#yes i'm making a rare appearance just to talk about this

[existence-is-a-pain87]

Can you do a yan 1x with a reader (gender neutral) who is hated by the survivors (similar to 7n7) and they don’t understand why? I can see 1x taking advantage of this to manipulate reader

Congratulations Anon!!! You single-handedly made me create a new Yandere Forsaken AU with an all new MC! Think of this part as the intro to this AU (which I'm calling the Resentment AU), where we'll primarily focus on 1x. If ya wanna see more of this AU with other characters, send in a request!! (Yes I'll do my other requests it's just my brain kicked into overdrive for this one teehee)

I Resent Hatred

Yan!1x1x1x1 x Resentment!Reader

Warnings: Obsession and other general yandere behaviors, manipulation, violence, death/murder, implied NSFW, mentally unstable reader, blood, gore, strangulation, dark themes, swearing, MC gets into an abusive relationship at the end

Note: Technically everyone in this AU is yandere, but 1x is the one I'm focusing on primarily in this (so everyone else's yandere-ness is ignored). Also I never wrote verbal manipulation before so I hope it's good.

Oh also, I'd just like to add this MC is canonically female. Though ima mostly refrain from pronouns, I just wanna write mentally unstable women.

--☆☆☆☆☆--

You didn't know why you had no friends.

After all, you saw all the other Survivors grew close. How they cared and supported eachother in small groups. How they'd always have someone to reach out or help them with anything, and how no one was truly alone.

Except you.

You didn't understand it.

Was it because of your amnesia? How you recalled nothing about yourself or who you were? No... no, that wouldn't explain the looks of detest nearly each admin gave you.

Perhaps it was your appearance. But even as you changed your outfits and such to make you as adorable as possible. Pastel colors, 'kawaii' images, and bows or anything else you figured would be 'cute'... that wasn't it. It didn't stop certain folk like Noob looking terrified of the mere sight of you.

Maybe they didn't think you were helping out enough. But your ability in rounds let you auto-complete generators as long as it was only you working on it... maybe it was just at the lobby, then. So you did things. Taught yourself how to bake and cook to make the others snacks (rarely anyone took the snacks you offered). You taught yourself to sew to help fix up damaged clothes you found, since there was a limited number of them for each survivor (no one ever really wear what you fixed). And you tried talking to everyone too (they tended to ignore you)!!

But nothing worked.

The closest 'friends' you ever had were Chance and Two Time.

You thought 007n7 would want to be your friend (he seemed kinda isolated too), but he just asked you to leave him alone. So you did.

Chance was nice to everyone though. He reached out to you, and you two would talk and he taught you how to shuffle a deck and play things like Poker!!

But then he started to pull away, and eventually asked you to stay away from him. You didn't know why. But you saw him and Builderman talking before that... (why did Builderman seem to hate you the most out of everyone..?)

And Two Time? They were very receptive when you talked to them, and you thought you made a friend! But when you told them you didn't believe in the Spawn and didn't really take them trying to get you to believe in it... they sort of just stopped speaking to you.

So you had no friends. Didn't stop ya from trying though! Sure, no one seemed to like you all that much, but you saw the good in all of them! You'd help them out, do things for them, and- eventually- all of them would wanna be your friend and talk to you!

You just had to be helpful.

And then they'd stop resenting you!

...

They had to.

--☆☆☆--

1x realized something was... different about you in a round one day.

It was a simple line-up. Elliot, Noob, Taph, Builderman, Shedletsky, Guest 1337, and you.

They never paid much attention to you before. Sure, he killed you plenty of times before, but you were just some... average Survivor. Never made it to LMS with how you'd easily be caught and killed as you seemed to unfortunately get in the path of some Survivor she was going after.

But this round...

...

It was the first time 1x came across you first. So he tried to kill you.

And you escaped with complete ease... She didn't even realize you had a dash ability nor that you had a ranged stun attack.

Why didn't you use it before?

Use this... strength you had?

...

Though, the question on their mind that screamed and demanded an answer the most was...

Why did they recognize the pixels used for that canon that appeared on your arm?

...

You couldn't be...

So they seeked you out. They tried to slaughter anyone in their path, but his main focus was on you. She had some answers she'd pry out of you.

Though, when he did find you, you weren't alone.

Nah, you were with Shedletsky.

And the moment 1x tried to kill the guy, you literally tried to fling yourself in the way.

Oh... so that's why you always die so quickly...

They couldn't help but grin in amusement as they still killed Shedletsky, before grabbing ahold of you so you couldn't flee.

You kicked your legs as they lifted you above the ground, her neon red eyes sparkling and shining with malice.

"I never expected to see you again..." They mused, "And trying to play a matyr now, hm?"

"Who- are you-?" You gasped out, hands feebly trying to pry his own off your neck, gasping for breath as air seemed to escape your lungs far too quickly.

"..." Their gaze narrowed.

So you didn't remember...

"How... disappointing." They said.

Then she killed you with a snape of your neck.

But, of course, that was not the end of it.

--☆☆☆--

Your curiosity was sparked.

1x1x1x1... knew you? How?

Luckily for you, it wasn't long until you were in another round with 1x. And this time, you seeked them out.

"Hey!" You called out, and their head snapped to glare daggers at you as you approached. Of course, you were ready to shoot them and run at the sight of them trying to kill you, but still.

"You know me?" You asked, confused.

"..." They silently stared at you, unresponding.

But they don't attack you.

"Like- am I supposed to know you?" You questioned, "Because... you seem to know me..."

"Do you not remember what you've done?" They ask you suddenly.

"No." You immediately answer, "All I know is I'm... here."

1x1x1x1 is silent, before you think they smirk.

"How do you know me?" You ask, pointing your canon at them.

Their gaze remains locked on you as they stride closer, before they grow close enough to press their chest to your canon. Your arm shakes slightly, but you don't lower your canon.

"I was there to witness everything you destroyed." They tell you, their gravely voiced almost... excited. "All the damage you've done, how the admins desperately hid every bit of information about you and fix what you broke. I know you're exactly like me, a monster."

"I'm nothing like you," You told them, "I'm a survivor, and you're a killer."

"Do you know you're the reason why they made the Banlands? How it was meant to be your prison?" They ask you, "Did you never piece together it was them who deleted your memories, hoping you could never damage Roblox again?"

Your gaze narrowed as they stare at you.

"...do they appreciate what you do?"

"Huh..?" At 1x's words, you draw back. "What-?"

"Do they appreciate how you throw your life aside to save them in each round?" They ask you, "How you give them a chance to escape? How none of them ever try to go back for you? Hm... I don't think I've ever once seen you be healed by Elliot or shielded by Dusekkar. Do they even care about you?"

Any words of protest die on your tongue as the round ends.

You stand in your cabin, where you were before being teleported to the round, and kick at the ground, muttering under your breath.

"...they have to be lying to me." You tell yourself, "I- I'm sure they..."

...

But that seed of doubt has been planted in your mind.

--☆☆☆--

You decide to leave a note with the hoodie you sewn up for Builderman. It was something simple, just a note where you quickly expressed how you always were willing to help him out with anything you need.

Then you saw him the next morning in the main cabin.

You took a breath, ready to prove 1x wrong so you could tell them- the next time you saw them- you were appreciated for what you did!!

"Hi, Builderman!" You chirped out as you took a seat across from him at the table he sat at. He glanced at you momentarily, before looking back at his coffee.

You noticed he was wearing the hoodie you fixed up the other day.

"So... how's the hoodie?" You asked him, causing him to glance at you again. "Like- does it feel fine? Anything you wanna say about it..?"

You trail off, hoping he'd thank you for fixing it up.

"Stitches are too noticeable."

"..." You stay silent, surprised. You... you spent hours teaching yourself to make stitches so small they looked by a line only with your hands. And the thread you used was the one that matched the fabric of the hoodie the best. Anyone without a trained eye wouldn't even-

"Look, whad'dya want?" He asked you, already done with the conversation and seemingly annoyed at your presence.

"..." You hesitated, "I- I just want a 'thank you'..."

"Why?" He asked you, raising an eyebrow. "You've been fixin' up clothes while expecting nothin' for months now. Why do ya want somethin' now?"

...

You excuse yourself and leave.

...

Maybe 1x is... right.

--☆☆☆--

You...

They couldn't get you out of their head. And it was pissing them off.

You were some pathetic survivor now that cared too much about people who don't care if you're alive or not.

You weren't anything like the danger you once were.

You were weak. Pathetic. Useless.

So why did you stay in his head like a parasite? Why couldn't they stop thinking about you?

Stop... wanting you?

...

Why did you have to be so much like her? How they used to be?

It enraged them. But thinking of the neglect and abuse you faced...

That enraged them more.

...

You approached them like a lost dog in the next round with you.

"You were right." You croaked out, with your eyes stained red with your tears. "They don't..."

He hated the feeling of pity in his chest. It made her want to vomit.

"I told you."

"I know..." You weakly respond, "Why do they hate me..?"

That was a question not even he could answer.

...

"I was like you once." They tell you, approaching your miserable form. "I was innocent, hopeful, and wanted nothing more than the love of my creator. But my hopes were worth nothing."

She grasps your cheeks, staring into your eyes. "You have potential. You deserve more than what they give you."

"What do you-?"

"So leave them." He tells you, "I want you at the Killers Cabin."

You fall silent, confused and startled.

"...I hate you." They tell you, "But I hate everyone who's hurt you more. Cross the lake and you'll find our cabins. And there you won't go unappreciated. I promise."

You don't get to respond before the round ends.

All they do, though, is wait.

They know you'll be there soon enough.

--☆☆☆--

Even if you knew- no matter what you did- no one would care for you, you had no plans to go to 1x.

You had no plans to betray the survivors, even if they... hated you. For what? You didn't know.

But it didn't stop 1x. How in every round, they'd seek you out, beckoning you to join the Killers side and questioning why you tried desperately to stay on their side and earn their favor.

You asked why they did this.

They didn't answer.

Why did they chose you?

Because you had potential, they told you.

What did you do before Forsaken?

Something horrible not even they know.

Though, you were grateful how upfront 1x was in everything she hated about you. He did not hesitate in telling you every weakness you had, how pitiful and unskilled you were with your attacks, and how you were too forgiving, too weak, too soft.

But they were pleased when you told them you stopped doing favors for the survivors. Stopped trying to make them snacks, stopped trying to mend clothes for them, stopped... doing anything to help.

Even in rounds you ceased trying to sacrifice yourself or do generators. You'd just... stand in the corner. Maybe try to speak to the killers.

Much to your surprise, they'd occasionally talk to you too. Sometimes, throughout an entire round.

It felt nice having conversations with others. Sure, sometimes they'd kill you, but they were strangely more friendly as time went on.

More friendly than the Survivors...

...

And, of course, eventually you got caught in these conversations as the Survivors noticed something was up with how the Killers seemed to practically cease killing most of them.

It was a round with 1x, and you were just speaking with them about a sticker you made. They even let you put it on the inside of their crown, which was more than anyone else really let you do.

"...maybe, after this, I'll get my things together and go to the Killers cabins." You offer, as 1x let out a pleased hum.

Even if they said they hated you, they seemed to genuinely care.

Unlike others...

"[Name]! What are ya-" Builderman sputters out, eyes darting from you to 1x as his mouth is contorted into a grimace. "..."

"..." You opened your mouth slightly, as 1x tugged you back by the shoulder, away from Builderman, as she pointed a daemonshank at him.

"Why are you- with-" Builderman's eyes were wide, as he struggled to say anything at all.

1x lowered his sword, before his gaze turned to you. "Kill him."

You hesitate, as 1x continues. "He's the reason everyone hates you, is he not? Isn't he the one who spoke to the one friend you made before they turned away from you? He's the reason you're alone when you're with the Survivors. It's his fault."

...

"[Name]... what are you doin'?" Builderman asked, as you pulled out your cannon and pointed it at him.

You smiled sweetly. "Karma."

And then you blew his head off.

Blood splattered your form, 1x's form, and the area around you. His headless body stood still for a moment, before collapsing to the ground with a dull thud. The visible inside of his neck shook a bit, moving as if the memory of breathing was ingrained into the body, before it completely stilled.

1x gently squeezed your shoulder as choked laughs came out of your body, and you knew there was no turning back.

And you regretted nothing.

--☆☆☆--

"Fuck..." You breathlessly whispered, sprawled out on 1x's bed as the chains on your wrist dig slightly into your skin. God, it's just finished entirely and you're completely sore.

"Told you..." 1x muses, casually sharpening one of their daemonshanks as if you aren't desperately gasping for breath after everything that happened.

"Mmm..." You hum a bit, one of your hands ghosting over the slice the daemonshank left in your skin. "God, you're good."

"Glad that got through your thick skull." They told you, gaze turning to focus on you as you nestle your head into the pillow. "..."

All they can think about is how beautiful you are.

They hate how weak you make them. How vulnerable they feel around you.

If they had their way, they'd rip out the eyes of anyone who looked at you wrong. Break the limbs of everyone who tossed you aside and made you feel worthless.

You were his.

"...what are you?" She asked you, and you look at her with a wistful and content smile.

Finally, there was someone who cared about you. Someone who loved you and made you feel loved for who you are. They may not be the best at comforting you, and they scream and threaten you on occasion, but who was perfect?

"I'm yours."

1x smiled, finally feeling content for once. Even if for a mere second.

"Good."

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPxDC prompt: Danny is Chronos' first child.

Well, not his first child biologically, to be completely honest.

It just so happened that the Phantom very often helped/helps/will help Clockwork at different times and his presence next to the titan required an explanation.

And the opportunity to call Zeus a little brother is worth a lot, right? So when the Ancient came up with this idea Phantom did not resist just to have such a pleasant bonus from their cooperation.

However, in the time of the gods and heroes, such a solution was not a problem. But in modern times, when Phantom tries to attract as little attention as possible in order to graduate from university, such relatives are more likely to cause a lot of problems.

~~~~~

Wonder Woman: Uncle Danny?

Superman, who wanted to chase away a teenager serenely strolling through still smoking battlefield, turns to Wonder Woman, who is waving affably at excactly this guy.

Well, Fenton honestly happened to be in Fawcett City by accident, and it just so happened that by chance it was on this sunny and cloudless day that the villains decided to cause riots worthy of the attention of the founders of the Justice League.

Danny: Diana! My dear, it seems like we really haven't seen each other not for a long time! In what century was it? Ah, I honestly, I barely remember it... The speed at which children grow up defies the laws of time. I mean, look at you! Your mother must be so proud. How's Dad? Still not paying child support, arrogant bastard?

Wonder Woman: Oh, uncle, please. I'm all grown up now, don't worry about me.

Danny: Hm, well, let's get back to this question later. I didn't want to embarrass you in front of your friends. Anyway, would you like to introduce them, little princess?

Wonder Woman: Of course, meet Kal El, Batman, and Shazam. The rest of the guys have already returned to our base. Would you like to...

Danny: Ooh, you're talking about, um... What do you young people call it? The Justice League, right? During my youth, the heroes rarely united and mostly performed all the feats alone. It's good that you help each other, kids.

Danny flies up a little to pat Superman and Batman on the head.

Under the Diana's gaze full of hope that they will get along with her uncle, the men do not move.

In the background:

Red Hood and Robin who used to hang out with Danny near the Lazarus pits: *sounds of seagulls dying of laughter*

~~~~~

Flash: So you're Diana's uncle?

Danny: Yes, call me Danny.

Flash: Cool, cool...

Danny: What does the temperature have to do with it? Do you need ice? Let me make some for you.

Flash: No, it's like,um, I didn't know that Zeus has a younger brother with that name. So, it's good to know?

