#like really harsh with everyone like has made almost all of us cry

[that-was-anticlimactic]

lol my student teaching supervisor sent me my feedback video because he observed me friday and it was twenty minutes long and he essentially said that he was disappointed in me and that i did a disservice to american poetry so i'm feeling pretty good about myself

[snaillock]

would you do satosugu discovering their "friend" (both of them have a fatass crush on m!reader) is a teen dad, and just all of them chaotically taking care of a baby. (like those collage students raising a baby tiktoks?)

ok so technically i only write for blue lock buttttttttttt… i am more than willing to make an exception for this. this is also my favorite niche of satosugu fics so im super honored someone requested it from me

tags: male reader has a foster daughter bc hell yeah girl dads, unnamed child bc that's too much for me, reader is a sorcerer, found family but in a janked up kinda way, whipped satosugu, pre-hidden inventory so everyone is in high school in this this a long one yall

part two coming soon!

★ when assigned an extremely harsh mission, you find an orphaned child barely a year old within all the rumble. you soon found out her family was recently killed in the destruction. unsure of what would happen to her after this, you decided to take her as your own.

★ scared of any judgment, you didn’t tell anyone about her so only a few higher-ups were aware. luckily you were allowed to live off campus so you two could have more space and privacy.

★ however the physical effects of raising a kid all on your own at such a young age were certainly showing. you came to school visibly worn down, often falling asleep in the middle of class and taking more absences than usual.

★ the first people to notice, of course, were gojo and geto. as nosy as they were, they tried not to push it, knowing you had just come back from a really taxing mission. though they did get more and more suspicious whenever you didn’t let them visit your new place.

★ however one day, they did spot you out in public wearing a baby carrier with, of course, a baby they’d never seen before resting right inside. they immediately came up to you and bombarded you with multiple questions before you got them to chill out and explained everything.

★ wanting you to take some time off (and win you over), they offer to take care of her regularly. who were you to refuse? after all, it is free babysitting and you were already using up so much money hiring actual babysitters.

★ during their first babysitting job, you thanked them profusely before going back into your room and instantly falling asleep the moment your body hit your bed, taking a very well-deserved nap.

★ you see, gojo was already pretty hesitant about you having a kid around. this was before he took in megumi so he found basically any child gross and annoying. (though he’s somehow even more attracted to you now that you’re a dad.)

★ coughs dilf lover gojo i mean what?

★ so when gojo picked up your baby for the first time, she immediately cried when they made eye contact and he got so so personally offended that he started rethinking this whole babysitting thing.

★ the first thirty minutes or so of taking care of your kid went pretty okay. that was until she started crying again and neither of them knew why.

★ you see, these idiots have no idea how to care for a child.

★ they frantically tried to calm her down and figure out what was wrong without needing to wake you. they checked if she was hurt in any way, she definitely wasn’t hungry since they already fed her, nor did she need to be changed. gojo even called shoko to see if she could do anything.

★ when they eventually saw her crawling towards your room and sobbing right outside your door, hesitantly let her in to see her climb onto your bed and lay down with you, realizing she just missed you the whole time. that entire experience made them so exhausted that they almost climbed into bed with you. but when they saw the gratitude on your face after you woke up, it made it all worth it.

★ luckily the next few times they watched over her, babysitting got more and more easy as she grew used to them.

★ they start coming over so often to look after her that your place basically becomes their second home.

★ geto is in charge of doing her hair since the last time gojo attempted it, it was just a big mess of hair ties and ribbons. geto’s definitely not complaining since he loves to get her ready. in fact, geto does a lot of the responsible stuff when taking care of her since gojo, hmm what’s a nice way to put it, lacks a lot of the necessary skills.

★ oh yeah, remember what i said about gojo hating younger children? yeah, that completely changes as he spends more time with your daughter. he’s almost always playing with her or showing up with a brand new toy or stuffed animal just for her. he ends up loving her so so much and wants to be her cool fun dad.

★ unfortunately both of them are way too nice when it comes to disciplining her. they let her get away with so much. late bedtimes, too much tv, grabbing any treats she wants off the grocery store shelves. how can they not spoil such an adorable little girl like her!?

★ what’s also unfortunate is how they try to drag you into it.

“come on, y/n. let loose a little. cake for dinner does sound pretty appetizing right now.”

“come on. just let her watch ten more minutes before bed.” gojo lazed on the couch with her on his lap. “besides this cartoon is starting to get good.”

“come onnn… just let her buy it.” geto held up a sparkly pink dress you already told him she doesn’t need with his own sparkles in his eyes. “she’ll look so cute in it. i promise i’ll pay you back.”

★ their hearts explode whenever you’re affectionate with her. they love the way you gently rock her in your arms while humming a sweet lullaby, slowly lulling her to sleep. the way they see you kiss her forehead after placing her into the crib before quickly turning around and acting like they weren’t staring the whole time. they fall head over heels for you for probably the twentieth time by now since they met you but those times were definitely the hardest.

★ they’ve been in her life for a good while so when she begins talking more frequently, she starts calling them her papas as she does with you. gojo aka former “ugh kids are so gross and icky” feels his heart combusting whenever she calls him that and he owns that title proudly. meanwhile geto feels so endeared and honored that she sees him that way.

★ “we’re not the stepdads. we’re the dads that stepped up!” looking asses.💀

★ the secret of you having a kid doesn’t last for long since these two can’t keep quiet about it. they’re just way too happy and want to show her off. especially gojo who scrolls through 100s of photos of her while gushing about her to basically anyone who’ll listen. shoko and nanami are the most common targets whenever this happens.

★ he even ends up showing photos of you and your daughter napping together (that you had no idea he took), making you snatch his phone away in embarrassment.

★ whenever you guys go out on family dates to go to the beach or picnicking, geto always takes the time to dress her up with pretty hairstyles and cute little outfits. he absolutely loves doting on her.

★ they love her with all their hearts and would do absolutely anything for her. she’s so lucky to have three weird dads take care of her and raise her. a very odd and… unconventional family dynamic but an amazing one nonetheless. this family only grows bigger and bigger once gojo takes in megumi and geto practically adopts mimiko and nanako.

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[flowerbunnyboo]

CLOSER TO THE ENEMY, NOW LOVERS | back

starring: soobin x male reader

summary: Mn and Soobin have been childhood enemies. They competed against each other in every thing but does something also develop within Soobin from all these years ?

fluff

“Students I will be passing out all the test papers to you. Please check your own paper and answers. I have corrected them properly so don’t come begging to me or for arguing with me for marks. Count all marks and only if there’s a totaling error then tell me. Am I clear ?”, the professor instructed the students of the class as she was passing or the corrected mid semester papers to everyone.

“Also put your hands together as Mn Ln has achieved first place with O grade! This is his third time in a row! Everyone has a lot to learn from him”, the professor congratulated the bright student who was smiling like an idiot. Everyone clapped for the student who thanked everyone as he went to collect his paper from the teacher. “Well done Mn! Keep up the good work !”, Professor Kim patted Mn’s back. Mn muttered a ‘thank you’ and went to his seat.

“Mnnie !!! What’s your secret to studying ? How do you keep getting the same grade every time!”, Yeonjun, Mn’s best friend, whined playfully. Mn chuckled at his friends antics. He looked into Yeonjun’s paper and smacked his head. “You idiot! You’re yourself have gotten an A+ and yet you’re still crying!”, Mn said to Yeonjun who held his head in pain.

“Ouch! Why did you do that?! Also O grade is better than A+”, Yeonjun complained. Mn let out a sarcastic chuckle at the taunt. “Jun, these grades don’t matter after few years”, Mn snarked at his best friend. Yeonjun laughed at the harsh reality. “True true !”.

The two were so busy in their conversation that they didn’t realise a pair of two eyes glaring at the topper student. Soobin was livid! His mind was fuming as he was hearing the two’s conversation. ‘I wanted to get the best grade ! This fucking Mn’, was all that was going through Soobin’s mind. He was holding his paper so tightly that it was almost going to rip apart.

Beomgyu, his bench partner, took notice of this. “Soobin you’re going to tear the paper like this!”, Beomgyu called out Soobin. Soobin realised what he was doing and immediately came back to his senses. He thanked Beomgyu before going back to his paper.

“You look angry ? Is everything alright ?”, Beomgyu asked noticing the red cheeks and red ears of Soobin. Soobin let out a nervous chuckle. “Nothing nothing! I’m fine”. Beomgyu did not buy his answer. He traced back Soobin’s vision and it landed on Mn. “Ahh! You’re jealous that Mn got the best grade and you didn’t!”, Beomgyu laughed at Soobin. Soobin realised he had been caught.

“Yeah.. I mean it’s kinda dumb. But I deserved an O. Mn got it just because he’s the teacher’s pet”, Soobin out aloud. He smirked as he made sure that Mn heard the last statement.

Mn clearly heard what his competitor said. He shook his head and the comment. Yeonjun turned back and faced Soobin. “What’s your problem giant ? Jealous ?”,Yeonjun laughed at Soobin.

Mn too let out a chuckle at Yeonjun’s statement but he didn’t want to further fight with Soobin. “Junnie don’t!”, Mn said as he insisted Yeonjun. Soobin laughed at Mn, “You can’t fight back that’s why your servant did it for you”.

Now Mn was really fuming. No one is going to call his best friend his servant. Mn got up and walked towards Soobin. He looked at Soobin with a glare that the taller was used to. Mn harshly pulled Soobin by his collar.

“Don’t you ever dare to call my best friend a servant. If you do, I’ll make sure that you’re out of this school wiping the school floors with your disgusting shirt and your blonde hair would be the perfect choice for a mop. Wouldn’t it Choi Soobin ?”, Mn whispered in a sultry tone.

The whole class went quiet and this dangerous act of Mn. Soobin gulped. In years of fighting with Mn, he had never seen him so mad. He however felt something else burn up inside. As much as he found this scary, he found Mn so hot at that moment.

The way he pulled Soobin by his collar and whispered in that voice, Soobin couldn’t help but be turned on from it. Mn chuckled a villainous laugh as he went back to his seat. He turned once again and looked at Soobin who was fanning himself. He shot the taller a wink that made Soobin lose his shit.

Soobin was waking the corridors of his college as he was waiting to go meet his friends. The corridor was crowded as it was break time and everyone was hustling and bustling around. Soobin mindlessly walked towards the park. He however couldn’t help it remember the little incident he had with Mn.

He had known Mn from his childhood. The two however didn’t get along quite well. There had always been tension between two. Their parents never bothered about. They were good friends but their kids weren’t.

Soobin and Mn used to always fight whenever they might. From fighting as five year old to arguing 18 year olds. The two have had a history of just fighting and arguing. The two teased each other and argued unnecessarily but it wasn’t friendly that they would make up later. They would fight about some other stuff later. That’s how rocky their relationship was.

But lately something has changed within Soobin. For the past two months, the way Soobin used to look at Mn had changed. His whole way of thinking and perspective of Mn had been altered.

Everytime he heard Mn’s voice, he used to feel butterflies in his stomach. Everytime he made eye contact with Mn, he used to feel butterflies in his stomach. Everytime he came closer to Mn, he used to feel butterflies in his stomach. Soobin had realised that he was slowly but surely and steadily falling in love with Mn.

The little incident of the day just ignited his feelings once again for the shorter male. The way he looked at Soobin as he delivered that dangerous dialogue and with that very sultry voice, made Soobin feel things inside. Just the very thought of it made Soobin blush.

He checked his phone to see the time but once he saw his Lock Screen, he felt his ears go red and his cheeks ho red. It was a picture of Mn that he had secretly taken but he didn’t want anyone to see it so he had use stupid effects on it to distort it but the fact it was Mn made him smile.

He stared at the picture and remembered all the memories of Mn. Those stupid memories of them fighting but cherishing those moments of Mn smiling again were truly treasured by Soobin.

Soobin was waking to so long while looking at his phone that he didn’t realise where he had ended up. He looked around and realise that he had accidentally gone upstairs rather going downstairs and had stumbled upon the art & music department.

Soobin scratched his head in confusion as he was clueless. He had never ever really strolled into the art and music department. He didn’t know anyone and he was not from that department so there was never a chance for him to come to that part.

