#hell are other people...like...just care...use your brain...be polite...don't bother others

[wesavegotham]

I feel like I need to have a serious talk with my parents about how they seem to think they treated their sons and daughters equally when they never asked me how I was doing in school because "your grades were good and your brother's were not so we only worried about them", two years ago they sheduled their vacation in a way that I would be alone on my birthday (my triplet sisters were away for other reasons) when they would never do that to my brothers and the next year they were there, but I had to make dinner for everyone and bake my own birthday cake with nobody even questioning it. Like...I love you but also....what the hell were you thinking?

And now they seem to wonder why I'm starting to resent them.

Like good god, you have never listened when I tried to tell you about my problems, almost never encouraged me and most of the time, neglected me. I get that taking care of five kids is hard but...care about me. Show interest. Believe me when I try to tell you how I feel. I feel like I need to set a lot more boundaries.

I fear I have been trying to please people for too long in hope of them being finally nice to me and start thinking about what might please me, it has not worked and I just can't do it anymore.

[strawberryblue-blog]

Not your friend —Lando Norris.

Summary: When you not only have to do your job as a McLaren engineer but also have to take care of an immature child and put up with his teasing.

Warning: none. Enemies to lovers, jokes, claustrophobia, a little bit of angst.

Words count: +1.5k.

#SEXYNOTE: Lando is the first to open this section (If it's my favorite, don't let it show 😉). I hope you enjoy it! Love you 💘

Life in the Formula 1 paddock is chaos as you spend the time working here. Engines roaring, mechanics racing, data flowing on the screens like an incessant torrent that drains the life out of you but fills your soul with joy. You had always dreamed of being able to work in a great team, with great people and to be able to fulfill my dream. But like everything beautiful, it also has its downside. And here you are, an engineer for one of the most competitive teams in the championship. Mclaren. Your job is pretty much to keep the car at its optimum and all that goes with managing the stats and results. But sadly, it also seems to be part of your job, to put up with one of the team's youngest and most rebellious drivers, who was hell-bent on making your life a living hell.

Lando Norris, the track wunderkind, is fast, talented and above all, unbearably arrogant. With his charming smile and honeyed words, he brings the world down at his feet. And even if it's hard to admit, Lando has a lot of power over you (and not just talking professionally).

He plays jokes on you, teases you, taunts you with that almost world champion smile that, to your misfortune, makes your heart race as fast as his car on a straightaway. Why couldn't he just be like Oscar? A polite nice kid who respects other people's boundaries, time and work. Lando is the opposite. Always trying to stand out, joking around with the other engineers or staff while everyone gives him the attention he needs.

"Moody genius face again?" he says to you something enter your peace, leaning against the dressing room table.

You roll your eyes as you continue to watch the scoreboard on the computer, Lando chuckles and sits in the empty chair across the table with his spare expression.

"And you again with that brain of a five year old. Don't you have anything better to do out there?" you ask as you pick up the papers from the scattered table and put them together.

He smiles, leaning toward you with that look he always uses to tease you.

"If I had it, I wouldn't be here bothering you. Sometimes you're not such a genius" he teases in his little voice.

You ignore him, you keep checking the data of the single-seater, you don't want to know anything more about him. Although you feel him coming and going behind you as you work. Sometimes you even look for him, but you force yourself to look at the screen. Then in a moment, you feel something cold go down your neck. A shiver runs down your back as you feel something wet on your skin. When you turn around, you see Lando's hand with traces of water and your back begin to get wet as you squeal in a low scream.

"Really?" you ask, closing your eyes in exasperation.

"You were too focused. You needed a little fun" he says winking his eye.

You take a deep breath counting to ten so you don't make a scene and push away from your chair, brushing the ice off your shirt as you toss it somewhere. This is too much. You can't let this go on. You don't want to be a sourpuss, as he often says but you're here working so he can win tomorrow and all it does is annoy. Lando is confusing his dealings with you and it makes you feel nervous, anxious, desperate. Maybe because of the idea that you are confusing feelings for him too. This thing of his games, of his jokes is going somewhere else and you don't want to make your favorite place in the world your martyr. So you need to put a stop to this.

"I'm not your friend, Lando" you angrily renege, closing your computer. "I am not either your babysitter" you continue harshly. "Stop playing games and start growing up"

You give him an angry look but he just keeps standing there, in his chair as if nothing happened. His expression doesn't change. He sneers with his gaze. You shake your head in disbelief and decide you'd better get away from him.

You walk to the door and when you try to leave the dressing room, the door won't open. You force the handle, push with your shoulder. Nothing. You check to see if it's locked for some reason but it's not. You force the handle again and all to no avail.

You turn to him angrily.

"Is this another one of your jokes?" you ask in exasperation, you feel all the heat start to rise up your neck.

He raises his eyebrows in amusement.

"I didn't do anything. It's not all my fault, Yn" he mutters with some mockery and that idiot's grin.

You try to open the door again but instead, when you tug, the doorknob comes loose in your hand. Damn it. It can't be. You stare at it as all your ideas shoot out of your head, they're locked in.

Your breathing quickens. The noise from the circuit outside is just a distant murmur. You know the team is busy in the pit lane, on the monitors, anywhere but here. This room is only supposed to be for the drivers and they have privacy here, so it's usually a bit remote and out of everyone's sight. You can't be in here. You have to get out. Right now.

The air in the room seems to get thicker. You feel the walls closing in. Panic begins to seep into your chest. You throw the doorknob to the floor and pound on the door in desperation.

The palms of your hands begin to burn as you keep pounding on the door repeatedly, screaming for help. Your eyes water and you feel the weight in your throat as you swallow saliva. You need to breathe. You need to get out.

"¿Yn?" you hear him ask in the distance when your breathing becomes violent against your chest.

You try to get over it, you try to think of something else but you despair when you see the situation again. You feel like your body is going to faint and you stumble against your own body as you keep banging on the door.

"Hey, hey" his voice is low, firm, he takes your hand from behind and stops you. "Breathe"

Lando spins you around with his hands as you try to push him away but he grabs you around the waist again and pulls you away from the door. Your chest rises and falls violently as your vision blurs, you can barely recognize Lando in your blurred vision.

You try but your pulse races. You look to your sides as you feel your body tremble but his strong hands hold you. You shake your head. You will die in here.

"I-I can't, L-lando" your voice cracks as your lungs begin to burn. Your mind shuts down.

It's as if suddenly all the air has been sucked out of your body and you're under ten meters of ocean. You don't see clarity, you don't feel the air. Your body burns.

"Look at me, Yn" he whispers grabbing your face.

You feel something wet on your cheeks and although you can't think, you know they are your tears. You are desperate. You need to get out.

"Look at me, calm down" he repeats and you shake your head again, you can't see clearly.

His hands wrap around your body and a slight pressure on your lips makes your whole body bristle. Suddenly, his mouth is on yours. You feel the warmth of his mouth embrace yours as his hands wrap around your waist, drawing you to him.

Finally. You sigh for air and your lungs fill with oxygen before you reciprocate his kiss.

The kiss is soft and somewhat sweet. A few seconds later, though, it turns somewhat angry, desperate. It's everything you've both held back, all the hatred, the frustration, the tension built up in every argument, in every stolen glance. The fear. The fear of being here with him, alone, locked up. Of dying here.

The fear of admitting that Lando drives you crazy. But not because of his jokes or his boyishness but because of the attraction you feel for him. You've tried to ignore his teasing, his games, but the charming Lando effect has gotten to you too. And maybe that's why you were trying to keep a boundary with him, this is wrong. But you love it.

You hate that Lando now knows the weakest point in you. But you can't help but want to keep kissing him when his lips melt yours. It's like you've both been waiting for this moment. It's as if it's been planned.

His hands press you against him, as if he wants to melt you into his skin, his mouth continues to devour you as you hang on his neck. Everything is gone. The desperation, the nerves. It's just the two of you. Kissing fiercely in the room while no one else knows. While the whole world outside of you is going on and you two are here and everything else has stopped.

You respond with the same intensity, tangling your fingers in his wavy hair, biting his lip angrily. You feel him push you against the wall, his hands roaming your body urgently. The air between you is pure fire.

When his fingers slip under your shirt, when you rip the zipper off his racing suit, there's no turning back. You've just signed your sentence against the arrogant boy you hate but you can't stop. Not now.

There are no rules, there are no limits, there is no one else in the world but the two of you. And this time, neither one of you wants to stop.

[some-teeth-in-a-trench-coat]

Who knew self-diagnosing NPD would lead to discovering how wildly different my alters' values and priorities are?

One of us started trying to explain why they feel superior to other people and later another read the memory and basically went "what the hell are you on about? No we're superior for a totally difference reason." Turns out we've got really distinct views of what we value most in ourselves and by what metric we do or do not feel that other people are, to put it politely, similar to us.

So far we've found four different favored traits but the issue is figuring out who's got what, since we never bother figuring out who's fronting normally. I might be Jack, but I could also be someone else who's just mirroring Vimes from Discworld, I don't remember how to identify Jack aside from some association to alcohol (check) and a randomized non-American accent (not check but my voice is stolen and came prepackaged with American).

The only one we actually know who it is is Kim, because of course that lad's the first to identify himself. He only seems to care if you're weird, othered, and misunderstood, ideally with some ugly disorder that even most neurodivergents throw under the bus. I really don't care. I don't see why that would matter. What matters about a person is if they've figured out what they really believe in and whether they're actually sure enough to dare stand up for it. What the hell do I care that people think your brain is scary? All that tells me is they're idiots who don't know what a real problem is and oughta mind their own business.

Anyway this is great cuz we've always had a hard time telling the difference beyond vibes, gender feelings, and what memories actually feel like our own, so rarely is there anything distinct that can be easily identified but now we finally have something! It can be a little hard to figure out at first, but it's pretty resistant to moving around cuz you thought about it for too long! I wish we'd discovered this ten years ago!

