#evening/night shifts for this job dont make no sense

[ray-array]

Theres that self indulgent suggestive shippering content wowwwie yeah fuck my original comics i guess

Ah yes this is why i shouldve put more time into developing any writting skills, i see that now. context? no i dont think its needed... besides the fact that this is how they met. (unless i change my mind lelele) There is a bit more coming.. at some point, just this took a while soo yeeee

[gluion]

[TEASER] finger trapped (ripped to its seams) ➵ ji changmin

ji changmin x reader

with an unexpected reunion, you and changmin relive the memories of cheongju—and confront what could’ve been between you two.

inspired by ➵ "seasons" by wave to earth, the last five years

general genre/warnings ➵ friends to almost lovers, angst, fluff, the last five years story-telling method aka present will be told going backwards while past will be told moving forward (i hope that makes sense), missed chances, unexpected reunion, keeping secrets & lying, hurt/comfort, jealousy remains but love triumphs, tiger parents, journalist reader (u kno i had to do it), reader is a nerd and changmin is a student-athlete, kms jokes from jongseob (all /lh), finger traps aren’t efficient after all

word count ➵ est. 10-15k [now available! read here]

playlist ➵ end of beginning by djo // high school in jakarta by niki // i know it won't work by gracie abrams // no big deal (i love you) by dodie // keeping tabs by niki // no one knows by stephen sanchez & laufey // so what now by renee rapp // i wish i hated you by ariana grande // the 1 by taylor swift // seasons by wave to earth

a/n ➵ shhhhhhh.... i know that i'm still writing this but a lil motivation and accountability goes a long way SOOO !!! this is just a lil teaser for the upcoming jichang fic for the deoboyznet event <33 thank you again to my lovely @hcuyk for beta reading !!! (i've only written 1/4 please understand.) but i'm dedicating this to my lovely @sungbeam whose love for changmin is one i'll forever feel even to my ribs and @wavesmp3 who forever remains an inspiration in the way i write </3 plus, i've posted these snippets anyway so :P if ure interested in this fic, feel free to ask to be part of the taglist for this! and dont forget to always leave feedback <3

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it’s a late night on a tuesday, about to be a midnight wednesday, and you’re in a convenience store as you scout for your dinner. all hauled up in the newsroom, the idea of ordering food during a time where restaurants would still be open slipped your mind. now, you’re left to scan through the same options you’ve eaten for the past years since you started living in seoul.

the convenience clerks are familiar with you, both kim jongseob and kim jiwoo. with your constant late-night meals at the store, you’d talk to whichever one had a shift. jongseob is saving up to upgrade his setup at home to record more music. with all the stories he shares about his time in underground rap battles along with the short verses he’s performed for you, you’re positive that he’ll get signed to a label soon. as for jiwoo, this is one of the many jobs she has in order to save enough money for fashion school. you’ve seen her sketches and outfits she’s put together and you’re hoping that she’ll get accepted.

a sigh leaves you. you didn’t have a problem with eating the food here but you were craving for something new in your life in seoul. the perpetual cycle of eating takeout food and unconsciously skipping meals for work needed to be disrupted just for a moment. but you weren’t seeking michelin-star food—all you wanted was home cooked, something from home.

the spice of tteokbokki, the burn of freshly fried hotteok, and the sweetness of homemade peach iced tea—mr. kim’s convenience store had it all.

your tastebuds long for cheongju.

“planning to beat your record of spending 23 minutes on deciding what to get?”

you roll your eyes before looking to your right, seeing jongseob stocking up the drinks in the fridge. “i hate you.”

“what? i’m just saying, you’re taking a lot longer to decide today.” he chuckles before placing the last bottle of sweetened probiotic milk in the fridge. “none of the options look good to you?”

“sort of,” you hum before you scan through the aisle of packaged meals. “i think i’m craving for something different.”

“i get it. the food here can get boring, which is why i’m planning to order pizza if you want to split the costs.”

your eyebrows shoot up at jongseob’s suggestion. “really? you’d share pizza with me?”

“yeah, as long as you pay for your share.” he shoots you a smile before grabbing on a trolley carrying empty boxes. “unless… you want to pay for the whole thing.”

you bite back a smile as you shake your head. you should’ve known the guy would ask you to buy him food, but you knew that he needed the money and you at least had a stable income to keep you comfortable. “fine,” jongseob’s smile grows as you fish out your wallet from your pocket and pull out a couple of bills. “just order enough for us two.” 

“of course,” he says as soon as you hand him some money. “i’ll make sure to order the most expensive thing on the menu.”

you scoff at his joke. “just make sure to treat me to something.”

the bell by the door chimes. “sorry, can’t hear you over that! need to attend to a customer!” jongseob quickly runs away from you while dragging the trolley. that little shit just knew how to press your buttons, but you love the kid, anyway.

still, you stand in the middle of the mart and your heart longs for home.

then, you shut your eyes, and you’re transported back in front of the familiar aisle filled with bags of potato chips and sweet corn. the noisy fan along with the soft sounds of mr. kim’s korean drama fills your ears. a mix of yellow and orange hues paint every corner of the mart, including you—and you’re not alone.

your best friend stands on your right, wearing the unbuttoned school uniform polo over a tank top along with jogging pants. he’s lost in thought as he scans through the options of snacks you two can have for today’s afternoon. he starts to giggle to himself, probably from a silly thought he’ll share with you in the next second or a memory involving you, and the dips in his cheeks appear—your heart thumps in your ears.

and just like how quickly you were transported back to cheongju, your surroundings transformed into the cool-lit convenience store found in seoul. all you have left is the image of him bathed in the sunlight.

but he fades away like the ink on old receipts, never gone, because the glowing image of him warps into a different version who stands next to you in the cold mart. he’s grown a few inches taller and his hair doesn’t get in the way of his line of sight. while he wears a green sweater, you notice that he’s gained some muscles. his eyes scan through the aisle behind you filled with different brands of instant ramen.

but he bites the inside of his cheek, and his dimples appear.

it’s a tornado that brews within you, enough to uproot trees and displace buildings, all because of an unexpected reunion with changmin. why did the universe decide to bring two ex-best friends on a random tuesday night? what brings him to the convenience store at the same time you’re there? and why did it have to happen a day before the interview?

you weren’t going to commit the same mistake; keep your eyes off of him and make your way out of the store. it didn’t matter if you had an empty, growling stomach, or gave free money to jongseob. you need to leave without the distant, familiar face noticing.

your feet act fast, and you're almost certain that might’ve caught his attention, but it didn’t matter as you see jongseob standing behind the cashier with his phone out. “i just ordered the pizza. it should arrive in about… 20 to 30 minutes.”

“yeah, about that…”

“don’t tell me you’re taking your money back.”

at the sight of jongseob’s pout, you roll your eyes. “no, keep it. i just—i need to go.”

“what? why?”

you peek behind you. it seems like he didn’t recognize you, after all. “i’ve got… work!”

“but don’t you only have your interview with the bo—”

“hey!” your fingers snap at him. “you cannot—i mean, you just… just take the goddamn money.”

“but we’re supposed to share the pizza. you haven’t eaten.”

an exasperated sigh leaves you. “jongseob, just treat me next time. i can eat at home.”

and you’re ready to leave the convenience store, bid farewell to jongseob and a delicious pizza made for two, and never greet or say goodbye to the living fragment of what you last know of cheongju—

“y/n?”

and the plan failed.

when you meet his gaze, you’re able to take in the different version of him. he’s grown so much—it’s such a pain that you weren’t there to witness it. his eyes are a pool of emotions; you can’t identify them.

all it takes is one breath from you. “changmin.”

a beat passes.

“i’m just gonna… go through the storage,” jongseob points his thumb at the back of the mart, “and maybe kill myself afterwards. i don’t know.” before you can protest, he’s already gone. (and he still has your money. that fucker.)

taglist ➵@winterchimez @miusgirl @jenoscafe @sweet-unicorn-world @mosviqu @vernyangel @stealanity @deobi0412 @blue-rainydays @maessseongs

[spiderlandry]

stay — jake sully

Description: Jake reflects on a love from his past life.

Pairing: Past Human!Jake Sully x F!Reader, Jake Sully x Neytiri

Warnings/Tags: angst, kind of fluff, death mention (tom sully), i dont know anymore it’s just kinda bittersweet

Word Count: 1.3k

Author’s Note: it’s jake’s birthday today (august 24) !!! so im posting two jake fics :] the other one is fluff i promise

PRESENT

Guilt has to be some type of chronic pain, Jake thinks. It sits in his ribcage beside his heart like a heavy stone, only alleviated by the reminder that he has a life now and the past is long gone. But the problem is that it would always haunt him. He’s a sinner, he has to pay.

Being with Neytiri makes him feel alive, it really does. He loves her. But there’s a place in his heart only occupied by one person right next to Neytiri’s place—you.

You, who was the first to ever see him. The first to ever give him a taste of what it was like to love and be loved. When he was learning the words oel ngati kameie, his point of reference was you. Your heart that he so diligently worked to earn, something you shared that he didn’t deserve. Don’t get him wrong, he’s sure you’re still on your feet. Hell, you probably found someone better. He hopes you have and that you’ve also realized that one’s heart can belong to two, just like his.

