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appleblueberry-pie · 2 months

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Explaining your First Love to the Yandere's

A/N: "The Yandere's", meaning as many yandere's i think I can characterize as yandere's as perfectly as possible without burning myself out. Also, are the pictures too much?????? Also, I couldn't find a good pic for Sugu without picking the one where he's literally going insane LMAOOO. Love how my semi-debut for my yandere characterization for him is shown w a not so pleasant picture of him(they're all perfect). Anyways, this is probably gonna be my most chaotic, yet organized, post about jjk ever. I have a solid plan and will go through with it. It's friday and this is me "letting loose" before the weekend. Also, the first love story will be pulled from my own experience. With multiple twists to it to make it sound as interesting as possible.

SCENARIO:

"Mmmm. I remember my first love." You hum in a pleasant tone as you start to reminisce events of who you first gave your heart to. "I loved him so much, it was insane. Because....we grew up with each other. We used to be like this." You twist your fingers together, smiling at him as you explain. "He was an embodiment of me, as I was of him. I don't remember a time we weren't friends. I think it helps to mention that our mom's were friends and they were neighbors. So....we've always known each other. He's a year older than me."

You two were out in the park on the grass. He suggested a little picnic together, hoping to bring you two closer so he could possibly make more moves to be more than a friend. But you were so oblivious to it, even going as far as talking of your first love as if you still missed this stupid asshole.

"I still miss him." You go silent for a few seconds and stare down at the checkered blanket, smiling. He gapes a little and resists the urge to scoff. "We both loved playing video games, we watched the same tv shows, went to the same elementary school....a lot of things happened between us. He didn't like me back, though. I confessed to him when I was 9 and he said no." You laugh. "But even then, I still loved him. I still feel it, too. For some reason, my love for others doesn't really go away. Just sits at the bottom of my heart to make more room for others."

You sigh and continue talking about the guy. "He just grew more and more....attractive as I grew up. I am pretty sure he's why I have my type that I have in men currently. He's very tall....a deep voice." You sigh, closing your eyes to remember. "Relaxed, closed off.....I heard him on the phone when our moms were talking a month ago. He sounds....so different. I don't even know what I'd do with myself if I saw him again." In real time, he watched you unravel slowly to show how.....inf*tuated you were with this guy. You were so focused on naming his qualities. As if you could picture him perfectly in your mind.

"I'm so glad we don't talk to each other anymore. I ruined our relationship. Said a few inappropriate things I shouldn't have said at the wrong time. I haven't spoken to him in....6 years. And I'd rather it stay that way, honestly. Because he's a rather boring person outside of his physical attributes. But I have attachment issues." You pick up one of the snacks laid out between the two of you. "Yeah. I'm done talking about him. I would rather not think of him anymore."

YANDERE REACTIONS:

Sukuna:

Sukuna was baffled. Anger, frustration, fear, and even jealousy kept his tongue from moving. He thought this moment wouldn't ever happen in his life. He thought this wasn't a possibility. Your extreme disloyalty to him was what made him clench his hands in anger. But if he rationally thought about this, you don't know. You don't know how much he loves you. How much the Ryomen Sukuna loves you. You were supposed to be his in all lifetimes. He felt like he absolutely knew you were pure. You smelled pure and your energy felt pure when he first met you. So why were you fixing your mouth to say such disgusting and unfaithful words to him as if he wasn't right there?

He wanted to ask you if you've been trying to give yourself to him like a whore, but he knew that was just him overreacting. He wouldn't ever say such things to you, anyways. He wanted to change for you and was trying, starting with these stupid little date settings he knew you loved. A fucking park. And here he was being stabbed in the chest multiple times without your knowledge of it. It was all your doing.

He might be human in this lifetime. He might be nothing but a mere human for you to toy with freely, and he would let you do it to him. But he would never allow a puny roach get in the way of getting what he deserves. He deserves you and he will have you, one way or another. And if that means cutting a small piece of your heart out just to keep the rest, then so be it. He can't have any piece of you in him. Just thinking about him makes another vessel pop in his body somewhere. He will kill this thing.

Kento:

Maybe he was overbearing. He really just couldn't help but feel insecure. There should be no real reason for you to bring up a man from the past. Someone that should clearly be out of your mind. Was he boring? What did that fool have that he didn't? And why did you mention it while you two were on this date??(It wasn't a date, but it felt like it to him) Maybe he was too plain. Men like him were just smokers and loners, of course you'd bring up someone else that can satiate your desire for real love. It's all because he couldn't. Not in the way you want to be loved.

But he knew, he knew that he was enough. He knew he was your type as well, so, what did you mean by he was the type you have in men?? What does that mean for him? Will you use him and throw him away? He doesn't want to be used and tossed out like trash. He wanted to be yours forever. He wanted to be your man. Your man. He wanted to be your lover, your obsesser and the one you obsess over, not that imbecile. He wanted to be skin to skin, he wanted to be under your skin, he wanted to make his mark on you and for you to do the same to him. He deserves your love. But here you are expressing it for another man you haven't even spoken to in over 6 years. He deserves that type of commitment, there's nothing he's done to deserve it this late.

"I love you." The words slip out like oil on water. And it makes his heart oh, so much lighter.

Suguru:

"Heavens. I'm glad you aren't talking with him now." Suguru chuckles and shakes his head, peeling off more strawberry leaves for you. "This is why." He points with the strawberry at the people walking past and then gives you the strawberry. "This is why I don't want you talking with them. They do this to hold you in their clutches, I've seen it." Suguru sighs as he recalls your story in his mind. Jesus, was it trying to hypnotize you? If so, it was working. No worries, it won't be around to mess with your mind much longer.

"They actively lie, they laze around, let their emotions control them, and then try to manipulate you to stay with them to be their stepping stool." He brushes your hair back neatly, and you scrunch your eyebrows at his words. "But I know you're better than him. Better than all of them." He calls out your name and stares into your eyes with a look that makes you flustered. What is his problem?

"You are the light. You are one of the most strongest and intelligent sorcerers I have seen of this time. You hold up your potential and continue to blow my mind with how beautiful your soul is. I am constantly drawn to you and your energy, I never get enough of it. I don't ever want to hinder you and I don't want anyone else to hinder your energy. That's why I will kill that filthy animal that tried to touch you." It's scary, the way he maintains eye contact with you and spits the nastiest insult about the man you once loved with your whole heart.

"I can't wait to get to know you better. You've been teaching me so much. Maybe you can tell me about your favorite nature spots and we can relax there whenever you're free. And sometime later, I could also take you to meet my family. You'll love my two daughters." He laughs lightly, knowing Nanako and Mimiko would adore finally having a real mother worth of raising them. Together, you and him would be unstoppable.

Choso:

Choso was finished with peeling the mandarin for you. You kind of were confused about how he went about doing this, though. Because all over his lap were the smallest bits of mandarin peels you've ever seen. But the mandarin looked perfect. He obviously took his time. He handed it to you softly, smiling. You accept it happily and begin peeling.

He was surprised he didn't rip the thing apart then and there. Maybe be should peel things more often. The way you so freely spoke about your love for another man when your soulmate was sitting right next to you, peeling fruit open for you was preposterous. He needed a hug. A lemonade, had to kill someone, something. But he stopped killing people for you(secretly), so he has to resort to acting like he's peeling off that devil's skin. Starting from where the shiny skin first shows. The first piece is always the hardest to pick off and it's hard to choose where to begin. But soon enough, the color underneath began to show. He slowly picked off every. Little. Piece. He heard a yelp of pain and cries of "sorry's" in his head for every piece.

Every single little piece made the air smell more and more sweet and tangy. The more you spoke, the faster he picked. The stronger the smell was. So citrus-y and delicious. It made him smile. He loved peeling this mandarin. Then picking off white strips connected to the mandarin itself, so that it was smoother and you had no access peel. Like veins, they came off one by one. He simply stared at it when he was done. Smooth, perfect. Scattered remains laying everywhere on his lap.

He's never felt this way before. What were you doing to him? What is this twisting feeling in his gut that makes him want to puke? Why can't he breathe? Why does he want to kill the kids and mothers at the playground not too far away? He needs you to calm him down.

He hates this park.

"Here you go, angel." He hands it to you, smiling. You looked a little confused at first, but then took it from him, opening it to take a slice. "Oh, this looks real nice, Cho. ......Why are you smiling like that?" He shrugs, picking up one of the strawberries you brought from your place. "Like what...?"

Toji:

Toji was silent. The awkward silence he was creating between the two of you made you nervous. He was sitting close to you, leaning over to you, his arm supporting his weight behind your back with your shoulder touching his chest. He was just staring down at the bowl of strawberries. ".....Toji?" Your soft voice made him sigh.

No, he couldn't do it. Killing you won't kill the pain and anger in his chest. This was probably the angriest he's ever been. He wanted to shout at you to apologize for how you were making him feel. But what he really wanted was to feel your lips on his and for you to shut the fuck up. For some reason, every time you open your mouth, it always ends with him degrading further and further off the side of sanity and just going completely ballistic.

You saw his hand on his hip. The hip that wasn't actually his hip, but was his gun he was resting his hand on. He would feel so much better if those shrieking rats would shut up. Fucking rodents running around you two freely like he wasn't about to ruin everyone's day.

He wouldn't say he was often traumatized, but he could've went his whole life without hearing that story. Now he has to find a random man and kill him for stealing your heart. I mean, the least the bastard could've done was reciprocate his feelings and not leave you feeling helpless. "I could treat you better than that dick." You flinch at his words before smiling, averting your gaze as well. "Oh....." He leans in closer to your face. "Where does he live, huh? Is it the prick with the glasses?" "No?" "The one you work with?" "I-I told you I haven't-" "Eh, whatever. I'll find him and kill him." He smiles at your bashfulness and grabs a few strawberries from the patch.

Sometimes he forgets you don't care much for how he says things. If the right message gets across, you usually don't mind how he says it. But he just blatantly threatened to kill him. You grab the leafless strawberries from his hands and begin eating. Nah. You were his, for sure. He sighs and lays down on the blanket, staring up at the blue sky.

Satoru:

Satoru nodded along with your words, his hands trembling. When you smiled, he did. When you sighed, he would, too. And when you finished your story, he had to swallow the thick bile in his throat. You were just....recalling old memories, that's all. Nothing else. He tried to focus on the grass blades he felt through the blanket. He tried to focus on the sounds of the kids running around squealing.

He watched you eat some of the cold grapes he brought you. They were big, and you praised him lightly for finding such a great batch. He nods quietly and stares down at his lap. Everything was fine. You were fine, and so was he. "Satoru...?" Honey dripping naturally in your voice makes his head turn automatically. The worry etched on your face made the strings holding his mind together break one by one. "Are you alright..? You're sweating."

Nothing was fine. He can't believe you just said that to him. Why would you..? Why did...? Why?.....wait, why?? Why??? Why why why why why why WHY would you do that? Why would you say that to him? He sacrificed so much for you. He killed all of the assassins that went after you when the higher ups found out about you and him getting closer. He paid off your parent's debt secretly. He paid your rent. He woke up early in the mornings to talk to you because he knows you like to wake up to see the sunset. He memorized all of your schedules when you have special weeks, special breaks, he memorized all days that you memorized, he knows what mattress you like to sleep on, he knows how you like certain foods to be seasoned, he knows your favorite weather and season, he didn't fucking learn all of this about you for nothing!! WHY don't you ever appreciate everything he's ever done for you? Why don't you notice him? Why don't you love him? He stalks you every day to understand the type of man you would want to live under your roof and be under your covers and that wasn't enough.

