#But I do not appreciate you speaking to me as though you're entitled to my information and dictating what I ought to do on here

[kuuyandere]

Then show us, if you have it. Crop out the consent giving part of the message.

Or just simply type "..." her words of content on which this blog is built upon. You don't have to, but still you should be able to provide this info. It's just like someone asking you to show your ID.

We discussed it on a call a few years ago. The conversation went something like this:

Me: Random question, would you be comfortable if I talk about you on the Internet? Like, if I were to have a blog or something where I write about you and whatnot? I won't give any identifying information of course, it would just be for me to rant. Beloved: Okay, sure. Me: ...Are you sure you're not uncomfortable at all? It's not too weird? Because I won't if you don't want me to. Beloved: I mean, it's a little weird, but you're also weird, so I kinda expect it. I like it though! Me: Alright, but do tell me if your opinion changes.

Does this satisfy you?

#your yandere #aidoneus asks #I don't mind you asking these questions and being concerned about consent issues #But I do not appreciate you speaking to me as though you're entitled to my information and dictating what I ought to do on here

[thatbadadvice]

Help! My Girlfriend Bought Me A Million Dollar House And Raised My Kids And All I Got Was This Million Dollar House And Someone To Raise My Kids, When Is It Finally Going To Be My Turn To Get A Break??????

Pay Dirt, Slate, 17 April 2023:

Dear Pay Dirt, My longterm girlfriend and I disagree about whether a $30,000 inheritance left to her by her great-aunt should be “her” money or “our” money. She wants to spend a large part (almost a third!) of it on expensive supplies for her hobby. I think that we should save most of it and use some of it on a vacation since we both find traveling extremely romantic. My argument is: 1) I don’t care about her hobby, but we’ll both enjoy a trip abroad; 2) we’ve lived on only my (admittedly low, since it’s academia) income for over a decade, so according to her own rule about entitlement to “her” windfall, shouldn’t she technically have been entitled to none of my wages all these years? Her argument is: 1) she had to put aside her hobby for many years to raise our children (it’s not a safe art form for young kids to be around) and yearns to return to it; 2) she paid entirely in cash for our $950k house at the beginning of our partnership (though my income pays the property taxes and maintenance costs), therefore she alleges that we haven’t actually been living on solely my income because I’ve been saving on rent all these years. I feel resentful of the double standard about control over finances and hurt that she would rather prioritize her own joy over our shared joy. She feels impatient to reconnect with her hobby and hurt that her contributions to our lifestyle are unseen. How do we reconcile our different viewpoints? How should the money be allocated? Is there something that we’re missing? —I’m About to Glass(Blow) a Fuse

Dear About to (Glass)Blow a Fuse,

I hope you don't mind that I corrected your very clever parenthetical sign-off! You're understandably dealing with a lot of hurt right now at the hands of the cruel and self-absorbed girlfriend who bought you a million-dollar home and abandoned her beloved hobby to raise your children, so I totally get why a brilliant, overworked, and under-appreciated academic genius such as yourself would fuck up something so incredibly simple and obvious, you poor thing. Really speaks to the distress you're in as the victim of this woman's sordid scheme to steal every ounce of joy from your life by experiencing some of her own after decades of managing your household for you for free.

Great relationships are built on the exactly equal division of all resources, and it sounds like your girlfriend has trouble grasping this because she seems to believe that the home you live in and the time she has invested raising your children for you have value, when of course they do not. The only thing that has value in this world is cash money, which is why we call it money. If parenting were valuable, you'd be able to trade it on the stock market! And what was your girlfriend going to do, not live in a house? These are things she'd have done with her life anyway, and they don't get to count toward her contribution to the household just because she did them for and with you instead of expressly and specifically pursuing her art. Whereas who knows what you could have done with your life if you hadn't been locked into a free house and a partner dedicating herself full-time to keeping your children alive for you?

Now, after all these years of being nothing but a worthless freeloader whom you support out of the generous goodness of your kind heart, your girlfriend has finally acquired something of value, and she wants to keep an entire third of it for herself? To do something that doesn't directly benefit, enrich, or entertain you personally? That's not equity, and it's certainly no way to repay you for periodically writing checks to the plumber. Isn't it about time you finally got something out of all of this for your trouble?

What benefit is there for you in having a partner who enjoys the sweet satisfaction of creative fulfillment after years of yearning to express herself? What kind of weirdo wants their girlfriend to have her own interests? And what kind of ungrateful hussy doesn't jump to spend thousands of her own money on a romantic vacation with someone who actively resents even entertaining the possibility of the idea of her doing something that makes her artistic spirit sing?

The balance sheet of this relationship is indeed all out of whack, and it's too bad that it's taken this long for your girlfriend to see just how uneven your bargain has been. If we're going to get technical about what has "value" in a relationship — and it does seem like your girlfriend is an inveterate bean-counter in the worst way around this stuff — the best way to reconcile your mutual account, as it were, is to present your girlfriend with an itemized bill for all the services you have provided her over the years, such as allowing her to buy you a home, permitting her to forego a wage-earning career, and gifting her with the opportunity to abandon her favorite hobby. That should pretty swiftly put everything you're "missing" in stark relief, and solve the question of how she should allocate her money in the future.

#advice #bad advice #money #financial advice #slate #pay dirt #vacations #inheritances #finances #this goofy chucklefuck

[captainmera]

Mera, i honestly dont know you put up and manage so many people asking you for stuff-

like today, ive only ever gotten one request (that i realised was a full on commission once i accepted) which i then spent atleast 3 HOURS on. not even to get paid T-T

so i just gotta say on behalf of the Mera crew, thank you so much for putting up with us and our shit.

Thanks I appreciate inte that. 🙇💗

I hope they weren't rude, that you still had fun, and that you learned something from it on how you want to proceed going forward with people requesting things from you.

I dont think people who approach me are shit or anything, it can be a little rude or disrespectful at times, but I boil that down to a few people. It's not the majority. Most people are nice and behave like they would if this had been in person.

I like drawing things, and it helps me fill my day with something.

Sure, It can be a little hurtful when people take advantage of that by just throwing a request/ptompt at me like they're putting paper into a copy machine, without consideration or empathy for me and my time.

Some people come in with the energy of "since you have the time you should do things for me, you're nobody without my attention, and if you don't appease me I'll be upset and think you're a selfish bum." Which is, yknow, unpleasant to put it mildly.

Like, sure, I've put myself here. I post things online, and I like when people are interested in my work - who wouldn't be? I do think it's fun to take prompts. It gives me cause to be social and creative at the same time. But just because I'm willing and open for something doesn't mean it gives people an allowance to be entitled to demand things. They speak as though they have paid me enough with their approach alone.

Yes, I spend between 10min-5hours on pieces depending on if they're doodles, fully rendered pieces, or comics.

I think it is especially a bit entitled to go "I NEED PART TWO GIMME!!!!!!" Right after something like a comic, as though I didn't just finish something that took a while to make. It's not very empathetic.

But I don't take it to heart. People show who they are in their actions. I'm within my right to ignore, block, or politely decline. It doesn't serve me to sulk or get sad over people getting mad, calling me names, or get too pushy about what I should or shouldn't draw.

I understand its excitement, but please behave, yknow? You're not a toddler at the toy isle who hasn't developed a temperament resistance yet. Some people, I think, have an issue with instant gratification.

Have some respect in how you treat and speak with people online. The way you treat others reflects who you are.

If you wouldn't yell at someone irl to make you something, don't do it here either. I promise it doesn't reflect well on you, and I don't care that this is online and we are time zones apart; I will judge you. As will others.

You don't treat people like that.

And I won't let anyone treat me like that either. I've had enough of that in my life, and I'm tired of people calling me gullible and dumb for being polite and kind or giving people a benefit of doubt.

What I have is self-respect. It has taken me a lifetime to build it up, and I still wobble a little on whatever or not I can defend myself sometimes when people are mean. But nowadays, I can more confidently say, "You don't get to treat me like that. It hurts, and it is mean."

If you are the sort to take advantage of someone who is willing to do things for the fun of it, and who don't mind the effort it takes sometimes: then you are most unwelcome here and I host no guilt in removing you however I see fit.

But, like I said, the majority of people who approach me are friendly and level-headed, even when they're awkward or excited.

There is a difference between; "I need X so give me X!! Raarghargh Im going to die!!!" And "aaaa! I really enjoyed Z, if you have the time, I'd love to see more of Z!"

You know? <:T

Just food for thought I suppose.

I hope, though, that you keep doing right by yourself and don't let others discourage you.

#ask #asks #anon ask #ask mera

[sugar-omi]

it would be really nice if you could put a little note before your rambles if you're going to make the "reader" a girl. you've always been very inclusive in the past, its just not very pleasant to be reading stuff when you're in a not-great headspace, and you expect it to be gender neutral because your writing usually is, but then you get jumpscared by that. not trying to be rude, its just an unfortunately common pet peeve for gender diverse people reading fanfics and i thought you'd understand

I'm sorry you're not in a great headspace, I get it. I've been there.

and I do try to tag it somewhere, especially if it's a long ramble or if it's not obvious in someone's ask that it's clearly (or at least to me) fem/afab aligned. but I suppose I should make more effort into putting that small tag somewhere.

regardless of that though, even if it's not your intention, this is very rude. it seems like you're blaming me for your bad feelings and it's very upsetting. I'm not sure what triggered this message, if it's a build-up from previous posts or because of recent posts. but while I understand, this still feels very rude.

I try to be accommodating all the time. I try to be accommodating in majority of my posts, even if they're afab or amab reader because I know people use different pronouns. I'm agender, and have used he/him pronouns for years, and exclusively used he/him at one point. and at times it was upsetting to have to consciously ignore she/her pronouns or feminine terms when i was feeling particularly *insecure (*for lack of better word)

but this is not my job. I write for fun. and i try to be accommodating because i want to have fun with everyone, sharing good stories and talking about games and such.