Danny: Hmm, thanks. Many people tell me that I look quite young, hah. But actually I'm his older brother, so...

Flash: Older? Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to disrespect.

Danny: No, it's all right. It's "cool". I rarely appear on the pages of your human myths and legends, I know it. After all this business about Chronos devours his own children, my father punished me for a long time. So, yeah...It's a funny story.

Flash: Punished for what? How?

Danny: Uh, sitting in a room at a time when there is no Internet or electricity is not fun at all. You see, I just didn't want a younger brother or sister because I was afraid that my parents would pay less attention to me. So, I made up this stupid prophecy and persuaded Gaea to tell it in order to remain the only child in the family. My father would never have thought that I would decide to kill him, that's why...Phah, it's just a bad family story. In 10 thousand years, we'll all laugh about it.

Flash: Yeah, that's... funny.

~~~~

Danny *is woken up by an emergency call from the League at three in the morning, although he fell asleep at two o'clock* (he gave his contact so as not to upset his niece): I knew this would happen! I knew it!

~~~~

Billy Batson *stands in his human form in front of the Justice League and doesn't know what to say*,*sweating nervous*.

Danny *enters the hall*: What's up, mortals, Diana and...Batman? My father said that there is something that I have to be here for. Oh! Well, at least someone in this family is also a shapeshifter. Have you decided to make a younger form so that your uncle doesn't feel lonely? What a good boy! Usually everyone is so afraid to seem like children, once they turn a couple of centuries old. Ah, youth~

Billy: Yeah, I decided to..experiment? and it seems I got stuck by accident.

Danny: It's okay, Uncle Danny will help you. Come on, let's go...

~~~~

Danny *teleports them to the Fawcett City*.

Billy: ....

Danny:

Billy: Hey, I'm still stuck!

A new portal opens and a man in a purple cape hands Billy a note. "Go to Constantine. P.S., my son always completes all assignments only by half, sorry." written on it.

Billy: Oh... OoOhHh!!!

~~~~

Meanwhile, Constantine, who is forced to do additional work: Son of a bi... beloved and respected Master of Time.

Danny: Yeap, that's me.

Constantine: Damn it. Couldn't you just let Batman adopt him like in other timelines?

Danny: And where's the fun in that?

[franticmelody]

I've been seeing a lot of misinformation about the Switch 2 on my dash today and I'm not going to comment about prices or my opinion or anything but I just feel like clarifying a few things so that people have all the CORRECT info to judge whether the console and games are worth buying to them.

1. Game Key Cards- Physical Games are Just Downloads Now!

Yes, Nintendo has announced Game Key Cards, functioning how all PS5 discs do- as a key to unlock a digital download. However I have seen many people claiming all physical games are like this- this is not the case. Only 2 games confirmed for Switch 2 are Key Cards so far: Street Fighter 6 and Bravely Default. So only select games will use this. Not only that, but this also appeared in some form on Switch 1 already- you could buy physical games that contained... Nothing. You'd open your case and find a digital code to download the game. This was most commonly used on large 3rd party games with huge download sizes, or free games with large paid DLC such as Fortnite. So, all in all, this is another form for a rarely used already existing precedent, currently only on 2 3rd party games.

2. You have to pay to use your Nintendo Switch Games on Switch 2

I can see where this has come from as the talk of backwards compatibility and Nintendo Switch 2 Edition games used a lot of terms about a lot of different things. But all in all, you can put any* switch 1 game in your switch 2 and just play it. For free. The paid content is for specific games that feature additional upgrades- whether it be BotW and TotK with making the game run much smoother with its frame rate, or games such as Kirby and the Forgotten Land adding completely new additional content. While every backwards compatible game will take advantage of the Switch 2's higher power, the paid Nintendo Switch 2 Edition games go back in and update the games to natively perform better, which just running a game on a system with higher resolution without changing the code wouldn't do. Also, you don't need to pay to play BotW on Switch 2 without the Switch 2 Edition upgrade, you can play it on Switch 2 without the added frame rate boost.

*Not every game will run on Switch 2, this is true! But they have released the list of what isn't compatible, and the only games fully incompatible are games like Labo, which rely on features of the switch 1 that are not present in Switch 2. And since you can still use the original joycons with switch 2, you can still play most of them! The literally only game you can't play is Labo Vr Kit, because the system itself is a different size and will not fit into the toycon kit.

Again, not saying my opinions about prices or these features or what they're charging for what- this isn't an opinion post!!!! Just clearing up some stuff I've seen on my dash.

[almostwisegalaxy]

HEADCANON ROMANCE

Geum Seong-je X GN!partner who isn't afraid of him but avoids him at first

"It's not love, nor is it hate. It's something else. Something between fire and nothingness. A flame that doesn't warm, that burns for no reason. That burns just because it wants to. Like him."- Geum Seong-je

..................................................................................

No one gets close to Geum Seong-je. Not twice.

He has this way of walking as if he's conquered every corner of hell and left his crown there. That smirk, the one born without warmth, crackling like broken glass in a leaden silence.

He's crazy, they think. Unstable. Cruel. He's not a boy. He's a storm whose eyes promise only ruin.

And yet, you, you've never been afraid.

You avoid him, yes. Not out of fear, but out of self-preservation. Not because you dread him, but because you know oceans destroy what they love. And Seong-je is an ocean that wants no shelters. It wants shipwrecks.

He noticed you.

Not as he notices others – with that mocking expression first, like a hungry animal playing with its prey before disemboweling it. No. He looked at you once and didn't laugh. He stared. For a long time. As if he'd never seen anyone exist without fear in front of him. As if you were a flaw in the code of his world.

Then you ignored him. And that, he didn't understand.

→ FIRST CONTACT

He doesn't need to speak for everyone to feel his presence. But with you, he speaks. Not to explain himself. Not to convince. Just to see if you tremble when he speaks low.

"What exactly are you playing at?"

You look at him. Don't answer.

"I'm talking to you."

His voice isn't soft. It's raw, split with arrogance and acid. You reply:

"I'm not listening to you."

He laughs. A short, almost shocked laugh. No one says things like that to him. And that snicker he lets out is far from happy. He thirsts. To understand. To dissect what you hide beneath your calm. Because there's no calm in his world. Just lies neatly tucked into bursts of violence.

He starts appearing in your line of sight. Everywhere. In the hallways. Near your locker. In front of your door. Not to talk to you. To spy on you. Like a predator who's seen something rare and doesn't understand why he can't make it flee.

→HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU STAY IN HIS HEAD.

Geum Seong-je isn't one to ruminate. He fights. He screws. He destroys.

But you, you remained.

→ FIRST BREAKTHROUGH

The day you come back with blood on your chin, his gaze tears into you. It's not compassion. It's rage. To see that someone touched you. Not him. Someone else.

You don't want to talk. He doesn't like that. So he clenches his teeth. Then follows you. All day. Like a silent warning to the whole world: "Don't touch what's mine." And yet, you're not his. You never were.

Not yet.

→ FIRST CONNECTION

You find him one evening, alone, gaze lost on a wall, knuckles still stained with blood. He has that empty expression, like a kid who no longer knows why he broke the toy.

He doesn't look at you. You sit down. In silence.

He says:

"I like nothing about people. I searched. I found nothing. It's hollow."

And you reply:

"Maybe that's because you're not looking in the right place."

And for a moment, just one, he doesn't laugh. He looks at you as if he's just felt an emotion for the first time. And it bothers him.

→ DIFFICULT BEGINNINGS

Geum Seong-je doesn't know how to be tender. He learned that tenderness doesn't survive. His love manifests as brutal protection, as the fierce glare he gives to those who approach you, as the heavy hand he places on your shoulder to guide you through the crowd, not to suffocate you, but to ensure he's watching over you.

He doesn't understand small gestures, cute texts, trivial gifts. But he remembers every word you say. He remembers you don't drink coffee in the morning. So he hands you a hot drink he bought without a word. This is his way of loving: silent, instinctive, visceral.

→ POSSESSIVENESS

He doesn't know how to love. He wants. He takes. He keeps. He crushes. Not out of malice, but out of reflex. Like an animal that doesn't know love is given, not devoured.

He sometimes destroys you without realizing it. Talks to you like throwing a glass against a wall, to hear the sound it makes. Then he comes back. Touches your cheek as if it might break.

You stay. Not because you excuse him. Because you see something else. The emptiness in his eyes after the anger. That fear he never shows, but that resonates in his silences.

→ WHEN HE TRULY FALLS IN LOVE

It's not a spectacular moment. It's a mundane scene: you're laughing while reading a book. He watches you. And suddenly, he realizes he'd kill for that sound. That if someone silenced your laugh, he'd lose everything. Not out of dependence, no. But because that laugh is proof that beauty still exists in his world.

That day, he takes your hand. Not out of habit. But because his doubts are weaker than his desire to keep you.

→ FIRST KISS

It's brutal. Nothing tender. He presses you against a wall, his hand in your hair, his mouth like a fierce slap. He devours you. Because he doesn't know how else to do it. Because he believes that's how you hold someone.

But you don't moan. You don't cry. You respond. With the same intensity. And that's when he understands you were never afraid.

→ THE AFTERMATH

He starts to change. Not quickly. Not smoothly. He still growls. He still hits. But he waits for you. He watches you sleep as if watching a comet pass in a sky he thought extinguished.

He starts to ask:

"Did you eat?"

And for him, that's a declaration of love.

→ CONFLICT

One day you leave, without warning. Not for long. Just a few hours. But for him, it's a betrayal. He destroys an entire room. Yells. Finds you. And he doesn't shout.

He looks at you and says:

"I can't survive if you put me out. You get it? I'm not made for solitude. I'm not made for calm. But you, you're here, and I'm not moving. You get it? You don't move. I'll destroy you if you move."

You place your hand on his chest. His heart pounds like a caged animal.

"Then don't make me a prison."

He recoils. He understands.

→ THEIR NIGHTS

He doesn't make love. He devours. Every night is an implosion. He takes you as if he's going to die. Because he doesn't know how to do things by halves. It's full of an almost painful desire, a need to prove to himself that you are real, that you both bleed the same way. He likes marks. He likes scratches. He likes leaving traces. Not to possess. To bear witness. As if your body is the only page he knows how to write on. Sometimes, when you're asleep, he runs his fingers over your skin silently. He looks at you like one looks at a treasure you're not supposed to touch.

It's there, in that silence, that he's in love.

→ THE TRUTH

He will never be simple. Never gentle. But he will be real. Every beat, every glance, every word is raw, pure, clumsy but sincere.

And you are the only person he has ever looked at without thinking of breaking.

Because for the first time in his life, he wants to keep. Not possess. Just... keep.

And that, for Geum Seong-je, is love.

→ HIM

Love, if you can call it that, with Geum Seong-je, is like a cigarette you smoke knowing it's killing you. It's a fire you caress because you've forgotten how to be cold. It's brutal, without promise. Without a safety net.

But he is there. Whole. Massive. True.

And you are the only place in the world where he feels almost human. Not cleansed. Not saved. Just... seen. In all his darkness. And accepted anyway.

"I don't want you to leave. I don't want... you to look at me like that again. Like I'm poison. I'm not poison. I'm... I don't know what I am. But when you touch me, I feel like I exist for something other than breaking things."

He struggles to sleep when you're not there. He won't admit it. He'll go to bed in jeans, light a cigarette, get annoyed at nothing. But he won't sleep. Because without your breath in the room, it's too quiet. Too empty. Too much like his own head.

He becomes possessive, of course. Maliciously jealous. He wants you all to himself, completely. He can't stand others around you. He watches you like an animal guarding its only water source. Because if you leave, there's nothing left. He knows it.

And he says it, one night, his voice broken between two sighs:

"I'll kill you if you leave me. I'm not kidding. I'll kill myself. Or both. I don't want... I don't want to go back to what I was. With you, I'm not healed, I'm not better. But I'm... I'm something else. And I like it. Damn, I like it."

→ HIS FLAW

He doesn't know how to say sorry. But he knows how to be silent.

When he's messed up, he doesn't come with flowers. He doesn't come as a hero. He sits down. He waits. He looks at you like one looks at a sentence.

He listens to you. He clenches his teeth. And he promises, eyes damp, that he will try. Not to be perfect. Just not to lose you again.

And when you open your arms to him, he cries silently. Because you've just done what no one has ever done for him: taught him that violence is not an inevitability.

He has sleepless nights. You are there.

He doesn't wake you. He gets up, squats in the kitchen, smoking in silence.

You slip behind him. You rest your chin on his shoulder. You don't speak. You stay. He never asked for this. But he doesn't tell you, because he's afraid that if the words come out, you'll disappear with them.

So he drags on his cigarette, and blows smoke into the night. And you hold him. Each time a little longer.

→ THE FEAR OF LOVE

He loves you, but he's afraid of it. Because if anyone discovers he loves you, you become a weakness. And if he loses you, he loses the only thing still tethering him to the human he once was.

So sometimes, he pushes you away. Not because he doesn't care. But because he thinks your love is undeserved. He tells himself you'll eventually leave, like the others. That you'll see his violence-stained hands, his haunted gaze, and you'll flee.

But you stay. You hold his hand when he clenches his fists. You call him gently when he drifts too far into his anger. And slowly, he begins to believe that maybe, just maybe, he has the right to love.

→ THE SMALL VICTORIES

He once told you, "I didn't fight today."

You kissed him as if he'd just won a world.

He said, "Thank you." You looked at him with a smile. "For what?"

"For not looking at me like everyone else."

→ THE FUTURE HE DARED NOT DREAM OF

One evening, in his bed, he asked you: "Do you think someone like me can have a tomorrow with someone like you?"

You replied: "You already have a today. And that's already a hell of an achievement."

He kissed you like one clings to life.

And for the first time, he smiled gently. "We'll see tomorrow, then."

→ OTHERS

When you touch him, he doesn't move. He observes. He analyzes. But when you look at him with something other than desire, he panics. He closes off. You've learned to love him in the cracks, in moments stolen between storms. He doesn't know how to be smooth. He doesn't know how to be gentle. But he's there. And sometimes, that's more than enough.

You often find him in places where he has no business being. On a rooftop. In an empty hallway. In a deserted gym. And each time he sees you, he smiles, but not with happiness. With chaos. As if your appearance were a new variable to destroy. And yet, he never pushes you away.

He has that nervous, almost cruel laugh when you do something silly or tender. He treats you as if he barely tolerates you, but he always leans in when you speak. He pretends not to care, but he remembers every word. He never tells you goodnight, but he stays awake until you fall asleep.

And in the darkest moments, when you doubt everything, it's him who appears. Not with words, but with a presence. A hand on your thigh. A fixed gaze. He promises nothing. He doesn't reassure. He just shows you he's there, and for now, that's enough.

............................* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊

CONCLUSION –

LOVE ACCORDING TO GEUM SEONG-JE

It wasn't soft, not easy, not Hollywood.

But it was real. Burning. Raw. At the edge of the heart.

Geum Seong-je loved like he fought: without backing down, without a plan. But when he loved you, he did it without fleeing. With all the chaos he was.

And in a world that had always seen him as a threat, he had found, with you, the right to be fragile. To be loved.

To be a human, not a storm.

And that, for him, was more than love. It was redemption.

