#so if anyone actually was interested in it

[yanadolls]

BE MINE, AND EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE ♡

||| FEATURING: NAGI SEISHIRO, REO MIKAGE X FEM READER

||| 18+, MDNI ── .✦ sexual content, stalking, obsession, breaking and entering, pervert!nagi, pervert!reo, somnophilia, unprotected sex, fingering, filming during sex

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REO MIKAGE ౨ৎ

reo who noticed how little interest you paid in him at school, and when he approached, you treated him like a normal guy before walking away with a little wave. he instantly became determined to get your attention.

reo who showed up the next day with gifts for you at school, spending a hefty amount of money on each one (which wasn't something he typically did), only to get a strange look from you. of course you would be a bit weirded out- this random guy from your class, who you only spoke to once, was suddenly buying you expensive gifts and begging you to go out with him? anyone would be a bit creeped out.

but reo wasn't a normal guy. he was THE reo mikage, and you were the first girl to ever reject him, even if it was in a polite manner.

while that should've made him want to stop pursuing you, it actually had the opposite effect.

reo who went from determined to utterly obsessed with you; secretly following you places, hiring people to keep tabs on you to make sure no guys were actively in your life, observing your every move. you were so sweet and cute, he wanted nothing more than to take you to his place and keep you hidden from everyone in the world, corrupting you.

reo who fell in love with you very deeply, more than he ever had for anyone before.

reo who keeps photos of you all over his wall, and a shrine in his closet containing all your stolen items ranging from pencils and empty juice boxes to some bras and panties.

reo who started showing up at your door late at night, dropping off gifts and tons of love mail, some sweet and loving, others more threatening and disgusting.

"my dear, you looked utterly beautiful today. was that dress new? i never saw you wear it before, i certainly hope you didn't buy it for someone other than me."

"i watched you sleep last night. you looked so precious and adorable, i wanted to fuck your little pussy so badly, but i held back for you <3"

"bad things will happen to you if i find out you have a boyfriend, sweet thing. i'll be forced to take you back to my place and keep you forever till you love me back just as much. i'll kill any man you go on a date with."

"i saw you touching yourself last night, it was so fucking cute. it's like you're teasing me at this point, don't you think? i was fucking my fist the entire time, wishing i could've been fucking you instead of your fingers doing the work. you were moaning so sweetly- you were thinking of me, right?"

reo who never revealed his identity to you after he got rejected, but you had a feeling it was him considering how he acted prior it. you just had no proof, since reo wasn't seen near you during school.

reo stood at your bedroom door, the rain from outside pattering against the window. it was midnight, and he had stolen one of your keys a month ago to enter your house whenever he pleased. the floor creaked under him as he slowly approached your bed, gazing down at your sleeping figure in both lust and love. what started off as just a desperate attempt for your attention turned into an obsessive love, and he was convinced you were the one for him now. you were so sweet, so gentle and kind- innocent and oblivious to the cruel people out there who would take advantage of you. not reo, though. he wanted to protect you, marry you at 18 and keep you trapped with him for the rest of both of your lives.

reo carefully crawled onto the bed, enveloping you in his arms from behind as his boner poked your thigh. he groaned at the mere touch of your body. you stirred, but never awoke. his fingers moved down to your waistband, slipping your shorts down to your thighs very cautiously until your lacey panties were revealed. he felt his dick twitch in his pants at the very sight. were you trying to make him fuck you?

he played with your sensitive clit through your panties, rubbing slowly and sensually and watching you squirm in your sleep, but staying unconscious still.

"such a good girl f'me.. staying asleep." he whispered, staring at you with obsession in his eyes. he wanted you to love him so badly, he thinks you two would be the perfect couple. he tweaks out at the mere thought of another man liking you.

he pulled your panties down and dipped two of his long digits into your sweet cunt, moaning at the feeling of your wet walls clenching around him. he slowly pumped them in and out, watching your face contort in pleasure in your sleep. he kept whispering his name into your ear, trying to contaminate your dreams with him and only him in hopes you would moan out his name. that's all he needed to hear right now.

"you're perfect, baby. absolutely perfect. it's like you were made for me.. you love me too, don't you? yeahh, i know you do.. don't worry, i love you just as much."

he was getting off to just fingering you, whispering in your ear more while inserting a third finger and speeding the pace just a bit more, but making sure it wasn't enough motion to wake you up.

"m-mh.. reo..?"

your soft moan that was laced with confusion and it's usual sweetness made him cum in his boxers, biting his lip to silence any noise. he abruptly stopped his movements in your hole, glancing at your face to make sure you weren't stirring awake. for a moment, it seemed like you were going to, but with silence and stilled movement, you eventually went back to being fully unconscious. that was close.

reo carefully pulled his fingers out of your pussy, licking them clean and loving the sweet taste. he pulled up your shorts, your slick and cum dampening your panties. the purple haired man smiled warmly at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead and whispering a 'goodnight, my darling' into your ear before leaving to go home.

in the morning, you were very confused how you had came last night. you faintly remembered reo entering your dream, and you could almost feel him fingering you; but that must've just been a dream, right? why were you even thinking about him anyway? did you..actually like him without realizing it? you felt a bit needy for him now.

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NAGI SEISHIRO ౨ৎ

nagi who felt warm when you were around. you had been the only girl to ever consistently talk and check up on him, giving him a sweet smile each time. he was pretty indifferent at first, but eventually he found himself enjoying every interaction.

actually, he found himself enjoying it a bit too much.

nagi who slowly became obsessed with you, love pumping through his blood every time he saw you. he began approaching you more, asking to hang out, asking you if you had a boyfriend, asking if you were busy.. you found it cute at first, but he started getting a bit more strange.

nagi who started taking pictures of you on his phone, stashing it into an album of you he had hidden.

nagi who would secretly start recording before you approached him, and 'accidentally' drop his phone under you, camera aimed up, so he could get an upshot of your skirt for his album to jack off to later.

nagi who started following you around, noting places you often visited. he wanted to be near you 24/7, and he saw no problem with what he was doing. he had never liked anyone before, so this feeling was probably normal, right? this was a normal thing to do, right?

nagi who would enter your house uninvited, lazily lounging on your couch and shrugging nonchalantly when you shockingly asked why he was in your house.

"just missed you, i guess."

nagi who started following you on many random accounts- your instagram and tiktok flooded with "user46985634" or some such who either spam liked your posts and commented about how beautiful you were or stalked your reposts. each time you blocked an account, a new one would appear.

nagi who would think of you at night when fucking his fist, groaning your name shamelessly. he would swap between looking at your photos on your instagram to looking at the photos he took, nutting on his phone screen every time.

nagi who steals your panties from your dirty laundry basket, sniffing them, licking them, and rubbing them against his hard cock once he was home.

nagi who started touching you without any care of your boundaries, bluntly telling you that he was in love with you and nothing could change the way he felt so you might as well save him the hassle and fall in love, too.

nagi clicked his tongue after climbing through your living room window, finally entering your home. you had locked the doors since it was nighttime, but he still didn't appreciate the fact he had to put in effort to get in compared to the times he easily just waltzed right in. either way, he pushed his annoyance aside and walked up the stairs, not caring about being quiet. he entered your home without permission so many times, you surely were used to it now, right?

the snowy haired man walked into your bedroom, closing the door gently behind him. his droopy eyes softened at your adorable sleeping body, his cock feeling heavier in his pants. you were so ethereal without even trying- and with the way the moonlight shone down and illuminated your skin, it only furthered his now undying love for you.

the mattress dipped under his weight as he got on, towering above you. he felt his breath shake in slight excitement as he moved you onto your back, slowly pushing down your shorts off, doing the same with your panties but stuffing them into his pocket for later use. his mouth watered at the sight of your bare cunt, making him harder and harder by the minute. all nagi wanted was to love you, and have you love him in return. you were always so nice and so sweet, and he was under the assumption now that you were totally in love with him, too. he licked his lips as he pulled out his phone, hitting record once he was out of his pants and aiming it down at your body, pushing up your oversized shirt to reveal your chest as well.

his larger hand came down to tightly hold your waist, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

"so sorry, baby.. need you so badly, you don't even know.."

he grunted as he pushed into your walls, adjusting the camera view as his fat cock began splitting you in half. you moved a bit in your sleep, wincing as a soft noise escaped your lips.

"so cute, y/n.."

he murmured, bottoming out in you. his long length kissed your cervix from how deep he was inside you, a bulge formed in your tummy. nagi's hand moved from your waist to the bulge, pressing down on it with a groan. he slowly began thrusting into you, filming the entire thing so he could rewatch it later. soft moans left your lips unconsciously as he started fucking you, eyes locked onto you with adoration. nagi never felt this way for anyone in his entire, boring life- you added a color to it that nobody else could, and now he wouldn't be satisfied with anyone else.

"mh.."

you stirred awake, sleepy eyes fluttering open from all the movement and pleasure. however, once you processed what was happening, your cheeks flushed and your once tired eyes shot wide open.

"a-ah-?! nagi, w-what are you?!"

"shh, baby." nagi silenced you with a kiss, "y'so fucking cute. so glad you approached me so much, made me so happy.. lemme make you feel good in return. pretty please?"

with how good he was thrusting into you, it made it hard to say no.

AN: AHH IM OBSESSED W STALKER REO AND NAGI <33 i actually LOVE this concept sm it makes me ugghh

[technicallyastar]

Survivors, Killers, and Debauchery

Basically, who’s willing to get freaky outside of a relationship. I was actually a little torn about making this. Like, I think it would be a bit less common to hookup with these people due to a lot of factors… but also everyone is kinda stuck in a pocket dimension for eternity, so, ya know....

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DTF

Chance. He’s got a pretty high libido and has no problem separating feelings from sex. As long as he doesn’t hate you, and there’s mutual attraction, he’s down to clown.

John Doe. He’d take a bit to build some trust first, but after that he’s down for a quicky. He understands that hormones run high sometimes, and it doesn’t have to mean anything beyond needing to get off, this is especially true for him after a match adrenaline pumping through his veins and warm blood caked on his body he definitely pops a boner. I don’t recommend a hate-fuck, but hey if that’s what you’re into.

Guest 1337. He’s of the opinion that this unconventional situation calls for taking your comforts where you can get them. He’s also pretty good at keeping sex and feelings separate, but requires a base-line trust level like John Doe. He can’t be watching his back when his dick is out. He understands craving intimacy, so he’s willing to be sensual even for one-off hookups.

