#idk but i figured i should write something

[midnight-black2]

Ahh this is my first time requesting anything but I need prompt 5 for Farleigh 🙈

Imagine him being cocky for getting a higher score than reader and reader basically putting him in his place. 🫣🫣 (also i’m absolutely obsessed with your writing!!)

𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐘

pairing : farleigh start x reader

synopsis : pretty much what the req says

disclaimers : sub!farleigh, dom!reader, public sexual intercourse (idk what this is called), handjob (m!recieving), slightly mean reader, degradation, ruined orgasm, probably more lol

note : thanks for the compliment ! hope you enjoy this '

it was by five points, five fucking points, and all farleigh did was torture you about it.

typically, you scored higher than him, mostly because you just straight up put in more effort. he couldn't care less about studying, he was just a naturally good tester. for this reason, he normally knew his place. but the one time he studied and you didn't, the one goddamn time. he wouldn't let you live it out, all he would ever do was talk about it, teasing you and making fun of you.

"wow Y/N, i think you're falling off," he stated, with a sarcastic, disapproving look. he was leaning over, hovering over your shoulder to get a proper look at your score. you were flabbergasted, you actually got a 95%. farleigh had gotten an 100%. if was quite literally embarrassing. that was when it first happened, but he didn't leave it there, oh no.

"ah-ah, don't you think i should skip ahead of you?" farleigh asked, his annoying voice startling you from your thoughts.

"what?"

"well i got a higher score, those have always been our rules." the thing you hated most was that he was right. it was also stupid because he made the damn rule, and you didn't care about being ahead in the lunch line one way or another. you figured the only reason he had done it was to make victory that much sweeter when he actually did score higher than you. so you stayed silent, letting him sit ahead of you.

and another incident...

"so if anyone here needs tutoring, don't hesitate to ask. our programs are specifically designed to connect students while effectively getting them to learn," mrs. abram spoke, as she handed out tutoring flyers.

farleigh shot you a glance, before mumbling your name, and covering it up with a fake cough. you groaned, with a sigh before frustratedly stuffing the flyer in your bag. he was being insufferable, and there was only so much you could take.

the final (notable) time he teased you, you two were partnered on a history project, the exact class he had excelled on the exam in. of course, just your fucking luck.

as he sat down, he had this complacent smirk on his face that you wanted to slap right off. he set the assignment papers down on the desk, and turned over to face you.

"well, i'm glad we got partnered, yeah? you probably need my help," he said, mockingly.

"jesus christ farleigh it was five fucking points! get over yourself!" there it was, you snapped. it was only a matter of time, though it just so happened to be in the middle of class. farleigh's smirk only grew, as if this was what he had wanted the entire time. the teacher had scolded you for cursing, and almost dismissed you from class. fortunately, you managed to stay, and the whole time you felt the urgent need to snap farleigh in half.

finally, after what felt like days, the class ended. however, instead of heading to the next class, you followed farleigh down the hall, before pushing him inside of some random storage closet. he was about to ask you what you were doing, he was about to leave...until you said something.

"what the fuck, farleigh," you uttered, coldly. he faltered, something in the way you sounded made him feel some sort of way. it was dark, and farleigh couldn't make out much, but if he had to guess, your expression would have been that of a deadpan, glaring into his soul.

"i don't get why you're so mad. i scored higher, and that's final."

"i'm mad because you don't know your fucking place." you spat back, inching closer to him.

"yeah? and what's my place, hm?" he questioned. his voice had an edge to it, but more than that he was genuinely curious.

"beneath me," you answered, no hesitation whatsoever. did you say it because that's what you actually thought? no. were you angry? yes. did you think farleigh would get off to it? also yes--and, he did. he did so much that he was developing a hard-on.

"you sure about that?" he asked, voice wavering.

"your dick is," you replied, gripping his cock in his pants. his knees buckled, and he let out the smallest whimper, that was nearly inaudible. "you're so pathetic, farleigh."

"yeah? well you're still gonna give me a handjob. so pathetic or not at least-" he cut himself off with a moan as you squeezed roughly once again.

"just shut the fuck up for once," you instructed, as you unzipped his fly. you, not-so-gently, took his cock from his boxers. his tip was an angry flushed red, and leaking pre. you chuckled at the sight, and he turned to face away, embarrassed.

you thumbed at his tip, and he whined softly. your fingers formed a circle shape, before sliding up and down at mid-pace. if you didn't want to miss too much of your next class, you'd have to make this quick.