He's been so alone all of his fucking life. No one understood him like you do. He couldn't help but open his ribcage, breaking them off of his body to one by one to let you touch his hot beating heart with your cold fingers. He wants you inside of his heart forever and never let you go, can't you understand that? He hasn't slept in three days, predetermining what he was going to say to you during this picnic, and you tell him that?? Just fucking kill him. Kill him, kick his face, spit on him, ruin him like you're doing now. He clearly doesn't matter.

"Satoru??"

He's supposed to be the one you compare playing video games with, he is supposed to be the one you watch the same tv shows with, he was supposed to go to the same school as you!! His skin is on fire, he can't breathe, his mind hurts, the grass blades are irritating his skin and the children are making his migraine worse. Are you saying something? He can't hear you. His ears are ringing.

He wants to be him. He wants to rip open the skin and spine of the man who lived in your soul since the dawn of time and crawl into his body to experience what he experienced. He wants to do all of those things with you as kids and live with you, grow with you, let him be your infatuation. He wants to rewind time. He wants to die. He wants both of you to die and be reborn to be given a second chance he can never ever have.

"Satoru!"

Your face is twisted into heavy concern and slight fear. Satoru sat in front of you, staring at you. He hasn't moved in three entire minutes. His face was covered in bucket loads of sweat, his lips twisted into a tight smile that threatened to break into a million pieces. The corners of his lips wobbled as if he was going to cry, but his eyes were wide open and dry. His legs, arms, and back stiff as he sits in such an uncomfortable position, it had to hurt. You were scared for him.

Can he hear you? You slowly raise on of your hands to touch his cheek and he flinches under your touch, finally blinking. "Yes?" You purse your lips and bring out a cold water bottle from your basket. "Here, maybe you should drink some water." He takes the water bottle you dropped into his hand. "Thank you." He whispers and sighs, twisting open the cap. You watch him guzzle the whole thing in 5 seconds. "......maybe we should go indoors." He nods, closing the now empty water bottle. "Yeah. The sun is hurting my eyes."

No part 2's. Because I don't like continuing old plot and I love seeing people go crazy for me not continuing good content.

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gummygowon · 1 year

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guys im stressed so here's yunho fucking away your stress!

a/n: oh wow i went off. LMFAO @agustdiv1ne

imagine being so stressed out during finals week that you were literally locked in your room for DAYS just writing essays and completing projects left and right. it wasn't until your bestfriend, yunho dragged you off your desk one friday night scolding you that you were working wayyy too hard on a friday night. he also tried to convince you to go out clubbing with him and mingi but you immediately declined, using the excuse that you weren't done your public policy speech which led to you just ranting about how fucking annoying guys were on dating apps and how they just do not fucking know how to keep a conversation going. quickly, your rants turn into sobs as the stress was finally hitting your breaking point and now you were fully ugly crying in yunho's chest on a friday night. once you've calmed down enough, yunho calmly asks if there was anything he could do for you.

he was fully expecting you to ask for some comfort food from the mom and pop shop down the street or for some soju but you just look up at him with glossy eyes and trembling lips. "can you please just fuck me. fuck away my stress. please."

"are you sure?"

"yes, yunho just- fuck- do whatever i don't care."

how could your bestfriend say no to you especially while you were in this state.

"i bet i could fuck you better than of those stupid guys."

not even five minutes in to yunho fingering you, you were already fucked out. whining and clawing at his upper arm for more. tears were pricking your eyes when you asked him to fuck you with his cock. you weren't stupid, you knew that yunho had a fat fucking cock just by looking at him. one day you promised yourself you would fuck around and find out just how big he was and boy, was that day today.

yunho on the other hand was purposefully taking his time with you because he didn't know what would happen if he fully just went for it and fucked your brains out. he wouldn't know how to hold himself back but with you begging and your eyes on the verge of tears he just couldn't resist.

god fucking hell, he was huge but he felt fucking amazing. the sheer length of him was more than you've ever had before and his dick could reach further than your tiny fingers ever could. and you, jesus fucking christ you felt better than what yunho ever imagined. you fit just right for him and my god your pussy clenched his dick in the most delicious way it was fucking insane. soon, yunho fell into a steady rhythm of fucking you and slowly he began to lose whatever restraint he had left before fucking deep in the sheets.

and he did.

"have any of those guys made you feel this good?"

you couldn't even respond, yunho was fucking you this good.

"i asked you a question, baby." he says giving you a particularly hard thrust in between each word.

"mmm-fuck-fuck- no they couldn't. only you're making me feel this good."

"that's what i fucking thought. fuck - you shoud've came to me earlier. i would've fucked your brains out sooner."

#this is like half assed #but god fucking damn is yunho hot #yunho smut #ateez hard hours #ateez smut

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nejiverse · 1 year

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INVISIBLE FRIEND

Bachira, Rin, Nagi

In which you pull a prank on the boys and pretend you have an invisible friend. I think I proofread this I can’t remember tbh lmk if there’s mistakes. Everyone's aged up to 18 idk i just felt like it :) Fem! Reader

cw: use of the pet-names baby and angel, what ive wrote here is just drugs literally

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Bachira let out a dramatic gasp as he opened the fridge, the container he labelled "my food" in messy writing had completely vanished.

"What's wrong baby?", you asked him.

"Y/n..", he glared daggers at you with a pout on his lips. "You wouldn't happen to know where my snack went would you?".

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.

"I told her not to take it".

Bachira tilted his head in confusion. "Who's her?".

"Well, well, well speak of the devil", you huffed, looking at the entrance to the kitchen.

Bachira's eyes widened brightly, fisting his hands excitedly.

"You've a devil too?!".

You shook your head. Surely he knew it was just a phrase.

"No, Meguru. It's a figure of speech", you deadpanned.

He curved his mouth into an 'oh' and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. That aside, he was so confused with what was happening right now.

"I told you, you can't keep using the excuse that 'my' and 'Mai' sound the same! You know damn well how to spell you little shit", you pointed an accusing finger at...well the air as the other rested on your hip. You were less than impressed at the moment. "It was Meguru's food, not yours", but the fact that Bachira wrote 'my food' on it instead of his actual name was beyond you.

"Yeah!", Bachira grumbled, facing the complete wrong direction.

"She's here baby", you pointed in front of you with a sweatdrop.

You didn't know if he was just playing along or he was just stupid, either way it was entertaining.

"Yeah!", he repeated but in the direction you nodded at. "Didn't your mom teach you not to steal?!".

"Meguru...she's an orphan".

"Oh".

"Stop saying things like that, you know i'm dating Rin".

Rin paused in drinking from his water bottle to let the words he just heard process in his brain. Your words didn't make his facial expressions change at all but it did pique his interest.

He went over to the couch where you were sat, looking around for any sign of a phone or something, you weren't on a call at all.

He opted to sit next to you on the couch, but then he heard you gasp and try to push him off the couch.

"Get up! You're gonna squash him!", you frowned. Your pushing didn't do much but nudge his arm a little.

The side eye he gave you was so deadly that you struggled to keep in your laughter. He knew it was a prank.

"How old are you?", Rin asked.

"Eighteen..".

"Really?".

"Alright alright!", you plopped your head against his shoulder in response to his annoying sarcasm.

"Geez! You're the worst person to pull a prank on".

"You know that yet you still do them", he scoffed a laugh.

At least you were able to get a small laugh (kind of) out of him!

“You’re taking up too much room!”, you complained.

Nagi stirred in his sleep and opened one eye.

“But i’m on my side of the bed”, he responded through his sleep-laced voice.

“Not you, this idiot right here”, you pointed to the space in between you and Nagi. Was he dreaming right now? The poor boy rubbed his eyes but he still didn’t see anyone there, or anything for that matter.

“What are you talking about angel?”, he asked.

The way he said angel in his sleepy and endearing voice made you want to forget the prank and squash him in cuddles but no, the show must go on.

“Sei doesn’t wanna talk to you so leave him alone and let him sleep”, you whisper shouted, hitting the spot between you two.

You continued to go back and forth with…yourself until Nagi decided to just forget everything that just happened and sleep it off.

"Tell your buddy there to wake me up when you two are done, I'm not awake enough for this".

masterlist :)

a/n: writing this really amused me

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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AITA for breaking up with my BF because I suck my thumb?

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alright, to preface this. I am autistic and I got a bit of an oral fixation and this just happened by the time of me writing this .

I, 22(FTM), and my (20M, ex-)Bf were hanging out in my room about a week ago. we were both laying down in bed. I was faced away from him watching tiktoks and he was behind me doing whatever, well at some point in my mindless scrolling I stuck my thumb in my mouth to just like, chew on a little - I've always done this since I was a tiny child and it always brings comfort to me, I know it's childish but it's not hurting anyone and frankly childish is good imo. well at some point my ex looks over my shoulder to start watching tiktok with me and we were only cuddled for a minute when he suddenly VERY LOUDLY in my ear goes "what the fuck", We were watching a dog video so I was like WHAT? WHAT IS IT? and he just rolls away from me and goes "that's gross" and infuriatingly I had to press him for a bit what he meant and he just pointed at my finger, that was admittedly looking a little wrinkly, but I was already annoyed by his dramatics that I just told him to shut up - I was a little defensive alright, cuz my older brother used to make fun of me for everything I did and especially when he "caught" me sucking on my thumb, it's a sore point for me tbh. but this sparked his annoyance with me and me and him got in a spat. it was a very stupid argument, something we would've had as a "joking" fight if either of us were in a better mood but it ultimately boiled down to him demanding I stop doing that around him and me telling him to fuck off which ended when he had to go to work at night, literally it lasted HOURS.

well we stayed together for a little longer yk, I kept justifying it, it was a dumb fight I can admit that but in the week following I noticed I wasn't fidgeting around him, I wasn't even laying down, always sitting up in bed or in a chair. like I just couldn't relax around him after that? it's such a small thing, literally wouldn't have mattered if he brought it up in any other way or just kept it to teasing but instead he Told me I had to stop and that it was gross. so yesterday when we were hanging out again, I broke up with him. he was really upset and without saying "don't tell me not to suck my thumb, bitch" I explained that I didn't feel like I could be myself with him (which I couldn't and it takes me forever to be actually comfortable with people).

but he figured it was more or less because of our argument and told my mom (they're both friendly, he thinks their closer than they are) well my mom said, while she thinks he's a dumbass for trying to get her on his side, I'm also a dumbass for breaking up with him for that reason, even after I explained that's not the reason, just the catalyst. but now she's told my siblings and they're saying it was kinda a dick move and it's got me thinking, so AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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creedslove · 9 months

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HEARTLESS 💔 - PART FOURTEEN

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

Summary: it's Wyatt's birthday party and you and Jack manage to experience what it's like to be a real family and the cowboy tries to earn his third strike with you

(This is the fourth chapter of the HEARTLESS 💔 series)

• PART ONE TO THIRTEEN ON MY MASTERLIST

Warnings: a little bit of angst, fluff, sexual tension, mom!reader

A/N: it took me a while to bring our cowboy back, sorry besties, but this week hasn't been easy in a few aspects, but well, he's here, so willing to be a great dad and great partner is there any way we could say no?! Enjoy it ❤️

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You wanted to die at that moment. Die of embarrassment, die of anger, die of frustration. Why on earth did Frankie have to do that? You two had spent your entire relationship without sexting, without sending nude pictures, just occasionally seeing each other and having sex like two normal adults, and then, as if he knew what was about to happen between you and Jack, he literally cock blocked the two of you. You were unable to react for a few seconds after Jack handed you your phone, not understanding at first what made the cowboy go from his seduction mood to his jealous, anger self, getting off you immediately and pacing the room, before opening the door and going to the hallway.

What were you supposed to do? Should you ignore Frankie? Reply to his message? Apologize to Jack? You hadn't done anything wrong, so why should you apologize in the first place?