I have many, many works, that are gender neutral, and even a few amab/masc reader fics.

but the "I thought you'd understand" is crazy to me. I'm sorry you're having a tough time, again, I've been there. but i am one person. I'd like to, and will write gender specific stuff.

and sometimes, I rely on you guys to read someone's ask (since that's all I've been responding to for months now) and figure out if the post will be gender specific. especially since we've been talking abt pregnancy or raw sex, or breeding kinks a lot for awhile now.

but still, you're right. I should tag it.

and im sorry if reading whatever post it was, made you feel worse. but it's not my job to cater to everyone. I can only do so much. and to me, it's disrespectful of me to make something gender neutral when someone (clearly) wants it gender specific.

please don't try and guilt me for writing gender specific posts. when I make damn near every post on this blog gender neutral/inclusive.

I don't have time or energy to make sure of that. and even if I did, I am not obligated. I appreciate you reading my work thus far, and I thank you for the support. sharing my work and having others enjoy it brings me great joy.

I try to make things inclusive, but it's quite frankly mentally tiring for me to do that all the time.

even though you say you arent tryna be rude, i find this to be very entitled the way you speak beyond the "please tag" point. please do not blame me for your feelings. I will make a conscious effort to tag it from now on, since I'm sure others would like the heads up too. I usually just leave it off since sometimes I expect it to be obvious based on the prompt. but I don't know anymore, maybe I'm wrong.

next time, please leave it at "hey, can you tag your ramblings if they're going to be afab" or whatever.

[andthatisnotfake]

Started to rewatch episode 2 of this season of Young Royals and absolutely forgot I was going to comment on it here lol

So you get comments from the half point on

When August is in that room where he finds the phone, there are tons of games behind him. Maybe the kids would be less bored if they played one? Also, on that note, we've seen them playing chess and cards before, this isn't so different.

Very impressive that August remembers Sara's number by heart. I only know mine and my mom's.

Nils and Vincent "grading" the new headmistress is peak straight boy behaviour, which is even funnier as Nils is not.

August's audacity of talking to Simon. Baby boy, you shouldn't even be attending the same school as him. Also, I see the peek of purple in August's collar...

I wish we'd actually seen more of the mediation between Wille and August, because it clearly achieved nothing lol. Wille should have continued regular therapy instead. Better yet, couples therapy with Simon.

Wille's drawings are so cute.

The religious pamphlet written in Comic Sans was very accurate.

Simon is braver than the Marines recording that video straight to Instagram, no edits, no filter...

The book on Wille's shelf being entitled "freedom" was a bit too on the nose, but I appreciate it. (Apparently it's a great novel and now I wanna read it.)

Wille having only one picture with Simon on his wall is unrealistic, he should have at least 3 with both of them and another 10 of only Simon.

Fredrika says that people should have complained while they were studying, not after, but the issue is that they may have been scared to do so. And, more importantly, I think a lot of times, especially when you're a teenager, people fail to realize that the system they're under and the things that happen to them aren't normal or expected. It's quite common for victims of abuse to only realize that they'd been abused a long time later, and often when other people speak up or tell them that they weren't supposed to have gone through that. Maybe it's a bad comparison, but it reminds me of people who were beaten up by their parents when they were kids and grow up to do the same with their own kids and keep making excuses for that behavior and defending it. And then, occasionally, they're able to realize, usually through the help of others, that that isn't the norm and they can stop it. It's when you tell people "I'm sorry that happened to you and it shouldn't have" and watch them realize that it was actually fucked up and their feelings of anger and sadness and betrayal over it were valid. Ok, enough of this nos, but yeah... I really liked that line.

I love that Felice mentioned being the only one told to put her hair up, because I noticed that in S2 and I know this show doesn't do this sort of thing for no reason, but I really liked that she referenced back to it.

Stella's line is another one that I really like. Felice is talking about veiled racism and she completely misses the point and says Felice is pretty. She's trying to reassure her, and it's sweet, but she fails to actually hear Felice and emphatize with she situation. I think the third year boys are very clear examples of blatant prejudice (homophobia, mysoginy, elitism and, though not as blatant, racism), while this girls portray veiled forms of prejudice, which can appear non-consequential, but can be equally harmful, especially when you don't know whether or not to point it out, or you do and people act like they're offended that you feel offended, because omg, don't you know that it wasn't the intention at all? So a lot of times you just pretend you didn't hear it, which ends up being quite grating.

I'm curious if Nikita actually got her hands tangled in those lights or if she was just that good of an actress. 🤣

Wille picking Simon up remains the cutest thing ever.

The poor gym teacher is so done with these kids. 😅

These rich kids choosing to take lights and speakers to the woods instead of, you know, actually helpful and important equipment, is so funny to me.

Someone else said, and I agree, why on earth aren't Simon and Wille sitting together around the fire?!

I don't know what's best, Rosh's look when she notices Stella looking at her, Ayub whispering something to her, her face when she goes over to dance with Stella, or the face Fredrika makes when she sees them.

The girls peeing together, I... get it, but also, I could never. I'm just gonna go behind this tree, ignore me.

Them being surprised that Rosh and Ayub had never been to the US is super realistic, actually. Rich kids are very out of touch with reality.

Wille saying he was also getting a summer job, baby girl was trying so hard to relate to them, and also I guess to include them, but yikes. The second-hand embarrassment was real in this scene.

The whole altercation around the possibility of someone taking pictures of Wille and it being what sends everyone away was so heartbreaking. He can't win, even if he does nothing.

I understand where Simon is coming from, but he missed the point Wille was trying to make when he said he didn't have a choice in going to "prince school". Sure, he does get anything he want, but he also had a lot of duties and a lot of pressure on him.

The shushing though. I was gagged. The audacity! I would have left to sleep in the hammock if I were Simon. I get that that's how he's always been treated, but oof.

Insomniac Early bird Wille confirmed, he was up even before the teacher.

#Young Royals #YR S3 #YR S3 spoilers #Spoilers

[remix-of-your-guts]

i'm gonna be completely honest with yall the ls dunes discourse is so fucking stupid. it's really obvious you are all like sixteen (which i am literally sixteen too so. not inherently a bad thing. but still.) i've waited until shits's died down a little to post this cuz ik ill get hate but i gotta get it off my chest.

i am BEGGING you all to go to a modern art museum or go research performance art pieces or just fucking google fountain by dechamp and PLEASE stop acting like "art" consists entirely of anime-style fanart you see on tiktok. yes this is about the fact that the entire comment section of the posts about the old wounds music video is teenage my chem fans going "ai art isn't real art!!!!! you hate artists!!!!!!!!"

you can not meaningfully define art. art is art if someone says it is. yes that includes ai art you literally sound like the tradwives who whine on twitter about modern/abstract art not being real art. there is no definition of art you can make that excludes AI generated content and includes pieces of undeniable modern art.

now i AGREE that there are some ethical issues with ai art. mainly that the content gathering methods for most generators are iffy. HOWEVER this relies on the assumption that intellectual property is a thing that exists and is important to protect. in an ideal world it shouldn't exist and copyright laws will almost always do more harm than good. however under capitalism there is unfortunately some practical value in protecting the rights to artists' works.

"but xander it's stealing jobs from real artists!!!!!!"

okay. here's the thing. it is true that ai has the potential to reduce the ability of artists to make a living off their art. just like photography took jobs from painters and automation took jobs from factory workers and tractors took jobs from farmers. the issue there is capitalism, NOT individual people not wanting to buy commissions from you.

⚠️side tangent warning⚠️

there's this hugely widespread attitude in young visual artist communities on the internet that you're entitled to attention and commissions and i'm sorry to be mean but you're just. not. i'm sorry but you literally are not that's not how the world works. you ARE allowed to be frustrated that your art doesn't get attention or that no one buys commissions from you. that is a totally valid feeling that i get as well!!!!! i know deeply the pain of posting a piece you're super proud of and spent hours and hours on and getting like three notes! that's a completely valid frustration! but truthfully you do not have the right to guilt trip people for not wanting to reblog your art for whatever reason.

"but how can they expect me to keep making content for free for them if they don't reblog it??!!" then stop making content for them. if they didn't reblog your art then i'm sorry to be mean but they probably will not be bothered if they don't see any art from you again. if people see art that they want on their blog or they think is worth sharing for whatever reason, they will reblog it. there will always be hundred of creators getting loads of praise for there art who will keep making it. and if they scroll past it then it just didn't speak to them like that. begging and pleading and guilt-tripping people to give you attention will not change that. and there will always be many more artists who do not find success on the internet, for whatever reason. it doesn't mean your art is bad though!! art should have intrinsic value to you and if it doesn't then maybe it's not the path for you. if you don't have the internal motivation to keep making art without the attention you're not getting, then stop spending so much time making art. i went through it, i get it. i know the frustration of not feeling appreciated. you know what i did? i stopped posting most of my art. and i stopped caring about notes when i did. i make art because i love it and i can be proud of my art without external validation.

and i promise you that every artist in history knows the pain of not being able to make money off your work. unfortunately under capitalism that's just how art is. it is usually not profitable. the reason you're not getting commissions isn't because the world is full of lazy entitled people who hate artists and would rather use ai than support you, it's because commissions are not something it is reasonable to expect to make much money off of. i hate to speak in capitalist terms but it's not a desired product. most people don't walk around having images in their brain that they want to exist that theyre can't make themself that they're willing to pay people fifty bucks to draw. most people are happy imagining their ocs in their mind or using pictures for their profile pictures.

and most adult, professional, non-terminally-online artists will tell you that unfortunately art has never been profitable for the majority of people. that they don't have much of a problem with AI because they either don't make money off their art already or know that people will keep wanting to buy their paintings or whatever if they want to buy their paintings. that humans will always appreciate human-made art and ai is more of a novelty than something that's going to ruin the lives of all artists and take away opportunities that they never really had. that the ai-animated shows netflix is experimenting with are simply shows that wouldn't exist if netflix didn't have a cheap way to make them, not lost potential jobs for "real artists."

and i do think there's a genuine issue with the way you guys are guilt-tripping every person who scrolls past your art that's going to seriously fuck up anyone with ocd who maybe just doesn't like your art very much!!!!!!! and i think there's something gross about the way you guys are talking about artists as if we're some oppressed minority that's under a wave of hatred and bigoted attacks. as if every single human being isn't an artist in some way. as if there's some targeted hate campaign directed at the tiktok cartoonists who are the only people you think of when you hear the word "artist." and don't get me wrong i think art is more important than anything. i think it's what makes us human. it's everything to me it's my entire life. but i also think you guys have developed a really juvenile attitude about it.

