this anon is looking for some soul from the works of the new writers and comparing it to the works of senior writers here. For me that's an unfair comparison since the new writers are still exploring their potentials and some were pushed to write because they were inspired by the senior writers so most likely their concept will be common from their inspiration.

As a reader, I tend to re-read my favorite fanfics and the surge of new writers gave me the opportunity to read each works and evaluate them if they can be added to "my favorites". If not then I will not read them again, easy.

Anyways, I know I'm not that good at expressing my thoughts to words and I'm posting here, Sins. Thank you so much and BreedingKinkSana will always be my favorite. BreedingKinkSanaSupremacy ♥️

I can be your hero horse baby.

Warning: Incoherent rambling ahead. I am willing to discuss if it doesn't make sense. I am not good with words unless I'm writing.

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This is kind of what i'm talking about.

How many different ideas can there be in the first place? I know for a fact that Mint and I share the same fantasy of having someone like Jinsoul or Yeojin or Chuu in business attire, but she slowly strips it off and then yknow, we do the nasty in the office. That's something I'm pretty sure I write a lot of, and Mint has already done it (or somewhat, with the Chuu fic I prompted).

Oh hell, if we wna talk office sex - BT, Chapter 12 with Mina. The Dahyun one in the conference room. Choa and Dahyun in the meeting room. Tzuyu and Dahyun in OC's office. It's all workplace sex. Even Peach's Sin and Punishment is workplace.

At this point, nothing is original. Even if I wrote clown sex, ballooning, vore, sounding, cock chopping, etc, I can 100% tell you AO3 has it already done. I can even link the clown sex fic if I want. Hell, even the cock chopping one.

Can't really say that its copying when its an idea or concept. Now, if I went to locke's BT series and changed every name to LOONA then that's exactly what it is—copying, plagiarism. But if I wrote just desk sex then yeah that's an idea I took off of it.

Hell, even my upcoming Yves fic was inspired by AO3.

I actively encourage people to take my ideas, actually, if they check that i'm not writing it first. I don't mind having people post kind of the same stuff as I do because it's mutual learning.

Anyways yeah this is a bit of a random spiel. Ima summarize what I wanna say:

Ideas cannot be patented unless it's made physical—ie. if someone invented the covid vaccine and has it legally put under their name, I can't say its mine. But if it doesn't exist physically, I can take it and start work on it. It just has to be original. (Asmodeus is doing work on ideas ive spouted, i like that)

Everyone has shared fantasies. If you don't like reading the same shit, don't read it. It's that simple.

Reiterating that ideas aren't original at all.

If any writers see this, feel free to reblog with any thoughts (agree, disagree) and discuss. The stuff I say here only makes sense to me and idk if yall think the same???

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[witching-hour]

Best Friend [Jax Teller x Reader]

REQUESTED BY ANON 20,21,22 from 100 prompts with jax teller x reader plz

REQUESTED BY ANON Hi! Can I request a jax teller x reader with something along the lines of the reader being jax’s best friend and getting into a fight with a crow-eater because she’s jealous? Thank you luv

(A/N): so since you both had somewhat similar requests, i decided to use the second one’s synopsis with the prompts from the first one. i did change the first prompt a bit, though. “I was so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend” (20). “Because I love you, you asshole!” (21). “Come over here and make me” (22)

SUMMARY: the reader let’s her jealousy over her best friend consumer her, which causes her to get in a fight with a crow-eater

TW: violence, blood

THE music was loud. Very, very loud. You could barley hear your own thoughts over it, and were surprised how you haven’t gone deaf yet. Sitting at the bar in the Clubhouse during one of the notorious Friday night parties the club loved throwing, was how it looked like you were spending your night.

Opie was sitting at a table in the corner of the room with Lyla on his lap, smoking a joint that was being passed around with Bobby and Tig. You saw Juice get dragged off to the dorms early on with two sweet-butts that managed to capture his attention. Happy was tattooing a nomad, Quinn, who had stopped in town to visit his fellow patched brothers. Chibs was on the other end of the bar speaking with Gemma and Nero over the shortbread she made the other night during a family dinner. And Jax—you didn’t know where he was.

Probably getting his dick wet with some random crow-eater or sweet-butt on the lot. You scowled at the mental picture your brain was creating. Charming’s favorite playboy was at it again. Wonderful.

Sure, you could admit you were jealous that Jax had slept with almost every woman in Charming except you, which you should have held pride for for not being just another notch added to the Prince Charming’s belt. Yet, you didn’t. You made the stupid mistake of falling in love with your best friend. What a cliche, (Y/N). Your mother would be laughing at you right now.

You couldn’t help it. Jax wasn’t even trying and he’d managed to swoop you up from under your feet. With his infamous panty-dropping smile and perfect teeth, even with him being a smoker—which he also made hot for a habit you found disgusting. His grown out, slicked back blonde hair which matched his personality perfectly. Man, how you wished to run your hands through it. His broad shoulders and arms were enough to make you drool. And that six-pack hidden under his layers of t-shirts, flannels, and his kutte...you were done for. With all that, you definitely knew that man was packing some serious heat. Plus all the talk from all the the women he’s been with over the years.

His physical features were more than appreciated, but they weren’t the ones that reeled you in. It was the way he wore his heart on his sleeve. How he was so calm and collected in the most life-threatening situations, calculated. How protective and compassionate he was. His loyalty for his family, brothers, and friends. His undevoted love for those he cared about, because you learned when Jax Teller loved, he loved hard. The way he was with his son, Abel, made you swoon each time you saw them together. He was an amazing father, there was no doubt about it. Especially when he pushed the club into legitimate business in the name of the boy, who looked and acted so much like him, and to honor the father that was taken from him too soon. He sought out the dream his father envisioned, and executed it.

Jax was a bad boy, but a good man at heart. He had done unspeakable things, you knew that. The same hands he used to stroke your cheek, or to hold your hand, or to hug you, were the same hands that had been coated in the blood of his enemies. And was it stupid of you to say you weren’t scared of a man so violent and with the power to hurt another being? Maybe. But maybe it was the gut feeling you had that told you were safe with him. That he would never hurt you, and always protect you.

He was your best friend. Of course he would protect you. Of course he would hug you. Of course he cared about you. He loved you. He’s said it before. Just not in the context you always hoped for.

Glaring down the bottle of beer you had had in your grasp, caught the attention of Lyla who had gotten up from Opie’s lap and zigzagged through the crowd looking for you. Once she saw you alone at the bar, she frowned.

The minute she found a place next to you, she didn’t hesitate to ask you what was going on in that head of yours. “Are you okay?” She may not have been innocent when it came to her work, but she acted as sweet and polite like she was. She was an angel and your female best friend, like a sister.

“Yeah, I’m good.” You sighed. No you weren’t good. Thinking about your (male) best friend’s adventures with women that weren’t you, was not something that would put you in a good mood.

Her eyes ran over your face again, letting a sympathetic half-smile rest on hers. “Jax, again?”

“Mm,” you nodded sarcastically, a tight-lipped grin taking its place. “How’d you know?”

Before she could reply, you felt the air in the room shift. Her gaze left you and fell in the doorway that led to the dorms for patches. Jax walked through, his usual cocky and cool vibe flooding in as he took long strides to where you both stood. And neither of you missed as the infamous porn-slut no one could stand stroll out behind him. Ima Tite.

Your jaw clenched, slightly shaking you head in disbelief. He actually slept with the so called “rancid pussy” he and the club nicknamed her. Out of every woman to throw themselves at him, he settled with the daily used whore. You weren’t one to use such degrading terms for women, especially pornstars and prositutes because not all of them had a choice or they saw it as the only option to support their family, but Ima was not Lyla, or most of the girls you had become friendly with at Diosa. Lyla was genuine and kind. She did what she did because she was raising three kids and was expecting more since she just gotten off her birth control pills.

While Lyla upgraded from sucking dick to directing it, Ima had stuck to ground zero. Lyla became the sole producer and director of Redwoody Productions, and you couldn’t be more proud of her. She even worked Nero’s escort business as his assistant manager. Ima, on the other hand, wanted any and every guy up in her cooche. Especially the Jackson Teller: President to the Sons of Anarchy and Prince of Charming.

But really? Ima fucking Tite.

You felt Lyla’s hand rest comforting on your shoulder as her ex-coworker adjusted her top. The porn-slut not being subtle at all about it either. She ran her pinky down the corner of her mouth when she noticed you two at the bar, smirking tauntingly. She strutted to a pack of crow-eaters and sweet-butts that wanted to hear all about what she managed to snag. You scoffed under your breath, turning around in your seat and taking a long swig of your beer, letting the burn of the alcohol settle within you.

Jax noticed the tension in your posture, cocking an eyebrow up in curiosity and concern. He made his way over, standing in between the seats you and Lyla sat in. “Hey,” he glided his hand across your back in an attempt to comfort you, “everythin’ alright darlin’?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You replied, sounding stiff and defeated, making him shoot a glance to Lyla questioningly.

Lyla didn’t want to lie to Jax. She only wanted the truth to come out about how both were secretly in love with each other so this high school nonsense would dissipate into thin air already. But being the good friend she was, and knowing you would do the same for her if roles were reversed, she covered your back. “Yeah, it’s just getting late. You know how she gets.” She laughed, flipping a piece of hair over her shoulder, and seemingly selling it to the biker.

“I’m just tired, Jax. I’ll probably head home in a little bit.” You added.

He didn’t look entirely convinced, but seemed to buy your bullshit for the time being. “You want me to give you a ride home?”

Not the ride you want....

Down girl!

“No, that’s okay. I’ll probably hitch a ride with Gemma and Nero. It looks like they’re heading out soon anyway.” You nodded your head towards his mom and business partner.

He looked dejected at your decline at his offer, but covered it up as soon as it showed with his usual mask of a neutral expression. You always jump up at the opportunity to ride on the back of his Dyna, always taking the long routes so you didn’t have to get off so soon. “You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” You replied with a small close-lipped smile, noting that his face had fallen for a split second. Lyla too.

He nodded hesitantly, giving you one last look of concern before sauntering over to Opie, Bobby, and Tig.

You sighed when he sat down with the guys and shaking your head when you faced Lyla once more, “Fucking Ima.”

“I doubt he did anything with her, (Y/N/N).” She tried to assure you.

“Please,” you scoffed with a roll of your eyes.

“Jax isn’t into her. He’s made that clear time and time again.” She continued. “None of the guys like her.”

“Maybe because he was using his upstairs head at the time, Lyla. When it comes to pussy, Jax only thinks with his dick.”

She was stunted. That was true. As much as she loved Jax like the brother she never had, he could be an asshole when it came to girls and relationships. She heard the stories about Tara Knowles, and had met the girl briefly a couple of times, but both times she was judged and commented on for her line of work. Jax and Tara were immature teenagers infatuated with each other to the point of toxicity. They wanted the other to be something they weren’t, and were pulled in opposite directions. They both grew up since then, but when put together, they were stuck in the memories they created long ago, bringing out the worst in each other. Jax was a cheater and hypocrite, while Tara was a green monster wrapped in high morals that clashed with his lifestyle. They were not meant to be together.

But you and Jax were. You brought out the best in him. Made him want to be a better man. Hell, you pushed him to turn the Club around, go legit. You were the only woman to make him fall to his knees, and everyone around the two of you saw that, even Jax. But not you.

“And that’s Ima—she’s borderline delusional when it comes to Jax.” Lyla argued. “Trust me, (Y/N), no one’s touched that since CaraCara burnt down.”

You only gave the ex-pornstar a sideways glance before taking another sip of your beer, causing your friend to give up, despite her exasperation with the situation. You changed the subject, asking her how the newest RedWoody film was coming along. You both chatted about her work until a crow-eater you noticed was chatting with Ima earlier ended up standing in front of you and Lyla.