He wonders sometimes if you know his heart still belongs to you.

2146

“Pretty lady,” Jake greeted you as he wheeled himself into the pub. This wasn’t his usual place, but he’d come here more regularly all because of one person: you. “How’s business tonight?”

“Better now that you’re here, Sully.” You flashed him a cheshire grin from behind the bar, pouring him the usual.

You were the pretty bartender that caught his eye, months ago. It wasn’t a rare occurrence for him to observe beautiful women from afar, but you were different. Though you were attractive, it was one particular conversation that drew him completely to you, where you spoke of your own dreams as a scientist even in the quickly deteriorating shithole that was the city you’d both considered home. It gave him something. It gave him hope. Just a sliver.

He watched you from the corner of the room while you did your job.

He waited for you until the end of your shift, careful not to drink too much so he can remember the next morning. To remember how you grinned at him when you opened the door to your apartment, and to spend the next few hours kissing him stupid.

PRESENT

There’s nothing like the date nights with Neytiri. It’s freedom injected into his veins. They fly together, circling the floating mountains and laughing as they chased each other. The world glitters and glows around them, and the world falls away.

By the end of the night, he cages her inside his arms, protection enough for the both of them—he protects himself by shielding her.

And there’s a flash—just a second—of his past life.

It happens. Rarely, but it happens. Sometimes Neytiri would run her fingers through his hair just right, or she would shove him playfully with such a precise force that it matches a memory buried deep under the grounds of the graveyard inside his mind where he mourned his other life, and along with it, you. For one moment, he’s back in a human body, with your soul still there with him, somehow.

He only falters for a single frame, but it’s enough for her to notice. She doesn’t pry in the hopes he’ll tell her someday. He’s got a type—Neytiri is beautiful and patient, just like you.

2148

His apartment gathered dust while he spent all of his time at your place. He’d never dare utter the word out loud, but it was becoming home for him. When you had opening shift at the bar, he awoke to gentle lips on his forehead and a promise to come home later.

Promise. Jake didn’t have much of it in his life. But once again, you reignited a sense of belonging that he once had.

There was no other place for him to be.

At least until those two agents showed up at the door and demanded he go with them. He was shown his twin’s dead body, and it was then he saw the other side of the coin. That could have been him. It should have been him, technically. Tom was always the better one.

Jake was proposed with a choice.

It was nighttime when he got to you, and you were already there waiting for him with a worried expression. There was no grieving, but there was guilt.

You held him for hours in silence after he told you what happened.

In the morning, he further explained to you what those agents told him, and you listened patiently—intently—without interruption. Afterward, you smiled solemnly. Perhaps you’d already known his choice even before he did.

For a long time, you knew that Jake felt lost. No sense of purpose, he told you. And while you were a pillar of stability for him, his heart sought for an objective. You had your studies, your aspirations. He didn’t have any goal to work toward. You, being you, recognized his craving for something more.

“If you go, I won’t hold it against you.” You said, preparing breakfast at the crack of dawn. There was only sleeplessness for both of you.

“But?” He asked.

“But what, Jake?” You glanced at him, unable to make eye contact for longer. “What do you want me to say?”

“If you tell me to stay, I will.”

“We both know I’m not doing that,” You sighed. That was the thing, you knew him too well. “Do you want me to tell you to stay?”

His silence said it all.

“Look,” despite your nerves, you finally faced him. Courage he saw in your eyes. “I love you. There’s nothing that’ll change that. I don’t want you to go, but I’ll never tell you to stay.”

“That’s nonsense.”

And despite the edge in his voice, you smiled. “This would be good for you,” you caressed his jaw. “You’ll come back. It’s not forever.”

He rested his head against your middle as you ran your fingers through his hair soothingly, scratching at the scalp.

“I’ll come back, I promise.” He whispered.

“I don’t doubt that, Jake.”

He intended to keep that promise.

PRESENT

He would never stop thanking you for not telling him to stay. If you didn’t, he wouldn’t have his family. But he promised to come back, and that’s where the guilt grows tenfold.

The guilt doesn’t end. He doesn’t really expect it to.

With a strong heart, he prepares himself to tell Neytiri about you.

In the back of her mind, she likely knew there was already someone before her. By making the bond, they share everything, and with a haze, she felt Jake’s love being shared with another. She sensed his hesitance to get close to her during training.

He tells her about finding purpose, about how he fought for you, that everything he did—even as Toruk Makto—was all so he can make you proud.

He exhausts himself telling endless stories of your adventures together on Earth, and regardless of her distaste with sky people, there is no greater joy for her than hearing him share this part of his life. It means the secret would no longer plague him.

Don’t get him wrong, he moved on long ago. Found happiness without you. But that does not mean he stopped loving you; it’s a part of him as much as his bond with Neytiri.

Someday, he hopes to pass onto his children the kind of bravery he gained from being with you. To be unapologetically courageous—to fight for want you want. When they’re older, there may be a circumstance where he can give advice from a lesson he learned from you. One of which being that there’s more love in one’s heart than they think.

He lounges with Neytiri in a secluded part of the mountains, holding her, when he spots a new light in the sky. A light that, unbeknownst to him, contains you.

[megumisgirl]

HEY GIRL HEY. just wondering can you do a fluff or a comedy romance thing with megumi? there are not a lot of fics where there is a bit of playful side of megumi (non-sensual wise) and since youre a megumi main blog, i thought maybe you could try it? I understand if you dont want to! Hav a great day!

!! im back !!

starting off sweet, this is the purest idea ever. and yes sure!!!! i will try to write more fluff and non-smut content for ya'll if that's what you guys want so here ya goooo

there's a monster in our room! megumi x fem!reader

the horror movie played and you squeezed megumi's hand as hard as you could, trying not to flinch. being such an advocate for horror movies, you begged megumi to watch the new incedious movie with you. he knew you could handle horror stuff, but your night terrors is what really gets you. all those fights and cursed techniques you used and saw caused a lifetime worth of trauma and mental anguish no one can ever relate to. but that's the part of being a jujutsu sorcerer, it's the job describtion.

megumi had his legs spread as you sat in between them, your legs on top of his in a comfortable manner, one of his hands under your shirt, caressing your skin, and the other holding your hand, drawing mindless circles on your hand with his thumb. you were super focused on the movie to even notice that megumi was looking at you.

he never understood how he pulled you. the hot freshman, with the darkest brown eyes and most beautiful hair that was somehow always tied up, it never made sense to him. sometimes, during sparring lessons, he's just stare at you as he rested, catching his breath only for it to be taken away by you. the way your hair flew with each turn, your hands fast enough to kill anyone without them even feeling it, your footwork almost flawless, how your hips swayed dodgeing from nobara. you were... perfect.

the first time he felt something up his heart was when you guys were sparring. you were sparring gojo as you lost a bet, and it got pretty intense. almost everyone circled up to see it, and you felt the pressure almost crumbling but you kept a level head. during the heated session, gojo's rough technique ripped your hairtie and caused your long silky hair to come tumbling down. megumi's breath hitched for a moment, and everything went into slow motion. you still kept on fighting, losing at the end (gojo is the best jujutsu sorcerer, what did you expect?) but everyone commended you for your intense fighting spirit. making you one of their go-to girls on the most difficult of missions and with higher level cursed spirits.

megumi's mind was constantly filled with that imagine of you with your hair down, flushed cheeks and tired eyes from the fight, a wide smile still placed on your lips as you, in a matter of good sport, shook gojo's hand. everyone cheering you on as you just smiled politely at them, a large blush coating your cheeks. and when you made eye-contact with megumi, one might've thought he hated you, with his expressionless face and darkned eyes. but it was the complete opposite. gojo noticed that.

"you like her or something, megumi?"

and then here you guys are. your back pressed against his chest and you can sometimes clearly hear how fast his heart was thumping against his chest, but you thought it was for the movie. no. it was for you. megumi was a man infested by love. he was ultraviolence.

you gasped as the monster appeared on the screen. of course, you were a scaredy-cat, and megumi never minded that. but when he saw you gasp at the mere sight of a monster, it gave him an idea. he just stood there for a second before he looked back at the screen again. this time he gripped your hand tightly unconsciencely.

"megs, are you scareeedd?" you jokingly teased him. but he just remained quiet. his eyes kept on shifting to you everytime the actor would appear on the screen and he just kept quiet. silenting feeling insecure, and a bit jealous. which is physchotic on it's own since he's megumi fucking fushiguro.

"no!!" he scoffs, you turn your head to look at him, his sea blue eyes lot in the floor somewhere, his cheeks slightly flushed as well as his nose. you hummed at him, but he just kept quiet again, his thumb drawing mindless circles on your stomach. you just smiled turning your head back to the screen.

about fifteen minutes goes by when megumi looks at you again, so focused into the movie, "hey, imma go to the bathroom real quick, yeah?" he said, getting up as you just hummed at him watching the movie. he quickly rushed to the room, calling out his spirit dogs and preparing to declare war.