Noli. As long as you’re into the crude types, he’s alright for some fun between the sheets. he can keep feelings and sex separate as long as he can isolate from you for a few days after the fact. Gotta cancel out that post-sex dopamine.

Shedletsky. He’s fun, friendly, and lived life constantly on the move! He’s fine with flings, but would prefer something like FWB, if not an actual relationship. He trusts friends to communicate with him more, which takes more stress off his shoulders and keeps things lighthearted.

Guest 666. As long as they're attracted to you and you get along, they're down. Frankly, they're always been a bit impatient and has trouble waiting for the things they want. (Your body included.) Who needs those drawn-out foreplay rituals when they've got a perfectly good floor beneath them?

iTrapped. If he finds you interesting, he’s probably willing. He doesn't even really need to like you--he's another willing to hate-fuck. His libido is lower than others, though, and he’s busy, so hookups won’t happen as often as with others. Also a little more likely to develop feelings for his bedroom partner…though they may be based more in possessiveness than romantic interest.

1x1x1x1. Don’t know if I recommend this…but you know what, you do you. Definitely hate-fucks. It's... Rough too put it lightly. Good luck...(They hate pretty much everyone, so there you have it.)

In Certain Conditions/ It’s Complicated

Bright Eyes. The circumstances are a bit dubious, but she finds sex to be a good distraction. Another one of those bad coping habits she leans on when she’s a bit desperate. Deep down, she’d rather sleep with someone she’s exclusive with.

007n7. He would strongly prefer to be in a relationship first, but if you have some reasonable apprehension about commitment, he’s understanding…and can be seduced.

Taph. If he sleeps with you, he’s been pining for a while. You don’t have to be exclusive yet for him to break, though.

Dusekkar. You don’t have to be exclusive yet, but if dusekkar is taking you to bed then you should know he is, in fact, courting you with the intention of being exclusive later.

Only With a Romantic Partner

King. Literally if you’re not dating he doesn’t even like you. (Though, there’s a chance you might have a “hook up” before you know you’re in a relationship with him lol.)

Noob. They dont trust anyone but a partner to touch or see them like that.

Azure. Like Noob, he doesn’t trust anyone enough for that. Even a romantic partner will be waiting a while for him.

Builderman. he’s busy with other things, and frankly doesn’t even notice his own physical desires unless he has a partner he can spend extensive periods of alone time with.

Jane Doe. First of all she's married, and seems to be quite committed... Safe to say she's not popping pussy anytime soon. (Her skank ass husband, who given... has lost his memories will sling dick like it's on sale, Excuse my crude language)

(I should probably make a masterlist huh...)

[randomslasher]

Okay...I'm going to 'um, actually' this post, but the tl;dr is no, this is not real, and hopefully that won't change how you feel about these amazing creatures because they truly are incredible. So no, jumping spiders do not raise their young. Other than a species of ant mimic jumping spider, which is far less "cute" than the species here, this is just not a behavior of this family of spider. Like most spiders, jumpers will care for the egg sac, but once it hatches, the young (called slings) are self-sufficient and will leave the nest immediately. Additionally, a single egg sac can produce anywhere from 50-200 eggs, so raising offspring would look very different than these pictures (most of which appear to be photoshopped, staged, or displaying the sexual dimorphism between male and female of the species--the males tending to be significantly smaller). However, if you DO want to see something cool, please consider checking out the lycosidae family of spider, which is the family of wolf spiders. These spiders DO exhibit more paternal behaviors; the female of many lycosidae species will first carry her egg sac under her abdomen, and will then carry her young on her back until they are large enough to hop off and take care of themselves. I won't attach pictures because while I think they're adorable, wolf spiders don't tend to get the "cuteness" pass that jumpers do. If you're not afraid of spiders or if you're willing to try it out though, I highly recommend looking this up--it's such a cool behavior and I frankly think wolf spiders look like puppies (it's something about the eye configuration). THAT SAID. Just because Jumping spiders don't raise a single offspring to maturity as this post seems to be trying to suggest, don't let that change your opinion of these incredible creatures. Jumping spiders are amazingly intelligent and curious animals, and are commonly kept as pets. They exhibit distinct personalities and many individuals can be acclimated to being handled. I've even had several wild jumpers voluntarily walk onto my hand and chill with me (it's super adorable when they're curious about you, too--they will LITERALLY do the puppy head tilt while regarding you). They're also incredible hunters, using ambush techniques rather than webs to capture prey, hence the amazing jumping ability. This kind of anthropomorphizing of creatures typically seen as "creepy" is pretty disingenuous, because it implies animals have to behave the way humans do before we see them as worthy of respect. Spiders are incredible animals who get a very bad rap for very little reason, but if you take the time to learn about them, they are absolute marvels of evolution and survival that have been wildly successful in filling a massive variety of ecological niches. I encourage anyone who is interested in them (or even slightly intrigued) to watch some videos or read some articles because there are truly awesome things to learn!

jumping spiders and their babies

[hellsquills]

Reason To Believe

Man it struck me kinda funny Seemed kinda funny sir to me How at the end of every hard earned day People find some reason to believe

tw: drugs mention

Ford had been receiving mystery calls for a while. They weren't very common, but in the last seven years he had got over 50. They were all fairly similar: he would answer the phone introducing himself, then asking who was on the other side of the line, and then he'd hear some quick breathing and other assorted street noises. Whoever they were, they would always call from a phone booth, not a closed space like a house. Sometimes, especially at the beginning, Ford would wait a few moments to try to get the other person to talk; he never succeeded. Then, as time went on and he became busier with work, he would snap at the caller, demanding them to reveal themselves, because he had no time for stupid games. The worst part came later, when he was in contact with different institutions that were offering him grants and he would be forced to always pick up the phone and wait for an answer, just to be met with more sighing and silence. It was driving him crazy.

He had tried everything: he had waited patiently; he had talked into the phone in hopes the receiver would articulate a single word back; he had changed his phone number a few times and only shared them with scholars, his family and Fiddleford; he had threatened the mystery caller with calling the police, trying in vain to intimidate them... None of that ever worked. In the last few years, he simply settled for ignoring it. Not because he didn't want to know who it was, but merely because he didn't have time for another theory to solve. He had to focus on his work, and he made the stranger know just that.

“It's you again? Wonderful. Make sure you listen to me. If the next time you call I don't hear a word as soon as I pick up, I will track you down. I have the technology to do it, and I will. This is my final warning. Do you understand?”

As per usual, no answer. Ford had hung up feeling like he finally made some progress, even if that was just partially true. He had made Fiddleford aware of his situation after the previous time, in which his friend was in the room when the call came through. The taller man, as usual, had matched his curiosity and was rather interested in the mystery, and he had begun building a tracking device. With their very packed schedules it was taking longer than they initially expected, but it was coming along. It was ready just in time for the next call.

“F! Get your invention, quick!”

The aforementioned jumped out of his bed and looked under it, pulling a box with God-knows-what in it.

“Are you ready?”

“Yessir.”

“Stanford Pines speaking.”

A beat of silence. Expected.

“Stanf-”

“Sixer...”

Ford's eyes nearly popped. He couldn't believe it.

“Sixerrr... tallk t'me...”

Actually, he could believe it.

It was so obvious. Who could have access to his phone number if not the people he gave it to? Easy: someone who got it from someone he did give it to. It also had to be someone close to him: he had thoroughly insisted on keeping this number private and to not share it with anyone he didn't know about. Of course, his mother (definitely not his father) had found the legal loophole and sent it to his only brother that didn't already have it.

Now it was his time to sigh. “Stanley?”

“Heyyy... what's up, whatcha doin'? How's life?”

This was unbelievable.

“Are you serious?” he began, his tone severe but under cont– “Are you serious?!”

No more self-control. Ford had exploded, destroying any remaining patience and curiosity he had before he heard his brother's voice. Even Fiddleford had stopped in his tracks, looking at Ford like he just grew an extra head. He knew about Stanley, his friend had told him about him when he found an old picture of two identical boys on top of a boat in between all of Ford's papers. He hadn't elaborated further, and Fiddleford hadn't pried.

“It was you? All of this time, it was you who was calling me?! For what, just to play with me? Was this just a sick prank of yours?!”

“...”

“Don't you dare stay quiet now!”

“I won't... 'm sorry.”

“Yeah, I bet you are sorry. Sorry because I caught you, I presume. What sort of prank is this?”

“S-Sixer pleas’... liss'n t'me...”

“Maybe I do not want to, Stanley! I have tried to listen to you, and you would not answer! Why should I listen to you?”

The sound of a slap against flesh was his only response, followed by a loud metallic thud. For a split second, Ford's anger turned into concern.

“What was that?” No reply. “Stanley, what was that?”

“Me,” his brother said. “'m tryna stay 'wake.”

“What do you mean awake–” Ford's concern quickly dissipated. The rage that followed was like nothing he had felt in a long time. “Have you been calling me while drunk?!”

It all made sense. The sighs, the silence, the very noticeable slurring that Ford hadn't discerned due to his agitated state... and now the self-beating. His brother was drunk, very drunk, and he was dragging Ford along with him for his miserable ride. The absolute nerve.

“Are you fucking serious, Stanley?! You've been calling me for years only to say nothing, making me paranoid that someone was stalking me, making me lose sleep over this, just because you were getting drunk?! And what, you decided that being miserable on your own wasn't entertaining enough, so you would call me… for what exactly? What were you trying to achieve with this stunt? Are you that much of a coward that you wouldn't even speak as I picked up?”

More silence, only broken by a nearby motorcycle.

“You're unbelievable. Utterly unbelievable. Almost ten years and you haven't had the guts to call me once, to apologize, to even start a conversation. And now it turns out you only do not care to speak to me, but also that this is some sick joke to you!” Once again, Ford's anger was turning into something else, and he knew what it was. He tried to focus on his rage rather than on the tight feeling that was taking over his whole heart. “I don't know what compelled you to do this dozens of times, but whatever you just drank, I need you to sober up and listen: Stop. Calling me. I was already mad at you and I was already mad at the mystery caller. But knowing that you're the same person is just too much. If you want to spend your time making poor decisions and ruining your life go ahead, but don't rope me into this no more! So for the last time, what do you want?!”

Ford's ears were ringing. He didn't think he had it in him to blow up like he did, but there it was; the accumulated frustration he had been feeling for almost a decade, let loose in a few minutes. He was furious, not only at the situation, but also because he didn't want this. He didn't want to explode like that. He didn't want his brother to be the mystery caller. And, above all, he didn't want to know Stanley was only calling him while intoxicated. Like their relationship was something so unimportant that a drunken conversation would do. Like he cared so little that a drunken joke was his way of entertainment.