[narancias-headband]

I'm... Changing...

Here I am. Simping for Giorno?

The neighbors have been fighting constantly and very loudly (it's fun to eavesdrop lmao) but it has put a lil inspiration into my brain...

Imagine working under Don Giorno, only ever knowing him as the Don of Passione. Having climbed the ranks, maybe having some ties to Fugo from his time away from the mafia that got you in and through the ranks quickly. Now you're near the top, working just a few steps under the Don himself.

You end up in Giorno's office early one morning, relieving his previous personal bodyguard from their shift. You're lucky Giorno is more than capable of protecting himself since you're trucking along on a half night's sleep on account of your noisy neighbors.

Of course, Giorno notices your tiredness almost immediately and inquires as to why you're so exhausted. When you explain how your neighbors were up yelling and fighting until the wee hours of the morning, he seems shocked.

"My dear, we really must get you out of there. Someone with your status really has no business in such a place." He was truly concerned for your sleep schedule and quality of life with you electing to remain in your less than lavish apartment.

"Giorno, sir, I appreciate the offer, but I'll just find something after the lease is up. It's really no issue." You smile at him, trying to stop the butterflies in your stomach. He was always polite and overly sweet to you, but you never grew used to it. You couldn't deny your attraction to the Don, but, of course, trying to make a move on your boss was far out of the question.

"There's no need to wait out the lease, [Y/N]," Giorno continues, "Hell, I have the money to pay them for the rest of it. We must get you somewhere more fit for one of my personal right hands."

"It's really no issue, sir. They don't fight every night... Just most of them... And moving is such a hassle." Sure, you'd love to accept his offer, but you felt bad taking such a handout from him. You'd just save up your paychecks and get a nicer place in due time just like anyone else would do.

"Say the word, my darling, and you'll have a team of grunts at your place to carry out the move. I have more than enough manpower."

"And the hunt for a new place is always such a hassle," you say, grasping for straws at any other excuse.

Giorno scans you over, his expression becoming deeply analytical as if he can't fully read you. "Why are you so opposed to accepting my help, [Y/N]?" he asks.

You clear your throat. "It's... It's just a lot of help. I don't want to be a bother to you, Giorno... Sir..."

"The 'sir' is unnecessary," Giorno says with a wave of his hand, "I tell you that all the time. But it's not a struggle for me to help with such a simple thing. I offered it to you, and I am more than capable of fulfilling my offer." Giorno's face is expressionless now, completely unreadable.

"I-I know you can," you try to nervously do damage control, hoping desperately that you hadn't inadvertently insulted your boss. "I just don't want to ask for something like that from you."

"Why not?" Giorno's gaze softened, though it was still breathtaking to be speared with those brilliant green eyes. "I want to do this for you. I wish to use my power to take care of the people that matter to me."

You open your mouth again, but let it shut. You're stunned. Do you really matter so much to him? You feel your cheeks turn red and you shift your gaze to your feet. You nod slightly, barely enough to be seen.

"Is that a yes?" Giorno asks. You nod a bit more noticeably, but keep your head down. A smile spreads across his face. "Perfect. How soon would you like to start? We have a spare room here," he begins to ramble, a bout of excitement rushing over him, "Or... If you'd like... I do have space at my place for another."

[violetnotez]

Haaaaiiii! I don't know if you've done this before, but can you do a headcanon with Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki, and Kaminari (separately) dating a slim thicc reader who's waaaaay to kind to everyone for her own good? Sorry if that was specific lol. It just suits my life.

HC: Slim Thicc + Overly Nice Reader | BNHA

Music Genre: Pop | BNHA

Characters: Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki

Warnings: cursing, suggestive content

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Shop Owner Note: The fuq how did you describe me in four words lmaoooo-I really liked this idea alot!!!!! Also I only did Bakugo, Izuku and Shoto caus emy brain got fried, so hope thats okay!

Midoriya

THIS GIF ISNT APART OF THE HC AT ALL I JUST FOUND IT AND NOW IM FEELING SOME TYPE OF WAYYYY😳😳

Midoriya most definitely drink his respect women juice

He was raised by his mother after all

BUT

doesnt mean the boy cant be a little perverted-

He just loves your body!!!!!

How can he NOT love everything about it, from the way your school tights slightly squeeze your thighs to the point where he feel like he cant breath

Or when you wear his shirts and its tighter around the chest and flowy around you waist

Mmmmmm lets not forget your hero suit- this man would probably kiss the shoes of the person who made your suit

Cause DAMN they really made it as tight as possible and he just loves it sm

Lets be real this dude has probably popped a boner by accident just thinking about your hero suit 😶

ANYWAYS 💀💀💀💀

He is very much respectful about you and keeps his raging hormones horniness to himself

He is ALWAYS making sure you feel comfortable in your relationship, whether its from holding hands to cuddling, he will always make sure you give your consent

Now, when it comes to your kindness, this is something Midoriya probably loves the most about you

But he does find it really concerning when he notices you say “yes” to everything somebody asks you to do for them

And running yourself down, not looking as energetic as yourself

He is very observant, so he notices little things that signal you are little overwhelmed 

Like your clothes arent as perfectly ironed as they used to be, you seem to be forgetting your own things while remembering to bring everybody else’s, your smile seems strained, and you just look stressed

He is so incredibly empathetic- it pains him to his s/o look so distraught 

It does anger him a bit that these people can so easily take advantage of you, and not even care that you arent feeling your best because of what they asked of you

But he swallows down the anger, offering to help you with whatever you need at your dorm room

He tries to make it as stress free as he possibly can, bringing your favorite snacks and playlist of music to calm your mind

But at some point hed give you a very gentle talk,,,,

He knows you havent been feeling too great, whether you deny it or not, and he wants you to know that its perfectly okay to not say “yes” to every person

He knows you mean well and you want to help everyone out of the generosity of your heart, and he loves that about you

But you as a person are important, and you come first over anyone

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Bakugo

Like Midoriya, just LOVES your body

Like cmon, how can he NOT

Dude is a ass+boob man change ma mind 

At first he deifnitely denies it-

Him??? Stare at your ass??? Pshh he was looking at the oven baka, if anything your ass was blocking his view-

You would know you caught him red handed cause he face would get redder than Momo’s hero suit and he would actually stutter—-

Which would make him extrmeely annoyed and he’d be cussing a storm+be in a grumpy mood for an hour or two

But once you two get more comfortable in your relationship-

NO HOLDING BACK

He will have use every opportunity to just be meannnn

And by mean

I mean turn slapping your ass into some sick game

Like if you dont yelp and cuss him out whats the point?

Once he slapped you so hard he legit left his big ass hand print on your butt cheek and you were about to slap his smug ass back....

But off a 50ft building  🙃

Also a big softie too

Like when you to cuddle he loves cuddling into your chest 🥺🥺

To him it’s just so comfyyyyyyyyyy

Honestly, Bakugo can’t understand at all how you can be so nice to people

It confuses him???? But he finds it really....nice???

Like half the stuff you do for people Bakugo wouldn’t ever dream of doing

He knows he’d either give that person an intimidating, dirty look or just laugh at them, cause yeah right he’d waste his time with their stupid problems

Ouchhhhhhhh

But you are totally different than him-you had a lot more patience and sympathy than he had, always coming to everyone’s rescue it seemed like

He finds it attractive and to him, it confuses the hell out of him how he does

But what bothers him is how much time you spend away from him

He won’t ever admit it, but he feels lonely when you’re not around

And what’s even worse-is by the time you do hang out with him, your too tired to even properly pay attention to him after running around and doing everything for everyone else

Bakugo the Attention Whore

One day this dude would have enough, as he’s been getting the bad end of the stick for a good couple of weeks——

He just barges into were ever your at, and doesn’t give to shits what so everrrrr

Bakugo has one mission in mind: getting his s/o back

Wouldn’t acknowledge anyone but you, grabbing your wrist and yanking you out of the room even if your protesting with him

“The hell are you doing Bakugo, let go-“

“No 😠”

“Pleaseeeeeee I was in the middle of working on something-“

“I said NO 😠😠😠”

Angry Pomeranian Activated

Once stop dragging you until he locks you in his room, forcing you to hear him out

He HATES being emotional or open, but at that, he starts spilling his guts through gritted teeth and choppy sentences,,

Saying that you waste too much time in thise “extras”, that they don’t deserve as much time as you give them, and that you have more “important” things than do all their work for them

*cough cough him being the more important thing

But hoenstly, you feel a little bad for him,,,,,

So you compromise with him and promise you’ll spend more time on him

He’s pretty happy with that,

but now he takes it one step further to make sure you deifnitely have enough time to hang out with him

If he’s around when someone asks you for help, he’ll cut them off and lie straight theough his teeth, saying you two have a “date” and squeezing you close to him with an iron grip

“Wait-Bakugo-we didnt have a date planned-“

“Tsch, now we do-“

Shoto Todoroki

I have said this timeeee and timeeee againnnn

But Shoto really is the definition of innocence

So really, it wouldn’t ever dawn on him on how killer his s/o’s body is

He’s just kinda like....yeah I know they have a butt and chest? Doesn’t everyone?😶

This poor Boi someone help him

It only really sets it after a few months of being together that he’s actually really, really in love with your body

Like how did he never notice how good you look in leggings?

Or how soft and comfortable your chest is?