Soobin looked around once before waking back to the stairs. However something stopped him in his tracks. He started hearing someone sing a beautiful song and play the piano. He stopped to hear the beautiful music.

Soobin loved singing but never actually wanted to pursue singing. “Who could be singing right now ?”, Soobin asked himself as the music got louder. He turned his heels and started walking towards the source of the noise. He started recognising the voice as he got closer to the room. He stepped in front of the room that read ‘Piano room’. The door was closed but there was a glass window on the door to peak in.

Once Soobin peaked in, he was shocked. There’s sat Mn as he was singing his heart out while playing the piano. Soobin couldn’t help but stare with soft eyes and love. The way Mn was singing with such grace and softness while naturally playing the piano like a professional made Soobin awestruck.

He knew Mn was smart and sporty but he was even talented in music. “What can’t he do ?”, Soobin whispered softly. Soobin felt his heartbeat beat faster. Something about Mn playing the piano and singing, made Soobin fall in love more with Mn.

Soobin peaked away as he started swaying to the song that Mn was singing. He so badly wanted to go in and hug Mn, but he knew that would never happen.

The two were enemies, that’s it. And enemies don’t fall in love, atleast both don’t. Soobin silently let out a tear as he stood outside the door and leaned to the pillar that watched over the open field. ‘Will I ever be with him ?’. Soobin was so deep in thought that he didn’t realise a body walking up behind him.

“Soobin ? Soobin ? Soobin ?”, Mn patted Soobin’s shoulder and suddenly the last pat brought the taller man back to reality. Soobin jumped a bit as he realised it was Mn. “Wtf! You almost scared me Mn?”, Soobin said clutching his heart. Mn laughed at Soobin scared state.

“Did I scare you ? Then I must have achieved my goal!”, Mn snarled at Soobin who just gave him an annoyed look. Mn however noticed Soobin’s teary eyes. “Were you crying ?”, Mn asked to Soobin. Soobin completely forgot to wipe his tears. Mn had never seen Soobin cry and to see him cry was eye opening for Mn.

Soobin looked away avoiding eye contact with Mn. Mn put both his hands on Soobin’s shoulders and pulled him to look at Mn. “Soobin, tell me, were you crying ?”, Mn asked a bit more strongly. Soobin was confused with Mn’s actions. “Why do you care ? You don’t like me right ?”, Soobin sarcastically chuckled and wiped his tears. Mn forward hearing Soobin’s reply.

“I don’t hate you Soobin. I would never hate you. Actually…..I feel the opposite”, Mn shyly replied as he looked away with pink blush. Soobin widened his eyes as heard and processed what Mn said. “You…like me too..?”, Soobin asked. Mn smiled as he heard the ‘too’. Mn had figured out Soobin’s feelings a long time ago.

But he could never find the perfect moment to confess. Mn nodded his head making his feelings clear to the other. The two stood there staring at each other. “I would have never thought that you would like me too. I thought you didn’t”, Soobin said as he slowly hugged Mn.

Mn smiled feeling Soobin’s warmth. Instead of replying to Soobin’s question, he just placed a sweet kiss to Soobin’s lips. Soobin was taken aback but gave in and smiled at the kiss. “I was waiting for you to confess. But you sure took your time Choi”, Mn replied making Soobin laugh.

“Will you be my boyfriend Mn Ln ?”, Soobin asked as he placed gentle kisses to Mn’s hands and face. Mn chuckled and just hugged Soobin.

“I was always yours Soobin”

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[soxcietyy]

Uhuh, I got it, maybe everyone being surprised when yuta deals with you being a crybaby

Like maybe you have a reputation for being a cry baby. A scrap your crying a sad movie crying you store ran out of your favorite drink you holding back tears while telling the clerk "no it's ok"

I imagine this being modern au but do as you want 🤣

Alright alright I think I got it🧍‍♀️

Nobody is surprised when you start crying. You were known to be such a sensitive person and nobody blamed you for it. The jujitsu world was harsh but you tend to cry over the smallest things. That being a sad movie, seeing old people eat alone, seeing stay animals on the streets and worst. Your friends where so used to it that sometimes they watched you cry or waited for Yuta to come along and console you. They’ve never seen it really happen though. Usually they would leave the two of you behind and go on with there mission/day.

Then Yuta had to suddenly leave to Africa and well you were a mess. They had absolutely no idea on how to deal with you. Maki would try to make you feel better by being positive.

"We’ll look at the bright side you saved yourself twenty bucks." Maki said as the both of you watched a 13 year old take the last makeup product you were really looking forward too. It was trending all over Japan and you were dying to get your hands on it. You had to wait for pay day to come in so you could get your hands on it though.

You turned to look at Maki with eyes already watering.

"But I wanted it for days now! What’s a kid going to do with makeup?" Tears start to roll down.

Maki looked at you and then the little girl contemplating the solution in her head."Fine, I’ll fight the little twerp." Maki said pulling her sleeves up.

You quickly grab your arm and shake your head telling her it was fine. Maki panicked not wanting to cause a scene in the store. She then patted your back and continued to say more positive things but nothing seemed to work. At the end you both went home as you cried.

Panda and Inumaki tend to try to make you laugh. As you guessed it doesn’t work. It seemed like everything they’ve done has failed.

Then the next year rolled around and Maki would pray that someone would be able to put up with you. That also didn’t happen sadly. The first time they witnessed you cry was over your Ice cream that fell onto the ground. They all looked shocked and looked at the second years for help.

Today you decided to cry over a failed test grade. You held the paper in your hands as you looked at the biggest 69 smacked on the paper. Gojo made sure to emphasize that you failed by putting a crying cat sticker on it.

Panda turned to see your eyes watering. He slowly turned his paper around to hide his passing grade. "It’s okay y/n I also failed."

You look up at him with such a sad face. "You’re the worst liar!" You cry harder. Everyone knew panda was one of the smartest. Before Maki could even step in to try to help out she was stopped by a hand. They all looked to see it was Yuta who was back. Panda wanted to yell that he was here but Maki punched him in the arm. It was a blessing that Yuta came back early from his trip. She didn’t have to worry about you anymore.

He came in from behind you and gave you a tight hug. Trying to keep your hairs away from your face at the same time.

"Wow y/n you almost passed! You’ve improved so much since I left." Yuta said as he looked at your paper with tear drops all over it. "I already took this test when I was abroad and flunked it. (Biggest lie ever) Do you think we could study together so we can score higher?" Yuta asks looking at you for approval.

You give him a small nod as you wipe your face. you didn’t know who you were talking to but you were okay with studying with someone else. "No more crying okay? You won’t be able to see what you got wrong while we go over it." He pulled a tissue from his pocket and wiped your face. He tends to always carry tissue because of you and well it comes in handy. Maki almost jumped out of her seat when she saw you stopped crying.

You finally look at him with red eyes. Then your eyes widen when you noticed who it was."Since when you were back? You where gone for so long and- and I was so sa" You say as tears started to roll down again not being able to finish your sentence. He laughs and hug you tighter than last time.

"I just got back! No more crying y/n, if you stop crying we can go get that makeup product you kept writing to me about." He says as he pats your head.

"About that, it’s pretty much sold out everywhere." Maki said

"Then we’ll just preorder it, or wait till it drops again. It’s not gone forever, for the mean time we can try out new products." Yuta said as he held you. You were still crying but not because of the grade or the product. It was because of how much you missed him and he understood that. He was going to make sure to spend the whole day with you no matter what.

Really short and sweet :)

[fairy-writes]

Hello ^-^ Congrats got 1.6k you deserve it!

Can i please request prompt 8 with Soshiro from kaiju no 8

BREATHE WITH ME

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Prompt: “You know, they say crying has all these health benefits.”

Fandom(s): Kaiju No. 8 

Pairing(s): Hoshina Soshiro x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Established Relationships, Panic Attacks, Mentions of Blood, Hemophobia (an irrational fear of blood), Sweetheart as a Nickname

Notes: We’re ignoring the fact that I wrote something similar with Morbius a while back.

Also, fun fact, I have a Hoshina phone charm on my phone!

TRIGGER WARNING FOR PANIC ATTACKS

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You should’ve known you weren’t cut out for kaiju extermination. In fact, you probably knew already. You just didn’t want to admit it. 

It was evident even in the beginning. To say you were squeamish around blood would be an understatement. Even the sight of a slightly pink paper cut would send you spiraling into a mess of vomiting and tears and snot and panic. 

But through it all, Soshiro was by your side. 

You weren’t sure why he put up with you. He was… Amazing? Phenomenal? Completely out of your league? To say it simply, it was no wonder he was a vice-captain and you simply… weren’t. 

The sirens awoke you in the middle of the night, sending you bolting out of bed and into your suit in record time. The cadets were bleary-eyed and fresh-faced, still learning the ropes, and it was your job as a senior officer to show them. 

But they didn’t know about your… Issue? Phobia? Minor hiccup? 

Who were you kidding? This was way more than a minor hiccup. But you could deal with it later. Right now, you have a kaiju to exterminate. 

Things went south really quickly on what should have been a routine mission. 

Well… Not at first. In fact, you were celebrating to yourself the fact that you hadn’t seen any blood yet other than kaiju ichor, but that hardly counted. It was strange, you could deal with the purplish ick that all kaiju had running through their veins. But the regular red stuff you had in yours? That was a huge no-no. Everyone in the platoon knew this and kept their bleeding injuries faaar away from you. 

Everyone except for the cadets, that is. 

The sound of someone calling your last name caught your attention. You were in the locker rooms, back to the door, cleaning your weapon with a clean cloth. Unlike Soshiro, you used guns. You were no good with knives or swords. Not as bad as Captain Ashiro, but still, your cooking skills were subpar, and your fiancé handled all the cooking in your home. 

“Yes?” You ask and turn, not hearing a harsh “stop!” until it was too late. 

Almost immediately, your eyes zeroed in and locked on the problem. A gash, nothing too major, but it might still scar. Blood seeped through the hastily applied bandages around Furuhashi Iharu's left arm. 

But that was enough to trigger the panic. 

Murky. 

Red. 

Pain. 

Choking. 

Everything was a swirl of colors, like a messed-up sort of carnival. You vaguely heard someone panting and crying on the edge of your hearing. But you could barely hear anything over the sound of your own thundering heartbeat. 

“—et the vice-captain!” 

What? 

What was happening? 

The overwhelming, cloying scent of iron was thick in your nostrils. It sucked the life out of you and made your knees and hands shake. Suddenly, something was cold against your back, and you realized you must’ve fallen against the lockers. There was a hand against your shoulder, and you flinched violently, jerking away. Your head cracked against the corner of the locker room bench, and you saw stars. 

The hands didn’t stop. They kept trying to pull you up, pull you away, pull you toward the blood. 

Distantly, you heard someone scream. It took you a few seconds to realize that it was you screaming. It was you panting and crying. It was all you. 

A gentle hand. 

A soothing voice. 

“—eetheart, you gotta breathe. Breathe with me.” 

Soshiro. 

It was like slipping into a cool bath after being outside in sweltering hot weather, like coming inside to a crackling fire after being out in a blizzard. You let out a little gasp, and suddenly, it was like your vision cleared. The violet blob turned into your fiancé's face, and you could feel his calloused fingers gently cupping your face. 

He was here. 

He was real. 

The blood was gone. 

A grin cracked the corners of his mouth when he saw your gaze refocus on him. 

“There we go. Good job, sweetheart. Welcome back.” He said, and although his voice was a whisper, you still flinched. His grin faltered lightly, but he pressed on. 

“Can I help you up?” He whispered, even quieter now, and you nodded hesitantly. 

“That would be nice.” You whimpered. Worry was evident in his eyes as he got to his feet and helped you up slowly. 

“You took a pretty nasty hit t’ the noggin. Let’s get you to the infirmary.” He said, and you froze. Was Furuhashi still out there? He had been in the doorway when… Everything happened. 

Soshiro caught on immediately, and he hummed lightly, 

“He’s gone. He was the one who got me.” He said, and you nodded again. 

“Okay.” You said softly and could still feel your heart racing in your chest. Soshiro kept a hand at your back and another at your elbow as he maneuvered you toward the infirmary. 

The infirmary was empty save for the doctor. He had obviously dismissed everyone who could be dismissed by the time you arrived. 