"we're gonna scare her, and we need to do it well."

he told one of his dogs to stay in the room and the other to quietly and in the most the-shining-sisters way pass by you to think something just moved. megumi was gone for a while now but you thought that maybe he's having some stomach problems. that's what he gets for not sharing his strawberry ice-cream.

you were watching the movie peacefully when out of the corner of your eyes, you saw something move. you turned to look at it and saw nothing. you just brushed it off as a pigment of your imagination. four minutes and megumi's still not here, and you keep hearing thumps and whooshes and it's freaking you out.

in a desperate attempt to feel better, you played some hello kitty and friends and went to look for megumi. he's nowhere in your bedroom, or your bathroom. you frown, folding your arms over your chest.

"megumi, this isn't funn- AAAA!!" you screamed as one of his dogs jumped at you from the dark opened closet and megumi pulled you by your waist into the bed, throwing you there on your back. "megumi!!" you screamed, "you mother-"

"language!" he warns. he smiles at you, "gotcha'," he winks. you punch him in the stomach making him scrunch and drop his head to the crook of your neck, his dogs snuggling your leg and one of them running in circles.

moments like these, you were truely greatful for you and megumi's relationship. somedays you didn't talk much, and the other days you guys talked a lot and had one of the best days of your relationship, today being one of them. no angst, no fight, just the two of you, his fluffy friends, and love. sometimes, he didn't seem real. he seemed sureal. maybe because he was, maybe you were crazy to think that. but either way, he made you happy in a way no one ever did.

"i love you," you said, your words getting muffled as you pressed your head against his chest, reeling in the moment.

"i love you too, princess," he said, his words soft and smooth. "and i always will. i'll always be here for you, whether you want it or not. i'll always be in your mind. you just need to reach for me," he said with a wide smile. and you smiled back.

such a cute little monster in your room.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for ignoring my suicidal friend?

Me (f, 23) and my friend (f, 21) have both liked the same girl (f, 23) for a few years and we are all coworkers at the same workplace. Everything was fine until recently the girl in question started showing some interest in me (she asked my friend if I was single, takes shifts for me, brings me food sometimes, etc.)

Obviously I was very happy and i asked my friend if she could sort of be my wingman and tell the girl that I had liked her for a while, since I was not really comfortable telling her myself (im very shy and i wasnt 100 percent sure the interest was real or I was just seeing what I wanted to see)

Anyways, the my friend refused to text the girl, which i understood because she also liked her, makes sense right? I said it was fine, she didnt have to, and that i would talk to her myself. Well my friend went off on a rant about how selfish i was and how i better not talk to the girl at work or she would report me to our boss for stealing. I was kind of put off but the next day things were fine, i didnt talk to the girl though because i was a little worried my friend might do something ridiculous.

About a week later i dyed my hair just for kicks and my friend started talking to the girl about how horrible it looked and saying i looked even uglier now than before and the girl actually stood up for me and said she thought i looked fine. Got the stink eye from my friend for the rest of the day. That night she texts me and says she is going to kill herself if i dont back off. Obviously i didnt want her to kill herself, and i truly think she would, shes been suicidal for a long time, so i didnt know what to do. I quit that job (i had an offer somewhere else that i had been debating anyways) and have been ignoring her ever since (about a month), but i am still texting the girl. I really like her and honestly, ive known her for a few years and i think she could be the one, but if i go after her my friend might do herself serious harm. I really hope she's ok, but i am kind of tired of her behaviour and threats. If she texts me threatening to kill or hurt herself one more time i am not responding. I ignore all her calls too. Personally i think its straightup manipulative behaviour and im sick of her always trying to get what she wants. I wish she would just stop trying to make me feel guilty for being happy.

What are these acronyms?

[lastoneout]

It really is wild to tell a doctor to their face that I have tried to "push myself" to regain my mobility and it put me on bedrest for like three fucking months only for them to be like "well have you tried pushing yourself to regain your mobility??" like bro going on a 15 minute slow-ass walk around my neighborhood once a day for a month took away what was left of my mobility for THREE months and my knee STILL hurts more now than it did before. Pushing myself lead to me permanently making my pain worse, not better.

I also wasn't kidding about the cooking thing, I broke down about not being able to cook because I love cooking so much and eating take out and boxed/frozen food all the time SUCKS so my fiancé helped me make just spaghetti one night, just sauce, cheese, and noodles, it took 45 minutes, I was wearing my knee brace, and I sat down as much as possible, and I was in so much pain by the end that I could barely stand. How do I "push myself" in this situation?? I can't even make a basic dinner for myself and my fiancé without having to give up doing anything else including showering and giving my cat her meds and shit like that for the entire rest of the day. How do I push from here??

Like I just genuinely don't know how you can hear all that and then say to my face that continually injuring myself in this way is going to yield positive results. Every time I have pushed I have limited my mobility further. My PT even TOLD me I shouldn't reach the point of being in actual pain while exercising, if I'm hurting really bad I need to stop so I don't injure myself. How does my PT know that when my fucking rhumatologist doesn't??? How does it not make sense for me even just stay mobile until I hit my limit and then use the wheelchair so hitting my limit doesn't mean "not being able to do anything for the next two days"?????

It's like they think I just started hurting and fucking gave up immediately. I was forced to quit my job THAT I LOVED SO MUCH because even when I hit the point where I could barely walk or sit without pain I didn't want to give it up, I kept pushing myself until my fiancé would have to practically carry my ass to the car at the end of my shifts, and it ended with me so disabled I still can't work. My fiancé legit has to constantly step in to stop me from pushing myself too far because I just want to do the things I want to do and I will hurt myself because of it!! I'm independent to a fault, I hate nothing more than admitting that I can't do something I want to do. Every shred of mobility I have sacrificed has been torn from my very unwilling hands, I haven't given up, I've had it taken from me. I never stopped trying to keep walking, keep working, keep cooking, keep going places, I had to stop because I had no other alternative. It was that or destroy my body. And tbh overall I still chose "destroy my body" more often than I should have.

But they still act like I'm giving up. Like it's me being lazy and stupid that got me here. Like if I was willing to just cope with the pain and not give up it would fix everything even though I already tried that.

I dont hate being disabled, I really don't, even though I've had to give up so much stuff. I grew up with a disabled mother, she's used a wheelchair my entire life and tbh I'm thankful because it seems to have spared me the all too familiar abled worldview that disability is something tragic and shameful and horrifying. It's just life, it's always just been my life, and becoming disabled was pretty easy to accept because I never saw it as a tragic fate to be avoided at all costs. This is the body I have, this is what it can and can't do, my life isn't over it's just different now, I'm allowed to mourn what I used to be able to do while recognizing that I can still live a full life with the right kind of medical care. Most of my frustration comes from people projecting their ableist feelings about disability onto me! It's why "oh but you're so young" comments make me want to deck people.

The only thing I hate about being disabled is other people and all their fucking issues that they keep projecting onto me. The way doctors act like it's better for me to give up everything I do just so I can eventually maybe regain some of my mobility rather than give me the help that would ACTUALLY make that possible. And I cannot stand the way I'm treated like some sort of stupid infant who doesn't have any idea what's best for her because I recognize my own limitations and ask for help. The pain isn't even the worst part, it's the dehumanization and infantilization. The insistence that suffering is better than "giving up" and using a mobility aid. The idea that something happening to someone like me is a tragedy and not just part of life. And the way it constantly makes me feel like I'm the problem when I fucking KNOW I'm not.

Every issue I have faced has been a result of the way other people have treated me. My mobility probably wouldn't even be as bad as it is now if my doctors had Fucking Listened To Me when I first brought up my chronic pain as a teenager, because if they had they would have figured out that I have EDS and will always be damaging my joints and thus need braces NOW to prevent that damage from progressing. I hate thinking about how not being taken seriously by doctors is what got me here in the first place. I'm so fucking tired of my fate being in the hands of people who won't help me and then blame ME for how bad I'm doing and insist I have no idea what I'm talking about and helping me would make things worse actually and have you tried just suffering more.

It's legit inhumane. I just want to be treated like a person, and maybe have some recognition for the way other people constantly make my life hell rather than people acting like I got myself into this situation when I fucking didn't, they did.

I was never the problem.

[dropitlikeapeong]

Waiting for You: Chapter 2-

But why?

Genre: more angst (kinda.. it could've been worse)

CW: Swearing(and lots of it). Seeuns a jerk (a little bit!). mentions of food. Y/n's probably getting fired. mentions of jealousy. suggestive mentions (makeouts, hickeys and love bites) NONE are happening in this chapter, they're only mentioned.

This chapter is not as angsty and sad as it could've been, and thats okay because I still got the next few chapters to torture you with :D

This one's a bit longer than the last one so woohoo. I apologize for any spelling mistakes (my eyesight is a joke) if im forgetting to add something in the cws, please let me know and i hope ya'll enjoy.

Likes, reblogs and comments are very appreciated.

"Let's break up."

"we're done, y/n."

"I don't want us, anymore"

"we're done."

"Goodbye Y/n."