⚠️end of side tangent⚠️

do i think it would have been better if dunes paid a traditional animator to make the old wounds music video? yeah of course. and their bullshit justification about art being meant to make people mad so they're doing something right or whatever is fucking stupid and makes me cringe. but i don't think they've committed the grave unforgivable sin you guys are acting like it is.

[ftmtftm]

hello! Anon who sent prev answered ask. In hindsight that was p weird and definitely tinged with some internal bias. Sorry. I was moreso trying to ask how queer people get into this kind of exclusionsticky mindset that’s also tinged with “my marginalization is Thee most important and entitles me to violence to secure my safety at the expense of others”. How transmascs and fems get to “trans[group I’m not in] oppress me” the pipeline and all that, since you’ve spoken on transmed-esque radicalization in the past. However the fact that I turned from gender-based examples to Zionism betrays some inner antisemitism I need to take notice of. My bad

Thank you anon, I appreciate the apology and I do see your intentions now! I'm sorry it took me a couple of hours to answer this follow up.

Admittedly, my guard has been up more lately as I recently I got another round of pretty intense, nasty, TERF anons because a nasty reblog of one of my posts got picked up again - So an amount of my initial response was me being on guard and betraying some of my own personal standards for wanting to assume good intent. I'm sorry for jumping the gun and I'm glad the ask wasn't explicitly ill-intended.

I do see the comparison you were attempting to make in regards to radicalization now, so I'll break down why it didn't necessarily read in the way you intended.

The biggest thing set off my bait alarm was actually the power imbalance of the comparisons in your ask. Comparing transmisogynist trans men (a decently sized, but comparatively small, unorganized, broad, and personally motivated category of individuals) to TERFs and Zionists (two large, more organized, specific, and politically motivated extremist ideologies/movements) is really imbalanced and it's a type of imbalance often invoked by people intentionally trying to get a raise out of someone - Hence why it came across as bait.

A couple other more minor things in the ask also contributed, like just general phrasing, but I do think that's less grounded and more indicative of recent biases on my end, rather than a failure to communicate on your end honestly. As previously stated, my alarm system is very sensitive at the moment and I didn't give your ask as much intense thought as I usually would and I do apologize again for that!

(...like the asks I still have sitting in my askbox because I want to give them my full attention - If you've sent me a detailed ask about theory between just before the New Year and now I promise I'm not ignoring you!! I just want to actually sit down and answer your asks robustly)

To actually get to the meat of your actual ask though: I do think that on a base level you're absolutely correct in identifying that the motivation is similar. It is all very "My marginalization entitles me to violence to secure my own safety" and that kind of thinking can lead to even further radicalization that turns into more serious, explicit political extremism if left unchecked.

I'm, honestly, not very familiar with the specific ways trans men are radicalized into explicitly transmisogynist beliefs though - at least not in ways that aren't directly connected to transmedicalism. I can absolutely make some educated guesses, but it's not something I'd feel incredibly confident talking about at length as it's not really something I have a lot of experience with - both personally and academically.

Broadly speaking though, in terms of that kind of radicalization as a whole, there's a lot of insecurity and there's a lot of projection. I think that's one of the roots of most bigotry. Fear and insecurity and lack of stability/support. It's my general opinion that when you become so afraid for your own social position that you trample on the positions others to try at secure your own, it's a sign that whatever system is failing you is also failing them. You wouldn't feel so threatened if you didn't feel like there was a social status you could "fall lower" into. I think that's a large, subconscious motivator in most bigotry.

There's definitely more to the specifics that I feel less confident commenting on just because of my own lack of direct knowledge and experience, but that's my two cents generally speaking!

#asks #anon #long post /

[musashi]

person who voted other: i was going to click "likes to be cared for" because i think that's true generally, but (from my Parasocial Stranger standpoint) it also seems like you're averse to a lot of the common *methods* people use to express care e.g. accomodation or explaining a topic or so on. which isn't a bad thing but does throw a wrench in the works in terms of "how *should* i express care then" and a lot of Parasocial Internet People who don't know you as a friend stop there

like for instance if you ask for asks and someone goes onto your carrd and is like "oh no that's a lot of text i am now Scared of whether my ask will accidentally contain some of these things" and then the person just decides to not send an ask. cos your carrd is structured around what *not* to do, so it makes it easy to assume that Well since this person is so confident and self-assured (which is mentioned on your 'how to speak to me' page iirc) and *also* has so many boundaries, i guess they don't really like to be cared for then / their Care Needs are being met by their friends already

obviously i can only speak for myself here though, i don't know if this is a common perception or not. for me personally the mental block of "agh this person seems like they have such cool interesting things to say but what if i accidentally trip over a boundary" was solved very easily when your posts said you liked asks about your special interest, cos then i have A Specific Direction instead of a bunch of directions *not* to go in.

…if any of that makes sense?

anyway tldr i think reading your blog every day it's clear you want to be cared for but if someone just glanced at your carrd they'd probably come away with the impression you don't need it since you're so confident

woah thanks so much for sending such a long in depth response!!!

i just genuinely do not view those two examples you listed as care, i guess? like to me, assuming someone needs an accommodation when they haven't asked for one is just pure ableism. in my day job i work HR and we are given very explicit training on how that in itself is a literal microaggression. even the non-HR employees that i instruct are given a whole training on how being "overly helpful" towards disabled people is a fucked up and shitty thing to do, and ignoring all that--i am disabled. in my day-to-day, i hate it just as much. it seems incredibly rude--when you accommodate someone unprompted, you are assuming that you are more of an expert on their experience than they are. i absolutely HATE when people "talk around" my triggers or try to trigger warn things for me, because it implies that i am somehow incapable of existing without this one person doing this. in my daily life, i am exposed to the trigger, and there is not always some tumblr user in a flower crown to bark out 'UMMM TRIGGER WARNING!' as a herald to it. i have my own methods of processing and dealing with all that, and i don't appreciate the insinuation that i don't. i spend more time with my brain and my disability than literally any person walking the earth, and so to assume that anyone knows more about it than me is just pure fucking unfiltered and unapologetic ableism.

nothing about that reads as "care" by any definition. it's rude, it's self-righteous, it's entitled, and it shows an incredible lack of sensitivity or care.

unfortunate that people think my care needs are being met. narcissistic personality disorder, more often than not, develops as a result of severe neglect and mistreatment. narcissists are often completely alone and isolated from society, with no love or care being leveled toward them. personally, i developed NPD because i could not find a single crumb of support--no one would care for me, no one would compliment me, no one would be there for me when i was sad, i had nothing and no one. so my brain literally FORCED itself to be self-obsessed as a means to survive, because that kind of social isolation and severe loneliness is what makes people kill themselves. my brain did not want me to die.

nothing has really changed. i still do not get a lot of love, care, compliments, or positive reinforcement/support leveled toward me. only now, because i have a personality disorder, i need twice as much.

its very interesting to me that the general consensus seems to be opposite--that self confident people need "less" attention than people more visibly struggling. very unfortunate. the broken cup gets repaired, but the chipped cup stays chipped forever, i suppose.

in any case, thanks! this is all very important and valuable data.

#wendy answers #Anonymous

[sweetness-doesnt-touch-my-face]

#FunFact: Though it's ridiculously fun to light-heartedly use the phrase "that movie changed my life" in regular forms of conversation. I'm probably one of the few to sincerely mean it. For that reason among many, Dead Poets Society is my favorite film of all time. It's a little discouraging to see it become fangirl fodder these days. It's obviously not the intended point of the movie.

If you're even just a casual viewer, you realize and can appreciate the cinematography, the soundtrack, the performances, and the overall ideals. These are all acceptable if that were the reason to personally praise it so high above all else. But that's not my reason.

When I was a directionless 15-year-old, a high school dropout who felt double the pressure to take the right career path for the life ahead of her. I sincerely had no idea what I was going to be. I had started writing poetry as a throwaway hobby.

I never considered it as something to pursue let alone think about as a potential profession. I mean, hell. Any person will tell you that being a poet doesn't bring in the big mones and it's the least desired job in literature. Poetry hasn't been in demand since the early 20th century.

It's an unfortunately dying star.

It by no means gives you a stable let alone assuring future.

I had few outside sources in my life at the time that told me that my angsty pieces of poetry were actually good. To be told to stick with it because you're good is another. So I briefly flirted with the dream of being a poet reciting her pretentious garble in a smoke-filled after-hours cafe. But it never felt realistic. I had nothing original to say.

I was a kid for gods sake.

It just so happened that in this period of already overwhelming hormonal irregularity, I was also mourning the recent loss of Robin Williams. Binge-watching his filmography seemed like the only cure.