So you placed your phone down for a moment and you took a deep breath, calming down was essential before doing anything; you didn't want to be cruel to Frankie, you figured breaking up with him was already bad enough, he was a little clueless yes, but he couldn't be blamed for that. Now, Jack's behavior concerned you. You got that he got jealous and seeing the woman you're about to have sex with get another man's dick pic is a turn off, but what if he returned to his old habit of being an ass to you? You weren't ready for that, not after you let your guard down and opened your heart to him, you wouldn't be able to handle another heartbreak. You didn't want to believe after he apologized so much and tried to make things right with you he would lose all of his character development and go back to being the unbearable man he'd been. But you also never thought he would abandon you while pregnant…

And you hated those thoughts, because you were so willing to forgive him and try to give him a chance, to give your family a chance, so he wouldn't ruin that, would he?

You decided to pretend you hadn't seen Frankie's message, after all it was the middle of the night, so he couldn't blame you for being asleep. Placing your phone face down on the nightstand you got up, taking Jack's hat he'd dropped among your blankets and opened the door, knowing you had to find and talk to him, however, you didn't expect to find him standing right outside your bedroom, which made you startled and you jumped. His hands went for your waist, holding you by the hips as he wanted to keep you in place and frowned confused at your reaction

"What happened sugar?" He raised his eyebrows and watched you attentively, hoping you wouldn't be angry with him.

Jack was also feeling so fucking stupid at that moment because he simply left your bedroom after what happened. He couldn't believe he had such an ego that could harm the progress he'd already made with you. He should've laughed about that pathetic attempt of getting your attention, after all, you were breaking up with the guy the next day, but instead, he felt jealousy burning him from the inside, he couldn't bare the thought of you preferring Frankie over him; of course he had given you plenty reasons for that, but now that things seemed to be falling back into place, he didn't want to face rejection. His heart had been filled with hopes of having you and his family back, he didn't want to risk not having this possibility, he just knew he was a broken man and if he didn't have his family anymore, he would also not have anything to live for.

"I-I…" you shook your head and tried organizing your thoughts, raising your hand and handing him his cowboy hat. Jack frowned confused once more and put it on his head "y-you're not angry?" You asked "I was worried you'd be angry with me and we would go back to fighting and you'd call me a bitch…"

"Never" Jack rushed in "I'll never call you that ever again, I'm so sorry I ever did that to you, I've already explained you sugar that when I came back into your lives I knew you hated me and I tried hating you too so it would be less painful than loving you and feeling your rejection and your disgust, so I screwed up with you once more but I ain't never doing that, I love you" he blurted it out all at once and saw as your eyes softened, his hands went from your hips to the side of your face, holding it gently as the distance between the two of you was practically nonexistent.

"But I need to ask you… do you love him?"

His heart was beating so fast he could swear you were able to hear it too, but he needed an answer, you could tell by the look in his eyes he was anxious, sad even, at the slightest possibility of your love being dedicated to someone else.

You imitated his action and placed your hands on the side of his face, holding his head in place so he would look into your eyes and see you were being brutally honest "no, of course not, Jack. I've never loved Frankie… I liked him because he was nice and fun and in a way he sort of reminded me of you, but I could never love him…"

The cowboy felt a wave of relief pouring through his veins at your reassurance, you didn't love that guy, and he wanted to make sure he'd play his cards right so he could be worthy of your love.

"Sugar, listen to me… I don't want you to be around Frankie anymore, you and Wyatt, got it? He's a bad man, I know it because I had the Statesman's interns to run a background check on him and I found out some shitty things he's done… he's coming tomorrow ain't he? Well, I can talk to him about it if you want, you don't have to worry and I ain't making a scene, I just want to protect you and our son, I can't lose another family to some coke head freak…" his voice cracked a little and you widened your eyes at the new information.

"What? What did he do?" You felt a spike of anxiety in your chest. Jack said cock head, as in cocaine? Was Frankie dealing with drugs? He didn't seem like the kind of guy who would do that, but then, what did you truly know about him? That was bad… You teared up, feeling tricked and vulnerable at that moment, how could you let a man involved with that kind of thing into your life? Were you so desperate to get rid of Jack you decided the first guy who gave you the brown puppy eyes which desperately reminded you of your cowboy was good enough?

"Don't worry about that sugar, I'll handle things for you, tomorrow's our son's big day and you know I ain't doing anything to ruin it, he'll come, his kid will play like any other kid, they'll have cake and then I'll tell him to fuck off…"

Jack's plan was perfect if it weren't for the fact you were feeling just so stupid for being tricked like that, you just sobbed and looked up at him "I didn't know, I swear I didn't know, Jack…" you didn't mean it only for yourself and Wyatt, but you also knew what it represented to Whiskey having someone he cared about involved with drugs at any level. He softened up, seeing how hurt you were and though he was the one who hadn't deceived you, he regretted letting it slip, thinking he should've just quietly told Frankie to get lost without bringing you into it.

"It's not your fault sugar, he lied to you, there was no way you could've known" he assured you, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you closer, helping you under the blankets so you would lie down and try to relax, when you simply didn't let go of him, asking your cowboy to stay, which he happily obliged to. Diving under your blankets and taking his stetson off, he pulled you to his chest, placing a chaste kiss to your head and rubbing your back, making sure you wouldn't take long to fall asleep.

The next morning you felt someone stirring in bed beside you, as you slowly woke up from your slumber. You had slept so peacefully next to you cowboy, like you hadn't in years, not since you'd broken up. He just had a way of holding you and making you feel safe, warm and loved, a way to make you feel things were right by his side, but that person stirring wasn't Jack, you could tell it was someone smaller and the moment the little arms wrapped around your neck, you smiled, knowing it was your son being too impatient to let you sleep. You opened your eyes and watched his adorable, smiley face

"Mowning mommy!" He said happily and tilted his head adorably, "dada is making bweakfast and asked me to snuggle you" he giggled and buried his face in your neck, snuggling closer at the same time you wrapped your arms around his small frame, inhaling his sweet scent. You felt so good, so complete, knowing your son was happy and safe in your arms while the man you loved cooked breakfast for your family, as you two were really taking seriously the vows of trying once more. Nothing mattered to you outside that ranch because you had your family with you. No matter if your own mother was a bitch to the point of hurting your son's feelings just to get back at you to try to blame you for poor taste in men, or if Frankie lied to you and hid the fact he was a fucking coke head, it didn't matter; you were snuggling your son, while your cowboy was coming upstairs in a matter of time and you would spend the best weekend of your lives together.

You pulled Wyatt even closer and fell asleep right there, listening to your son's heartbeats and having a feeling everything would be alright.

•••

Once you woke up to Wyatt jumping on the bed again you knew it was time to get up, you could hear noises, chatting, loud voices outside and running to the window you saw the team Jack hired putting everything up for Wyatt's party. Tables, chairs, inflatable castles, slides, trampoline, you name it, Jack Daniels got it. You knew you could never afford such a party on your own, but instead of feeling bad about it, you smiled, knowing you did the best you could for your son under the conditions you had, but now his dad was in the picture and sparing no money to make your son happy, he followed you to the window, his littles eyes widened and excitement rushed through his body

"Mommy can I play?" He begged with sweet eyes and Jack chuckled the moment he walked into the room, looking at his family and joined you two by the window. He lifted Wyatt up making him giggle and pecked your forehead gently

"You can, but first you and mommy need to have breakfast, then you can play until it's time for the party, but you can't bring Silver Star into the inflatables, okay?" He told his son in a serious voice, though he tried hiding the amusement at Wyatt's cute pout.

Breakfast was good but fast, and soon enough Wyatt was playing all over the toys, stopping only when you called him to get ready. You were ready to take him inside and help him get ready, but Jack assured you he would be in charge of getting your son ready for the party, and asked you to doll up real nice for him, which made you blush and giggle once more.

You went over the clothes you'd brought and picked the dressed you'd planned on wearing but the knee high boots you also had packed caught your attention, chuckling and imagining your cowboy's reaction once he spotted them, you didn't even know why you decided to bring them, it was not the kind of shoes you often wore, perhaps only during winter days, but you still remembered buying the pair when you were still engaged to the cowboy, as you used to horseback ride a lot back then and the clerk assured you they were very comfortable for that kind of activity, though you knew the kind of riding with those boots you had in mind, was a bit different now. You also felt a sting of guilt when you thought about Frankie and all the shit that would probably go down once you two met, you didn't like the idea of cheating on someone, it wasn't right and you were convinced you would never cheat during your life, but there he came, senior agent Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels and turned your life upside down. On the other hand, were you and Frankie even together for real? Sure you and him were a thing for the first few weeks of being together, when you were going on dates and sleeping together here and there, but then he suddenly got too busy with work at the same time you began spending longer with Jack and Wyatt and experiencing what having a family was like for real, and you simply felt you preferred that over any dinner date followed by some vanilla sex with a guy you met on Tinder. Yes, Frankie was nice and handsome, but he just wasn't Jack, and you wished you had been honest with yourself to admit that instead of playing with him. However, you did know Frankie had a complicated relationship with his ex, just as you and Jack did while sharing a son, Frankie and his ex-wife shared a daughter and that indefinite status. Sometimes you were sure he still loved her, and sometimes you thought he was over her; perhaps, just like you, he'd been with you to forget someone else, that would mean he used you exactly the same way you used him, and that brought some comfort to your heart. Besides all that, once you calmed down enough to rationalize, you went over with your conversation with Frankie and saw he had randomly sent you a dick picture, he didn't try any attempt of conversation, no good night messages, or asking you how you were doing, so he either tried sending someone else the picture and ended up sending it to you by mistake, or he was just straight up horny and in hopes of jerking off with your help. It didn't matter, either option didn't cause you any reaction other than wanting to finish things as soon as possible, because your cowboy had earned his third strike into your heart and you were more than ready to break the cowboy hat rule for the last time and ride your cowboy guilt-free. Frankie completely slipped off your mind as soon as you walked downstairs and watched as your son and his dad looked both handsome and adorable while wearing matching outfits: black pants, white shirt and leather jackets, not to mention the stetson that just had to go with the rest of the look. Having no clue where Jack found a leather jacket the size of your son, but appreciating the final result, seeing your son as a tiny little version of your cowboy, your heart fluttered, knowing that could be your everyday life with your beautiful family. Feeling proud of them you opened your arms to welcome Wyatt, who rushed into your embrace and snuggled you, barely containing his happiness and excitement of having such a fun day ahead of him.

"You look so pwetty mommy!" He said adorably, your son was definitely a little southern gentleman and you couldn't help but feel just a tiny little bit of angst in your heart to know the years would pass by so fast and soon enough he would be a charming teen just like his father was and the girls would definitely chase after him. You shook though thoughts away, not allowing yourself to suffer in anticipation at how fast time went by, your son was turning four, and he would be that adorable sweet kid for a good while and you really had hopes once he became a teenager he would still be the same sweet loveable boy he'd always been. Ever since you got pregnant, you dreaded the idea of that loving child you carried becoming a rude and distant teen, but you knew Jack Daniels had always been the sweetest young man to his mother and sister, so you hoped Wyatt would be just like his daddy.

"Daddy, mommy looks pwetty, wight?" He raised his little head towards his father with a sweet smile, snapping yourself from your anxious thoughts about the future. Why worry about things that would happen in decades when your lovely son was just there in your arms, overly excited about playing with his pony and jumping on the inflatables.

"Yeah… very pretty, mommy" Whiskey mumbled in a tone you knew very well, his breathing was heavy as he eye fucked you, hand on his waist, and towering over you, not sparing you any flirts since Wyatt rushed to Helen in the kitchen. He licked his lips softly taking a step closer and a realization that he had gone into his full Agent Whiskey mode sent a wave of heat down your core. Of course the fact Jack Daniels was flirty was an understatement, but you could tell the shift when he got into his Whiskey persona, you'd seen him in action, flirting and getting towards a target and the mere thought of being a target for him at that moment made you even more turned on. He had something feral about him acting up all Whiskey on you, and the way his heavy breathing just got closer as he watched you up and down, spread a blush through your cheeks.