For as much as he wanted to hate his brother, he couldn't. He could be angry, but not hateful. He had tried for years, but just imagining Stanley stopping by his college to apologize and make up was enough to give him hope. Such useless thing, hope.

“I jus' wanna say goodbye.”

What was that? “What?”

“Goodbye, Ford.”

A chill ran down Ford's spine. He should be angry, why was Stan's voice worrying him?

“What do you mean 'say goodbye'?” His voice was way less demanding than he would've liked. Ford looked up, only to see Fiddleford staring at him with his eyes fully open. At least he wasn't the only one taken aback.

“You won't hear from me again, doncha worry.”

“Stanley, clear your drunken mind for a second and speak. What are you talking about?” Stan said he'd leave him alone, why hadn't he hung up on him already?

“'m dead, Sixer. They're gonna kill me.”

Great. Just what he needed, a paranoid drunk brother.

“Stanley, for god's sake, you're just–”

“I'M NOT DRUNK, SIXER!” Stan screamed, loud enough that even Fiddleford on the other line flinched. “They... they found me... they gave me some'ing... but I ran. I'm out.”

Ford couldn't speak. If this was his brother's last attempt to gain his pity, it was working. He wanted to believe this was some drunken delusion, but Stan sounded incredibly scared. Stan was never scared. And if he was, he wouldn’t show it. In the very offhand chance that he was right...

“They'll find me. The car's outta fuel, and I... I can't even think. Whatever they put in my arm, it's strong. I can't go anymore. I'm so tired.”

A gentle hand on his knee brought him back to his senses. Fiddleford, who was sitting right in front of him on the floor, mouthed the words what's happening?.

“'m so sorry, Ford,” Stan said all of a sudden, and Stanford's heart fully broke. His twin was crying. His brother never cried, not even when he tricked people as kids. When was the last time he'd seen Stan…? Oh. Oh, no. “For everythin'. You're right, always, like always. I tried, I really did, I promise, but I just... I couldn't even be the only thing I was born to be... a brother.”

Ford opened his mouth, only to close it again at the sound of another, harder slap on the other side of the line.

“Listen, I put all ma money on this call, so please... please don' hang up.” Stan's voice was the slightest bit clearer after that second slap, but Ford could only focus on the way his voice was raspy, shaking, and pleading. He couldn't find a single trace of lying.

I won't, he said, only to himself.

“'m so sorry for everything. Everything. Not only whatcha thinkin' 'bout.” Even through the phone, Stan could read him like a book. “'m sorry for not being enough, ever. I wasn't smart 'nough to go study with ya, or strong enough to defend ya from all those assholes at school, or rich enough to get us both outta New Jersey like we wanted.” Ford was trying to make a mental note of everything his brother was saying, and he restrained himself from denying Stan’s words. “I always knew I was useless, but... you were still with me. And I would think it was because we're just twins, but... but you would tell me you liked having me around. Even if I was useless, you wanted me by your side.” Ford could almost see his brother smile while talking about him. “I didn't get it, and I still don't. I know it's different now, and I promise, I know that you want nothing to do with me, but I... I needed to call you before I'm gone, 'cause... I love you. I love you, and I'm sorry, I'm sorry...”

With his brother openly sobbing on the other side of the line, it shouldn't have surprised Ford to find a tear running down his cheek, but it did. It was a wakeup call, a sign that time was still ticking.

“... I'm sorry, I love you, Sixer, I–”

“Stanley, where are you?”

“... what?”

“Where are you, Stanley, come on.”

“I... why?”

“Just tell me!” The anger was there, but it had definitely shifted. His worry was taking over. If what his brother was saying was true, he had to go get him right now. If he was lying... at least he could go and spit in his face in person. Unfortunately, everything in the last five minutes was telling him it wasn't a lie. “Please, before the call cuts. Tell me.”

“What, you're gonna come pick me up?” Stanley laughed humorlessly, and Ford's mind replayed some moments back in their teen years in which Stan would scoff exactly like that.

“What, you're gonna come sleep in my bed?” That time when they were 12 and Stan had such a panic attack that he would not fall asleep.

“What, you think he's wrong?” That time when they were 14 and a teacher screamed and called Stan everything under the sun for not being able to read a text out loud.

“What, you think I didn't deserve it?” That time when they were 16 and Ford learned for the first time that their father had been hitting Stan since they were little.

All those times, Ford had surprised Stan by telling him the opposite of what we was thinking: yes, I'll sleep in your bed if it helps you stop shaking; yes, I think it's wrong that a teacher insults you because you have trouble reading; no, I don't think you deserve to be beaten up by your father. His brother had been shocked to hear those words every single time, like anyone in their right mind wouldn't say the same thing. Or maybe he was shocked that it was Ford who said them. Either way, he had always reminded Stan that he had his back.

When did that turn into this?

“Do you want me to?”

“...”

“Stan, I'm going. If what you're telling me is true and you really are in danger, I'm going.”

“...”

“Stanley, don't fall asleep!”

“'m not...” Stanley's voice was tired, too tired. Ford wasn't sure who would give up first, him or the phone. “Six', I... 'm already dead. It's not worth it. I'm not worth it, and y'know it. Deep down.”

Ford closed his eyes tightly. This self-loathing wasn't new, but it was terrible timing. His brother would shut down whenever he was like this and he wouldn't speak another word on the topic. He couldn't afford that. He needed to make him talk.

“Stan.”

“Yeah.”

“You said you love me, right?”

“...”

“Stan.”

“... more than anything, Six.”

“Then if this is our last talk, please, tell me. Where are you?

“'m... in New Mexico.”

“Okay, New Mexico, good. I need you to be more specific. Albuquerque? Santa Fe? Las Cruces?”

“I don't... I can't remember...”

“Stanley, you have to. Where was the last place you went to?”

“I... was on the run. From Mexico.”

“Mexico and New Mexico are not–” Seriously Stanford? Is this the time for a lecture? “Listen, are you positive you are in the US?”

“Yeah, 'm sure.”

“Alright, so if we've established that, I need you to focus, okay? What city is closer to you?”

“I don't know, I don't know Ford.” Stan's voice was getting increasingly weaker, and now the panic was seeping through.

“Okay, Stan, listen to me.” Stanford's mind was screaming at him to comfort his brother now; he could hear Stanley's breath getting faster, and his voice was getting higher. He was seconds away from a paralyzing panic attack, and he knew for a fact that a 'calm down' would not work on him. He just had to get him to talk, answer his questions, and nothing else. “How much does your payphone charge per minute?”

“Uhh... 15 cents.”

“How much did you put in?”

“I don't know, I think... like four bucks?”

“Okay, good, we have some time.” They did not have time. “After you left Mexico, do you recall the name of any city?”

“Some... they were mostly in Spanish.”

“Okay, good. You were good at languages, I bet you know what they meant. Which ones do you remember? What did they mean?”

“El Paso. The Step… Oscuro. Dark... Corona. Crown... Estancia. Stay.”

“Alright, and the one you're in right now, is it in Spanish?”

“No, this... I stopped here... because I knew the name.”

“What name was it?”

“It's... from a book. I book you read to me.”

“What book?”

“I thought... it was funny. And I stayed here. Before the car broke down.”

“Stan, what book was it?”

“Ford...”

“Tell me the book, come on.”

“I... I can't see.”

“Stan, just tell me the book, or the name, anything! Please, just anything!”

“It's... fine. I'm sorry, Ford.”

“Wait, Stan!”

On the other side of the line, a loud thud was heard against the pavement. Ford shouted his brother's name urging him to stand up, to wake up, to please say something. It only lasted a minute, though, until the signal went dead.

[athenalvss]

ITS ALL GOOD MISS

summary: Dick has a lot of fun creating awkward moments when social services come to check on him at Wayne Manor.

a/n: I was reading Batman and Robin Year One and well, I'm a little obsessed with the dynamic that Bruce and Dick had.

pairing: Bruce wayne x civil! fem reader; Dick grayson x batmom

open request - batmom masterlist

It had only been a couple of weeks since Dick had arrived at his new life at Wayne Manor, the young boy had entered that home like a ray of sunshine, determined to move forward with his life despite the traumatic loss of his parents right before his eyes.

Dick Grayson was a special boy, with an energy that was too much for his small body, eager to help and be a part of anything offered to him, as long as it wasn't homework or school stuff.

Dick's arrival at the mansion had been something positive for Bruce, on more than one occasion Alfred had been surprised to see him smile, or when he was busy in the kitchen laughter could be heard echoing off the large walls of the Batcave, he was beginning to believe that it was a good idea for Bruce to decide to bring the boy.

But there were many people who weren't so happy about this. At the child protection services offices, they were a little surprised, and not in a good way. They were waiting for the day when they could take the child out of their hands.

Why would a billionaire, living his prime as a playboy, adopt an orphaned child who would be traumatized for life by the murder of his parents?

For that very reason, everyone at the mansion was more than attentive to Miss Lyn's imminent visit.

Well...,actually just you and Alfred were attentive to it, Bruce and Dick were very busy training, going out at night and returning in the early hours of the morning taking advantage of the fact that Dick was still on vacation.

Your relationship with Bruce was private, not to use the word secret since you weren't hiding from anyone, but keeping a lower profile would avoid certain harassment from Gotham's pesky prey.

You weren't interested in being on the cover of a tabloid or being named Woman of the Month in venomous columns. You knew what you had with Bruce, and he was more than happy to keep him out of the spotlight. There would be time to take pictures of you together once them found out you were getting married.

"Do you think she's going to give us trouble?"

"I don't doubt it," Alfred said, pouring the tea. "But this family has seen worse, miss."

Just then, hurried footsteps were heard. Dick was coming down the stairs, his training uniform half-buttoned and wearing a huge smile, while Bruce followed him with a calmness that could only be feigned.

"Is the paper lady here yet?" Dick asked, stopping in front of you.

"Not yet," you replied, lowering yourself to his level to straighten his shirt. "But she'll be here any moment. Are you ready to act like an angel?"

Dick nodded enthusiastically, and you smiled. He was a sweet boy, one who deserved to stay. One who was finding a way to move on with his life and have a better future.

And when the bell rang, everyone looked at each other for a second.

"Dick, go to the study and sit there, don't make a fuss and behave yourself," Bruce ordered the boy and turned his body to continue down the hallway.