She had dark hair with cheaply done red highlights, an eyebrow piercing, with a tattoo sleeve of the adult horror version of fairytale characters up and down her arm. You would have complimented the tattoos if she didn’t have the snarky and taunting look on her face. Her shirt was two sizes too small, and squeezing her exaggerated breasts so hard you thought they were gonna pop out of her top. Her shorts were daringly close to letting her ass hang out, and the usual three inch wannabe biker boots adorned her feet like every other crow-easter or sweet-butt in the Clubhouse.

She stood there not saying a word, making you and Lyla share a look. Trouble.

You rolled your eyes, only anticipating what could possibly go down in the next couple of minutes. “Can we help you?” The question was filled with an annoyed attitude, you knew that, but did you care? No.

“Yeah, actually you can.” She smiled with a sickly-sweet tone you only knew meant you were gonna be ripping out those red highlights from her scalp. “Stay away from Jax. My girl, Ima, is finally reelin’ him in, and she gonna be his Ol’ Lady real soon.”

You could feel the entitlement she wore as a crown hit you in waves. Your anger only sparking and spreading through your body. You matched her smile sarcastically, and tilting your head at an angle that anyone who knew you knew you were about to snap. “Thanks for the info, sister. Bye now.” You’ve had enough of this bullshit tonight. You just wanted to finish you beer and go home to your nice warm bed.

“Did’n you hear what I said? That was’n news. It was a warnin’.” She narrowed her eyes in threatening way, but to you only seemed mockingly comical because did she really believe you were scared of her? Ok. “Jax is off the market from your nasty ass cunt. Steer clear or else.”

“Oh shit...” Opie’ coughed on the blunt, shoving it in Bobby’s hands. “Jax!” His hand swatted his best friend repeatedly, motioning to the tension forming on the other side of the room.

Jax looked away from Tig, getting annoyed from being hit. “What the fuck, Ope?” His gaze followed his VP’s line of sight and widened when he also caught wind of the shitstorm brewing, and staggering to get up. “Oh fuck!”

“Or what? You’re gonna unleash your cat claws?” Your patience was wearing thin, and this girl was just not taking the hint to leave. “Bitch, I’m tired and wanna go home; take a nice long shower and go to bed. Not deal with your fake tits and bad attitude.” You rolled your eyes once more, reaching behind you and grabbing your beer from the bar. “If Ima’s delusional ass has a problem with who her imaginary boyfriend of the week hangs out with, then she can take it up with him.” You sent her one last smile before taking a swig from the the bottle.

The steam was flooding in thick streams out of her ears. The crow-eater’s jaw clenched and hands balled into fists.

You smirked behind the bottle up to your lips. You weren’t one to back down from a fight, but you also weren’t one to create conflict. You offered the bitch the easy way out, but she kept coming for more. She wants a cat-fight, you’ll give her one.

Her tell was the way her jaw twitched. It gave her straight away when she swung her arm up to throw a sloppy right hook. You ducked under her arm, holding your bottle by the neck and swung it towards the side of her head, and causing the bottom half to break on impact. She let out a loud cry as she tripped over her feet, her hand flying up to touch the now bleeding side of her head.

“You bitch!” She shrieked.

“Takes one to know one, darlin’.” You quipped, looking down at the broken bottle in your hand.

She let out another yell, lunging for you, but Lyla jumped in and pushed her into the bar away from you, causing two more from her little crew to flank her side in defense.

“She could have a concussion!” One squealed dramatically.

“Crazy bitch! Why’d you hit her head with the bottle, you could’ve killed her?” The other seethed.

You rolled your eyes at that. So. Damn. Dramatic. “Why’d her head hit my bottle, she wasted a perfectly good beer?”

Lyla elbowed you in the side in warning, making you toss the broken bottle to the side with a shrug. The three women glared at you two. One even had the courage to walk up to Lyla and spit at her feet. Your blood boiled at the action, so you gripped the bitch by her engine-red hair and yanked her head back harshly, throwing your fist back and knocking it right into the center of her face.

You don’t remember what happened next after your first collided with her nose, but you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, and pulling you up off the floor. When your vision zoned back in you saw Opie with his arm around Lyla protectively, and Tig, Happy, and Kozik grabbing the crow-eaters that decided to pick a fight and escort them outside.

As you struggled against the person who still held you while you eased off the high from destruction, you heard a rough voice tell you to calm down.

Jax.

You stopped your attempts to fight him off; the adrenaline slowing down. You huffed in defeat, turning your head to look up at the man who was only staring down at you with a cocked eyebrow. You were in trouble.

“Shit.”

While the prospects cleaned up the mess you made, Jax escorted you upstairs to his dorm. You knew he wasn’t pissed or upset with you, most definitely amused, but you knew he was gonna question you about what went down. It was SAMCRO’s house, and he was the president.

He opened the door for you, allowing you to step inside first. You sat down on the corner of his bed as he closed the door and and disappeared into the bathroom.

Jax came back into the room with a partially damp rag, peroxide, and a couple gauze wraps. You cringed as you looked down at the back of your hands and took notice of how bruised and bloody they were. Your knuckles looked like you went toe-to-toe with a brick wall. You flinched as you flexed your hands, stretching and curling your fingers, hoping that none were broken. You heard a couple cracks but it seemed to be from the cramps already forming as the only pain that seared was from the cuts and darkening bruises.

He kneeled in front of you, dropping the peroxide and bandages next to you on the bed, and keeping hold of the rag. “Mind tellin’ me how you goin’ home turned into this?” He asked as he gingerly took one of your hands in his free bigger one, gently dabbing the warm, wet towel to your knuckles, earning a hiss from you at the contact.

“I was just enjoying the rest of my beer, and I was interrupted and a bitch’s head broke the bottle.” You snarked, hissing once more when Jax pressed a little harder on a cut on your middle finger. “Damn it, Jax!”

“Ok, smartass. Wanna try that again?”

“She was talking shit and my fist high-fived her face.” You couldn’t help but let the sarcasm flow. “Ow! Jackson stop it!”

“Quit being a smartass.” He warned you. “You’re smarter than this. You wouldn’t get into a fight over some crow-eater openin’ her damn mouth.”

“Oh, that’s rich. You’re gonna patronize me over fighting? Really, Mr. SAMCRO President?” You scoffed in disbelief as he attended your other hand. 

“Well, then what did she say?” He retorted, grabbing the disinfectant from next to you.

“Nothing important.”

“If it was nothing important, why did it cause a damn brawl in the middle of the Clubhouse?”

You jumped from your seat on the bed, not containing the anger that was bubbling inside you from his persistent questions. “Because I love you, you asshole! And it hurt that I didn’t see you all night at a party that you invited me to, only to finally see you with the fucking porn-slut of all people! I thought you hated her?! Apparently not!” Your hands were flying up to meet your anger and exasperation. Once Jax stood at your level, you shoved a finger into his chest, “And it didn’t help that some bitch was trying stake Ima’s claim on you for her! Oh, and I tried not to fight her because she wasn’t worth it! I was just gonna go home but she wouldn’t leave me alone! She was asking for it! Fucking ask Lyla if you don’t believe me! Then her backup showed up and it all went to shit! I am so sorry it was inconvenience to your night!”

Once your rant was over and you were catching your breath, your glare only sharpened as you saw a smirk resting on his face. You furrowed your brows. Why the fuck is he staring at you like that? It only broadened as he took in your expression. Leave it to him to read you like an open book. 

“I love you too, you smartass.”

What, now? You blinked rapidly, drawing blanks at what he said. You had to backtrack through every statement you made through your entire rant, only to pause, your face contorting from realization to shock to embarrassment. “Oh, fuck me sideways with a golf club.”

He licked his lips, glancing away for a split moment before shrugging. “I’d be more than willin’ to darlin’, but I wouldn’t use a golf club.”

Your eyes screwed shut as your lips drew a flat line, cringing even more into yourself, and wishing you could go crawl under your blankets at home. Oh, fuck. I said that out loud, didn’t I?

You peeked an eye open and groaned loudly, covering your face with your sore hands. “Quit looking at me like that!”

“Come over here and make me.”

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[aclosetfan]

are u still doing the ask game? can i ask for 19 or 20?

for you anon, of course! 20 is actually a really lame two-sentence note that isn't worth anyone's time, so I'll do 19!

19 is a really sad story tbh. I've always really liked the character Sedusa and it kills me that the writers never did more with her. I believe they said the reason why was because they couldn't think of many kid-friendly scenarios to put her in, which is fair lmao.

lol one of my notes for this outline is "this is my dark manifesto to [Sedusa] and it comes off like a bad CW remake," which was written way before the CW show announcement. so not to get a big ego about things, but I totally beat them to the punch. This fic is my only rated M fic (though arguably Acting Normal may also change into M just for its dark themes as well).

This story is adequately tilted "Sedusa" and it follows how a plain jane named Sara became one of Townsville's most notorious villains. The plot's below, though content warning, please don’t read if your triggered by abusive relationships, domestic violence, child abuse, sexual assault/harassment, or gore. The outline won't be detailed (and tbh the actual story won't be heavily detailed either) but i believe that everyone still deserves a fair warning :)

The outline doesn't do the plot justice, but it's all I got so hopefully people just Get It.

CHARACTER NOTES:

Canonically, I believe the Sedusa's character was supposed to represent envy and lust. So, one of the main themes I try to stick with when writing her character is the definition of envy, which is a "feeling of discontented or resentful longing aroused by someone else's possessions, qualities, or luck."

PLOT:

Sara is a sweet and mousy little girl, who tries her best to stay invisible. She's rather plain-looking except for her really beautiful long dark hair. Originally, she's not from Townsville, but somewhere in the "country" where a person could be considered a bumpkin. Sara's a smart young girl, but her intelligence is rather unrefined. She spends most of her time obsessing over greek and Egyptian mythology.

She's from a rather big family, but she's the baby. Her father is abusive. Her mother is neglectful and Sara resents her mother for just standing by while abuse is occurring. To cope, Sara dreams of running away and falls deeper into her mythology obsession--specifically Medusa. Sara feels like Medusa would understand her.

At 16, she runs away to Townsville where she tries to be a hairdresser. With no money, she ends up in a really seedy part of town and the beauty parlor she works for ends up being a front for more illicit activities. She still does hair, but really makes her money as a call-girl of sorts. Just one of those girls who gives handjobs in the back to sad old men. It's easy money (I'm pro-sex work lol so I don't make this a big deal, but she's still a minor and it's wrong), but she's disgusted with herself (and men). At this time, she isn't very good at manipulating men--it's more like they have power over her and it reminds her of her father, only making her angrier and angrier.

It is also of note that while she's working at the Parlor, she encounters Sarah Bellum via tv (Ms. Bellum is just an intern with the Mayor at this point). She's instantly fascinated by this other Sarah and forms an odd (slightly toxic) parasocial relationship with her. Sara thinks it's amazing that Sarah went to school and is just so glamourous. Ms. Bellum is really everything Sara wants to be.

*time skip*

Sara falls in love with some jackass. Still slightly obsessed with Sarah Bellum. Still working at the parlor. Sara feels stagnant and worthless. Her jackass boyfriend and a few of his shitty friends end up attacking Sara and cutting off her hair (which was her prized possession). She gets away, but not totally unscathed.

In the process of running away, she bumps into a mysterious man who promises He can fix whatever is troubling her. The mysterious man manipulates an affirmative answer out of Sara and he "fixes" her problem. The man is HIM and he transforms her into the woman we all know as Sedusa (who goes by Ima when disguised).

“And what is it that you want?” HIM tsked, almost sounding bored.

She looked back at the mirror, at her broken reflection and lipstick smeared down her face. With a sore, croaking voice she sneered, “I want my fu-fucking hair back.”