You were checked quickly, and other than a slight bump on the back of your head, you were given a clean bill of health. There wasn’t a concussion, so you were told to go home and rest. Soshiro drove you both home. His hand was on your thigh the entire time, his other hand on the steering wheel. You leaned your head on the cold passenger side window.

The ride home was silent. 

“Why do you put up with me?” You asked as he unlocked the door to your shared apartment. He paused while fiddling with the door. 

“Because I love you.” He said simply, and your teeth ground together. 

“But why?” You demanded, and he sighed, turning to look at you. 

“Because you make me better. I love you, all of you.” He said earnestly, and you felt tears in your already puffy eyes. 

“I love you too, Soshiro.” You whisper, and your heart flutters at the sight of his grin. 

“I know.” He says cheekily, and you thump him on the arm. 

He doesn’t even flinch. 

As tears fall down your face, you can’t help but laugh. 

“You know, they say crying has all these health benefits.” You blubber, and his smile just gets warm, wrinkling the corners of his eyes as he leans in to give you a watery kiss. 

[lavendermunson]

it's ruining my life - steve harrington

chapter 7 of miss americana and the heartbreak prince

summary Steve finally accepts all the mistakes he has ever made and it's in a journey to fix them.

cw mentions of insecurities, jealousy. alcohol consumption.

w.c 3.0k

a/n Steve centered chapter. there's poorly baseball descriptions, i tried! i promise!

series masterlist | previous chapter | next chapter (soon)

Steve’s ego has been buried down. Buried down seven feet deep with no sign of returning. It has been the most difficult week for him. 

No matter how much he runs, how many pounds he carries, or how many hours he trains, he can’t get out of this hell called overthinking. His new teammates have seen it, his coach knows. He isn’t well. But he is a star, he will recover. He has too. 

That happens to the best ones too. 

Avoiding the many calls of Hopper and hesitating to read the cards his mom sends. He lays on his brand new apartment’s bed, a bed so big he gets terrified of the empty space that lies between him and his phone. He has been waiting for one call, yours. But how could you call when he finished all of this? When he isn’t capable of confronting his emotions and “man up”, as his father used to say. 

He gets tormented every night, going to sleep isn’t any better because he sees you in his dreams. But you aren’t happy, you are crying. It’s like he knows what’s going on even if he’s on the other side of the country. He misses you and he hates feeling this. He hates how he pushes everyone he loves away from him because he is not okay. Steve has never felt so much love, such a pure and kind type of love. It’s not in his blood, it’s not within his family’s principles, it simply doesn’t exist. Love, he even fears the word but he knows he feels it. For you. 

You. You are so beautiful, so bright. How could he ruin you? How could he invade your personal space and shatter everything that you treasure. He feels like the villain in a story where the only solution is to disappear, far away from you, from all of this. 

When his thoughts get so loud his head is spinning, he calls in some of the local food restaurants until he finds one open. Fortunately for him, one answers and he fills his order as he sits on his bed with an empty stomach. To spend the time waiting for his food, he reaches for the remote and turns on the TV. Switching through uninteresting channels he finds one. “Gossipy” is a podcast hosted by the most selfish and rude people he has ever met. But sometimes it’s fun to know some of the celebrity dramas. 

As the voices of the hosts fill his empty room, he goes to the door for his food and comes back. Taking a bite of his donut, he sits in front of a familiar face glowing on the TV.

You. 

You are in the arms of another man. Drunk. Mascara smudged around your eyes. Your signature lipstick is wearing off. 

Did you kiss him? Did you go home with him? 

Steve’s heart starts to pound against his chest. He is jealous, but even more, he is worried and almost disappointed. This isn’t you. Where is the sweet girl he met? Where’s the girl who hugs her young fans with such delicacy? Who treats her friends like the most important thing in the world? 

Did he break you? Did he push you into this dark hole? 

He changes the channel quickly, their harsh worlds still running through his mind. Steve takes his phone and gets on social media, he doesn’t use this much because he doesn’t really know how. But he remembers one or two things Nancy taught him, and that’s enough to find the most horrible comments towards you. 

No, no. This can’t be real. Wake up. 

The media is destroying you. Calling you names and filling your comments with snakes. Most of the comments are fans of Henry, watching how you make your way around their man. Commenting on every inch of your face, every part of your body.  

The cherry on the cake? Someone posted a picture of you with Henry, no text, no explanation. Just him kissing your cheek with his arm around you.  

Steve sees everything and gets so terrified. This isn’t you, you are not acting like yourself. Where’s Robin? Where’s your family? Why are you alone? 

He spends the rest of his night thinking. You are just like him, pushing people away when it gets too difficult. It’s a shame, really. He feels so guilty for doing this to you. When Steve finishes his nightly routine, he plugs his phone to the wall and checks his alarms. He wishes he could talk to you in your dreams, telling you this is wrong. Telling you that he is sorry. Wishing you weren’t so alone, wishing you weren’t acting like he does. 

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The next morning is Steve’s fourth game. He gets on the field with sweaty palms and an awful headache. The usual since he joined the team. 

The next few minutes start to go by quickly, the teams are tied in points and he hasn’t managed to make any home runs.

It’s his turn to bat. He starts shivering, cold sweat running down his body. As the crowd goes silent, he grips the bat strongly on his hands, focusing on the pitcher who slowly lifts his leg, throwing his body to the side. He feels how his breathing quickens, his sweaty palms betray him and when the ball hits his bat the ball goes all the way up. He starts running as if he were on autopilot, flashes of your face show as he blinks. His legs feel heavy, and his head is spinning. 

He stops feeling the rush. The adrenaline. The love. He used to love this game, he used to love being on the field. It was his first love, until you came. 

You filled his world with joy, soft kisses and glitter. For him was more than enough, being in your arms and feeling safe. Feeling loved back genuinely. 

And know that it’s all gone, he wants that back. This is why he is failing at everything, this is why he broke your heart. Because he was incapable of making sacrifices, but now he understands he has to risk everything for the hope of it all. 

He manages to score another point, running as fast as he could even if he didn’t realize it. The rest of the game went with ease and his team won. But he doesn’t feel like a winner, not until he makes everything right. 

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“I thought I wanted this. I thought it was for me because i’ve been feeling like the king of this fucked up world but i don’t know why im doing this anymore.”

The next morning, he decided to open all of his mom’s cards. Some are happy, some aren’t. But in the last card his mom writes to him about her divorce from his dad and how much she misses Steve. He was brave enough to add her contact to his number and finally have a quick chat. 

He was anxious at first, he had to call more than three times to reach her but he did nonetheless. 

“You need a break, son. Look at you, have you been sleeping well?” She asks, her voice so sweet as when he was a kid. 

“I haven’t. I can’t do it, I don’t know what’s wrong with me”

Her mom’s brows knit in a frown, lips pushing down pouting. It hurts to hear him like this. 

“You said you’ve read all my cards but I know there is something you don’t want to see. Steve, you need to let people love you. You need to learn that they are ready to sacrifice everything for you and then you need to do so too. I’ve seen you go around with girls but i’m sure there’s one that makes you feel like you are loved and they care for you”

Steve nods. Knowing his mom is right even if she doesn’t know all the details about his life. 

“You need to accept that you are capable of loving and being loved. That you deserve it more than anyone else. You love the kids, you love your friends, and you love Hopper and they haven’t hurt you once but I know you’ve had. This is something your father used to do, and I'm not comparing you to him. A lot of people may do it too.” Her voice is soft even if she’s saying everything that Steve has been thinking for the past few days. “ But it’s not too late, allow yourself to feel it. Let them know that you love them. Let everyone know that they can be safe around you, that you are grateful for making you feel safe too.”

He nods again. A tear was running down his cheek. 

“Thank you, mom. This, I've been needing this for a long time” he smiles, looking at his mom through his phone. “I’m going to send you some tickets, so you can come and visit me? Is that okay?”

“I want nothing but to hug you, my boy.” 

“I do too mom. I love you” Steve whispers, his tears now blurring the picture of his mom on his phone. “I have to go, but i’ll pick you up from the airport and then we go to eat, then you can meet the team and have a tour of the stadium.”

“I love you more, Steve. I can’t wait to see you.”

He waves as she waves back, blowing kisses to him. When he hangs up the phone he takes his bag and goes down to the gym in his building. 

He is going to fix everything. Or at least try. 

—

“And that’s pretty much all, I've spent the last week here and I still feel like I'm new. In some way i don’t belong here”

Steve had shown his mom the stadium, the place where he spends most of his time. It was the place he dreamed to be, the place he wanted to call home.

“You had to make some changes, it’s normal to feel so distant from what you knew. But it’s amazing, everything you have done is amazing.” Steve’s mom reaches his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. He is getting used to having her close again.

“You are amazing too. You are so brave for leaving him, i have been waiting my entire life to see that happen.”

“It isn’t easy, like you, I was comfortable back there because it was what I knew. I’m also afraid of the unknown, which doesn’t go away with age. You have to jump into the adventure to see what will happen, time passes anyway.”

Steve gives his mom a gentle hug, then he takes her hand and guides her to the parking lot. He organized a little reunion with all his friends at his new house. The kids, Nancy, Eddie, Hopper. He will be surrounded by everyone he trusts and loves. It’s time to give them what they deserve.

–

“Welcome everyone, come in!” Steve receives everyone at his house, two of his favorite private chefs handled all that has to do with food while he got the best wine and his favorite whiskey. Some soda for the kids too, since they can’t drink yet. He greets every single one of them with a hug, a smile on their faces as they see Steve look so happy. Even if they know he isn’t entirely happy.

As they make their way into the house, running to all the rooms, watching the fireplace that has yet to be used, the large backyard with a small basketball court. The kids run around while Eddie, Hopper Joyce sit at the table and Steve serves them their drink of choice.

The doorbell rings and Steve gets goosebumps. He runs towards it and sees Nancy, with Robin tugging around her. He hugs Nancy for a moment and welcomes the couple into his house. When Robin passes by him she nods, and he does the same as a silent understanding that both of them will behave even if there’s some tension between them and a subject in common.

When everyone seats at the table, Steve introduces them to his mom, and they all welcome her with the same love they have for him. He is happy to see his family reuniting again. A family that’s not entirely by blood, but they are bonded for the love they have to each other.

“Before we eat I wanted to say something to you. I know i haven’t been so present in your life lately, i know i’ve made some mistakes and it felt like we were growing apart but the truth is i was having a hard time accepting that i'm a sensitive person. I was having a hard time knowing I care about you all and I'd do everything for you to keep the smiles on your faces. Recently I got my mom back, which is a great step and now I want to tie us together as strongly as I can. I don’t want to let you down again when you've done everything to support me.” He raises his glass of wine, and everybody takes their drinks in their hands. “I want to make a toast to you, to thank you and to say… that i love you with all my heart." He looks around the table, everyone he loves is here. He looks at the kids, how much they’ve grown. He looks at Hopper, who has been his support system even if he is a little bit more strict. He looks at Eddie, his best friend who always knocks some sense into him. He looks at Nancy, his soul sister, who he loves so dearly. He looks at Robin, who he is ready to welcome to the family. There’s no empty chair at the table but it feels like there’s a giant gap, a big hole in his heart. He wishes you were here, he really does.

They all had a great night, the food was delicious, the laughs weren’t missed and the house felt so warm in the company of everyone. The kids go to pick their rooms for the night, staying there until the weekend to see Steve play again. Hopper goes home to prepare for a meeting tomorrow. Steve’s mom goes to sleep. Eddie, Nancy and Robin stay outside in the backyard to smoke and talk.

Steve passes on the joint, he needs to clear his mind.

“You know, I'm worried about her too and I miss her too. Her parents are too, but she doesn’t let them in. She doesn’t let me in. I can’t reach her and it’s messing up with my head” Robin confesses to Steve as Nancy and Eddie talk about something else.

Steve snaps out of his thoughts, he feels the same but he is the last person you want to see.

“I don’t know what to do. I feel like i’ve lost her forever.”