Not a single explanation given, he just simply let you know that it was over, and left. Instead of an evening that usually ends with watching yours and his favourite shows on netflix with some snacks, cuddling and a little makeout in between, your evening ended with you crying yourself to sleep wondering what went wrong. Sadly the world won't stop spinning solely for your heartbreak, and you are very much still needed at work today.

Having slept through the alarms your now ex-boyfriend always set for you, you are forced get up by the several incoming calls and texts from your supervisor and your coworkers. After your phone finally stops vibrating, you sit up in your bed to scroll through the many texts from your friends, Jiwoo and Hana;

Jiwoo: WHERE TF ARE YOU?!- sent 06:18

Jiwoo: you were the last one to leave work last night, you have the office keys now we can't get in- sent 06:20

Jiwoo: also we agreed yesterday you're in charge of the picking up the boys' food, im driving them to the photoshoot- sent 06:21

Jiwoo: and no i will not switch shifts with you again- sent 06:21

Jiwoo: BITCH ISTG- sent 06:52

Jiwoo: we got a spare key. thanks for nothing asshole.- sent 07:05

Well... Jiwoo's mad. You'll have to make it up to her later, and from the looks of it, Hana as well.

Hana: If you value your job, get your ass over here quickly. I can only stall Manager Park for so long- sent 07:52

Hana: and no i'm not gonna tell them you're calling in sick- sent 07:52

Hana: Youre on the meal shift, you not allowed to call in sick today- sent 07:53

Hana: IF YOU DONT PICK UP THE FCUKING CALL ISTG- sent 07:58

Hana: lol, tried to save ya, Manager Park is pissed.-sent 08:14

Hana: And youre on meal shift tomorrow as well since jiwoo had to get the boys' coffee today. YOURE WELCOME.- sent 08:15

hana: AND youre the one who promised the maknaes brownies today, not us, so have fun explaining to them why they arent getting any today- sent 08:18

Hana: im mad at you in case you cant tell.-sent 08:18

Aside from the spam of your upset friends, your main motivator to get into the shower was a singular text from Manager Park letting you know that if you didn't show up at work today, to not bother showing up tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the day after that.

So you rush through your shower routine, grab your bags and your keys and a fruit on your way out of your home, to at least try and salvage this day, and not piss off your friends or your other colleagues even more.

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While driving to work, your thoughts end up drifting back to last nights events. When Seeun broke your heart and left you crying on your living room floor.

Later today one of the staff that were aware of your relationship would be coming around to pick up anything and everthing of his that he might have left in your apartment, during your one year relationship.

'It's for the best' he says. Best for who? Him? Did the CEO find out about you then tell him to end things? that would make sense, however with how clingy he was toward you at work and in front of everyone, it was quite difficult to keep your relationship secret, even from the CEO himself.

After he caught Seeun trying to sneak into one of the supply closets with you, you were both called into his office for a very important discussion about "fraternization in the workplace". He'd given you both a stern yet kind warning that if anyone outside of the company found out found about this, it'd mean a lot of trouble, especially for you, so you needed to be careful.

'Guess there's no need to worry about that anymore.' you thought to yourself.

You make a stop at the sandwich bar across the company to pick up the boys' lunch as well as the brownies you promised, even though you told them you'd bake them yourself, you were unfortunately too preoccupied with dealing with heartbreak their friend caused. Hopefully they'll understand right? Of course they wouldn't they didn't even know you two were a thing. Wait, maybe that's his issue;

What if he saw you with someone else? Maybe thats why!

Could he have seen you with another guy and overthought the situation? You obviously have some male coworkers that you chat with sometimes, but your conversations are always respectful. Even if someone does flirt with you, you always kindly let them know you're not interested.

Him worrying about you leaving for another guy seems highly unlikely, but not impossible. He does tend to have a bit of a jealous streak, epsecially when comes to you being around his bandmates.

With the job of prepping their equipment and clothing for performances, Bringing them their food and drinks and driving them to their many different events since their debut, it's no surprise that you'd eventually grow close to the ten boys. it is how you and Seeun started dating after all, but considering that could get you into an insane amount of trouble, your relationship with him remained a secret, even from the rest of the group.

That secretiveness unfortunately made some of other members comfortable enough to have some flirty conversations with you.

Its kinda suprising how neither of them even suspected you two, with how Seeun would constantly be caught staring daggers at Hunter for constantly offering to take you out on a date after dance practice. Considering Hunter's personality, you know he's probably joking, but it still didn't stop your boyfriend from angrily muttering about how he needed to back off, because you're his and his only.

I mean, at least you were.

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Finally you arrive at the company just in time to deliver lunch to the boys. Once you reach their practice room they're all lying on the floor sprawled out, in different corners of the studio. Jiwoo continues packing up their sound equipment not even sparing you a glance, still very much upset from this morning. You'll have to buy her lunch later to make up for it.

They're all too exhausted from rehearsals to pay any attention to you, so you figure you can sneak in, leave them their food and sneak back out unnoticed, but today is just not your day.

"Y/NNIE!!", is all you hear before a strong pair of arms wrap around you and lift you off the ground, squeezing you tightly.

So much for sneaking out unnoticed.

"Hunter, I can't breathe." He gives you one last squeeze before setting you on your feet again, smiling down at you.

"Where were you this morning? We missed you!" Yujun asked while rummaging through the bag of food you brought.

Now everyone's eyes are on you as you try to explain your absence from this morning but your wonderful ex pipes up before you can even speak.

"Who's 'we'?" he scoffed, while the other members laughed, your smile dropped as you tensed at his response.

Right. He always had to tease you a little to make sure his favoritism of you wasn't too obvious, although according to Hyunwoo, it only makes it more obvious that he likes you, hence everyone just laughing off his comment. Even you would just laugh off his antics knowing he'd give you all his hugs and kisses later, as an apology in case he was a little too mean.

But after last night's conversation, today's joke isn't really that easy to laugh off.

"So Y/n, where were you-Are you crying?" Yechan asks and now everyone is moving in closer to see what was wrong with you. When did you start crying? You quickly wipe at your face but Seeun grabs your wrist, his other hand moving up to as if to caress your cheek, him looking down at you with concern with concern in his eyes, that concern disappears immediately, as he laughs in your face.

"Wait are you really crying?" he sneered. What is this?

This is not his usual teasing, he's really just trying to hurt you.

But why? Why is he being like this?

"Aw, Y/nnie you know I'm just joking, no need to be a baby about it-" he goes to ruffle your hair but you instinctively slap his hand away from you.

He looked a bit shocked at your actions but that expression quickly changed into a mocking smirk.

"Woah, calm down, why are you being so moody today?"

"Y/n just had a bad morning guys, we all have those don't we?" jiwoo spoke up. You weren't really expecting her to defend you after her texts from this morning, but you were grateful nonetheless.

"Yay! You brought the brownies!" the exchange between you two is quickly forgotten as the rest of group rushes off to where Yujun is holding the box of brownies.

"Hey, these are store-bought you said you'd bake them-"

"Who cares, I want one!"

"Hey! hEY- DON'T EAT ALL OF THEM! We're supposed to share!!"

While they all bickered over the bags of food, you backed away silently trying to make your way to the door, but bumped into someone, you turn around to see Seeun glaring at you.

"Watch where you're going idiot." He muttered walking over to where the rest of members were already sitting down and eating, leaving a dull ache in your chest.

What was his problem? Why was he acting as if you're the one who hurt him?

You were tempted to ask but Jiwoo grabbed your arm and dragged you towards the door.

"We need to go see Manager Park right now, but we'll be back in a few minutes. Enjoy your lunch guys!"

Once the door is shut, you are then dragged off to yours and Jiwoo's shared office.

"I thought we had to go to Manager Park-"

"Yes. You do. In an hour or so;"

She then shoves you into your chair and stares at you expectantly.

"I know you're probably so mad at me right now- and you have every right to be-"

"-Apology accepted. You'll pay for my lunch later. Now onto more pressing matters, what's up with you and Seeun? You guys were so tense just now! Did you guys fight or something?"

You roll your eyes and sigh at her nosiness. You had planned on keeping the relationship a secret from her and Hana as well, but they put two and two together when you had gone into his dressing room to 'help him with his stage outfit', and came back with hickeys littered on your neck and collar, and bite marks on your shoulders and chest(you probably shouldn't have worn a sleeveless top that day).

Although there was a lot of concern about how things could easily go very wrong with this, they were still very happy for you and being the good friends they were, they promised not to tell a single soul.

"We broke up." Her mouth fell open, with her eyes widened in shock.

"Uh.. O-Okay?? Why??" She asked incredulously.

You shrugged, wishing you knew that answer as well.

"Jeez so that's why he's been so sour this morning, you broke his heart!" she says slapping your arm lightly and you narrowed your eyes her.

"First of all; He broke up with me-"

"-The fuck? Why?"

"Beats me." you leaned back into your chair closing your eyes.

"Well shit, then what the heck was he mad at us for?" you sat back up at that.

"He got mad at you guys?" she nodded and sat on you desk.

"He was so snappy with everyone this morning, no one knew what his deal was."