"I know what you're doing Jack… you're going all Whiskey on me, it's not gonna work"

"Isn't it? If I remember when we met I was agent Whiskey and though I had another target I couldn't get you out of my mind, sugar… you were so gorgeous, and all I wanted to do was to run my hands up and down your body" Jack's voice wasn't much more than a purr as he placed his hands on your waist, caressing your sides and pulling you closer "you just had… charisma if you know what I mean" he winked and smiled at how shy you got at his touch

"And now you simply walk down the stairs in a pretty little dress and sexy high knee boots and you don't want to get the Whiskey outta me? How am I supposed to earn your third strike if I can't even focus on what I'm doing because you're too goddamn hot, sugar?"

Jack leaned towards you, touching your lips with his own, you could feel his mustache tickling your lips and you placed your hand on his cheek, deepening the kiss. You couldn't explain what had gotten into you, but you couldn't resist that man any longer, if there weren't guests already spreading around the backyard you would sit on his lap and ride him right on his couch.

"Daddy!!! Mommy!!! Can we stawt my pawty?" Wyatt rushed back in, making you take a step away from Jack, trying to pull yourself together. You had a kid's birthday party to attend, not any kid, but your kid's birthday party and all you could think of was riding that devilish cowboy to exhaustion. You had no idea if you and Jack would ever be able to get back together in a definitive way, but you were sure as hell you would at least enjoy the time you were about to spend together.

"Before we go, there's something mommy needs, ain't that right, Wyatt?" He winked at your son who nodded excitedly and ran to the other couch, grabbing a black stetson and handing it to you. However, this one had rhinestones but it was beautiful nonetheless

"Hewe mommy, so you can be a cowgiwl and daddy and I awe cowboys!" You son said excitedly and clapped his hands as he saw you putting the hat on. You laughed softly as the three of you had cowboy hats on, looking like a real family as you walked into the party.

Jack hadn't really spared any money on the party, wanting Wyatt's dreams to come true in the best way he could, you were so thankful for that, but also a little anxious, as he had never had such a big party before, you were used to having a few relatives and friends over to eat some cake and that was it. Your son was mesmerized and it didn't take him long to run off to the toys and the presents, you didn't worry one bit, knowing you were all surrounded by family and friends, not to mention Helen who kept track of him, so happy to see that ranch coming to life, welcoming a party that hopefully was the symbol of a new start for Jack and you.

It also didn't take you long to recognize some familiar faces: Jack's relatives, besides your own, and also Statesman people, such as Champ, Tequila and Ginger. You ran to greet them all, glad to see them again after so long, not that you were awfully close, but they had all been nothing but nice and sweet to you, you figured the weight of working in such a massive organization like Statesman implied that their social interactions should be more tamed. Of course, Jack was always the exception, so warm and open to everyone, but that was just how your cowboy was. Still, there were quite a few dinner parties and brunches on Champ's ranch, and you spent a very good time surrounded by those people. Jack, being the gentleman he was, kept his hand on your back the entire time, showing the guests in an elegant way you were together. Once you walked through the Statesman people, Jack took you to meet someone. It was a young man, dressed in an impeccable suit, who turned around and extended his hand and offered you a smile, he was accompanied by a young woman, extremely beautiful, the two of them wearing matching golden bands, you smiled at them, seeing Jack stepping closer

"This is Eggsy, from the Kingsman… he uh… he pulled me back" the cowboy said with a hint of embarrassment but you felt your heart warming at the information, wrapping your arms around the young man and pulling him for a quick hug

"Thank you Eggsy! From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much for saving my cowboy… my son and I really appreciate it" the agent smiled at you and Jack made some small talk when a voice interrupted your conversation.

"Y/N?! I can't fucking believe this" Frankie interrupted, walking towards you at the same time Eggsy and his wife excused themselves and walked away. You turned around, feeling yourself tensing up at the sight of the man and swallowed

"Frankie I-"

"Don't Frankie I bullshit me, you are back together with him?! That guy? Did you hit your head and got memory loss? He dumped you, he told you to abort your son!!!! He didn't want you nor Wyatt, and now you're back together? Is this why you haven't even replied to my texts?"

You didn't even know what to say, Frankie had a point, but he didn't understand your connection with Jack, you were so frustrated that you couldn't get over your feelings for him, it was an internal battle you've had for so long and you were tired of trying to rationalize, everything would've been easier if Jack hadn't hurt you, but he did it and no one could change the past, but at the same time he was redeeming himself and he had showed you he was willing to do whatever it took him for forgiveness, so no, even if you had told Frankie about what Jack had done, he had no right of bringing it up, just as you wouldn't have any right of bringing it up whatever reason he was taken to divorce his wife.

"Keep it down, you're in my house and it's a child's birthday party, we can all talk in my office" Jack interrupted him and tightened the grip around your waist, showing you he had your back and he would support you no matter what. Frankie grunted but nodded, shooting a quick look at his daughter who stood in line to play in one of the inflatables and blew her a kiss, before following you and Jack into the house.

As soon as the cowboy closed the door to his office so no one could bother the three of you, Frankie sat heavily in the armchair and stated at you

"So, he's your guard dog now?" He raised his eyebrow and you shook your head, taking the seat next to his and sighed

"Frankie, please…. Listen, I don't want to make a big deal out of things, but we both know our relationship was more physical than anything, right? And you are a nice guy, I like you, but you know I've always loved someone else" you lowered your head at the same time Jack watched you with surprise, being the first time in years he had heard you admit your feelings for him "we can't be together, Frankie, because I decided to give my family another chance, my son and I deserve it, and Jack deserves it too…"

"Bullshit, Y/N! Fucking bullshit! He's a damn sociopath, he didn't even flinch before kicking you out pregnant, it is all fun and games until you show up pregnant again, then he'll do the same! Can't you see that?"

At Frankie's angry words, Jack reacted badly, feeling offended at the assumptions that guy made. Yes, he knew he couldn't actually be seen as trustworthy, but if someone should feel that way, that person was you, and not some random guy. Ye had no right to say that, so the cowboy immediately stood up and walked to Frankie, pointing a finger at him

"Everyone knows what I did, and I regret it every single day of my life, and I will probably continue doing so until the day I die, it's my burden, to carry this guilt, this shame, to know I will never be trusted but I am doing my best and I will honor my woman and my son for as long as I breathe!" Whiskey groaned, feeling such a rage in his blood, raising his voice and clenching his fist.

He walked to his desk and grabbed a file with the Statesman logo and threw it on Frankie's lap.

"That's for you, so you can see you ain't as perfect as you think you are, you filthy mercenary coke head. You can judge me as much as you can because I've been a monster, I don't deny it, but I'm trying, god knows I am, but I earn honest living for myself and my family, I don't kill and smuggle, like you do, so you gotta wash your filthy mouth before you talk to my sugar like that" he sighed and placed his hands on his waist "I don't want a big fight, it's my son's birthday and the attention should be on him and him only, you're a father so I trust you understand that, all I'm trying to say is that my family gave me a new chance and I ain't ever losing them, so enjoy the party, let your kid run and play, have cake, I don't care, just leave my sugar alone, because she's mine…"

Frankie didn't seem happy at all, but he grabbed his file and stood up, walking outside not wanting to even be in the same room as you and Jack.

You didn't know exactly how you felt, you were so sure you loved Jack, but you didn't like conflicts, let alone conflicts like that. Perhaps things could've gone in a better way, but on the other hand, it was a relief to know you - and mostly your cowboy - had handled things as fast as possible, that way you didn't have to feel guilty about whatever was about to happen after the party. You followed Jack outside, Frankie looked angry and looked for his daughter at the same time you and your cowboy stepped outside.

"OUCH!!!' Wyatt's scream was enough to draw both yours and Whiskey's attention, rushing to your son as fast as you could, seeing how he gripped his arms and cried

"She bit me, mommy!!!" He screamed and ran towards you, hiding his face as he pointed at the little girl who stuck her tongue at him. Frankie scratched the back of his head, visibly embarrassed as he cleared his throat and lowered himself "Mel… you can't bite other kids, apologize to Wyatt right now" he said in a firm voice but she shook her head

"No!!!! I want the pony daddy and he didn't want to give me his pony!" She whined and began crying and Jack felt so angry at the realization Frankie's daughter had bitten his son. He knew it was a kids thing but he couldn't help being protective and angry at the fact that the girl had hurt his son.

Jack hugged Wyatt and rubbed his back "it's okay cowboy, let daddy see it" he extended Wyatt's arm carefully and saw the bite mark, where her teeth had been. His skin was red and he dried his eyes, sniffing sadly.

You sighed and stared at the girl, who stuck her tongue out at you and Frankie felt another wave of embarrassment at the awkward situation.

"Silvew Staw is mine" Wyatt told her and you closed your eyes, lifting him up "come on baby, let's get your pony and take a walk" you said feeling pissed off at that girl. Yes, she was a child, a toddler actually, but so was your son and he never hurt another kid.

Whiskey looked at Frankie and then back at his daughter and shook his head, walking away and following you and Wyatt.

•••

You and Jack sat under the willow tree, his back resting against it as his arms wrapped around your waist. Wyatt played happily with Silver Star, even if his party was going on, he preferred that calm moment of joy with his family. Jack knew the guests would be entertained enough by themselves for a while as long as the catering people he hired had the food and drink coming. He smiled as he looked around, he hadn't been under the willow trees ever since you'd left his life, knowing how much you enjoyed that place, it was always a reminder of your presence in his life. The walking distance from the house to the trees was the path you very often took with Silver Pony or any other horse Jack assigned when he wanted to give you horseback riding lessons, and for you was also a constant reminder of your previous life with Jack.

"I still don't know why you like this place so much, sugar…" he finally said without mentioning Frankie, the breakup or the incident with Frankie's daughter. He felt like there would be a time you two could address it, but at that moment, all he wanted was to keep you in his arms.

"Well, I don't know… I've always liked these trees, they are so pretty and when we were engaged, I always daydreamed of getting married here, under them…" you blushed softly

"Then let's do it, sugar… get your pretty dress, pick the decoration and well get married as soon as possible, you can be Mrs.Daniels by the end of the week" Jack's eyes sparkled at the thought of making you his wife officially, he would love to have his ranch full of people to watch you and him tie the knot, he was sure Wyatt would be the happiest to walk his mommy down the aisle like the little gentleman he was and finally be a real family once for all.

You on the other hand, just chuckled at his eagerness and shook your head "that'd be great Jack, but no, we can't do this… not now at least…" the disappointed eyes your cowboy had given you were enough for you to place your hand on his cheek, leaning in and pecking his lips gently. He wrapped his hands around your waist again, wanting to keep you closer

"If you like these trees so much, we could name our next baby Willow…" he suggested out of nowhere, which made you tense up. You didn't know why he would bring that up, you had absolutely no plans of ever getting pregnant again, let alone with Jack's baby. You decided to give him a chance and let him apologize, but you were definitely not going to make the same mistake again. You got off his lap and looked around, licking your lips and feeling disturbed

"I won't… we won't have any more kids, Jack, and I don't even like this name anyway" that was all you managed to say before going to Wyatt and holding his small hand

"Come on my love, let's head back, it's time to cut the cake…"

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A/N: I don't know besties... These two tire me out sometimes, they are just so stubborn I don't know what to do... I hope you enjoyed it 🤌

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genderflu1dwh0r · 10 months

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Are you stupid?

You can be racist and have POC friends, Jason is way worse than Billy any day. Jason isn't the one being abused by his father everyday, he isn't poor, he didn't get taken from his home and live with a step sibling that he didn't know that well.