And why does he want you to squeeze him with your thighs? 😳

Hormones are ragingggggg

And also veryyyyyyyy protective over you

Shoto is very observant and quiet in social situations, usually opting to check out his surroundings instead of trying to be sociable

So he’ll catch from time to time classmates commenting on you and your figure, and it never sits very well with him

At first when these incidences happened he was very conflicted, not understanding this intense jealousy and need to protect you

But after a while of contemplating his feelings, he understood it was because he was protective of you

And ohohoohohoh

This man is PROTECTIVE

He does little things you would never reallly notice until you actually do

Like when he takes you home after hanging out or a date, he lingers a little longer outside your door to make sure you’re inside safely

Or when you’re walking together he will make sure your walking inside the street and away from the cars

Also has a tendency to grab your waist or your hand when a group of men come your way

He just gets paranoid okay 🥺🥺🥺

And because he’s so protective, he doesn’t practically like that you’re being taken advantage of sometimes because of your kindness

Especially when it comes to other men

On a few occasions Shoto has spotted you in a sticky situation with a guy who was being a little too close for comfort

It would make you uncomfortable of course, you had a boyfriend you already loved a lot-

but you felt kind of bad just being a total bitch to this guy who desperately wanted a chance

So you’d just awkwardly laugh and smile with their stupid pick up lines, trying your best to be polite but also show you weren’t interested

But Shoto at this point has radar for when your in trouble, and just pops out of nowhere 💀

He’s not the type to flaunt his relationship by impulsively kissing you or anything like that, but he’ll show it in subtle ways

Like calling you “dear” or wrapping his arm around your waist

Honestly, the look of pure relief and comfort in your face shows more than Shoto could have ever done,,,

And that Shoto was deifnitely someone that was more than just a “guy fiend” and soemthing like that

Also Shoto would give them a look that could kill and that instantly scares the shit out anyone lmao

These dudes faces would deflate like balloons real quick, cause at this point everyone knows who Shoto Todoroki is

And how the hell can they compete with that

Instant “oh shit my bad” type energy

After those incidents, Shoto locks down way harder

He practically has you glued to his side, and he doesn’t let go

Like at all

Get used to it cause for the rest of the day Shoto is gonna be following you around like some body guard 💀

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[alirhi]

This is oddly fun lol

Let's see how many of these I can churn out before I get distracted or need a break! (pff. like I need an excuse to watch the show again. Despite its flaws, I really, really love TFATWS, guys)

Without further ado, let's get down to it!

Episode 2: The Star-Spangled Man

I'm pretty sure I'm on record when it comes to my undying hate for John Walker, yes? So obviously, Bucky's grumpiness 100% stays 😂

I'm not really a fan of how much emphasis they put on the shield. I can see it as a catalyst for Bucky to go confront Sam, yes, but he wouldn't keep going "shield shield shield" like a broken record. Bucky has consistently been shown to be an empathetic man. I can't believe for a second that he'd be barking at Sam about having no right to give up the shield; he'd ask why. Sam's got shit to do, so he'd get impatient and not answer.

"Why'd you give up so easily? If you were overwhelmed, I could've helped you-" "You've been ignoring me. Like now, how you're ignoring me walking away from you." "Well, you weren't texting me about this." "You think I needed your permission?!" "No, but I was right there with Steve while he was learning what it meant to be Cap. I wouldn't mind helping you get used to-" "Then go teach him." A vague gesture toward the "Cap is back" posters. Bucky makes a face. "Steve passed the mantle to you. You fought with him. You earned it. That little shit didn't." "What do you want me to do about it?" "Just tell me why, Sam. I mean it. I just wanna understand." "Not now, Buck. I've got shit to do. You see me heading for a plane right now, right?" "This is important!" "So is this." Sam tells him about the Flag Smashers, we get our silly Big Three/Gandalf conversation.

I'm sorry, but that whole jumping from the plane scene is funny as hell, and I love all the nods they added in to jokes from the press tours that brought us this show in the first place (like ripping the sleeve off his jacket lol). I don't think I'd change a single thing from the Big Three convo to Bucky joining Sam in the warehouse.

"You're doing the staring thing again." "You're staring at your watch," Bucky points out. He knows it's linked to Redwing, he's just pointing out how dumb that line is in that situation. They're there for recon lol. They're meant to be looking around.

I don't...particularly care about the other common gripe here? Meaning, "Bucky's a civilian, so why is he allowed to randomly jump in on a military mission?" Bucky's also known in this universe as an Avenger, just like Sam, so I don't think anyone would really bat an eye at him joining. Also, I have my own agenda related to Bucky's apparent freedom to walk in and out of military/government things.

What does bug me (as funny as it is) is Bucky's animosity toward Redwing. Again... Bucky is a certified nerd. Always has been. If anything, he'd be fascinated by Redwing and Sam would constantly have to slap him away because he's leaning in too close trying to see the tiny watch monitor. "I don't trust Redwing" is just old man griping "I don't trust your newfangled technology" and that... that's not Bucky.

And that "we're not assassins" dig, and then laughing when Bucky gets upset? That's not Sam. Both of these men have shown a remarkable amount of empathy, and Sam has a background in helping traumatized vets. If he cared enough about Bucky to be texting him after Steve left, he'd care enough not to make callous jokes about his time as The Winter Soldier, whether he knows the full story or not.

The fight on top of moving trucks looks cool, but makes no logical sense. I keep trying to think of a way to explain this from a story perspective, rather than a lazy "it looks cool!" filmmaking one, and I'm coming up blank. Anyone with half a brain would have pulled over, had the fight, and then taken off. It was a fun sequence, though... Eh. I'll leave it.

When Karli breaks Redwing, Bucky doesn't say "I always wanted to do that." Again, it's funny - I love the jabs about that stupid robo bird XD - but not Bucky. In my version, he smirks and says "You're so gonna regret that."

"You were kinda getting your asses kicked before we got there." Is immediately followed by Bucky staring him down and asking, "And... how did that fight end for you?" Sam adds, "I don't see them in custody. Are-are they following in a van?" He looks around, sarcastically searching for another vehicle. Walker and Hoskins grimace at each other, grudgingly conceding that point.

credit to @dailycelebs

Seeing Walker, and having to listen to his stupid pro-government rhetoric, makes Bucky think about Steve. When we cut from the Flag Smashers back to Bucky and Sam and the closeup of Bucky's pensive face, we hear 1940s Steve angrily telling 1940s Bucky about how the higher ups in the army had already written off the POWs and were going to leave them to die. "I love our country, Buck," he laments, "but what do I do when I'm not too sure anymore about the people who run it?"

"What you always do," is young Bucky's answer, "stand for what's right, not who's in power."

Perfect lead-in to the conversation about handling things themselves.

When Sam meets Isaiah, and hears his story, not only is he horrified and heartsick for him, but he also begins to see Bucky in a new light. He's seeing Bucky's face, the way he tries to hide his emotions and not make this conversation about him, and he's putting things together. He's still upset at being out of the loop, but he's seeing more of the situation than just "omg black super soldier". When Bucky says "he'd already been through enough," Sam asks quietly, "like you?"

The racist cop comes back before Bucky can answer, to arrest him for missing his appointment with Raynor.

ngl guys, I was so moved by the difference in how that cop treated Sam (before knowing he's Important) vs how he treated Bucky (knowing that the government views him as a violent, if pardoned, criminal). He approaches Sam with his hand on his gun, eager to defend Bucky; "is this guy bothering you?" Just because they're having a heated conversation. Then, when he sees that there's a warrant for Bucky, he approaches timidly, apologizes, treats him gently and politely. By "moved," btw, I don't mean "it was so sweet." I mean "this is fucking sick, and very, very realistic." White cops see a white guy and treat him with respect regardless of his actual criminal record, while being openly hostile towards an innocent black man without even knowing who he is, just because he's black. Moments like this made me applaud Spellman.

"You, too, Sam - That wasn't a request" is Sam's first sign that there's something off about Raynor.

Look, again... The couples therapy banter is funny because Sebastian and Anthony are funny, but that scene, from a storytelling and a mental health standpoint, is atrocious. Without some underlying reason behind her actions, Raynor is just a pointlessly terrible therapist.

Rather than insulting Bucky from the outset, Sam is angry with Raynor for violating Bucky's privacy by not only introducing herself as his therapist, but forcing a "couples" session without her patient's consent. With his background pre-Avenging, he knows this shit shouldn't fly. He immediately points out how unprofessional she's being.

Raynor doesn't bother listening - the fuck does she care, really? She shrugs and casually admits it's "slightly unprofessional" but proceeds anyway.

"Whatever's eating at him?" Sam scoffs. "Did you really just say that to a WWII veteran and the world's longest-serving POW with complex PTSD? Did I hear that right? I've had, maybe, like five conversations with this man since we met, and even I know he's been through some shit and-" "Sam," Bucky tries to interrupt, looking uncomfortable. With his crushing guilt, he has an easier time dealing with insults than someone coming to his defense. "No," Sam snaps. "If the HIPAA Slayer over here wants to drag me into this, she's damn well gonna hear what I have to say!" He turns back to Raynor and demands, "Is this how you've been treating him this whole time? Downplaying what he's been through and making a grown-ass man sound like a sulking teenager?" Raynor keeps her cool, but barely. Visibly frustrated and annoyed, she ignores Sam's tirade and tries to force the conversation back onto the track she wants it on. Bucky's embarrassed and doesn't know how to react to any of this, so he still makes that little "he would talk less" jab. Sam, seeing that he's not going to get anywhere with him until they're away from this bitch, glowers and plays along. We get our silly/angry banter.

After their argument with Walker, Sam finally confronts Bucky about what really happened to him.