Before you could ask her for more information, the door opened and Hana rushed in, slightly out of breath.

"Manager Park is looking for you- and wants to see you in the practice room. Right now."

"Me? I thought he wanted to see me in hour-"

"-Change of plans. He wants to see you now and i suggest you move fast, cause he seemed pissed."

Shit.

"We all come late from time to time- hell even he was late too last week- he can't still be mad about that right?" Jiwoo asked trying to reassure you even though she seemed just as worried as you. Hana shrugged and looked at you.

"You coming?"

You exhaled deeply and stood up, following her to the the practice room.

Time to face the music.

<previous chapter :: next chapter>

[frostironfudge]

107 - Bucky Barnes

Summary: based on @marveldude506 's request: "Hey, idk if ur doing requests but could u do a bucky x reader where yn wears wigs cause she has short hair and she feels insecure about but she doesent want to grow it out, anyway, yn does motocross but no one knows except bucky but yn doesn't know that he knows and she goes to tournaments and she gets injured and bucky freaks out he pulls her helmet off to see if she's hurt and he sees her short hair and yeah...."

Pairing: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Motocross!Female!Reader

Divider: @firefly-graphics || Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: insecure reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, motocross accident, minor injury, emergency room, doctors, worried bucky, protective bucky.

A.N: i dont know anything about motocross i googled it for accuracy, hope you enjoy reading! thank you for sending in this request!!

Main Masterlist || AO3

When you lay on his chest upon instinct his hand moves to caress over your head. You try not to tense up. Bucky picks up on the littlest of things. The smallest changes which he catalogues. 

Your breathing even, heartbeat steady, his hand moves over the hair. You sigh, shifting closer. A soft rumble of his laughter echoes against your chest. The images of the movie flicker across the screen. 

Part of you wonders how his fingertips would actually feel, leaving soft caresses over your scalp. Would he still like it? Even if your hair isn’t actually long? 

He’d admired it for as long as you could remember, always finding reasons to play with the hair. 

You try to not let your mood deflate. The wig was doing its job. Hiding your actual shorter length. You didn’t hate the short hair, just facing the public, facing Bucky sent your heart plummeting with what ifs and negative thoughts. 

“You alright?” Bucky whispers, taking a look around the room, to see if anything was out of order. 

You look up at him, giving him a soft smile.  

“I am.” You assure, he leans down to kiss your forehead. 

“You sure? I can go, I know you have an early event to cover.” He raises a brow. 

“Stay a while longer?” You request, brushing your fingertips over his cheek, his stubble growing out, he grins. Your thumb moves to his lips, tracing over them. 

Bucky places a kiss on your thumb. He brushes back the fringe of the wig, fingers curling over your jaw tipping your head back to kiss you deeply. 

He smiles against your lips, loving the lingering taste of your lip balm. The way your scent envelopes him. Sinking him into you. He stops his hands from moving to grab your hair, he has realised you tensed up at that, so he lets his hands wander to the back of your neck and shoulders. 

Your hands move to his hair softly tugging upon it to feel more, he moans softly between your parted lips. You do it again and he’s losing all sense of control.  

Bucky’s hands grab your waist in a swell move you’re now laying above him, you laugh when his stubble tickles you amidst his kisses to your neck. 

Bucky chuckles as well, the sound sweet. 

“I love how you make me laugh.” He speaks against your skin. Your heart soars. 

“Bucky,”

“I am serious, you just, you brighten up my days and nights.” He cups your cheek, blue eyes full of mirth. 

“I love you.” You tell him, his cheeks tinge pink. Right to the tip of his nose. You adore him. 

“I love you too, Doll.” He confesses, your own cheeks heat. 

You both never get tired of hearing those three words. The happiness Bucky finds within you, the happiness you find within him. 

“Make out some more before I go?” He requests, “Please?” he adds biting upon his bottom lip. 

“Have I ever said no?” You laugh, brushing your lips against his own. 

Bucky’s chest rumbles with another laugh. 

The taste of coffee lingers upon his tongue, both of you moulded against one another, wandering hands, kiss bitten lips.  

Bucky never wants to leave, but as he stands at your doorway. He puts on a brave smile. It had been a few months but he knew he was headover heels for you. 

One more kiss takes away your lip balm’s reapplication. 

You lean your head against your doorframe. Watching him walk backwards with a dopey grin towards the elevators. 

He stumbles over the upturned carpet, you bite back the giggle as he gives his patent glare to the fabric. 

Bucky waves at you and catches your flying kiss to him, pressing it to his chest. 

“Goofball.” You tease. 

“Yours.” He adds, beaming. 

“My goofball.” You affirm. 

The elevator doors close on his smiling face, you sigh sadly, already missing him. Shutting your door, you head to your room, retrieving the mannequin head and placing your wig upon it. 

Staring at your reflection, you run your fingers through your shorter hair. You loved how it looked, so freeing and most of all you. 

As you run your fingers you can’t help but picture Bucky’s fingers. You sigh yet again, the ache in your chest reappears. You don’t want to grow your hair out, but you know he loved the long hair look on you. 

Turning to your wardrobe cupboard you get everything prepared for the next morning. You had a motocross tournament. 

Bucky was thinking you were there to cover it for your news report. You wonder if telling him would make sense. He did enjoy riding his own motorcycle. 

You have half a mind to tell him, as his text comes in that he’s reached home. 

You catch your reflection on the blank screen of the phone. No, he’d just worry and then you’d have to be honest about your hair. 

Bucky wishes you good luck for the tournament in the morning, packing the food and blanket he brought onto his bike’s carrier. 

He wanted to surprise you and also give you the key for his apartment. He had found a park near the tournament. After you were done you both could celebrate there. 

Bucky wants to laugh, the way you failed to hide about you riding. The tournament registration documents were sprawled across your table and you tried to hide them but left the main document out. He pretended not to see it. 

He had the date saved as a reminder. He’s ecstatic to say the least. Wanting to see you in action. 

There is quite the crowd as he parks, everyone already cheering on the riders as the countdown timer begins. 

Bucky spots your best friend, Bea. 

“Hey Bea.” He greets, trying to spot you or your number through the line up. 

“Bu-bucky?” She squeaks, “How what—,”

“She left the papers out so I thought I’d surprise her.” He smiles at her, her surprise morphs into awe. 

“She’s going to be so happy.” Bea grins happily, “Her number’s 107.” 

His lips part in surprise, locating you on your bike, face obscured by the helmet and eye protection goggles. 

“Was that always her number?” He wonders. 

“She always had it, every meet by default she ends up with it so she always requested it then. Even during Motocross Juniors.” Bea explains, knowing it was Bucky’s regiment number. 

Bucky can’t help the wide grin that takes over him and his heartwarming. 

“When she met you and you told her, she was so excited to finally know why she kept getting that number.” Bea chuckles, the announcer tells them the countdown is going to begin. 

Bucky and Bear look towards the starting line, you're at the back. 

The countdown begins, the crowd erupts into a cheer, Bucky’s eyes remain on you. As you begin to overtake before the HoleShot. 

You’re almost there, Bucky cheers as you’re the first one through. Bea claps and they watch the race unfold, you fall back through the first moto. Coming in second, in the second round you begin to gain traction. 

Bucky watches the screens and the angles as they show you move through the terrain, you’re slowed across the wet mud section. 

The crowd goes silent as the first two bikes slip just after their airtime. 

The crash seems brutal, a spin occurring and they slide to the edge of the terrain. 

Bucky’s eyes move to your screen. He’s running onto the track before anything even happens, your airtime is brilliant, you feel weightless and then you spot the red flags. 

You look forward, the medical flags are there. You try to change your angle so you can slow down and move off track safely. 

The timing is misjudged, you land almost going into a wheelie, the dust kicks up and a tire moves into your way turning your bike and spinning it out. 

The force throws you off. You hear the yell of your name over the dulled chaos. Dust rises around you as you roll over the ground, finally when you stop against a raised portion of the track you wince. 

“Y/N! Y/N!” The figure looms over you, when you raise your hand to get rid of the goggles. The figure beats you to it, you blink. Your favourite shade of blue is worried. 

“Bucky?” You ask, voice muffled. 

“Doll, do you have a neck brace on?” He questions, hands moving to your helmet. 

“I, yeah, Bucky what are you—,” you’re cut off as he carefully supports your head, taking the helmet off. 

Seeing your face he sighs with relief, pressing his forehead to yours, hand running iver your hair and he pauses, you press your lips into a thin line. 

“Bucky I can explain,” you panic as he pulls himself away. 

“I’m so stupid, does it hurt anywhere else? Your legs, hands, anywhere else?” His worried gaze moves over your body. 

Your motocross clothing isn’t torn or ripped anywhere, the safety gear has mud all over it. 

“You aren’t mad about the hair?” You blurt. 

“The hair?” He looks back up and then notices the short length, even in the chaos you look so beautiful, the short hair suiting you so well. 

“Doll you look stunning.” He blurts, fingertips grazing over your scalp. You melt into his touch. 

“When did you cut it?” He wonders, couldn’t have been this morning you wouldn’t have had the time.