“That’s not true” Robin looks at him, his stare so heavy on him that he starts to feel tiny. “She has never looked at anyone the way she looks at you, she has never felt so much love like this, she is just scared. Because she always gives her hundred percent, and most of the time she doesn't even get the bare minimum. What you did was a mistake, and leaving her like that was the worst thing. But I just know that she has made these mistakes because she doesn’t want you to feel like you are the only one who can misbehave.”

“I know. I saw it. I made the worst mistakes, and i admit it, it’s fucked. I had to be there with her and not let my ego get in the way. I just—” he lets out a deep sigh. “I felt so intimidated because she is what I want to be and I never got it. I want to be loved, respected, I want people to see me as an icon, I want the fame she has, the spotlight she has. But when I met, I swear, it was like it was the two of us on this planet, and I was okay with that. And sometimes i knew i didn’t have to be okay with that because i wanted to show other people that I’m the best, i wanted to tell my dad the biggest fuck you ever. I wanted to be everyone’s favorite person, I wanted to prove wrong to everyone that has underestimated me.” Nancy and Eddie join the conversation, Steve looks at the three of them with tears in his eyes. “But none of that matters now, I love the sport, but I feel empty when I step on that field. There’s nothing like being in her arms, like being in her spotlight. I just want her, I love her.”

“Then you know what to do,” Nancy says.

“Go get her, big boy,” Eddie adds.

“Can you take care of the kids while I'm gone? I’ll make it up to them, I swear.”

“You don’t have to. They understand, they support you." Nancy hugs Steve, and Eddie joins them, a few seconds later Steve reaches for Robin and she joins the hug.

Everything will be alright.

Steve knew that somehow he caused this. Somehow it’s his fault and it’s going to fix it, so he took the next plane to L.A. without even packing his bag but with all his emotional luggage and his nerves blossoming. 

Steve was addicted to his phone at this point. Scrolling through thousands of posts about you, when out on a party, you started to yell at the paparazzi to leave you alone, and it was everywhere. All the people calling you a brat or a diva. This was so unlike you, you were the sweet and calm girl everyone wanted to follow. 

He has to fix it. He was able to reconnect with all the people he loves, and there’s still time to get you back.

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How do you think Archons would react if their lover was a crybaby? Like cries a lot over every little thing and overall is a realy sensitive person (totaly not me.)

I'm sorry if you don't feel comfortable writing for this, and you have the right to ignore this.

ah this was such an interesting idea tysm! and no, my writing does not depict my actual feelings. but thank you for your request, i hope you enjoy!

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including delusional behaviors, verbal abuse, mentions of manipulation tactics, archons being bad partners, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Venti would think it’s cute and a little silly. He will never make fun of you for it, comforting you whenever you do cry, but he will certainly use it against you. You can’t go out by yourself, what happens if something startles you and you start crying? Who will be there to comfort you?

“Now now my little Brise, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. You know how things turn out when you try to go out by yourself, just wait a few minutes and I’ll go with you.” Venti’s smile is a hard one to fight, the way his skin pulls perfectly away from his flawless teeth to create the most charming and heartwarming look. It would make you cry how perfect he is if he wasn’t designed to be that way. Everything about Venti was enough to bring up that urge to cry, how he never seemed to leave you alone, how he always seemed to talk too loudly indoors, how he seemed to draw everyone’s eye in public. It was frustrating trying to hold it all in around him, but any time he saw you in tears you’d be swept tightly into his embrace, one you had grown to hate.

Yandere!Zhongli would pity you, wanting you to toughen up emotionally for your own sake. While he’ll certainly outlive you, he can’t be by your side forever and always. To help keep you calm while he’s gone, as he still has duties outside of his previously abandoned Archon role, he has gifted you a small dragon like creature. A housepet of sorts to keep you company.

“Fret not my Bǎoshí, you know I must go as needed. Yánshí will keep you company whilst I attend to some issues within the city.” Zhongli coos gently, soft yet calloused hands gently wiping away your tears as they fall. He feels his heart break a bit every time you cry, wishing that he could do something more to ease the ache. He got you a domesticated geovishap hatchling to keep you company, something fierce and protective in case you should have any issues whilst alone. 

Yandere!Raiden would simply scoff at your behavior, calling you childish and weak. She believes that you should be stronger, leaving you to calm yourself any time you have a crying fit. She simply doesn’t believe that someone so weak should even have made it this far in the first place, leaving you to your qualms.

“Do not disgrace my image with your incessant whining, it is lowly and pathetic. No partner of mine should ever act in such a distasteful manner, especially in public eye.” Raiden’s tone was not only harsh, but somehow she made it feel heavy. Every word, every letter seemed to add to the growing weight in your chest, leaving you choking on tears as you sit crumpled on the floor. It truly was a pathetic display, and if it had not been for Raiden picking you up and dragging you back to Tenshukaku, you’d still be crying in the middle of a bustling Inazuma street. Someone had bumped into you and made you spill your food, it really wasn’t anything to cry about. 

Yandere!Furina, while she isn’t a crybaby, she is incredibly open about her emotions. Of all currently recognized Archons, she’s the most physically and verbally expressive, even if most of it is childish tantrums. It’s because of this though that she almost relates to your feelings 

“Alright, hush now my Pluvieux, it’s alright, it’s going to be ok.” Furina holds you close to her as you cry, her presence alone being enough to keep any curious onlookers from stepping too close to the two of you. Gently, she guides you away from the watchful crowd, wanting to get you somewhere private to calm both of you down. Seeing you cry made her wrath beat strongly beneath her skin, the underlying urge to ruin everything that had made you so sad running rampant beneath her worries. You were her first concern though and she wanted to protect you above all else.

Brise - Breeze

Bǎoshí - Gem/Gemstone

Yánshí - Rock

Pluvieux - Rainy

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I Don’t Hate You // JJ Maybank

request: none!

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summary: jj maybank has hated you for as long as you can remember. but when a game of truth or dare leads to explosive arguments and forced confessions, you discover that everything isn’t like you thought it was.

warnings: jj being mean, slight ooc, language, arguing, crying, reader gets called a bitch, it gets a lil bit suggestive at the end

word count: 1.4k

a/n: gn!reader, routledge!reader, reader is john b’s younger sibling

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“So, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” you answered almost immediately.

You knew that if you picked truth then Kie would’ve somehow made you confess your feelings to JJ. She was adamant that JJ liked you back, and was constantly trying to get the two of you together. But she couldn’t have been more wrong. JJ Maybank hated your guts. You didn’t know why he felt that way, you’d never done anything to him. That still didn’t stop him from being a major dick to you. Kie tried to convince you that he was mean because he liked you, but you didn’t buy it. Kie might’ve been your best friend and sure, you loved her, but her insistence on getting you and JJ together was starting to get annoying.

Kie smirked as she thought to herself, before her face lit up in a smile. “Alright, I dare you to… kiss JJ!”

Your face fell as you looked at her. She couldn’t be serious. You were waiting for her to crack a smile and tell you she was joking, but with everyone looking at you expectantly, you were beginning to realize that she was dead serious.

“You’re kidding, right? I’m not doing that,” you said, your eyes glaring harshly at Kie, who only smiled in return.

JJ scoffed, scooting over to you and wrapping his arm around you, pulling you into him. You tried to stop yourself from blushing from how close you were to him, but there wasn’t really much you could do to control it.

“C’mon, what’re you? Scared? Don’t worry sweetheart, I don’t bite,” JJ smirked at you and you felt your stomach flutter with butterflies. “Unless you want me to.”

You huffed and shoved him off of you, glaring daggers at him. It was almost like he knew how you felt about him and decided to use it against you.

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to kiss him, god sometimes it was all you could think about. But it would be your first kiss, and you wanted it to be special. You didn’t want to waste it over a stupid dare with someone who didn’t even return your feelings.

“I said no. Can we just drop this now?” you said, looking over at Kie again, almost pleading with her to give you a different dare or to skip your turn altogether.

“See, typical y/n. Always such a stuck up bitch. Why’d we invite you here anyways? I mean, I’m pretty sure John B’s the only one who can even tolerate you,” JJ said, a harsh bite to his tone.

You knew his words weren’t true, but that didn’t make them hurt any less. You felt your eyes well up with tears and your face burned red with embarrassment. You stood up from the couch and turned to look at JJ, who’s smile faltered when he saw the hurt in your eyes.

“Fuck you, JJ,” you said, before turning on your heel and heading into your bedroom, slamming the door shut behind you.

You collapsed on top of your bed and pulled a pillow to your chest, finally letting the tears you held back fall from your eyes. You heard bits and pieces of an argument happening down the hall, but you couldn’t make everything out over your sobs.

“What was that?! …can’t treat them like that! You better… or I’ll…,” John B’s muffled voice said, clearly yelling at JJ.

You were a little comforted by the fact that your brother was standing up for you, but part of you felt that maybe JJ was right. Maybe they didn’t want you there. Maybe you really were just John B’s annoying little sibling who always seemed to tag along unwanted.

You heard Kie start yelling, but you didn’t care to try to listen anymore. You were too upset to put in the effort. You just clutched your pillow tighter as you sobbed into it, until you heard the fighting die down.

Then you heard footsteps approaching and a knock on your door. Thinking it was your brother, you said he could come in. You sat up as the door opened, only for you to scowl when you saw JJ standing in your doorway.

“What do you want? Here to make me cry some more?” you tried to sound intimidating, but your voice wobbled as you spoke.

JJ sighed and shook his head, shutting the door behind him and walking over to you, sitting down next to you on your bed. You shifted away from him, eyeing him warily.

“I’m sorry,” JJ said so quietly that for a second you thought you had imagined it.

“What…?” you asked, almost in disbelief that he had actually apologized.

“I shouldn't have said all that shit to you. We do want you here. I- I want you here.” JJ couldn’t bring himself to look at you as he spoke, he was too ashamed to after all that he had said to you.

You hummed in acknowledgment, not knowing what to say in response. JJ eventually lifted his head, looking over at you and debating with himself over whether or not he should ask you the question he’s been thinking about for the past twenty minutes.

“I know we don’t exactly get along and all, but why were you so against kissing me? I mean- I’m not that disgusting to you, am I?”

You sighed, looking over at him, just now realizing how much closer he had gotten to you.

“No, it’s just- I’ve never kissed anyone before. And I wanted it to be special, and with someone who actually felt the same way about me,” you were so embarrassed about admitting to JJ that you’d never kissed someone before, that you didn’t realize you had inadvertently confessed your feelings to him.

His eyes widened slightly as he looked at you. “You have feelings for me?”

Your face fell as you realized what you had just said. “N-no! No, I don’t. I just meant that I wanted it to be with someone I liked and who liked me. I- I wasn’t implying that I liked you, that wasn’t what I was saying at all,” you rambled out, stumbling over your words in your panic.

“Kie already told me that you liked me, I just didn’t believe her.”

Your eyes widened, and you wanted nothing more than for your mattress to open up and swallow you whole. “I- I uhm… She- uhh,” you tried to come up with an explanation, something to get you out of the situation Kie had gotten you in, but you couldn’t think of anything to say.

“It’s true, isn’t it? You like me,” JJ said, something almost like astonishment on face. Burying his face in his hands, JJ groaned in frustration as he laid back on your bed. “God, I’m such an idiot.”

That… was not the response you were expecting. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you looked over at him.

“I mean, I’m not saying I disagree, but why exactly are you saying you're an idiot?”

JJ pulled his hands off his face and looked over at you, still laying down on your bed. “I’m in love with you. God, I’ve been in love with you pretty much since elementary school. I just never thought you would feel the same, so I started being a dick to you just so I could interact with you in some way without you ever thinking I had feelings for you.”

Your eyes widened before you let out a huff of laughter. “You’re right, JJ. You are an idiot. We could’ve been together for years right now if you weren’t such a coward.”

He grimaced at your choice of words before shrugging them off. “Yeah, I probably deserved that. But does this mean that you’d still be interested in being with me? If the whole me being an asshole thing didn’t mess things up that is.”

“I don’t know. I guess that depends on if you're still gonna be a dick to me or not.”

JJ instantly sat up, looking at you almost pleadingly. “Never again. I promise, I’ll be nice to you and I’ll treat you right. I know I definitely don’t deserve it, but do you think that you could maybe give me a chance..?”

You nodded, smiling softly at him. As much as he’d hurt you with his words, you couldn’t deny your feelings for him. Something kept pulling you back to him, and you would hate yourself forever if you didn’t even try, just to see where things could go.