"He meant HYDRA; HYDRA used to be my people." "Were they?" Sam asks, stopping him and looking him in the eye, not letting him look away or deflect. "Steve was under the impression that they were your captors. I was under the impression that the Wakandans spent two years deprogramming you so no one could use you the way HYDRA did ever again." "I-" Startled, not expecting that, Bucky stutters a little and admits, "Yeah, I... That's true, I guess." "You guess?" "Does it matter? Sam rolls his eyes. "I dunno, does it matter that you were a slave for most of the 20th century?" "I doubt it matters much to my victims." "HYDRA's victims," Sam corrects firmly. "Just like you." Bucky fidgets; he doesn't know what to do or say. No one since Steve has even so much as insinuated that Bucky wasn't 100% culpable for what he did while under HYDRA control. "Look," Sam sighs, "I don't particularly like you. I don't hate you, but I'm not your biggest fan." "...Thanks?" "I just need you to know where I stand-" "Yeah, got it-" "-So you know I'm not biased like Steve when I say you had no choice. I don't know your story, but I know no one flips on a dime from docile and plagued with guilt to an unstoppable killing machine and back without some serious psychological damage behind that. I'm not saying you're an innocent little bunny, but I don't think you're a monster." "Thanks," Bucky croaks, more sincerely this time, and a bit choked up. He clears his throat and looks distinctly uncomfortable as he grumbles, "but to catch these guys, we may need to talk to a monster." Sam cringes. "I was afraid you'd say that."

[aileysmirnov]

Loki x Ailey hc! part 1

I was watching Thor Ragnarok with some friends (over zoom ofc) and then It popped up in my head a conversation that I had with @melyaliz and Alex (ig: shir.0_guru) a while back, and I couldn't shake it off my brain as I was trying to write some other thing. So hopefully writing this down would apace my mind.

TW: Arranged marriage, depictions of emotional/psychological abuse

Summary: Eris and Odin find a solution to what's been threatening their domains, an alliance between 2 of the most powerful families, but Ailey and Loki don't seem so keen about it.

Disclaimer/notes: Ailey is my OC! You can learn more about her in here!

Ailey has finally been reunited with most of her family and entered the realm of gods in this AU.

Samaras is the last name of the Eris family, they are rulers of Thera (Eris kingdom) and each member bears a royal title.

Ailey is the only demi-goddess in her family, Demigods are seen as shameful in this AU and usually they have a birthmark and a weakness that distinguishes them as such. In Ailey's case is her golden rose hair once she transforms in her god-form and her weakness is her allergy to gold, it practically burns her skin, debilitates her magic and herself, is like kryptonite for her.

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The only reason they even know about the other, is because of their parents: Eris had been in conflict with Ares lately, and one of his recent attacks greatly debilitated her army and Odin had trouble with a few of the realms under his command forming complots against him and the safety of Asgard.

Both rulers found themselves in need of the other: Odin had the greatest warriors and military at his service, and Eris being the goddess of discord could easily rise or disipate any conflict that may come her way (except for Ares ofc), an easy way in or out of war.

And so, they decided to form an alliance; But Odin being the wise men he is, knew better than to trust blindly in the goddess of chaos, after all...Eris was known for being a backstabber who acted only to beneficiate her own interests.

To prevent that, Odin decided to make the alliance under the condition that one member of the Samaras family must marry the second son: Loki, God of mischief. And so, Eris agreed and offered her youngest daughter: Ailey goddess of ruin and folly.

God it was an absolute mess since the beginning!

Frigga was the one to inform Loki, who immediately went to Odin to protest, but like always his father ignored him, shutting him down by comparing him to his brother and how he would do anything to protect Asgard but Loki was being selfish.

Ailey in the other hand was kept ignorant of such decision and only knew about it a few hours before the engagement party began and only because a servant accidentally told her.

She was furious and much like Loki tried to protest but Eris couldn't care less about her daughter's opinion.

Ailey could rage all she wanted, Eris wasn't even paying attention, the only thing she was accomplishing was in making her angry.

—Child, I think you tend to forget your place in this world, you see: among humans you might be...special but in here... you're just an idiot with too much privilege—Eris had a way with words that could make them feel like poison, creeping in to the insecurities of one's heart.

—If it weren't for me and your brothers, you would be Hera's new toy, so please remember, dear. You not only owe me but to your brothers and this kingdom as well.

Ailey headed back to her room feeling ashamed and angry, she felt her mother's words had some truth in them, seeing as how different she was viewed here in comparison to the human realm.

When the time came for the engagement party and for Ailey and Loki to meet for the first time, is fair to say neither of them were in a good mood.

Even though deep inside they knew both of them didn't have any say in the matter and were pretty much in the same situation; they still felt irrationally mad at each other, that's why since the moment they met to the end of the ceremony they would throw little passive-aggressive remarks at each other.

She viewed him as a pretentious asshole, and He saw her as a spoiled brat.

Almost near the end of the celebration and no announcement had been made so Eris took it upon herself to throw them into the spotlight.

—I believe you two have something important to share with all of us—her face was smiling but her eyes were threatening.

Ailey bit the inner side of her cheek, rolled her eyes as she turned to face Loki who only gave an exasperated sigh before speaking in a monotone voice

—Do you want to marry me?—he didn't even bothered to get on one knee and just extended the ring for her to take.

Ailey felt tempted to say "no" and walk away gracefully but doing that would probably have a negative impact on Thera, so after a long pause she answered.

—Whatever—and put the ring on, herself.

Clearly a good start :) .

I think they didn't saw each other that much afterwards and when they did it was mostly for wedding arrangements in which they continued with the passive-aggressive comments but this time about everything the other would pick.

The mood was so uncomfortable every time they were together everyone around them was like:

I think that sometimes they would have moments where they realize they had been too harsh with the other and would tone it down a little but treating each other like that was the only way of protest that was allowed for them.

Specially for Loki since he constantly had to travel to Thera bc for some reason unknown to him Ailey refused to go to Asgard, which only made his negative opinion on her grow.

In his mind, it was probably because she thought she was too good for Asgard but the reality was: Asgard is practically a death sentence for Ailey since 90% of every building in there was made of gold.

But she will never tell him that.

I think their first "moment of closeness" came to be purely out of the realization neither of them had any option other than get married or see their domains destroyed.

So, they decided to call it a truce: both would play along with the whole marriage fiasco for a while until things died down and then they could divorce and pretend they never even met.

And so, the passive-aggressive comments slowly died down, not that they started acting like lovers all of a sudden, instead they acted like they were just... co-workers or something.

They would greet each other in a formal manner and then only talked about the arrangements and left, nothing else.

But then, inevitably they started to get closer.

It was something so gradual none of them really knew how it happened.

It started off with small comments about decoration ideas for the venue, it turns out they both had quite the interest in interior design.

Eventually those small comments became lengthy conversations about which combination of colors would look the best.

When it came down to learning about the nobility attending the wedding on each side, both would spend a little more time together. Studying the proper way on how to address them and their interests all for the possibility in forming new alliances.

But I feel like instead they would roast the hell out of them, like they would be going through a list of the Asgardian nobility that were to attend and Ailey would just point at a picture of a random Asgardian noble and go: "Oh. My. God. what is he even wearing?"

And Loki would try to force back a smile or a laugh but eventually he would just give in and start joining Ailey in the roasting.

They also have a very similar sense of humor, but Ailey is just more blunt and open about it while Loki isn't, I feel like most of the time he has genius comebacks to stupid comments people make but he's a gentleman and normally just keeps it to himself or would only say it in a polite but slightly aggressive manner, so when Ailey just bluntly says something similar to what he was thinking he can't help but laugh a bit (he won't admit to it though)

Other things Ailey and Loki have in common is their love for drama and spectacle, while Ailey is more of a ballet/dance-based plays person, she understands Loki’s enthusiasm for theater and books even sharing some of it herself.

Not only they enjoy these things, but they also found comfort in them: For Ailey ballet began as something her mother forced upon her but transformed in an outlet for her emotions and a way to connect and control her powers.

For Loki theater was a form of escapism since he was a child, every time he felt like he didn’t belong he found a safe place in countless stories of the misunderstood heroes.

This only makes their bond grow deeper; up until this point they never had anyone to talk to about their interests in such depth, so now they talk all the time about it, sometimes they would surprise themselves looking forward to the next meeting just to gush about a new play or book they just saw or read.

I feel like Loki might’ve even lend Ailey some copies of his favorite books and Ailey as a “thank you” decided to sneek out with him to the human realm to watch "Tristan und Isolde".

Everyone is able to notice the change in attitude of these two, especially Thor who only had heard about the girl but could tell how happy she made him every time Loki would mention her.

And he was happy for his brother but felt curious about his soon to be sister-in-law.

So, it was only natural when Thor asked Loki if he could tag along the next time he went to Thera.

He said no.

Thor went anyways.

When Ailey met him, she could only think about one thing: "he himbo" which she thought was cute btw.

Thor could see why Loki liked this girl so much, they were practically the same, which he found sweet yet amusing.

—Lady Ailey, a pleasure to meet you, mi brother has told me a lot about you!—he stated.

—Really?!—Ailey questioned directing an incredulous glance at Loki. 

—He asked­—Loki tried to defend himself by downplaying his brother statement. 

—No, I didn’t.—Thor retaliated with a mocking smile, he could tell his brother felt embarrassed so he decided to tease him a bit more. 

—In fact, he won’t shut up about you. 

—That’s not true, he’s just.. 

—No, he’s all the time saying Ailey this, Ailey that. It peaked my curiosity and so here I am… 

—Brother, Could you shut up?—Ailey could only smile and hold back a laugh at the brothers spontaneous quarrel. 

Truth is she thought it was sweet of Loki to talk about her with his brother. And teases him about it afterwards.

I think Thor might talk privately with Ailey and would ask her to take care of his brother. 

—I know Loki can be a bit…difficult, but have patience with him, I can tell he really likes you. 

And Thor was correct, Loki really did like her. But it might take a while for him to come to terms with his feelings, and would only manifest in small gestures towards Ailey, like: tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, subconsciously offering his arm for her to take as support when walking down the stairs, placing a hand on the small of her back as guidance whenever they were in a crowded space, sneaking small glances at her, etc.

Overall, he starts acting a lot softer with her, a lot more caring.

Ailey might be a bit oblivious to this (since she’s only used to overly sexual advances and has a difficult time understanding genuine affection), but she appreciates it none the less.