Behind her, the entity smiled, Its facing splitting wide into two, “Oh, now that I can do.”

She watched through the shattered glass how It—HIM—snapped its odd monstrous claw. HIM’s smile grew more grotesque, as a thin bead of sweat began to break out on her forehead.

“This might hurt a little bit,” the entity giggled as she began to hyperventilate, “but what is that you little humans say?" HIM paused, watching her with a tilt of Its head as pain shot through her temples, "Oh, that’s right—”

She gasped and then screamed, dropping to her knees as she clutched at her head. Something wiggled underneath her scalp, pushing harder and harder to break against the resistance of her skin. It felt as if something was pressing against her brain, trying to carve away at her skull.

“—beauty is pain.” HIM growled, appearing next to her so Its voice—now low and baritone—was right in her ear, and It grasped her by the chin forcing her to watch the mirror as snake-like tendrils sprouted from her skull. She cried out at the sight and her body trembled with the pain.

One black, oily, twisted snake after another shot out of a bloody crater on her head. She tried her best through the pain to shake HIM off—to look away—but It held her still with a twisted laugh. She thrashed and howled in agony as the blood poured down her face in rivets. HIM didn't let go. Instead, HIM forced her still, grabbing her by the chin so she'd peer directly into the broken mirror.

Sara paled right before her very eyes, from a peachy skin tone to a white paste. She tried to blink away the tears that wouldn’t stop welling in her eyes—the green of them becoming more acidic with every passing second.

“The fun should be ending soon.” HIM giggled again, Its voice back to a soprano, but she was too forgone to hear him, as her eyes began to lull into the back of her head.

Eventually, when the transformation is complete, we see this:

Sara had stayed collapsed on her knees after HIM vanished into thin air. She stared with wide eyes as blood, sweat, and tears dripped onto and rolled off her thighs. She hardly paid attention to her surrounding, all she could do was listen. She listened to her hair. She listened to the constant moving, living, mass that slithered around her head, neck, and shoulders. The coils almost seemed to be cooing at her, comforting her through her pain, offering sweet apologies for what they had done. They promised her nothing bad would ever happen again. They were a dangerous shield forged from her own body to protect her.

Her body. A vessel for this odd new life.

“Heh.” A deranged giggle escaped her mouth, “Heh. Heh ha—hahaha!” She laughed until her throat burned and tightened, her tears finally drying.

It was instantaneous. It was powerful. Sara had never known love before, but she loved them. She loved every single one of them.

And here she had thought she'd never be a mother.

Sara becomes Sedusa--taking inspiration from Medusa, her childhood fascination. She wonders if HIM knew, but she wouldn't bother asking. She feels sexy, powerful, and unstoppable. Her hair has instilled a new confidence in her and she's finally able to stand up for herself. Soon, she realizes that she's an "exotic" beauty and has men eating out of her hand. She isn't someone who kills, but if she gets bored (or feels threaten) she will.

Things are going good until the PowerPuff Girls are finally created. When she sees them for the first time, she pities them, especially when they're run out of town. She relates to them for not being loved little girls, but is completely shocked when she finds out they've won the town over. This shock turns into resentment and she decides she'll get even with the girls

Then, cue canon. Sedusa seduces the Professor. We see what happens in that episode plus a little more. Sedusa takes out a lot of her repressed childhood trauma on the girls and is plain awful to them. By the time her stint with the Professor is over, she hates them all.

Then, there's the episode with Bellum. Bellum becomes the Athena to Sedusa's medusa. Bellum is still this elevated person in Sedusa's mind, and it only makes sense to Sedusa that she should become Bellum. To become Bellum, Sedusa seduces Bellum and they end up having a brief relationship. (Sedusa pretends to be an intern at City Hall and the two ladies bond over having the same first name). Eventually, Sedusa reveals her plot and the canon events happen. (Bellum is heartbroken over Sedusa).

I'd like to emphasize that Sedusa's relationship with Bellum almost turns her "good," but her hair coils (HIM's curse) prevents her from taking those steps. Her coils prevent close loving relationships--since they're supposed to be shield that keeps people out, preventing any chance that Sedusa's heart may be broken again. [coils represent her inability to heal from the past]

Then we run through a quick montage of her other appearances.

[throughout all of this, I would write how her hair coils are making her more and more insane]

*time skip to after the events of the og show*

This is where my plot can go anywhere. I think Sedusa becomes sloppy, maybe kills a politican. She's spirialing out of control and mad that she can't find any real happiness in her life. I think it'd be interesting to show her interacting with the rrb, not necessarily to show their relationship, but to show how Sedusa would be infuriated that HIM had sons, especially sons who hurt girls for fun ( i.e. the ppg) (a real 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend' moment for her). She's also infuriated at HIM for turning her into a monster, so being mad about his "sons" is just an excuse to get even with the entity.

To hurt HIM, she decides to hurt the boys, but the girls interfere. They won't let innocent live be taken, no matter the person's moral alignment. This infuriates Sedusa even more than HIM ever could. Because again, despite all the shitty things that have happened to the Girls, they are still good as opposed to Sedusa, who ended up bad. She doesn't understand why she had to end up the way she did.

However, the girls aren't the people who finally "defeat" Sedusa. Instead, that honor is left to Ms. Bellum (Sedusa's "Athena"), who Sedusa still very much loves in her own sick twisted way. Paralleling the Sedusa/Bellum episode in the og show, the girls (while protecting the boys) are almost defeated by Sedusa until Bellum intervenes. It's revealed that Bellum had a shitty childhood too (again enforcing the parallels/differences between the two women) and believes that it's not too late for Sedusa to change her ways (it’s a real “I’m rotten work” “no it isn’t. Not if it’s you” moment) In a moment of mental clarity, where the coils (and by extension HIM) cannot affect her judgement, Sedusa releases the boys and the girls. Sedusa doesn't stay though, like Bellum pleads, she gets scared and runs away. (but does tell Bellum she’d always love her, whatever that’s good for)

[also I decide bellum to defeat sedusa to show that the girls are still to young and that adults should be the ones dealing with other adults] [and bellum has a good track record of doing just that]

Idk if she'd be gone forever, but it's implied that she hasn't been seen in Townsville for a long time. What she gets up to is left ambiguous. She can't be good because of her hair coils, but she doesn't want to be bad. idk I don't want it to have a sad ending, but I don't think it can really be happy.

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I try hard to play with the concept of beauty, womanhood, purity, love and how negative/positive responses to trauma affect these concepts. Idk it's really rough and needs to be thought out more, especially the end, but I think Sedusa deserves her own story.

#this isn't edited sorry I'm tired #outline ask game #my outlines #sedusa #this story is near and dear to me #but i don't think i have the skills to write it yet #my writings #the boys are literally not important btws they’re knocked out the whole time or something idk #this story ain’t about them

[genshin-obsessed]

hi pocket! moth here, and as promised, i'm giving you word after word after word after word....

i got cicada to type some stuff down too since he also wanted to send something to you in congratulations!! <3 <3

----moth

congratulations on 6k! you're really rad and i genuinely think that you deserve all this support and love, it's just really nice to see that you've progressed so quickly and smoothly! you've put a ton of effort into things your write, your events, everything! your interactions with your anons are just so nice, and that's all because you're an amazing person!

when i joined the genshin fandom, you were one of the first blogs that i had run into, and that's pretty neat. at first, i didn't follow you, since i wasn't really used to your writing. but as i kept on encountering your works, i eventually grew accustomed to it- and i like your writing style! v swag :)

your oc, toxin, is just- perfection. i like the whole background thing, powers, but the fic i liked the most was the one where toxin attempts to poison you. my imagination can just run wild from there, picturing out what the character did after running out to go after toxin, but for zhongli's case how he took care of you + what he did after.

you, pocket, are a wonderful person- if you receive hate, you don't deserve it! 6000 seems like a large accomplishment, and it must've felt really nice to hit that number. a great person like you deserves the world, but the world may not deserve you. your presence alone on tumblr is practically a blessing, and i'm grateful for everything that you've wrote! not only that, but you've helped me become bolder and interact off anon. i think that's pretty neat, genuinely.

i'm sure many others think the same: ilysm(/p) pocket! even if i fall out of the genshin fandom(which i most likely won't bc of XIAOOOOOOOOOOOO <3 <3 <3 <3), i'll still revisit your blog. reading over your works always makes me crack a smile, whether it's angsty or not. your ability to write is amazing, and some of your works had even inspired a few of mine!

a collab with a person like you is like a dream come true. i look forwards to future interactions, and hopefully they're all positive! i support you no matter what, and you can't change that, hehe.

-your local xiao simp,

moth.

----cicada

hello, i believe you've never interacted or heard of me before? i go by cicada online, a friend that appears on moth's blog every now and then. they told me about your 6k followers, and i think that's pretty neat. to be honest when you told moth that you'd do a collab with them i was happy they chose you, since you're a really good person. pocket, thank you so much for everything you've done for me, moth, all of us- i cannot express my gratitude towards you, and i am proud of that because i can usually express my gratitude to others within words. however, since my gratitude towards you is off the charts, i cannot form it in words. regarding the collab, i will attempt to help moth with angst, however my help might not be needed. i thank you deeply, for fueling my everyday energy to get up. reading through your works gives me so much serotonin, and i appreciate that greatly. have a good day or night, perhaps afternoon, mx. pocket.

-cicada.

----any last words before we go sleep?

moth - ily, pocket! /p

cicada - thank you, congratulations. (note: get your well deserved rest, pocket.)

----goodnight, good morning, good afternoon wherever you are ! !

ok so like i genuinely started crying at this and I don't normally get very emotional. You both left me speechless, so that's one of the reasons why I'm taking so long to respond T^T

I'll split my response here to the both of you!

its kinda long- sorry xD also can I just call yall "the bugs" cuz its just so cute ;-; your names are adorable-

Moth, you are such a sweetheart. Like I said earlier, I'm not someone who gets very emotional! But your words brought tears to my eyes (tears of joy ofc) and it took me a while to respond because every time I saw what you'd written, I'd just have this giant smile on my face. I'm really glad you chose to follow me and I'm so happy you chose to talk to me! I always try to be fun and welcoming so that people who do wanna interact can do so, but I get it, there are so many people here it can get daunting.

But I'm glad you reached out! I'm so happy to have a friend like you! Ima be honest, the first few times you sent something in off anon, I was like "o.o they forgot anon-" BUT NOW LOOK AT YOU! Thank you, I really appreciate it. I'm actually pretty self-conscious about my writing but I try to do my best and post- even though I don't like what I've written, so your words really do help me! You're the type of reader every writer wants. Seriously!!

Ah, Toxin! Yes, I've had her as an oc for such a long time and then I finally perfected her! She's been in so many fics of mine and she's finally getting the recognition she deserves!! I'm glad you enjoyed that fic, it's one of my faves! I planned to do a p2 with some other characters but held off cuz I thought people would get bored- yet here you are, sparking my will to write it again!

I still can't believe I hit 6k! Honestly, that's so many people!! and they all like me and my stuff!! it's really hard to believe- there are days I think its a dream >.< silly, I know xD actually, when I first joined tumblr, it was because of BNHA and I saw this writer who had 10k followers at the time and I just was like "that's not even possible" yet here I am- 4k away T^T

I genuinely hope Xiao keeps you here, but if you have to leave for another fandom that's ok too! I can only hope we'll meet once again there too! I think some people in life are meant to be friends and are just meant to know each other! And I'll hope you're one of them! Cuz you're one of the awesomest friends I've had and I love you as well (/p)!! <333

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Cicada, omg haiii!! I've heard very little about you since Moth took FOREVER to tell me there's another writer hidden back there!! I'm glad I got a chance to talk to you, even if it's like this! I'm not sure how much you know about me >.< seems like a lot so I'm sorry that I don't know that much about you!