JJ smiled, shifting to face you and taking your hands in his. “So, how about we complete that dare?”

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݂ ໋ ・ ゜* 𓈒 BREAKING POINT

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ synopsis ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ - with the recent controversy with Hybe and its sub label some hurtful comments were said about Joohyung that caused her to hit her breaking point

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ A/N ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ - this is very angsty and sad it almost made me cry at times, sorry that it takes me so long to write for Joohyung :(

Coming back into reality after performing your heart out was always the hardest thing. Especially with Sihyuk and another heejin are saying about groups inside and out of the company. Joohyung was beyond pissed, like no one has ever seen Joohyung this mad before nor even during the trainee days. Currently text messages from Sihyuk and Heejin was released and they didn’t say much about txt, but only saying that Sihyuk already wanted to debut another group even though txt was only a month old. Confirming that he really didn’t even care about them from the beginning which already isn’t a good start and Joohyung was seeing red. The thing that threw Joohyung completely off was the conversation of Heejin wishing she could’ve had Joohyung before they made the final line of txt, but also wishes she was a few years younger than she would have done anything to get her even if she was already set to debut with txt. The cherry on top was Sihyuk offered the idea of Joohyung switching from txt to ador’s future group, basically throwing Joohyung around like a toy anyone could play with. Heejin even talked about Joohyung and Beomgyu’s relationship and how she’s thankful she didn’t take Joohyung because “she ruined the illusion for her male fans and would’ve been a burden to control”.

Sihyuk was willing to overwork Joohyung even more and not consider the group’s feeling nor Joohyung’s, and he was just going to do it without even asking Joohyung. Plus Heejin calling Joohyung “too old” even though she was just 21 when she debuted. Then saying Joohyung ruined a “fantasy” that she never entertained for her male audience.

Everyone felt the tension as they all walked through the Incheon airport coming back from Belgium. Joohyung was walking ahead not holding on to any of her members nor walking next to them, and she didn’t want to entertain anyone nor did she accept the fan letters. Luckily, Soobin took the letters for Joohyung. The car ride was even worst, none of the members said a word as they themselves were also going through the emotions. “Can you stop by my apartment, please.” The driver nodded towards Joohyung. Yeonjun risen his eyebrow kinda confused on what Joohyung needed since they had to go straight to the company building to practice for the upcoming tour. He was getting a bad feeling.

The car came to a stop behind the apartment complex building. Joohyung got her things stepping out of the car, “what are you forgetting?” Yeonjun’s question stopped Joohyung from walking further. “Nothing. I’m not going.” Joohyung didn’t face them. “But it’s the concert-“

“I don’t care!” She snapped at Yeonjun. The members winced at the harshness of her words. “I don’t fucking care anymore! We work too damn hard for his ass to not care about us!” They have never and I mean never seen Joohyung this distressed. “Look, Joohyung-ah I’m sure it was just the heat of moment type of thing he cares about the group.” Their staff member tries to reason with her. “If he did care he wouldn’t have already had thoughts of wanting to debut another group when we barely got out of the hell hole you guys called training.” Joohyung got close to the staff’s face. Immediately Taehyun rushed out of the car and got between them. “Noona.” Taehyun shaken voice called for her. “They called me a burden and someone who ruins fantasies…and a toy they can throw around.” Joohyung broke down in tears into Taehyun’s chest.

At this point all the members had tears in their eyes. Hearing the reality that has happened from their distressed member. “They wanted to take me away from my members.” Joohyung sobbed. One by one got out of the car squeezed Joohyung into a hug. “We wouldn’t allow it Joohyung.” Yeonjun sniffled. “You’re not burden, you’re far from that.” Soobin caressed her head. “Don’t listen to them mine Jooie. You don’t ruin anything they’re just bastards who know nothing.” Beomgyu gave her multiple kisses on her cheek trying to comfort her. Kai was scared if he talked that he will break down as well, so he opted to just hold her tight wanting to squeeze the anger and sadness away.

The staff member quickly texted Eunha to come right away and at least stay with Joohyung at her place. Eunha raced over and not even 10 minutes later she was there. “Oh Joohyung.” She instantly pulled a tear stained Joohyung into her arms. As she was hugging Joohyung, Eunha also squeezed Taehyun’s shoulder for reassurance. “I think it’s best for you guys to continue on with the concert practice session without Joohyung. I also made sure for them to cut it short for today since it’s been…a hell of a day.” The members nodded, they didn’t want to leave Joohyung but they knew they had their duties to attend to. “Don’t worry, I’ll take extra care of her.”

The boys felt like lost puppies without Joohyung. “She has never miss a single schedule for 5 years.” Kai was empty on the inside. “I know Huening, but we have to practice even harder for noona.” Soobin tried his best to somehow lighten the mood, but it wasn’t working. “I…I have never seen Joohyung this…broken before.” Yeonjun signed, replaying the whole scene again and again.

-

All of their staff members go the text of Joohyung not attending the practice for today and…further notice. The staff members had to work fast on the possibility of Joohyung not participating in future schedules for her mental health maybe even the whole tour. The staff felt the sad emotions that oozed out of the boys when they walked into the practice room.

“Ok, let’s try this new formation.” Their choreographer suggested, the boys moved into their new places. Taehyun felt like something wasn’t right with the formation, he looked around the members and realized; ‘where is Joohyung going to stand?’

“Um…where is noona’s position?” Taehyun asked. The room went silent and the staff members looked at each other basically asking who’s going to break the news to the group? The boys started to feeling the energy of the room and immediately started having panicking thoughts. Finally one of their protocol team members spoke up, “ah…guys, due to the recent events with Joohyung we don’t think she will be mentally ready to continue with the tour. So it’s better if we prepare and plan ahead with new formations, and-”

“No! We can’t go on tour without Joohyung! Are you guys crazy?” Beomgyu lashed out. “Moa wouldn’t accept this!” Yeonjun felt betrayed. “Let’s, let’s call it a day everyone.” The boys were in denial about the thought of Joohyung going on hiatus, but at the same time they couldn’t blame her with everything she just went through.

-

Eunha kept Joohyung company for a couple of days helping Joohyung cope with everything. Joohyung has stopped crying after the third day, but she was still in her head about the events that happened prior. Joohyung ate little by little, stayed in her room in the dark, and kept on hugging her cats for comfort. Everyone thought keeping Joohyung and the boys separated for a bit was for the best for Joohyung, because whenever Eunha tried talking about the members Joohyung would start full on crying. Eunha still kept the boys updated about Joohyung, and they also agreed that it would be the best for Joohyung. She will come see them when she’s ready, and even though they didn’t see each other in person the boys would always send her cute encouraging messages.

Joohyung did have intrusive thoughts about leaving the company along with the group because she started believing she was a burden to the group. Luckily Eunha would talk her out of it immediately saying ‘tomorrow x together wouldn’t be the same without Joohyung’. Even though Joohyung was slowly getting better she unfortunately develop having panic attacks with the thought of facing everyone again. To help with calming her down Eunah would let Joohyung hug her while she caresses Joohyung’s head, another method was having Poki or Bibi(her cats) on her lap while she pets them.

-

The members really started worrying because the tour starts in a week and Joohyung hasn’t fully felt comfortable to continue her schedules. You could tell the boys weren’t themselves throughout this whole practicing period, and the staff felt for them.

That was until hearing the door open while they were practicing ‘Deja Vu’ and seeing a pale looking woman with a hat covering half her face. “Hi.” Joohyung waved, looking up at her members. The room erupted in cheers from her members who dropped everything and ran to her with open arms. Feeling the warmth again made Joohyung immediately burst into tears. “I’m sorry.” She sobbed into their chest. “No J-Joohyung.” Yeonjun shook her his ‘no’ with tears falling down. “It’s not your fault Joohyung-ah.” Taehyun mumbled into her shoulder.

After pulling apart Joohyung gave each member a long hug. They all gave Joohyung a tight squeeze while expressing how much they missed her. Some staff members were crying at the scene in front of them, but what really broke them was Joohyung and Beomgyu reuniting. After Soobin finally let Joohyung go Beomgyu pulled her into tight hug while crying to her, “Jooie, I-I miss you so mu-much.” He hiccuped. “I didn’t protect you hard enough, I’m sorry.” Beomgyu sniffled, he felt ashamed of himself for not shielding Joohyung from all the negativity. “It’s not your fault Beomgyu.” Joohyung gently pulled away from the hug to wipe his tears. “I’m never letting any of those bastards hurt you ever again.” Beomgyu pouted, and pulled Joohyung back into the hug.

After the emotional reunion they all sat down in the middle of the practice room and Joohyung started catching them up. Throughout her time away Joohyung did end up going to the hospital for a check up physical and mentally. She was diagnosed with a panic disorder after the extreme anxiety and stress she went through during the time. Joohyung even expressed her the dark thoughts she was having with the members, but she lighten the mood with telling them she would always read their messages to get her through the day and those bad thoughts. Joohyung knows it’s too early to come back, but she can’t let them do this tour without her. Her members and moa really give her the strength to move forward.

-

Joohyung was thankfully for her ability to pick stuff up fast during the one week she had to perfect everything, of course she wasn’t too far behind because they have been preparing weeks before. It still wasn’t easy for Joohyung, as her body was getting used to her old routine again. She felt more tried than usual and she tried not to show it, but her members caught on quickly especially while they were practicing in the actual arena. “Don’t push yourself too much noona.” Kai rubbed Joohyung’s back. “Here drink some water.” Soobin opened a water bottle for her. Joohyung accepted the water bottle and took small sips before they continued their practice.

Another obstacle she faced was after they did their group introduction Joohyung felt her chest tighten, and started experiencing shortness of breath. She was getting a panic attack. Joohyung closed her eyes and tried controlling her breathing, but after it wasn’t working she winced and went behind Beomgyu and started hugging him. Beomgyu knew what was happening and gently pulled Joohyung forward to hug her while whispering ‘it’s going to ok’ and pecking her temple.

Throughout all of Joohyung’s new found struggles she was still able to pull through and make it to the first ever show of Act: Promise. Their whole team was extremely happy that the group was able to come out of such a dark time. Even though there is still some struggles the group is facing they are just happy that they have each other to lean on, and still put on an amazing show for their moa.

[raviollies]

Anyway since I got a nice comment and got a little encouraged, decided to do a little thingie expanding on Daee as a person and his personality, particularly how he behaves and the connection his actions have to his brain

I don't think anyone in Inquisition would describe Daee as anything but kind. He IS kind, he always asks people how they're doing, he always says the right things, he offers comfort - but I don't know if a lot of it is out of genuine feeling ? He's a people pleaser...he wants people to like him, he will say the perfect things hear within reason, words that bring comfort to a hurting heart and make someone happy, but he often he doesn't feel anything sincerely from it. He comforts someone but it is from an almost logical "This is what to say to someone in this situation" rather than out of genuine emotion. Perhaps that's why everyone would describe him as the perfect shoulder to cry on, because he somehow always knows what to say...because he isn't affected by emotion in that moment. He's kind, because it doesn't matter what he is feeling in that moment but the actions he takes. I would almost compare it to a healthcare worker that has to be kind, gentle and understanding with every patient, despite how detached they are from the whole thing.

He would always give money as he walks by a beggar as the Inquisitor, he would always never leave someone in need even if they cannot pay, he would always uplift communities such as Alienages, and provide when he is able or made aware - but I can't say he feels anything. It's not an obligation because he wants to be considered good - he does it because he wants to make people happy, but he cannot give a reason as to why. Well liked but not out of any specific reason because I mean...a beggar isn't going to see him again, or be friendly - just that he almost want's to be "good".

However, he has a chronic issue with opening up. He feels that being honest about who he is will lead people to dislike him, and see him as lesser - a coward, manipulator, weak. He fled Clan Lavellan after the Keeper didn't find him ready for Valaslin, and he felt that he would bring so much shame to his mother for raising someone so cowardly and childish, that he would rather be considered dead or kidnapped by Tevinter than a poor example of a Dalish (Not even fully Dalish, half city elf - already a shameful blemish). His response to facing harsh consequences or confrontation is to flee (So modernly, he'd probably have a problem with ghosting.)