Bruce walked down the long hallway, reaching the mansion's front door. Meanwhile, you stood with Alfred in the kitchen, your hands slightly shaky as you arranged the homemade cookies on a small porcelain platter. As if that could change anything. As if the scent of butter and vanilla could soften the judgment in the caseworker's eyes.

"It won't help if you bite your nails," Alfred told you without even looking at you, while he poured the tea with his usual precision.

"I'm not eating them," you said, even though you had already brought your thumb to your lips three times without realizing it.

"You can tell from your face, miss," Alfred added with a half smile. It was his way of comforting you.

You tried to take a deep breath, forcing yourself to focus on what you could control. You'd been there since Dick arrived. You'd seen him wake up from nightmares, heard him laugh himself silly in the backyard, and helped him understand that his life hadn't ended with that jump without a net in the circus.

And if that woman came with the intention of taking him away, you would have something to say.

On the other side of the mansion, Miss Lyn presented herself with exactly the air you had expected: professional, impassive, and with a clipboard in her hand that seemed to weigh more than any sentence.

"Mr. Wayne," she greeted in a high, measured voice. "Thank you for seeing me."

"Come in" was all Bruce said, moving aside for her to enter.

In the kitchen, you cleared the tray of cookies and tea, feeling your heart pounding. Alfred glanced at you and nodded gently, as if to say, "It's your turn now."

Because even though your name wasn't on any document, even though the press didn't know who you were, within those walls you were also part of that family.

You were just entering the living room when you heard Miss Lyn's voice speaking to Bruce. "Bruce, you're the one who provoked all this questioning by presenting yourself as a tutor, even though you're single and have a reputation for... too much socializing."

Your eyebrow rose without being able to help it. Too much socializing. What a polite way of saying irresponsible playboy, you thought as you took a deep breath and gently pushed the door open with your hip, walking in with the tray in hand.

"Tea?" you asked with a calm smile, interrupting the awkward moment. Alfred would be proud of your punctuality.

The woman looked up, clearly surprised by your presence. Her eyes dropped to the tray and then back to you, assessing you as if you were part of her report.

"I didn't know Mr. Wayne had company," he commented neutrally.

"Not many people know that," you said, placing the tray on the table. "And that's how we like it."

Bruce didn't even flinch. He just crossed his arms, letting you handle the situation as only you knew how.

"And you are…?"

"She's my fiancée, Miss Lyn."

Miss Lyn blinked, barely for a second, trying to maintain her composure.

“Oh… I see. Congratulations, then,” she said, though her voice didn’t quite manage to sound natural.

You nodded with a gentle smile, pouring the tea with measured movements, as if the scene didn't intimidate you at all. Bruce, beside you, remained silent, but his posture relaxed slightly.

The conversation continued for a few more minutes, with questions about Dick's routine, his study habits, his emotional state. Bruce answered in short but clear sentences. You added details when necessary, with the same calmness with which you served the cookies.

"I hope you don't mind if I want to talk to the boy alone. I want to make sure he's safe."

"You have my word as Wayne and as a trauma survivor that the boy is safe in this house." Bruce looked at her seriously and showing great confidence in his words, he looked at the woman and guided her to the door. "Come with us, ask him yourself, he's waiting for you in the study."

The three of you stood in front of the large door of the study where Dick was, but as he had said before, Dick is a boy with great energy, and a little unconscious given his age.

When you opened the door, the first image you saw was Dick doing a somersault through the air, the large lamps in the room were in motion, revealing that he had grazed them when he jumped, leaving Bruce and you totally scared, not for him, but for Miss Lyn who looked at the whole situation with surprise and a look of horror.

"Hello," Dick greeted cheerfully. "Please hold your applause," as he stood grandly in the study chair.

You quickly gave him a reprimanding look and quickly walked over to his side. "Dick... for God's sake" you whispered as you guided him toward the door.

The woman looked at Bruce with disgust, who remained serious. "im upset as you are, and no, I don't approve."

── .✦

The next few times Miss Lyn approached Wayne Manor by surprise she got no response, of course someone was always in the mansion, but the people who mattered weren't, so to avoid even bigger problems, you and Alfred decided to go to the garden and enjoy the sunny day while ignoring the sound of the door being knocked.

But you couldn't escape any longer; if you continued ignoring these visits, even more problems would come, but you didn't expect the next visit to be on a Sunday at seven in the morning.

"Alfred, what the hell do we do now? They haven't arrived yet." You came out of the Batcave after hearing the door slam.

"Calm down, we have to stall for time. Take a deep breath, miss." Alfred walked firmly toward the door and opened it as usual. "Miss Lyn! What a surprise! We were expecting you?"

"No, Mr. Pennyworh, wasn't that one of the conditions in Mr. Wayne's contract? Occasional visits?"

"Of course, it's just too early," letting her into the mansion and guiding her to the living room as they continued their conversation.

You stayed there waiting in the living room until they arrived, if Bruce Wayne didn't arrive right now with that child you were going to kill him.

You settled into the armchair with a frown, arms crossed and a cup of coffee in your hands, trying to maintain your composure as Miss Lyn scanned the room, as if looking for dust in the corners or any evidence of neglect.

"Are you often alone with the boy, Miss…?" she asked, taking out her notebook in that inquisitive tone disguised as cordiality.

"That's right, I help him a lot with his homework, and we like to cook too" you replied with a friendly smile, although your eyes were already starting to stop hiding your impatience.

"Cooking?" Miss Lyn repeated, raising an eyebrow, as if it were a potentially dangerous activity. She jotted something down in her notebook. "And what kind of meals do you usually prepare?"

"Whatever he wants," you said, still smiling. "Although he's been obsessing over oatmeal and banana cookies lately."

"Umm, okay, I don't mean to be rude, but where's Mr. Wayne?" Lyn asked, just as a soft metallic sound was heard from the main hallway.

The front door opened with a soft creak, and you immediately turned your head. Bruce strode out, wearing his workout clothes and a towel draped over his shoulder.

"There's nothing like a good morning workout, dear! I..." Bruce stood in the doorway with a calm smile, the complete opposite of everything you were feeling. "Laura! We weren't expecting you here. Alfred, please get something for our guest."

"That won't be necessary Mr. Wayne, I'm just coming for a quick visit to see how Richard is." He looked at his watch.

"Alfred, would you ask Dick to come with us? He probably didn't hear the doorbell. He's quite a slouch."

"Why? What do you do at night when you can't rest?"

"He really likes watching movies. Sometimes we just stare and don't notice," you quickly replied. "My bad."

Then the sound of bare feet on marble broke the silence.

Dick appeared in the hallway, his hair disheveled, his eyes squinting, and his pajamas wrinkled as proof that he had at least tried to look asleep.

"Did someone say my name?" he asked hoarsely, rubbing his eye.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," you smiled at him as he approached and hugged you confidently around the waist, resting his head against your side as if seeking comfort.

"Are you okay?" you whispered, gently stroking his hair, checking for any bruises from their nighttime adventures.

"Mmm-hmm. Can I have breakfast now?"

Miss Lyn watched carefully, but something about the way Dick snuggled up to you spoke volumes. There was no coldness in that house. There was no neglect. There were bonds.

"Sure, in a moment," you told him. "But first, Miss Lyn came to see you."

Dick sat up a little, smiling with that mixture of shyness and charm that only he knew how to manage. "Hello Dick! How have you been? What have you been doing?"

"I went swimming"

"And do you like being here at Mr. Wayne's house? What do you think of him?" she asked Dick as she got down to his level.

"I like it, and Bruce is a great teacher."

"Oh yeah? And what has he been teaching you?"

"A lot of things! Do you know what the crime rate is in Gotham?"

[munsonsmixtapes]

Tea Party

dad!simon x mom!reader

You get home from work to see Simon and Layla having a tea party

You can find part one here!

The tiny table in Layla’s is laid with her tea set as well as a few snacks that Simon has made. Layla is in one of the chairs while he's on the floor, the two of them clinking their empty cups together before taking sips from them.

She insisted on making him wear one of her crowns as well as some of her jewelry and he was very quick to agree. He’d do anything for his little girl. All she has to do is bat those lashes and whatever she wants, she’s got it. She definitely got that trick from her mother.

“Cucumber sandwich, my lady?” He asks, holding out the plate filled with the snack to her and she takes one.

“Why thank you kind sir,” she replies before taking a tiny bite while Simon turns to the stuffed bunny that’s sitting in the chair next to him.

“Mr. Whiskers, cucumber sandwich?” He asks, holding out the plate.

“I’d love one,” he replies, putting on a voice for the bunny and his heart warms when he hears the giggles coming from his daughter. He puts a sandwich on the plate in front of the bunny then sets the sandwiches in the middle of the table.

He turns to her and she’s still eating her sandwich, talking to the teddy bear that’s on the other side of her. He doesn’t think he’s ever loved anyone more, wondering how he got so lucky. The second Simon held her after she was born, he knew that she was going to be something special. And seeing the way she’s grown up, he’s sure that she is.

Even though she’s got a little bit of each of you in her, she’s still very much her own person. She’s got her own interests and sense of humor and he loves how she loves being herself. She doesn’t care what anyone thinks and sometimes he wishes he could be more that way.

“Daddy.” He feels a small hand shaking his shoulder and he turns to Layla, seeing that she’s been trying to get his attention.

“Yes, my love?” She’s looking at him with those big eyes and just knows she’s going to say yes to whatever she’s asking.

“Cookie?” Her voice is so soft and sweet and he’s quick to grab a cookie from one of the plates and hand it to her. Thank you.”

“Anything for you, my lady,” he replies with a wide smile before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“I can’t believe I’m missing out on all the fun.” The two of them turn to see you standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame as you watch them like they’ve hung the moon.

“You’re just in time for tea, darling,” Simon smiles, holding out his hand to you. You step into the room and take his outstretched hand before sitting down on the floor next to Simon.

You get in a quick kiss before Layla is making a beeline for you, planting herself in your lap. If you’re around, chances are, that’s where she’ll be. It’s where she finds the most comfort. Well, that actually might be snuggled up between the two of you in your bed after she has a nightmare.

“I missed you,” she says, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Missed you too, baby,” you reply as you give each other a hug.

“Daddy, you have to offer mommy a sandwich, it’s the rule.”

“Sorry,” he apologizes and reaches for the plate of sandwiches, holding it out to you. “Sandwich, my lady?” He asks and you can’t help but feel teary eyed as you look at him dressed like that. This is everything you dreamed of when you would think about your future family and you can’t believe it actually became a reality.