Thank you so much, you're so very sweet and I can't express how happy your words made me. For a long time now, I always wake up and wonder how I can make my friends smile or laugh, and now that's extended to this blog. To hear how happy my writing makes people brings me so much joy that even I can't express it. I know there are many people out there who have lots of things to deal with in life and to know that my writing's helping them through that fuels me to write more!

I'm so glad I can do the same for you! We may not know each other- or maybe it's mostly on my end- but I still want to make you smile! I want to make everyone who stumbles upon my blog smile as well! Life can get hard and it feels so impossible sometimes but if I can give someone the energy to go on, then I'm pretty content with my own! Thank you for reading my works and thank you for telling me this because it really did make me happy.

Aw, thank you, I hope it's not too much! Though I specialize in angst (at least, I like to think so), I wanted to give Moth the opportunity to try! I'll do my best to make the fluffiest fluffing comfort you've ever seen!! Or uh something like that ^w^"

I really do hope that you and I can talk more so I can get to know you! Oh! And that google form- it was super adorable ^w^

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You two are too kind and you best believe I'm saving this lil ask <3 you both very well made my entire week (along with that meme anon with those cute memes) and I'm sending you both hugs!! or cookies ^w^ whichever you prefer!

Also, it was nighttime when you sent this and now its 3am >///< i need sleep-

#🌸─ pocket tries #✧ ─ moth #✧ ─ cicada #you're both so sweet #this is one of my favorite asks #<3 #never change #you two

[shyrose57]

Brothers anon, sorry its been like 2 days since I last submitted something! I've been busy and whenever I finally had time to sit down and write this all its like 1 in the morning. I hope its still ok for me to send these.

🌹 anon ima respond to you first, your The Deal au could be the reason why and how Ranboos and Dreams soul got mixed and linked together. But then a problem is how did it pass to Ranbob? In my au, each person has their own soul basically. And while certain attributes like DNA can be passed through bloodlines, souls can't, as their unique to their person. 

What left Ranbob vulnerable to Dream is that he was seen as the star student. The apprentice everyone wanted. He always got perfect grades and was seen as the smartest in the City. This did not go well. As Ranbob was put under a ton of pressure to always stay perfect and get everything right. When his grades started to slip and his chosen mentor started to put even more work on him, his mentality started to suffer. With him losing sleep and starting to not care for himself or do the basic necessities like eating or drinking, all in an effort to be "perfect". Its through this need, and weakened state over all, Dream's presence was able to slip in and convince him to let him help.

Benjamin is 30, Isaac 29, Cletus is 24, and Charles is 27. 

When Ranbob first told Ran about the Dream mask and how he wasnt himself, Ran did not believe him at all. And kept saying that he needs to stop lying and fess up to what he did and pay for it. Others tried to convince him that his brother really wasn't in control of himself, but was met with strong skepticism, scoffs, and disbelief. With Ran not beliving that was the truth at all.

Watson was very shocked but quickly reorganized himself cause he had to calm Jackie, and its only after Jackie fell asleep he was like "Oh fuck. I really am the dad huh?" Jackie was embarrassed at first but after some prodding did say how he truly saw Watson as a dad figure in his life. And everyone had different reactions to Watson suddenly accepting and fitting into the dad role. Jackie was excited and immediately started calling him dad and asking him awkward dad questions "Dad whats puberty?" "Uhhh-" "Dad where do babies come from?" "Ask your dad about that!" "But you are my dad!" Ran seemed indifferent about it but Watson can tell he's revealed to have someone to talk too, and someone to go to if things get to much. Grievous keeps sating he doesn't need a dad but he's the one that goes to Watson the most for things like hugs, comfort, and advice. 

Jackie and Grievous do everything. They rig the battle field so if someone steps in a certain area water will shoot up into their face, Grievous usually taunts and distracts opponents so Jackie can sneak up behind them and just latch onto them and cover their eyes while giggling like a madman as the opponent screams and runs around trying to get him off. Jackie regularly pulls peoples seat out from under them, while Grievous scares them and makes them choke or drop something. But they do know peoples limits. Like for Ran, no water related pranks (there was an incident where Grievous spilled a whole bucket of water on him and Ran got severe burns and had to stay in the hospital ward for a few days), for Watson don't mess with his bow or arrows, he will stab you. And for eachother, Jackie, no pranks that leave him alone for extended periods of time or makes it seems like everyone is gone/left. For Grievous no pranks centered around food or drinks (like putting toothpaste in his sandwich or putting pepper in his beer). 

Ran and Jackie have a 50/50 win if that makes sense. They both win and lose pretty often. They play games like Spoons, Go Fish, Dart Throwing (Watson needs to be present for this one), something similar to Cards Against Humanity, Poker (everyone plays during this one), and Tic Tac Toe. 

Sometimes Jackie loves being the smallest and other times hates it. He hates it when Ran steals something of his and holds it above his head, he sometimes resorts to aggressively climbing Ran to get it but Ran tends to just pluck him off, and people make fun of him in a mean natured way (he's fine with light teasing). But he loves it when he rides Ran's shoulders or can duck under peoples legs and trip em. Because he's also small and fast he's hard to catch and that definitely comes in handy during fights. No ones particularly protective of eachother (excluding Ran who's protective of everyone), because they know none of them like being babied and they can all hold their own, though they will quickly flock to help eachother if they need it. Ran definitely flaunts it whenever their in a agurement. 

There is a area under the fighting arena of the pit where they stay. Theres separate rooms for everyone, training areas, dinning areas, and just chilling areas. Theres even extra rooms meant for often visiting friends (Like Genevieve) and some for storage of weapons which also holds things to sharpen them or get new ones. The Pit itself is in the middle of a gaint city, so there are tons of stores and food areas around. And because of a high salary the King gives them they go out quite often, often eating out and browsing stores when their not training or sleeping. 

If by other combinations you mean like Ran-Jackie, Ran-Grievous, Watson-Jackie, and Watson-Grievous then it highly varies. Watson and Jackie are by far the worst team, their styles just don't match and constantly but heads during battles. Watson and Grievous are probably the best out of the 4 teams because Grievous can be serious and works well with Watson as he's much more willing to change his fighting style to accommodate whats needed. Ran and Jackie are like Jackie and Grievous, but they aren't nearly as insane. Rather Ran provides distractions while fighting to give Jackie time to sneak up behind them. Ran also is the only one able to actually throw Jackie, which they sometimes do during battles. And Ran and Grievous work well together, but not as much as Watson and Grievous, its just a few things of both their styles don't match or could potentially cause problems.

He's clumsy flat out, he isn't used to having full control and needs to get used to certain things like walking or talking again. He is also severely dehydrated and malnutritished because Dream didn't care enough to drink or eat. He's also incredibly skittish and scared easily. He and Cletus's relationship isn't solved fast at all, it takes months and the work of everyone to get the two comfortable around eachother. They start by putting Cletus on watching duty, where he watches over Ranbob to make sure he's eating and drinking and resting while not tiring himself out. Then after a month or 2 Isaac, Benjamin, and Charles start purposely leaving the two in a room alone toghere to get them to talk stuff out. It takes 3 months until their comfortable enough with eachother to willingly talk and hang out. Oh the house building attempts went aboustely awful. They sometimes fell on Ranbob! And when they didn't they just collapsed or got blown away by the wind, but Isaac did ofter help a few times and showed him multiple different ways to make sure the walls stay up and keep the cold out. 

Ran is very unhappy with Ranbobs haunting, he thinks their kind of like Ranbob in which they've all killed people and considers them a threat at first, but when he sees how his haunting likes and interacts with Ranbob's, he losens up a bit, his group trusts them, so he has to trust them a little bit. But he doesn't trust them or like them nearly as much as he trusts and likes his haunting. 

Im guessing you mean who from the two groups get along the easiest. Most of them take a while to get to know eachother, like a few hours. But after that their all really close. Charles and Jackie, Cletus and Grievous, and Benjamin, Isaac, and Watson are the groups that get along really well really fast. 

Im honestly probably am going to go for them adventuring outside the City to try to get the brothers to get along again. Mostly cause I thought of the idea that what if Watson, Jackie, and Grievous all lie to Ran, and while they are actually going on an adventure, they lie to him that his brother and his group isn't coming. Then when its much to late for Ran to back out, Watson just goes "Oh yeah! Your brother and his group are traveling with us. And you can't do anything about it." And Ran just sits there shocked. 

Ran and Ranbob are both subtle protective of their group. With Ranbob never really getting aggressive or going into overbearing. But for Ran, if someone in his group is injured badly enough or if there's a big enough threat he does get overbearing and extremely aggressive towards whatever/whoever the threat is *cough cough Ranbob cough*. Ranbob tends to be very physical, listening more to a certain instincts that tell him to constantly have a view on or hold his family, as if he doesnt see or touch them for a long time he gets very anxious and panicky, thinking his family is dead and that he's all alone again. His group understands this and so tends to not stray to far away from Ranbob. He will also follow his group like a lost puppy at times. Ran while listens more to the instinct that tells him at random times to make sure his family is ok and to bond with them. The bonding leads to him randomly grabbing them and just sitting down with them, most likely playing games. While the random urge to check on them has led to him waking them up during the middle of the night or interrupting his own conversation or others conversations just to ask if their ok. His took a while to understand why he does it, but now if he wakes them up or drags them somewhere, they know to go along with it and comfort him during those times. 

Hybrids are rare! Especially aggressive or netural type mobs like Ran, Ranbob, and Porkius are. Their actually seen as monsters and are chased out or hunted in other city's because people aren't accepting of them. Theres very few city's like Subbin that fully welcome and are even led by hybrids. So there are more hybrids in Subbin, than there is anywhere else. 

Sorry this is so long ':)

Asks are always welcome here, and don’t worry about taking a bit or anything. The questions aren’t going anywhere, there’s plenty of time. 

Here’s that for you,🌹anon.

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1: Wow, Ranbob’s really going through it, huh? Does he ever start to fall back on that need to be ‘perfect’ while with the others? If so, how do they deal with that? And how is he with others offering to help him? If he even can really recall falling under Dream’s thrall, by accepting such an offer, how does he react to others doing the same, even if their intentions are far different?

2: So we’ve settled all the ages down, nice. You figure out anything for their backstory yet? And how do their ages affect their relationships with one another? Does Benjamin take the lead a lot? Or is he more of a follower that still has a lot of say? Who met who first?

3: So Ran’s obviously going to be awhile before he believes what went down. Still, I can’t imagine he’d have been as willing to go along with his hauntings little roadtrip plan if he wasn’t swayed at least a bit, since I can’t imagine he wouldn’t have put his foot down if he truly though Ranbob had done what he did. Why exactly does he go along with it? Does some small part of him want to give his brother a chance? Is he just confident he can overpower him, and looking for an opportunity to settle the score? Does he see something that makes him hope a bit? What’s going down there, anon?

4: On one hand, very adorable. One the other hand, poor Watson. Does Jackie actually not know that stuff, or does he do that just to mess with his new father figure? It seems like they all take to it pretty well overall though.

5: I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. Two people to truly fear. How many people straight up forfeit when faced with this combination? It seems like they’ve had some interesting times, good and bad. How’d those play out? As for those last two, I’m sensing a bit of a backstory. Why does Grievous not like stuff being put into his food? And why’s Jackie not good with being left?

6: So it’s fifty/fifty, huh? Who wins the most at what games? And uh, Watson has to be present for Dart Throwing. What happened there? How’s everyone’s poker faces? Who’s got the best luck in games of chance?