I happened to naturally come across dead poets, since it is highlighted as one of his best. I watched it blind. I was enamored by the delivery of the lines, the beautiful atmosphere of nature, in awe of Mr. William's portrayal.... then inevitably punched in the throat - which spurted a reasonable amount of tears.

But what I came away with it was far much greater than my little mind could ever comprehend. My future had been drastically altered. My existence wasn't rewritten, so to speak. It was that I felt I received the spiritual "yes." I can do this. Because I'm meant to do this.

I can, and will, be a poet. That will be my job from this day forward. I will find little financial gain from it. But my entitlement will accept no other title. This is what I'm going to be.

I am a poet.

In retrospect, watching actors pretend to be poets isn't exactly a wise idea when it comes to making a permanent life choice. It was Mr. Keating's words, however. It touched a place in my rough core, striking a nerve that I hadn't felt before. It resonated. There was a passion embedded within me. I was already writing poetry.

But I wasn't striving for success.

I was writing to remove the rotten parts of my brain.

But it was purposeful now. Poetry is an essential part of the human race. Of life. My words did mean something. Its fate didn't need to end up in the bottom of a trash can.

And it didn't.

It's almost nine years later.

I am still a poet.

It's what I do. It's what I am.

I've been published.

I've written hundreds of pieces.

I've had supporters from across the globe.

I'm exactly where I'm meant to be.

#seize the day folks #random thoughts idk #personal

[minilpark]

hi, may I request romantic relationship headcanons for fanboy if that’s okay? thanks sm!

this is my first romantic hc request for fanboy so i will do my best! that being said, this may be shorter than other hcs, so i hope you don't mind!

as usual, i will be writing this based on a naval aviator!reader

you and mickey met years ago being stationed at the same base together

honestly you weren't expecting to make friends with him, but there was definitely something different about him than other pilots you've encountered

he wasn't as cocky or entitled as others

he was so kind and actually really funny

eventually you two began to hang out with each other more which helped because you two would be put together for some patrols or missions

soon enough that mutual respect and appreciation for each other turned into something more

and of course you both needed to have a discussion about it in order to move on

this discussion actually led to the start of your relationship

concerning mickey, i think he's definitely protective of you, but he doesn't let it get in the way of your jobs you both have to do or any activities you two do outside of work

whether those things be you going out with friends or you both going to a bar etc.

he isn't the type to get jealous because he doesn't doubt the love you have for him, but sometimes he does get insecure so it's nice to give him some reassurance

if someone is giving you a problem though, he's down for letting you handle it how you want because he knows you don't like it when people fight your battles, but if it escalates he isn't afraid to step in and knock someone on their ass

i think mickey's love languages are words of affirmation and quality time

he loves hearing praise from you (whether you interpret this as sfw or not is up to you)

he likes to know that he's doing right by you

and he loves to spend as much time with you as he can since your jobs keep you both busy more often than not

i imagine he is both a dog and cat person (more dog leaning) so depending on how long you two have been together (assuming you two are already moved in with each other) he'd ask if you would be down to adopt a pet

i think his fave indoor date with you would be to order takeout and play games/watch movies in a blanket fort in the living room

when it comes to going out, i think you two would do more hands-on activities like go-karting, arcade dates, or like going to the park

mickey isn't extremely tall (he's 5'9) but if you were taller than him or the same height i definitely think he would not mind in the slightest

concerning sleeping together, he loves spooning

he likes being the big spoon most of the time, but sometimes he just wants to be held you know

definitely not afraid to ask for cuddles and all types of affection

oh going back to the point of him being funny-

mans is a comedian and he will try to make you laugh all the time (whenever it is appropriate of course)

especially if it helps to cheer you up when you're feeling down

speaking of which, when you are feeling down, he asks how your feeling but doesn't push, if you want to talk he gives you the time to open up to him

and he asks if you'd just like him to listen or give you advice

vv healthy relationship he treats you like royalty

when he does fuck up though, he wants you to let him know and have a conversation about it so he can do better

lastly, you two definitely have a special handshake with each other and when either of you have to go away for a while for a mission or just whenever you two get ready to go in the air, you do it with him

"you better fly back to me-"

"i wouldn't leave you behind for the world"

#in conclusion mickey is husband material yall come collect him #i am mickeys wingman let me pimp him out to yall #top gun maverick #topgun #topgun maverick imagines #mickey fanboy garcia #topgun asks #topgun maverick asks #topgun hc requests #topgun maverick hc requests #ask answered

[hopefullyhealing]

The shit he put me through - Part 1: Boob fetish

CW : lots of misogyny, some sexual (not explicit) content, emotional abuse, religious trauma, body image, weight loss, disordered eating

Trauma dumping for an outlet as I process my divorce and the unhealthy relationship that I endured. Maybe someone can relate or learn from it.

1. Pressuring me to wear revealing clothing while also making demeaning comments about women wearing revealing clothing.

2. Constantly begging me to wear a push up bra that was uncomfortable. When I chose to go braless or wear something more comfortable he acted as though this was a personal insult to him.

3. Telling me the most attractive I ever was was when I was 10 weeks pregnant, lost 7 pounds in a week from throwing up daily, couldn't rest anything except plain rice, but my breasts were swelling. Years later he would still guilt me about not trying to squeeze into a fancy dress so he could enjoy my body when I was so attractive. (Nothing more appealing than wearing a restrictive too small dress while battling constant nausea am I right)

4. Giving me stretch mark reducing cream in my Christmas stocking while I was pregnant, to prevent my boobs from stretching too much. He also gave me a birthday card all about boobs.

5. Pouted when I didn't want to have sex anytime just because when his attempt at foreplay was simply squeezing my boobs. Started rejecting my kisses by blowing in my face anytime I tried. For years. His love language is physical touch ... But he rejected my kisses and hugs and cuddles. I desperately tried to speak his language while maintaining my boundaries and trying to not be objectified.

6. The many times over seven years I tried to communicate that I did not find his obsession with my breasts attractive and asked if he could tell me something he liked about my personality... Or even another body part... Asked for assurance that he would love me even if my body changed... (Spoiler; he wouldn't) He rolled his eyes. I just didn't understand men. He asked why I needed so much validation. Told me to read this book about codependency and stop being so needy. (I tried.)

7. After my daughter stopped breastfeeding and my breasts were less full, he told me I should work on losing weight. I did. I lost 25 lbs in 4 months. He cheered me on initially (the only positive reinforcement from him at the time) until he realized that my boobs were deflating even more. Then every time he touched them his face fell. He didn't want me anymore.

8. His response to me stating that women should not be objectified - insisting that he was a victim because I didn't let him "enjoy my body enough before it changed."

9. Telling me he was embarrassed for me when we went swimming because "some of the older women at the pool have nicer boobs than you do, and you're still so young" (when I've been trying to focus on body neutrality and appreciate my body for what it does and not what it looks like)

10. Told me he was unhappy in our marriage and the only thing he could think that might fix it was a boob job. (which he acknowledged was so unfair to me.)

I considered it. I talked to plastic surgeons. But ultimately it wasn't about my breasts, it was about disrespect and literally viewing my body as an object he was entitled to.

*Note we are from a very high demand religion (LDS) so no sexual contact including second base was allowed until marriage. I went into this marriage understanding he really liked boobs, but not understanding that (almost) the entire reason he wanted to marry was to have access to boobs he didn't have to feel guilty about looking at. I've been deconstructing purity culture for a while. I tried to help him overcome his shame but I got ^^^ instead.

#trauma dump #purity culture #misogyny #divorce #emotional abuse #women deserve better #unhealthy relationship #exmormon #fuck the patriarchy

[justekasmindx]

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December 31, 2023, they say, is quite significant due to its repeating numbers; it symbolizes a new beginning.

As I look back on this year, I realize the universe took a lot from me. Unnecessary people sucked out my energy, though I know it contributed to my growth because I learned to choose the people who could access my little bubble. I'm now able to protect my peace of mind in a better way, and I now know how important it is to take care of my sanity. The job titles that I went after before now do not make sense to me anymore. This year took me out of my obsessions with entitlement, humbled me a lot, and taught me how to live lowkey to appreciate the little things that contribute to the bigger picture. This year took away two of my loved ones, both of whom my grandpa just passed away, and made me realize how important it is to prepare for the future, that current lifestyle will create a huge impact on a person's well-being when hitting the senior years, that current financial management will dictate if a remaining family suffers during illness and after death, and most importantly, I now understand why birthdays are being celebrated and why family has to show up on each life occasion because this life is so short and we could prevent having regrets when it's too late. Why not file a leave to attend that mini reunion aside from traveling a lot? Why not save money to prepare for the future of the family? And why not take care of yourself so your loved ones won't suffer, and you can live with them longer? Why not sacrifice hours of scrolling through social media to call your loved ones? Why not tell that special person how much you dear and love him/her? Eventually, everything may fade but at least be grateful that despite the darkness in this world, you had the opportunity to feel love differently. This year took away my ego and pride, which made me show up with my authentic self with no fear of embarrassment, stand up for what I believe is right, speak my mind fearlessly, express my wants and needs, and most of all, know my worth. This way, I learned how deeply I could love a person, how much I could give and sacrifice while taking care of my own peace of mind, was able to set boundaries, and trusted my instinct more. This year gave me more space to feel my emotions, understand why I react to things, and get to the root cause of each aspect of me. I was forced to give myself more allowance to make mistakes because how much you can forgive is a measurement of how much love you can give.

Balance is the key, and it's quite a challenge for me to always take a break from thinking about the future and live in the present. They say a present is called a "present" because it is a gift. It is. The exact time you're reading this right now is a gift for you to be inspired, or you can just stop, put away your phone, and do something more significant with your time. I'm currently learning how to stay grounded, at ease, and present to convince myself that it is not my responsibility to fix other people's feelings and states. It might be my passion to help, but helping myself first will be a top priority to achieve more in this life.