“Why thank you kind sir,” you reply, taking a sandwich and taking a bite. “Alright, I hate to cut the party short, but it’s time for dinner.” Simon is more than grateful to hear that. These tiny foods are doing nothing to satisfy his hunger.

“I got pizza,” you tell him and his stomach growls in response.

“And breadsticks?” Layla asks, her eyes lighting up.

“Of course, baby,” you nod and the three of you stand to your feet.

“Daddy, airplane,” she says, holding her arms up and Simon is quick to scoop her up into his arms, holding onto her stomach and legs as he races out of the room making airplane noises. You’re quick to follow and join them at the table where the pizza sits and as you sit next to your husband, you can’t help but feel more than grateful for the family the three of you have built together.

[unfortunate-beetle-and-friends]

I mean, I guess it depends on my disagreement? Like if it's just "I dislike that ship", I will fully just shrug and move on and maybe complain to my boyfriends about it. If I'm like "ooh, cool theory but I think X needs to be taken into account" then I'll probably reblog and say so, not because I'm right and they should know they're wrong but because I feel like that's part of engaging in fandom? I want to actually discuss our ideas and bounce takes off each other, not just see them go past and only interact with things I completely agree with. I don't want to attack anyone or anyone's ideas if there's nothing like real-world-spreading-harm about them, but there are plenty of times when it's interesting to compare different thoughts without any bad feelings felt. Admittedly, the tone of the original post matters too.

i actually need to know people's thoughts on this because at least in my experience the answer to this has drastically changed since i was on tumblr in the 2010s and its driving me fucking insane

*im talking about fandom takes specifically. not someone being horribly evil about a real-life issue or or blatantly factually incorrect. literally just harmless fandom disagreements or differing interpretations of a text/character/etc.

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

I wouldn't mind if you wanted to share your feelings/thoughts on the Louis matter. I always liked reading what you had to say. I did notice that that tweet seemed to be the last straw for a lot of people in terms of keeping quiet about a lot of stuff that's been bothering them for a while. Also the fact you've been sort of away from it for a while means you'd have a more balanced and less heated perspective haha

yeah, ig that's true...... i was thinking of my perspective as incorrect bc i was so far from all of it but maybe it is an advantage. most ppl here know how much i've loved louis and for how long, so it's weird for me to admit how annoyed or even indifferent i've grown towards him. what i'm gonna say now is gonna piss some ppl off but ig i don't mind, but also pls keep in mind that this is literally just how i'm feeling, one single person somewhere on this globe. at this point i wish i cared less

i know that, for me personally, it's mostly been the tone of the fandom that has turned me off, which ofc has been fed by him: pretty superficial, about his looks, that have been pretty basic. empty platitudes about life, about being authentic without actually feeling real to me. oasis without the maniacal edge (which is what makes someone like liam gallagher intriguing). back when i felt like he really was still signalling it kinda felt like not a lot of people were genuinely interested in that part of him. like. im not here to thirst at a picture of that man im sorry i don't care how he did his hair and if that's all my dash is, i'll lose interest

another major reason, as well, is that i was projecting a lot onto him: memories of how he used to be (in public), ideas of how interested he is in queer history or his queer identity, how left-leaning or anti-establishment he is, etc. and some of that might be true but i can't see it in the way he profiles himself now, and i'm over the idea that i should be seeing through three thousand layers of his 'image' to the point where there is almost nothing that indicates that i've got the story straight yk. the way he wants to be seen is not the way i see him, so then it's me who's got to move on. i've accepted that gradually now to the point where it's so obvious i was lying to myself and pretending to love him more than i did for a while there. most of all, i was waiting for him to do something else, something more. if i then get annoyed bc he doesn't fulfill those imaginary expectations i've set, then that's on me. i'm annoyed now that i was wrong, but mostly that i was a bit delusional about him for a long while

and i get closets, i get the problems of the industry, i still know all of the things i knew when i was convinced that i should stand by him/them. that doesn't mean i have to pretend i like whatever he's doing with his solo career atm. i'm not going to another tour with red/black lighting and chicago songs, i've seen it by now. at the end of the day, i'm a fan of good (live) music, and i haven't listened to his solo stuff anymore since the obsession died down.

i was letting my feelings die down quietly for a while tbh and yeah, the recent stuff has really irked me. hinting at the new album and that it's going to be basically fitf all over again, tweeting that the fandom is toxic and for what? but before all that the new 28clothing collection, accompanied by the saddest fucking interview i've ever read about someone i wish i didn't care so much about.

at this point i don't know why im typing all of this out. what is the reason. i don't mean to make anyone angry. ig i just needed to vent, let these thoughts go. anyways. if he comes back with an album that wins me over again completely, then all i can say is that i'll be extremely happy.

[drdemonprince]

So im a life-long fan of taylor swift, shes my special interest. In high school and middle school none of my friends liked taylor swift. This was when taylor herself was still a teen and most criticism about her was "ugh she dates too much" and whatever. Online, where my autistic ass spends a lot of free time, lots of people love to bully swifties. Some people will have valid critiques about taylor and capitalism but then someone calls her a bitch and my lonely 14 year old self is triggered. So your post about masking bc of the internet made me think about this. Bc im still so insecure about being a swiftie.

It's taken me a long time to realize most adults in real life will not be mean about your music taste. Most of them don't care. At least not any of the adults I hang out with. I have friends now who don't enjoy taylors music but they dont judge me at all. It's nice.

yeah and people who are heavy social media users also have this tendency to make a person's every habit or aesthetic preference into some kind of heavily valenced symbol of who they are fundamentally and morally (because it allows them to reduce decency into having the 'right' tastes, which makes it easier for them to pass themselves off as virtuous simply for hating the right things). so bagging on swifties becomes more than just a matter of personal sensibility, it's now a righteous political crusade against climate change, or white feminism, or performative allyship, or whatever issue du jour they have chosen to use swift fandom as a stand-in for. and it doesn't even matter how much swift is a fitting symbol of these issues as a person herself (because there is a whole, wide spectrum of behaviors for which she is criticized with equal fervor, people act like her carbon footprint and her fucking matt healy are equally bad for the planet), it's swift's aesthetic and style and the people who like her who become the problem more than the actual billionaire and how her actions affect people materially. this style of social justice criticism is heavy on the "social" part -- it is about marking who you affiliate yourself with, and trying to launder your own reputation through that, it's not about justice or helping anyone out materially.

[imjunebitch]

hey chat, if you claim to be a progressive activist, and your willingness to show compassion and advocate only goes as far as your own identity, you are bad at activism!

to get this out of the way, i certainly don't consider myself an activist, im not even fully out of the closet, im slightly active in gsa, and I post discourse on tumblr occasionally, that does not make me an activist. a lot of queer people or otherwise marginalized people aren't, or can't be, or just don't want to be, and that's okay! most people shouldn't have to be, in my opinion! but i Poast as I do bc i try to be compassionate and when I see shit I Feel The Need To Address It.

look at all the damn TRFs on this site, essentially. You'll note some things about the group as a whole, and this is a generalization, which is a bad thing, i apologize and promise im not shit talking any of these associated groups, im gonna make a coherent point i prommy! but the vast majority of them are white, perisex, gender conforming, binary lesbian transfems. nothing wrong with that, that's cool! but you'll note that all they ever seem to advocate for is, well, white, perisex, gender conforming, binary lesbian transfems, and they continually shit on everyone else.

(although they might occasionally show some solidarity with nonbinary people. oh, but only "TMA" nonbinary people. grabbing them by their hands and explaining the existence of intersex people I stg, drop your fucking bigoted false dichotomy that inherently forces nonbinary people to reveal their assigned sex to you to even be respected by you and still defines them by that anyway. drop your system that treats intersex people like an unimportant afterthought. collateral damage in your shitty quest to have a short snappy acronym you can drag through the mud because you don't have the fucking guts to just say that you hate trans men with your whole pussy) ⬅️ period of foaming rage over now

so here's the problem. they want to be activists! they really do! but their interest in activism stops where they stop, and they have no interest in forming compassion, alliance, or any sort of bond with anyone outside of that group. and in all to many cases, they have real, actual ire against people not in their group. even groups that have so much in common with them! what else could aphobia in queer spaces be? or intersexism in trans and queer spaces? or racism among queer people, or transandrophobia among trans women and fems? what does all of this have in common? two things really.

it's so fucking stupid that trying to explain it to a friend who isn't online makes you feel like you're just rambling because it is genuinely so fucking stupid. all of you exclusionist assholes are so genuinely cartoonishly stupid and so completely blind to intersectionality and just fucking compassion as a concept that trying to explain your stances and how fucking MANY of you there somehow are makes ME look like I'm just rambling away. had to get that off my chest

they come from a fundamental unwillingness to engage with anything outside of whatever they have defined as the in-group.

it boggles my damn mind that a trans person could say intersexism and exorsexism aren't real, or that a queer person could shit on asexual and aromantic people, or that a transfem person could say that a transmasc person doesn't actually suffer from their own kind of oppression, or that so many white queers are so shitty towards poc queers. but all of this comes from people saying "i want progress, but i only want it for myself, and the groups I relate to and nobody else." tma/tme shit is this at its absolute clearest. let's impose a dichotomy of who is and is not oppressed, let's define "oppressed" as "suffers in a way similar to me" and now let's shit on everyone who isn't "oppressed." (which again is clearly just shorthand for transmasculine, about 70% of the time. work your fucking issues out, trans men and mascs are not the oppressor.)

but look guys. I can go outside. i can read the news. i can talk to and hang around with my friends and partners, and through doing all of this i can see that you're completely full of shit. i can see sexuality being forced on asexual people,listen to stories from ace and around people about being forced into relationships and see that clearly things aren't fucking sunshine and rainbows for ace people! i can see and hear how people dismiss or deride intersex people and see "huh looks like intersex people are made invisible and ignored or otherwise treated as if something is wrong with them, damn, wish we had a word for that, how does 'intersexism" sound?" i identified as nonbinary for a while so i fucking know firsthand how people, even sometimes other queer people, just treat you like your assigned sex, especially if you don't present as androgynous. i can go to queer events and see how fucking unwelcome poc queers are, and I can fucking hang out with my friends and my partners, the "TME queers" you fucking ASSHOLES love to shit all over and see, fucking firsthand, how they are treated. how trans men are simultaneously infantilized and treated like predators for existing, how gnc people are treated like they're subhuman or novelties, how all of us queer people threatened, and hurt, and beaten down by bigotry, transfem or not.

and then I get to come home, and i go online, and i see you fucking vultures tearing apart other marginalized groups. people like them. people i love. because I guess that's fucking easier isn't it. it's easier to blame your problems on a nonbinary teenager who uses pronouns you dislike and say that xe's the cause of your oppression, or to shit on a trans man who can't bind or cut his hair because his parents would kill him instead of actually doing something to help your own fucking community. fuck you.

help your fucking community, at least. if you can't even bring yourself to try to advocate for others, then damn, at least spend your time advocating for your own group and not contributing to the issues of another.