7: A love/hate relationship with height. I feel ya, Jackie. Very funny to imagine though, Jackie just, physically climbing up Ran. How tall even is this guy?? How do they deal with meaner teasing, not just from the gladiators, but from general bullies? Not everybody’s as friendly as some of the Pit fighters, after all. And how do the fishermen react with their fighting skills? Obviously, they must know how to fight somewhat, to have entered the Pit, but the gladiators do this for a living. How much is the difference in skill level? And does the gang ever get to show off just how skilled they are? 

8: Their home sounds very nice, honestly, I wished I could live there, minus the people. What’s everyone’s rooms look like? How have they personalized them? Which brings up another question-what kind of interests and hobbies do they have? What kind of things do they do that aren’t fighting and related to such? And they must be pretty well known, to have such high pay. Any of them have an arena title, or some sort of stage name? How many people can recognize the city’s top gladiators on sight? And how do they get around that, when they don’t want to be seen? How do people feel about them in general?

9: All these team ups sound terrifying, and I wouldn’t want to be facing them. How do they deal with it when they get a bad match up? Do they just stay out of each other’s way? Try to take their opponents out quick? Make it one on one? Ran and Jackie have to be my favorite team up, solely for the fact that you’ve said Ran straight up throws him. Like?? Imagine coming to the King’s Pit, a well known, popular place, hoping to prove yourself, and then getting taking out by a flying midget, just tossed at you by a ridiculously tall endermen hybrid. How would you feel?? 

10: Ranbob is just really going through the ringer here. How many times does he just drop stuff, or trip over his feet? Does he ever get better, or does he still retain a clumsy streak? If so, how does Ran react to that? It’s very good he and Cletus bond! Are they just as close as the others, or is there still a bit of distance? How often does Ranbob forget to eat or drink, or really just take a break? How long does it take to get him to start remembering to do that stuff again? 

Does he ever slip up while with the gladiators? Also, in a room? Do the fisherman expand their house more, or do they just leave them in the house? Does Ranbob ever get his own house up? If so, does he use it at all, or is it more for storage? And how many times did he fall asleep out there, get injured, or not realize it was about to rain? How long did it take before Benjamin or Charles put their foot down and make him stay in for a bit?

Has Ranbob ever even dealt with rain before, or a storm above water? If not, how’d he react to it? 

11: Oh, boy, Ran. Your concerns are understandable, but definitely going to lead to some angst. Is he just on edge the whole time? How many times does he just glare at them, or straight up steal one of his haunting back a few feet away from Ranbob’s? Are the fishermen ever worried he might hurt them?

12: How do both hybrids deal with their groups bonding? I imagine Ranbob’s pretty happy with it, but how about Ran? As you said, he doesn’t seem to be the biggest fan of these guys. 

13: Roadtrip! Gotta love a roadtrip! What kind of places do they head? Any transportation, or is it just walking, enjoying nature? Do they go on an adventure to look for something cool? What’re they getting up to?

14: So Ran and Ranbob both act on their instincts in different ways. How do they feel about seeing how the other acts? What happens if any of the fishermen stray too far, or get separated from Ranbob? Same question to Ran. Ran just...like...picks up members of his haunting? Do people just see him walk around with them dangling in his arms? He must be pretty strong. How often does he do this? How else do their instincts lead to them acting? Cuddle piles, picking up blocks, keeping their groups close together, ect?

15: So Subbin’s pretty much a safe space for hybrids? Interesting. But since the groups are heading out, does this mean they run into some trouble outside of the city? And is there ever trouble within it? 

Other questions: Does Karl play any further part in this, or has he already played his role for good? Does the gang ever end up back at Mizu? Do any of the group have a pet or something similar? With there be any sort of connection to other Tales, even if only slightly, or will they be solely focused on these two? Does Ranbob pick up his studies of Ranboo as best he can once he’s free, or does he leave it all behind entirely?

Thanks for the ask, this AU’s become quite interesting. I can’t wait to see where it goes!

#dream smp #Brothers AU #dream smp au #ranbob #ran #jackie #watson #grievous #tales from the smp #isaac #cletus #charles #benjamin

[glitteredcum]

Coming back...

I’ve been wanting to monologue since I don’t really write in a journal anymore.. and tbh it’s so much more fun typing out my feelings these days, even if no-one reads it too...

So much has been going on in my life lately and I honestly don’t know how to feel about it...

Funny thinking about it now, I never really fully notice how I will process my own emotions until I start doing this... or journaling...

It’s been too long, and there has been so much on my mind lately...

Let’s start with the basics: 

1)   I had an interview today and I think I was hired (?) lol... so that’s cool, however I won’t be starting until two weeks from now... but that’s still a good thing bc it gives me a chance to live it up before starting work again.. lol I’m excited but idk how long I’ll keep this job... tbh my mental health is so bad (even at my best) it’s kinda really hard for me to keep a “normal” job (also a part of the reason why I have an OF because it’s so much easier motivating myself for something I have to schedule myself for...)

2)   I broke up with (one of) my boyfriends, (Zack, now ex) today... bc he kept pushing me away and I couldn’t take it anymore.... Worrying about him was really starting to wear down on me, and I’m not going to let myself put up with someone who’s making me feel like shit bc they do... (I’m sorry, but I care about myself more than that...) I need someone who’s going to treat me the way my other boyfriend (CJ) does... he ALWAYS hits me up and checks up on me and even updates me on his own mental health! (He even tells me when he’s down and I think it’s the cutest fucking thing ever how comfortable he feels with me... I love you CJ!♥) 

3)   I now live in my (”own*) apartment with my brother!? ... it’s cool living with him but obvi his name is on the lease so I don’t pay FULL rent, however I STILL PAY RENT! (I don’t need newfags telling me I don’t pay rent) But, there still is a lot of things unfinished in the house and the landlord seems to not even fucking care??? Like it’s fucked up how much we pay for rent and there’s fucking MOLD in the house! Like???? YIKES... Anyways, 

4)   I am now with my wife Lele for 3 YEARS! ♥ and Katii 2 YEARS! ♥ (These are the longest LDR I’ve ever had! And I’m so proud of us and how far we’ve come!♥ I LOVE my babies!♥) I have also added Brandon this summer ♥ CJ a few months back in April or May ♥ and Xavier last year in November ♥ to the partner list! (I also have another LD bf in New Jersey but he doesn’t want his name out there yet, so I will leave him Anon for now ♥) And that’s 6 partners in total! ♥

5)   My NJ boo has kind of been giving me major heart ache, and y’all ima be full on honest af with out trying to expose him soooo LOL.... for now let’s just say that he has a very time consuming career-path and I used to have a crush on his friend... LOL long story short when we first met IRL, I was going through a very crazy manic episode during the time and I was trying to find a way to live out there (clearly did not work since im back at my home-town lol) but, I ended up telling his BESTFRIEND that I had a crush on him after getting my heart SHATTERED by a fucking - .... rude person I was living with at the time /.\ (trying not to shit talk all my ex’s bc the past is the past but still that person fucking shattered me, but anyways) I was just heartbroken and letting all that out to the wrong person, and we’re cool now (me and my crush), and we had a convo about it and he said it’s “not a big deal” and shit, but idk... something feels off... maybe it’s just me over thinking but we always go through these periods where we will talk for literally two days straight and then he ghosts me for weeks after that...? Like it always has me feeling like he’s just fucking with me this entire time... but everytime he “slides back in my dms” that feeling goes away... I’m so confused honestly, and I don’t even want to think about him or his anymore so I just muted him on instagram and his friends bc I can’t stand being reminded of him (my crush).... I’ve NEVER felt this way about any guy before and idk how to deal with it other than just ignoring it and putting my mind else where.... UGH I HATE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

* I guess y’all can tell what’s really been on my mind here now huh... lol fuck man... ☻ life is crazy... and I feel dead inside 100% of the time tbh, but I’m just too high to notice... lol

Literally if it wasn’t for w**d IDK what I’d be doing w my life, I CBA... LOL

Nah but really though, when you start to value yourself more and how you are treated, you really start to put up with WAAAAAAAAAY less from people. I’ve learned how valuable my time and love is, and I’m not going to allow ANYONE to take that for granted... anyone who doesn’t make me feel absolutely loved for accepted, will be DISMISSED IMMEDIATELY! I don’t have time for people to waste... I need people around me who give me pure love and friendship, I’m not one for the fake shit babe, you can more around with that! ♥

Anyways, y’all ty for reading if you did! I hope this reaches someone who could use this or someone who really needs someone to relate to bc girl, same! ♥

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1-60 for the ask meme

Ope sorry I did not see this until today. I think I know the one? If it’s not the one you meant just lmk lol

1. Selfie?

You can have this picrew but I wish to be unperceived.

2. What would you name your future kids?

For female names I like: Harmony, Slyvia, Edelweiss, Bethany, and Opal

For male names I like: Uriah, Aiden, Kai, Levi, and Luke

3. Do you miss anyone?

My grandpa and Midnight (old dog)

4. What are you looking forward to?

Going on vacation in a few weeks, the end of the semester, and seeing @calligraphywitch tomorrow

5. Is there anyone who can always make you smile?

@calligraphywitch and my other girlfriend. They’re hilarious lmao

6. Is it hard for you to get over someone?

Romantically? Not really. You kinda gotta just accept it and move on. In the past, always being like: this will never work because of reason xyz helps.

Friendship wise? Absolutely. It depends a lot on the emotional investment I put into the relationship, but I find myself still missing people I haven’t talked to since High School or Middle School.

7. What was your life like last year?

It was weird being a freshman in college and trying to survive. I had a lot of family problems going on along with one of my best friends from High School being on her death bed for a while. A bit of a crisis of faith as well. But we survived, God willing! I miss pre-pandemic times tho

8. Have you ever cried because you were so annoyed?

Ask my brother. I’m sure there’s been an instance.

9. Who did you last see in person?

My grandma across the room from me!

10. Are you good at hiding your feelings?

I hide them so well I can’t even find them!

I like to pretend they aren’t there and repress them a lot but idk if I’m good at hiding them from others per say.

11. Are you listening to music right now?

I’m in a zoom meeting for class, so I guess my professor's voice?

12. What is something you want right now?

Freedom

13. How do you feel right now?

Kinda tired, kinda nauseous, kinda bored. Idk I probably need to drink some water.

14. When was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you?

Uhhhh idk about a week ago? My last hug was probably a week ago too XD

15. Personality description

I like to think I’m funny

16. Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t?

I work in customer service- everyday (:

17. Opinion on insecurities.

Everyone is insecure about something. It’s kinda fascinating how even though all of humanity is exactly the same (in terms of our struggles and insecurities, we don’t vary) we still judge others for having them. Confidence is seen as a virtue and the most attainable goal. Society profits off of your insecurities tho so be aware of what they are and don’t let yourself be scammed.

18. Do you miss how things were a year ago?

Certain aspects perhaps. But 2019 is gone. It performed and then it left. It can’t hurt us or help us anymore. There’s little use in dwelling on that and wishing for 2020 to be 2019.

19. Have you ever been to New York?

No, but I swear Ima go one day and see a show on Broadway.

20. What is your favorite song at the moment?

I have like three I’m cycling between rn

When You’re Home from In the Heights

Wake Up by Jenny Owen Youngs

Together by For King and Country

21. Age and birthday?

Old enough to know better and October

22. Description of crush.

He’s super great and super intelligent, not to mention super in love with God. Frankly, he deserves better than me. I gotta lot of self-improvement that needs to happen, but we’ll see what happens XD

23. Fear(s)

Heights, drowning, spiders, super dark streets and rooms, not being good enough

24. Height

5′5″ respectfully

25. Role model

It’s changed through the various stages of my life. Rn tho a few of my Christian online friends

26. Idol(s)

I mean I stan Brian David Gilbert, but I don’t idolize him lol

27. Things I hate

Cheesecake, sickly sweet stuff, when someone grabs the receipt out of the printer even though it’s way more effort for them to do so than for me just to hand it to them and it throws me off of my rhythm, fudge

28. I’ll love you if…

You exist (and even not then because fictional characters just hit different lol)

29. Favorite film(s)

Tangled, Ella Enchanted, Enchanted, Howls Moving Castle, Princess, and the Pauper

30. Favorite tv show(s)

Brooklynn 99, Parks and Recreation, Ouran High School Host Club, My Hero Academia, and Bojack Horseman (I’m going through a phase with it rn lol)

31. 3 random facts

Blue is my favorite color, I own almost nothing in blue, people are better at identifying members of their own race better than members of other races.