Cheers to self-growth, expansion, and abundance in 2024!

4:56 pm

[euargh]

my day today

it started off awful with being unable to sleep until 9am then woke up at 11am having only about 2ish hours of sleep after 29 hours of being awake. parents didn't get the breakfast they had promised all week to get me for my birthday, but I expected that. my sis' felt bad and took me to Chilies for a margarita. That was nice. Then she decided to go to South Padre Island to Wanna Wanna to view the beach. I was up for it. We went on a quick trip to South Padre Island. It was nice. She got me a pina colada. and from within the tent we watched the beach and two surfers learning to surf. We didn't have beach stuff with us since this was unexpected but it was nice to watch. Then we went back home. I was kind of hoping my parents and sis' and I would go to H-E-B to get a cake and then the mall for a bit. Instead my dad canceled plans. I was irritated because my dad only grunted at me.

Later in the day I snapped at him for not telling me happy birthday. Something I haven't done in years. I am just so sick of his anger and talking over me and other crap all the time and never appreciating me that I finally just let it all out. but that was a mistake because I have been off my meds. My meds usually help keep my rage maintained and somewhat tolerate my parent's bullshit. He made me feel like shit for just wanting to be told "happy birthday" and a hug. I know it's a stupid thing to want, but I guess that little thing pushed me over due to all the other bigger things I constantly endure from him and other things. I texted my sis' to enter the room because my dad was really insulting me and saying hurtful things like "YOU TAKE HOLIDAYS TOO SERIOUSLY! I HATE THE HOLIDAYS!" like?? It's a birthday? Not a holiday? and that's so fucking hurtful to even say, maybe you should be freaking grateful you even have someone at all like me that tries to make a stupid shitty grumpy violent piece of shit like you smile once in a while. You have no other friends at all. It's just me, mom, and my sis'. Then those people you speak to like once every other month. You should be damn appreciative I care. All I wanted for my birthday was to be appreciated for one day because of all the bullshit you throw at me. Fuck you, dad.

My mom sided with me and started crying and demanded he stop his crap. I know it's stupid to even want to be appreciated for one day, but god ugh. I didn't say it like that to him though. I know he'd tear me down if I said that, so instead I just said "I'm just annoyed you didn't tell me happy birthday." To which he sarcastically said "well sorry, mijita!"

Anyways, after a shitfest we awkwardly hugged. but he still continued his insults. When my sis' entered the room, he was still continuing with, "THERE'S TINY THINGS YOU DO THAT ANGER ME! LIKE WHEN I ASKED IF THE COFFEE MACHINE IS ON. YOU SAID YES. I CHECKED AND IT WASN'T ON!" Like?? My sis' said to him "Just turn it on then?" My dad being an absolute narcissist thought she was telling me that and said "YEAH." :/

I snapped back at him with "YOU DO THINGS THAT ANGER ME TOO." then he kept talking over me. I said "LIKE THIS, TALKING OVER ME!" Then I said "AND YOU SHOUT ALL SORTS OF DEMANDS!" To which he denied. :/

Felt entirely like shit. Felt awful and embarrassed asking my sis' to even step into the room, but it was so my dad would stop being so aggressive. (he changes faces when my sis' is around.) My dad made me sound like I'm this entitled brat. No, you're the one that's fucking gross, sexist, violent towards animals, demanding, kind of acts like trump. All I do every day is pick up after you to help mom out and quietly tolerate your gross sexist jokes, your anger/violence, you being pissed all the freaking time, and other crap.

anyways, after that huge fucking shitfest, I guess I said "okay sorry" and I apologized a lot. Left to go bitterly eat pizza in the dining room.

My parents walked into the dining room and my mom said "okay kat, we're going to sing happy birthday to you" and I just... I appreciated it but wasn't in the mood. My sis' got dragged into it as well. They sang sounding like an absolute obligation or as if eating something distasteful. It made me laugh and then my mom started laughing.

Ugh, I still felt like shit but at least parents and I laughed. I felt bad for my sis'.

Jeez, it's like some... weird sitcom.

and that's the story of how I finally lashed out at my dad on my birthday for constantly pushing me over because I don't want to take my meds to maintain my rage and I still feel bad about it (same feeling I get when I speak or say anything but 10x worse) but I know I was in the right but ugh, he made me feel selfish and shitty. He is good at doing that when HE's the one that's awful. He's always "I HATE this I HATE that" and always so violent and spews insults and is highly condescending.

alright /vent sorry this is long at least the second to the first part of my birthday was really nice. I'm just going to forget this shitfest happened. =__= I'm so fucking tired and the frustrations of starting over again trying to be seen as a good person is so taxing. Last time I talked back to my dad was 2017, and the time in between doesn't matter to him because he actually said "YOU ALWAYS DO THIS AND START SHIT WITH ME." That was six years ago. =__= I hate my life and want to just die already, tbh.

#vent #story of my day #first time lashing out #ugh #Last time I exploded I was so severely pushed over that I threatened to throw a chair because of how bad everyone was bullying me #This was back in 2014 I think #Like jeez my actual self is this quiet calm person but being around such angry people that shout demands is so stressful #My meds help prevent me from snapping #Why is their logic this: durr hurt lets be a nasty shit to kat OHNO why kat talkin bak?!! BAD EVIL KAT NO GOOD PERSON FUK U KAT #=__= I will probably end up writing an absolute shiftiest novel so I’ll stop here #ok bai 4 nao

[alfredosauce50]

Just coming in here to say that I absolutely adore your characterization for 1p and 2p America, and for 2p Canada!!! 😸💖💖 and if you're taking requests, can we get some general headcanons for 2p America? 😳 thank you so much in advance!!

Thanks! They’re really something, aren’t they? And no, they technically aren’t open, but you know, I just have to make an exception for Allen 🤫 I tend to sprinkle a little bit of my personality into all my muses, but he has a decent handful of it...

2p! America headcanons

Appearances can be deceiving, and this guy is the textbook definition of it. With his striking red eyes, sharp grimace, and panther-like walk, he intimidates everyone who looks his way. Sure, he might be a troublemaker, but he means well!

Appearance

Just like Alfred, his “second-rate poser,” Allen has short hair parted in a cowlick. Only it’s dark maroon, not blonde. He has quite the boyish charm too. But being a little older, he has a mature appeal and sharper features. If you asked him to describe himself in one word, he’d say, “sexy, I guess.”

He has tawny skin, so he hardly ever burns. He just tans. He’s pretty tall, standing at around 6’2”. He’s also the biggest gym rat. He always keeps a few dumbbells laying around so he can work out between activities. Along with the healthy vegetarian diet he eats, Allen is in great shape—he’s totally ripped. He also has a lot of tattoos.

Allen doesn’t put a lot of thought into his wardrobe. So long as it’s comfortable, cheap, and shows off his arms, he’s good to go! Tank tops and muscle shirts are the absolute essentials. You can also see him in a lot of Metallica, Ramones, and Harley-Davidson. Oh, and can’t forget his dog tags.

Personality

Allen is mostly introverted. Don’t get him wrong, though. He’s a great talker when he wants to be, and won’t think twice before oversharing. It’s people he isn’t familiar with that throws him off. They tend to judge or fear him, which annoys him to no end. He ends up having ‘fuck off’ written all over his face, and it does the job.

On the other hand, if someone is kind to him, he will return the favor tenfold. He’s the type to stand up for the nice cashier when an entitled customer decides to throw their weight around. “Look, lady. I’m trying to eat here. And nobody gives a crap what you want, so why don’t you like, get out or something?”

He has a great sense of humor. When he’s in a good mood, he’ll make it known by being the life of the party. That doesn’t mean he’s good with crowds, though—he prefers it on the down-low with the people closest to him. “What do you say we get out of here, doll face? Just you and me. ‘Cause there’s another bar down the road, and it’s way better than this one...”

Allen is incredibly smiley when he’s having fun. Great company dampens his aggressive and broody emotions—he ends up grinning a lot. When he’s around someone special, he won’t stop looking at them with that goofy grin until they laugh at him. “Is there something wrong with my face? What’s so funny, huh?”

He can be hot-headed. What he can’t stand is people getting in his face and ruining his vibe. Allen gets road rage. When he drives by the person who cut him off, he makes sure to give them the finger without taking his eyes off the road. “Safety-first. Except for that guy. I hope he flies out of his fucking windshield.”

He’s pretty imposing. His sharp tongue doesn’t bode well for how confrontational he can be. Someone could be next to him and breathe too loud for his liking, and he’ll turn to them and say, “hey, pal. Did walking from your car to the store take that much out of you?” Allen isn’t afraid to speak his mind, regardless of the ‘should.’

Allen has a strong sense of justice. He doesn’t appreciate bullies of any kind, and isn’t above getting physical if the situation calls for it. If some asshole shoved someone else for no reason, he’ll scowl and shove them right back. “Quit pushing people around, asshole. You’re asking for it.” He warns them with his fist up.

He isn’t just fiercely loyal. He’s too loyal to the point of being problematic. He will go as far as being a home-wrecker just to have his baby back. He doesn’t care how inappropriate it is. Allen listens to his heart and nothing else—he will do what he thinks is right, or just what he wants, even if other people don’t agree.

Interests

Allen is good with cars. Anything that has a motor in it, he can fix. But he prefers using motorcycles the most because they’re cooler (and cheaper!). If you asked him if he was worried about crashing, he’ll just laugh and say, “with you sitting behind me? Not a chance.”

He’s not career-driven. He has the experience to be a mechanic, but he doesn’t wanna be stuck fixing other people’s stuff. Allen is too flighty to stay in one place, and in a job at that. He can find ways to chase paper without being tied down.