I'm tired, yanno.

[alien-slushie]

Because people are talking about it the comments, Im gonna cover what I would/will do if I ever get around to writing this. Not going in super detail but thought I'd clarify.

So; Danny's relationship with the BatFam

Danny's first run in with Batman and Robin is soon after he moves into Gotham. Batman and Robin are checking him out as a newbie to Gotham after his background check looked sketchy due to his parents. Danny pretty much immediately disliked Batman, what with him encouraging childhood Vigilanteism, but he stayed out of his way.

On the front of Bruce Wayne, he clocked immediately that Bruce was hiding something, he's just not totally sure what, and he tries to keep Tim as far from Bruce Wayne as possible, even if that means Danny has to go to stuffy Gala's and Parties. He wants Tim to be a kid, so he let the Drake partners coach him on how to blend in.

Tim becomes Robin/helps Batman behind Danny's back. Danny takes a little while to figure it out because he respects Tim's boundaries and doesn't snoop around, but after two weeks of Tim coming home with some sort of injury, no matter how small, he starts thinking he's being bullied, and while Tim won't talk about it, Danny starts giving him some self defense lessons.

Eventually Tim comes clean, and while Danny assures Tim he's not angry at him, as soon as Tim is tucked into bed that night, Danny storms over to Bruce's house, because it all finally clicks. Jason, the poor kid, had passed away not long ago and a new Robin was instated, Bruce is sketchy and hiding something, and Dick is far too casual with Tim, who Danny has only seen interact twice at social events.

As soon as Alfred opens the door Danny, politely, excuses himself, barges in, walking up to Bruce's study and decks him in the face as hard as normal humanly possible(he holds back all his ghost strength). I won't go into the full conversation, but Danny essentially gives Bruce serious dressing down on how he is allowing children to galavant through the city and fight full adults, some with powers, and how irresponsible and stupid it is. Danny doesn't let him get a word in as he scolds, and rants at him for almost thirty minutes about how he's an adult, he's supposed to protect children, not train them for crimefighting. When Danny finally starts to trail off, Bruce insists they wanted to help him, and Danny asks something along the lines of; "Did they? Or were they scared that if they didn't, you would leave them?" Admittedly that was Danny just being bitter and purposefully hurtful, but it does give Bruce something to think about as Danny finally leaves, apologizing only to Alfred as he excuses himself.

The next day Danny sits Tim down, tells him about being Phantom, and asks if being Robin, a Vigilante, a hero, is really what he wants to do. He wants him to really think about it, and for once Danny is really serious, and blunt as he lays out the true, hard facts of what that world is like, he could be hurt, or killed, his relationships can and will suffer because, try as you might, saving the day always comes first. He leaves Tim to think hard on it, and when Tim decides that yes, it's what he wants, Danny says okay. Because Tim gets a choice, maybe Danny didnt, but Tim got a choice in the matter, as well as his support.

Danny begrudgingly becomes part of the Bat Pack, against Bruce's wishes, because while he doesn't want to fight crime, he's gonna be there for his kid- all of the kids. Because, big surprise, there are more hero children running around! And oh boy, Danny is pissed.

Danny barges into the Watch Tower, and more or less takes over, after reading everyone the riot act.

Danny also contacts Jazz, Jazz is absolutely tickled to be part of everything. While she specializes in Villain Reformation and Criminal Psychology, she has been wanting to try her hand with Heros, so while it's over video call, she becomes the hero's and vigilantes therapist.

When Jason returns, tainted in corrupted Ecto, Danny feels it as soon as he steps into the city. He doesn't know it's Jason, but he knows he's a danger to himself and others. For the first time in years Danny actually fights with Jason, and knocks him out before spiriting Jason away to the Ghost Zone to get treatment, it's not kidnapping if the guys dead, probably.

DPxDC Prompt/Idea

The death of his parents brought in a lot of hidden information to young Timothy Drake. For example, Janet and Jack weren't the only family Tim had. Turns out, Janet Drake had two older sisters, whom she had estranged herself from a long time ago, meaning Tim had two blood aunts, an uncle, and two adult aged older cousins. The discovery of his other family was both joyful, and worrying, making his future uncertain until the social workers could work something out.

After court appearances and jurisdiction issues, Tim was finally plopped in the lap of the relitive that was deemed "most suitable", whatever that meant; his older cousin Danny.

From what Tim had overheard *cough*snooped out*cough, his Aunt Alicia lived in the middle of nowhere without much electricity or even internet, and while she would have taken him in, the social workers worried the drastic, and sudden change in environment, on top of his grief, would make everything even harder on him, especially since Alicia lived hours away from any therapists, which was a requirement due to the situation. His Aunt Maddie and her husband Jack were immediately denied, given the state of their home and the 'open lab' concept they had going on down stairs, not to mention the fact that their own kids had seemingky cut contact as soon as they turned 18. The next person they looked into was his cousin Jazz, Maddie's oldest child, but while she looked like the best fit on paper, given her job as a therapist and psychoanalysis gave her the means and emotional capabilities to raise a child, but Jazz's job wasn't stationary, she helped a lot with the FBI, and more specifically, the rehabilitation of Villains and Rogues, meaning she traveled a lot and tended to have a target on her back due to her Job, it just wasn't safe or consistent enough for rearing a child. That left Danny, Jazz's younger brother. At just 25 years old Danny was a freelance engineer, and consultant that worked according to his own hours, not only did having the ability to chose his own work schedule make it easier for him to spend time with Tim, but the fact that Danny could work anywhere meant that Tim didn't have to leave Gotham, as Danny was willing to move to Gotham so Tim didn't have to change schools, or leave his home.

So here Tim was, in Drake Mansion, sitting across from a cousin he had never meant before, his new guardian, trying to wrap his head around the entire situation as best he could.

--

When Danny heard from Jazz about their estranged younger cousin, he hadn't thought much on it. He felt bad for the kids situation, and he hoped the kid was actually getting looked after, but never in a million years did he expect to be deemed 'most suitable' to care for the kid. Honestly he's thought Jazz, or Aunt Alicia would be best suited, Jazz had the fancy "feelings degrees", and his Aunt had a peaceful farm, Danny was just a freelance engineer that worked out of his condo most days, while portaling back and fourth to the Ghost Zone to help Clockwork, and other Ghosts with whatever wacky hijinks they needed help with.

Phantom had retired, the Portal in his parents house sealed, and their blueprints tampered with just enough to not be obvious, but still make making another portal to Ghost Zone impossible. Danny had graduated with grades passable enough to get a partial scholarship, and then he left Amity, working labor jobs on the weekends to live and pay the rest of his tuition. Once he graduated, Danny started working with a company, before eventually breaking off to start working for himself.

Once Danny had left Amity, he got his name changed. He didnt hate his parents, but Danny had just started to not care, it was painful to yearn for acknowledging repeatedly, only to be ignored in favor of work, so Danny just stopped trying, changed his name, and simply didn't call or visit his parents. Jazz hadn't totally agree with his actions, she'd kept their parents name, but she didn't visit or talk to them much either, not unless they reached out first, so she didnt have much of a leg to stand on.

Given all that, Danny had been surprised when Tim's social worker reached out to him. At first he figured they wanted a character reference for his sister, but to his shock, they wanted to know if he would take Tim in, saying that he, Danny, seemed the most stable for the child. It was a whirlwind of questions, and background checks, and parenting classes, and court dates, but before long Danny found himself staring down at his little cousin in a too big, too cold, too staged mansion in Gotham New Jersy.

[tired-all-the-time22]

Some Danny-Centered Observations from Season 1! (and a little from Season 2)

(all of these observations are being restated/pasted from my Extremely Long Danny Phantom Observation Masterdoc if anyone would like to check it out)

Danny likely usually takes the bus to school, as Jazz doesn't drive him often (but when she does later in S1E19 he comments he gets to avoid taking the bus)

Danny builds model rockets!

Danny also has a TV in his room!

Danny can (and often does) get caught up in his emotions to the point he doesn't notice his powers activating, or that he's been staring at someone (Daniel Fenton staring problem canon!!!)

- This is first evidenced in S1E1 (Mystery Meat) when he gets so frustrated/upset he doesn't notice himself sinking through the floor or walking through a vending machine - He also often stares at the people he likes/is interested in romantically -- so commonly that Sam actually comments on it in S1E11 (Fanning the Flames) as being a recognizable look on his face

Side note: this is something that Jazz also seems to do! However it seems to be more targeted towards those she's psychoanalyzing rather than anyone she likes romantically.

In-show, Danny is very often caught (or framed to be) doing things that would absolutely give him a reputation in school as a troublemaker/delinquent.

to name a few incidents: - Frequently broke school lab equipment (off-screen, pre-show) - Started a food fight (S1E1) - Wrecked the school therapist's office (ghost fight collateral, S1E9) - unnecessarily pulled a fire alarm (framed, also S1E9) - Beat up Valerie (unintentionally framed post-ghost fight, S2E4)

Tucker has Danny's ghost hunting patrols scheduled to end at 9PM

It's hard for him to eat when he's nervous/uneasy (stated in S1E3, One of A Kind)

Additionally, he has a 10PM curfew instated by his parents! (Which he is frequently late for, not for lack of trying)

Is self-proclaimedly good at dodgeball (stated offhand in S1E7 - Bitter Reunions)

Danny will also (unfortunately) frequently accept concerning/toxic behavior from people he wants to like and/or accept him

Some examples: - tries to look cool/chill in front of Dash even when Dash clearly is not happy with him even being there (S1E4, Attack of the Killer Garage Sale) - Also in S1E4, Danny smiles/is happy when being called over by Dash (even after Dash calls him names) - Allows Paulina to essentially use him to get to Phantom (S2E1 Memory Blank) - Also S2E1 post-Sam Desiree wish, after (from his perspective) finding out Sam seemingly stalked, stole, & doctored a photo of him and Tucker in order to edit herself in to be with him, he seems to actually become even more interested in her romantically, stating she must "really be into him"

On a lighter note, Danny often uses (or thinks of using) gift-giving as a way to express affection! (seen in S1E1 with giving Dorathea's amulet to Paulina, and then again in S1E11 when he thinks about giving her Fenton earphones as earrings)

His locker is next to the Band Room, across the hall from the stairs on the second floor of Casper High

Ending on a fun one: Danny gains fangs on his lower jaw for a second in S1E14 (Fright Knight) while he's fighting Fright Knight! (the exact timestamp is 18:00 for anyone interested :) )

[ooooo-mcyt]

no wait ur right. wait can u elaborate on desert duo + box boys + divorce quarter queer-codednees PLEASE ur right but i cannot put it into words

For me it's a matter of nonconformity.