Because of that he didn't really make friends in the Inquisition. Whenever he spoke to others he picked his words very carefully, as to not reveal anything about himself. If asked if they know anything about him, a lot of them would start before realizing they don't. They've spoken so much to him but realize later just how little he shared about himself. Bull would remark that he would make an "excellent Ben Hassrath if not for his soft heart".

Out of everyone in Inquisition, he primarily befriended Varric, Dorian and Vivienne, all masters of playing the same song and dance and being able to see through it and just as carefully picking out grains of truth and hit the spots to make him actually be honest about his emotions and feelings without fear of repercussions. Iron Bull would similarly be able to sus out the mechanism behind his behavior but Daee would find him a little too crude to enjoy spending time with.

This factors into his fear of jeopardizing his impact as the Inquisitior, something he took up with gusto to open up opportunities for Elves and Mages alike. He wanted to use his position to show an 'Elven Mage' to be respected, to have power, and to be able to make change ; his perception of what he could accomplish was very naïve, unbeknownst of the hurdles he'll have to face. The dehumanization/idolfication of the Inquisitor as a figure ingrained itself within his psyche too. He couldn't ever react angrily to something disrespectful or hurtful, having to keep an even face even when Cassandra or Solas blatantly disrespect Dalish traditions, when Cullen glazes the Templars, when Chantry members compare Mages to animals. He would want to yell, stomp away but he has to stay composed to seem like the Bigger Person, the leader, unfettered and above it.

Though when dealing with death...it's hard for him to conceptualize. There's so much death that surrounds the Inquisitor, it follows at his footsteps like a shadow, and when Daee encounters death of his own he isn't sure how to react. He's sad but it feels...mundane? Unreal? Like reading a book - it's another death, and somewhere he feels sad but there's no tears to cry. His parents are slaughtered but he doesn't have tears to shed, in fact he feels empty and hollow. Others he'd open up to like Dorian or Varric would probably have a stronger reaction than him, asking him if he's okay...and the worst part is that he thinks he is. He shouldn't be but he is.

I do think he would react very differently were he face to face with their body, or even a funeral - I think he requires a physical interaction to ground his mind and be able to let the other shoe drop. Without being able to physically see, or touch, it doesn't feel real, the synapses almost don't make the connection with emotion.

That's why he is at such a low point in Tresspasser - it feels like this shaky house of cards is collapsing. He failed at giving Elves and Mages a path forward, Inquisition revealed to be littered with rot and he is to blame, everyone leaving him behind - he contemplated doing the exact same thing he did with Clan Lavellan after the Exalted Council was over - to run away and disappear, and had Dorian left right away as he planned afterwards, that is exactly what he would have done.

He feels a LOT more free by the time of Veilguard, having grown older and more experienced, and having had Dorian at his side during the most traumatic time of his life (Which I briefly went over here), he doesn't have a lot of the same complexes regarding behind 'left behind' or being shameful for being 'weak'. He is able to look back on it with a lot more nuance and grace towards his younger self (Him being only 22 at the start of Inquisition does play a part, frontal lobe ain't finish cooking yet)

[ilikekidsshows]

Often I see "Any time Adrien feels awful the writers put Marinette through the emotional wringer so he puts his needs aside to help her" used to explain what is happening in the show, but tbh, I wouldn't call that entirely accurate

What happens is that Marinette cries louder and in more destructive ways, that doesn't make what she goes through worse. Marinette by now becomes an emotional wreck any moment she feels discomfort or is challenged in some way.

Just because she always has huge reactions to anything that doesn't go her way doesn't it mean it's actually THAT bad when you put it into perspective with other characters.

That's what I already felt was the case in season 4. The amount of times Marinette lost her mind at any little challenge she faced made her rather seem like a questionable protagonists since her priorities never lead to anything worthwhile. They just have her panic as a cheap way to have her brute force her way through the narrative because that's supposed to excuse all the victims of her actions and behaviour.

But having her 24/7 panic and cry is just not enough to change the fact that most of her "problems" aren't real problems, they just always have her go about everything in the worst possible way and then story blames everyone else for her shit priorities.

Yes, she had no guidance, but 1) Suhan was yet another character girlbossed into submission bc he wasn't allowed to have any point whatsoever cause "how else can Marinette be the true Queen of the Miraculous?". Doesn't mean he wasn't THERE. Adrien in Furious Fu even asked Suhan to fucking HELP them with his experience, that's more willingness to be reasonable about the guardian situation and learn than Marinette EVER was. It was her either entirely HER way or entirely SUHANS way.

And 2) does she need to have her hand held that much that she cant be expected to know that making any kind of effort to FIND Hawkmoth is more important than making her useless team of yes men? but I guess we all know why they had her prioritize the yes men.

If Marinette really is so emotionally instable and confused that she can't possibly be asked to do her job and look for the villain she was chosen to defeat then how is that not clear proof that Marinette is a shit guardian choice. Ironically, if Suhan had actually taken LB's and CN's Miraculous and the Miracle Box and given them to adults, then the new heros might have even CARED to end this fight.

In hindsight, pretty much everything reflects even worse on Marinette when it already didn't look too well for her in season 4. But damn, Marinette is all around a pretty fatal failure. The team was a waste of time, all the privileges Alya got on Adrien's expense proved themselves entirely wasted on her in season 5 too (dgmw, I truly like her, but that's just objectively the case. Everything Alya got that Cat Noir got denied was entirely wasted on her), Marinette never even tried finding Hawkmoth and only did so when Feligami did her entire job and made it possible for her to be present in the finale herself that hurt the entire word's population bc our main character put any little problem in her life before ever caring about the villain she was supposed to defeat.

If Kagami hadn't made Felix tell Marinette, Marinette would have spend the finale crying in her bed bc her boyfriend is gone. I always thought it was too harsh to say that Marinette is a badly chosen protagonist, but the show itself sure made that statement true. She just doesn't care about anything tat ever happens beyond how it affects herself. So we got nowhere.

---

I think this is a case of “how it started” versus “how it's going”, although the underlining theme of “Marinette cries harder over smaller problems than other characters have” has been there since the start. Like, I’m pretty sure I’ve said that almost word-for-word, I started off viewing Marinette’s emotional breakdowns as more justified, until I started to notice how many cases were just her blubbering because she was caught up in her own mistakes. Like, the New York Special and season four finale are understandable, she went through some shit anyone would need a cry over there. The problem was that even then Cat Noir also had justified or even bigger reasons to be upset, but he was forced to be fine for Marinette's sake but the same is never asked from Marinette. In addition, once I actually forced myself to watch the NY special again, I realized that, between “collateral damage in Paris she can't fix” and “Adrien has to leave a school trip early”, the school trip thing is the thing she cries about the hardest. Our heroine cares more about not seeing her crush for a few days than the supposed failure that made her turn her back on her partner.

That made me realize that it really was all about Marinette's own screwed up priorities. It's all about her love quest with only the minimum consideration given to her duties as a superhero and the Guardian of the Miraculous. Like, every time she makes some kind of effort in superheroics, it's way too late into the game and almost always some kind of nonsense that brings her no closer to actually stopping Hawk Moth. Like, she tracks where Akumas show up as late as season 5, when we already know Hawk Moth’s pattern by heart by then. Also the fucking Miraculous trick box she tinkered with and showed off that then ended up being pointless because she made it so convoluted she decided to put the Miraculouses up in cloud to make calling backup heroes easier. Making Alya her confidant led to more time being spent on making sure that Alya doesn't do anything Marinette doesn't approve than doing anything useful in the long term 

Félix and Kagami told her who Hawk Moth was and she did nothing with that info. She wasn't worried about what this would mean for Adrien, she was only worried that Gabriel was against their romantic relationship. Maybe, if Marinette had spared a single thought to her heroic duty outside of what's right in front of her nose, she wouldn't have had to quickly decide what to do and might not have ended up covering for Gabriel and feeling so bad about it. Like, I already know our protagonist can't be arsed to think about others, but she could have made things easier for herself, at least.

The only contest Marinette is winning is the Who Can Cry the Hardest contest. She's a fucking champ at blowing things out of proportion.

[anyamaris]

Worth It

Word Count- 1502

Summary- Your dinner date does NOT turn out how you expected.

Pairing- Dom!Wooyoung x Bratty!F!Reader

Trope- Established relationship AU

Warnings- Vulgarity, unprotected sex (bad), dom behavior, free use in play(consent and safe words agreed upon before encounter between both parties) MINORS DNI 18++++ NSFW BELOW BREAK

"Babe, we're going to be late!" You hear your boyfriend call from the other room. Checking your hair and makeup one last time, you call back, "Coming!". Making your way to the front door, you slip on your heels. "We're going to be late, babe." You hear Wooyoung say, and he's rushing you out to the car.

Finally on the road, Woo fiddles with the station as he drives. You're checking your phone, noticing a few messages. "Oh looks like everyone is there already." You say, scrolling through group chat.

"Really? See, you take too long, why do you always-" he is saying, glancing over and at his silence, you look over at him.

"Hm? Woo?" you say, waving a hand in front of his face. "Watch the road, silly!" You smack his arm and he clears his throat. "Babe....what are you wearing?" he says, continuing to glance over at you. You frown and look down at your outfit. You'd chosen to wear the black dress he'd gotten you for a gift last month.

You hadn't had a reason to wear it yet and tonight was the perfect occasion. You adjust it, feeling mildly self conscious at his frown. It was a cute little knee length halter dress with a flared skirt. You liked it because it reminded you of Marilyn Monroe, but in black. It was perfect for the summer weather and it made you feel pretty.

"You bought this for me, don't you remember?" You ask, frowning at him. "I did?" he asks and you roll your eyes and shake your head. "We walked out of the house together, Woo. You're just noticing what I'm wearing now? I thought I looked nice...." you say, bringing your hand up to your neck, feeling awkward.

"No. You don't look nice at all." Woo huffs out and you look down as you feel his hand on yours. "You look so fucking sexy, babe." He says, drawing your hand to his pants, and rubbing it against the tight fabric. "Your tits look so fucking good..." he says, biting his lip. He is so hard that he's straining against the zipper and you grin.

"Really?" you say, squeezing gently and running your palm against him. "Babe." he growls as a warning and you get an evil grin. Turning in your seat, you reach over with your other hand and start undoing his pants.

"Fuck babe...what are you doing? We're almost at the restaurant...." he says, trying to concentrate as you free him from his pants. "Oh ok, I'll stop then," you say, smirking and patting him gently, going to tuck him back in.

"BABE WHAT THE FUCK, did you just pat my dick???" he asks, exasperated, as he finds a spot. He throws the car into park and turns it off, his hands running through his hair. Giggling, you throw open the door to make your escape. You hear his door open and he's swearing (probably from his dick hanging out of his pants, you think, snorting).

Then he's beside you, wrapping an arm around you from behind and picking you up. "Woo! I -" you start, giggling and squealing. His hand yanks your skirt up and you're gasping, looking around. You notice he's parked near the back of the restaurant, a bit of a walk to the building. There are some trees and noone else parked back here. Still, you were in public. "Woo-" you try again and then he's breathing in your ear as he stuffs his hand into your panties, his fingers harsh and seeking.

"Why are you always asking for trouble, baby?" he says, nipping the back of your neck and rubbing your clit harshly. He has you moaning as he turns you and bends you over the hood of the car. "Oh my god! WOO!" You yell and he's guiding his cock into you, grunting. He grabs your hips as you cry out, and he thrusts harshly into you.

"Such a bad girl," he says and you feel your skirt get pulled up completely, your ass bare except for the panties he's pushed to the side. Your face is pressed against the hood, still warm from driving, and he's pounding into you, relentlessly.

"Bad." he says, thrusting and his hand smacks your ass hard, making it sting. "OH MY GOD!" You scream out and you feel your wetness dripping down your legs. "GIRL." he growls and smacks your other cheek, bringing tears to your eyes. Your hands are clenched, as Woo pulls you back into him.

He reaches one hand down and toys with your clit as he fucks you. He starts patting it and smacking his hand against it. "How does it feel, babe? You like being patted? HMM?" You gasp and cry out again, whining.