32. Are your friends mainly girls or guys?

Girls- they’re easier to talk to and approach. Tho I stan and love my guy friends. They are kings.

33. Something you want to learn

Everything? Idk I have an insatiable desire to learn and it switches. Consistently, I want to learn how to make my own clothes, play either piano, guitar, or violin, and detail cars.

34. Most embarrassing moment

Uggg I’m not talking about it and neither is @calligraphywitch

35. Favorite subject

I really enjoyed Statistics as much as I have hated it. My all-time favorite class I have ever taken tho was AP US Literature

36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?

Graduate grad school, get married, travel overseas

37. Favorite actor/actress

uhhh probably Chris Pratt or anyone who was on Parks and Recreation. Tho Broadway actors, I love Christian Borle

38. Favorite comedian(s)

John Mulaney

39. Favorite sport(s)

I miss playing softball and volleyball so prolly those

40. Favorite memory

There are too many to count. But usually, involve good conversations under the stars after 2 AM.

41. Relationship status

Have a picrew of my sister and me. Keep scrolling and mind ya business (jk ily anon)

42. Favorite book(s)

The Bible lol but fictional book wise, I will always love the Warrior Cats series. Red Queen was pretty lit. The Hourglass Door gave me a love for time travel aus lol. And Library Wars is near and dear to my heart.

43. Favorite song ever

You can’t ask me thisssss

Idk Hope is what we crave by For King and Country

44. Age you get mistaken for

24-30 it depends on the context

45. How you found out about your idol

@calligraphywitch

46. What my last text message says

No xD not disney

47. Turn-ons

When you have a musical playing and the end of one song is the start of another so they bleed into each other. CHILLS or when a line of poetry just expresses how someone feels. OR when different parts harmonize just right

48. Turn-offs

When my computer deletes my homework right before it’s done

49. Where I want to be right now

In a little cabin in the woods

50. Favorite picture of your idol

51. Starsign

Scorpio

52. Something I’m talented at

Reading peoples emotions

53. 5 things that make me happy

Music, Friends, Deep Conversations, Hugs, and God

54. Something that's worrying me at the moment

So much to do so much to see

55. Tumblr friends

Friends and mutuals include:

@calligraphywitch @an-assortment-of-forks @repentance-brings-healing @synthetic-blanket-hairs @loneallegiance @boywiththewand @knightof-cups @a-lil-strawberry @linkedwolf @indygo @obnoxioushair

There’s plenty more than that and I love you all ^^

56. Favorite food(s)

Tacos, Crab Ragoons, Salty Foods, RICE

57. Favorite animal(s)

Wolves and cats

58. Description of my best friend

Artistic, beautiful, supportive, hardworking. She is hilarious and an amazing person. There’s so much to the many reasons I love her I just can’t do it in words

59. Why I joined tumblr

Back in the 7th grade, my friends all had one and helped set me up with one. And that’s that.

60. Ask me anything you want

You want nothing ig lol if you want to submit one I can answer it still

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I Promise

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warnings: Blood, hospitals, broken bones, spoilers for season 3

Word Count: 1686

A/N: So, here is part 12 of Nightmares and Bruises. The taglist is open so drop me an ask or a comment, but you might not be added until I’m back off holiday because this is a scheduled post, same goes for anyone who asked but isn’t tagged.

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Billy bolted up the stairs as soon as he managed to get away from that thing, that creature. His mind couldn’t come up with any other word to comprehend what he had just seen. He tripped on the last step and went crashing to the floor. He turned to look back the way he came, before pushing himself up and sprinting out. The creature screeched behind him and he thanked all those hours he played basketball as he ran straight into the side of the Camaro. His breathing was erratic as he pulled open the door. A quick glance showed that Y/N was still as he left her, before he threw the car in gear and pushed the accelerator all the way to the floor. The tires screeched as the Camaro found grip and shot off into the night. 

“Billy?” Y/N’s voice nearly gave him a heart attack. He hadn’t been driving more than a few minutes. She yelped in pain as she sat up, cradling her left arm to her chest. She knew it was broken before she even looked at the funny angle it was below her elbow. Her head was throbbing and her fingers came away red as she gingerly touched them to her head.

Billy’s breathing was erratic as she looked him over. He looked terrified. His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel, eyes blown wide, blood smeared across his forehead and he was covered in dirt, dust and grime. A quick look at her own clothes showed her that something else had happened other than the crash. She repeated his name again as he pulled the car over in front of a payphone.

“Stay here.” He all but ran out of the car and flung the door to the payphone open. His hand shook as he pressed the only numbers that would work regardless or not if you had any change. He kept his eyes locked onto the Camaro, onto Y/N, as his mind flashed back to that creature.

“911, what’s your emergency?” A female voice drifted over the line. “Is someone there? Hello?

His voice caught in his throat. What was his emergency? The creature that had dragged him down into the basement of some old steal works? The rats that had seemed to surround him as he hit the basement floor? The creature that had shoved some kind of tentacle down his throat and then practically just let him go?

The light above him began to flicker, he looked up before he put the phone back down on the stand. He stumbled out of the phone box as everything around him went dark. The floor seemed to be covered in vines as the sky flashed between black and red. The Camaro’s headlights were the only source of light, illuminating the surroundings enough so that he could see what appeared to be a group of people walking towards him, out of the mist that had settled.

As soon as the light had started flickering, Y/N tried the door handle. She groaned as it wouldn’t shift and instead pulled herself over into the driver’s seat. The movement sent a jolt up her arm and she bit her lip to stop herself crying out. The fear in Billy’s eyes, coupled with the flickering light had put her on edge. She opened the door as Billy walked into the middle of the road and spoke.

“What do you want?” His voice was quiet, laced with fear.

She looked around but couldn’t see anyone around, it was just them. He took a few steps forward before repeating the question.

“Hey, I said what do you want?” His voice increased in volume but once again he got no verbal reply from the group of people. “I said, what do you want!”

One of the figures split from the group as they came to a holt. As the figure approached, Billy took a few steps back. His eyes widened as he looked into the crystal blue of his own eyes staring back at him. The other version him was dressed in exactly the same clothes but was free of the injuries and the grime.

“To build. I want you to build.” The other version of him sounded wrong, like he was speaking with multiple voices.

“To build what?” Billy’s voice was almost desperate as a thunder clap sounded above him.

Y/N reached out and carefully took Billy’s hand in her own. He kept his back to her, unaware that she had even reached him. Her left arm was cradled against her chest as she tried not to move it. The gasp that tore from her throat wasn’t from the pain though. Her grip tightened on Billy’s hand as her surroundings flashed and changed. Her eyes darted from the vines covering the floor, to the darkness, to the red flashes of lightning shattering across the sky. She had heard Will, Joyce and Hopper explain what the Upside Down looked like but her blood still ran cold. When her eyes moved past Billy, her heart stopped.

“What you see.” It was another version of him, clean and collected, but his voice sent shivers down Y/N’s spine. The other Billy locked his eyes onto her before the vision flickered and disappeared.

“I don’t understand.” Billy still wasn’t aware of Y/N’s presence behind him. He felt as if he was numb all over. “I don’t understand! What do you mean? I don’t understand!” He was screaming at the empty road.

“Billy?” Y/N tugged on his arm and he turned to look at her. His eyes were still wild as he glanced around them, wondering what had happened. “Billy, we need to leave.” Her voice was laced with fear, but her eyes told him she knew more about what had just happened.

“What was that?” He spun around before coming back to rest facing her.

“I’ll explain, I will. But we need to get out of here, and I need to go to the hospital.” She tried to keep the fear at bay to stay calm so she could think straight.

His eyes drifted down to her arm, which was still at a funny angle. He nodded and, with one last glance around, let her lead him back to the car. He helped her climb back into the passenger seat so she didn’t jolt her arm before he climbed in and set off in the direction of the hospital.

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The scream that tore from Y/N’s throat as they reset her arm caused Billy’s heart to ache. They were sat on the edge of a hospital bed. She was sat between his legs, back against his chest, her right hand digging into his arm that was around her waist. The nurse had told him to keep her still before they had taken her left arm from where she was still cradling it against her chest. Billy buried his head in her hair as they rebroke the bone so it would heal in the right place. The snap made him feel sick and he couldn’t help but blame himself for the crash. Y/N had assured him it wasn’t, it had been the fault of whatever had hit them.

Y/N stayed pressed against Billy as they put the cast in place before wrapping it in a blue tape. Her head dropped onto his shoulder as they worked. She tried to keep her breathing steady but what she had seen when she took his hand back on the road was coursing through her mind. She knew she needed to find Hopper or Joyce as soon as she got out of here. Billy was unlikely to believe her on her own, definitely wouldn’t with any of the kids or Steve, but with Joyce or especially Hopper, he would probably believe her.

The nurses cleaned the cuts on both of their heads before sticking a plaster over the area. Neither of them had spoken since they arrived and they sat side by side in silence as the nurses went to fetch the release and insurance forms. Y/N’s right hand was gripping Billy’s left as they waited. They quickly filled in the forms before walking out to where the Camaro was parked. It didn’t look very pretty and Billy huffed as he laid eyes on it again. He helped her into the passenger seat again before setting off towards her house. The sun had already risen and was filtering through the trees as they drove past.

“You gonna explain what the hell happened now?” Billy didn’t mean to sound so harsh but his head was throbbing and he was still terrified. The image of that thing and the feeling of it on his face kept repeating in his head.

“I will, I promise. But I have to find Hopper first.” He went to talk but she held up her right hand. “I know you need to know, but I can’t explain it all on my own.”

“Okay.” He nodded as he pulled into her driveway. Her mom’s car was missing and Y/N wondered if she was out looking for them both. He climbed out and helped her out. She stood in front of him with her back to the door as he handed her the bag she had completely forgotten about.

“Stay home today. Don’t go to work. I’ll come round as soon as I’ve found Hopper.” She ran her hand down the collar of his jacket.

“Then you’ll explain?”

“Yeah, I promise.” She reached up on her tiptoes and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “Later, I promise.”

He made sure she got into the house before driving off to his own.  

Part 13 

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Nasty Things That OC/Reader would say.

So this is a request from an anon. I did a few prompts with things that Erik would say so I figured it would be cool to make a prompt list with things that OC/Reader would say to Erik or any other male or female fictional character if you want to change up the wordplay. 

“Hey, Daddy”

“Yes, Daddy”

“You plan on coming over later, right?”

“I need your lips on me...all over me...”

“He just feel too good girl.”

“If you grab my throat all ima do is smile. You messing with a freak, baby.”

“I don’t know why me and my pussy are never on the same page. IM MAD. She takes it upon herself to get all wet as soon as he comes around,” *shakes head* “weak bitch.”

“You know you’re horny when the heart in your coochie start beating,” *laughs*

“Look at Daddy, you see that face? I ride that face every night.” *flicks tongue*

“Moaning is one thing that men can do right and they refuse to do it...selfish.”

“Erik is always talking about FiX YoUR AtTiTuDe I’m like no, fuck it out of me.” 

“I love it when he licks his lips and looks me dead in the eye talking about some don’t play wit me. Real shit all calm like,” *hisses*

*watching him roll up having you wish you were the blunt*

“Oh you love this pussy, huh?” 