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Yazzzzzzzzeee

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[lvl109]

summary.ᐟ when they realize they love you. caleb, zayne, & sylus. established relationship.

tee says.ᐟ this is more notes? than actual fic, more so things i've noticed (that may seem obvious lmfao, bear with me i'm new here.) i was thinking about how they'd fall in love with someone who doesn't have shared trauma with them.

as a caretaker at heart, caleb’s love comes in the form of being as useful as he can be—from carrying your bags when the two of you go shopping to being a barrier between a hard surface so you don't hit your head to making sure your hand never touches a handle. chivalrous at best and a bit overprotective at worst, all he wants is for his partner to rely on him.

so i think he appreciates the little things a lot more than the average person would. flowers that appear on his desk ‘just because’, kneading the tension from a long day at work out of his sore shoulders, or just simply holding him when he needs it but can't bring himself to be ‘a burden’. would come to seek it out even, once comfortable enough. acts of devotion he doesn't come to expect, talk less of deserving.

caleb loves very openly without expecting much in return. so when you not only reciprocate his feelings but add gestures of gratitude and affection no matter the size, i think he'd take care to preserve the feeling it brings him and mull over it carefully. even if he keeps telling you that you don't need to 'prove your love' to him. he’d allow himself to relax in your arms a little bit. knowing he has someone to come back to might make him seem a little soft to the ones bold enough to even regard him as such, but it fuels his determination in all aspects of his life tenfold.

having a reason to put himself through everything he does. as long as he has a reason to continue on. and as someone who believes having the reason is all he's afforded, having his affections returned is everything to him.

˖ ࣪ ୨୧

to be high in demand as a vital member of society means zayne rarely has any time outside of long grueling shifts, equally as long meetings and conferences, traveling to give aid, and squeezing in even a few minutes of shut eye. there are times where it feels like he's been awake for three days straight, bone tired but pushing through because he's needed. there are people who rely on him and look to him for support.

not that you don't need him, and not that he doesn't love his profession either, but with you he's come to realize he's allowed to let his shoulders drop and let himself be taken care of, even if it takes him a while to relinquish that kind of control. he knows he can be vulnerable in front of you and the weight of his worries and fears aren't just for his already burdened shoulders bear alone.

i think zayne would realize he loves you very quietly. a quiet realization that dawns on him not with a bang, but in a slow moment of clarity. you bring peace to a hectic routine. peace he cradles to his chest with tender hands. a respite comfortable with the human being behind the renowned surgeon.

(that and enabling his poorly hidden sweet tooth, but more on that another time.)

˖ ࣪ ୨୧

there aren't many people that would talk back to sylus upon seeing him and the way he holds himself. lazy grin, the confident set of his shoulders, his impeccable style, the cadence of which he talks—the list goes on forever. most people would be scared to challenge someone so sure of themselves yet can't help but be drawn in by his mysterious and alluring presence.

he commands attention at will, filling the room as soon as he walks in. so when you talk to him like he's just another human being, it intrigues him. 

not rude, but unwilling to back down. your banter is charged with wit and sass and he enjoys it so much to the point of deliberately riling you up just to bask in the full front of your responses. he loves it. he loves… you.

the way your expression shifts when you're about to tell him off, yes, but also the way you study him closely as if trying to peer past the several fronts put up. the way your relationship shifts from charged responses to care that lingers long after you've parted ways. i think he'd start to seek you out beyond that kind of thing, inquiring about bits and pieces of your life that you're willing to share, and in turn, giving pieces of himself to you. wanting to know more about the person who'd chosen to look at him and really see him when others haven't.

[pinkmom3]

Part 2

  On February 15th, 2022 I was digging through the dirty clothes hamper looking for my panties from the night before. Hubby and I had gone out for Valentine's Day and I had performed my obligatory sexual duty. The panties I was looking for are special, high end, lingerie style and are only to be hand washed, or gentle cycle washed, so they needed to be separated from the rest. However, try as I might, I could not locate them even though I could find the rest of my outfit and my bra. Frustrated, I went on with my day. I skipped my workout because I was just not feeling the need to sweat. When I skip the gym and stay home, I try to achieve something even if its just a small win, so I tidied up the laundry room, kitchen, and I gathered laundry from all the bedrooms, including  Adam's.  He usually does his own laundry,  being 15 almost 16 years old, but sometimes its nice to have it done for you...not that anyone does mine for me. While collecting Adam's dirty clothes, I located my missing panties and they were wet, almost sticky. I think Mr man had cum in my panties!!

Now I really needed to clean them, but with our ongoing game of 'can I make Adam erect and embarrassed', I didnt want to shame him so I decided to give him the pair I had been wearing all morning,  which I tucked under his pillow.

The next morning at breakfast he was quiet and rarely looked at me, I think he was somewhat embarrassed about the panties.

As luck would have it, hubby was flying out that Thursday morning to return Saturday afternoon. So I waited for Wednesday to pass and hubby to leave after breakfast on Thursday.  I can be very patient when playing the long game. All is routine when Adam gets home from school, homework, dinner, shower, and video games. As I walk past his room, early in the night, on the way to my room, I stop, knock, and enter the room to find him sitting up in bed with his tablet quickly adjusting his blankets.

"Honey, I hope I'm not disturbing you, but i wanted to talk real quick."

"Ok." My son, a man of few words.

His iPad is turned facedown on the bed.

"I wanted to know if you found what I left under your pillow?"

A red tinge to his cheeks, "Yes, ma'am. I found them."

"Good!! I dont need to know what you're doing with them."

"Mom!"

"Ok, do you want me to continue putting them there?"

Big blush, "Yes, ma'am. Please."

"Done. Anything for you. Ok I'll let you get back to whatever you were doing. Don't be up too late. What were you doing?"

"Mom, nothing!"

"Ok, ok I'll see you in the morning."

And with that I left his room leaving him to his own devices.

The next morning was textbook routine. I cooked, he ate saying little. I asked if he was having a friend over for the weekend, which is not uncommon when hubby is away. Adam said, "Yes, Tim at least maybe Kevin too."

"Ok, we'll order pizzas."

Afterwards he went to school and I went for a jog before the cleaning crew arrived.

After my jog I showered and changed clothes, to my soft pink sweat pants and top. Then I took my sweaty panties to Adam's room to place beneath his pillow, I did not try to find my other pair believing they would appear in the laundry at some point.

[itsrlymine]

heyy gurll it’s 🫶🏾🖤 and on 02/26 it was my birthdayyyy!! and i just wanted to give you a list of what i manifesteddd and l started deciding and persisting my ‘desires’ 2-3 days before my bday so i got all of it on the day of.

-a whole appearance change from head to toe

-my dream lifeee

-some qualities and talents i wanted to have

-the ppl who hurted nd wished bad upon me finally get their karma 

-my mom becoming very lenient, chill and fun

-having straight A’s in all of my classes even if i don’t turn in work.

-getting all A’s on every test and quiz i take even the ones i did in the past.

-hella desired clothes, shoes, jewelry and accessories 

-my ex from 2 years ago wanting me back and starting to text me again  (but come to find out this dude has a whole ass gf and i’m thinking about deciding me and him don’t talk cus it feels wrong 😭)

-knowing how to cook, bake, draw, crochet, and do hair really good.

-“illogical” things 

-high ass spice and pain tolerance

-my lipgloss and aquaphor lasting for 12 hours straight without me having to reapply lipgloss or put some aquaphor on my face every 5 minutes 😭

-always having my manifestations pop up in the 3d in the blink of an eye.

-skincare and makeup (lashes and highlighter) products 

-and many moreee

so what i did was just make a whole ass script about the things i wanted to manifest and just put them as like i actually have it instead of me wanting it, cus i already have it duh.

then i would affirm:

“i am so happy i have my dream lifee and all of my desires from my “season 1 list” (that’s what i titled the list)

“the 3d instantly conforms to all of my ‘desires’”

and every time i thought of something on the list i just say those and start persisting a lil so i can remind myself i got everything i ever wanted. but i would rarely think of the list so i barely said it and i would already act like i have my ‘dream’ life and all of my ‘desires’. so it would rarely cross my mind. and did i have some negative thoughts? yeah i did. did i just let them pass by and/ or tell them to stfu? yes tf i did cus who you think you is coming up in my head and talking bout sum “nah this shi fake, you wasting your time” like stfu with that shit, i said what i fucking said and i said “i have all of my ‘desires’ and i have my ‘dream life’” and that’s fucking final and just went on about my day!!

oh yeaaa i’m also manifesting that you’ll get a shit load of followers and likes on all your post and that your account becomes really huge!! cus your very very helpful and sweet!!!! i love youuu soooooo muchhhh!!!!! 💝💝💝💝🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

-🫶🏾🖤

omg hello 🫶🏾🖤 babe!!! happy belated birthday holy this was buried deep omg sorry. i love all these successes like we can really have what we want just by standing firm on it. that's it literally. don't accept anything other than what you want and boom you have it now. NO EXACTLY LIKE STFU I HAVE MY SHIII OMG not you manifesting success for my page babe that so sweet and it's been going up so you deffo manifested that. i love you so much and i'm so happy that you put your foot down bc this is your world for a reason!!!

[heyimkana]

I HAVE COME UP WITH AN ASK!

Ahem- so husband jin-woo and reader goes out on a date (before they have any kids). Reader loves cats so whenever she sees a cat, she runs after it and coos at it.

At some point, jin-woo would say "I'm not scared of her cheating on me, I'm worried about her running after a cat and never coming back home again" (cause reader sucks at directions- totally not talking bout myself who got lost multiple times)

WAIT JULIET THAT'S SO CUTE AAAA LISTEN I HAVE A SCENE

okay another drabble for Husband Jinwoo from Pillow Talk

So, this happened a while back when you were still engaged, like maybe a few months before you got married. Jinwoo took you to Japan for a nice little unplanned trip. It was at the beginning of spring, the sakura trees were blooming, and sure, they had those in Korea too but they just hit differently in Japan.

You enjoyed the scenery together, walking down a street lined with sakura trees. Jinwoo walked a couple of steps behind you just so he could revel in the sight of you looking so gorgeous with your hair swaying in the wind and cherry blossom petals fluttering around you. Whenever you turned around to toss a smile over your shoulder, he felt like he was falling for you all over again. He took a few secret pictures of you without you knowing and he used it as his wallpaper whenever he was away on a long mission (he's embarrassing).

Anyway, that day, as the two of you strolled down this beautiful road, Jinwoo spotted a food stall that sold your favorite dessert. He wanted to make it a surprise so he told you to sit on a bench and wait for him as he went to buy you some. You nodded and watched him leave.

You got distracted, however, when a black cat appeared before you. Instead of having yellow eyes, this one had blue eyes and it was so rare and it looked so pretty, you couldn't help but follow it with your gaze. You thought the cat looked like Jinwoo in a way, especially the way it just stared at you, kind of coldly at first, but then it circled your leg, rubbing its fur on your skin, purring. Yes, it was definitely the cat version of him.

You wanted to pet it and held onto it until Jinwoo returned so you could show it to him. And at first, the cat curled up on your lap but after hearing something, its ears perked up curiously and it jumped off your thighs. You followed it before you realized what you were doing. You thought you wouldn't stray too far.

As the cat began to walk faster with its little feet, you started to pick up the pace too. "Hey, wait!" The cat wasn't stopping. If anything, it ran faster, taking turns here and there and by the time you looked back, you realized you had no idea how to return to the street you were in before. You got separated from him all because you were busy chasing down a cat. Again.

To your horror, that damn cat was about to cross a road filled with passing cars. Without thinking, you reached out to stop it, managing to scoop it up in your arms but you lost your balance while doing so and you toppled forward. You were about to land face-first on the ground. A passing car was about to hit you, and with how fast it was going, it could've been fatal if you weren't suddenly pulled back by two strong hands.

The next time you blinked your eyes open, you were back in Jinwoo's embrace. Half of his body was still enveloped by these familiar misty black tendrils, meaning that he just used shadow exchange to swap position with the shadow he placed on you to save you just in time.

"J-Jinwoo—" Your heart was racing. You wanted to apologize for running off without telling him, but he wasn't looking down at you. He kept his gaze on the car that almost ran you over before. It had stopped abruptly because of you and the driver stepped out, cussing at you furiously in a language you didn't understand. You could tell what his message was, though. He was definitely calling you an idiot.

The man stopped, however, when he saw the way Jinwoo was looking at him. Your fiancee didn't say anything, didn't move a muscle, but he managed to drain all colors from the man's face by his presence alone. The driver bowed his head in apology several times before he ran back to his car and drove away.

Only then did Jinwoo finally look at you, his gaze heavy on your face and he was silent.

You swallowed. Jinwoo rarely got angry. If anything, he'd never gotten angry with you before, not like this. Even the black cat was beginning to whimper softly in your arms, terrified of him. It jumped away from your hold once more, but this time, you let it go.

"I'm... I'm sorry, Jin—"

"Don't be sorry if you're just going to repeat it again. I don't want your apology. I want you to be better."

It struck you how cold he sounded and needless to say, it ruined all the pleasant, romantic atmosphere that shrouded you before. Jinwoo stood tall, towering above you, watching you lose your words with anger, disappointment, and relief all swirling into one in his eyes. Without saying another line, he handed you a box of the dessert he just bought—a couple of slices of your favorite cheesecake, topped with whipped cream—and he wrapped his fingers around your wrist, dragging you back to the hotel.

Jinwoo was quiet, and the silence between you was deafening. He didn't mean to give you a silent treatment, it was just... He was trying to calm himself down first before he said anything, not wanting to hurt you with his tone or the words he didn't mean to say. He stood under the warm shower mulling to himself, thinking how easily he could've lost you back then if he had been a second too late.

When you saw him walking out of the bathroom dressed in jeans and a black shirt, ready to get dinner with you, you couldn't bear it any longer. With an uneasy heart, you hugged him from behind, your arms winding around his waist. "I'm sorry... I was an idiot. Please don't be mad at me, I can't stand it."

Honestly, he was the same, but how many times had it happened already? Why wouldn't you learn your lesson? He didn't turn around to face you just yet, but he caressed your hand. "You can't keep doing this to me, Angel. Do you know how worried I was when I returned to the bench and I didn't see you there? Thank God, I put a shadow on you but what if I didn't?"

"I'm sorry..."

"You could've been killed."

"I know." Your voice grew quieter and quieter, heavy with guilt.

Jinwoo sighed, finally turning around to face you. He gathered your face in his hands, his thumb stroking your cheek, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't lose you, all right? I don't know what I'd do without you."

You softly smiled, angling your face slightly to press a soothing kiss on his palm. "I don't know what I'd do without you, too. So don't give me the cold shoulder, okay? I'm gonna cry if you keep doing it."

He rolls his eyes at your pouty lips despite enjoying your cute act. "Maybe you should. I'm still angry, you know. Seeing you cry will probably melt my heart a little." His lips curve into a smirk, his fingers slightly pinching your cheek. "You look the prettiest when you're like that, after all."

"I'm starting to think you're a bit of a sadist."

"Never said I wasn't." As his smirk widened, Jinwoo hauled your body over his shoulder, stealing a yelp out of you. He tossed you down to the bed, spreading your legs and settling himself in between. "You know what men like me do to a disobedient little girl like you?" he asked as he pulled his black shirt over his head, the muscles in his abdomen rippled with his movement.

You gulped, your body tensing as you felt his hand pushing up your dress, his mouth placed hot and wet on every inch of skin he exposed. "W-we get... punished?"

"Usually, yes," he said, his voice so pleasantly deep and husky by the time he reached your ear. "You've been very naughty today but I still feel like treating my princess tonight. We're on a vacation right now, aren't we? We should make the best of it while it lasts." He licked a stripe up your neck, tasting your skin. "I was planning to take you out to a nice dinner, but..." He stopped, glancing at the nightstand.

You followed his gaze, your eyes landing on a plate filled with the cheesecake he'd bought you before. It was still fresh and untouched as you didn't feel like eating it before, not with the mood you were in back then. You returned your gaze to him, seeing him smile down at you, mischief shimmering in his eyes.