And both might even find themselves thinking that maybe…just maybe spending the rest of their lives together isn’t a bad idea after all.

[marchioness-caprina]

*:..｡o○Ruishiro Takizaku○o｡..:*

Basic : Ruishiro Takizaku a 18 Year Old Hero Apprentice who Works under the Under Hound Agency. He has a height of 6'2 with a lean and muscular build, He Prefers to Be Called Rui instead of His First Name. His Hero Name is ' Morphicus '

Appearance : He Is a Rather intimidating Young Man; if his Height and Build isn't enough to scare people then The Sharp and seemingly permanent glare he'd usually show would do the trick. He has a pair of Transparent eyes which reflects the Purest Color of an Amethyst, Short Ashy Blue Hair that's usually Styled in a Messy and Lazy Manner. He has Ear Piercings on both ears and his Fingers are filled with stainless steel Rings. His usual attire consist of a Black Button Up shirt, Black Jeans and a High Collared Jacket and finally Heavy Combat Boots. His Expressions are Rather complex but the most prominent Expression he wears is the usual Death Glare that never seems to disappear or the infamous ' Stone cold Bitch Face '

Personality : Though He may Seem Cold and Distant at First especially with his Intimidating Expression; You Better hope it stays That way because he is actually an Asshole at Heart. He's Sarcastic, Brutal and Cruel with his Words and He wouldn't even care what that person's Status is may it be a president, the no. Hero, a Family Member or His Lover, It wouldn't matter. This Trait of His Gets Him into a Lot of Unnatural Trouble since it's his Nature to be argumentative and Hostile and he seems to have a hidden world of Remarks to match his Wits. But during One of the Very Rare moments where his Asshole meter has reduced half way he is actually very Sweet but has an odd way of showing it. He lives for the chase and it's one of it. Generally he is like any human being, Complex. But if the situation calls for it he is polite and respectful to those People he hasn't formed a solid opinion for yet. If you want annoying then go To Rui; He Tests People's wits and Irritates them unconsciously just to see where their True Feelings Lies; He has a big brain so his analytical skills is beyond average, he is observant and knows How to Manipulate a situation that's being laid in front of him. So being an actor, lying and charming his way in is not a big deal.

Quirk : Umbra Morphology; The Ability To Morph into Something Inhumane By the use of Darkness or Any objects that Holds the Color 'Black'. When the Ability is used; Black Sticky Viscous Substance will crawl onto the User's Chosen Body Part for Transformation and slowly Consume that Body Part while Forming the desired form of the User. But the color stays on and unchangeable.

How it was acquired/ Small backstory: in the First Place He was deemed Useless by Society and was lesser than Trash Meaning; He was Quirkless. His Family was surprisingly accepting of his current state but He Himself did not Like how low he had stood with the constant Mockery of those people who had quirks. He wanted to acquire his own Quirk. He wanted to acquire Power for Himself and Show everyone that he was worth something and because of this selfish desire of His He began to search desperately; He searched up the Black web and Looked for any possible ways to acquire power without Having a Quirk. Sure there were sites that offered to use his body as a Lab Rat but that may possibly get him killed. So he kept searching and searching until he stumbled onto a site that offered a Mystery Box. It was Cheap; Too cheap that it was suspicious but he was curious. He wanted to know what was inside, could it be a gadget that could grant him Power? Could it be body parts instead? Whatever it is ; something urged him to buy it. And that's where he slowly began to ruin his own Life.

Fast Forward to a Few Days; The package arrived and to his utter Disappointment it was a price of Paper in a Box. He paid for something like this. A paper.... No a contract, a Black eerie paper that had letters written with white ink. He later decided that the Site he bought it from was a scam because when he searched it up again; There was nothing. He didn't bother reading the paper at all. And one night when he was answering his Assignments, his eyes drifted towards the black paper on his desk and when he took a closer look the words were not in the language that he spoke of. It was an ancient language; that's all he could confirm but judging by the output it really was a contract . So thinking that it would be fun he signed the contract and that's where things began to get scary ( I'll skip the other stuff)

He Later found out that The contract he signed was a Contract to be a Vessel of The Demon Of Darkness Umbrachus, A demon that had forced Rui To Accept it in his Body now his Body isn't his own. Sure Rui was happy to know that he had a 'quirk' now but later when he found out what price he needed to pay was the cause of his mass destruction. He had plunged himself on his own demise. The Demon craved the Flesh of and Blood of Humans and it forced Rui to eat Raw Flesh. Umbrachus was a demon associated with Wrath, Pride and Greed so if any of those emotions are triggered by Rui then there's a high chance of Umbrachus Gaining Control of his body. The Demon was Toying with Rui; Umbrachus Started Manipulating Rui's surroundings and giving him Hallucinations. Rui feard sleeping because Umbrachus could gain Control over his body whole he was passed out. And Finally Rui had enough when Umbrachus had nearly Killed His Younger sister due to Hunger; With the incident taking Place Rui Fled. He Fled and Lived in the streets, He fought the demon with all his might and when he was at his wits that's where Hellhound appeared to his rescue. Hell Hound runs a Hero Agency called Under Hound. And this Agency isn't just associate with heroes. They are also Masters of the Occult so Hell Hound who was in a similar situation as Rui took Pity on the Boy and Took him to His Agency where Rui was Given Proper Training to Control the Demon. And soon Rui was given a chance to become a Hero; not a Hero for the public or media but a Hero of The Night. A Hero Who Kills Villains not arrest them.

Trivia Facts

* He Has a Very Bad Sweet tooth And is a Fan of Spicy Food.

* He Was Given a Choice to change his name but he Kept it That way because he Thinks Being called Rui is Cool

* Has a Soft Spot For Dogs

* After Umbrachus Forcefully shared his Body he lost the ability to use Chopsticks and whenever he tries to use them he gets frustrated since it always slips.

* He may Not Look it But he is actually a Big Fan of Sappy Love stories but after Umbrachus entered his Body he started liking Hard Core Gore.

* He used to be Slender and Lanky but Having a Demon inside him had it's Perks.

* He prefers Convenience Store Food Over 5 star Meals.

* He is Bisexual

* He May Have Sadistic Tendencies . He blames it on Umbrachus but Umbrachus spoke otherwise.

* He's an Asshole But He respects Independent women; He was raised by only his Mother being present so he was Disciplined strictly .

* It is mentioned that he is a Fan of Sappy Love stories so surprisingly he is actually very romantic and loving if he ever finds a Lover.

* He is a Master of Lying but He prefers the Truth over lies since he is used to Saying unfiltered insults Opinions.

* A Seafood addict

* He may or May Not be Into Witchcraft

* Can speak Fluent Bullshit

* He can Form Umbra Claws, or even sink himself into the darkness to come deal his presence so he is mostly sent on stealth missions because of this advantage.

* Babies Creep Him out. Don't Ask. It just Does.

* He can't smile for shit and when he tries it comes out as a mocking smirk or a sadistic grin.

* Has Perfect control. Over his Facial expressions but tends to keep it Monotoned and Bitch-Like.

* An actual Dork and Goes to Animal Cafe

* a Fan of Musicals Especially Phant of the Opera.

* Surprisingly has Good Singing Voice

* If he's not pissing anyone off then he's flirting with someone without noticing it.

* Can Cook a whole feast but eats Cup noodles instead.

* Owns 2 large bookshelves filled with Books he never reads. Or even has the patience to read one.

* Has a Dog Named Cat.

* He claims to be allergic to the cold so his clothes are mostly sweaters, jackets, hoodies, anything thats warm. Even if it's in the middle of the summer with everyone sweating bullets you'll see him walking around casually with heavy clothes on.

* He has a mild Disdain for overconfident brats with flashy Quirks.

* Shameless with his Opinions

* Likes Blueberries

* Fast Food is his Only Food.

Note: I don't Exactly Have a Drawn Picture of Him since I'm still Contemplating a Few Details but I did make a Rough Appearance Idea of Him in Picrew. This Picture is Not Mine To own I'm just showing you guys what he'd Mostly Look Like. The art belongs to a Talented Artists with a Bright Future ahead. If you know them. Then give them my regards and Thanks ^^ . I Repeat This is Just an Example ^^ the Picture is NOT mine.

Extra Note : If You Have a Few Questiona for him then Don't Hesitate to Mention Him in your Ask ^^ . You are Free to Interact with him.

[yoosungiib]

Hi I have a request where they meet the MC's parents and see how they insult her I'm sorry if it's a bother I'm so scared to ask for an request you don't have to do it again sorry if it's a bother

Please don’t ever be scared to send in a request. I love to write for you guys and I love to hear what you guys think. And don’t worry about ever bothering me with a request. I’ll write whatever people send into me unless it really is something I am uncomfortable with, but that rarely happens. I hope you enjoy this, and I really hope this doesn’t happen to you. Feel free to message me if you need to talk, or just want someone to listen to you vent.

RFA + Minor Trio reacting to a female MC’s parents insulting her

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★ Yoosung ★

Yoosung was already very nervous about meeting your parents; what if he said the wrong thing, what if they didn’t like him, what if he farts by accident and it’s really loud and smelly?

All these possibilities were floating around in his brain as he awkwardly shook your dads hand and sat down in the booth.

After about three minutes of awkward silence, things began to go well as Yoosung started talking about work as a vet, and bonded with your dad who also happened to play LOLOL.

But then you knocked over your drink. There was hardly anything left but it made a small mess getting the napkins wet.

Yoosung straight away went to help you but stopped cold when your mother began to shout at you.

“You stupid girl! Can you do anything without making a mess? God, sometimes I wonder if I raised a human or monkey.”

“You’re lucky your soda didn’t get on my pants. They are worth more than your entire life,” your father spat.

Your parents made a huge mistake criticizing you though.