“You either gonna eat my pussy or shut the fuck up.”

“Daddy loves me.” 

“Just wanna sit on his lap and feel him get hard.” 

“Where have you been all day? You forgot about me?” *fakes anger* 

“All you had to do was tell me you wanted your dick sucked. You know I love sucking dick.”

“Forreal he so damn freaky. This nigga then converted me into a five star freak.”

“He likes it when I play shy. He said it makes his dick harder.”

“My Daddy always gives me presents.”

*smiles softly with a lip bite*

*strokes back hair purposely slow to gain his attention*

*wears tight biker shorts and sundresses with no panties*

*grabs his dick instead of his hand while he’s driving*

“He helps me pick out my nail colors” *smiles*

“You like the way I rock my hips on this dick?”

“Bite my neck, shit, act like a vampire.”

*kisses his neck to get his attention*

*suck his dick while he washes your hair*

“You wanna watch me play with my pussy?”

“I’m horny as fuck. I know you gotta go to work babe but let me just sit on it.”

“We should make some food, watch a movie, fuck, cuddle, then fuck again because you know that’s how we do.”

“I’m high as hell right now and all I wanna do is fuck in the back seat.”

“Baby, baby, babyyyyyyyyyy.”

Him: yes baby girl?

“Hi.” 

“You like the way I throw this ass back on you? Feel good don’t it Daddy? I got you moaning.” 

“Eat this good pussy. Don’t stop...fuck, lick it just like that.”

“You didn’t fuck me, i fucked you.” 

“Make me.”

“I got a belly ring with Erik’s name on it because I’m the realest bitch to ever do it!” 

“Why he gotta look at me like that?”

“Can you suck my nipples?” 

“I like that I don’t have to ask Daddy for nothing. He already knows when I want and need something.”

Him: you look good

“I taste good too.”

“Put both of my legs over your shoulders.”

*Licks lips seductively*

“You hear how wet my pussy sound?”

“Daddy, I love this big dick.”

“I’m freaky for one nigga and one nigga ONLY.”

“My man is sexy, hung, and he smells the fuck good.”

“I love it when you touch me like that.”

“Grab my booty.”

*moans in his ear*

*lick his earlobe*

“Stick three fingers in my pussy, baby.”

“Feels like heaven, doesn’t it?”

“Fuck, shit, ooooh,” 

“I want you to buy me a necklace with your name on it so you can watch it hang while I ride your dick.” 

“My mouth is salivating for some dick right now.”

“Once I’m comfortable with you I turn into a porn star.”

“Let’s make our own movies to cum to later.”

“You like this arch?!”

“Tell me how much you love me while I bounce on the dick.”

“Yeah, I like to bounce on his dick! It’s big, and fun.” 

“He does nothing but encourage me while I fuck him that shit is so sexy to me.”

“Girl I get so damn horny when he grab the headrest of my seat to reverse his car.” *moans*

“Fuck, you look so sexy counting money.”

“Choke me out.” 

“Fuck sex can I come lay my head on your chest and vent? I mean...we’re gonna fuck regardless but can we talk first?”

“He like to ask me how my day was while fucking the shit outta me.” 

“Let me make him mad real quick I need some back breaking sex.”

“I love Daddy’s good dick.”

“Spoil me, Daddy.”

“I’ve been a very bad girl.”

*grabs his dick through his pants in public*

“Suck on my neck that shit is relaxing.”

“I’m a shy freak.”

Him: Ima choke you

“Okay and ima like it, the fuck.” 

“I’ll let erik do anything to me. I’m all about the freaky shit.”

“His dick is so fucking good it makes me wanna go back in time and loose my virginity to this nigga.”

“I’m tryna give one nigga my heart and all my throat.”

“You ever cry while having sex? I do all the time me and Erik fuck. That nigga be so deep.”

“Wanna wet his fucking face up.”

“I just want some sex so nasty that there will be absolutely no question that I’m going to hell.”

“I’m not perfect but I’m loyal, fun, and nasty as fuck.”

“I love it when you call me a good girl ‘cause we both know I’m not.”

“My body wants you badly.”

“Spank me. It’s the only way I learn.”

“Get in bed and play with me.”

“Tie me up and play with me, Daddy. Pretty please?”

“Send me a nut video instead of a dick pic.”

“I love that aggressive shit though, Erik. Grip my little ass up and show me who the fuck Daddy is.”

“He say my flavor is so delicious.”

“Lets fuck?”

“Tease me until I’m begging for it.”

“Sex so damn good I can barely walk in the morning.”

“I like to fuck Erik when he fresh out the shower. Body all wet...dreads dripping...dick even prettier with little droplets of water on it...skin smelling like raw Shea.”

“I can be so damn nasty in my head I gotta tell myself to chill.”

“Erik, come here, let me make you feel better.”

“You sure you don’t wanna fuck tonight, E?”

“He loves my thick thighs and pretty eyes.”

“Babe, I bought some butter pecan ice cream! Remember the last time when you ate it off my pussy…”

“This man gets me wet just by talking to me. Shit, just by looking at me. Him breathing in air makes my pussy wet.”

“Don’t just look at my ass eat it.”

“I love the way you fuck me.”

“He mad cuz Erik stunting on him. Your loss dumb ass.”

“I want you in my life, nigga. And in my guts and in my throat.”

“Don’t touch my thighs! My pussy like a splash park right now.” 

“You gotta rub your ass against his print by accident on purpose.”

“My pussy gets too wet for me to be out here getting played.”

“Everything is all fun and games until he’s hitting you from behind and he grabs the top of your shoulders and starts demolishing you. You can’t move, run, breathe, it’s too much going on.”

“I’m tryna get on your dick baby not on your nerves...just kidding ima get on both.”

“You wanna argue or get your dick swallowed?”

“I wanna sit on your lap, give you kisses, and call you daddy all day.”

“I love when a nigga take control, sexy as fuck.”

“I need my soul took. I think that’s why I’ve been so damn salty lately.”

“Getting my titties sucked feels sooooo good.”

“Rather be with you and all yo good dick, Erik. Problematic or not.”

“Niggas be good as fuck until you lick on their neck and ear. Yeah, little bitch you like that, huh?”

“He told me to call him Daddy and he asked me who pussy this is. I told him yours and locked my legs around his waist.”

“Erik, I could be sucking your dick until I make you cum right now but you mad right now.”

“Just come over and we’ll watch Netflix or make a sex tape I don’t know we’ll see what happens.”

“I have sex in my head all the time.”

Him: if you suck my dick while I drive that tells me you’re willing to die to make me bust a nut. I love you, crazy bitch.

“I love you too, Daddy.”

“I want to be slutty but only with one person, you feel me?”

“Princess in the streets, Daddy’s good girl in the sheets.” 

“I want some head until I cry, until my legs start shaking kind of head.”

“I miss my baby.”

“If you touch my thigh under the table in public just know you gonna be getting some later.”

“He eat my pussy and finger it at the same time...he’s the damn devil.”

“Shit, for you I would fuck on the first date.”

“You better not pull out.”

“He makes me his cum bucket all the time.”

“Cum so good.”

“Why your dick taste like sugar?”

“And? I want some more dick.”

“Erik can eat my pussy for hours and I wouldn’t stop him either.”

“The veins in his arms drives me crazy.”

“He so damn sexy. He needs to hurry up home so I can praise him and fuck him.”

“Sometimes I want it rough and wild. Other times I want it slow and sensual.”

“Me and my pussy not friends no more she always betrays me.”

“Shout out to the dude I fuck with. You the shit baby.”

“He stay getting in my guts but wanna kiss me soft.”

“I wear the smallest and tightest shit just to make him mad so he can fuck me and ruin it.”

“Stop covering my ass in this sundress!”

*sucks on his bottom lip*

*licks his chest*

*moans his name*

“Erik so bold he’d take a pic with my tittie in his mouth.”

“I sleep naked on purpose so he can wake me up in the morning with some head.”

“Erik always takes care of me.”

“Don’t Tell me what to do.”

Him: if I say bend that ass over, what you gonna do?

“Bend that ass over.”

“This nigga always talk to my pussy when he eating it. Talking about some pussy you so pretty and pussy you taste so fucking good, where you want my tongue next?”

“If you kiss my neck I’m not responsible for what happens next.”

“

#amethyst1993 #black panther #Erik Killmonger #love #erik killmonger smut #erik+killmonger+smut #erikkillmongersmut #Smut #killmongrer

[marshmallowprotection]

hi you’re my bff now ima spill some drama SO I broke it off with my bf this Sunday and I told him to give me space. Easy right? Apparently not, he texted me the next day, his best friend and brother contacted me Tuesday, nothing happened Wednesday, Thursday his mom called my mom and yesterday his dad called my mom like what the heck???? and if that’s not enough he wanted to respect my wish for space so he straights up writes letters to me Im so done what’s wrong with some people

You’re better off without that guy, darling. He clearly doesn’t respect your space and he wants to gaslight you. He wants you to feel guilty and like it’s your fault when it is his fault for treating you poorly and disrespecting boundaries that you set. I cannot stand people like that. 

You don’t deserve to be treated like that nor should you feel like you have to put up with it. Block those numbers and accounts, live your life much better without the weight of someone like that treating you like shit. If he’s making his friends and family work into his little scheme, I can imagine that there is more foul play afoot here. 

Those are some real red flags, so I would say, you’re in the right here, ignore this guy and don’t message him back at all. Inform your family and friends of this choice and ensure that they leave them alone too. It’s harassment if they don’t listen to the warnings. 

Document if things do get worse, though, like shaming or harmful threats toward yourself, that’s just something I’d give as a precaution to anyone that tries to leave a relationship and that Ex refuses to respect the line you set. Good on you for leaving a relationship with someone that clearly doesn’t deserve or respect you at all. 

Keep your head up, you’ll find someone that does treat you like royalty if that’s what makes you happy. Stand your ground and stay doing what you’re doing, Anon. I’m with you.

#tw gaslighting #anon #ask #mod kait

[mint-yooxgi]

LOOK IM SO GODDAMN MAD SO IMA RANT TO YOU LIKE OKAY I CARE SO MUHC ABOUT KPOP IDOLS OKAY AND I KNOW THE LIFE IS HARD BUT LIKE I CANT DEAL WITH SO MANY GOOD PPL LEAVING THEIR GROUPS FIRST WOOJIN NOW WONHO AND I WANNA FUCKING DIE

So I got this ask a few hours ago, and I originally didn’t really know how to respond. To be quite honest, I still don’t. That being said, I can understand your frustrations anon, but I can’t fully agree with you here.

Your feelings are valid, and I'm not simply answering this in an attempt to push your feelings aside. However, this message just doesn’t still right with me.

To put it bluntly, to me, your message comes across as if you are saying, “despite the hardships Kpop idols face, and the mental, physical, and emotional strains that some of them undergo, they should just learn to suck it up cause I don’t want them to leave their groups/terminate their contract before it’s due.”

Whether or not this is your intention of this ask, this is my interpretation, hence why it doesn’t sit right with me. I’m sure this is not what you mean, but wording can be very tricky to me, and I am always cautious of the way I word things, and how I intemperate the words of others.

I understand you care about your idols. As do I. As do many fans. The best thing we can do during these times, is offer support and be understanding of their decisions.

Yes, the life is hard. The life is extremely hard, and I don’t think a lot of people truly grasp this concept. Please understand that the entire process of becoming an idol doesn’t just stop once an idol debuts. I would argue that it just gets harder from there. Not only do idols now have to face the glaring review and scrutiny under the public eye, but they also have to face the scrutiny and rules of their company, including all those who fall under the company whether it be fellow idols, trainers, or CEOs.