He reached out, coating his two fingers thickly with whipped cream. "How about we start with some dessert, Sweetheart?" Jinwoo asked as he smeared the cream over your lips. Your eyes widened, your breath caught in your throat as he leaned down and swiped his tongue across your lips. His kiss, the slow, delicate glide of his tongue, his low, soft moan, everything was so sensual, it caused your stomach to somersault in response.

He pulled away, his tongue running over his own bottom lip as he relished the aftertaste. His gaze was still fixated on your mouth, hazy with lust. There was a gleam in his eyes, one that said he'd be proud if you obeyed his command.

He scooped another bit of cream, his voice turning more dominant and possessive when he said—

[mimipolo]

Hey I have a request

Some Nam-gyu x reader where he developed a crush and sneaks of to talk to you at random times even tho you vote opposite of him he can overlook that however when he’s with thanos he’s mean and insults you which shocks and upsets you will you forgive him?

Nam-gyu x reader

I had so much fun writing this ngl, I hope I did the idea justice <33

Sorry Se-mi it's for plot

You had met Nam-gyu and Thanos after the first vote. At the time you felt a small sense of determination that you could make it through the games, get a higher prize and pay off all your debts in one go.

They had praised you excitedly, Thanos slinging an arm around you and going on about how they'd both protect you. You had trusted them for the most part, yes they were both a bit sketchy but they had a prescence among the players so it'd be easier to follow them. You had mixed feelings about the duo, one was always hyper and loved to mess with you and the other had a serious staring problem and a stupid smirk.

At the moment it didn't matter how you felt about them, you needed to get out of here. And now. You had barely survived the last game, knees grazed from when you fell and quickly scrambled to your feet. You wince at the pain as you curl in on yourself and rub your thumb over your bloodied hands. You were desperate for a sense of comfort or solidarity which at the moment only you could provide for yourself.

You were startled to see a head of black hair come out of nowhere from the ladder to your bed, angled eyes meeting yours hazily. Nam-gyu, a rare visitor. You're still startled by his sudden appearance, clutching your chest slightly as your eyes widen in surprise.

"Nam-gyu? What are you-"

"I'm coming up."

You don't get the choice to protest against it, he's already hauling himself up to get on your bunk, sitting cross legged in front of you. For a moment you're genuinely confused to why he's here, your bunk was fairly high off the ground and from how he was earlier you didn't expect him to be capable of climbing. Guess he sobered up. He's sighing softly as he links his fingers together, gazing at you as if in deep thought.

"You're gonna vote "X" next right?" He lifts his head up to see your reaction, clenching his linked fingers when he sees your lips purse as you look away from him. That was enough of an answer.

You personally are terrified, you had never been particularly close with the man and you were tense as to why he decided to make the trek up to your bed to ask you such a question. What's he going to do? Is he angry? Noticing the small shift in your body language he stops spacing out and runs a hand over his face. This sucks, honestly. The small infatuation based of pure curiousity he had for you had developed into a genuine crush he couldn't shake off. You intrigued him to no end and he was just working up to talking to you more.

So why'd this have to happen?

He's not that upset you want to leave, as much as he preached about how everyone should "Play one more game!", He understood the main basis of wanting to leave was the simple passion to live. A passion that'd he'd lost touch with after he lost everything he had. But you were in a similar situation, yet despite that you always seemed slightly hopeful things would work in your favour, and when they didn't you kept a level head. A rationality he wished he also had. You were smart, attractive and worst of all reasonable. Which is why you wanted to leave.

He's still staring at you but you feel less creeped out, you feel more worried. The usual carefree demeanor he had seemed to be crumbling right before you, he almost looked more tense than you.

There was a reason why he had come here, he didn't want to ask in front of Thanos. With him he'd be obligated to maintain this facade of now hating your entire being, but that wasn't the case, in fact it was very far from it. He wanted you like nothing else, selfishly. He could only hope you read him openly from the small amount of vulnerability he'd give you, something you were good at.

"Choose "x", I don't really care."

"Oh."

You are honestly pleasantly surprised by his words, your anxiety lowering massively. With the tensity gone you could see he looked...worried for you? You weren't totally sure but he laughs bitterly, pulling his signature move of pushing his hair behind his ears.

"Just know that, I'll vote to stay. So I'll still be sticking with Thanos."

You looked at him confused, and honestly he was too. There was no need to share all this information with you but he couldn't help it, he wanted to be open with you, show you how he is when you could be alone together.

You jolt slightly when he lightly takes one of the hands you're holding onto and taking them in his own. Streaks of blood crumbling away when he rubbed it away with careful thumbs, you could only watch him silently, admiring his oddly considerate actions. Even if the tint of blood still stained your palms. What's with all this special treatment, did he like you or something?

Before you could question him about what had just happened between you two he's sighing deeply and rubbing his hands together, ready to climb off your bunk.

"I'll try look out for you when I can."

And with that he's gone, you're left to sit with your thoughts and overthink how sweet he was to you just now. He was never like that before. Before you realised it a small smile was on your lips as you savoured the cold, brief moment of his touch still on your hand.

Though the next moment left you quite confused, it was time to vote. Everyone was still conflicted but you had made your choice and had a silent comradery with Nam-gyu. It gave you the bit off confidence to press the "x" button, some cheered while others groaned as you quickly switched your blue patch for its opposing side.

You could hear the familiar deep voice of Thanos going "What the hell man, we agreed one more game??" the direct confrontation made you physically tense as you made your way to side of potential exit. Nam-gyu didn't say a word, didn't even look at you either. Strange, you thought but you mostly brushed it off.

What the hell [Name], we agreed to keep playing, ya just switching on us all of a sudden?"

Thanos' voice echoed in your ears as he had you cornered near your bunk, you glance to Nam-gyu for some sort of support, even if it was just telling his friend to relax but you were quickly disappointed.

"Tch, did you really expect them to stay, I saw 'em practically trembling after the last round."

You felt your heart aches at his words, your expression immediately dimming as you stared at him confused. But unluckily for you he had mastered his poker face to the last detail. If he felt any guilt for what he said you wouldn't know, it was all behind that senile smirk now.

"Kehaha, nah you're right. All those loud sounds scare ya already?"

"Poor thing."

Thanos pushes you back accusingly, forcing your back to meet the unforgiving metal bars of the bunks, just as suddenly he's in your personal space, grabbing the red velcro badge on your chest roughly as he shook you. His eyes dilated widely as he threatened you with crazed, wild eyes.

"You're lucky this is there's a revote, switch this "x" to an "o" or I'll never let you live it down, got it?"

He laughs when you stagger back when he lets you go, Nam-gyu joining in with own mocking chuckle, it hurt you in a way it wouldn't have before. What was all that about earlier then, was it just a lie? But why, he didn't get anything out of it.

And again you're left alone to deal with your own self destructive thoughts, you just wanted to leave this place, it felt like you were suffocating within its walls.

Things ended up more violent than he had expected, he's panting as he rips the fork from the man's neck for the last time. How he felt? Great. It was like some great awakening as he stumbled up to his feet. It's only then he takes the time to digest the fact Thanos is dead, what a sad way to go hm?But also equally as pathetic. He wanted to laugh but he wanted to shout in frustration too. He does neither, looking down at his unpredictable partner in crime now laying on the floor covered in grime and blood. It's when he starts to feel the growing ache in his chest that the guards finally barge in to stop the fighting, forcing them all out the crime scene.

You're on your bunk, cuddled up to yourself as usual when you spot him, bloodied and worn along with other men. Your heart sinks as you take in the situation, watching as they shouted and cursed impurities from both sides. You had switched sides of sleeping arrangements due to the votes, so now you were able to get a slightly lower bunk bed. He shouldn't know where you were and yet his eyes snapped to you, for a moment they crumble slightly, a sliver of the worry he had coming out just for a moment. And then he's walking off, not looking back once.

It's lights out and you were terrified, you had finally found out what had happened in the men's bathroom and you knew it could lead to nothing good. Everywhere you thought to hide felt dangerous and you had no one to rely on, no one to truly trust.

He's shaking, his hands trembling as he sits perched on Thanos' bed, in memory of the annoying guy. He's feeling conflicted, he couldn't tell if he had cared for him or not, all he knew the indifference he felt for others wasn't the same with colourful haired man. He pops two pills in his mouth, brushing his knuckles against his lips as if the action were sacred. Soon thoughts drifted back to you. How were you holding up? Did you have anyone there to protect you? A sick part of him hoped not, he wanted to be the only one to look out for you, the only one you'd think to turn to.

He feels amazing, never felt so resolute in the entirety of the games than when he killed. Hissing in satisfaction as he struck the deadly cutlery into Se-mi's neck for what felt the 100th time. Wiping the blood of his face with the back of his hand when he feels a prescence behind him. He doesn't bother taking back his weapon as he gets up from his crouched position to turn towards the figure.

It's you.

You look absolutely terrified, your upper body was uptight and you could've gotten away with looking less afraid if it wasn't for how your legs trembled ever so slightly. You're fighting with yourself and you finally will your body to run but he's quick, yanking you back by your arm and holding you against him possessively. His breathing is hard and his bloody hands are firm against your back.

Heavy breaths fill your ears as he looks at you with wide shaken eyes, he'd been looking for you, even on this killing spree.

"You asshole, what are you doing are you crazy??"

"Heh- huh, yeah I feel like it a little..." the small chuckle he lets out feels distant from his true feelings and he wished you'd tell him why he's like this.

"You lied, you said you'd look out for me, prick." You want your words to be firm but the fear of everything around you was still so intense, it shook your words and made your throat tight.

"I know, I know alright. I said when I 'can' Thanos would've made things worse for both of us if I said something..."

"But he's not here anymore... I'll watch out for you, for real this time, promise."

Even in his drugged state you could tell these were his thoughts the whole time, and his visit to your bed made slightly more sense, he just wanted you to know he didn't actually hate you. What a weird guy, why not just come out and say what the game plan was? You wanted to ask him all these things, shout and push at him until you got all your frustration out.

But you're drained, there's still the far away screams of new victims being made and you couldn't tell what was side was losing.

But he's shushing you quietly, when you weren't even crying, but now it triggered you to. Hot silent tears running down your face as he huddled you into a corner and made you sit against the wall behind a fallen mattress. Grabbing your face and pressing his forehead to yours as he whispered softly.

"Nothings happening to us, we're getting that stupid cash prize and leaving this shitty place."

And then he's off again, you don't know where, but you'll stay here quietly and hope for his quick return.

[existence-is-a-pain87]

Sorry yall, I hate literally everything I write and I have several drafts I need to finish, but I'm just going to try and put this out.

Edit: This took me way longer to make than I expected, damn. Oh well.

Mb team, mb.

Oh also, information about all the self-aware AUs I make for Roblox games: They all take place in the same AU.

Yeah, all the Roblox games in this AU are self-aware and yandere.

There is no freedom, mwehehe!!

Your Soul Forsaken

Yandere!Self-Aware!Forsaken x Reader

Warnings: Obsession and other general yandere behaviors

Note: Yes I'll take requests for this and yes I'll write more Dandy's World stuff. There's no need to ask me over and over again. (No offense I'm just silly)

--☆☆☆☆☆--

Even with the voice chat and players being able to talk to eachother through there, they still didn't hear what the players said.

It was muffled, quiet. Like they were underwater.

But you? Even when you didn't have voice chat on?

They heard you.

They heard you clear as day.

It was strange. Especially with how you just... kept talking.

As if you knew they could hear you.

But you didn't think they could, that much was clear. It didn't stop you though.

It also didn't stop them from acting as if you knew they were sentient.

--☆☆☆--

They heard you the moment you started playing Forsaken.

All of them had differing opinions on you. Most were skeptical of you, though all were interested in you.

Especially with the things you did.

When you started playing, you were already instantly surprisingly good at the game despite having no idea what any of Noob's abilities were. You were just really good at... well... the survivor gameplay.

Excluding stamina management. You weren't the best at that, especially when you were being chased.

Sure, you died sometimes, but usually because you were dealing with more experienced people. Or you just got jumped and couldn't run in time.

However, you sucked playing as a killer, and thus rarely played as a killer.

Luckily for you, most of the killers didn't care much at first. Most didn't care much at first. They didn't think much of you.

But a few of them certainly did.

Especially a certain cultist...

To Two Time, you were a sign from the Spawn himself. A player, someone who can toy with their world and puppeteer a fake body or other's bodies, from an entirely other world and able to toy with their own. Able to make the bodies respawn when killed.

You were the most holy thing they've witnessed. Even if they could not see you, hearing you speak? Witnessing you control others? That feeling they had when you controlled them?

You may as well have been god.

And if you held no hatred to them over the sins they've done, you were forgiving and loving. You spoke of your love for them often, and they adored that.

A beautiful, forgiving god. A loving and devine being. Perfect in every way, with even flaws appearing perfect. Something to be adored and worshiped.

And they shall be your most devout follower.

--☆☆☆--

You were quite the interesting being. Despite not playing too often, you always stood out to them when you played. Because you were both uncertain yet skilled, somehow playing poorly and well at the same time.

And yet you were self-belittling.

It's one of the most interesting things about you. You loved so much, yet despised your every action and every word, constantly terrified to make even a single mistake or feel the slightest negative emotion.

You were a mess. And it humanized you. It make them all slowly warm up to you.

And you gradually becoming a more and more common occurrence certainly helped.

Of course, your appearance remained an enigma. All they had was your voice, the words you said, and what you did in game.

They couldn't learn everything about you, but they learnt enough.

Enough that Two Time was no longer the only one who thought positively of you.

For one, Chance respected the fact that you played games with gambling aspects. Keep gamblin', pal, most quit before they win big! He also enjoyed that he was a character you liked. Didn't understand what "Aventurine-core" meant, but with how amused you sound, it had to be positive. ...right?

Elliot was honestly surprised with how much bias you had to him thanks to Work at a Pizza Place basically being your childhood. It just made him automatically one of your favorite characters, which earned him some jealousy, especially from Two Time. He was able to ignore it, though. After all, you weren't that bad to listen to.

Eventually, all the survivors started to not mind you.

The killers, however, tended to be much slower warming up to you...

Excluding c00lkidd. Mostly because when you did play a killer, which was rare, you played c00lkidd. And because you liked things c00lkidd liked. It made you cool! You're someone who should join Team c00lkidd! Well? Do it!

No, do NOT join Team pr3typriincess or Team bluudud- get away from them-!

It started off just as them respecting you. No where near the level of Two Time's obsession.

...at least, at first...

--☆☆☆--

They used to find great annoyance when others controlled their bodies. Then you came along.

Then they didn't mind being puppeteered like that if it meant they could hear you.

It grew to the point that even the killers stopped minding.

They were just more used to having you around. And started to like having you around...

Of course, they then learned they weren't the only ones who heard you...

And those other ones toyed around with your device. So a collective decision was made not to mess with things like your phone as a whole.

Roblox, however? That was free game.

So what if you got jumpscared playing Dandy's World by c00lkidd showing up out of nowhere? So what if you'd see random survivors when playing Grow a Garden? Or seeing the Forsaken Shedletsky in Block Tales? You just excused it as weird hackers with senses of humor or cosplayers, nothing more.

They relished in your excuses as you tried to justify Roblox games being weird.

The only game they didn't mess around with was Pressure...

...none of the other self-aware games liked to mess with the characters in Pressure. It never went well when they did.

Never.

All the other games you played though? Free game. No one in Forsaken cared if they annoyed the other characters anyways. It was a chance to see more of you, and they'd gladly take it.

They even viewed themselves as higher than the others for respecting your privacy more. Not toying with your device.