"f-fuck, Y/N," he moaned, bucking his hips up slightly. you placed a hand on his hips to keep them pinned. you sped up your pace just a bit.

"is this what you've been wanting, farleigh? i really don't know how you got an 100% because all you seem to do is think with this stupid cock of yours," you said, as it was your turn to smirk this time. his head tipped back with a strained moan.

"shit, oh my god," he cursed, feeling himself grow close to an orgasm already.

"guess i should've done this a lot sooner, hm? really would've shut you up." your hand became brutal, but god did he like it.

"please," he said, not even sure what he was begging for. it was too much for him.

"please? are you serious? you take what i give you, farleigh." he whined at that, cursing under his breath.

"fuck Y/N, i can't-i...i think im gonna cum," he stammered, as his legs felt light, like they would give out any second. and just like that, you stopped. he whined, as you shoved his cock back in his underwear, and zipped back up his pants. you had left him with a raging boner, and he felt he could cry at that. as you exited the closet, he couldn't help but fear what he had gotten himself into.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲? 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[puppyeared]

its so hard to watch time pass when things like careers and assignments exist. what do you mean im supposed to take that seriously

[hyoqa]

pairing: akatsuki hyoga x gn!reader (no prns)

summary: hyoga thinks very poorly of being in love, but he's in love with you

warnings: hyoga is a little sweet at the end

Hyoga did not like the idea of love— it was only natural for someone who thought like he did. It was illogical and people acted irrationally because of it. If anything, he looked down on those in love because he genuinely thought they were losing their minds to some silly feelings. To him, love was always something for the weak, not for the strong who had things to be doing. Important things.

Which is why he thought you were so horribly stupid to be confessing to him. If one thing wasn't going to work, it was that. Yet, no matter how many times he told you that you were being silly and he wouldn't return your feelings, you just wouldn't back down. Almost daily, you'd find a way to tell him your feelings again.

He hated it so much, everything about it upset him, but somehow he wasn't able to push you away. Your daily greetings and conversations made him far happier than he would like to admit, and that annoyed him greatly. He was not supposed to be feeling joy from someone else, and definitely not supposed to be looking forward to seeing you. Illogical, irrational, thoughts.

These thoughts alone already annoyed him— he hadn't even dared to think he was in love. Never would he be in love, and definitely not with you. Yet, deep inside he knew. He knew that if you were to stop one day he'd probably give in and blurt out these emotions he's been hiding from even himself. He wasn't ready for that, but more importantly, he wasn't ready to see you give up on him. He knew he was being illogical and annoying, not wanting to admit his feelings to return yours, but also not wanting you to move on to someone else. He knew he was being hopelessly selfish, but he just didn't know what to do. He had never been in love before.

The next day when you confessed your love for him all over again, like it was the first and this hadn't been going on for weeks now, the thought alone that he might harbour feelings for you flustered him to no extent. He didn't mean to act so cold and push you away, but he just didn't know how to act. He had no idea what to do, but he knew he'd rather die than show it on his face.

"Hey, Hyoga?" you asked, voice serious.

He stopped to listen and turned his head your way.

"I know you're not fond of me doing this every day, but is it really a nuisance to you? If it is, I'll stop..." you said carefully.

You were trying not to cry, he could tell. He's heard you every day so he knew you well enough to know that much. But this was exactly what he was dreading and he brought it upon himself. Why couldn't he act like he normally did? Why were you affecting the way he acted? Everything irritated him until it made so much sense.

He was in love with you, and there was no denying it anymore.

"Please be blunt about it, I'll feel better that way," you said, but then smiled immediately after. "I guess I don't have to worry about that with you, though. You don't know how to sugarcoat your words anyway."

He didn't know what to say and how to tell you how he felt, so it came out blunt and honest, just like you had asked for it to be. It wasn't the kind that he liked— it came out far too uncollected and in a fluster, but it was his genuine thoughts.

"I think I'm in love with you, and that scares me to death," he said.

"What?" you ask, not believing your ears.

"I will not be repeating that," Hyoga said and turned away. He genuinely believed you were going to run after him and squeal like you always do, but you didn't.

"You won't take it back, though?" You said quietly and he immediately turned around. He knew you were crying. He didn't mean to make you cry— that was the last thing he wanted to do.

"You just said to be blunt, so I was," he said. "Please don't cry."

"I am so in love with you," you said, looking straight into his eyes.

"Even after I made you cry?"

"These are the happiest tears I will ever cry."