He enjoys drawing. He’s not great at it, but he really tries! Allen keeps a scrapbook and doodles in it from time to time. And he isn’t shy about it. If you asked to see his drawings, he’ll show them to you rather proudly. He’s also left-handed.

He makes a lot of Indian, Middle-Eastern, and Greek food. Those cuisines have a lot of tasty vegetarian options.

Allen works out a lot. He doesn’t like being inactive. If there isn’t any equipment lying around, he’ll get on the floor and figure out the rest from there. You’ll sometimes find him doing push-ups and sit-ups around the house.

He loves 80’s rock. Some of his rock essentials are Pour Some Sugar On Me, I Was Made For Lovin’ You, and Girls, Girls, Girls. The guitar riff in Beat It is his favorite part of the song. Allen also listens to genres like rap, heavy metal, and synthwave. But he isn’t picky—he will save any songs he likes and bump to them.

Allen owns a gun. If you ask him what he uses it for, he’ll scratch his head and say, “oh, you know. Just self-defense and stuff. There’s a lot of weirdos out there, you wouldn’t believe it.”

He’s kind to animals. Allen understands their capabilities and is very accommodating when he plays with them. Be it a turtle, bunny, cat, or dog, he always handles his furry (or slimy) friends with care. He seems to know how to train anything, and gets really invested in the process.

He’s the type to get down on the floor to keep his pets company. Otherwise, he’s doing something ridiculous for them to copy. Before he figures out how to potty train a puppy, for example, he will crouch on the newspaper and pretend to take a dump. Then, he will feed himself a treat (a fruit). “See? Isn’t that easy? Now, try and do it on the newspaper this time...”

Psychology + romance

Allen is a serial romancer. He’s a flirty person by nature, so he won’t have trouble chasing someone he likes. But after a few one-liners, dates, and maybe a fling, it never ends well. They don’t approve of his bum lifestyle, lose interest, or just can’t stand his attitude. If you accept him for who he is and return his energy, you’re already off to a good start.

He starts off the relationship by dating, not friendship. Allen is physical, and he loves to be, so he starts off with kissing and sex. What gets him to stay around you is respect, chemistry, and eventual friendship. Finding one-night stands is easy, but someone that can understand him? He’s not letting you go anytime soon.

Once you and him become an item, Allen will always take you out for long drives. It’s never about the destination, it’s the intimacy that comes from the closeness and conversation. He likes putting his hand on your thigh when he steers, or when he’s backing up. “This is why I had to get good at driving one-handed, doll.”

When the destination is important, he takes the motorcycle instead. Allen will never get enough of your arms hugging his torso. But what gets his blood pumping is seeing you close your eyes. It tells him that you feel safe riding behind him. “You know what, I’m gonna take a detour.”

Allen and you are a package deal. He has a lot of time on his hands, and he gets quite attached, so he’ll follow you around at every chance he gets. It doesn’t matter where—in the house, in public, or even around your friends. If you plan on going out, he’s always ready to pop the question.

“Can I come?” Allen lights up.

“You came last time, Al.” You reply as you get dressed. “Don’t you wanna stay home and do something else? You’ll get bored.”

“But I’ll get even more bored at home.”

“But it’s weird bringing your boyfriend everywhere.”

“It is?” He crinkles his nose.

He loves surprising you. He knows your size, and won’t hesitate to walk into a store you might like. People could stare or give him weird looks, but he’s too busy picking out something nice for you to care. If you don’t have any preferences, he will always go for the dress. And if he’s not getting clothes, he’ll get you teddies or home goods.

Allen will do anything to make your life easier. This extends from errands to emotional support. He might mess up with the chores, but you can’t even be mad because he tried so hard. Knowing how to do something is irrelevant to him, because it’s the thought that counts. “Babe? I think I cross-contaminated the cutting boards. And the cutlery. And the plates. And the—yeah. Why did you have to eat beef tonight?”

Communication is crucial. He can be down sometimes, but that can be solved by regular conversation. It doesn’t have to be something deep or meaningful. So long as you respond to his emotional bids, he’s a happy camper. Allen tends to make mindless comments, but in reality, he’s looking for your attention.

He can get anxious when you’re not around him. Allen is used to being around you 24/7, and he can’t have it any other way. If you’re away for days on end, he will sleep on your side of the bed to feel close to you. When you finally show up, he’ll be pretty clingy and expect a lot of affection. “Where the hell did you go anyways?”

Allen doesn’t work well with boundaries, physically or otherwise. He could try to adjust to them, but he usually ends up forgetting. If you get annoyed at him for constantly barging in on you, in the bedroom or bathroom, you might have to remind him to ask first.

“You want me to ask?”

“Yeah.”

Allen is already taking up most of the space in the bathtub, but he’s only getting closer and closer. He leans into your face and looks at you coyly.

“Okay. Can I wash up with you?”

He hates arguing with you. Allen would rather compromise and make things harder for himself than have conflict of any kind. When he does fight with you, it won’t be long before he apologizes. He can’t stand the distance, and will do anything to work something out. “Come on. I’m sorry. Don’t be like that. Hey—don’t close the door! Let me in. We’ll work something out.”

Allen gets jealous very easily. Seeing you with other people will ruin his mood, but he knows to not hold it against you. Instead, he’ll pick you up and drive home in silence to hide it. If you squeeze his arm, he’ll slowly warm up again. He knows it’s not good because you’re your own person, but he can’t help wanting you to himself.

He’s frisky. Allen lives for your touch, so he’s always putting his mouth and hands on you. When he’s not kissing you, he’s licking or biting you somewhere. If you two are out and about, he’ll wrap an arm around your waist and pull you close. “C’mere. Gimme some sugar.”

The bane of his existence is self-acceptance. Allen doesn’t care for big dreams, success, or money. But that’s the problem—his indifference to material wealth and class is unconventional, which fuels his cycle of self-doubt. He’s broke, ‘improper’, and the last guy you could ever want. If you stay with him regardless, he knows he’s found his ride or die.

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𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 || (very dark) 70s!Bucky x reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: he tried to be sympathetic to your cause, he really did, but he couldn’t just let you get away with disrespecting him like that.  

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.4k

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: smut (noncon, plus breeding kink and tons of degradation, like very heavy degradation, and multiple orgasms/overstimulation), misogyny, a bit of dumbification, housewife kink, ‘sir’ kink (brief), choking, implied anal, spitting (not on the reader, unfortunately lmao), quite a bit more than period-typical sexism, awful awful awful this fic is absolutely awful

                            Brooklyn, 1970.

Bucky’s mornings were sacred.  He had his rituals: showering, cooking breakfast, reading the paper and having his first drink and cigarette of the day, all before he left for work.

But throughout this entire week, his mornings had been ruined by the stupid fucking protest in the park just outside his window.  And to think he’d actually paid more for an apartment with a view of the park— he hadn’t realized then that the “view” was gonna be a bunch of hippies creating awful music and an unbearable smell that left his whole apartment reeking of reefer if he dared to open his window.

Attempting to ignore it for a week only made him more resentful with each passing day.  Each time he figured the crowd would surely leave soon or at least be quiet for the night, they seemed to somehow get louder just to spite him.

He probably should've waited until he was a bit less agitated to go down and try to bargain with you, but he stormed down there instead and tapped you on the shoulder when his presence alone wasn't enough to distract you from your incessant chanting.

“Would you consider being quiet?" he asked firmly.  "I have to work in the morning and—”

“We won’t be quiet until women have equal treatment under the eyes of society and the law,” you interrupted to explain condescendingly, shocking him with your icy tone.  He could hardly believe your attitude, in fact he couldn’t remember any woman speaking to him that way in his life: so far, he wasn’t enjoying it.

“I just thought you could be a little more respectful,” Bucky shot back, even more stern.  “You’re not making anyone wanna support your movement by acting entitled and inconveniencing everyone.”

“I’m sorry the revolution is inconvenient for you,” you replied, but it didn’t sound much like an apology. 

He wanted to say more but you blew him off and disappeared into the crowd, leaving him confused and irritated and livid.  Up until now he had been quietly skeptical about all this talk of liberation but now he saw it for the poison it really was.  A girl like you— who could've been a real looker with some willingness to try and a better attitude— talking to a man like him with so much hate and over what, a polite request?

This could not be tolerated; he couldn't let you get away with acting like that.  And lucky for you, he was exactly the guy you needed to teach you your lesson.

The good thing about hippies high on shrooms is they aren’t the most observant.  When he returned to the demonstration area the next night, he was able to grab you roughly and pull you back from the crowd with almost no trouble at all, dragging you into an empty alley and clamping his hand down over your mouth as your eyes went wide and your throat vibrated with silent screams.

“Shh, shh,” he soothed against your ear, “whatcha fightin’ for?”

He liked the way it felt to have you squirming against his grasp, using all your strength and not even getting close to escaping.  

“How does it feel to know I can do anything I want to you?” he growled against your ear.  “C’mon, sweetheart, can’t you put up a better fight than that?  I thought you believed in equality… you should be able to get away if you’re as strong as I am.”

He felt your warm tears trailing down around his fingers which held your face tightly, the struggle of your limbs slowing and weakening slightly.  His cock was already getting hard as he imagined the moment you would finally give in.

“You remember me, don’t you?  You didn’t need to be so rude, darlin’.  You could’ve just been nice and none of this would be happening.”

Your elbow shot back into his ribs and he exhaled sharply but didn't let go, grabbing your wrists and holding your arms to your chest as he pinned you to the wall.

"Oh, that's not gonna work, babydoll.  I'm so much stronger and bigger than you, all you're gonna do is make me angrier.  Is that what you want, sweetheart?  To make me angry?" he asked mockingly, leaning in to lick the shell of your ear as you tried to turn away.  “Pretty girl like you would make a great wife, why would you want anything else?”