Which surely meant you would respect them more when they revealed themselves as sentient, yes?

Of course, that would be what happened! It had to be! They knew you! They swore they did!

Until a certain fish beat them to it...

--☆☆☆--

They began to force other players out just so it'd be them and you. Other players would be kicked mid-round over time until it was only you back in the lobby.

Then you'd interact with Elliot and be confused at his different dialogue. And how other NPC versions of the playable survivors would be there and would interact with you.

Then they got access to the chat. And god, would they talk to you in there. Even the Killers would.

It was absolute chaos in there. And the number of hashtags made Roblox... heavily concerned, to put it lightly. Mostly due to 1x. And when some of them got freaky about you.

You didn't talk in the chat much, but sometimes you'd risk it all and talk to what you thought were weird hackers who liked role-playing as the characters.

...ignored how the games always said you were alone, and whenever someone else dared to join, they'd be kicked out the instant someone noticed. Not even your real life friends were safe when they tried to play with you.

Though, sometimes they'd be nice enough to let you friends play with you when you asked nicely. Even if it took some pleading.

Was it wrong that so many of them liked seeing you beg?

They weren't happy when you started to play Forsaken less, even if they tried to make playing rounds with you as normal as possible. They behaved like real players and stuff, and even would amuse you when you wanted certain matchups at the end of rounds to happen.

It was just something about the "hackers" that weirded you out.

It frustrated them, but most of them still kept the decency not to breach your privacy or were convinced not to do it, all for wanting your favor.

So when you pieced together, all your Roblox games were sentient, Forsaken became your safe haven as you realized they were the only ones who didn't fuck around with your phone excluding like... four of them.

They were pleased with this. Very pleased.

...

Though they really weren't when you tried to uninstall Roblox.

--☆☆☆--

...

...

...

Even if they didn't like the other games who adored you, they agreed to come together for the plan.

Entering into your world would be too chaotic, but god forbid they force you into the same torture of dealing with other players everyday.

So they came up with something else.

You're mortal. Someday you'll die. But with this plan, you'll be as immortal as them.

And god forbid they lose you.

They've already heard you be hurt before. They already knew you've been in pain before.

And they hated it.

So what if you would despise what everyone planned? So what if you'd be angry and probably lash out? It'd be worth it.

Because your soul is as good as forsaken if they can't have you.

[poisonlove]

You² | w.a

Pairing: Wednesday Addams X reader

Wednesday hated Thornhill.

After that encounter in the library, she had done everything to avoid Y/N. Yet, fate seemed to take pleasure in her misfortune: a group activity paired her with the one person who made her feel the most out of place at Nevermore, making her realize just how unlucky she truly was.

After all, she was an Addams; she knew very well that luck was not on their side.

The activity involved collecting the Nightshade Bloom, better known as the Dreamshade Flower. It was an extremely rare plant found only in the Crackstone Forest. She had no idea where in the forest it grew, but she knew it preferred humid spots: probably near the waterfalls or in the Misty Glade.

"Are you sure it's this way?" Y/N asked, looking around with awe.

Wednesday stopped and turned to her partner, an eyebrow raised in disapproval. The question irritated her but when she saw the terror on the girl’s face, she decided to let it go.

"Of course, I'm sure," Wednesday replied in her characteristic monotone voice. She blinked and observed Y/N using her hand like a flashlight to navigate the darkness.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude," Y/N justified, her Y/C eyes scanning the surroundings before turning back to Wednesday.

A strange flutter gripped Wednesday's stomach, forcing her to break eye contact. She didn’t like this feeling at all. Experimenting with new emotions, especially ones she didn’t understand, was not her style.

Without saying a word, Wednesday resumed walking, her right hand holding the makeshift torch while her left brushed aside branches that slowed their progress. An unsettling silence enveloped the woods, and Wednesday was oddly grateful for it.

But, of course, Y/N had to break it.

"So... I haven't seen you in the library lately," Y/N began, trying to spark a conversation, a way to distract herself and learn more about the gothic Addams. She had done some research about Wednesday, but her name didn’t appear on any social media, which honestly disappointed her.

Wednesday made a strange sound in her throat.

"I was busy," she replied coldly. It wasn't a lie. She had indeed been occupied writing her story and avoiding the person standing in front of her. She had nothing against Y/N; rather, it was the absence of disdain that bothered her.

"I understand... Enid told me you write a lot... and that you're not exactly a social person" Y/N confessed with a hint of sadness.

Wednesday stopped, noticing how Y/N hesitated to push aside a branch, suddenly halting. Enid? Why were they talking about me? Y/N looked at Wednesday, confusion evident on her face.

"Why were you talking about me?" Wednesday asked, her voice sharp.

Y/N's cheeks flushed.

"Um... I'm participating in the Poe Cup  and she mentioned you... the only member I don't know," she admitted, embarrassment creeping into her tone. The flames in her hand illuminated her Y/C eyes, and Wednesday couldn’t help but think how strikingly attractive she looked in that light.

Quickly, Wednesday averted her gaze and turned away.

Y/N let out a sigh she didn't realize she'd been holding, falling back into step behind Wednesday. Addams pondered Y/N's words, especially the fact that she would be competing in the Poe Cup with them. Honestly, she didn’t want to participate in the tournament again, but the prospect of competing alongside Y/N intrigued her.

"Have you finished reading the book?" Wednesday asked coldly.

She enjoyed the interaction they were having, and a part of her desperately wanted to keep talking to Y/N. Yes, Wednesday Addams, the most antisocial girl at Nevermore, found herself wanting to engage with Y/N.

A huge smile spread across Y/N's face.

"Yes, it was really interesting and helpful for my research," she confessed excitedly, glancing at Wednesday, who observed her from the corner of her eye. The moonlight highlighted Addams' pale skin, and her perfectly arranged braids gave her an air of authority and glamour.

Y/N had developed a small crush on Addams.

"Good," Wednesday murmured in a sharp tone, diverting her gaze from Y/N.

A strange flush crept onto her cheeks, and her heartbeat quickened at the sight of Y/N’s radiant smile. Something was definitely off within her.

She unconsciously rubbed her cheeks.

"Have we arrived?" Y/N asked nervously, her fear growing. She had heard a couple of howls during their trek that made her skin crawl, but seeing Wednesday's calm demeanor made her decide—no, force herself—that everything was under control.

"Yes." Wednesday pressed her lips together, trying to suppress a smile.

It was the third time that night that her lips had inexplicably wanted to stretch into a smile, and each time she held back. She had to maintain her reputation as the gothic weirdo of Nevermore.

The fog enveloped their path, and Wednesday felt relieved to finally reach the Misty Glade. If they were lucky, they might find the damn flower in this area; otherwise, she would have to cross to the other side of Crackstone Forest toward the waterfalls.

Wednesday took off her backpack and pulled a small basket from inside.

"Can you recognize the Nightshade Bloom?" she asked, looking at Y/N. The latter nodded decisively.

Y/N walked opposite Wednesday, scanning the ground for any signs of light, hoping to spot the flower.

Meanwhile, Wednesday delved deeper into the mist, focusing on finding the blooms.

(...)

Wednesday crouched down and carefully picked the flower, trying not to damage its luminescent petals. She placed it in the basket alongside the others and walked toward another damp area. Half an hour had passed since the search began, and Wednesday felt increasingly uncomfortable in the oppressive silence.

Where on earth were you?

"Y/N?" she called loudly.

All she received in response was a howl. What if you were in danger? Wednesday gripped the basket tightly and scanned the surroundings, determined to spot you, abandoning her task of collecting more flowers.

Her feet moved westward as she squinted, trying to extend her field of vision, but the damned fog was too thick. A strange sensation settled in her chest, something that edged on fear. But she wasn't scared; she was... uncomfortable due to your silence?

"Y/N, if this is a joke, it’s not funny!" Wednesday exclaimed loudly, looking around with heightened vigilance. Her heartbeat quickened.

The worst scenarios flashed in her mind, prompting her to quicken her pace.

"Ahhhhh!" you screamed.

Wednesday's eyes widened, and she raced toward the sound of your cry. Something had gone wrong. The brunette increased her running speed, breathing heavily, a strange light contrasting with the darkness of the forest.

"What happened?" she asked breathlessly upon arrival.

Y/N was sitting on the ground, an enormous smile plastered across her face as she held the Nightshade Bloom in her hands. Her Y/C eyes met Wednesday's, shining with pure happiness.

"I found my first flower!" she exclaimed, beaming.

Wednesday let out an exasperated sigh, and at that moment, she wanted to strangle Y/N with her bare hands. Had she run for nothing? Was it merely a scream of joy? Her expression softened as she watched you approach, curiosity written all over your face, your eyes sparkling as they scanned her basket.

"What? You’ve already found six?!" Y/N exclaimed in surprise.

Wednesday couldn't help but smile, a spontaneous and genuine smile that made Y/N's heart skip a beat. The dimples were evident as her lips curved, making Y/N wonder how something so beautiful could be so rarely seen.

Just like the Nightshade Bloom.

Wednesday felt relieved to see Y/N safe, and despite a part of her wanting to kill her for making her think the worst, another part couldn’t shake the memory of the enthusiasm radiating from her for finding the flower.

She would let this incident slide, simply because it was you.

[satorucci]

drug dealer! gojo

♡ cw: dubcon, drug use, manipulation, breeding, rough sex, dacryphilia, dumbification, corruption, gojo is a shady drug dealer with really good shit and just can't stand the idea of not having reader :(

♡ currently listening to: one of the girls - the weeknd

♡ author’s note: remember kids, this is fictional! don’t be like gojo in this fic irl!! next fic will be a request sent in! asks, submissions, and inbox are open - to see the schedule, please go to my wips page linked in my pinned navigation post! mwah <3

MDNI

♡ everyone knows gojo. among the student body of his college campus, he's a god. according to professors and admin, he's a stain on the well-funded, prestigious campus's name and reputation. for the police, he's the most annoying collegiate dealer they've ever tried to nail down. seriously, how can one kid who just turned drinking age be so slippery?

♡ "where can i get that adderall you were talking about?" "do you know anyone i can get good bud from?" "I'm going to the club on saturday! know anyone with some clean molly?" the answer is always gojo. if the answer isn't gojo, then it's geto, his right-hand man. gojo is the ruler on a campus where the use of study and party drugs is absolutely rampant. what else could get these students through their grueling hours of studying for life-path-determining tests and unpaid internship work?

♡ gojo, who, though he's known as the "big man" on campus, rarely makes appearances. it's your third year of college, and you still haven't caught a glimpse of him. granted, you don't really run in the same circles as gojo, nor do you run in the circles that would be anywhere near him. no, not you. you're a model student - a teacher's pet who tutors undergrads in both chemistry and english because you're one of the chosen ones who's good at both the sciences and the arts. you're the students that professors trust to run errands for them, to explain the content of the class when they're not in the room, the one everyone relies on to do their homework so that they can cheat off you. and you do it all without the stupid adderrall or the weed, or whatever else it might be that people take to help them cope with college and life.

♡ you, who doesn't even acknowledge your burnout when it hits. you, who stays up into the wee hours of the morning, textbooks and notebooks and pens and paper and cheatsheets and - ohmygod, sometimes you think your head might combust. but you never let anyone know. not your roommate or your friends back home who either decided that college wasn't for them or that they'd do better at a community college. as you sit at your desk, frustrated, head in hands (for what seems like the millionth time this year), for a split second you wonder what it'd be like to be like your peers. to relax more, to go out sometimes, to throw your cares in the fucking wind. you haven't even slept with anyone since your freshman year of college, and it was so underwhelming you've completely forgotten everything about the experience. the guys face, his name, even what his dick felt like. the only release you've felt the past two years has been from your right hand and the vibrator that sits on your nightstand. you let out a deep sigh. so is life. and then you're back to work.

♡ gojo, who is in his fifth (yes, fifth) and final year of college, decides that a great way to celebrate would be to orchestrate his own send-off. a party for the ages. a party that would eclipse any party to ever grace his college campus, past, present, or future. and so, he and geto get to work on concocting their plan. for a moment, they debate on a theme, sitting quietly as their last few functioning braincells struggle to come up with an idea. their eyes meet and they burst into laughter, instead. "oh please. fuck the theme. everyone'll hear it's my party and they'll show" gojo tells geto nonchalantly, to which geto huffs out a laugh and nods. "you're not wrong. you are the satoru gojo. i mean fuck, they don't even call you by your first name." gojo's face twists into one of confusion as his eyebrow quirks up. "they don't call you by your first name, either." geto stares at gojo, oblivious to the simple fact. "seriously, suguru, lay off the weed."

♡ you, who, for some reason, have actually found yourself palling around in the infamous gojo's circle. well, not for some reason. it's because your roommate, shoko, invited you to come out to a party allegedly being hosted by gojo and geto. at first, you didn't believe it - the invitation, that is. you didn't have many doubts in your head that the party was happening and that it was, in fact, being hosted by the most infamous pair on campus, but you were shocked when shoko invited you of all people. you didn't know much about your rather quiet and intimidating roommate. she was a short girl with a stoic face who didn't even care about stepping outside to chain-smoke her cigarettes. "hey, shoko... d-do you mind maybe smoking outside the dorm room? it's just, the smell settles into my bedding and clothes, and-" shoko had cut you off with a simple, "nah. m' gonna keep smoking in here." when you had brought it up not long after the two of you had been assigned as roommates and moved in together. `"too cold outside." it was in the high 80s, nearing the 90s in the middle of August when you'd asked.

♡ you, who shoko had grown somewhat fond of during her time living with you, told you factually that she had invited you to accompany her to the party because she "doesn't have any friends besides gojo and geto" and that she "couldn't show up with no one because they were probably gonna be stoned out of their minds or looking for a girl dumb enough to spend the night with them". shoko then asserted that she was neither, so she needed company while at the party. sometimes you forgot that tiny, quiet shoko formed a trio with gojo and geto. she just seemed so different from the stories you'd heard about them - so much more mature and level-headed. shoko kept to herself, preferring solitude and silence over the rowdiness of the weekends on a college campus. sometimes, she would go over to gojo and geto's apartment and smoke with them (you never asked what they were smoking), but she never stayed for too long. she always made her way back before you turned the lights out, signaling the end of your nightly study session.

♡ you, who have no idea how to dress for this party because you haven't been to a party in two years. you have no clue what the new fashion trends are, or if you even have something that might look like it fits in with the massive crowd that's sure to be at gojo and geto's send-off party. shoko plays on her phone, sucking leisurely on a lollipop as she tells you, "don' worry about a theme or anything. gojo and geto were too stupid to think of one, so just come as you are." you grimace at her words. it's easy for her to say that. she's friends with them, so of course, they won't care what attire she comes in. as for you, you have another year left at this college and don't want to be known as the girl who was severely underdressed for what was likely to be one of the biggest parties that campus had ever seen. you pace around the room, throwing clothes all over the floor, for nearly an hour before shoko sighs deeply and tosses her phone on her bed. "watch out." you move out of her way as she makes her way to your closet and picks out an outfit. "wear this. they'll like it." as you stare at the skimpy outfit - a tube top you think you might've grown out of a year ago paired with jean shorts that allow the fat of your ass to hang out of the bottom - you wonder who "they" is.