Jason is a horrible person and got his friend to tackle Erica, then he held a gun at Lucas. You can't tell me that that isn't racist, you can't tell me that's worse than what Billy ever did. Jason said "I thought you were one of the good ones". That. Is. Racist.

Billy got his bad traits from his father. Billy got beat by his father. Billy was crying into the phone for his mom to come home. Billy had no support system. Steve was the only person that Billy bullied and tormented, and in my opinion, Steve is a worse character than Billy.

Steve threw slurs, while Billy got slurs thrown at him by his own father. Just because you don't care about abuse victims, doesn't mean you have to spread your hate.

I think that Billy just wanted Lucas to stop hanging around because if Neil found out, Billy would be the one getting beat. Neil would probably hurt Lucas way more than Billy could have ever done. Billy was protecting Max and himself, he was scared that Neil would find out. He did care and love Max, he just showed it in some confusing ways.

Also, the Duffer brothers are racist, they wanted Dacre to say the N word. Dacre protested and it ended up not happening. Billy saying the N word isn't canon, cause it didn't happen in the show. Stop always going to that excuse for him being a bad person. He never said any slur.

People say "if the actor wasn't hot, then people wouldn't have liked him" and I disagree. His character is very interesting. He has a backstory, he has trauma, he has an actual interesting plot unlike any other character. Dacre is also a very amazing actor, he was able to make Billy even more interesting.

Dacre has said that his art imitates his life. He put his own life into the character, he didn't have a great relationship with his dad, he has said this.

Max is a horrible person too, she drugged Billy with something that she didn't know was in, almost hit him with Steve's bat, screamed at him before leaving and stealing his car. Billy could have died on the floor, he was drugged and had no car. Tell me that that isn't abuse. Just because Billy grabbed her wrist ONE time, doesn't mean it's abuse.

Siblings fight all the time, it's just what happens. Especially how their family dynamics was. I and many others have fights with our siblings. You get over it in like a day. That doesn't make Billy a bad person. He did some really shitty things, yes. But that doesn't excuse all the hate he gets. He's a complex character, no other character is like him.

That's why he's my baby boy. I relate to him, I'm an abuse victim, I love knowing that I have a character to relate to. Stop blaming abuse victims on how they grew up, they can change. He could have changed if he didn't die. He could have, but nobody let him.

Nobody tried to help him. He didn't have a support system. The people who compare Jonathan to Billy are wild, cause Jonathan did have a support system, his mother did so much. Billy had nobody. His father beat him, hi stepmother did NOTHING to stop Neil, she just watched. She was clearly abused too, but she's the adult, she has to be there for Billy. She has to get Max away from all of this, which in season 4, she did. But she turned into an even worse mom.

Right here. He was trying to get help, he was trying to get the MF to get out. He wanted someone to help him. He kept fighting, and that's how he saved everyone on the day he died. He knew he was going to die, he was sobbing.

Try to think before talking bad against Billy.

Why do people say Vecna/Henry/Jason/Troy/James/Angela are better than Billy?

Vecna/Henry literally tried to kill children and the whole world. Billy wanted to have some fun and games, he would never go to prison for killing a child. He was never going to hit Mike, Lucas, Dustin, or Will.

Troy/James made Mike jump off of a fucking cliff while wanting to take Dustins teeth out. Tell me that isn't fucked. MIKE WOULD HAVE DIED IF EL WASN'T THERE!!

Jason held a fucking gun to Lucas's head and got Erica hurt. He sent a witch-hunt over Eddie and that ended up killing that poor boy. Literally, he was poor and Jason is a rich christian white boy. Tell me that isn't classist. Jason also did this to get information out of a kid.

Angela deserved the roller skate to the face for what she did to El. I would have done the same thing, El never deserved any of what she went through there.

Anyone going to object? Cause you can't, my points are spot on. Why aren't we gonna get mad at Jamie Campbell Bower over saying he relates to Vecna/Henry? If Dacre is bad for doing so, why can't we shame Jamie for the same thing?

I would count the MF taking over Billy like that as a reference of sexual assault. His body gets taken away from him, he is crying for help, he is scared and tried to tell someone. I've talked to SA survivors and they agree.

Anyway, I am pissed at Billy antis and I am just so done with them.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #st billy #stranger things billy #dacre montgomery #neil hargrove #max mayfield #steve harrington #jason carver

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pablitogavii · 10 months

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jealous Gavi end in fluff

Only Mine

Your POV

We were on vacation in Ibiza which meant two main things: I wore bikinis every single day and Pablo acted more jealous than ever.

I knew my man was particular about his possessive nature, and I grew to accept that about him. It didn't bug me to reassure him that I'm his whenever he needed, and in whichever way he wished ;) but recently it became unbearable to handle.

I lay on the beach to tan my back...he pulls down my bikini bottoms to 'cover' my ass although it was already properly covered.

A guy smiles at me...he throws a tantrum and becomes moody for the rest of the day.

His own friends give me compliment...he pulls them to the side to have 'the talk' about me belonging to him.

It started to feel like no matter what I did, said or wore Pablo would get jealous. And to be frank it really started to get on my nerves.

He left me with Cristo at the bar while he went to answer the call from his mom but when some random blonde showed up, his friend bailed to talk to her and I stayed on my own.

"Would you like a drink??" young bartender asked smiling and at that same moment Pablo walked back and saw me smile back politely. While the guy was making me a virgin lemonade, Pablo rushed towards me giving him a nasty snarl.

"She's fine!" he says grabbing my wrist and we walked towards the beach so we can talk alone. Here we go again...

"I left you with Cristo but it looks like you like getting drinks from random guys!" he said and I stared at him in disbelief. The guy was literally a bartender!!

"Pablo, are you being serious right now!?" I said and he nodded his head still clenching his jaw in anger.

"You're being unbelievable lately! He is a bartender! It's his job to give people drinks! And Cristo left to talk to some blond girl, so what was I suppose to do!?" I fought back really done with his attitude.

"Not smile at him and look at him like.." he spoke but I interrupted him immediately unable to stop my own anger and frustration any longer.

"Like what!?" I said

"Like you look at me when we are naked and I'm on top of you!" he spat immediately catching the meaning of his words but it was too late. He did not just accuse me of giving that guy 'sex eyes'!?

I didn't say anything to him but it was clear that he really passed the line as I walked past him and he tried grabbing my wrist but I pulled away.

"I'm going back to the villa! Alone!" I spat and he gulped as I walked past his friends who were all concerned what happened.

"Amiga, you alright?" Cristo asked but I didn't reply anything going back home while Pablo stayed behind with his friend.

Pablo's POV

Joder!! Pablo, you stupid cabrón!!!

"Que pasa hermano? Why did she go home?" Cristo walked up to me and I rolled my eyes wondering why couldn't he just stay with her when I asked him to do that!

I knew I was possessive..and jealous..and impulsive..but I love her..I love her so much it hurts sometimes..I finally found someone worth keeping..someone who isn't using me for fame and money..I found an angel and i was terrified of losing her to someone else. So I acted out..a lot.

"Because I'm a jealous cabrón! Joder! What do I do if she leaves me!?" I say and my friends all surround me tapping my shoulder and reminding me how much we love each other and that it was just a stupid fight.

"Did you really get angry a fucking bartender asked her for a drink??" Ale said jokingly but I was in no mood for it right now. I knew it was stupid...but I hated when any guy looked at her..she was only mine!

"You're fucking stupid Pablo! That girl has eyes only for you..even when you're not looking she always smiles when she looks at you..it's clear you're the only one she wants" Cristo said and I knew he was speaking the truth feeling more and more like a complete idiot.

"You need to go home and apologize hermano" Ale added and I nodded my head knowing that was the smart idea but still fearful that she wouldn't hear me out after everything.

"And don't forget the flowers!" Javi yelled as I walked away and I nodded giving him a thumbs up for the idea. Let's see if I can fix this.

Your POV

I felt so angry when I arrived back home going to our shared bedroom and plopping myself onto the bed. How could he say something like that to me!? Does he really think I would look at anybody but him!?

About half an hour later, I heard a front door opening and I immediately knew it was Pablo..I would recognize my man's perfume from a mile away. He knocked on the bedroom door before entering with a bouquet of weirdly looking flowers.

"Amor, can I um come in please?" he said and I just nodded putting my book away and sitting up in on the bed as he approached sitting on the edge.

"These are for you..um..you always say that roses are boring and predictable so I got these..I have no idea what they are" he said and I took the bouquet of interesting looking flowers not being able not to smile that he remembered me saying that one night we watched a romantic comedy together.

"Thank you for the flowers.." I said when the room became quiet while putting the bouquet on the bed besides me looking at his big eyes. I could tell he was nervous..I could always tell how he felt from his body language.

"You're welcome, mi amor..but I came to apologize..for today and for the way I acted since we came to Ibiza" he said and I nodded waiting for him to finish.

"It's just that I..I love you a lot..and I feel threatened sometimes by all these guys who think you're beautiful which of course they are right but you're also special to me..as a person..as a woman..and I don't want to lose you" he finished looking down and I sighed moving a little closer to him.

"All I ask is that you trust me Pablo..like I trust you. How many times have you went out with boys and I've had no issue with that?" I said and he nodded his head really loving that fact that you were not one of those toxic girls that is latched onto their boyfriends.

"Many.." he answered

"And I do it because I know you love me..I trust your feelings and I know you would never do anything to hurt me, right?" I added and he quickly looked up taking my hand and kissing them.

"Never, mi amor! I think about you even when I'm out there..I can't wait to come home to you sleeping in our bed peacefully and to hold you in my arms" he said and you smiled blushing a little.

"And it's the same for me Pablo..when I am without you, I always think how much I miss you..and if you are worried that others like me, don't be..because I am madly in love with my man" I finished touching his face and he leaned into my touch.

"With me?" he said with a pout and I just couldn't be angry anymore..he was way to adorable right now. I nodded my head moving on top of his lap and kissing his lips passionately as he held me tightly in his arms.

"Mhmm with you Pablito.." I used the nickname he only allows me to use for him and he smiled nodding his head and deepening the kiss.

"And..there is a clear difference how I look at you and everyone else" I pulled away and he smirked flipping us over and getting on top of me with a smirk. I gave in and gave him 'the infamous look' as he leaned down to kiss me.

"Joder princesa! You make me weak.." he groaned kissing my neck as I turned to the side to give him better access catching the glance at the flowers.

"Amor..we should get these flowers out of our bed because they look like they could eat us" I said and we both laughed loudly as Pablo just plopped on top of me making me hit him to get off.

"Dios! I love you.." he said while laying on his back while laughing and I smiled laying on top of him happy that we have resolved out little disagreement.

"I love you too..and I'm only yours" I said and he smirked nodding his head proudly while kissing my hair.

"Only mine.." he added as we cuddled up close to each other.

Hope you enjoyed :)

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ineffectualdemon · 3 months

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I have a lot of deep seated anger about my shitty childhood but as I've gotten older and learned how to process it in healthier ways it's met but an equal amount of l bafflement and contempt

And by this I mean I don't understand why two grown adults constantly felt the need to prove to themselves that they were better, stronger, smarter, and/or had more power in any given situation than an actual child who was asking for help anyway

1. It's so very unnecessary. I wasn't trying to prove anything I just wanted to ask a question or try something or just exist. Like I literally at like 6 told my dad I felt like I was the only person who wasn't allowed to be a bad mood or show that they were unhappy and he felt it necessary to lean down to tell me: "Shit rolls down hill"

Which is just a weird and unnecessary thing to say in that situations as a well as mean thing to say. Like why do that? Because it made you feel more powerful than a 6 year old that was already crying? That's so pathetic of him

2. It's so much more effort to be a dick in a lot of these situations. Like I'd ask my mom to proofread my essay (I learned to stop doing this) and instead of marking mistakes and explaining what I did wrong she would point to something and make me tell her. When I didn't know. So I would have to guess. This would take HOURS.