Yandere mode: a c t i v a t e d

“It was an accident,” Yoosung snarled as his face scrunched up in anger. He stood up straight, glaring down at your parents, who were still clearly agitated, but a little uncomfortable now under Yoosung’s gaze. “How could you treat your own daughter so terribly. We’re in public and everyone can hear how ill-mannered you guys are. I hate to know what you guys are like at home.”

He grabbed your arm and purse, and pulled you from the booth, keeping you in front of him and away from your parents as they rose and tried to get you guys to sit back down.

“No. You will not come near her, ever again. Not unless you guys learn how to respect her.

“I won’t let you touch her again, so heed my warning, don’t come looking for her,” he warns.

May have also made a comment about your dads guild being shit.

In the cab back home, Yoosung frowns as he watches you stare aimlessly out the window with your head pressed against the glass. He could see a glimpse of your reflection and the couple tears that slipped down it. He thought he maybe was a little extreme telling your parents they couldn’t see you again, but as he sees it, you are much better without them anyways.

He grins a little when he sees you smile as he wraps his arms around your waist and gently pulls you to him. He rests your back against his chest and keeps you close and steady as the car bumps up and down. He kisses just below your ear and whispers, “I’m always going to protect you. I may look small but I’m fierce.”

♪ Zen ♪

Oh, hell no.

He went through this with his parents so he knows how it feels.

Your parents made comments about you holding him back, teased you for your appearance, made fun of your job, called you stupid, pointed out any insecurity you may have.

Zen was livid.

The second he sees the tear slip down your face he is up and arms, shouting at your parents for being so disrespectful towards you and for dare making such a rude comment about you.

If they weren’t at a pub filled with people, Zen may have made a bigger scene then he did, but he didn’t want to embarrass or draw attention to you.

He could see you breaking down, so he didn’t want to make things worse.

“There is a special place in hell for parents who take pleasure out of making their children feel bad about themselves,” he spits at them, slamming his drink on the table. He tosses some money at a confused bartender and pulls you from the pub, ignoring the shouts from your parents as they demand you to come back.

Outside the pub, unable to hold in any of your tears you let out a wretched sob and collapse against Zen’s chest.

He coo’s to you gently, wrapping his arms around you and rubbing your back. He nestles his face on the top of your head, and he rocks you back and forth.

“I-I’m so sorry, Zen, that was so humiliating, I didn’t think they would do that, and-”

“What are you apologizing for? This isn’t your fault. And I swear, MC, I will make sure they never insult you again.”

You let out a small laugh into his chest. “You can’t do that. They’re my parents.”

“I don’t care. That doesn’t give them the right to treat you so poorly.

“You know everything they said in there is untrue, right? You don’t hold me back, you’re not pathetic, you’re not stupid. I hope you didn’t believe them for a second.”

He took you home after that and asked Jumin for a favor; he needed your parents to get the message that their behavior towards you would not be tolerated. And after Zen explained to Jumin what happened, Jumin was more than willing to help. The two of them drafted a letter with a threat of legal actions if they ever tried to insult you again. It was made very clear it would be marked as harassment.

Zen refused to tell you what made your parents stop being cruel to you all of a sudden. He didn’t want you to be upset knowing he decided to take a sort of legal action. But he couldn’t bare to see you so upset like you were at the bar. He was willing to do anything, including talking to the person he hated the most and using money to get rid of a problem.

❀ Jaehee ❀

At first, when Jaehee saw how nervous you were after inviting your parents for lunch at the cafe, she thought it had to do with her.

Why would you be so nervous about asking your parents over for dinner if it wasn’t that you were somewhat concerned with them meeting her?

But then when your parents sat down at the small table by the window and were nibbling at their treats did Jaehee realize just why you were so nervous.

Your parents were mean.

Every second it seemed they hurled an insult at you, which you just took with a grain of salt.

You’d smile and awkwardly laugh, then look at Jaehee and mouth to her it’s fine. You could see Jaehee was getting a little worked up, and Jaehee could see just how you too were becoming unsettled.

Jaehee completely lost it after the homophobic remarks.

“We brought you so many young and handsome men, and yet you always went for women. I don’t know where I went wrong sometimes.”

Your father’s ignorance struck a chord in both of you. You let out an exasperated sigh as you excused yourself, Jaehee quickly following after you.

“Why do you stand for this?” she asks, confusion written clearly on her face.

You just shrug and try to pass off like it didn’t upset you, but Jaehee could see that it did just that. “They’ve always been like this. You get used to it. Let’s just get this done and then we won’t have to see them until our wedding.”

“Will they even come?”

Your breath hitched slightly, and you gasped a little when Jaehee left you in the backroom to go back out to your parents. You thought she was going to sit down and just do as you suggested, but you suddenly heard Jaehee snapping at your parents. You came back out from the backroom and watched as Jaehee confronted your parents on their behaviors.

“Do you not see how much you upset your daughter? She may take this abuse from you, but I won’t. I am going to ask you politely to please leave our cafe and I suggest that you guys do not come back. You are not welcome here. Not if you’re going to treat my fiance like this.”

And with a huff, your parents left.

Jaehee sighed as she walked back towards you, gently taking your hand in hers.

“I hope I did not upset you just then, but you shouldn’t let them talk to you like that. You don’t deserve it.”

“I don’t know, sometimes I think that they might-”

“MC,” Jaehee warned, her hand resting on your shoulder tenderly. “You don’t deserve it.”

☂ Jumin ☂

Jumin had booked reservations at the most elegant of restaurants in Korea for meeting your parents.

He wanted to make a good impression, and he wanted to them to know how happy he was to be married to their daughter. He wanted your parents to know how happy he was about bringing them into his family.

The dinner was going really well until your mother made a crude comment that was enough to make Jumin cough on his wine; “I can only wonder just how good my daughter is in your bed for you to stay married to her. I can not think of a single achievement that would make you want to be with her.”

Jumin was very quick to your defense.

Though he was incredibly shocked and surprised that any parent would say such an inappropriate thing about their child, he needed to make it very clear to your mother he would not allow her to make such comments, and he would make it very clear just why he married you.

“You clearly do not know your daughter very well then. She has achieved very much in her life. And to think you think I would stoop so low as to only marry some for a ‘good bed’, you are dead wrong. I married your daughter for their kind heart, their compassion, their desire to help others, and her beauty. I will not allow you to sit there and insult her. Certainly not after I’ve paid a lot of money to fly you guys here and to have a nice dinner with you. So I suggest you apologize this moment or this dinner will be done, and you can have your bags packed and be ready to leave by the hour. It is your choice.

“Oh, and as for our sexual activities since you are so curious; Kitten knows how to please her master well.”

Both your parents huffed before begrudgingly apologizing. Jumin was about to say something about it not being sincere enough, but you had stopped him, and gave him a small smile.

That night you thanked him by the window, the dull light from the moon shining down on you guys,  wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.

“No need to thank me, darling. I am your husband and I will defend you whenever someone does you wrong.”

☺ Seven/Saeyoung ☺

Anger is an understatement.

The bubbly 707, Defender of Justice, was gone in a heartbeat the second the first insult came tumbling out of your fathers mouth.

Before he could react, your mother was spatting another one, startling you as she snapped.

Seven was a little… flabbergasted.

What surprised him the most was though you would get startled, you wouldn’t react. You’d just smile and nod your head, keeping your gaze down. Seven let out an exasperated laugh, leaning across the table at the 90’s dinner towards your father.

“I’m sorry, but who the hell do you think you are talking to?”

Your father rose an eyebrow, taking a bite of his food. “My daughter. I have the right to tell her just how I feel, and if I feel she is being a pig, I’ll say so.”

In a heartbeat, Seven grabbed your father’s wrist, twisting it until it made a snapping noise and your father let out a howl. 

You were in shock, 

Your mother let out a scream.

“I don’t think so,” Seven said, a grave tone to his voice. “I’ll tell you this now. If you think you can get away with how you talk to your daughter.” He twisted the wrist a little more, a few more cracking sounds made. “You are dead wrong.”

He released your father’s wrist and laughed as the man writhed in pain. Your father and your mother quickly rush out of the dinner, leaving you and Seven.

Seven turned to you, giggling softly as he wrapped his arms around you.

“S-Seven, don’t you think that was a bit too much?”

“No. I think I should have done a lot more, but we are in public.”

“But Seven, they’re my parents-”

“Therefore they should treat you with respect. Now come on, let’s enjoy our dinner. We can go home after and have a movie marathon with Saeran! How about that?”

You smiled softly, resting your head on Seven’s shoulder, and allowed him to feed you. He was right, you did deserve respect. And you were sure as hell glad you had such a wonderful boyfriend to remind you.

❆ V ❆

V had met your parents before, without you, and they always seemed like wonderful people. So he didn’t understand why you were so upset that he invited them over for dinner.

He figured out why as he sat at the table and listened to them spit insult after insult at you.

He watched as you tried not to fall apart in front of them, keeping your head high and your gaze on your food.

V is not someone to usually show his anger, but it was getting pretty hard to hold it back at this point.

You had reached for the salt, yet your hand accidently knocked it over and bits of white got onto the blue cover on the table. It was a small mess, but your parents made a huge deal out of it.

“See what I mean? Jihyun, you are better off without her. She’ll bring nothing but hardship.”

“Take this from her parents who had to live with her for twenty years. It doesn’t end here.”

At that, V watched as you slapped your napkin down on the table and excused yourself, going to the bedroom. He was quick to follow you, closing the door behind him and pulling you towards him.

“This is why I didn’t want them over, V, all they do is criticize me. Sometimes I think maybe they’re right and I’m as stupid as they say.”

V shook his head, brushing the hair out of your face before pulling you back to his chest. “No, you are not stupid. Everything they have said tonight is wrong. Stay here and I’ll be back. We’ll watch a movie together, and I’ll bring some snacks. But first I need to get rid of our guests.”