[iknowwhereyousnoozeatnight]

if ur still doing requests pls rem if not das all g

she’s chrysanthemum-coded to me <3

close-ups ig

[agentark]

Jenny Han, To All The Boys I've Loved Before // Brenna Twohy // unknown // Florence + the Machine, "Long & Lost" // J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers // Aelsa Trevelyan, The Fernweh Saga, Book 1 // Euripides, Herakles // unknown // k.tolnoe // Taylor Swift, "Death By A Thousand Cuts" // Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

will you remember me when I'm gone? if we never meet again? if we can't? I'll remember you. I hope I'll see you again.

[cryptic-rainfall]

Theory: I am genderfluid

Hypothesis: My perception of my own gender changes day to day

Method: record what gender I am feeling most like when I get a strong sense of gender, along with the date, in my notes app

Data: gone when my fucking phone got stolen [it spanned a good 2 years, from early 2019 to mid/late 2023]

Conclusion: Although my sense of my own gender did not change every day, as predicted if I were indeed genderfluid, it did change every few days. The change in gender perception was not regular; sometimes it changed day to day, more often it changed every 2-4 days. Very rarely, the gender I related to most even changed within the same day. The longest gender change gap was probably like 7 days, I don't know for sure because all my data was fucking lost. The hypothesis was proven false, with daily gender changes being so rare they should be considered outliers. However, this does not negate the theory, as my experience of gender was varied, and changed across certain periods of time. Some genders I related strongly to were genderqueer, nonbinary, boy who is a girl, gendervoid, and specific varied descriptions (such as "gender emulator" and "the static from a CRT monitor"). Some genders that appeared infrequently were agender, boy, girl, woman, and genderfuck. With this wide range of different gender feelings, and with the change in which gender I related strongest to being every few days on average, it is safe to say that I am indeed genderfluid. The shift in my own gender perception would not change so drastically if my gender was stagnant.

Final Thoughts: Despite the fact that this experiment concluded many years ago in mid/late 2022, since reaching the conclusion part way through the research, when ample evidence had been gathered, I felt comfortable enough to consider myself genderfluid. This experiment long surpassed its scope when the data was abruptly lost. However, since considering myself genderfluid, I have noticed that I've become more and more comfortable calling myself trans as well. This self reflection is insightful, and although I am no longer collecting data as per the methods outlined here, there is still much to explore and research regarding my gender and my relationship to it.

[weaverofink]

i could fix him (make him pathetic in a different way)

[caffeinatedopossum]

I don't understand why it's generally not socially acceptable to recognize your good qualities. Like I don't understand why it's bad to be a show-off or a know-it-all or to brag. Like I think most people know "those things = bad" but not why.

It also seems like people are always either waaaaay into one end of the scale where they are just so unbearably full of themselves and have preposterously high self esteem (and most people act like this is fine too? Like a lot of celebrities and white men specifically seem to be like this) and I don't understand why so many people respect them then. Or they're the complete opposite with self esteem way too low despite the fact that they have redeeming qualities.

I feel like maybe the reason it's considered bad to brag is because you might 'make' other people feel inadequate but see that seems like a stupid reason to me because the problem then is not that you stated an opinion of your own self worth but is actually that everyone else is conditioned to compare themselves to each other in a very unhealthy way. And I think instead of discouraging people from opening up about what they take pride in, what they like about themselves, what makes them feel happy or content or confident, maybe we could just be discouraging people from viewing those things as personal threats? Idk just trying to formulate some thoughts on this

[lildoodlecat]

I literally just fucking forget that I conceptualize relationships and shit differently bc I'm aro/ace so when I was trying to write a story with a "new guy in town" premise for romance i kept hitting a wall of feeling like they didn't know each other well enough for the things I wanted them to do to make sense

and then it was like. oh yeah .

at this point i might have to rearrange a bunch of shit and remap my MC bc idk wtf she's got going on and it makes her so hard to write sjxkdk

[abihastastybeans]

@jilymicrofics - January 2023

Prompt no.16: Time (ao3)

It was a quiet, peaceful night and the Seventh Year Gryffindor girls’ Dormitory was lively with laughter. The girls had retreated to their dorms unusually early on the Saturday night for a bit of fun after their first week of school and ‘Girls’ Time ’ as Mary had called it.

“Did I tell you about Frank Longbottom making it as a qualified auror?” Emily Brittle asked from her place on her bed.