If she didn't want to proofread my essays I had other options I was happy to take

However she often demanded to proofread and she would just get increasingly smug when I wouldn't be able to tell her where I went wrong. "Oh she wanted you to figure it out for yourself so you'd learn it better" all I learned is if I asked her for help she'd be mean and make me feel stupid.

I now read over my kids essays. I tell them the corrections or why think some thing need to be changed. But I also praise them for what they do well. My kid says they know why when they haven't done as well because I start with "So, it's not your best." And then say something I liked before giving all my corrections. But proofreading my kids essays takes like 20 minutes at most to read through and mark and another 10 to 15 to go over the comments I've left

Making me suffer for hours was just a waste of time and effort as well as mean

And these are two minor examples because I didn't want to take about the worse ones but they did all this stuff to prove they were better than actual children and I'm like: "Wow. You're both pathetic"

Like how sad and loser is that? To hang your self worth at proving you have more power than a 6 year old

What a sad sack of shit

#not safe for esmes #the saga of my crappy parents #childhood trauma #personal #vent

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bethisims · 29 days

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How am I uneducated for not wanting grown adults stripping in front of Children?! That's the only problem I have! How is that anti-LGBT? I literally have NO problem with you being Gay, quite frankly, I hope the best for you and your fiancee! I don't have a problem with Sam being gay and I hope that they'll be able to find a girlfriend someday, I just... do not like getting children involved with Drag shows which are made FOR adults.

I DO understand that kids can realize they are gay or bi when they start finding out what love and relationships are, but to force it on children isn't okay. That is all I'm saying. (But I do understand that explaining to a child why someone has 2 moms or 2 dads and that's okay)

I'm Bi, and I didn't realize until I was 23 when I discovered Sam's channel, Sam opened up a whole new world for me. I was ignorant and I still sort of am. Sam is the reason I stopped thinking the whole pronoun thing was stupid. (I know it isn't stupid, but Sam is the one who inspired me to change my mind and my hateful ways and it is something I will forever be grateful for)

Don't think that because I'm Conservative I hate anyone, if anything, I am against Racism, Sexism, Homophobia, Ableism, and everything else! NOT ALL OF US ARE BAD!

If I had a problem with the LGBT+ community, I would have never interacted with Sam, I would have not spent the past 12 months trying to fix things and return to a community that is mostly LGBT, Neurodivergent Liberals! I also wouldn't be trying to apologize and fix my prejudiced behavior, I'm just sick in the head and I say horrible things in a psychotic rage, I am getting help!

I know I said terrible things in the past and I am willing to change! I care about all of you and you guys opened up my eyes to my own behavior! Can't we just make it work?

I can get help, I can stop being hateful, I can do better and I am one conservative on this planet that is willing to change! I am willing to do better and I just need you guys to give me a chance! This world will not get better if we are at each other's throats all the time, please just let us work this out! Let me prove that I am NOT as hateful as you think I am! Please!

Wow, back to anon, huh? Didn't like that I posted your account instead of replying privately like I used to.

I'm not even going to touch that first point. You're ignorant.

You've already had multiple chances to apologise, to work on yourself, to prove to us that you can change. This has been going for months and you are still doing this.

You are NOT allowed in this community because you make people uncomfortable. It's that simple. And it's not just Sam, or the mods anymore, it's everyone that you've sent anons to. Nobody wants to talk to you, we don't want to have to interact with you at all. And you pushing is doing nothing to help with that.

Now, I am done. Any further messages with be screenshotted and deleted.

#crusty stalker

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starg1rlie · 2 years

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𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 !! (𝗣𝗧 𝟮)

pairing: scaramouche x gn! reader

genre: mild angst

xtra !! notes: so like, i didn't expect to write a part two, but someone brought it up and my mind went on autopilot, so here you go- kinda short?, so apologies before-hand, reader is gender-neutral, (they/them pronouns; reader is called 'miss ultra gaga and eccentric" though)

dear scaramouche,

you see, all these attacks that i've done to you is just to show how much i care about you. you think that nobody cares or really understand you, not even your own friends, but i care abotu you. so, so much.

i wrote this letter because i wanted to tell you just how much that i like you. you and me, we're practically the same! i'm sure that we were meant to be.

over the past few months that i've spent at school, i've come to realize something: i love you! i really, truly do. and i know that you've always tried to make you get the hint that you don't like me, but i just thought that i'd tell you this.

we're a lot more alike than you think. i know we might seem so different and stark in contrast with each other, but i think otherwise. you understand, don't you? there's a lot of bad things in the world, but if i think about leaving it all, well, i suppose i wouldn't want that to happen either.

i heard you talking to your mother that night. i know how forceful she sounded to you. and i understand it as well. my mom, well, you probably already know the story, don't you? my step-mom came into the picture and i was just forced to keep smiling and pretending that everything was okay and that our family wasn't literally falling to pieces.

your mom should understand why you want to make your own decisions; she can't decide everything for you, just because she gave birth to you.

i will most likely get rejected, won't i? it's pretty stupid, now that i'm thinking about it. me, writing a letter to you? how embarrassing would that be for the both of us! i don't mean to embarrass you, but it's not like you're going to read this out-loud for everyone to hear, are you?

i hope that, at the very least, you'll let me be your friend.

love,

y/n

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scaramouche laid on his futon, purple locks fanned out on his pillow and eyes trained on that stain on the ceiling of his room. your letter, which had been ripped in half, lay on the surface of his polished wood desk, taped together rather haphazardly with some scotch tape he'd scrounged up from his drawers.

there's a lot of bad things in the world, but if i think about leaving it all, well, i suppose i wouldn't want that to happen either.

your words from your letter swam rapidly around in his mind as he sat up. how could you have known about his family issues? he'd never told you about them, and yet, you somehow still found out about them yourself.

the soft whir whir whir of his ceiling fan lulled him to sleep, his thoughts coming to a stop as well. as he slept, he dreamed of that night; that stupid night that made him so upset to think about.

it was raining that night; fat raindrops sliding down his cheeks as he walked down the stone path, the annual summer festival taking place just down the mountainside he was on. he had his phone's speaker pressed to his ear as he balanced his feet on top of each stone.

scaramouche grew tired of arguing with his mother over this topic. it was hard enough now that dad was out of the picture, but the fact that the old hag wouldn't accept that he wanted to become a writer, it pissed him off. he wished that he had a remote he could use that would be able to mute all the words that were coming out of her mouth, but there was no such thing, and here he was, stuck walking in the rain and listening to his mother nag to him about his life choices. again.

"mom, i already told you, i want to become a-"

"i know what you said, and i don't approve of it! becoming an author is very difficult work, and even if you succeeded, you don't get paid well! do you want to be living out on the streets? this is why i said you should try and apply for law school when you're older."

"i told you, i don't want to do law school! i want to write!"

"if you were to graduate from law school, you'd be able to make a lot of money from your cases and clients. think about it: which one seems more sensible to do?"

"i don't care about what's sensible, i care about what i want to do. why can't you just respect the fact that i want to be a writer, and there's nothing you can do to change that?"

there was silence on the other end, the only sound being fuzzy static.

"we'll talk about this later, when you're home. i should hope that tomorrow you won't be skipping out on cram school again." with that, she hung up on him.

dropping the hand that he used to hold his phone, scaramouche clenched his hand tight around the device, wishing he could hurl it down the mountainside (bonus points if it hit someone in the head in the process). why couldn't she understand what he wanted to do?

as scaramouche stumbled down the path, rain drops blurring his vision like tears, he thought he heard a twig snap in a clump of bushes to his left. he was too upset to even bother checking if someone was there, and even if someone was there, he could care less. he was sick of pretending to be the perfect little boy that everyone made him out to be.

by the time he'd made it up to the top of the hill, where his house stood serenly, his clothes were soaked and hair dripping wet. scaramouche kicked off his wet school shoes and ran up to his room, flipping his "do not disturb" sign over. then he promptly slammed the door shut, locking it.

back against the door, he slid down, his knees tucking themselves in as he buried his face into his arms. scaramouche could already hear his mother's footsteps coming up the stairs and towards his room.

knock knock.

"go away. i don't want to talk to you."

scaramouche could sense her hesitation. even from behind the door, he could just imagine what her face would look like: nostrils flaring like one of those fire-breathing dragons he'd heard about in history, eyebrows scrunched up, and lips turned into a hard frown. that was her usual "i'm so disappointed in you" look she wore whenever she sat him down with this topic.

"honey, i'm saying this for your own good. i know you want to be an author, and i understand that you don't want to be a lawyer, but it's imperative that we have you to support our family." now that dad is gone. she didn't say; she didn't need to. it was quite clear in the tone that she was using that that was what she meant.

"i said to go away! are you deaf or something? just leave me alone. that's the least you can grant me with all your nagging."

he peered down at the crack under his door and waited, holding his breath until her shadow finally moved away from his door. sighing under his breath, he ran a hand through his damp hair, fingers getting tangled up in the locks.

they're all so blind, so ignorant. they don't care about me. they only lean on me because i'm the man of the family now.

he felt something sharp sting his eyes. as scaramouche reached up to wipe at his eyes, he realized that he was crying. how ridiculous is this, he thought. i'm actually crying like some pathetic wimp.

scaramouche woke, hearing the steady drip drip drip of rain water dripping from the roof and the whirring of his ceiling fan. going over to his desk, he looked over your letter one more time before sighing under his breath. he couldn't get the image of your face out of his head; you looked so hurt, so unlike your normal happy and energetic persona you always had going on at school.

what were you going through? now that he thought about it, he didn't know anything about you. not your favorite shows, what color you liked, which foods you hated...he didn't know any of that. in your letter, you spoke as though you actually understood his perspective, like you actually had been going through and went through similar events.

he smoothed out a dog-eared corner of the letter before slumping down in his chair. great. now i need to apologize to them. how pathetic am i?

← first part | taglist form! ↺ | finale →

a / n !! - heres that part two, might do another part and end it there...

taglist (if you did not want to be tagged from this, so sorry, lmk and i'll remove you!) : @seungyaolee, @sunoosbestie, @chickynn, @shizunxie, @jameineliebe, @cesarsbeloved, @extrabish, @scaralvr, @malina130550

#scaramouche genshin impact #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #gender-neutral reader #gn! reader #mild angst #heavy angst #slight romance #genshin impact #genshin #( ﾉﾟｰﾟ)ﾉ leeo writes!

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sakurangelic · 9 months

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Love Fool (2/?)

pairing: student!minho x student!gn!reader feat. student!seungmin genre: enemies to lovers combined with school au summary: Lee Y/N is the new student of the MAXIDENT university. Though, it seems like Y/N gets in some trouble with the popular guy, Lee Minho, right in the first day. Do they grow to hate each other or... love each other? warnings: none word count: 1.5k words (1,578) a/n: make sure to read the first part if you haven't done so! 1 | 2 | 3

"Thanks a lot for ruining my first day, Minho", you grunted and sat at a random desk in anger. You crossed your legs and arms, your tongue poking your cheek, as annoyance was clearly visible on your face. How could you not? After all, you got in trouble on the first day, all because of a stupid boy!

"You're not any better, Y/N", Minho growled and glared at you. He sat at the teacher's desk, placing his legs on it and crossing them.

You glanced over at him with a dumbfounded expression, slightly raising your eyebrow as you asked, "Are you even allowed to sit there? It's the teacher's desk after all; there are so many free student desks here…"

"Who?"

"Y—"

"Asked", he added.

You blinked. You were confused about his words and how any of them made sense. You rubbed the back of your neck, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together.