He walked back to the dinning room, a smile on his face though he was ready to tear apart your parents. They asked where you were but he said they didn’t need to know.

“As for you guys, I would like you to leave our household. You have disturbed it’s peace and you are no longer welcome. In this household, we respect each other and we love each other. Clearly, you don’t know how to do anything of that, so therefore, you are not welcome here. I’ll ask you one more time to please gather your things and leave.”

Your two parents spat a few curses at him but he didn’t care. He just smiled and endured it, showing them to the door and locking it behind them. He then went back to you and cuddled besides you, his blue hair tickling your cheek. For the rest of the night, he worked to remind you just how wonderful you are and just how much he cares for you.

☻ Saeran/Unknown ☻

For a few moments, he was silent and in shock.

For a few moments, he thought he was a child again, back at home where his mother was cruel and abusive and hurled the same insults your parents hurled at you to him.

Your parents cruel words did not reach the extent of his mothers. But it was enough to remind him of his mother’s cruel behavior.

He was angry. He wanted to scream. He wanted to throw his dinner across the room for god sakes.

But then he heard you sniffle. And he look down at you next to him on the couch, and he saw how your head hung pitifully, and a few stray tears slipped down your face.

If anything, this was affecting you more than him because these were your parents, not his. And they were treating you terribly.

He remembered a time he told you that you would never understand the abuse he endured, but as of now he was realizing that wasn’t particularly true. You did understand to an extent because you have lived through some of it.

He thought back to when he would have panic attacks or nightmares about his mother, and you would always comfort him and reassure him that he was safe, loved and protected.

He needed to do that for you now; comfort you, and reassure you that you are safe, loved, and protected.

But first he had to get you out of this damn house and away from the sorry excuse of your parents.

“She is not the problem, you are, you pieces of shit.”

The whole room went silent at Saeran’s curse, none of them having expected it from the quiet boy. Of course, none of them would know what a temper Saeran has, and what a small tolerance he has for disrespect and attitude, especially of that towards his girlfriend. No, he went to the dinner dressed in a nice button up, smiled whenever he was spoken too and always responded softly. Was very protective of you, but not overly protective. Just the clingy type. So the sudden bite in his voice and the daggers he was shooting across the room with his mint eyes was enough to startle and threaten everyone.

You whispered softly to him, telling him he didn’t need to do this, that it was alright, but he wouldn’t let them talk to you like this. He wouldn’t let them insult you or disrespect you.

You never let anyone give him bullshit, and he certainly was not about to let anyone give you it.

“How could you say something so horrible to your own daughter? Your suppose to cherish your children, not belittle them.”

“She’s our daughter, we can talk to her anyway we want to,” your father said taking a sip of his drink ever so calmly.

That was a big mistake.

You gasped as Saeran rose from the couch and started to make slow strides to your father, his voice gradually becoming deepers and his eyes squinting. The Unknown in him he works so hard on to hide was coming to light.

“You think because she’s your daughter you can treat her like that? You think because you are her father and you her mother you can abuse her?”

“We do not abuse-”

“That is exactly what you do! If you get pleasure out of making your child feel bad about themselves, that makes you abusive. You’re all sick.”

At this point, Saeran was up in your father’s face, his nose inches away from your fathers who tried to push himself back against the armchair he sat in. Only now did your father start to show a little fear at the boy in front of him.

Saerans eyes and voice softened when he felt one of your small hands on his shoulder, and the other take his hand. He turned to look at you, and he could see how pale you were and how read your eyes were. You gave him a small smile and tugged slightly on his arm. You told him you just wanted to go home.

He nodded, gave a final glare to your parents and lead you out the door with a tight grip on your hand.

The whole car ride was silent. Saeran was furious just listening to you trying to choke back sobs. You thought he was going to take you home but he surprised you by pulling into the parking lot of the ice cream parlor. Saeran let out a sigh before turning to you, his body moving awkwardly in the small confinement of the car. He reached over to gently cup your cheek, yous thumb stroking just beneath your eye.

“I… I apologize for my behavior. I was no better.”

You let out a small laugh, placing your hand against his own your cheek. “What are you talking about? You were sticking up for me. I’m so grateful for that. No one has ever stuck up to them for me before,” you say, your voice cracking. It was painful for Saeran to hear. He bent down to gently kiss you, letting his lips linger there before he pulled back slightly and whispered against your lips;

“I’ll never let anyone hurt you. I’ll never let anyone be ill mannered towards you. What do you always tell me? That you’d walk the entire earth just to make me happy?

“I’d do the same for you in a heartbeat.”

✌ Vanderwood ✌

Appalled.

It was supposed to be a nice dinner where Vanderwood could meet your parents.

You guys had gone to your favorite restaurant.

But everything went downhill fast.

Vanderwood is not someone to usually show their emotions, if ever, but from the first insult your parents hurled at you his blood was boiling.

He was willing to stay quiet after you put your hand on his thigh beneath the table to calm him down.

When he looked towards you and saw the sad smile on your face, he could tell you were used to this, and that just angered him even more.

You deserved respect, especially from your parents. You were their daughter for christ sakes. Why would they be so cruel to you?

It was the comment on how you were a disappointment, and the single tear that slipped down your face that made him snap.

Without a word, he just took your hand in his and pulled you away from the table. When your parents starting asking where you guys were going, he just turned to look at them and spatted, “We are going home.”

“Why?”

“So I can make sure you daughter realizes everything that you have said tonight is bullshit, and she does not deserve this treatment.”

The whole ride home was silent. Vanderwood’s fingers curled tightly around the wheel, and he would fiercely turn and speed up whenever he felt a sudden bit of anger. Back at home, he sat you down on the couch and went to make you tea. When he got back, he sighed as he saw you quickly wiping away your tears.

He sat besides you and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you towards him. His leather hands playing with your hair soothingly, and his lips pressed against your hairline.

He felt now wasn’t the time to talk, but just the time to hold you and keep you warm and comforted. That’s what you needed after what you endured at that dinner.

When he felt the time was right, as he kissed up your neck to your cheek, he whispered against your skin, turning you towards him slightly. “For every mean word they said to night, I’ll replace with a kind one. Bare with me though, this isn’t easy. I’m not used to this.

“You are not stupid. You are intelligent. You are the smartest woman I have ever met.

“You are not ugly. You are beautiful. Your beauty outshines a blooming rose.

“You are not useless. You are worth so much. I can not imagine a life without you.

“You are not a disappointment. You are so, so far from that. You make me proud every day with how you stand tall and smile through everything.

“I don’t hate you. I love you. That is why I married you.”

You smiled, moving your hands to go into his long, auburn hair, tugging slightly so you could pull his lips to yours.

You cuddled into his chest and laughed slightly as you listened to his heart beat. “You didn’t have to do that, honey. Though you blush, I can see you cringing.”

Vanderwood snorted, patting your back gently. “It’s worth the cringe to tell you just how much you mean to me.”

Cringed again.