“Yes, you did,” Lily supplied, crouched down over Emily’s feet as she painted her nails. She poked her tongue out between her front teeth in concentration as she finished giving another coat of purple on Emily’s toe and looked up. “You also said that he and Alice were engaged when they dropped by in summer.”

“I’m so happy for them,” Mary smiled, carefully pulling out the curling iron from her hair. She showed off her freshly curled hair to Robin - who gave her a thumbs up - before she continued talking. “I remember how during our first year, I thought they were the perfect couple to ever exist.” She giggled, reminiscing about their younger years.

“They indeed were very cute,” Lily agreed.

“Do you think there'll be such a couple in our year?” Robin eagerly asked.

“I definitely think there is potential,” Mary replied in a mischievous tone. “Don’t you, Lily?”

Lily snapped her head up quickly just as Emily said in a panicked tone, “Not when she has nail paint over my feet, Macdonald!”

“Ooooh, is this about Potter?” Robin grabbed a pillow and hugged it to her chest.

Lily sighed. “Have some faith, Em,” she addressed Emily, dipping the brush into the tiny bottle once again.

“Well?” Robin pressed, ever the keenest for gossip.

Lily heaved another big sigh. “It’s nothing, Mary is exaggerating,” she said. “I just observed that he has been taking his position as Head Boy seriously; and he hasn’t got in trouble all week.” She let out a chuckle before continuing. “James from three years ago would have a dozen detentions under his belt by now.”

“Oh, so, it’s James now, is it?” Robin grinned.

“Like I said,” Mary said, wisely, “There is potential.”

[roobylavender]

the thing i don’t really get about people’s love for the morrison batman run on an ideological level (bc obv we have rehashed the racism angle to death on here) is like. sure there are always points to be made about the harmful extremes of vigilantism and how it hurts not just ordinary victims who are strangers to you but also your friends and family and inevitably yourself. but those are things you can accomplish while maintaining a core characterization and i don’t think that’s something that ever applies to morrison’s version of bruce at all. bruce becoming someone who would believe in vigilantism to the point of mass surveillance and control is at complete odds with the bruce developed in the eighties and nineties who began to realize the overreach vigilantes possessed and how the future he was working towards had to be one where he could imagine them no longer existing. he created entire failsafe mechanisms for his closest friends bc he recognized that power in the wrong hands was an incredibly dangerous thing. his interpretation of the no killing rule was specifically about refusing to take control bc he believed he had no right to be afforded the power of ultimate judgment and wanted his priority to be saving victims before they met untimely fates

if you want to drive bruce to his natural conclusion, it has to draw from his core, which paints the picture of a person who cares too much to the point of delusion. an icarus of heroes, if you will. he cares so much he’s willing to let people walk away and hate him if it means allowing them to move on and remain protected. he cares so much he’s willing to shift all burdens onto himself so that no one else will have to suffer for the cause. there’s a deep tragedy in bruce’s inclinations towards isolation, but it’s mired in the selflessness of martyrdom as opposed to the selfishness of pride. if bruce ever meets his end it has to be with him dying in service of the vision he was striving for but tragically could not achieve bc he was only one man and it takes more than that to change the world. his death has to be an act of the most delusional love. love for his family, love for his friends, love for people, love for the world. a heartbreaking tragedy steeped in the most palpable hope. something as simple as diving in to save someone but not making it out alive in the process. we’ve come to read about a batman defined by the most expansive events and life-changing decisions, but the classic batman was best defined by what he accomplished in the everyday. it seems only fitting he would die trying to do the right thing

[lost-batarang]

Mother, Mother (3500k Characters)