"Who asked, you bird brain." Minho mocked me and rolled his eyes, letting his head fall and staring at the ceiling. "Do I have to remind you? I'm Lee Minho."

"Yeah, right, okay…" you whispered, feeling a bit hurt about his rude attitude. Obviously, you wouldn't care about such a person with attitude issues, but it really ruined your mood and motivation that school in South Korea will go well. You still remember how excited you felt when you arrived at your aunt's house and couldn't believe you made it to MAXIDENT University, one of the hardest performing arts and dance universities to get into and the best one in South Korea.

But then you remembered. It's just the first day. You have so many days, months, and years ahead to experience. You can't let a jerk like Minho make you give up, especially after all the years of hard work and learning to get here. And coming back to a country where you struggle with the language, yet still doing your best. You were sure that, despite the language barrier, you were going to find your friend group and make good memories with them.

Internally, you smiled to yourself. On the outside, you kept the same neutral expression on your face. You didn't want the male to bring up the fact that you randomly smiled for no reason, in dead silence, and make fun of it till your last breath in this building. In order to help the time pass and distract yourself from the fact that Minho was quite literally standing in front of you at the teacher's desk that he apparently claims is "his own desk", you searched through your school bag for your notebook. In the metallic spiral ring, there was a pencil that was designed by you with colourful duct tape, which you later drew cute and small doodles on, such as hearts, cats, diamonds, flowers, and more. As for the notebook cover, it was filled with different kinds of stickers that you had collected throughout your childhood, and your name was written on it, both in English and Korean.

You took out the pencil from the metallic spiral ring, opened an empty page, and started doodling the first thing that came to mind: your aunt's collection of plants and flowers. It was no surprise when you remembered how much of a big fan of nature she is and how she's a botanist. You could only remember how she would always babysit you during the summer, back when you were little, because of your mom who was busy with work. She would show you her collection of books and encyclopaedias about plants, explaining them in a fun and charming way. If you were lucky, your aunt would sometimes even bring you to the botanic garden she works at, and you would always admire the different kinds of plants. Something she always told you and, till this day, you still remember it is: 'See how every plant is different, but beautiful in their own way? That's how we humans are'. Such words fascinated you at that age, and, well… they still do.

Reminiscing about these childhood memories definitely helped you feel better and forget about what happened moments ago. By now, you had finished drawing about four or five plants out of, who knows, how many your aunt had. You tried counting once, but you weren't really that bored to count till the end. You probably gave up after 10 anyway, from what you remember.

Even though you kept yourself busy with this stuff, when you suddenly stopped drawing, that's when you realised just how loud the silence was. Then the question popped: What has Minho been doing the whole time? You did tell yourself to not pay him any attention, but it just seemed so weird for him to be this quiet. While it was wrong to assume whether he's usually loud or quiet after barely meeting him, based on the impression you got and how hard he showed off the fact he's "really popular", you wouldn't be necessarily surprised for him to find himself always having to say something in any situation. Then, why didn't he continue the conversation from earlier?

That's when you realised you were feeling a gaze on you. Your eyes slowly travelled up and met Minho's. You were slightly shocked to see the look in his eyes. He was completely lost in his thoughts and seemed to try figuring something out as he was staring at your birthmark. Between your right cheek and eye, you had a small mole with a soft shade of cocoa, looking like a perfectly drawn circle.

"What?", You broke the silence with your sudden question before the male looked away as if nothing had happened.

An awkward silence (pun intended) fell, and you were staring at him, waiting for him to do or say something, as you slowly placed the pencil in your notebook. Suddenly, Minho got up, fixed the tie on his uniform, and put his hand in his pockets as he made his way out of the detention room. All you could do was just watch him leave, your eyes still waiting for an answer. The door shut behind him, and your eyes remained fixed on it for a minute.

You tucked your lips and turned your head to the clock above the board. A sigh of slight annoyance left your lips when you realised that you didn't check the time when you entered detention because you were too mad to think about how long you were going to stay here. Neither did the teacher mention how long detention would last for you two, unless it was an unspoken rule that you had no idea about. Everything felt frustrating; why were you lost about this stuff? You were starting to doubt how easily you were going to adapt yourself in this new environment compared to the people in your year who had an year to get used to it. - "So, Lee Y/N from 'S' Class (another pun), which is my class, why are you still not in detention?", one of the teachers that was apparently your homeroom teacher questioned.

You were standing there awkwardly, slowly smiling awkwardly, and trying to find a way to explain it. "Well, Mr. Ahn didn't tell us how long detention would last…" You paused for a moment and continued, "I'm new here, and I thought that if Lee Minho left, then that would mean detention was over." You bowed at her, nervous about her reaction.

"Alright, I'll let it pass this time. You're new here, and his leaving did confuse you. I would have preferred you to have asked Mr. Ahn before leaving; he tends to be forgetful and wants to quickly send students to detention to continue his lessons…", Ms. Kang slowly nodded and rambled on.

"But anyways, you said you needed help with taking your notes from the classes you missed during detention, right?"

"Yes, that's right. I haven't gotten the chance to make any friends in my class", you explained quickly, hoping Ms. Kang would find a solution and just let you go home.

"Oh, I have just the right student for you to give you the notes! He's the class president, Kim Seungmin. Here, this is his phone number, and you can text him to send you the notes", Ms. Kang showed you the number on her phone screen, and you added that number as 'Kim Seungmin'.

You once again bowed to her and gave her a sweet smile. "Thank you so much, Ms. Kang! And I apologise for the mess."

"No worries, but I expect you tomorrow to do better, Lee Y/N. See you tomorrow."

You watched as your homeroom teacher walked away, going to the teacher's room to grab her stuff. You sighed, tilting your head on the sides to crack it, and made your way home. - When you arrived home, you sat at your desk and went on your phone. You tapped on the contact named 'Kim Seungmin' and stared at the empty conversation. You were hesitating to text anything, but you knew that you really needed those notes. With a slight nervousness, you texted Seungmin. To your luck, he was quick to reply and send the notes to you. Thanking him, you went to write the notes and study them.

You wondered what would happen tomorrow. After all, Ms. Kang hoped that you wouldn't get into another trouble like today.

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raynedayys2 · 16 days

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Okay sooo Leighton Murray yap session incoming.

Rambling About How Much I Like Her

For starters, I love Leighton. I love her a little bit too much, but she's so silly & I think she deserves her own ramble post.

I really love the growth she went through over the show. She started off as this really nasty rich girl, and now she's a rich girl who knows & understands that she's privileged.

But I also love the little random scenes of her being a good friend & a good person, especially since she at the beginning she acted like she didn't like the girls. For example, her sneaking Kimberly her credit card so Kimberly's mom wouldn't have to pay for dinner. Or the way she did Kimberly's hormone injections, drove her to the procedure, and took care of her for a bit.

I also love that she's not just 2D, and her interests aren't just stereotypical for someone like her. Yes, she likes shopping & rich girl stuff, but she's also into math. (Which I think is cute, especially how she tries to deny it all the time) And her personality still shines through regardless, like making the professor make a big deal out of her being the highest scorer on that test.

Leighton & Alicia

I feel like these two dorks were a cute couple, but I don't know how I feel about them getting back together. Alicia claims to be this big ally of other queer people & she runs the women's center, but she constantly tried to make Leighton come out. Mind you, Leighton has only started exploring WLW relationships in college. She's known that she's liked girls for a while (she admits this when she's in the doctor's office with Kimberly & she says she was scared she was going to come out to her parents after her wisdom teeth removal) but she never "acted" on it until college.

Leighton has always been perceived as a cishet white rich girl. And one of her biggest fears is that coming out was going to other her & being queer was going to be her only personality trait (to others) instead of Alicia comforting her she basically says either come out or break with me.

I completely understand Alicia's concern about being closeted again, but that was no reason for her to treat Leighton like that after she knew she was Leighton's first real relationship. It blows my mind that Kimberly was a better ally to Leighton & she's not even queer. It was Alicia's right to break up with her, but bare minimum, she could've guided Leighton through this & gave her advice. Or she could've explained that being queer didn't have to be her whole personality & Leighton was still a 3D person despite her sexuality. (But I digress)

Leighton & Tatum

I feel like they were a less toxic couple & Leighton's little crush on her was extremely cute. Like the way she specifically went out of her way to play tennis to try to impress her. And I really like how Tatum treated the whole "coming out situation". She reassured Leighton that they could take it slow & validated her feelings. (Which is what Alicia should've done)

I also like that they chose that as an opportunity to show Leighton's growth. She finally stands up for what she thinks is right, and stands by her friends. I think it could've been a good time to have Tatum grow as a person along side Leighton, but they put her back with Alicia so whatever.

Leighton's Flaws

Leighton is like every other character & real person, she has flaws. She has done stupid stuff, but I feel like that doesn't take away from how much she's changed.

Like the first episode, where she berates her old "friends". Obviously, it was her fault they didn't want to room with her, it could've been nice to have her realize that she was the problem in that situation. Or reflect on it later in the season if she ever randomly bumped into them.

They also could've had a moment where she realized money can't fix everything. (Beside the community center thing, because she literally got a girlfriend out of that) Like she gets into trouble, or she tries to help somebody else get out of trouble & they sit her down & tell her that money can't fix everything in the world.

And the way she handled the disease situation sucked. Yes, whoever gave it to her didn't tell her, but she didn't have to do the same to another innocent girl. She definitely should've taken that girl aside, had an open conversation, and still paid for the meds.

#text post #infodump #ramble #rant #tslocg #the sex lives of college girls #leighton murray #lgbtq #wlw #Renee Rapp

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the-tummy-closet · 1 year

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Past-Midnight Snack

((A/N: Heyy I hope you like this :) these are my OCs (which I changed the names of just in case) and they are bestie partners-in-crime mercs. And they only have a few supernatural things going for them!! It's normal in their sort of cut-throat big city. Enjoy!! - Cherricharlie))

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"You wanna watch Dance Moms or The Office?" Skylar asks, legs propped up on the table, remote hanging languidly from their hand.

"Can't we watch something that's less dramatic? More action, maybe?" Mason says, folding and placing his sunglasses on the table- it's way too dark to have them on, even for his usual insistence on wearing them.

The sun is past set, and the only light on in the apartment is the flatscreen TV, illuminating the two's faces like they were phantoms. The blinds remain open, letting a light blend of neons shine onto the floor at the window. A boom sounds off and the two don't do much besides blink.

"Dance Moms it is." The remote is discarded to the cushions as the show starts.

Mason groans, sliding off the leather couch at snail speed.

"It's literally my turn to choose. Shut the fuck up, they're already pulling each other's wigs off. Is that not action-packed??" Skylar kicks him in the side of his ribs on his way down to the floor, but Mason just slouches further.

"But they do that every episode, Skylar."

"Your little dudes slow-motion punch each other every episode too, Mace. We get it, you want to bruise him. Kinky for real." They lean forward and grab his arm, tugging.

He pushes himself up like the world is weighing down on him and sits on the couch heavily, turning to extend his legs over Skylar's lap. "Well, if you like it that much, you'll have no problem not getting up." Mason smirks.

"You act like you just did something. Bruh." Skylar's wings fidget and settle as they lean against the back of the couch. "I love this shit. I mean, I could also totally just look out the window, to be honest. But sometimes that's so lame, and this is so.. Making me invested. Not like that dude who totally took the L delivering your neighbor's live mice."

Mason nods slowly and vigorously. "The difference is that we can mute Dance Moms."

"Hah, tell me about it." The two sit in a tired and drowsy silence, occasionally bantering for a few episodes.

Today was one of those separate jobs days. Mason was typically hired when someone needed something done quickly and/or quietly, and Skylar was better at undercover socialization and manipulation. Together they could do either or, but both did what they could to get money and get a reputation, akin to the rest of the city. In the end, both of them stumbled home at around the same time that night, prompting a change in clothes and for Skylar to steal the remote.