But he really loves you so it’s ok.

~~~

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ama mgtow

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like feminism.

Stranger: Hi I am a MGTOW . Ask me anything . If you are seeing this message again , disconnect .

You: howdy

You: hmmm, how is going your own way treating you?

Stranger: treating you?

Stranger: whats that supposed to mean?

You: do you enjoy it?

Stranger: yeah

You: cool

You: good for you

Stranger: thanks but is that all? i thought a humans can be creative enough . ask me something else

You: what does going your own way look like?

You: did you have to move out of the city?

You: do you live on a commune?

You: is it a cool farm space with anarchist organizing structures?

Stranger: its pretty normal i guess

Stranger: no

Stranger: no

You: or is it a bleak capitalist wet dream like galt's hidden mountain pass in atlas shrugged?

Stranger: i have no idea

You: oh,

Stranger: i have no idea

You: are you recruiting other men?

Stranger: hmm thats interesting . well not really

Stranger: but i am thinking of doing so

Stranger: like all other mgtows

You: i see

You: why did you decide to go your own way?

Stranger: because it makes the most sense to me personally like many other men

You: does the world of women scare you?

Stranger: world of women? you think thats a different world?

Stranger: well yes

Stranger: because i have things to lose

Stranger: rn

Stranger: once i dont have any

Stranger: then i wouldnt be scared prob

You: what might you lose?

Stranger: well money in the form of childsupports and alimony / my freedom in a lose sense / my happines /my kids (maybe in future)

Stranger: or maybe money to just appease a whamen

Stranger: like buying her gifts and such

You: have you ever dated a woman?

Stranger: nope not really because i never acted even if they were interested

You: are you interested in sex?

Stranger: well thats a no brainer , an average man is def gonna be interested in sex . the only major difference is that i dont mind being a virgin/celibate all my life

You: some men are asexual

Stranger: nah i am anything but asexual

You: what do you do for money?

Stranger: i am studying rn

Stranger: to give you an idea i am 19 yo

You: oh

You: that's very young

Stranger: well i am not a child anymore

Stranger: atleast not mentally

You: what are you studying?

Stranger: as compared to most men my age

Stranger: electronics

Stranger: soon transitioning into ai/ml

Stranger: and minors are physics and mathematics

Stranger: but i have a good amount of knowledge in history / philosophy / psychology and economics

You: have you considered taking a gender studies class?

Stranger: nah not really

Stranger: i will do my independant analysis of the subject

You: it might be nice to have some structure/guidance from folks who don't want you to be a virgin forever?

Stranger: from folks ? like whamen? srsly i dont care if a remain a virgin all my life. whats so bad about that?

Stranger: see i dont want children

You: what are whamen?

Stranger: so tell me why i should get romantically involved with women?

Stranger: women

You: at this moment i don't think you should get involved with women,

You: i am worried you would have issues with uh... misogyny that would get you in trouble

Stranger: misogyny? lol because i said whamen? its a slang for women in the meme community and is meant as a light hearted joke

Stranger: even if i am a misogynist i would never act on it because as i said before i have much to lose

You: so, just thinking maybe you need to round out your education with some information provided by women about women?

Stranger: ever heard of the saying women dont know what they want themselves?

Stranger: never trust a women's words

Stranger: but only her actions

You: yeah, that's what i'm talking about

You: that's the misogyny

Stranger: well its not really because its a practical solution to get laid with women

Stranger: if someone wants too

Stranger: not me

You: cool, that's fine

You: women have lots to offer besides sex

Stranger: like?

You: uh..... anything?

Stranger: so you cant come up with a single thing that women can offer besides sex

You: i just think you can't see women as people?

You: and if you can't imagine things that people do that benifit people that's weird?

Stranger: what i am saying is that whatever a woman can provide to a man can be provided by his best friends except sex and children

Stranger: if i dont want sex and children

You: a woman could be your best friend

Stranger: well its unlikely

Stranger: in most cases one or the another starts to fall for each other

You: i mean, its a self fulfilling prophecy

You: that you won't have meaningful relationships with women

Stranger: well the thing is that women can be my best friends but for the most part men are the best friends of other men

Stranger: am i wrong?

Stranger: like many women were in fact when i was younger

Stranger: but those 'friends' were actually interested in me . in essence i was the one who friendzoned them

You: ...i don't know man, judging the world off of how teenagers treat eachother is a pretty stunted outlook

Stranger: yes i know its pretty grim

Stranger: but its our reality or maybe soon to be one

Stranger: so ask me anything else?

You: when you are done school will you go your own way?

Stranger: i am going my own way rn

Stranger: and ever after

You: what does going your own way mean?

You: cause i was imagining like a lesbian separatist commune, but full of dudes and boring

Stranger: by not marrying/cohabitating/or hooking up with women . but the most important is to spread the philosophy of mgtow among men

You: what about collaborating with women?

Stranger: nah i'll hard pass

Stranger: i can do so without them

Stranger: even if i cant i would make use of them and discard them after their utility

You: lol

Stranger: to further my goal

Stranger: either by hook or by crook i will acheive what i aim for

You: what area of enployment do you think you'll end up in?

Stranger: as in field of work?

You: yeah

Stranger: well i would prob be in politics or have my own tech startup

You: and you wouldn't hire women?

Stranger: well i wouldnt need to because i said before too , i am going into ai and electronics field

Stranger: i will make sure everything is automated

Stranger: in my company

Stranger: except maybe select few jobs

You: is your mom smart?

Stranger: prob yes

Stranger: in a conventional sense

You: are there any women you respect?

You: that if they offered you a job in 2 years when you are done school that you would happily work for?

Stranger: not really except prob my sister . even then AWALT holds true

Stranger: no

You: what's awalt?

Stranger: because i dont want a family and just have to look for myself

Stranger: and thats relatively easy

Stranger: so i dont mind living on the streets if everything else fails

Stranger: or maybe in jail

Stranger: or maybe become a monk

You: uh...

Stranger: and awalt means all(many) women are like that

You: do you have inherited wealth?

Stranger: no i am fairly middle class

Stranger: atleast my parents are

Stranger: but i sure as hell need immense money for my next step

You: but if a woman at a tech company offered you a job, you'ld rather be homeless?

Stranger: yeah prob i will . i would rather have my own tech company than work in any other be it a man or a woman

You: even if it provided you training and money that could be helpful in your next step?

Stranger: and since i will soon be emigrating to china i would not be forced to do affirmative actions for women and select people (that is if its necessary) and select thembased on pure merit

Stranger: hmm maybe then i think

You: where do you live now?

Stranger: uk

You: cool...

You: brighton?

Stranger: nope

You: ok

Stranger: so anything else ? it was an relatively enjoyable chat

You: so... you enjoyed getting attention from women on an intellectual basis?

Stranger: this was by no means an intellectual conversation

Stranger: but it was amicable and light hearted one

You: lol, you enjoyed having a woman pick your brain about your expertise/eccentricity

Stranger: nah not really , i have had intense intellectual debates before

You: mildly challenging you to question your teenage misogyny

Stranger: and trust me some of the ideas put forward were stunning

Stranger: this was pretty average intellectually it was more about me personally

You: lol, alright dude

You: i mean you prombted an AMA convo

You: and didn't ask me anything about myself

Stranger: yes i know but you could have asked me about general mgtow stuff

Stranger: or its philosophy

You: but its cool i'm not particularly stunned by your thoughts

Stranger: because i didnt even bother to present them

You: yeah, i'm not that interested in it, i'm more into whats up with you

Stranger: well alright lemme ask you few questions then

Stranger: down?

You: cool

Stranger: where you from?

Stranger: nvm

Stranger: just asl

You: canada, 34 female

Stranger: hmm alright

Stranger: married?

You: sort of

You: in a ltr

Stranger: interesting

Stranger: ever been in one

Stranger: ?

You: yes, i've been in multiple long term relationships

Stranger: nah only marriage

Stranger: i mean were you married before

You: i've been married too

Stranger: yes

Stranger: thats what i was asking

Stranger: from which age to which age?

You: 22-27

Stranger: hmm thats fairly young

You: yeah

Stranger: and how long has this relationship been going on for?

You: 20-27

Stranger: how long is this current relationship been going on for?

You: 6 years

Stranger: 28 - 34?

You: yeah

Stranger: but there is not much gap between when you got divorced

Stranger: and your current relationship

You: sure

Stranger: how come you have had many ltrs?

Stranger: how many?

You: 3

You: well 4 but that one doesnt count

Stranger: and how many sexual romantice partners uptil now? i mean did you go through the 'wild phase' when you were in college

Stranger: ?

You: i'm not sure the point of this questioning

Stranger: well its very much relevant to the mgtow ideology

Stranger: if you dont wanna answer thats alright i would assume it to be in double digits

You: yeah

Stranger: yeah i figured

You: lol

Stranger: so you got married at 20 you say?

You: 22

Stranger: and can you describe your ex husband?

Stranger: as in was he average

Stranger: ?

Stranger: in looks

Stranger: dick size etc

Stranger: was wealthy

Stranger: or not and so on

You: she was a woman

Stranger: ohh thats even more interesting

Stranger: bisexual?

You: we met in college, and got married, but had had different ideas for what we wanted out of life

You: yeah, she's bi, i'm mostly a lesbian

Stranger: but how come you have partners in double digits? were it all males ? is your current partner a male too?

You: no, i'm dating a woman, we are poly

You: i had sex as a teenager too

Stranger: open relationship thing?

You: yeah

Stranger: so you hook up with men too?

You: my marriage was open too

Stranger: or only women?

You: a mix

Stranger: yeah i figured lol

Stranger: but even then

Stranger: atleast you are a lesbian

Stranger: so its better

Stranger: well that was pretty interesting no doubt lol

Stranger: do you want kids?

Stranger: are you religious?

You: i don't think i want kids

Stranger: fair enough

You: i was raised secular, but my gf is jewish and its very cool

Stranger: so you are jewish then?

You: so i might be religious

Stranger: ohh alright

Stranger: any particular hobbies?

You: idk, i haven't converted

Stranger: nah its all cool

You: drawing, writing, bikes, camping, videogames, tv, making things

Stranger: hmm so not much academically inclined

Stranger: you majored in which subject?

You: visual arts

Stranger: whats that?

You: i went to art school

Stranger: hmm alright that does make sense

You: i did Cyber-arts in undergrad

Stranger: hmm i dont have any idea but alright cool i guess

You: and interdisciplinary studies for my masters

You: yeah, its was like "tech-art"

Stranger: well i did get an idea when you elaborated a bit

Stranger: so whats your future plan?

Stranger: plan on gettinh married?

Stranger: *getting

Stranger: with her

You: make art, fight the government, live with my gf out of wedlock

Stranger: well thats a coincidence , we have atleast something in common

You: yep

Stranger: but alright i have already made up my mind about you

You: ok

Stranger: and i think you are better than most women because you atleast stay away from men

You: ha ha

Stranger: thats all i have to say

Stranger: anyways anything else?

You: its true, men don't have a lot to offer

You: me^

Stranger: well yes i agree , men are practically redundant for women and family

Stranger: but they provided something of value historically thats for sure

Stranger: but anyways thats for another day prob

Stranger: wanna ask me something else?

Stranger: any questions left?

You: yeah, well, i mean if you see a gender studies class open up, i thin you should consider taking it

You: you seem to like "intelectual convos" you can find them there

Stranger: nah lol an american mgtow did take an introductory class to gender studies

Stranger: *classes

Stranger: and did a 100 page analysis of the subject

Stranger: not to mention the fact that i defeated most of the gender studies/sociology majors in debate

Stranger: here on omegle

Stranger: and elsewhere on the internet

You: well again, i'm more interested in your reaction to the source materials and how that might help you

Stranger: why do you think i need help?

You: idk i don't want to insult you

Stranger: lol you think i really care? there is no shaming tactic anywhere that would work on us mgtows

Stranger: i am immune to it all

You: its just think a teenage guy invested hard in the manosphere is a sad way to start manhood

You: and not very healthy

Stranger: lol

You: but you'll figure it out

Stranger: it is healthy for some men atleast

Stranger: and i am one of them

You: mmmmm,maybe you are?

Stranger: and this is the best way to start manhood

You: ok, you do you

Stranger: ofcourse everyone should be able to do so

Stranger: but yeah thats that

You: cool

You: take care of yourself

Stranger: k

Stranger: and if you see me again

Stranger: just skip

You: lol

You: ok

Stranger: yeah i am serious

Stranger: i dont want to keep talking to same select group of people

You: maybe i'll pretend to be someone else

Stranger: hmm

Stranger: ok

Stranger: anyways i gotta go talk to someone else because i have limited time left

Stranger: thanks for an amicable ama

You: if you really want to get out of your bubble

You: try one of those classes

You: take care

You have disconnected.