“I—,”

“Hi, I’m the medic, is it okay to assess you?” The woman wears a badge and her colours are the same as the medical flag. 

“Yeah.” You look at Bucky, he holds your hand through the assessment. 

Turns out you have a sprain in your ankle and your left wrist. They strap you onto the gurney to lead you to the nearest ER for an X-Ray. 

Bucky stays with you throughout, filling the forms, learning what needs to be done, asking questions. 

He even asks when you would be able to get back to riding. You smile endearingly at him. 

The doctors leave you for a moment to check on the other patients. 

You reach for Bucky’s hand, “I cut my hair way before I met you, but when we met I was trying out a wig since for wearing it short had me worried over the what ifs and you absolutely loved the longer hair so I just never you know…” you trail off. 

“Hey, I love your hair long or short. I think this hair also makes you look adorable as well as badass.” He smiles as you remember the same words he said about your longer hair as well. 

“You don’t mind it?” You ask, still not convinced. 

“Doll, you, I love you, long hair, short hair, you’d have a third head I’d still love you.” He runs his fingers through your hair. 

You breath relieved, “Wait, how did you know about the tournament?” you still lean into his hand. 

Bucky smiles sheepish, “Well you left the pamphlet out, and I saw that you had signed up, wanted to surprise you. Have a whole picnic basket ready.” 

“I’m so sorry.” You give his hand a squeeze. 

“Doll, you have nothing to apologise about, do you know how amazing it is? Seeing you in your element? We can always reschedule the picnic and I wanted to give you this,” he fishes around his pocket retrieving a key on a motorbike keychain. 

You laugh, “Bucky you really want us exchanging keys?” 

“If it were up to me you’d move in.” His tone is serious, you see he’s written 107 on the bike with a blue sharpie. 

“I always wondered why I kept getting 107 on every tournament or participation, even my BMX bike had 107 on it. When I met you and you told me your regiment was 107th, it felt like everything clicked into place.” Your voice gets heavy with emotion, Bucky kisses your forehead. 

“Hi Ms. Y/L/N your discharge papers are ready. You can change into your clothes, if you need a vehicle we have a rideshare app pick up area.” The nurse informs the two of you. 

“I have my bike, is it okay if I take her home on it?” Bucky questions, Bea was taking your bike back into the rental pick up. 

“You can but make sure to immediately elevate your leg once you get home.” She smiles and then moves out. 

“Need help changing?” Bucky smirks, then winks. You giggle, shaking your head. 

“Maybe at home.” You tease. 

Bucky laughs, running his hand through your hair once again, placing a kiss to the top of your head. 

-x-

permanent Bucky tags: @slutforsexyseabass

[emperorpearl-ofthefarmlands]

Childhood story!

When I was a child my older cousin, Wizard Gem, and I would play pretend fantasy scenarios!

We even made our own two original characters, they were sisters! Hers was the royal alchemist while mine was a brave knight :)

I was a bit obsessed with the whole "true love" fairy tale trope at the time, almost all books I read were about it. Id always make up different partners, mostly royals, for me to rescue and fall in love with

I tried giving her a partner many times til she sat me down and explained how it made her uncomfortable

We then had a long talk where she helped me understand not every story needs to end in romance, how not every princess or prince will fall in love with who rescues them and how knights often just save people in need cause its their job! Also how not only girls needed rescue, you dont need to be a damsel to be in distress

She used me and Sausage as an example. How he would often get in trouble and need one of us to help him. How it often was me. I was his knight, but we were just family. She went on to say that they could also be friends, or simply strangers! Maybe someone just needs help and a hero will save them without expecting anything in return.

I walked out of her room that night with a huge shift on my world view. Pretty sure I wasnt even on double digits yet, but I understood most of what she said. She was very patient with me too, and said that some things would make more sense once I grew up. She was right.

I think about that a lot. I'm so very greatful for her. I thought I'd share that story with you all today!

I appreciate my family a lot, right now Gem in particular, she really taught me a lot, most core life leasons I got were from her. She always guided me through the right path even with all her own struggles.

She's a wonderful woman, a wonderful wizard, and a wonderful cousin&sister. Thank you, Gem ♡

[vacantgodling]

Trick or Treat? 🦇

thank you!! you received a treat :3c

have the first 3 chapters of NAD’s outline cuz why not 🤪

CHAPTER 1 -> (POV) NYSEAH NICOLETTI

nyseah wakes up in an unfamiliar room, her memories of the night before hazy. as she stumbles out of the bed to search for her cigarettes, she opens her left eye and is struck with a wave of pain so fierce that she can barely move. it feels like burning and stabbing and crushing all at the same time. unable to find her phone, she stumbles out into the street (a motel is where she was at) and no one around stops to help her (bc this is a norm in new mananza esp when in this part of town). she makes it to an alley when she finally collapses, and passes out right as the legs of two people appear before her.

CHAPTER 2 -> (POV) DONTE MACBRIDE

don is ready to close up his p.i. services for the evening; another day with zero business. but he’s not too bothered by it. describing the run down office and its purposeful location outside of the public eye, you can sense that there’s something not quite right about the law here. right as he’s lighting up a cigar after putting up the closed sign, there’s a knock on the door. donte tells himself to leave it alone, but curiosity gets the better of him, and he opens the door. a tall, elegant, and expensively dressed man is standing before him and while don doesn’t recognize him he recognizes that the man must be someone rich, famous or important. after being bullied to allow the man inside, it’s discovered the man is a famous actor; mononymously known as leonine. leo presents him with a case, the recently deceased rising star and close friend of his, roxanne davis, and this is when you begin to learn about the tom foolery of the new mananza justice system. leo insists that he doesn’t want to pursue the culprit or take anything to trial he just wants to understand why all of this happened. after presenting don with an offer he can’t refuse (clearing all his debts and paying for him to get out of the city for good so he can retire in peace), don shakes on it. one final case.

CHAPTER 3 -> (POV) ALONA SPRINGWELL

on her way from class, alona stops back at her cushy dorm room to drop off textbooks and change into her uniform for work; a sexy but business casual secretary uniform. she remarks to herself that she’s never seen herself so adult like and despite having the job for near a month now it still feels like a dream to her to be working at the company; the largest and most extravagant conglomerate in the city. at work, we follow alona’s day to day and get a feel of how far removed this world is from the squalor that don and nyseah deal with. when alona is packing up for the night, her supervisor approaches her and asks if she can take over the night shift for a coworker who called out sick, with triple time for short notice. alona agrees readily, and settles in for the night; though why she, a secretary, should be working overnight is unusual to her. as the night carries on you begin to notice slightly weird things happening and alona thinks about odd things and rules of the job. after another worker buzzes in, alona hears a noise coming from a separate hallway that sounds like a loud thud. it startles her, and she tries to ignore it but after an hour her curiosity gets the better of her. she closes down the desk momentarily to take a short bathroom break, but instead wanders the halls for a bit (in her allotted 15 minutes) to try and locate where the thud may have come from. coming from one of the back rooms alona was told she didn’t have authorization to enter, a trail of what appears to be blood oozes on the floor leading to the door. she hurries back to the desk.

tbh i feel like these do a good job of introducing the main conflicts of what’s happening in the story and showcasing how this is a triad pov story. every chapter is gonna always rotate from nyssie, to donte, to alona but nda sounds horrible versus nad so 💀 this isn’t even the real title anyway. unless i did straight up call it “non disclosure agreement” …. which actually i might think on that….

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

tw- family problems, parental issues,fighting, relationship problems (i think)

seeking- advice, vent

(sorry for any typos) also, can this be tagged as flower anon tyy:)

my whole life my dad has treated my mom terribly i didn’t realize it wasnt normal when i was little, as i’ve gotten older i’ve been realizing how terrible he treats everyone around him especially my mom. my eyes have recently been opening to his true character and i wont go into detail but i feel so guilty that im resenting him cause he can be so nice sometimes but even that is following by something negative. but i dont wanna make this about that cause its about how he treats my mom.

when i was younger they would fight all the time and even still hes always the one to start it. all he does is complain about everything yet does nothing about whatever it is he’s complaining about. he has my mom do his laundry, make his dinner, fold his clothes, make his bed, all of it. by the way my mom has her own job which shes in a lot of pain at the end of the day cause of it and she has to come home to his bs. if she doesnt have his dinner done he freaks out and guilt trips by saying how hes gonna go to bed without eating, when they eat out almost every night so he can easily order food himself or go pick it up. even if he wants her to make home-cooked food for dinner if shes at work, literally doing her job he’ll complain about it and make her feel bad.

he makes her pay rent even tho her hours have got cut so she doesnt make as much any more and he can absolutely afford the whole rent himself. he has literally gone to her job and yelled at her before and now she doesnt want to get another job cause she knows hes gonna go to the boss there and tell him what time she can and cant work.

he polices everything she does if she gets a package he pesters her about whats in it, she leaves the house he pesters her about that. just today she was literally at his parents house (something he never does) and got mad at her for being gone??? its unbelievable. this is all only the icing on the cake. i remember one time me and my mom were going to get something to eat and he yelled at her before we left and when we were in the car she said to me “when you marry, marry someone who will let you be yourself” and it just broke my heart:( she deserves so much better and i just dont know how to help. i want to get a job to help her with money but i have severe social anxiety and also no school or work credits to do so but hopefully once i get my GED ill be able to do something with that. but im no sure what to do. i want to help her so bad but i have no idea how. theres so much more to all of this but im not sure how to tw it 100% correctly so i dont want to say too much, but if there’s any advice you have for this situation it would be really appreciated 🥲 thank you so much for your time!