♡ shoko helps you do your hair and makeup in your dorm before setting off. she also picks out your lotion and perfume. it's honestly the closest you've ever felt to her since the two of you have been living together. "what should we do about coming back to the dorm? should i dd?" you ask shoko, and you've never seen her grimace the way she does in that moment. "jesus, fuck no. we'll probably just spend the night at their place. they know who you are, so they'll be cool with it." and suddenly your night has gotten even worse. even though it's a saturday night, you still have stuff to do on sunday, and shoko is already a late sleeper. you imagine she'll only sleep even later after drinking and smoking whatever it is she- wait. "you talk about me to them?!" shoko returns her attention to her phone. "yeah, sometimes. you're the only roommate i've had in college that i kind of like." kind of like? either way, you take the compliment, and it leaves you feeling as though you can't deny her offer to stay at their place for the night, nor light into her for telling those two misfits anything about you.

♡ you walk alongside shoko, taking small sips of the drink she keeps passing to you on the walk to gojo and geto's apartment. thankfully, it isn't a far walk. they live right on the outskirts of campus, but you still decided to wear tennis shoes to save yourself the pain of walking and partying in heels. shoko, who becomes more talkative and bubbly the more she sips on her drink, finds herself telling you more about gojo and geto. about how she's known them since middle school, about how geto is actually a gentle giant but that he gets jealous of the attention gojo gets, sometimes. about gojo, who, by all of shoko's accounts, is a major pain in her ass. she doesn't give many positive reviews of him, but she does say that the attention he gets is warranted. "he's actually really smart when he's not stupid high. and it's hard to beat a smart dude with good looks." you wonder what he looks like. you overheard a group of girls on campus once talking about gojo, about the blue of his eyes and how it was unnaturally beautiful. "hey, shoko? what does gojo look like?" you ask, shyly. shoko sighs. "you'll know when you see him."

♡ you, who finds yourself trying your best to squeeze through the ocean of bodies that is spilling out into the large parking lot of the apartment complex. the cops'll definitely be here in a few hours. the music coming from the house is so loud that it's causing the pavement of the parking lot to thrum with vibrations. how in the hell do people do this kind of shit every weekend? shoko is leading you, her hand in yours, into the crowd, which, to you, resembles the pits of hell. there have to be hundreds of people outside the house, so you don't even want to think of how packed it is on the inside. shoko pushes past the throngs of people, as tiny as she is. she moves them to the side as if she holds authority over them, and you follow with no questions asked, trying your best to keep up as the alcohol she kept giving you has definitely entered your system. you aren't drunk, at least, not yet. but you're definitely feeling something.

♡ shoko, who pushes past the crowd with ease and ignores the people yelling at her as she marches up to the closed front door of gojo and geto's house. a young man with brown hair stands guard outside the door, smiling stupidly even though people are arguing with him about getting in the house. "move, haibara. my roommate and i want in." shoko says. the man, haibara, laughs and scoots to the side. "be careful, shoko. they're getting pretty crazy in there, so if you need me, just holler, 'kay?" shoko rolls her eyes and proceeds to push past haibara to enter the house. as she does, a sea of people attempt to flood into the unit, but haibara swiftly stops them. the door is shut before you can see exactly what it is that he does to prevent their passage, but either way, you're impressed. then, you turn your attention to the inside of the house.

♡ you, who immediately wants to leave the moment you step foot in the front door. the apartment isn't small by any means. in fact, it's a townhome that looks to be about three stories. but all three stories are packed with people who look more akin to sardines. shoko, still holding your hand, turns to say something to you, but you can't hear her over the insanely loud bass and treble of the speaker. you can't even pinpoint where the speaker is. it sounds like the sound is engulfing the entire house. as shoko turns back around and continues to drag you around the house, you notice the smell. nearly everyone around you is smoking, and you're sure it's weed. some are smoking cigarettes, but the majority of the skunky smell is coming from the blunts and joints that hang off of everyone's lips. people gathered together in groups as they smoke, people smoking by themselves in the tiniest corners possible, potential hookups passing their blunts to one another. yeah, this is totally not your scene.

♡ shoko, who finally reaches her intended destination - the kitchen. you watch as she, still pushing people away, begins to rummage through the freezer, pulling out a bottle of some sort of fancy alcohol. "it's the best they got!" she nearly screams over the music. "i-is it okay to take it?" you ask. shoko leans in, motioning for you to repeat your question, but you have a feeling she heard the first time, so you motion to the bottle instead. shoko's mouth splits into a wide grin. "time for shots!"

♡ shoko, who, you had no clue, is a heavyweight. shoko, who wants to go shot-for-shot, is absolutely whooping your ass right now. after the fourth shot paired with the alcohol you drank on your way to the party, the room is starting to spin just a little bit, but you feel good. for once, there's no stress, no guilt over not being pent up in your room studying, no desire to overachieve to prove your worth - and a lot of horniness. before you can stop yourself, you're scanning the room, looking for any potential takers. you've never thought much of your looks, so you aim for someone you think would be realistic to take to bed. none of the jocks and frat guys. but you also don't want one of the burnout stoners in your bed, either. what's it really matter? dick is dick, after all. as you're scanning the room, you watch the girls who are on the kitchen tabletops, dancing with their tits completely out, and for a moment, you wish you had their confidence. they're beautiful, and it's no wonder they were granted entrance to the party along with the honor of putting on a show that's sure to gain them more than just a few admirers tonight. they rolls their hips and flick their hair as they twirl around on the tables, grabbing at their thongs and pulling them down as if they're going to reveal themselves, but they never do. it's all a tease, and they're enjoying it so much.

♡ you, who continues to drink well past your limit. you, who should've stopped about three shots ago, recognize just how hungover you're going to be in the morning, but you're so drunk you don't care at all. surprisingly, shoko sticks by your side, knocking back shots with you, playing a round of beer pong with you (which she wins for your team), attempting to gossip with you over the loud music. everything feels good right now. everything feels so good. "you look like you're having fun!" a voice shouts over the music, loud enough for you to hear clearly, loud enough for you to turn around and come face-to-face with-

♡ "gojo!!" shoko shouts before jumping in the man's arms, totally wasted. you notice how the entire crowd turns their attention to the two men who have just entered the kitchen, likely from the backdoor connected to it. the man with the long hair pulled back into a bun must be geto. you've never seen either of them, but you're starstruck seeing them for the first time. shoko wasn't at all lying about gojo being quite the looker. snow white hair and eyes bluer than the fucking sky. he towers over both you and shoko, in fact, he seems as though he might be the tallest person in the room. but he's muscular, as well. this isn't the guy you'd think was a burnout stoner. both gojo and geto look like they could be straight-A students with incredible post-college job offers, though shoko has told you they have neither. "fuck she's drunk..." geto grimaces. the man with beautifully traditional looks turns towards you. "you must be the roommate? nic to meet you." he doesn't bother shouting over the music, his words are clear and concise and it's like they cut through the soundwaves in the room. "y-you, too!" you yell back, not a bit of grace. he gives you a gentle smile, and you think you might just melt. no. absolutely not. there's no way i'm turning into one of those campus girls who squeal over these two. you turn your attention to gojo, who has wrapped his arms around shoko and is swinging her around happily, as if she were a ragdoll.

♡ you, who find yourself upstairs in a private room with gojo, geto, and shoko, who after being spun around so much by gojo, decided she needed a toilet or trashcan immediately. you can't deny, the way gojo threw shoko over his shoulder and hauled her to (what you're assuming is) his room was attractive. geto motioned for you to follow them as gojo led the path to the bedroom, the crowd's gaze stuck on the two men that were hauling ass up the stairs. as shoko throws up in gojo's bathroom, geto carves out a spot on gojo's king size bed for you to sit comfortably. gojo remains in the bathroom to help shoko throw up all the alcohol she's digested over the past two hours. "can't believe we're finally getting to meet the roommate in person." geto says to you. you shrug and nod. "shoko says you're like... a study addict or something." you watch as the man crawls onto the bed, sitting across from you at the foot of it, and leans down to pick up some kind of tray from the ground. "yeah, i guess you could say that. i definitely don't get out much." geto nods, pulling out more containers and some sort of torch and - ohmygodhesabouttostartsmoking. "you should get out more. you caught satoru's attention when he walked in. it was you he was initially talking to, not shoko. when shoko gets drunk she only wants to be around her friends, so she saw satoru and pretty much locked onto her target." his eyes widen a bit after he's finished talking. "not saying that shoko doesn't consider you a friend, too! she just hasn't seen satoru in a while." you let out a laugh to ease the tension that had settled over the room. "no, i totally get it, no worries. to be honest, i didn't even know shoko considered us friends until tonight." you watch as geto masterfully takes some grinded up weed, opens up a blunt wrap, and empties the tobacco from it. "yeah, usually she hates her roommates, but she's never said anything bad about you. clear indicator that she likes you, 'cause typically she hates everything and everyone."

♡ you, who watches as getou prepares not one, not two, but three blunts before turning to you and saying, "i rolled one for satoru, shoko, and i, but shoko has told us before that you don't smoke, so i didn't roll you one. sure you don't wanna try miss straight-A-student?" you give geto a gentle smile and shake your head. "think i'll be okay. thanks for the offer, though." only a few moments later, gojo emerges from the bathroom with shoko, her arm thrown across his shoulders as he holds her up with one arm. he's so big... you try to physically shake the thoughts from your head as gojo hoists shoko up, once again, throwing her over his shoulder. "suguru, i'm taking her to your bedroom. she can't even hold her damn head up right." geto makes a noise of annoyance and throw his head back, pretty lips pouting as he sets aside his rolling tray (as he called it) and puts one of the freshly wrapped blunts behind his ear. "you so owe me for babysitting duty." geto says as he climbs off the bed. gojo looks at him and smirks before motioning towards you. "i think we're even. i'm stuck with the kid who doesn't even smoke." you physically shy away, embarrassed at the fact that that's all gojo thinks of you as - the kid who doesn't even smoke. you're sure that it's going to be a nuisance for him, but being that shoko insisted on spending the night here, you don't really have anywhere else to turn.

♡ gojo, who joins you in his bedroom once he and geto have gotten shoko settled into geto's bed. you shift awkwardly to give way to gojo's long limbs as he climbs into the bed, reaching for the rolling tray on the floor and grabbing the blunt geto had rolled for him. you don't know much about blunts - or weed in general - but the blunt looks pretty perfect, straight out of the movies. "you don't gotta move around too much, pretty girl. it's a king size, so there's more than enough room for the both of us." gojo flashes you a pretty smile and you feel yourself recoil because of his beauty. his flashy white teeth, his messy white hair, his muscular arms that reach for a lighter. "heard you don't smoke?" you nod your head. "any reason why? or is it just because you're a study addict or something?" a study addict or something. that's exactly what geto said. they must spend a lot of time with each other. "i think i just never really had the opportunity." you can hear a slight slur in your words from the alcohol. though you know that you're probably nothing more than a nuisance for gojo in this moment, you can't help the flush that floods your cheeks. he really is that hot. "never had the opportunity, huh?" your entranced by the way gojo flicks the lighter and brings the blunt to his lips, taking a long, deep drag before looking at you and smiling, a bit of smoke escaping through his lips. "you have an opportunity now, pretty girl."

♡ you, who shakes your head vigorously. no way. absolutely not. no way. you've already drank so much, and you don't think mixing a drug you've never done with a really hot guy you don't know would be the smartest thing you could do at this very moment. gojo gives you a pout that makes it so, so hard to resist his offer. "c'mon, not even for me? it is my graduation party, after all. you don't even have to smoke the whole thing with me. a puff or two'd have you feelin' real good." you bite your lip, contemplating what you should do. the tiny bit of logic left in your brain is telling you this is a terrible idea, but the drunk part of you keeps repeating in gojo's sing-songy voice "a puff or two'd have you feelin' real good." and the way he keeps calling you pretty girl. the way he almost purrs the words out has you feeling as though, maybe, just maybe, gojo is a safe place. maybe gojo knows exactly what's right for you.

♡ you, who reaches your hand out slowly, as if asking permission to take the blunt in your hands. you keep your eyes trained on the blunt in his hand, and nowhere else. if you keep looking him directly in the eyes, you're scared you might just fade into a sea you'll never swim your way out of. gojo chuckles and gives you a "tut tut" as he wags his finger. "the hell? didn't you want me to hit it?" you can't stop the drunken words from falling out of your mouth. "'course i do, but you gotta do it right your first time. lean in close." begrudgingly, you lean in close to the man, feeling yourself wobble as you do. satoru puts the blunt between his lips, inhaling deeply, before bringing his lips to yours.

♡ you, who is wide-eyed and confused as you feel the weed smoke enter your lungs while satoru's lips are pressed firmly against yours. he even fists your hair, keeping you in place as he blows nearly every last bit into your lungs. you try your best to inhale, try your bestnot to cough up the musky smoke because you can't embarrass yourself in front of the satoru gojo. when satoru's lips part from yours, you immediately feel the haze of euphoria glossing over your entire body. your brain, already fucked from the alcohol, becomes absolute mush. and you totally do cough. a lot.

♡ satoru, who chuckles heartily at you as you cough, reaches for a drink that's sitting next to him. "wash it down with this." he hands it to you, and when you sip it, you realize it's more alcohol. your hands feel heavy, your entire body feels heavy, but at the same time, your mind feels as ease. no, your mind feels good. satoru was right, you feel amazing. you can't really think straight, the room is twisting and turning, coming in and out of view as you enjoy the feeling you're getting from the high and the alcohol. satoru can easily tell that you're fucked up. "wow, you really haven't smoked before. and the first time you do, you get cross-faded? that's the kind of girl i need in my life." it's no wonder so many girls fall for him. aside from his looks, he's charming. always calling you "pretty girl", saying you're "the kind of girl he needs in his life". you bet he's had many women fall in love with him in his short life span.

♡ you, who can't hold your tongue with all the substances coursing through your body. "you don' mean that" you slur the sentence out. satoru quirks an eyebrow up at you as he continues to hit the blunt. "n' stop callin' me "pretty girl", i bet you use that on everyone." the grin that splits satoru's face is oh so attractive. "no, i only use it on pretty girls." he responds. his voice, a bit huskier than earlier from the smoke, sounds like heaven to your ears. "i'm boringly average." you respond, and satoru makes a face of disgust. "i don't smoke with boringly average people. ever since shoko told us about you i've been wanting to see you with my own eyes, but she said you pretty much never leave that damn dorm room." before you can respond, satoru's eyes flick towards you. "wan' another hit?"

♡ you, who finds yourself taking yet another hit of this fucking blunt. not because you want to. certainly not because you need it, but because satoru wants you to. satoru... i can call him that, right? satoru, once again, "shotguns" the blunt for you, setting it down to reach up for your hair. this time, his lips, while pressed firmly against yours, move a bit, as if he’s trying to actually kiss you. you feel it as his free hand finds purchase on your bare thigh, and the thought of him possibly moving his hand just a bit higher plays in your mind. you don’t know if it’s from the alcohol or the weed, but your body feels electric. the press of satoru’s firm lips, the way his hand is now gripping your thigh, its all too much. when he pulls away from the “shotgun”, you find yourself embarrassingly leaning forward, practically begging him for more. after your second hit, the world is completely hazy. you can barely make out the contents of the room around you, the mess of blankets on the bed. the only thing that’s clear is satoru sitting in front of you, satisfied grin splitting his mouth. “look at you, pretty girl. fucked up, huh?”

♡ you, who is absolutely entranced as satoru continues to talk to you as he smokes. you can barely make out what he’s saying with all the blood rushing through your head. or maybe it’s rushing out? maybe you’ve landed on a completely different plane of existence and satoru is your only company. it feels as though the two of you are the only people in the world at this very moment. you readjust yourself on the plush mattress, leaning back on the pillows behind you. “and then suguru- oh, you feelin’ tired?” he asks you, cutting off the story he was previously telling you. to be honest, you don’t even really know what he was going on about. you shake your head. “not tired, jus’… i don’ know. jus’ feel different…” you trail off.