"WORDS, BABY." He says and you sob then cry out, "Yes, I love it! Ffff-fuck!" you manage, and he thrusts his other hand into your top, roughly grasping your breast and pinching your nipple. "Oh god, Woo....please!" You're moaning so loudly now and you don't even care if anyone hears you. "Please? Please...what.....babe?" he says, punctuating each word with a thrust, groping your breast, teasing your clit. He pulls your top harshly, yanking both of your breasts out and he's pinching and kneading. He leans down and pulls you against him, panting into your ear.

"Is my baby gonna cum all over my cock?" he asks, breathing heavily and biting your earlobe. You can only whine and moan as his fingers speed up, pressing and rubbing your nub as he's driving himself deep into you. "Beg me for it." he says, stopping suddenly, holding you still as you shake from your impending release.

"Woo!" you sob out, tears starting to roll down your face. "Beg me." he says, hissing in your ear, then leaning down to suck on your neck. "Please! PLEASE, WOO...PLEASE MAKE ME CUM!!!"

"Good girl." he says, kissing your neck, then he lifts one of your legs up, so you have to reach out to stop yourself from falling onto the hood. He starts to moan as he starts slamming into you again. You begin to feel the pressure of your orgasm build once more, your legs shaking, knowing you'd collapse if he let you go.

"Cum on me, I want to feel you drench me in your fluids, babe." he says huskily and you feel your leg give out as he drives you over the edge. Screaming and gasping, you let out a long whine and nonsense, your walls clenching tightly around him.

It take you a moment to come back into focus as you feel him slowing down, holding you up, murmuring in your ear, "Mmm such a good girl....my good girl..." and he's gasping. "Cum for me, Woo..." you choke out and his hand comes up, turning your head so he can kiss you.

"Baby...." he gasps out and then he's withdrawing from you, shoving you down on your knees. "I want to cum...on your-pretty tits....fuck babe-" he says and you grab his ass, pulling him towards you. You cup his balls and use your other hand to stroke him as you look up at him.

"Oh fucking- christ babe, you're gonna- f-f-ucking...kill me...." he is moaning, his hips thrusting into your hand and he grasps your hair in his hands as he looks down at you. You open your mouth and flick your tongue against the tip and you feel his ass cheeks tighten as he starts to spurt all over you, hot cum ejecting into your mouth, your face, onto your bared breasts. He's moaning and spasming, biting his lip between all of the noises.

You revel in his loss of control, pumping his cock with your hand until his hips are jerking uncontrollably. As he gasps out, you take him into your mouth and he lets out a yelp. "Fuck-oh god....stop, so sensitive...baaaabe!" He cries and you pop him out of your mouth, smirking up at him.

"You little brat, always have to have the last word huh?" he says, his chest heaving. You feign going to suck on him again and he grabs your head with a loud, "No!" and his eyes are huge. You giggle, making you both laugh.

"Little shit." he says and you pout up at him. "God you look amazing like that, covered in my cum." He reaches down, pushing your hair behind your ear and tweaking your pouted lip. Then his phone is ringing.

"Oh shit. Right....um." He bends down and helps you up, taking in your messy state as he zips up his pants and rights himself. Sighing, he answers his phone.

"Yeah....uh we're running late. Yeah, give us..." he looks you over once again and covers his face with his hand. "Start without us," he says.

Hanging up, he turns towards you. "Sorry about the dress, baby. I'll get you a new one. Let's go change...and clean you up." You giggle as you make your way home to get ready all over again.

"Worth." You say and he just smirks at you.

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@cultofdionysusnet @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @shinestarhwaa @veronicasawyerschainsaw @babesindestroyland

[wandafiction]

In Every Universe - Part 2

Warnings: Angst, Big sad stuff, sad Wanda

Wanda watches with tears in her eyes as you kneel on the floor, eyes closed and head cast downwards, the harsh lights making it difficult to tell if it's night or day outside. The small window not doing much at letting the outside world in, no sounds other than yours and hers breathing fills the surroundings. She isn’t even sure how long she has been watching, staring, hoping that you will just look at her. Open your eyes and look at her. It’s only been a few hours since you got back but for her it's been months, a year, since she last saw you. She can see it's you, her Y/n, but if you decide to look at her she knows it's only going to be a fragment of you staring back at her.

“You know I thought you would have left by now.” 

Wanda could cry at the sound of your voice, not because she has been wanting to hear it since the day you left but because what she hears hardly sounds like the person she knows. There’s no warmth to it, no emotion, none of your normal bubbly energy. It's changed. It's dark. It's cold. It's more hoarse, gravely, you sound like a complete stranger to her and it breaks her heart to think that she has lost you in a completely different way to before. 

“I couldn’t ever leave you, I promised to be by your side through it all. So here I am.” You chuckle slowly, almost forcefully, and Wanda holds back the tears as the shell of the person you were slowly dies out in front of her. 

“You’ve been watching me for the past 3 hours, just watching, not doing anything. Observing. Why?” Wanda takes a step closer but you don’t move an inch so she decides to stay where she is, looking down at her hands as she fiddles with her sleeves. 

“Why would I not? I needed to know you were alive and that you were really here.” 

“So you’re afraid I will disappear? Or escape?” Wanda shuffles on her feet taking a quick glance up at you, but you simply continue to look at the floor; or your hands which are hanging in front of you between your legs.

“I was afraid that I would lose you again.” That got your attention, lifting your head so you could look at Wanda in front of you, tilting your head quizzically.

“Can I ask you another question?” Wanda smiles nodding, taking a small step closer to you.

“Of course you can. You always were inquisitive.” The corner of your lip twitches into a smile but as quick as it comes it fades again into a look of confusion.

“Who am I to you?”

That was it, the moment Wanda felt her heart crumble into so many pieces, she didn’t know how she would ever start picking them up again. The person who she loved with her entire being, the person who brought her out of her shell, the person who has made her the happiest she has probably ever felt, the person who doesn’t remember. She looks down to the ring on her finger, the tears building in her eyes as she looks down at the thin silver band spinning it on her finger. 

“You’re my Y/n.” She swallows the lump in her throat looking back up to you, seeing nothing but confusion and curiosity and it breaks her heart all over again. “You’re my future, you’re my angel. You’re my love. You were to be my wife, you hadn’t actually proposed but I found the ring a few months ago.” 

“I, huh.” Your brows scrunch the last bit of Wanda’s hope fading away when she hears you chuckling. “That’s a good story, very good indeed. Gosh you nearly got me. You should be an actress, I mean those tears and the look on your face. No wonder they make you do the interrogations, I’m sure many people have fallen for your tricks.” 

“I-” Wanda blinks rapidly, forcing the fresh tears away and wiping aggressively at the ones that have already fallen. 

“No, I mean seriously. If I wasn’t trained in how to be interrogated then I probably would have fallen into your trap. You do this act for everyone or just me? You come up with a different story each time. And if that doesn’t work do you choose to use your powers, warp their minds.”

You smirk evilly as Wanda sucks in a sharp breath, turning around to hide the quivering of her lips and the tears she can’t fight any more. You pout playfully as she turns back around to look at you, a new determination in her eyes as she takes a step closer to the glass door that separates you two. You stand up, the cuffs on your wrists rattling together as you stumble towards the door, a sadistic smirk on your face, walking towards the door; now both of you only inches apart. 

“Please Y/n.” The desperation in her voice only makes your smirk grow.

“I’m sorry but Y/n isn’t here right now, please try again later.” You laugh twirling around as Wanda hits the glass.

“Don’t you dare turn your back on me.”

“Oooh someone is a little angsty today. What did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Oh maybe little Miss Maximoff is on her period. Is that it? Are you having a hard time of the month?” You pout looking back at Wanda whose jaws locked in place scowling at you but the moment she looks into your eyes her facade breaks.

“I just want my Y/n back.” Her voice cracks, bottom lip quivering, her eyes filling with fresh tears as she rests her hand on the glass door. “Please come back to me.” 

“Oh wow, Mrs Maximoff, why didn’t you alert us that Y/n was awake.” The boy you’ve studied and learned to be called Peter Parker, aka spider-man, skips into the room with a wide smile as he looks at you.

“Pete…” If Peter hears Wanda he doesn’t pay attention as he puts a bit of paper against the glass for you to look at.

“Look I got top marks. I thought since you were back you would want to be the first to know. Oh and get this, I have a girlfriend now, her name is MJ and she is like so super cool. She even managed to figure out I was spider-man because she is crazy observant and noticed some patterns. But yeah, oh and she is really pretty, like really really pretty. I want you to meet her at some point, you know when you’re all better and that.” 

“I would love that kid.” The smile on his face pulls at your heartstrings a little, a foreign feeling growing inside, and you don’t have the heart to tell him you don’t know who he is (or remember who he thinks you are), so you hazard a guess with your question. “So tell me. Are you still at the top of your class?”

“I am now, it sort of dropped when you went missing because I was spending more time with Mr Stark and the rest of the avengers, especially Mrs Maximoff here, but when my teachers told me I was falling behind too quickly I had to do something. So I did the bare minimum to get me through and when these guys went to rescue you, I did this test and did my best. Bam top marks.” You furrow your brows looking towards Wanda who has her lips pressed together closing her eyes when she sees you looking.

“That’s really good to hear Pete, I uhm.” You look back to Peter who is looking down at his test paper with the widest smile. “I, uhm, I’m proud of you kid. Uh, why don’t you head back upstairs and relax. I think after getting top marks a little movie night won’t hurt you.”

“Oh, yeah cool. For sure. I hope you feel better soon Y/n.” He turns to look at Wanda who puts on a smile. “I will see you later Mrs Maximoff.” 

“Bye Pete.” You watch their interaction carefully as Peter hugs Wanda, the young woman pulling him into a tighter embrace than necessary but he doesn’t seem to mind as he simply copies her actions. “Go and relax.”

“Okay, I am going to tell Miss Romanoff Y/n is awake, she has been nervous for this moment.” With that the young boy disappears and you turn to look at Wanda again.

“Why does spider boy call me Y/n but everyone else by their titles?” A ghost of a smile makes its way onto Wanda’s face at the words you use, a small amount of hope relighting inside her.

“Because you’re like his older sister so calling you Miss y/l/n, or Mrs Maximoff as it stands, would be a little weird. Don’t you think?”

“Certainly.” A silence falls upon you and you take the time to take in the woman in front of you, hazy images fluttering in the back of your mind too hard to concentrate on or distinguish but they are there and the way your heart skips a beat when she looks at you.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know?” You shrug looking at the door the young boy had left through.

“He looked so happy with his grade and I couldn’t let the fact that I don’t actually remember anything put him down. I may not remember anything but being a soldier for HYDRA but damn were the exams they made me do hard. You know they made me do some sort of coding exam, now I’m all for hail hydra and taking over the world but damn do I really need to know how to hack. You know I don’t have my powers for nothing.” You chuckle not noticing how your words are affecting wanda but when you look back to her you see the devastation clearly on her features. 

“How long were you with Hydra?” The raspy voice pulls both your attention to the door, before you can question Wanda, seeing Natasha enter the room moving to stand next to Wanda quietly making sure she is okay.

“I’m honestly not sure. All I sort of remember is waking up with a big fucking headache in a dark concrete room.”

“You’re being very open for someone who works for a top secret Hydra operation.” You shrug with a smirk at the black widows remark.

“Well I am answering the questions you are asking, which I know don’t give you any information. So for example I can tell you I woke up hooked up to morphine and probably some other things. So go ahead and ask away.” 

“What’s your name?” 

“Classified. Wait no, I just don’t know that one. Agent P, you know like agent pyrokinesis but P for short. They weren’t very creative. Oh and Miss Maximoff and the spider Kid keep calling me Y/n, so I guess that’s who I am. Or was.” 

“Do you know who we are?”

“Yes. You are Natasha Romanoff aka black widow aka traitor to the red room. The other chick is Wanda Maximoff aka a traitor to the cause.” Wanda’s features darken slightly at your answer, her once fragile demeanour turning cold.

“I have a question.” You lift your hands up to your left ear, the handcuffs rattling as you do.

“I’m all ears my dear.” Wanda scoffs rolling her eyes but you can see the vulnerability behind them, plaguing her thoughts and it makes you chuckle as she tries to act like she isn’t affected by whatever she is fighting behind her eyes.