Hi anon,

It's understandable why you feel guilty for resenting your dad even though sometimes he can be sweet or well-mannered. But it's important to honor why you feel resentment and not necessarily let your dad's good behavior make you feel like you can't be upset about how he has behaved in the past. Sometimes people intentionally behave well to minimize the impact of their bad behavior and make others feel like they have no right to complain. But it's also possible that good behavior is a sign of learning from past mistakes, but even still, it's natural and okay to feel complex emotions about that shift.

It sounds like your dad puts full responsibility on your mom, both productive and reproductive labor, to the point that he acts as if he is completely dependent on your mom fulfilling unreasonable expectations. It makes sense why your mom seems to be constantly driven to a breaking point - because she is carrying the entire weight of the relationship, and more.

It sounds like the best thing for your mom is to get away from your dad, but of course it's not simple or easy. I don't know where she is located but she could potentially consider looking into nearby domestic violence shelters as they can offer a safe place to stay while she comes up with a plan to live independently.

If anyone has any other comments or suggestions, feel free to add on. Otherwise, I hope I could help, and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

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Omg omg omg. Hi. Ok so idk if Shintaro would tell Takane about how he killed her in Route XXX (I kinda feel like he wouldn’t) but I definitely imagine that Shintaro is extremely guilty about it and the memory of it straight up haunts him at night sometimes. Dude probably has nightmares about it every now and again

Like imagine Shintaro randomly tightly hugging Takane and immediately apologizing over and over again and Takane is just “??” becuz she doesn’t know what happened!! She’s clueless! She’s not reminded of the horrors like Shintaro is!

Anyways thanks for coming to my KageTed Talk have a good day/afternoon/night

I AGREEEEEEE I AGREE COMPLETELYYYYY his ass WOULD NOT TELL HER but he's so haunted by it!!!!

shintaro sees takane and sees the person who was by his side over a hundred times and he even once killed. augh his self hatred and shit.... i want to explode theyre so best friends they love each other so much. they go everywhere together and are always together 👍

also them hugging ;_; _; ;_; shintaro is so bad with words so resorting to a hug makes sense. there's so much art of ene always clinging to shintaro and while takane (in my delusions) has her whole thing with touch i think she's naturally really clingy and touchy so she's also like. jumping on his back and surprise hugging him all the time and he's like AUGGHHH. i love drawing shintaro&takane hugs where takane holds him bc she's the comforter and shintaro is the pathetic wet washcloth that needs hugging.

GRRR GRRRR POST STR SHINTAKA CONFLICTS COMPLETELY UNRELATED BUT imagine takane having a hard time with something and the dynamic shifts and shintaro Has no idea how tackle the situation with a vulnerable takane. sorry the bit in the seventh novel where takane gets upset for like 30 seconds and shintaro's like. I DONT WANNA EVER DEAL WITH SEEING TAKANE DEPRESSED AGAIN. means so much to me.

ok i always talk abt it, takane would just rely on haruka instead, she also wouldnt go to shintaro yknow. but man shintaro would want to help he just doesnt know how to handle seeing takane like a real person. not so much like the ayano thing where he puts her in a pedestal, with takane is more like... he's used to seeing her play a certain role and when takane moves from it bc of her own problems, he's all out of orbit and he's like Whoa what. also like in the seventh novel he wants to scream and run if he sees her upset like Haha what are you doing ur the sneering girlie in my puter STOP CRYING STOP IT STOP IT THAT'S WEIRD.

i think interesting conflict could come from shintaro insisting to takane he's there for her and she should count on him and have take him into account whenever she needs a shoulder, like he makes a big deal out of that but Then when she really needs him he doesn't actually manage to show up. OR!!!! ANOTHER FUN ONE: he goes and tells her problems to haruka or ayano or worse EVERYONE ELSE because he assumes theyre gonna do a better job than him but he puts her in the worst position of vulnerability ever that she HATES AND IS VERY UNCOMFORTABLE IN. like imagine he goes and tells haruka for example. idk What. like she's having a hard time with something, probably about her sensory issues (primarily i think she'd talk to haruka, but imagining shintaro is asking her to count on him too and her actually considering it and doing it). and chose shintaro to talk but shintaro just passes it over to haruka. and takane's like. ur going behind my back telling SHIT I TRUSTED U WITH??? and shintaro's like erm erm. hehe. shes not mad about haruka or whoever else knowing, its shintaro running away that she gets angry at. sry i have a whole fic written in my head

anyways. shintaro is trying to be a good friend to takane but their dynamic is weird and strange and tends to fall back to You dont know anything about me and I know everything about you (takane) and With a side of youve known me in this life while I've known you for over a hundred other lifetimes (shintaro). they make me crazy!

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stupid motivation for me to start writing my fic. enjoy <3 (it’s long but i swear it funny)

James Potter was only one hour into his shift, and he felt like a zombie. The only thing he could think about was how much he hated the fucking sun. Ever since he was a kid he loved the sun, and his mother used to joke that he had his own little sun growing inside of his chest where his heart was supposed to be, but even sweet stories about his mom that make him cry at night weren't enough to distract him. It was currently 90 degrees, and he wished the sun would go fuck itself. He was hot, sweaty, tired and most importantly (in his order of importance) bored.

It's like Sirius could sense his best friend’s despair, because James was only wallowing in self-pity for one minute when he felt his walkie-talkie buzz with Sirius’ voice.

“Prongs, should we grab this kid with the blue crab trunks on and take him somewhere far, far away? He is so bloody annoying. Over.” He was talking about a attention-hungry boy who kept trying to splash water at Sirius. James tilted his head to the right to find that Sirius was looking at the kid out of the corner of his eye like he was the most repulsive thing on planet Earth.

“Please god yes. I’ll grab him, then pass him to you, and you run. Over.”

“Will you two please shut the fuck up. No kidnapping children. Do your job.”

“Awwww Mary baby, I haven’t heard from you in forever! over” cooed Sirius.

“Stop saying fucking over! You dont need to! There is literally no need!!”

“But how will you know when we’re done talking, Mary my love? Over” This time James was the one teasing her, sending a cheeky grin to the pool attendant's desk, where a very annoyed-looking Mary was sitting.

“Probably by the fact that no more fucking words would be coming out of your mouth!”

“I didn't know I could do that”

Mary sighed in a way that made James sure she was rolling her eyes. He didn’t even have to check. “Do what James” She sounded like an annoyed mother, tired of her children’s nonsense.

“Cum out of my mouth”

“HOLY SHIT JAMES! YOU ARE SO FUCKING ANNOYING!”

James heard Sirius’ evil-sounding laugh from across the pool deck.

“I’m turning my walkie off. If Minnie says something important, I'm blaming it on you that I can't hear it. Fucking childre-“

She was cut off by a sharp click, and James knew she had actually turned it off. He looked over and saw Mary glaring at him while putting her walkie down on her desk.

“Dude, people keep giving me dirty looks cause they can hear yall screaming from my walkie” That was the voice of the oh-so-lovely Marlene this time, who was sitting on the lifeguard chair by the kiddy pool.

“They can hear us?”

“Yes Sirius, everyone around me can hear you guys, especially when you yell like a fucking idiot”

James looked over to see Surius giving him a wide, mischievous smirk, before lifting up his walkie-talkie to his mouth and beginning to scream into it.

“SHE’S NOT A CERTIFIED LIFEGUARD! I HAVE NO CLUE WHO SHE IS! RUN AWAY! I'VE NEVER SEEN HER BEFORE IN MY LIFE! SHE WANTS TO KIDNAP YOUR CHILDREN! RUN RUN RUN!”

“PADS WHAT THE FUCK” James could barely hear Marlene’s panicked yell over the sound of his own wild laughter.