♡ you, who doesn’t notice the feral grin that graces satoru’s lips as he sees you drifting in and out of consciousness. you, who doesn’t know that shoko has shown satoru pictures od you, shown him your social media, and satoru has asked about you almost everyday since then. you, who doesn’t know that satoru often talks to suguru about “turning you out” because you’re just “too cute to be that innocent”. satoru, who wants to corrupt you completely. your eyes drift open for a moment, the world spinning around you as you feel the bed moving. satoru climbs into the spot next to you. sweet you, who doesn’t know that satoru loves corrupting girls like you on campus. you, who is so hot, you’re burning up. who is flushed from head to toe, not understanding why you’re on fire, why your pussy is absolutely throbbing as satoru positions himself next to you on the bed.

♡ you, who doesn’t really understand what’s going on when satoru’s hand begins to trace small circles on the flesh of your thigh. you know you like the sensation, but you don’t understand why he’s doing it. it’s not like he’s helping you smoke anymore. it’s not like you could take anymore smoking. “feel good?” he asks, and you don’t know whether he’s referring to the circles he’s drawing on your skin or the euphoric feeling you’re getting from the weed you just smoked. either way, you nod your head, unable to really form sentences. you, who doesn’t know that satoru is a scumbag who reserves his heaviest hitting, highest quality weed for perfect girls like you. girls he wants to fuck into the mattress until you can’t feel anything but his cock deep inside of you.

♡ satoru, who constantly asked shoko for updates on you because he thought you were oh-so-cute. shoko's sweet roommate who never went out and partied, never tried drugs, barely ever drank, and, satoru theorized, hadn't been laid in a loooong time. your perfect curves, your pretty face, and shiny hair - how could he not want to corrupt the very core of your being? you don't protest as satoru rubs circles into your thigh, so then, he insists on squeezing at them, kneading the fat between his fingers, feeling his cock go from half-hard to rock solid. you're so pliant, so malleable, both physically and mentally. it didn't take much at all for him to convince you to smoke with him. for a proclaimed study-addict shut-in, you sure were eager to indulge in drugs when a pretty guy asked you to. satoru wondered what else you'd be willing to go along with.

♡ you, who doesn't protest even when satoru's hands travel from your thighs to the buttons of your jeans. his hands feel so good on you. you're trying to place the landmarks in his room, an ugly poster of... something, a carpet on the floor, but all of it looks so hazy to you. the only thing you know for sure is that satoru gojo is beside you and that his hands are on you. then, the bed shifts again, and satoru is on top of you. despite being muscular, he feels lightweight. maybe it's because you're so fucked up. satoru likes the view he gets from above you - the way your mouth is slightly parted, the way your eyes are slowly traveling the room, and look as though you aren't really sure what's going on. satoru finishes unbuttoning your jeans before leaning down close to your ear, "you want more, pretty girl? wanna feel even better?" it's only then you've noticed that he's unbuttoned your jeans, leaving you with an anxious seed that has blossomed in the pit of your gut. he doesn't intend to... does he?

♡ you, who tries weakly to push satoru away, only for a moment, until you realize that you're far too fucked up to do so. satoru, who actually climbs off of you, giving you the space you're signaling that you want. little do you realize that, without him, this high is going to start feeling very uncomfortable if you can't find release. "if you don' wanna, i won't make you. rape's totally not my style." he says nonchalantly, making his way back to his side of the bed. "maybe it's time for you to head home, ya know, since you're all fucked up." and for some reason, that anxiety you'd felt earlier begins to feel overwhelming. you don't want to be sent back home. no, not by the satoru gojo. you can't be the one to disappoint him. for a moment, you think about the girls on campus, the ones who've cried because their hearts and expectations were shattered by the man in front of you. but you... you have a chance. he calls you "pretty girl", says he "needs a girl like you". you have a chance to be different from the other girls on campus - you have a chance to show satoru that you can be worth his time.

♡ you, who, with all your strength, grips satoru's hand, pulls him back towards you. "n-no... i-i wanna do it." you're voice is a whisper, hardly heard even by your own ears. satoru smirks and leans closer. "what was that pretty girl?" he asks. you bite your lip, embarrassed at having to repeat yourself to him. "i-i'll do it. wanna do it." you can feel satoru debating on whether your plea is enough for him. "please." and then it's enough. satoru is looming over you in an instant, hands on the waistband of your jeans, pulling them carefully down your legs. even the friction of the fabric against your legs as it slides down is enough to make you rub your thighs together. satoru throws your jeans across the bedroom before sliding his hands up your legs, caressing your thighs, pawing at the plush of your love handles and stomach. any other time, a man paying such close attention to your body might've made you feel self-conscious, but with satoru it was different. you could see in his eyes just how much he was enjoying this- enjoying you. "you done this before, pretty?" he asks you, fingering the hem of your tube top. you nod shyly. "...only twice. with one person." and satoru thinks he could cum just from hearing that. almost as priceless as a virgin. and from what shoko had told him, he figured that it was your freshman year of college since the last time you'd done anything besides play with that vibrator shoko says you keep on your nightstand constantly.

♡ satoru, who lifts the tube top from you, carefully removing it from your body, as he tries to get your limbs to comply with his movements. "no bra? naughty girl." he whispers to you. you're laid bare for him, nothing but your panties covering you. "you ready?" you give him a small nod, trying to cover your tits from his vision, but he quickly pulls your arms away. "don't hide from me." his voice is demanding, the most sinister he's sounded since the moment you met him. satoru wastes no time in leaning down, pressing gentle kisses to your neck. ah, at least he's gentle. but his gentle nature doesn't last long. the kisses he places on your neck quickly turn into harsh bites, and you can't conceal the whines that spill from your mouth. your knees try to come together to push him off of you, but you're quickly subdued as satoru parts them with ease. "c'mon, don't push me away, sweetheart." satoru licks, sucks, and bites at your neck as his weight becomes heavier on top of you. one of his hands finds your tit, his thumb roaming over your peaked nipple, playing with it, tweaking it, until his mouth becomes bored of you neck and moves to your free breast. it feel so good. his mouth is warm on your nipple, his teeth harsh when he bites down. not so hard that's it's tortuous, but harsh enough for you to lose your breath momentarily. his bites soothe you by turning into a gentle suck, his tongue playing with the nipple in his mouth. he swirls his tongue around, and god, you wonder what'd it feel like if he was doing it to your clit.

♡ you, who doesn't have to wait long for satoru to move down south. his lips brush against your stomach, his hands lightly tracing your ribs as he finds his way to your cunt, already soaked through your underwear. satoru presses a thumb to your clothed clit, "wow, what a body you have." he sounds amazed. "even virgins don't get this wet." you can barely process what he's saying - you're euphoric as he plays with your throbbing clit through your panties. every time your legs come up to suffocate him as a response to the gentle touches, he pushes them away. one of his hands holds down your knee as he paws at your clit, teases your clothed hole with a finger. and then he places his mouth on your clit. the feeling is like nothing you've ever felt before. a sea of euphoria washes over you as satoru's mouth latches onto your clit, his tongue flicking and licking at it before gently sucking on it. your body is writhing underneath his touch, your hips undulating as one of your hands reaches for his hair. you don't even realize that you're using your grip on his hair to press his mouth into your clit, begging for something harsher. satoru smiles against your clit before pushing your panties to the side. "baby wants more?" and you gasp as his mouth is directly on your clit. "ah! y-yes! oh my god, yes!" your other hand finds his hair, a vice grip on him, directing his head exactly where you want him to go. it's not like satoru wouldn't have done so on his own, but his cock is throbbing at the way you're attempting to take control of him. someone challenging the satoru gojo? he's up for it.

♡ you, who has no control over the coil deep in your core snapping as satoru eats you out like a professional. at some point, he completely discarded your panties. satoru sits on his knees between your thighs, his mouth on your clit and two fingers knuckle-deep inside of you, twisting and turning, scissoring your insides and brushing against your g-spot until you're brought to yet another orgasm. your entire body is shaking with pleasure, the orgasm so much more intense than the ones you have when you sober - the ones you bring upon yourself. satoru is completely entranced by your cunt. it's so perfect, he could spend hours between your legs. practically untouched, you're dripping wet, your clit just perfect, and you're so turned on it's no longer hidden by your cute little hood. all of you is perfect, and satoru loves the fucked-out expressions your typically innocent face is making. he loves hearing you moan and gasp, whine and cry out, begging, "please don't stop! i'm so close!" you obviously don't know what it's like to be fucked right. after bringing you to your second orgasm, satoru doesn't think he can hold it in any longer. his cock is leaking, aching and begging for some sort of release.

♡ satoru, who finds himself unbuttoning his jeans and throwing his shirt off. oh, how you wish you were sober enough to make out his sculpted body. he stands up for only a moment to take his jeans and briefs off, throwing them across the room, as well. he hops back on the bed, lifting your leg and kissing the inside of your thigh, biting and sucking at it as he adjusts himself between your legs. "ready for more, pretty girl? final show." you nod slowly, the room around you spinning. "aw, you don't sound too excited. maybe s' too much for you?" your heart drops, the anxiety returning. "n-no! i wan' it." your response only elicits a sigh from satoru. not good enough. "p-please satoru! please fuck me! wan' you to fuck me and no one else. wanna be one of your girls..." that's it. the look in satoru's eyes is absolutely feral. "oh, you wanna be one of my girls? want me to fuck you like one of my girls?" you nod as furiously as you can. "think you can handle it, pretty girl?" yes. yes, you can handle it.

♡ satoru, who you think will enter you gently, will fuck you softly. instead, he lines his cockhead up with your entrance gently pushing in the tip before violently bottoming out inside of you. all the breath is gone from your lungs in a matter of seconds. satoru gives you no time to recover, his hands finding your hips, fucking into you at a mach three speed. the sound of skin slapping and your uncontrollable screams fill the bedroom. your head knocks against satoru's headboard as he continues to abuse your cervix. you can't catch your breath. one of his hands travels down to your cunt, thumb rubbing at your clit and you're completely overwhelmed with the sensations coming over you, not in waves, but in a tsunami, crashing down on you with full force. your clit is throbbing as satoru pounds into you over and over and over and - and you can't stop thinking about the absolute euphoria you're feeling. you don't know if it's from the weed or the alcohol, but there's no pain in the way satoru fucks into you, only pleasure so intense, it brings tears to your eyes. your hand reaches up, placing your palm flat against the headboard to give your head a bit of relief from the constant smacking of it against the wood.

♡ satoru, who never lets you rest. the moment he pulls his cock out of you, he flips you onto your stomach as if you were light as a feather. he manipulates and contorts your body, lifting up hips up into the air and spreading your thighs, taking a moment to admire the sight of your pretty cunt spread wide open just for him. he can't help but dip his tongue in a few times, causing you to cry out, muffled against the pillows. "sorry, pretty girl. you're just too irresistible. and you're doing so good for me. thought i'd give you a little reward." you moan out as satoru continues to lap at your cunt, your legs threatening to give way as he brings you dangerously close to another orgasm. but just when you think that coil is about to snap once again, he stops. his tongue is instantly replaced by his cock, continuing his assault on your cervix. this time, it's so much deeper, so deep you swear you can feel him in your guts. his arm wraps around your midsection, helping hold you upright as he fucks into you with not a care in the world. his balls, heavy and full of cum, slap against your cunt, but it's not enough for satoru. his free hand finds your clit, rubbing it sideways, rubbing circles on it. it's too much. satoru presses his pelvis into you, pushing your face even further into the mattress. "so, so good for me, pretty girl." satoru says from behind you. he leans down, his body caging yours in as bites at you neck, surely leaving marks. his lips are right next to you ear. "really are one of my girls. if you take cock this good, might jus' make you my only girl." his words leave you trembling. he's not just amazing at sex, he's amazing at telling girls what they want to hear. satoru likes to think it's always been one of his selling points, always able to tell girls what they want to hear so that he can get what he wants from them.

♡ satoru, who fucks you so good you lose your mind. you're babbling and moaning, whining and crying as satoru fucks into you from behind. the arm that held up your midsection is gone, now restraining one of your arms, holding it behind your back as he relentlessly bullies your insides. the tears flowing from your eyes are soaked up by the mattress, and satoru keeps whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he brings you to orgasm over and over again. "this cunt is so perfect, sweet girl. really - hah - really can't believe you kept this from me. fits me just right." he's so deep his pelvis slams into your ass over and over, the noise filling the room along with his grunts and your muffled screams. at this point, you are screaming. the overwhelming feeling of being overstimulated and the constant slamming of his cock into you, it's all too much. the way satoru sometimes lets his free hand grab at the fat of your ass, slapping it, then caressing it to cool the burning left behind.

♡ satoru, who leans down, telling you, "m' so close, baby. where d'ya want it?" satoru, who asks, but has full intention on cumming inside of you. a cunt this perfect? he can't imagine doing anything but attempting to fill you with his babies. he imagines you'd be so cute knocked up. "i-i," you can barely get your words out. "in-inside, satoru, please. please, cum inside me. w-wan' you to f-fill me up, please." satoru, who decides that he must have you. even if it means keeping you high 24/7, he's willing to do it. he's willing to do anything to keep a slut this perfect. one whose a slut only for him. "oh yeah, i can do that, pretty girl. wanna have my babies?" you nod furiously into the pillow. "please! yes, please!" and that's all it takes to bring satoru over the edge. he cums hard, his balls tightening as he spills everything he has into you. he's not sure he's ever blown a load this big. but how could anyone blame him? he's found the perfect cunt for his cock - cinderella's slipper if you will. he leans against your back for a bit of support as his own body begins to shake, your cunt cumming in response to being filled up, spasming and squirting all over him. satoru watches, bleary-eyed, as his cum mixes with your juices and flows out of you like honey. your legs shake, your entire body shakes, as you babble on, thanking him for the orgasm, begging for more. you're so cute. satoru just can't get enough of you.

♡ you, who is just coming down from your high when satoru brings you a towel and tap water from his bathroom. you, who can barely keep your eyes open from the way your body has been abused through the night. you don't know how long it lasted, but you can hear that the music has died down downstairs. satoru wipes you off with the towel, forcing you to drink a little water, as he knows you're going to be so fucked in the morning. you can barely talk, so satoru tells you to sleep instead. it doesn't take you more than a couple of minutes to fall asleep.

♡ satoru, who after you fall asleep, takes a shower and texts geto. he leaves you alone in his room, bundled up in blankets before making his way to geto's room. satoru sits on the floor, sighing and shaking his still-wet hair. "that's some good shit, suguru. keep that in the rotation." geto smiles at his best friend. "told you it was great. what was better, though? the weed or the girl?" satoru laughs and shakes his head. "not sure, think i'm gonna keep both around for now." geto sports a pout. "at least include me next time."

[itsreallynotriri]

A regulus x chubby ravenclaw reader female x serverus Snape story please

Hidden in plain sight

Y/N has always struggled with insecurity, convinced that someone like Regulus Black could never notice her. Little does she know, he hasn’t stopped talking about her for weeks.

requested by misskity1912-blog

Regulus Black x Chubby Fem! reader

words: 944

warning: mentions of insecurity

note: I'm not familiar with Severus so it will take some time before I can start writing about him <3

masterlist, regulus masterlist

Y/N stood in front of the mirror in her dormitory, adjusting the hem of her robes as she stared at her reflection. Her hands unconsciously smoothed over the fabric, trying to hide the curves she had never quite learned to love. No matter how often she wanted to remind herself that beauty wasn’t defined by a single body type, the lingering insecurities whispered otherwise.