The root of the queer coding in Double Life to me lays in the Double Life societal expectations. Soulmate relationships were held above all other relationships and there was an immense pressuring expectation to both be interesting in/prioritize the soulmate bond and to be with the "right" person, the person who you are assigned to and who it is "correct" to be with, who you are supposed to want to be with. To me this reads as a very strong standin for both amatonormativity and heteronormativity.

Scott and Cleo have always been the ones who immediately struck me as being very obviously queercoded with how they presented their narrative. Choosing each other and the joy they find together despite the expectations on them, and talking at length about how invaluable it is to find your own path and choose the kind of love that's true for you even if people think it's wrong and even if it's hard. It's also no surprise to me that the characters with the most explicit queer themes happen to be played by cc's who are both queer irl. It's also worth nothing how much the reaction of other players to their relationship adds to these themes- confusion, discomfort, even judgment. BigB tries to console Scott that there's still time to connect with his real soulmate. Jimmy repeatedly calls their relationship 'fake' to their faces. Nobody quite seems to understand.

The themes are less spelled out with Ren+Martyn and Grian+BigB, but they're still there. Ren and Martyn are both outwardly fixated with the people they're 'supposed' to be with, but at times it feels almost forced, like their minds are more on doing what is expected of them than on the actual people who are their soulmates, meanwhile they're frequently drawn toward each other in the background, because love doesn't care about the bounds of strict societal expectations. BigB and Grian have a very open struggle between what's expected of them and what they really want, because they want each other, regardless of what they're expected to want, and they're constantly torn between these two factors, trying to be together in secret because they don't feel like their relationship can be accepted publicly.

Scar is slightly different from the others in that he doesn't seem to want a relationship at all, which in of itself is a form of nonconformity. He's 'supposed' to want his soulmate, but instead Scar seems focused on himself, on his own projects, and on his connection with animals. This lack of concern with what is supposed to be the most important and special relationship is framed, by most people, as ridiculous, a failing on Scar's part, because of course anyone would care more about finding their soulmate than about the things Scar is focused on. Scar's desires conflict very strongly with the societal expectation for relationships in Double Life, and he struggles with the outside pressure to prioritize a relationship he never really wanted, just because he's expected to want his soulmate.

I'd say Pearl is the one I don't read queer themes as explicitly from. I always got the feeling she did want her soulmate, and that she did value soulmate relationships strongly, her isolation coming from circumstance rather than Pearl having fundamentally divergent desires. That being said! Pearl is also very very negatively impacted by societal standards of Double Life! I've said it many times, but Pearl wasn't isolated because Scott rejected her, Pearl was isolated because it was impossible to form a real support system in Double Life. Because the soulmate relationship was seen as so deeply important and was centered in everything, Pearl could never feel like she belonged anywhere, always an outsider looking in when she tried to form friendships with soulmate pairs. Pearl was also frequently either pitied or viewed as if there was something wrong with her for not having a soulmate, which reinforced how lonely, bitter, and hurt she was. Pearl doesn't have queer themes to me, but I view her as the symbolic standin for how amatonormativity and heteronormativity can be extremely damaging even for people who aren't queer through shaming and pitying people who don't have relationships, making them feel defective, and isolating them through making non-romantic connections seem less real or meaningful (in many cases this also disproportionately impacts women- who are in many cases valued solely through their relationships- and disabled people- who in many cases have a harder time making connections and are more likely to be viewed as 'defective' generally.)

Anyways sorry for rambling but Double Life is truly a story about amatonormativity and heteronormativity to me and I'm kinda insane about the themes.

[secret-subject]

Hiii Secret,

Any chance you’d be willing to share some of your favorite (SFW) hypnosis files and/or creators to listen to? And also where to find them if possible, thanks :)

Hey hey!!

So this is a very refreshing question (normally people ask about the lewd things) and luckly I know a few people who do make quality SFW hypnosis. Here are some of my faves who I have tested myself...

Chewtoy: Seriously some of the highest quality audio and hypnosis out here right now and a massive inspiration of mine from both back in the day and even now. I have been a total fan of his for a very long time and coming back to his new work is seriously so crazy cool to see him still going and constantly upping the bar. Some of his work is on the lewd side but honestly there are a TON of free, extremely good and interesting audios on his patreon.

@ellaenchanting: I really like her approach to hypnosis and while I don't listen to a lot of femme people in my personal file collection, hers have been some I keep on rotation. I also want to say having been to her hypnosis classes and chatted to her briefly afterwards she is a huge inspiration and just a wonderful person (which in my mind always is such a joy to see a creator who is not just doing good work but also a great human!) Her linktree is here and she's mostly got audio on soundcloud and soundgasm!

Pling: This is very biased of me to have him on this list as he is a friend of mine and has been for a couple years now. What I love about Pling's audios is how because so many of them are freestyled, hey have a real "we're doing a session right now" quality to them. His voice is great (despite being australian... JKJKJK as a kiwi I have to give him shit for it) and his use of out of the box ideas and honestly sometimes downright memes in his audios is both fun and different. He does GREAT fractionation files which sometimes is hard to find (come on everyone... give me MOAR plz and thank you.) You can find his patreon here.

@tennfan2: Again, shout out to mic quality. It's so cool to hear a very well produced sound (as a bit of an audiophile myself). I really have enjoyed testing out Tennfan's work recently. I remember a few years back being in one of his classes and being intrigued to try his hypnosis and I really like it! You can find his work on soundcloud.

Mx Kicks: Another friend of mine (okay I know I have a lot of biases...) They stopped making audio which is a darn shame because their voice is top tier and their audios while short pack a serious punch for me. I was lucky enough to collab with them on my Distracted in Class series and they are for sure worth a listen if you have a few minutes. A lot of these are very SFW and all about the hypnosis which is fun. Their audios are still on YouTube.

@sex-obsessed-lesbian: Don't let the name trick you, she has some SFW audios too. I actually saw one of her classes a few years ago and I was such a fan of her overall vibe with how she does hypnosis that I got very excited to see she's making audios on Soundgasm! I haven't checked out many of them yet but I am excited to and honestly if you like silly, (sometimes sexy) stuff I think you'll be into her work!

VoxHypnosis: This is a new one to me, and by new I mean literally was going to try his file "The Loop" last night and... yea I'm not sure what happened there so let's say it was good? Not a lot of SFW audios on his SoundGasm but there might be more on his patreon? This is for sure someone I am going to keep an eye out for and see if he makes more SFW stuff in the future for free... For science.

I know these are just a handful of the THOUSANDS of amazing creators out here so if anyone has any of their own recs please let me know.

Also, my wife told me I have to mention this person on YT Secret Subject. Apparently she makes all kinds of free, SFW and NSFW audios on YouTube, Soundgasm and Patreon... 😆

[wilmakins]

Also, just to be clear - they haven't *actually* made Nani an aspiring Marine Biologist. They've put that purely-decorative badge on her, presumedly because they weren't really listening to the assistant they asked to summarise the focus groups for them, and half-assedly agreed to 'give her an ambition' - any ambition, the first lazy-ass, didn't want to bother thinking about what these ambitions mean and where they come from ambition that sprang to mind - and then used it as a plot shield for their shitty ending.

Never mind that Nani already HAD an ambition. Never mind that, actually, not every character has to have 'an ambition' for me to say that I'd still like to see more ambitious female characters in general. Never mind that the movie doesn't even engage with the true difficulties Nani would have faced had that really been her ambition. They're not interested in any of that. They don't want to read your boring critique of white-male-dominated media, they just want to know how to get you to shut up about it as quickly and easily as possible. So, being vaguely aware that 'young people on the internet' want more 'powerful and ambitious women' they have decided to overlook any power or ambition that Nani originally had and stick the most basic, safe, conservative interpretation of 'ambition' onto a movie that was never even about that, like a disclaimer that says 'you can't sue us if you choke at disneyland cos you signed up to disney+'.

If they'd *actually* written Nani as an aspiring marine biologist, it would have had an impact on her history and her character and her relationship with others, etc. But Nani doesn't even show a cursory curiosity about the possibly alien 'brand new species' that her little sister has brought home. She doesn't think about this new development with any scientific interest. She doesn't talk to Lilo about her love of science, or bring it into her conversations with the world. She doesn't have any science friends, she doesn't mention her scientific ideas or aspirations in every day conversation, nothing. If you are *actually* an aspiring marine biologist, struggling to juggle real-life responsibilities with your true passion, do not expect to see anything you relate to here.

So don't let them get away with excusing their white-washing corporate bullshit with 'we were trying to update the story of Nani' or 'we were trying to give Nani more depth' because they didn't do either of those things. They didn't even TRY to do any of those things. Someone just told them that you wanted them to do these things and, without a shred of interest, they decided to cut that corner and just *say* they did - and it's insulting enough that they thought that would satisfy anyone who genuinely wanted to see a wider range of ambitions and priorities from women in Disney films, but the fact that they're trying to 2-for-1 it and *also* use it as an excuse for butchering the original ending is worth ranting about, I feel.

I am spoiling the live action Lilo & Stitch. And I am doing it up front and plainly.

Do not fucking see this movie. Do not waste your money on this. Period.

They made Nani give Lilo up to the American government. They made Nani LEAVE Hawaii and pursue being a marine biologist. They made a native Hawaiian character give up her sibling to pursue a dream that she originally did not have. This is imperialist propaganda at its FINEST.

The original fucking movie is about family staying together. It's about indigenous people being able to stay with each other and stay in their home and be together! That's the whole fucking point! Nani is Lilo's last living relative on her homeland—it is jarring, it is disgusting and disturbing that Nani would not only leave her last blood relative alone, give her up to the very government that is harming native Hawaiians TODAY, but also travel to the "mainland" for her dream!