What many don’t understand, is that Korea is a heavily military influenced culture, meaning a lot of their training runs like a military regime. Not only is it severely strict, but it is also severely demanding. 

Additionally, after debut, idols are constantly in a spotlight of sorts, which depends on how popular a group is. Many new idol groups debut within a year, yet only a select few actually make it past their first year, and move on to actually make a name for themselves in the industry. So, not only do they have the pressure of debuting, they are continually pressured by their companies to do well. There is always a need to strive for greatness, to become better, until eventually, you are the best. However, there will always be someone better.

The increasing competition only serves to make it increasingly difficult for newer acts. Not to mention how the public will receive and view these new groups.

Being under the scrutiny of the public eye can be seriously taxing. Korea has a very strict culture in which a majority of the population views certain acts, such as drinking, smoking, and improper conduct, as immature, repulsive, or a bad influence. So, not only are idols constantly being attacked by antis or sasaengs, they are constantly under the pressure to perform their best, act their best, be their best. That pressure can become unbearable at times.

In order to do well in the public eye, one must be charismatic, and always be on their best behaviour to perform properly and make good impressions. No one will want to work with an idol who is moody, or considered rude. This also affects how well a group does after debut. Music shows, radio shows, etc., aren’t going to want to book a group who is viewed negatively in the public eye, or considered rude, for people will not want to associate with them.

Not to mention the constant ideal of always having to look ‘perfect’ all the time. As you probably know, Korean beauty standards are very strict, so if one does not fit into the specific image of beauty that society has deemed appropriate, one can be ridiculed or attacked for their appearance. That only adds to the already enormous pressure already placed on idols to always be, and look their best.

Another thing that can be extremely important in Korea and Korean culture is endorsements. This ties back into my previous point of needing to be perceived well in the public eye. If one has a good image, one can obtain endorsements which further promote the idol or idol group in said endorsement. This adds to a popularity of a group. Doing something bad or being perceived in a negative way can not only negatively effect the group, but the idol could also loose their endorsement, and possibly never be able to use that promotional opportunity again. So, you can understand the pressure placed on them to always appear as their ideal selves.

This can all take a toll on oneself. Not only the physical toll from often times extreme schedules, but an emotional and mental toll as well. I don’t know how much you know of Korean culture, but mental health is not too popular a topic. It is not freely advertised in public. Many of the older generation still views mental illness as a taboo subject, and some even deny the existence of such conditions. Not only that, but as far as I know, there are not too many options of treating mental health efficiently that are offered in Korea at the moment. Even if one does seek help, again, it is viewed as taboo by the older generation (as far as I know), and people assume there is something wrong with you. In short, mental health is not something openly talked about easily in Korea.

Now, imagine the emotional toll this can take on someone. The constant pressure of having to appear ‘perfect’ all the time. The rigorous training and practice, not to mention some of the schedules idols are put through. Many do not have time to themselves. They have their fans to think about. They have their group to think about. They have the company to think about. They have the public to think about. I wouldn’t be surprised if at some times, they don’t even have time to think about themselves.

“But Jackie, idols know this when they agree to become trainees,”

Yes, and no. Yes, they may get told how hard it will be. Yes, they may get told about the difficult road that lays before them if and only if they can make it all the way to debut. But no one tells them of the mental and emotional toll that this life can take on them.

Sometimes, even though you are upset about your fav leaving their group, take a moment to just sit back, and breathe. Think about the good times and happy memories you have had with them while they were in the group. It’s not the end of the world, believe me. I know it can be difficult, but sometimes this is for the best.

The best thing we can do is love and support our idols no matter what they choose to do. We don’t always know the full story. We don’t always get to see the truth.

We, as fans, should strive to understand our idols, and support them in their times of need. After all, there are much worse things than an idol simply leaving their group. This doesn’t mean their career has stopped. At this point, it is up to them to choose what to do, whether they want to continue in the spotlight after some time off, or retire completely, is up to them.

I’d rather see idols take time off for themselves, because I don’t know about you, but the other alternative is much worse in my opinion. 

And whether the last part of your statement is true or not, anon, joking about it isn't the way to go.

#ask #I'm ranting #admin's thoughts #Just my opinion #sorry for the long post btw #sigh

[perry-the-deer]

SO!

it is EXACTLY a month before i’ve had this blog for a year (marking my like, 6th year on tumblr fnjdsng), and lets see my development babey..

Posts: 5,607

Followers: 78

Drafts: 1

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My most popular post...

is Homestuck Time....

BUT ANYWAY

ima be an emotional lil bastard to my friends who’ve stuck with me >:3c under the read more

@chorbie-the-orbie​ (Met: 08/01/17) HEY so you’re gone rn but yknow its ok bc im still gonna be a gay. Youre my darling fucking moirail!! Bro i can’t believe its almost been 2 and a half years?? like?? hello??? Charlie u’ve meant like, the WORLD to me since we met and we’ve had our ups and downs and our,, Mistakes lmao, but even still!!! im.. A!

Our moronic asses were like ‘haha we dont have any feelings for eachother’ and you would call me at 12 in the morning and sing love songs to me like the big dork you are whenever i was panicking and we pretended to be dating for like a day and failed horribly bc This Just In; we’re stupid!!!

and then we dated and That went WOOPS but now we’re settled as moirails and i think this is how it’s supposed to be?? We’ve been through literally so much together by now and it’s kind of funny because like we can be sitting there and.

“remember the sburb freakout?” “GOD DAMMIT” and i love that.

@chaotic-becquerel​ (Met: 08/13/2018, Dating since: 01/01/19) BABE holy SHIT ITS ALMOST BEEN A YEAR???? ITS ALMOST OUR YEAR ANNIVERSARY???? IM SO EXCITED??? im gonna draw a bunch of shit for it bc im VERY gay and excited.

But anyway ur?? so calming to be around?? Ur very quiet which is something i really love about you and ive never been happier than when we’re just sitting together and your humming is slipping through your mic when youre tired and sitting up at night is so much more comforting when i can hear your breathing and know i can wake you if i need you and,, a,

ok i need to stop gushing but i,, love you,, so much,,, im so excited for it to have been a year, i love you

@andys-melancholia​​ (Met: 5/24/19 HUH) WHAT THE FUCK DOES ‘5′ MEAN, BITCH IM GONNA KILL YOU I COULD’VE SWORN WE’VE KNOWN EACHOTHER FOR FUCKING YEARS?? HELLO??

YOURE MY SIBLING!!! KAT OMG!! 

THANK YOU FOR FUCKING PUTTING THIS INTO FIC.TIONKI.NFESSION OFF ANON MY GOD. I WAS SO SCARED TO MESSAGE YOU BUT YOURE SO SWEET AND NICE AND MY GOD?? I LOVE YOU??

okokok Calm Down Time BUT a!! Kat you are MY Blue and MY sibling and not to be possessive but *hisses at everyone bad who comes near you ever*

I love u #Kantosquad <3

@honeycombjuice​ (Met: 12/31/16) HELLO?? ALMOST 3 YEARS?? GOD? GOD??? You and I are the embodiment of ‘met at the wrong time and re-met at a good time’ and you’re my 2nd moirail and so very important to me?? I will always love sitting with you and playing minecraft or gushing about old OCs that we both know will never truly reemerge in rps lmao.

Youre?? so sweet now, you used to be such a dick and im so Shook at how much youve changed and like, i loved u then but also i was Stupid but aw shit now ive fallen head over heels in pale for you (remember when you asked me to date you back in 2017?? fun fact i was watching a video about luigis di.ck size when you did and i almost lost my shit)

anyway i love u u piece of garbage

@ant1grav1ty​ (Re-met: 07/16/19) Oh SHIT its my Metal-obsessed asshole moirail! that i dont know the main blog of so i tagged ur aezthetic blog! anYWAY Im still pale for u after all this time like A Moron and i hope im doing better as a moirail this time around?? Anyway ur super fun to talk too and also?? kind of funny sometimes but like

words dont work! I have a hard time articulating my emotions and you know this (the dave kinnie jumped out) but YOURE GREAT AND I LOVE YOU!!! Haha what if i came to britain and Hugged you (or air-high-fived u if you didnt wanna be touched), haha just kidding.... unless

ANYWAY i love u

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I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!!! bBF BJGSG

#Leafeon Purrs #friends #gay posting

[cancerbiophd]

First off, thank you for being such a positive presence and giving so much great advice! I'm going to my first conference and I'm a bit nervous. My professor will be there but I won't know anyone else there. I don't have a degree yet nor much experience (though I absorb knowledge like a sponge) but I want to start networking and making connections. How can I start networking and getting to know these people when I'm a tiny newbie? I know I'll feel so out of place! Thanks a bunch! xx

Oh you are very welcome anon! Thank you for such kind words :) 

A conference!!! How exciting! Conferences can be sooo fun and rewarding. But also just a tad anxiety-inducing for the reasons you’re concerned about. Let’s see if we can ease some of those nerves!

Advice for networking at conferences as a tiny newbie:

Go to poster sessions and talk to the presenters. I think poster sessions are under-appreciated when it comes to networking. It’s honestly one of my favorite places to start for the following reasons:

The topic is right there! No need for ice-breakers; just go up to a poster you’re interested in and say to the presenter: “Hi, can you walk me through your poster?” and voila! 

You can then move the conversation along by asking the presenter questions about their research, their institution, their career path, etc etc. And then feel free to follow up with “I’m interested in asking you that because I’m also doing the same research” or “I’m interested in doing a post-doc at your university”, stuff like that. 

If you want their contact info, all you gotta ask is “Do you have a business card? I would love to keep in contact with you to follow up on your research!” or things like that. (And then send them a follow-up email after the conference thanking them for the presentation, and with any other questions/comments you have. Not required, but a nice thing to do to keep them in your orbit). A plus if you also have contact cards to swap too!

The majority of poster presenters are students (mostly grad students), which I find less intimidating to start talking to. 

Poster presenters are sometimes desperate for people to come up to them. Yeah, a lot of us are introverts, but there’s still nothing more disappointing than just standing there for 3 hours with no one interested in the years of work we’ve put into the research in our posters. So please come talk to us!

Related, if you’re giving a poster presentation at any point, feel free to strike up a convo with the presenters next to you! 

Go to networking events especially geared towards students/post-docs (or as some conferences call them, “Young Investigators”). These events are great because you know everyone is there to network, so they should all be up to striking up convos! As a plus, there are sometimes free food and drinks too. If you don’t know how to start a convo, I recommend going up to someone who’s by themselves; it’s less intimidating that way. 

Need some ideas for conversation starters? The internet is a great resource. I just googled “best conversation starters for networking” and one of the websites that popped up was “30 Brilliant Networking Conversation Starters” (which ima take some ideas for myself too!)

You can also go to events that are specific for attendees to talk to PIs/presenters. Depending on their popularity, you may get quite a few good minutes talking to someone you may not normally get a chance to approach. If you don’t know what to ask a PI/someone higher up, it’s always acceptable (and encouraged!) to ask them for career advice: “Hi, my name is ___ and I’m a current ___ student and I want to become a ___ one day. Do you have any pieces of advice for me?” I feel like giving tidbits of personal wisdom is like the top 3 favorite things for people to talk about lol. And plus, you may get some really awesome advice, so why not!

If you want to talk to someone you didn’t get a chance to approach in person (like a presenter), feel free to send them an email after the conference. They may or may not reply, but this is still a great way to start a network!

I think those are great places to start for you! As you expand your education and career, you can start leveling up your networking by approaching presenters after their talks, emailing PIs to meet one-on-one over coffee, etc.

If you’re interested, I have a post here where I gave a first-time-conference-attender some general advice about attending conferences. (They’re presenting a poster, so some may no apply to you right now). 

I hope that helps and that you have a great time at the conference! 

#Anonymous #job advice #conference advice