Ignoring your struggle, he reached into your shirt and purred as he groped your chest, your nipples hardening when he pinched them.  “Maybe I can get behind this bra-burning thing if it means having easier access to your tits all the time,” he grinned.  “How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when I can see them through your shirt?  Shouldn’t be showing ‘em off if you don’t want any attention.”

As fun as it was to play with your tits, he had bigger plans, so he reached lower to start tugging down your jeans, your legs uselessly kicking as he exposed your ass and thighs.

His cock was already rock hard as he hastily opened his fly and pulled it out with one hand, leaning back to spit on it quickly.  He spread the fluid with a few strokes over his length, figuring it would be enough to get inside you even if he didn’t really care if he hurt you.  

Your eyes went wide and your head bucked wildly as he poked the head of it against your opening, your body fighting a little harder once again.  The irony of that, though, was that you were already plenty wet in spite of what he had expected; it was so much funnier to watch you struggle now that he knew you were not-so-secretly enjoying it.

“Don’t be so dramatic," he chuckled darkly, "I bet you can take a cock real easy since you believe in all this ‘free love’ bullshit.”

He groaned as he pushed into you, impressed by how tight you were— so tight that it made his cock throb right away, your walls pulsing and rippling around him as he filled you to the brim.

“Oh fuck, there you go…” he hissed, smiling as you sobbed harder and struggled a bit more before finally relaxing into his tight embrace.  "You're gonna take it all, baby, every fuckin' inch of me."

A hard sob choked out of you every time he slammed himself to the end of you; he could feel the hatred radiating from you, the way you would kill him in a moment if only you weren't so weak.  But he could feel your reluctant acceptance, too, and the way it was slowly turning into euphoria— you were finally starting to like how it felt to be helpless to him, it was obvious with the way your pussy gave him such a warm and willing welcome while your pretty tits got even harder.

You clearly wanted to hate him, but your body knew better.

"You think I'm a sexist pig, I'm sure," he chuckled, "but I'm really not— I love women!  And you know what I love most?  Huh?"

He felt you nervously shake your head behind his hand and he laughed.

"I love the way you get so dumb when you get a cock in you.  All those useless little thoughts leaving your head when you're finally getting fucked right."

Your cries got louder even though they were still muffled by his hand, your sweet little pussy giving him a squeeze of encouragement.

"It's okay to like it, babydoll, it's what you were meant for.  Made to be my brainless fucktoy… born to serve me," he growled.  “You really should learn to appreciate," he grunted between brutal thrusts, "that your only purpose is to keep my dinner hot and my cock warm.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head and he felt your walls bear down on him tightly, wetness seeping down around him.

"Oh fuck, are you coming?  Shit," he moaned.  "Looks like you really needed to be put in your place, just needed to be used... god, you made a fuckin' mess, too, you soaked my cock…"

Your little hands tightened into fists, pushing against where his arm held them back, but he stayed steady as he pumped into you, letting himself get a bit lost in the feeling of you while he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

It felt so damn good to have a cunt coming around him, but it was even better knowing that you were fighting it and still couldn’t stop it, completely helpless to how good he was making you feel.

You almost screamed under his hand when he reached down to quickly rub your clit, your back arching to try to run away from his touch; poor thing, you were so sensitive it probably hurt you, but he was having too much fun watching you realize you were going to come again.

"Yeah, gimme another one, slut," he grinned, your legs quivering as waves of slick coated him and started to even drip down your legs.  "Can't stop coming like the dirty whore you are, huh?  Bet nobody's made you come like this before— cause nobody's given it to you right.  Nobody's shown ya what it's supposed to be like when a man takes you and makes you his."

From the way you moaned softly, teary eyes fluttering shut, he knew you liked the sound of that.

"Yeah, wanna be mine, baby?  Wanna be my little slut?  Or do you want me to pump this pussy full and leave you here on the ground for any other man that comes by to use you if he needs?"

You groaned softly, a weak little noise, and he felt his cock flex; as much as he wanted this to last as long as possible, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“M’close, honey,” he breathed.  “I’m gonna come.”

He laughed breathlessly when you shut your eyes, like you were trying to go somewhere else in your mind, trying to pretend this wasn’t real.  But it was real, and he wasn’t going to let you forget that.  He was elated to make your nightmares come true.

"I sure wouldn't mind pulling out and covering that pretty face you've got,” he hissed.  “It'd be funny to see you go back to your little march and show them how owned you are.  But not today, babydoll, I think there's only one way you're gonna learn your lesson."

Another muffled gurgle from you, and this time it didn’t even sound like protest.  Maybe you were just too tired for that at this point, but it gave him hope that you could finally behave.

"I'm gonna take my hand away from your mouth and you're gonna beg me to come inside you, is that clear?" he grunted, feeling you nod vigorously.  "You're not gonna scream are you?"

You shook your head, and he slowly pulled his hand from your mouth as you gasped for air.  "Please— come in me," you panted.

"Address me as 'sir'," he instructed.

"Please, sir, I— I want you to come," you whined.

He chuckled right against your ear, feeling you shiver in his grasp.  "Honey, I don't give a fuck what you want."

To think you ever resisted your natural desire for submission was absurd now, considering the way that statement made you openly moan, your walls fluttering around him.

“Gonna fill you so fuckin’ deep you’ll never get it outta you, sweetheart.”

One more orgasm washed over you, making him laugh darkly while he watched you bite your lip to attempt to stay quiet; but that was impossible once he fucked you harder just to spite you, having to hold you tight to make sure he got as deep in you as possible.  Your whole body shook as he slammed into you, and he laughed at how dumb and helpless you looked.

"Bet you're on those new birth control pills," he grimaced.  They really weren’t that new, but he still hadn’t gotten used to them.  "Makes me sick to think you're letting a perfectly good womb go to waste.  Betcha want me to breed you nice and deep, yeah?  Wanna get knocked up?  You don't even care that I'm a stranger, you wanna get your pussy filled by any random man's come so you can have any random man's baby, ain't that right?"

At first he had worried that you would scream or cry for help, but now his concern was more that your moans would be too loud and somebody would catch the two of you in this alley.  Even if it was obvious now that you wanted it, public indecency was still a crime.

Good thing he had a new way to shut you up: his hand tight around your throat, silencing your sobs to blessed silence.  It was so hot to have you entirely at his mercy like that, to feel your pulse beneath his fingers, that he couldn’t stop himself from speeding up his thrusts suddenly.

"Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he gasped, “fuck, y-you… little whore…”

He had a habit of running his mouth when he was right on the edge, and the way your pussy was milking him for all he was worth made him spit out whatever filth he could think of.  

“Stupid fuckin' bitch," he mumbled under his breath as he fucked you as fast and rough as he could, chasing his high with no regard for your pleasure or your pain.  "Dumb whore, fuck, you stupid— ah, shit— stupid fucking cunt!"

He cried out as he filled you, groaning loudly with every pump of his seed into your waiting body.  Only when he was sure every drop was inside you did he release his grip on your neck, a loud gasp coming first before a few coughs and chokes that only made his cock harder despite having just filled you.

You started to struggle again, and he couldn’t believe it— after everything, did you still not know your place?

There wasn’t much time to relax and enjoy the afterglow when you were already trying to get away, and so he had to hold you tight again while he smiled exhaustedly.

“N-no,” you stammered, and he covered your mouth again as he pulled your head back to rest on his shoulder.  Clearly he hadn’t done enough yet to fuck that word out of you.

“Where ya goin’, sweetheart?” he panted against your ear, still catching his breath, his chest covered in a thin layer of sweat where it was exposed by his shirt.  “You’ve still got another hole to fill.”

#dark!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes dark fic #bucky barnes noncon #dark!bucky barnes smut

[mid-weast]

Will you keep it down? | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You and Jungkook attend the same university and have been neighbors for 3 months now. It drives you crazy that he plays loud music at 2AM, and it drives him crazy that you barely acknowledge his presence.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female!Reader; Black!Reader

Words: 2.6K

Genre: enemies to lovers, student!jungkook, student!reader, fluff, mention of smut, angst? (in the form of bickering back and forth).

Authors note: Hi hi! This is the first fic I’ve ever written so if it’s bad I’m sorry. Also it is unedited so if there's grammar / spelling mistakes I'm sorry again! Also this is catered toward the reader being Black but I hope it can be enjoyed by everyone. Thank you for reading! Feedback is appreciated ok love u bye!

“Y/N? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??!? Open this door RIGHT NOW!”

Even though you were studying in your room, his knocks were so loud you nearly jumped out of your skin. You had expected a reaction, but not a full-on explosion.

You and Jungkook have been apartment neighbors for about three months now, and a constant problem is that he blares his music hella loud late at night. Of course he’s a music major so he listens to music a lot, but at this point you don’t care. It doesn’t even seem like he’s working on composition homework anyway, just being an asshole with no regard for his neighbors peace. Now don’t get yourself wrong, you're not just some uptight bitch who complains about everything. Well, you do have several pet peeves but over the years of going to school in Korea you’ve picked and chosen your battles very wisely. In most cases you let things slide. You wouldn’t care at all about someone playing the music loudly, but it is 2 AM, and while you’re up studying you know a lot of your other neighbors are trying to sleep.

You tiptoe toward your front door and twist the knob slowly. You only open the door wide enough to be able to see his face. It’s not that you’re scared that you’re in danger or anything, and you rarely back down from people giving you a hard time. But you were tired, wearing a big ass t- shirt and short shorts (your regular sleep attire), and it was late at night. So if anything was going to pop off you felt pretty vulnerable. Even though you’re the same age, he towers over you and you find his size kinda intimidating.

As usual, you have to crane your neck to see his face, and your view of him is limited by the narrowness in which

you opened the door.