She turned slightly, frowning at her side profile. She envied the girls who seemed effortlessly graceful, the ones whose uniforms fit just right, whose confidence seemed so natural. She pulled at the fabric of her robes as if that would somehow change the way she looked, but nothing ever did. With a quiet sigh, she let her hands drop and turned away from the mirror, shaking off the nagging thoughts. It didn’t matter. It wasn’t like anyone was paying attention to her, least of all Regulus Black.

Still, as she made her way down to the Great Hall, her heart clenched at the thought of him, impossibly elegant and untouchable.

Y/N sat at the Ravenclaw table, absently poking at her breakfast as she half-listened to her housemates discussing their plans for the upcoming Hogsmeade weekend. It wasn’t as if she had any plans of her own—she rarely did. While she loved the idea of going, wandering through the cobbled streets with someone special, she knew that particular dream was unattainable.

Because that someone special was Regulus Black.

And Regulus Black was impossibly out of reach.

She had harbored a deep, quiet crush on the Slytherin for years. He was everything she was not—elegant, poised, respected. Meanwhile, she was the chubby Ravenclaw who kept to herself, more at home in the library than at social gatherings. She was always hyperaware of her appearance, tugging at the edges of her robes or crossing her arms over her stomach, trying to take up less space. The idea of him ever noticing her was laughable, and yet, she couldn’t stop herself from stealing glances at him across the Great Hall, allowing her mind to entertain impossible daydreams.

Little did she know that, at that very moment, Regulus Black was sitting at the Slytherin table, going on and on about her.

“She’s brilliant,” Regulus said, absently twirling his spoon in his porridge. “I saw her answering Slughorn’s question yesterday before he even finished asking it. And she was right. Of course, she was right. She always is.”

Barty groaned, dropping his head onto the table. “Merlin, not again.”

Evan rolled his eyes. “You’ve been talking about Y/N for weeks. Either do something about it or shut up.”

Pandora, always the most patient of the group, smiled encouragingly. “You should ask her to Hogsmeade, Regulus. She doesn’t seem to have any plans.”

Regulus hesitated, suddenly feeling very exposed. “She wouldn’t say yes.”

“How would you know?” Evan asked, exasperated. “It’s not like you’ve tried.”

“She’s never shown any interest in me,” Regulus admitted, suddenly feeling foolish for all the time he’d spent admiring her from a distance. “She’s intelligent, kind, beautiful—why would she waste her time on me?”

Barty nearly choked on his pumpkin juice. “You are Regulus Black. You have people practically lining up for the chance to go to Hogsmeade with you. Stop being an idiot and just ask her.”

Regulus pursed his lips. The idea of being rejected by Y/N was enough to make his stomach twist, but his friends’ words lingered in his mind. Maybe… maybe they were right.

Y/N sat alone in the courtyard, bundled in her robes as she read a book, the crisp autumn air nipping at her cheeks. The sun was starting to dip lower in the sky, and most students had already retreated indoors, but she found the quiet comforting. It was easier to exist in the world of books than in reality where she was invisible to the person she liked most.

She was so lost in her reading that she didn’t hear footsteps approaching until a shadow fell over her pages. Glancing up, she nearly dropped her book when she saw Regulus Black standing before her, hands in his pockets, looking uncharacteristically hesitant.

Her heart leaped into her throat. “Oh. Um—hi?”

Regulus cleared his throat, shifting to his feet. “Hi.”

An awkward silence stretched between them, and Y/N struggled to understand what was happening. Was he lost? Did he need help with something? Had she done something wrong?

“I—” Regulus exhaled sharply, looking more nervous than she’d ever seen him. “Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”

Y/N blinked, sure she had misheard him. “What?”

Regulus’ jaw tightened as if he were bracing for impact. “Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me?”

Her mind reeled. This had to be a joke, some kind of cruel prank. There was no way he—Regulus Black—was asking her out. Her stomach twisted with familiar self-doubt.

“Me?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper. “Are you sure?”

Regulus frowned slightly. “Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?”

She swallowed, shifting uncomfortably. “I just… I don’t really seem like your type.”

Regulus’ gaze softened as he took a step closer. “You’re exactly my type.”

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then nodded, a small smile forming on her lips. “I’d like that.”

Relief washed over Regulus’ face, and for the first time, he allowed himself to truly smile at her. “Good.”

As he walked away, promising to meet her in the entrance hall on Saturday, Y/N watched him go, her heart thudding wildly in her chest.

Maybe, just maybe, she had been wrong about being out of his reach.

[woominutes]

ko kyungjun as a boyfriend

he is THE hates everyone but you bf

bad boy with a soft spot for you kinda trope

just replace bad boy with bully

he doesn't go out of his way for anyone except you

princess treatment? you got it.

he'd make jinha and seungbin do the work when they are around lol

his love languages are;

acts of service

holding doors for you, buying you snacks, walking you home, helping you the week before and during your period. the things he does for you can erase any doubts that may arise in your head about his feelings for you.

he might hold back sometimes to not appear as a simp and maintain his reputation as the tough bully though.

physical touch

always has his hands on you in a way, mostly around the waist or shoulders. it is a sign of affection but also ownership as he wants to make your relationship known to other boys so they don't even dare to make a move.

also having you on his lap, he loves that. especially during recess at school, you can be found sitting on him while he zones out or talks with jinha and seungbin.

and quality time

asking you to hang out after school, inviting you to his place to chill, tagging along when you have errands to run if he is in the mood for it.

this guy literally walks away from people and situations when he doesn't care to be bothered so spending his time on/with someone definitely means something.

now about gift giving

i don't think he'd put a lot of thought into gifts. on specific occasions like anniversaries or trying to impress you, yes, but nothing too fancy otherwise.

however, you'd get little things; like a flower from a random garden he passed by from.

in my eyes, he's a casual sharer in a relationship

what is his is yours, his basketball sneakers being the only exception. food, clothes, his bed, his heart, everything.

you like his jacket? you'll share it back and forth, one week his and two weeks yours. you like his hoodie? take it. you like his shirt? wear it (but bring it back after a month and borrow another). you like his earrings? you can wear the right one and he'll wear the left one.

words of affirmation is not something he is good at

it's hard for him to express himself. he can throw a few playful sweet words here and there but rarely gets serious. he has his moments, especially after intimate situations with intense feelings, but they're few.

rarely says "i love you", he shows it instead.

he'd be the one to secretly need words of affirmation despite denying it

not too much praise though, he'll get cocky

bro felt love for the first time and his world changed #canon

such a show-off, especially with basketball

"this is for you" *misses the shot*

once threw the ball in hyunho's face because you were looking at the poor boy for too long and kyungjun got jealous

cue nahee running to help hyunho with his bloody nose

he eliminates your worries when he can

(we all know how I'm talking about)

tending to his wounds whenever he gets injured

insecure hence extreme jealousy

someone looks at you for too long? glares at them. someone talks to you? either waves them off or mocks them when they leave. someone confesses to you? they get threats as a warning. someone touches you? disappeared from the face of earth.

i could actually see him wanting to kill other boys out of jealousy but he'll hold himself back by giving them a light beating instead.

"me? jealous? ha! I'm better than that asshole"

yeah yeah sure

bro is so aggressive

you'd most likely have to witness a lot of outbursts of anger

but he apologises after, usually

intended empty words or not, you'll witness his wrath again because that is his reaction to almost everything that inconveniences him

he's throwing things and punching walls

BUT NEVER EVER hits you

even if he unconsciously shoves you, he regrets it immediately

many, mostly minor, arguments because of misunderstandings and lack of communication

he is not very confrontational when it comes to a relationship, either because he doesn't want to appear vulnerable and clingy or he doesn't know how to express himself and figure out why he is feeling the way he does.

when his hidden feelings of insecurity and discomfort bubble up, it's hell for the both of you. screaming, crying, him acting like he doesn't care to protect himself.

and his impulsivity makes it harder to make up sometimes

he might say hurtful things out of anger that will keep you away from him for a while but he rarely actually means them, it's just his defense and illusion of security.

possessive and slightly controlling

he cares too much when he considers his relationship serious and it's not just him fooling around.

unfortunately, he'll use manipulation when he wants something badly or to convince you of something. if you call him out, he'll drop the act and most likely get annoyed.

he needs a lot of work when it comes to the negative aspects of his personality for a healthy relationship to exist

he is not too much of a bad guy, he just has issues

and needs therapy

passionate makeout sessions

those big palms and veiny hands know how to grip. he's the dominant one and he won't have it any other way, wanting to have power and control over the pace and movements.

high libido, that's all i'm apparently allowed to say :P

learns and remembers a lot about you

especially your habits and quirks

if you smoke too;

he'll share his cigarettes with you

and steal a couple of yours when he is out of his

if you hate smoking;

LIKE LITERALLY CANNOT BREATHE AROUND SMOKERS

he'll make an effort to not smoke when you are present

brushes his teeth or eats a piece of gum before he kisses you if he meets you after smoking <3

can't have you thinking he is gross smh

if you're short;

he definitely teases you about your height

picks you up just for fun or carries you around like you weigh nothing

ties your shoelaces for you

playfully insulting each other and bantering all the time to show affection

you're the only one he actually listens to <3

you shove him or nudge him when he is being too mean to other people or crossing a line

still goes wild when you're not around

you are his lockscreen <3

not too much of a talkative texter

sort written replies but long voice messsages

oml that voice

sends you pics of himself all the time, expecting compliments and praise

shirtless mirror pics focusing on his abs? all yours. manspreading pictures? you got them. selfies in which he tries to appear tough but his cheeks and soft features make him look like the cutest boy you've ever seen? yep.

cares a lot about how you view him so he takes a lot of time to make sure he picks the right pics to send you.

let's not fool ourselves, he knows you love those muscles and he purposely puts them on display for you

cuddles with kyungjun are warm and tight, becoming one under a blanket

more of a motorcycle guy

buys you your own helmet <3

not one for fancy dates, maybe dinner here and there, but prefers casual hangouts

movie nights at his house, late night walks and rides, chilling at a convenience store after school.

just peaceful private moments.

pretends to not like cheesy couple things, such as matching outfits or pajamas, but they secretly warm his heart

he takes your gifts very seriously; wears them to please you or carries them around with him

get him a neck pillow

you have him wrapped around your finger no matter how much he denies it

jinha has gotten a good smack in the back of his head for voicing that fact multiple times

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[arc-misadventures]

The... Golem?

Jaune: This... She! She is a golem... right?

Pietro: Yes! She's an artificial life form I have created!

Ren: And... her name is...?

Pietro: Her name is, Penny!

JR: Penny?

Penny:

Ren: Hmm...?

Jaune: Huw...?

Ren: A metallic spine, and ribs...?

Jaune: A housing structure for the gelatinous for to be help give it's it's form, and shape?

Ren: And, the slime body?

Jaune: The slime mimics the softness often found in humanoid flesh. As well as being capable of generating warmth; The warm of flesh, to indicate life as it were.

Ren: Ohh, so it makes her seem more... human than if she was made for more inorganic components, such as metals?

Jaune: I would assume so. Are we correct in our assumptions, Dr. Polendina?

Pietro: Yes indeed! You two are quite the pair of intelligent adventurers!

Jaune: Thank you!

Ren: These are just our guesses from our observations

Jaune: But, we do have one question.

Pietro: And, what is that my lad?

JR: Why does she have a human head?

Ren: I would assume her head would have a metal skull, and a slime skin formed around it. But, it's human.

Jaune: It is human, right?

Pietro: It is actually slime!

JR: Slime?!

Pietro: Yes, Penny's head is made from a very rare slime capable of mimicking human form that makes it almost indistinguishable to the human form, both in it's appearance, and texture. Even her hair is actually a slime!

Jaune: Oh... That's good to know. I was worried it was an... actual head.

Ren: Yeah, it's so real I thought it was real.

Jaune: Same. One last question: Why the mask?

Penny: I haVe YeT tO MasTEr sPeakiNg iN a NoRmaL HuMAn VoiCE. T-tHe maSk heLpS to EMulAte It.

JR: Ohhh...

Ren: You sound like a human who's recovering from a neck injury

Jaune: It may sound off, but I'm sure you will be able to speak with a lovely voice one day!

Penny: T-THaNk yOu.

Jaune: Well, after knowing all of this, I've come to a decision?

Ren: A decision?

Jaune: A decision about, Penny!

Ren: Oh!

Ren: What kind of decision?

Jaune: Smash!

Ren: WHAT?!

Jaune: You heard me.

Ren: You want to have sex with a... a metal, slime girl golem...?

Pietro: S-S-Sex?!

Jaune: Yeah.

Ren: She's a slime?!

Jaune: You clearly don't know what the pleasures of being with a slime girl are like.

Ren: ...?!

Ren: Y-You've been with a slime girl before...?

Jaune: Remember, Neo?

Ren: Yeah, I remember her. She kept us stuck in that town for a month, because of that quest you two were working on.

Jaune: ...?

Ren: You weren't working on a quest were you...?

Jaune: At first, but Neo wanted to show me how... flexible she is.

Ren: ...

Ren: You're a massive slut, Jaune.

Jaune: Says the blushing virgin.

Penny: i'M soRRy tO inTErupT. BuT... mR. ARc?

Jaune: Yes?

Penny: ...

Penny: SNu snU?

Jaune: It will be my pleasure, my Lady~!

Penny: S-SenSAstiOnAl!

Ren: ...

Pietro: ...

Pietro: Isn't your companion a paladin?

Ren: Of the Summer Maiden... The fertility goddess...

Pietro: Oh... Does that mean he might...?

Ren: I don't want to talk about it!

Pietro: Okay.

[drdemonprince]

Regarding the online left and moral OCD, how is that not cancel culture? In all seriousness? I know it's a somewhat loaded term and used as a catch all for a lot of irrelevant shit, but isn't that exactly the same system of values that leads people to send hate mobs after each other in the name of "accountability"?

"cancel culture" refers, in a pretty flawed way IMO, to one tactic that people use, not to the wider cultural phenomenon being critiqued here.

like yes, people make public call outs, and they do that for a variety of reasons that cant all be summed up easily -- everything from bringing attention to an exploitative employer or abusive boss to attempting to get an incredibly vulnerable poor trans woman kicked out of housing.

I do not think it's helpful to equate all of those things.

I'm firmly of the position that public callouts rarely work or bring anything but terror to the accuser, so they're rarely worth doing, but there is a HUGE difference between a group of Black trans people making a post calling out the security of the local queer community center for being racist and, like, a mob of anonymous strangers deciding they all hate a mentally ill trans person because of one weird post they made and pressuring others to socially ostracize that person.

like. a callout/cancellation is just a tactic, it kinda sucks and doesnt work mostly, and it can and has also ruined people's lives.

but that's just one part of the larger issue we are talking about here.

we're not just talking about calling people out and cutting them off, we're also talking about performing immense guilt regarding any small human behavior or feeling that has not been morally optimized, splitting hairs over the ethicality of choices so granular as to be meaningless, correcting other people on minute language differences, imposing western/united states oppression frameworks onto completely different cultures and situations, interpreting all vague statements in the worst possible faith, holding a person responsible for any conceivable negative interpretation or unacknowledged caveat to anything they say, demanding the performance of negative emotions such as grief and exhaustion and rage, pathologizing positive emotions such as joy and pleasure, denying individuals any right set boundaries over how they spend their time, convincing people that any moment not spent consuming upsetting information is an abdication of duty, immense focus upon individual effort with little regard for collective power or systemic change, victim blaming, self obsession, self loathing, associating a person's appearance or mannerisms or sexual proclivities with their goodness as a person, a permanent suspicion of the "other," a lack of faith in humanity, and on and on.

so i think it's a lot more complicated and deep than just people making incendiary call out posts online. but then, i did write a book on all this.