Skylar didn't think they would have a problem with not getting up until they started to feel hungry. And really there was no way they were about to complain when they already acted like it was no big deal that Mason was preventing them from moving, but hell if they weren't starving. The last time they would have eaten had to be around eleven that morning; brunch with Alisa. Which was fourteen hours ago. Skylar internally groaned at the realization as they glanced behind them at the clock on the microwave, which taunted them with a tick from 1:24 AM to 1:25.

At their movement, Mason peeled open his eyes to glance up at them, half-lidded and slightly gruff. "Tired of Dance Moms? It's literally putting me to sleep, so I would understand."

"No, dumbass. I can't move because your stupid legs are on me."

"I thought you wouldn't have a problem with that?" Mason closed his eyes and smiled, tilting his head back over the armrest of the couch.

Skylar pressed their lips together- damn. "I don't! My legs are just, uh, asleep. Come on, Mace, pleeaaseee??? We can go to bed, I'll turn off your 'favorite' show, and we can wake up tomorrow- refreshed and not crampy."

Mason looked back up at Skylar, unamused. Then, with a supernatural breakneck speed that they had grown familiar with, swung his legs to the side like a gymnast who saw a spider on their beam. Their brief freedom was immediately taken away by his torso on their lap instead. "Nope." He said, a smile on his face as one arm covered his eyes.

"You still had that in you this whole time?" Skylar gawked. Mason smiled and nodded in response. "Well, do it again and get the hell off of me!" They whined, with no real malice in the plea.

"Sorry, Skylar. That was my last one for the night. I mean it."

"Oh, fuck you. Kill yourself. I mean it," Then, softer "not actually on that last part." Skylar gently slapped Mason, before sinking into the couch, further resigned to their fate. At least the remote was within reach; their eyes were burning off. They turned off the TV and reveled in the silence of the room. The busy city outside served as white noise, drifting in the room gently and blanketing the room in comforting silence.

Skylar quickly learned that the harsh noise of some crazy dance moms screaming was the only thing covering up their stomach growling. The long gurgle was easily heard in the otherwise quiet room, and Mason was definitely close enough to hear now. They shifted awkwardly, to let their wings rest over the back of the couch and give their spine a break, but to also get comfortable since Mason was starting to get up, slowly this time. Their wings started to bristle, nervous of Mason's reaction.

"That you?" He asked, using his elbows and forearms to prop himself up.

"No, it was the tiger I'm illegally hiding in the closet. Yes, it was me. Are you gonna let me get up or are you gonna let me starve?" Skylar responded, voice dropping low in embarrassment.

"You could've just said so, Sky." Mason responded, a serious tone with a playful jab.

He pushes himself up to sit up and Skylar finally gets the relief of stretching their legs with a satisfied groan. A hand flies to their stomach and they start to rub it, accompanied by a muttered "Ah, fuck…" as it made a deep, hollow-sounding growl with a high-pitched squelch at the end.

"Jesus, Skylar. I'll grab you a snack, you stay there." Mason stood with a bit more urgency.

"I finally can use my legs and you're doing it for me, half asleep?" Skylar asked. "You're too kind."

Mason ignored this as he slowly navigated the dark apartment to his kitchen. It was small, and he could still be heard without speaking up much in the next area. "When's the last time you ate?"

"With Alisa. Sausage and egg breakfast sandwich. She thought it was weird that I put tabasco sauce on it." They recalled, but their stomach wasn't immune to thinking about food, and gave another displeased groan.

"And you're always telling me to take better care of myself," Mason shook his head, finding pita and mildly spicy hummus in his pantry, which he knew Skylar would have a taste for. "If you went to sleep, you wouldn't have eaten in a full twenty-four hours." He continued, bringing the dish over to the couch.

"You were intent on keeping me on the couch! Sorry you couldn't take a hint over Dance Moms though. My b."

While Mason's eyes typically went unseen by most under his shades, he wasn't wearing them at the moment. Skylar could make out through the dark that he had rolled them in a mocking manner.

"Dance Moms: Now more important than eating. Got it. Do you want this or not?" He waved the dish around, the pita slices threatening to teeter off. Skylar had to swallow; their mouth was watering like crazy.

"Please." They muttered, staring the dish down, their hand now firmly against their discontented stomach, which had started to growl intensely in anticipation. "My stomach's mad at you, by the way." They added with a pout, lifting their hand so Mason could hear the full extent of its roiling complaints.

"Consider this my apology." Mason sighed as he handed Skylar the plate and plopped down next to them. Skylar dug in quickly, scooping a load of hummus onto a slice and shoving it in their mouth, silent as they repeated the action before even swallowing.

Mason felt like he could continue teasing them, but with the gusto that they were eating and not even quipping in between pieces, he decided to let off. They started to get to the last couple of pieces before they stopped momentarily. "Uh, Mace, do you want some?" They offered, moving the plate towards him.

He shook his head. "No, it's fine. Big dinner tonight." He patted his stomach, which was long done with sending his meal to his intestines, but he could still remember the fullness, which had easily been making him very drowsy. "Stomach got kind of jostled on the ride home, so no more appetite, but I don't know what I expected from a dinner at Mami's."

"Aw, you went to Mami's without me?" Skylar asked, disappointed.

"She's my grandmother, Skylar."

"Oh, come on, you can share her."

Mason made a noise along the lines of surrender, as Skylar continued to cram the rest of their snack into their face with urgency. "You can come next time. I had to have eaten like twenty of those meatballs." He offered.

"Mmm.. Shut up, I'm supposed to be content now." Skylar said, but sounded less on edge and more placated than anything, putting the now empty plate on the table and reclining. They stretched out their wings, draping them around the back of the couch. Their stomach was relatively quiet now, the only sounds coming from it being the result of it working away on their snack. "I accept your apology, by the way. My stomach definitely does."

The two sat in silence, the only noise back to being faint city arguments off in the distance and the occasional digestive grumble of Skylar's sated stomach. "Mace?" They said to the darkness, a half-asleep acknowledgment hum coming from his direction. "You can come back if you want." They patted their lap. "I don't care about sleeping sitting up. You're warm."

"What, am I your personal heater?" He joked, but lowered himself back down anyways, using Skylar's lap as a pillow. Their stomach was more audible up close, and he could hear a constant stream of calmly digesting burbles, which was pretty relaxing. The sound of gas dislodging in their gut could be heard making its way up.

"Hm. Yeah, I guess so. Urp-" Skylar belched. The speed of their eating caused a lot of air to be swallowed, and they briefly pounded on their chest with their fist to dislodge another, louder belch, prompting a sigh of relief. "G'night, Mace." Skylar muttered, tilting their head.

"Night, Skylar." He responded, closing his eyes for the night in turn. The two fell asleep on the couch, with no care about how they would wake up with muscle soreness in the morning. They were just glad both of them were content and happy. For now.

#hunger #tummy noises #burping #Cherricharlie #from the mod: hey just to let you know :0 tumblr ate the formatting on this #I did my best to rearrange it in what seemed like an accurate way but #if I messed anything up [like which dialogue goes with which character] feel free to let me know

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I'm not coping because I literally have nothing to cope with

You think this is the biggest trump card when I know for a fact, and you probably do too, that they're not going to do shit 😂 if anything they're going to tell you off for a) insulting me constantly, trying to stir the pot by saying I deserved to be raped and other crazy shit, giving me reasons to want to keep winding you up including ableist slurs since I actually am autistic, if anything I could get YOU arrested for hate speech/discrimination against disabled people which is actually illegal but I'm not a whiny crybully like you so I won't try, (like good luck getting that "harassment" charge when you keep responding to me and engaging with me which implies a two-way dialogue lol), like they're just going to say "uh what did you expect if you keep insulting them and stirring the pot, obviously they're going to keep going?", b) running a literal RAPE PORN blog romanticizing rapists and abusers which is not only an extremely disgusting creepy basement-dweller genre but also a really fucked up one that will attract detractors such as myself who hate your content and the people who support it, like of course people are mad at you wtf did you expect, that's what the police are going to say to you whether you agree with it or think it's fair or not, because to normal regular people this is a highly degenerate and fucked-up thing to write about, c) not closing asks or deleting your little writing blog that is virtually inactive anyway and in no way essential to your life if you really wanted me to leave you alone that badly and didn't just thrive on the attention I brought to your blog and d) doing literally nothing to de-escalate the situation, only trying to escalate and take weak shots at me while pretending you're not bothered by me which only makes me laugh at how much I'm clearly bothering you. You've done literally everything wrong in the eyes of the police 😂

You're acting like you know anything about my life and saying "oh you must have spent Christmas all alone and have no family" when I have my whole family around me celebrating and we actually like each other unlike yours who you literally admit you don't get along with any of them and constantly whine about on this blog 😂 you called me fatherless and motherless when both my loving parents are literally one room away from me rn 😂 you're the one who's actually fatherless and who actually has a mom who literally hates you, to the point that you admit she's expressed she wouldn't really care if you unalived yourself. It's all projection with you. You started to say I was "malding" only after I said it. You called me a "lolcow" only after I called you one. Everything you say about me is literally only true of you. I know that because you post every detail of your life on here but you don't because you have no idea who I am and never will 😂 unless you take me up on that irl conversation ig. But I always laugh at those projections that don't even apply to me because I know my own life 😂 but you don't know anything about me and are just guessing, guessing wrong almost all of the time lol. I'm not guessing over here I'm pointing out things you literally admit to and show on here.

You're going to look so stupid to your followers when this police threat turns out to be total bs 😂 look at you creaming yourself over the idea that I might be scared of the police when you have no idea where I am, I literally told you which state I'm in because I'm so confident they're not going to come arrest me. I know you're only using this police thing as a threat in a weak attempt to scare me 😂you and I both know they're not going to do anything. Like cmon now. I'll give it to you that the FBI thing from July slightly spooked me at first but then when I realized how the police literally do not care about online beef in any way and won't go out of their way to investigate anything and obtain warrants/convince a bunch of reluctant companies to release information, let alone press any charges unless you already know my identity and can prove it, also I researched the laws and realized I haven't broken any at all in my state anyways. Like honestly the police are busy investigating real crimes 😂 they already have their hands full with actual drug dealers, murderers, shooters, terrorists etc why do you think you're so important that they would waste their scarce resources to investigate a CYBERBOOLY who you keep antagonizing back anyway when you could easily just delete your blog and move on with your life? The narcissism of it all lol

Do you guys see the literal novels this person writes while claiming not to cwre

I literallt had asks turned off for months, you're just so obsessed with me you literally kept coming back

Crying about your sob story means absolutely nothing when you are constantly gleefully messaging me that you're never going to be caught or punished and repeatedly creating dating profiles and fake blogs with my name and picture

Bro honey if you think normal people care about fictional stories written online more than you literally doxxing and harassing people you might as well walk around the street naked since you have that "I can be completely naked and nothing is my fault" mentality

At the end of the day you are continuously approaching multiple adults and harassing them. You can cry crybully all you want. I'm just sitting here while you bother me

If you're so successful and happy why do you feel the need to do this. Like literally, if you have so much more than me, if youee so much mpre successful than me, than why are you still acting like a cringey unhappy loaer

The cope is real. You're miserable and you're bored and you don't even know how VPNs work. You're pathetic and sad and fantasizing about other people liking you "that way" while running around kinkshaming

The cops aren't gonna care I write a fictional porn blog. They ARE gonna care about you sending an address of mine around. Because one of those things is actually a crime, and the other is something chronically online little girls whine about

Go write more paragraphs. I wonder how many literal actual hours to spend thinking about me, constantly thinking about me, fantasizing about me, wanting to know what my body looks like

I don't want to fuck you sweetie. You're mid.

#doxxingdrama

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