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i read a post saying how we should make true barbiesonas based on the movie concept of each doll being tied to a real-world person and their mindset influencing the doll’s own SO. though p much all the ones i had were movie/princess dolls heres the story of the only generic barbie and ken i had/have <3

Travel Barbie

 i tried finding her in the attic but with no success, she might’ve been donated <:/ either way she was a generic blonde barbie that usually had her hair pulled up/back so it looked cool in her helmet, but i can’t remember what color eyes were so for uniqueness sake imma say she had color shifting hazel eyes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (face claim is chloe grace mortez (or sabrina carpenter, ive been a fan of hers for forever but i dont think her eyes or face/body shape match the character so im torn))

yall i had SO many vehicles, the only one i still have is her bike but i also remember a pink car, a little camper van, and a carriage for the princesses ofc

so it only makes sense that her ‘job’ would be traveling/exploring, just making her way across the country through different means and sharing her experiences, maybe through reviews and blogposts maybe through writing and memoirs who knows :p

i’m leaning towards the latter so she can mirror my own love of writing and flowery word choice, just not to an award-winning degree but girl me neither dw

i also want to imbue my creative nature into her so she also loves drawing singing and cooking— painting the sceneries she comes across to capture their vibrancy, vibing along to the radio as she drives or camps out for the night, and making herself tasty pancakes and smoothies and pasta and chili and cupcakes and smores using the limited counter space she has to fuel up and treat herself throughout the course of the day <3

assumedly she would also be rather active/athletic and resourceful, with a decent amount of knowledge regarding mechanics so she could fix any malfunctions while on the road

(this tracks cause my mom has an rv herself and is also handy like that so she would inherit those traits from my mom (her grandma ig?? if you wanna think about it like that lol) which furthers the familial themes of the movie)

also i absolutely ADORED weird barbie’s robot dog so my barbie’s getting a dog too!! a curly haired poodle that loves water and long rides like my irl dog does!! is it real? that’s up to reader interpretation ;)

as mentioned above my main dolls were ones from the animated movies, specifically the diamond castle since it was and is my all time favorite, and i had alexa and liana along with melody and the two other muses

(yall the texture on their grecian dresses was SO nice i remember it to this day—)

(i also had rosella from the island princess movie which was my second favorite)

i don’t know if they’d be in barbie land canonically but i’m not characterizing them here cause they’re… already… characters…

BUT i’m using that to say travel barbie is friends with royalty, and as such is simultaneously fun and friendly while being mature and refined with a princess-y vibe from being surrounded by them so much

maybe cause gloria had skipper’s treehouse as a kid so her barbie lived next to it, my barbie would live next to the diamond castle or sumn afshjdasvdjs

in terms of who she is it makes sense, being well-traveled and getting the chance to meet people from all walks of life, and just clicking with them specifically for no particular reason

but it also works in terms of who I am/was, even when i was super young i was kind and generous and bouncy but a bit more serious and reserved than other kids, it just works so well with how those traits would reflect on my barbie both in and out of universe :))

if she’s still in my possession/house somewhere and connected to me then at the VERY moment shes just generally emotional with an inexplicable love of life and humanity yall im telling you this movie is affecting meeee—

overall tho she’s more mushy like stereotypical barbie, sad and complicated and anxious for no reason at times but still lively and talented and living her best life and working through it all with the help of her friends

i can’t remember if i’ve found her in the past, but man i hope i didn’t have her out for long, that’s how you get “inexplicable thoughts of death barbie” and “highschool dropout barbie” and “why don’t i have a real job why is everyone around me so much more successful barbie” and “feeling inferior and ugly and ashamed and unlovable barbie”

IT’S IN THE PAST YALL I SWEAR IM DOING BETTER I GOT MEDICATED SO WOULD SHE—

super close with psychiatrist barbie nowadays 😂😂

speaking of i saw this meme/image (credit to gmf.designs on ig!!) and the culture of this movie just continues to hit hard, like it fits so perfectly i—

Swim Ken

clean-shaven black boy with sculpted hair and colorful striped swim trunks (faceclaim and bodyclaim is winston duke)

as such his job wouldn’t be just beach like rg!ken but rather swim/swimming, which also extends to pools

is he a good swimmer? beats me 🥴

he likes it that’s all that matters!!

i appropriately don’t remember much about him since i wouldn’t play with him much lmaooo

the only other boy doll i had was the prince from island princess (specifically remember his gorgeous blue jacket and his weird pointy plastic crown band thing), so they would be best friends and as such, he would have a similar elegant/royal vibe about him

aww he probably gets a bunch of ideas on how to woo travel barbie from him

honestly?? idk if theyd be more like margot robbie + ryan gosling or ncuti gatwa + emma mackey in terms of relationship

(ik that one part where they hug and stuff is supposed to be a shoutout to the sex ed fans but i truly think theyre an item vs being just friends, and different barbies have different types of relationships with their kens)

anyway idk what type of relationship they’d have but he’d be super gentlemanly and romantic regardless, true prince material

they probably have a lake in barbieland right? for rowing and fishing and stuff

that’s where they would hang out/meet up the most, still go to the malibu beach ofc but a quiet crystal blue lake fits the vibe better imo

he simultaneously has pool lake and beach vibes JUST ALL THE WATER

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okay lezgo!! it's mostly question i got during my q&a cuz i have no creativity </3

1. what was your favorite boys planet stage?

2. do you prefer boygroups or girlgroups?

3. do you have an idea of what you want to do later in life? it could be a job, a hobby, studies, whatever you want.

4. what made you want to start writing here?

5. what do you think is the MAIN thing to know about you?

6. if you were in a girlgroup, which one? and what would be your positions?

7. is there something you're very confident in? (an activity, your fashion sense, something at school.... anything!!)

before we start, id like to say thank you venom💕and my standard way of talking to people/texting is all over the place and honestly my own vocabulary so im trying to keep it real as possible ‼️

OKAY HERE WE GO:

1) overall, i LOVE ggang. it was just perfect and even had a sob story (not necessarily but ykwim😭) another one is backdoor kteam; the whole team was just perfect and absolutely had all rights to win 👍 gonna state main points now

- picking jongwoo for kp instead of yujin (i feel like jiwoong knew yujin wouldn’t shift that much in terms of ranks since he was already pretty popular and therefore picked jongwoo)

- the starting ‘HEY! you wanna come in?’ from junhyeon was a great intro. because junhyeon has a loud voice and him saying that just grabbed all the attention

- and jiwoong’s only line mostly being ‘make them say wow wow wow wow’ while flashing everyone was a great way to make up for lack of lines ‼️

2) i actually tune into every group i can but i do prefer boy groups ‼️

3) i actually ask myself this everyday, and i still have alot of time to think abt it but at the same time i dont ☹️ i think abt my grades and my studies every single night and i guess i do want to do better in school (my toxic trait is wanting to prove everyone who doubted me wrong😈)

4) tumblr is great; great people great writers. and zb1’s fandom is fairly new so opportunity for new writer ! and so far i really really like it 💕

5) ‘u make bomb noodles’ - @trashhdez

other than that, i really like pink 🎀

6) THIS IS LIKE HARD. maybe itzy and for position,, idk maybe yeji’s pet cat 😭

7) im not overly confident in this but maybe singing/writing? i enjoy these very much ‼️‼️ OOOH ALSO IM GOOD AT SCRABBLE 👍 i look confident in many things but in truth; i’m not confident at all but manipulation is key so now everyone i know thinks im good at everything 🤞🤞

THIS WAS V FUN AND I MADE MY FAMILY A WHOLE MEAL WHILE ANSWERING THESE 👍👍 THANK YOU VENOM💕

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Connieeee for ask game 🥺

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Hope ur doing well!

details about ocs meme

hey!!! im doing priddy fine today thank you... we hang on... thank u for sending the ask eheh

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

connie is like one of the few ocs i dont talk about much publicly so it's gonna be easy peasy

she has a little brother called Thomas, who's about 19 years old, she became his legal guardian when their parents divorced years before. in court connie managed to convince the judge to have both her mother and father to pay a certain fee each month to help raise her little brother right (who was about 7 at the time while she was 25 or so)

before the divorce she was studying to become an airline pilot. as you can guess she couldn't finish her studies due to that whole mishap because the trial and divorce bureaucracy costed so much money that her parents had to use the cash they were using to help pay for her tuition to cover their own asses (this is something she is sad about but ultimately she has come to terms with it)

unsurprisingly, in high school she used to play football (or rugby as i call it) and was a quarterback. she doesn't play anymore obviously but she always managed to stay in shape, also because aviation school sort of expects that kind of exercise regimen

💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits?

i imagine connie is an heavy as fuck sleeper. like, when she sleeps, she sleeps. it's hard to wake her up before her appointed time. due to her job as a taxi driver her sleeping schedule is a bit fucked up (she mostly drives around from afternoon till late at night, i might have to fact check this for accuracy lol) but she always makes sure to wake up the same time as her little brother to make sure he has breakfast and can go to school just fine, or if he needs a ride.

if she's really really tired she will take a nap in the morning to prepare herself for her shift, but connie typically does manage to get at least 6 hours of sleep each night. she doesn't snooze off that often, she actually can fight the urge to nap in spots that aren't her apartment quite well.

it's not unusual for her to be found snoozing on the couch taking up all the space on it also.

❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits?

connie is very straight-forward, she's a no-nonsense kind of gal. if she has something to say she will, and if what she has to say is mean she will try to be nice about it but she won't sugarcoat it

she's just very chill to be around and it's very hard to get on her nerves, she's seen enough shit to know when it's worth to get upset about something

despite what one might assume from her relaxed vibes and easygoing attitude, connie is a very self-disciplined person with a very good sense of organization and cleanliness. like, she schedules out every single important thing she needs to do in a day, even stuff like "take shower" and "organize closet" for her are notable and deserve to be written down. this is why she never misses meetings and is always perfectly on time, or at least she tries to be!