“Can I help you, lil boy?”

From what you can see of him, right away you can tell that he is pissed. Dawning his usual attire of a black sweatshirt with the hood up, black sweats, and stomp a hoe boots, he stood extremely close to your apartment door with his arms crossed. His usually wide, puppy dog eyes are now pressed in narrow slits. His normally pouty lips are formed in a hard line, and his jaw is so clenched you could carve an ice sculpture with his jawline.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You called the cops on me? Are you INSANE???" Jungkook shouts.

Obviously he's mad, and despite the amount of times you've gone back and forth he's never raised your voice at you. The old you would have screamed back at him, but over time you've tried to respond to anger with calmness. Also, you were a little scared because this mf is kind of big.

"I already told you if you keep blaring your music at 2AM, I was going to do something about it!" You respond in a hushed whisper, slightly concerned that your elderly neighbors will be even more disturbed by the noise. "I've told you this a million times, and you barely do anything about it. If anything, it's gotten worse like you're doing it on purpose. People are trying to sleep and I'm trying to study, why is this so hard for you to understand?"

He sucks his teeth. "You're such a little snitch. And I've already told YOU that YOU can't tell me what to do."

"I know I can't...but they can," you nod toward the exit, referring to the police officers that most likely just left out that way with a tiny smirk growing on your face.

If it was possible, he clenched his jaw even harder and you think that he's going to pop a blood vessel. He pushes his way into your apartment, which sends you stumbling back and you grab the door handle to regain your balance. This causes you to close the door shut.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're-"

He steps right up to you and leans down into your face.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, seriously??? Why are you such an annoying little brat? Just because you're a nerd with no friends who gets no play doesn't mean you can take your bitterness out on me.”

You have to laugh in his face at this point because hello??? First of all, who is he talking to? Second of all, you have told him a BUNCH of times to turn his music down late at night. You didn't think that was too much to ask. As far as you were concerned, being aware of your noise level when you live in an apartment is the universal bare minimum for being a human being.

"ME? Who do you think YOU are? Actually let me tell you. You're an entitled little rich boy who thinks he runs the world. I don't give a fuck about how popular you are on campus, how many people fall at your feet to be around you, and how many hoes you have, you cant talk to ME like that. And how are you going to try and tell me about myself when it's too much of a task for you to be a decent neighbor? I've never done anything to blatantly bother you, so why can you just.." You started to panic because usually when you raise your voice out of anger, your voice cracks and tears threaten to pool out of your eyes, but you tried to get a grip and not back down..."why can you just be nice to me so we can live in peace? Is that too hard for you???"

He looked kind of taken aback by your question. Being nice to you? It never crossed his mind. Also, you kind of had a point. When the semester started and you both moved in on the same day, you would shoot him a small, friendly smile in passing but you never seemed interested in getting to know him. He always wondered why that was. It's not that he had a problem talking with girls, since all he had to do was breathe and girls would come flocking around him, but you would flat out ignore him. Even at all the major parties at the beginning of the year and on Thursday nights when students take over the clubs in the city, you'd barely even acknowledge him. He KNEW that you had seen him too, since you would make eye contact, but you acted like he was just another guy at the club.

And he'd be lying if he said you weren't fine. You had thick thighs, a beautiful face, nice curves, and always wore outfits that hugged you in the right places. He always wondered what it would feel like to wrap his arms around your body and press it against his own. He would constantly sneak peaks of you throughout the night at the club, but something stirred in him when he saw that you were chatting up other guys. Was he...jealous? Jealous that you were so eager to pay attention to these dudes who, in his opinion, were decent looking but they were nowhere near his level, and you never even gave him a second thought? One night he even saw you leaving with a man he knew through mutual friends, and he had to physically stop himself from breaking the glass he was holding, because that guy, while objectively handsome, was nothing compared to him. Jungkook wasn't blatantly cocky, but he let his talent, charm, and looks speak for themselves. He was THEE Jeon Jungkook, and nothing ever really bothered him....except you.

Was he....interested in you? Nah, that can't be it. You were some random chick who happened to be his neighbor, who also is one of the only girls he's met that doesn't give two fucks about even having small talk with him, and that infuriated him for some reason. So the first time you came knocking on his door in an adorable pink satin pajama set with a matching bonnet complaining about his loud music, he knew the game he had to play.

He's still standing over you, centimeters away from you face, but you notice that his eyes soften a little and so does his jaw. He unclenches the fists he was holding crossed against his chest

You continue, “I don't care what you do, and I'm DEFINITELY trying to run your messy ass life. Believe me," you scoff, "you don't have enough money to pay me to do that. But when your dickhole behavior fucks with MY life is when it's a problem. And it's BEEN a problem."

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever, little girl, maybe I should call you little mouse now, since now I know that you'll go squeaking to the cops now, don't fuck with me or my music again.”

Without moving your head you look him up and down with a confused expression. "Am I supposed to be scared of you? No seriously, you look like you cry during Disney movies while wearing footie pajamas, and now here you are throwing a fit because I forced you to stop bothering the entire wing with your music?"

Girl...what are you saying??? This man just barged into YOUR place, is in your face, and is strong enough to pick you up and throw you, and you’re insulting him? But you figured if he's going to be rude, you'll throw it right back because you're tired of his bullshit.

Whatever softness he was feeling for a fleeting moment immediately left, and annoyance once again washed over. He straightens up a bit and puts on that annoying confident smirk he wears when he thinks he's won arguments between you two.

"You should be nicer to me, all it will take is for me to tweet one thing about you, and you'll be the most hated person on campus."

At this point, any suspicions that you had about him annoying you on purpose were confirmed. You've concluded that this mf is a bully and you, small and shy but not one to take mess, will put him in his place to-motherfucking-night.

You take a step toward him, now crossing your arms tightly against your chest, but he doesn't even move a hair backwards.

"Clearly you need a rude awakening so here it is. I don't know what type of people you've dealt with all your life, always saying yes to you, letting you boss them around and taking whatever bullshit you dish out, but let me tell you I am not the one. Never have been and never will be. Unlike the other fools around here who cream their pants at the mention of your name, I don't care about who you are. You'll respect ME and MY peace as long as we're neighbors, you get me?"

Now y/n, you have never so boldly stood up to someone, where did that come from, babes? You've tried to not let this entitled little boy get to you this whole time, but with him standing in front of you in the middle of your apartment with that extremely annoying, yet handsome, smirk on his face, and after all the crap he's said tonight, he had you all the way fucked up.

After you said that, he just laughed and looked away. Now you’re standing there fuming and confused...was there a joke you missed? You were being dead serious!

"Something funny?" you ask, narrowing your eyes.

"Nothing, just thinking about how I want to face fuck that annoying little mouth of yours so you finally shut up.”

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor. You've never had a guy say something so blatantly rude and vulgar literally inches away from your face. But again, you weren't going to back down.

"Oh really?" Scoffing and tilting your head to the side a bit while narrowing your eyes even more, "I'd very much like to do the same. Maybe then you'll learn your place."

"Oh please, princess, you probably blanch when someone around you even mentions the word sex." He chuckles and leans down close toward your face again and cocks his head to the side, scrunching his nose and in a pouty voice said, "you're fooling no one, but keep trying, maybe you'll get there.”

You're even more annoyed than you were before, if that was even possible. But if he wanted to play this game, you might as well go there with him. It's true, you were a bit more prudent than more, but it pissed you off that he could tell. Regardless, you do know some things to say that could have him leaving with his tail between his legs.

You pouted your lips and in a babying tone said, “Aww sweetheart you have no idea. You think you're big and bad but like I said, you probably cry watching Disney movies. The same way you'd be crying, begging me to let you cum down my throat as I mercilessly toy with your cock for hours.”

Now it's his turn to go pale. Y/n, his stuck up neighbor who has barely even spared him five seconds of her time just threatened to edge him into submission? He has to pinch himself because he must be dreaming....

“Well I-“

“But I don't even think we’d make it that far, hun” you continue, “because in order to humble your egotistical, disrespectful ass, I'm gonna have to ride your face until you suffocate. And when the paramedics come and I have to explain how you died, I won't even hesitate to tell them that you were a punk ass loser who LITERALLY drowned in my pussy!”

You don’t know who this person speaking is, but it is not you. All of the pent up hostility you’ve held towards him just flooded out of you and you couldn’t stop the words from coming out. To be honest you shocked yourself, but you still stood there with your arms crossed and your face unfaltering, just waiting for him to say something smart back.

He stared at you silently, eyes wider than you’ve seen before and his mouth hung slightly open. He wasn’t expecting you to respond with so much fire, but now he wouldn’t be able to sleep until the image you painted came true. His brain said fuck it, and his lips crashed down onto yours. The kiss is sloppy but passionate, and you swore you heard him quietly whimper.

When he feels you starting to kiss back, he smirks into the kiss. Your lips are moving against each other in tandem, and all thoughts about how much you despise the prick fades away. As you uncrossed your arms and placed them on his chest, you could feel his heart beating wildly. Was he as nervous as you were this whole time? You wonder. You knew he was a player, so he was experienced. But the thought that you made him nervous gave you a tiny confidence boost. His hands slowly slide up the sides of your body to sneak behind your back, to pull you further into his chest. As much as your brain was telling you to resist him and push him away, you couldn't help but fall victim to how soft his lips felt against yours. Suddenly you feel airborne as he swiftly reaches down behind your thighs and picks you up. You instinctively gasp but he doesn’t miss a beat, simply biting your lower lip and locking your lips together again.

“Maybe we should test that scenario of yours, and if it comes true, that wouldn’t be the worst way for me to go” he says, doing that annoying but soul-crushingly handsome smirk he likes to wear as he carries you off to your bedroom.

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