Talia gently held Jason as he woke from the Lazarus pit, covered in bruises, cuts, and with a horrendous scar; Jason tried to opens his eyes, and saw Talia holding him. He could barely speak, let alone walk; "T..Talia..?...That..yo..you..Jo...ker....he.." Jason tried to speak, before violently coughing, rolling out of Talia's grip and lying on the cold, wet floor of Gotham's sewers. "I....B...ru...ce...he..." Jason tried to bring himself together, but to no avail; he was dead for quite some time, and the Lazarus pit may not have been able to cure all his wounds; and post-resurrection headaches is something both Talia and Ra's experienced often. "N...ee....d..s..a..ve...Br...u....ce.." Jason continued in a raspy and hoarse voice, trying to drag himself across the sewers, but barely moving his arms an inch. Blood and Lazarus water ran down his face, and then, he realized; Joker had left him with a scar. A large chunk of the left side of his face was crushed and torn apart by the crowbar, leaving an almost entirely visible skull, scraps of torn skin, and mushy flesh stuck to it; excluding the many metal splinters stuck inside it. Jason's eye on that side of his face was long gone, too, and his teeth were anything but intact. Talia quickly made her way over to Jason, and placed his hand on his chest. "Shh. The Lazarus pits have not healed you fully...scars remain, and your head must be pounding. You won't be able to move so quickly- your body is barely adjusted to the pit, so I wouldn't recommend trying unless you want to be writhing in pain after trying to move your ankle." Talia spoke in a soft yet stern voice. "T...a..lia..?..N..o..w..hy..." Jason tried to speak, but he was barely understandable. "Shh. You have suffered grievous injuries, and you need to rest, Jason. You were- you are, one of Bruce's sons, and now you are one of mine aswell. I need you to stay alive." Talia responded, but soon after Jason completely blacked out. What felt like a second later, Jason awoke inside a small room, laying on a finely crafted wooden bed with the softest silk sheets he had ever felt, and he could barely feel.- He was, however, starting to regain movement and speech. He would have to certainly talk slower to be understandable, but he could move his arms slightly now and turn his head. He looked down and saw that he was not dressed in his Robin costume, and it was clear this wasn't the manor or the sewers; all his memories were a haze, especially his death, but he saw that he was wearing a set of red robes commonly worn by high-ranking league of assassins members.- Minus the red coloration. Talia entered the room, "I always knew red was your favorite color. That old Robin costume won't be doing you any good- trust me. It's....damaged at the moment. And far from anywhere we could enter, certainly. " Talia spoke in an almost joking voice. "Why...why'd..you..save..me....I...I...died.." Jason replied in a withering voice. "Because, Jason. You're family. Bruce's family, and now mine. You're an Al-Ghul now, and you will be treated and trained as one. Speaking of training, it begins tomorrow, at dawn. Do not be late, for you should be able to walk by then. I'll have escorts to show you to the training room tomorrow, but it's the courtyard outside this temple. Oh, and don't fight them. It wouldn't end well for you, nor them. For now, rest, Jason. There's much ahead of us." Talia said to him confidently. Jason was still confused, but there wasn't much he could do. He could only sleep and see what's next.

[roseverdict]

yall ever just. come full-circle and have a moment where you have to just sit there and process it?

completely unrelated but why can't i go over my tags in full in the mobile app post editor anymore? if i want to double-check my long tags i want to check them before i post it!!!

[chuu-huahua]

OK WAIT i was supposed to be napping but as i was falling asleep i thought up this storyline and it’s so so cute please bear with me

so there’s this japanese girl who was kicked out of her house by her parents for coming out as lesbian (because of the conservative japanese culture; i’m not sure if this would actually happen but for the sake of the plot ok), and she’s left to wander the streets with the little money she has 

and there’s another girl who comes to japan for her school’s exchange programme because she takes third language (in my school, i think you get to go to japan in secondary 3 if you still take japanese as a third language) but got separated from her tour group because she went to a konbini for snacks

and they met when they reached for the same strawberry cream sandwich.

ok but the storyline is so cute because the exchange student has the japanese skills of a grade school student while the actual japanese person spouts poetry like a professional for her. exchange student was already gay from the beginning, so she was very accepting when it the japanese girl came out to her! and they live happily ever after (for now) as they travel around tokyo and share strawberry cream sandwiches together <3

[seldaryne]

finished velrith's playthrough & already lowkey miss her lmao

have decided the solution to this is while i still plan to play other characters i can simply run her again + bump up the difficulty a touch this time to justify it lmao

slightyyyy tempted to try the oath of the watchers class mod However it apparently functions pretty similar to oath of the ancients for the 'rules' so idk. i may also just be too attached to doing everything as similarly as possible jksgdf

as a side observation, im pretty sure wyll sounded Significantly more distraught when you romance him re: karlach combusting than when you don't? & i didn't romance her here either so i wonder why that is (possible im not remembering correctly but like. im pretty sure???) anyway once again im Very curious about what we didn't see for wyll's cut content & what exactly the dynamic was supposed to be between him/your character/karlach in a romance route.

[tortadecuchufli]

college related negativity under the cut

i have. 2 reading tests in one day. one after the other. And a report to turn in.

One asks for 11 readings. averaging 20 pages each. 3 of those are whole ass DSM 5 chapters. The other has 4 readings, averaging 30 pages each.

I've read like 4 of these.