Not to mention, Nani's actress isn't fucking Hawaiian. She's much paler in photos and real life. They fucking darkened her for this movie.

Don't even get me started on the transgender subtext of Pleakley's "human" disguise from the original movie being completely erased in favor of him being played by a regular ass white man. Jumba doesn't have his accent, they made him more villainous, and his "human" disguise is a non-fat white man—which part of his original joke, I know, is that he was bigger and was more clumsy in the movie because of his size, but to have the main shape of his character completely removed is also fucking weird.

This live action movie is a desecration to the original. I encourage you to not see it, please. Don't give Disney any of your money on this one. Just watch the original. Please just watch the original.

The new message in the live action movie is disturbing and gross.

This is one of the most disrespectful live actions I've seen and heard of. I implore you to not watch it.

[cherriive]

﹒⌗﹒scream ⸝⸝

synopsis :: with people dying every here and there, you never expected that you were the next victim, or that your (almost) murderer was so cute

info :: wlw, f reader, use of yn but it's written in second pov (you), mentions of murderers and threats (like cutting or killing someone) not proofread, if there's anything else please tell me!

Minjeong was the usual nerdy, shy girl that barely anyone knew something about her. Only her group friend that had other three girls talked to her.

Though, she had always caught your attention for some reason.

Being popular and maintaining a persona wasn't the easiest task in the world, especially when you didn't want people to hate you for being the usual mean girl. Which meant you often got remembered as the nice girl who didn't had beef with anyone.

Oh if only they knew how much you hated those people, and that stupid school, and the teachers-

You know what I mean.

But who cares. As long as you kept with the nice girl facade, no one would even bat an eye on how you actually felt.

Everyone was dumb enough to believe in your act anyway. Everyone but Minjeong.

The girl that had something in her that made you wanna know more about her was the only one who wasn't fooled by you and your antics.

Not that you knew that of course. And it didn't help how whenever you tried to say a 'Good morning, Minjeong!' she would just roll her eyes or straight up ignore you. Seriously, what's her problem? And why do you feel the need to get closer to her?

Today, you heard one of your "friends" talk about the new victim. A lot of people have been dying lately, but no one knew why or who was doing this. All they knew, was that they used that ugly mask.

But you didn't wanna think about it. It was way too dark and depressing to talk about those murders, so you opted in pretending you were absolutely clueless about it!

“Have you seen? They made a new victim!”

“Don't say this near yn, she's sensitive..”

“Oh yeah, my bad.”

And that's how your days went, smiling and faking innocence, just wanting to get through high school already.

But Minjeong had other plans.

-

“Hm? Oh, yeah, hahaha. I'll try to not forget about it next time, sorry.”

“You're so careless yn! But it's alright, until next week.”

Finally. You felt so tired.

You were supposed to go out with your friends tonight, but you had no interest in doing so, preferring to just be in the comfort of your home.

But of course they needed a good excuse for you to not go, otherwise they might've showed up in your door forcing you to go with them. Thankfully that's not a problem.

Grabbing the popcorn from the microwave, you opened the window to breath some fresh air, before quickly making your way to the living room.

You sat down on the couch, getting ready to watch a random horror movie. The perfect way to spend a night alone!

Before you could even focus back on the movie playing, someone called you again. Huh? Was your excuse not good enough?

Whatever, just answer it and say you're sick or something.

“Hey, sorry I couldn't go, really-”

“Hello, yn.”

...

What.

Who was this?

How did they know your name?

And what kind of weird voice does this person has?

“Who are you?!” – you tried to not sound too scared while also keeping that mask on. Maybe it was just a prank, it didn't hurt to be safe.

You swear you heard a very quick laugh from the phone, but tried not to think too much about it.

“I just wanna talk to you.”

“Why? Who are you?”

“it's not important. Do you want to play a game with me?”

Okay now that was just weird. You didn't know who this person was, and now they're asking for you to play a game with them.

But something told you, maybe, just maybe it's one of your friends, pranking you. Who knows?

So, you decided to go with the worst option you had.

“What game?”

You tried to do your best sweet voice so maybe the person on the other side of the line would have some kind of mercy on your person.

“A game of questions. I'll just ask you a few things and you answer me honestly, hm? How about that?”

You should just hang up. This is stupid. Probably one of those weirdos from school that hate you for no reason trying to spook you.

... But for some reason you didn't.

“Okay.” – another laugh came from the phone, making you slightly shiver.

“Good choice.”

You anxiously waited on the couch, looking around the living room to find some comfort in the familiarity of your own home.

“Do you like horror movies?”

What an odd question.

“Yeah, I do. Why?”

“Hmm.. What's your favorite horror movie, then?”

“I don't know, I guess slashers? Any kind of slasher as long as it's alright enough it's good for me.”

There was silence for a moment, as if the person on the phone with you was thinking about your answer.

A satisfied hum came from them, and soon spoke up.

“Do you like people dying?”

What. How did we go from movies to this.

“Wh.. What? Of course not. What kind of question is that?”

“Answer the question yn.”

This was the breaking point for you. This was starting to get out of hand, and you were not going to talk with this weird person anymore.

Without thinking twice you hang up, trying to understand what the fuck had just happened.

But before you could get back to your senses and pay attention to the long forgotten movie again, your phone started to ring.

Your hands were trembling, but you hesitantly picked up the call.

“You know it's very rude to hang up in the middle of a conversation?”

There it was, that stupid voice that was making you more nervous than you wanted.

“What do you want?!”

You tried your best to avoid showing how nervous you felt right now, but everything was thrown out of the window when you heard those damn words.

“I want you to just stay right where you are in your living room. Is that 'Stab'?"

What. The. Fuck.

How did they know that? Wait, were they watching you? Oh no. Oh no no no. This wasn't happening.

You quickly closed the curtains in the room, making sure to lock the front door while still holding your phone, and that's when you heard them laughing.

Not chuckling, not giggling, full on laughing.

“You think that's going to help you? You should stop worrying about being friendly to everyone and start worrying about your windows.”

Oh fuck. The kitchen.

Without giving a damn about staying the in living room, you ran to the kitchen and – oh there it was. The open window.

But there was nothing wrong with your kitchen. At least you couldn't see anything.

You slowly went back to the living room, phone in your hand, looking around nervously. You didn't know what to think or to expect right now.

What wasn't on your list was to hear the same voice from your phone right behind you, in your ear.

“You gotta learn to be more careful, ynnie.”

Your surcival instincts kicked in, and you almost turned around. Almost. If it wasn't for the feeling of a knife right against the back of your neck.

“Ah, ah, ah. Don't move..”

There wasn't a single word that could describe the mix of emotions currently inside you.

But the main would definitely be fear.

Is this where your life ends? You never did anything wrong to deserve this! Maybe you did lie every here and there, but come on, who's really 100% honest?

Suddenly you got snapped out of your thoughts by the person – that you could now see the ghostface costume they're wearing – pushing you against a wall, turning you around to face them.

“I like this expression on you better than that fucking stupid persona you have.”

If it was under any other circumstances, you'd have defended yourself. But the knife was still there.

“Everyone else might be dumb enough to believe in those lies you tell everyone, but I'm not. And I don't like liars.”

As they spoke, they slowly got closer. And closer. Until your nose was almost touching the mask on their face.

It was terrifying. But oddly thrilling.

Before you could say something, the masked person suddenly took off the scary mask and –

Wait, what.

“Minjeong?!”

“Oh, you know my name?”

The voice that once sounded so weird from how many effects it had, now was just a normal feminine voice. She tried to hold back a smirk, but seeing the shocked expression you were doing was just too good.

“What-.. Why are you..”

She just held the knife closer to your neck, making you instantly shut up and swallow down any words you had in your tongue.

“Shut up. You're so infuriating. Always having that dumb face on while pretending all the time. It's so annoying.”

Minjeong looked at you, her eyes travelling through your whole figure with annoyance, mixed with something you couldn't exactly put a finger at yet.

“And still.. You still managed to catch my attention. I wish I could just rip this pretty face of yours..”

You almost flinched when she said that. Who wouldn't? Especially with how the knife was almost cutting your neck. And then Minjeong retracted the knife back with a sigh.

“But I can't bring myself to.”

There were zero and a million thoughts in your head at the same time. Minjeong is absolutely crazy, that's for sure. But the angry face she had was so, so cute.

And that thought alone was enough to make you even crazier than her.

“.. You want to kill me because you have a crush on me?”

“Shut up, that's not what I said.”

You really wanted to believe that when Minjeong put that knife on your neck again she wanted to kill you. You really did.

Yet it was so hard to when her cheeks were clearly red despite the lack of light in the room – except for the tv that was still on.

“Why don't you shut me up?”

“I'm going to cut your voice chords off.”

That was so stupid that you only managed to laugh softly, looking at her differently from how you always had. Now you knew why she caught your attention too.

Minjeong took a few deep breaths, calming herself down and then looked at you with a more neutral, yet soft expression on her face.

She got closer to your face, her warm breath against your cheeks giving you a feeling you never thought you'd feel because of her.

“If you tell anyone about me I promise to kill you and everyone in that school.”

“Will I get more late night visits if I keep my mouth shut?”

“Fuck you.”

She almost spat when saying this, but from how quickly Minjeong turned around to hide her face you guessed she was blushing again.

And she definitely was.

Minjeong took a step back and finally took the knife away – which was still scarying you a bit – and gave you a.. A flower? When did she got that? Was it under her costume?

“Here. For you.”

“... You know there are more conventional ways to give someone a flower without threatening to kill them, right?”

She rolled her eyes, holding back the urge to tell you to fuck yourself again. Especially since you were treating this like something completely normal after seeing it was her. Was she not scary enough?

“I'm going.” – you heard Minjeong say, turning around and walking away. But before she stepped away you put a hand on her shoulder, grabbing her attention.

“Wait! Are you going to come back?”

“... Maybe.”

It wasn't a yes, but it wasn't a no. And that was enough. You just wanted to see Minjeong again without her being the quiet kid from your school, and without pretending.

“Alright. Thank you for the flower Minjeong.”

“Just call me Winter.”

“Huh? Why?”

“It's what my close friends call me.”

You smiled, nodding your head. It was cute she gave you a nickname only her friends knew about.

And with that last interaction, she put on her mask again. You only looked away for two seconds after a loud sound from the tv, and when you looked for Minjeong again, she had disappeared.

Wow. What a night. A good, night.

a/n :: so erm I didn't do my school work but I finished this, so yay?? i hope it's good enough😭