“What is the first thing you said to me when you joined the team?” You scoff turning around and walking to the other end of the room looking up to the window that is letting its own slither of light in.

“I wouldn’t know since I have never been a part of your team. I am a product of Hydra and you cannot tell me different because all of my memories, everything up here.” You turn around your eyes glowing a hazy orange, the cuffs around your wrists glowing blue as they dampen the use of your powers, tapping your temple harshly. “Everything is Hydra, so tell me why would I ever fall into whatever game you are trying to play.”

“It's not a game Y/n. You died, or so we thought I guess, just over a year ago. You were crushed under a building, you played the hero and got yourself killed. Or captured. I don’t know what happened because I remember watching that building collapse in on itself and FRIDAY couldn’t pick up any vital signs and when we went looking for your body. All we found were parts of you. So don’t stand there and tell me to make it make sense when you’re the one who was meant to be dead. We buried an empty coffin! We had a fucking funeral for you! I lost the love of my life and yet here you are, or what’s left of you standing in front of me.

“Wanda.” Natasha tries to grab her attention but the boiling of her emotions has now become an overflowing mess and all she wants is to be comforted by her favourite person.

“I will get you back. I will have my Y/n back.”

“How can you get someone back if they were never really yours! There has to be a reason I don’t remember you. Obviously we meant different things to one another than you believe because I’m sure I would remember being in love with someone, wanting to be married to someone. For fuck sake I think I would remember being a part of the avengers. Now what sort of interrogation is this? I am not being questioned about anything but my lack of memory, which is not helping any of you. So why am I really here?”

“We are trying to get you back Y/n.” You storm back over to where the two women are standing, pressing your finger against the glass as you look between Natasha and Wanda.

“No, what you are trying to do is confuse me, make me believe this charade and then you’re going to try and break me. I know these tactics, I've used them before. I’ve seen first hand how to break someone emotionally, so badly that they spit word vomit at you just to try and save their own fucking life while throwing everyone else under the bus. I am not who you think I am, so start asking me some real fucking questions or leave me alone.”

“Why did you lie to the kid?” You softly sigh, closing your eyes as you turn your back to the women sliding down the glass door until you're sitting on the floor, Natasha’s question not the first thing you expected.

“As I told traitor number 2, he looked proud of his grade and I wasn't going to break his heart.”

“Why?” You pull your legs up to your chest hanging your arms over your knees as the Russian asks her question, Wanda now allowing herself to cry since you were no longer looking at her

“There were a lot of kids in the programme, I was in charge of helping train them in hand to hand combat. They would come in beaten or bruised from experiments or missions and then I would train them for hours on end. So when I told them they were doing well, that I was proud of the progress they had made, the smiles on their faces were something that I wish I could see more of.”

“So you found yourself being a parent to the children.” You shake your head leaning it back against the glass looking up to the harsh lights.

“No, more like a sibling.” 

“Did they ever experiment on you?”

“When doesn’t Hydra experiment on people? I was a lab rat, they wanted to find a way to recreate my powers or something. I’m not sure, I just remember lots of tests.”

“Do you ever remember a chair that looked like this?” You turn your head to look at the picture Natasha is holding against the glass.

“Barely. I only remember being dragged into the room where it is, then everything goes hazy, Why what is it?”

“It's how they would have wiped any memories of your past life. They did it to one of our team members, Bucky.”

“Oh, cool I guess.” You scrunch your brows, seeing flashes of images in your head but nothing breaking through the haziness, so they remain flashes. 

“You might know him as the winter soldier.” 

“I’ve heard the stories Miss Romanoff.” It's all you say standing from the floor brushing your hands on the grey sweatpants. “I’m tired. Can we continue this tomorrow?”

“Preferably not, but I’m sure with all the information we have tried pushing on you, your brain must be hazy. So yes we can continue tomorrow.” You look at Natasha with a thankful smile because she was right, your head was pounding and you just wanted to sleep it off. “I will see you first thing tomorrow Y/n.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less Miss Romanoff.” You sit on the edge of the bed with your head in your hands listening to the distinct click of the door. “I see you still want to stare at me, Miss Maximoff.”

“Not starring.” You turn your head slightly to see Wanda with her hand pressed flat against the glass as her watery eyes never waver from looking at you.

“Right, yeah, sure. Is there anything more I can do for you Miss Maximoff?” Wanda lightly shakes her head chuckling to herself.

“I just want you to remember.” You smile sympathetically, the woman’s emotions playing with your own.

“I’m sorry I don’t remember you, or anyone. I’m sorry I don’t remember what we are to each other. Who we are to each other.”

“I know.” Wanda’s eyes close briefly as she leans her forehead against the glass, opening them again to look at you as her hand slowly slides down the glass. “I really thought I had lost you forever, and maybe I still have but I won't give up on you. On us.”

“You know this interrogation feels more like an intervention.” Wanda laughs at that, the butterflies going crazy inside you when you hear it and you feel yourself smile quickly before pushing whatever you are feeling down.

“You wanna know something.”

“Humour me Miss Maximoff.” 

“You always could easily make me laugh, even in the most emotional state.” 

“Well I’m just that funny I guess.” Wanda firmly puts her hand back on the glass standing up properly.

“No, only you could make me smile or laugh when I am scared or upset.” 

“Well, are you scared or upset now?” Again Wanda shakes her head. “Then what is it you are feeling Miss Maximoff?”

“Grief and heartache.” Your eyes drop to her hand on the glass, the urge to stand up and put yours against it is big but you fight it down. 

“I’ve heard that those are some of the worst types of pain.” Wanda traces a small heart on the glass nodding slowly.

“It’s the most painful thing I’ve ever felt.” You nod in acknowledgement not knowing what else to say. You give her a small smile as your eyes look back up to her face, with her tear stained cheeks.

“Good night Miss Maximoff.” She smiles sadly, her hand dropping from the glass.

“Good night Y/n.” 

Wanda pulls her sleeves down past her hands as she turns slowly to walk to the door, the tears on her cheeks drying as she uses her sleeves to wipe up the last of them, her breathing shaky as she does. Your eyes don’t move from her as they follow her path to the door, carefully watching how she bites her lip and closes her eyes to stop herself from crying anymore. With her hand reaching out to the handle, millimetres away she looks over to you.

“Just one more thing.” You tilt your head, her hand landing on the handle slowly twisting it.

“What is it Miss Maximoff?” She slowly pulls the door open leaning against it slightly, your eyes meeting one another.

“I love you in every universe.”

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[bengiyo]

Don't Care for an Old Man's Underwear Ep 11 (Finale) Stray Thoughts

This watch made possible by @isaksbestpillow.

Last time, Daichi's dad came back into the picture and dumped a heaping pile of homophobia right on top of our favorite boy. Daichi, despite all his courage and conviction, balked before his father. No one was able to say much to Daichi; not Madoka, not Makoto. Makoto wasn't sure how to interject himself in this situation, and hesitated because he wanted to move properly. At work, there was discussion about people being downsized and laid off, and how that ruined relationships once a man could no longer provide. Meanwhile, Kakeru is struggling with the ethics of makeup after he helped his friend pretend to be a kind of girl she isn't. Finally, when no one else seemed like they could talk to Daichi, Kakeru reminded us that he's Makoto's son and meddled directly. We left at Daichi's dad being horrible to Kakeru, and Makoto stormed off to confront the man once he found out.

I really like how vile this final villain is with his presentation as reasonable and principled. He uses a soft tone, but he's constantly turning things around to be cruel. He made his son suffer, and he was rude to Kakeru. I almost wonder if he provoked Kakeru just so he had the leverage to demand the Okita family stay away from Daichi. He's an excellent villain, because you have to use all the empathy and compassion the show brought out of you to resist this man's flawed logic.

Wow, Makoto gets it. I am gonna cry because I'm so proud of him for not losing his conviction.

Madoka, my guy, what are you doing? This is a big problem you should face together.

Oh, Kakeru, you were so harsh to everyone all season about how they talked to you. It's hard to talk to people isn't it?

OOF Mor is also dealing with the expectations of society at large. We're really building to a finale.

And now Mika might be losing her job!

My family is in crisis!

Truly so special that Makoto has finally reached an understanding with his family that he realized what was wrong with each of them.

No! Don't ruin the sanctity of the park!! Gays, get it together!!

"Why are there so many obstacles to overcome if you're gay?" Bitch, me too, the fuck!!

It did feel like a barrier had formed between Daichi and Makoto. I'm sad and frustrated.

Y'all are gonna kill this old man.

Okay, what bad news did Furuike get, because my man just reiterated that when you grow up your heart dies?

Oh, Furuike, you've come along as well. Responding to the info that Shimura realized what was going on with him that she should be promoted is excellent growth. I also love him reminding Makoto that he's not dead yet. Life is still worth living.

I love Makoto recognizing that he was asked to be the matchmaker. He needs to know that the rules of the society can be turned for the betterment of people even in the modern age.

KAKERU'S TELLING SHIZUKA HIS FEELINGS OVER MAKEUP

"Making noise to help you forget is also what friends are for." Y'all I'm overwhelmed.

"If I'm ever unsure of myself, I'll ask Kakeru-tan to do my makeup." STOP MAKING ME CRY.

Actually so important that this show reiterates that even straight people get rejected constantly by others for failing to be what others want them to be

Of course Moe's full pen name is Pectoralis Major Huge Melons. I love her.

I'm so happy to see Makoto and Mika talking about things over chores together. I'm so proud of Mika, too.

Save us, Carlos!!!

YES, MEDDLE!!

Wow, this is the best show I've ever seen. The Okita family showed up exactly as themselves, with their passions plain, and stood before Daichi in front of this cruel man. Makoto demolished that man entirely, and said plainly that he is cruel to his son.

Daichi said it! If I change myself like that then I won't be myself!

Don't let the door hit you on the way out!!

So thankful that this show gave us that scene between Mihoko and Daichi. Sometimes we have to accept that people important to us won't accept us, but we must remember that we have those who will.

Way to release the tension with an old man's underwear and his kids dunking on him.

THEY SAID THE NAME OF THE SHOW! FINISH YOUR DRINKS!!

Of course Makoto is a crying, sloppy mess during the wedding. I love him.

What a beautiful finish.

Final Verdict: 11, Television Can Still Be Good. Truly, I don't know how else to describe this other than as one of the most important things I've ever watched in the last 20 years of engaging with stories about queer people. Seeing the Okita family reveal their passions and blast Daichi's dad like Care Bears as Makoto tells him he's a cruel asshole jumping to the front of the line to beat him up. This show earned every single beat it hit, and it was so lovely to watch a show where every character had goals and challenges. It wasn't just about making sure two guys have sex. This was a story about friendship and community, and it had strong ideas about how we make ourselves suffer for the betterment of others and yet no one is happy. This is one of the best things I've ever seen. Please go watch it.

[elllisaaa]

hello there!! 🫶🏼 first i wanna thank you so much for reading and rb my gunil fic, i appreciate the support truly 🥹

as i saw your hard thoughts are open i’ll let myself rant about yeonjun, he’s my bias from txt and ughhhhh this man, i go crazy every time i see his pretty face

one thing i LOVE about him is his confidence and how he carries himself it’s so attractive !!! i just need him to fuck me SO rough and deep in doggy style i feel his cock in my throat 😣 and i really really need him to talk cocky behind me the entire time, about how good he’s giving it to me and how no one ever has fucked me this good before, and no one else will 🤤 he’s the only one that can make me cum multiple times till i can’t think straight, and he always makes sure that i don’t forget that

oof, sorry if it’s too much, but it’s what he does to me 😭

hiii sweetie !!

thank you so much for supporting me too, and really i'm so happy to have finally found a blog about xh, and you're also feeding my gunil delulu thoughts so it's a win win 🤭 and it's definitely not too much, because i think this man have such an effect on everyone. even if he's not my bias (i'm a soobin girly), i'm still drooling over him, especially those edits with the weeknd starboy... they have me going feral fr ! thanks for the ask !

and you're definitely right, this man is overly confident and it's hella attractrive. but he has every right to be : one look at him is enough to understand why he's so cocky all the time. this man is talented, successful and so, so attractive. everywhere he goes, he has all eyes on him, including yours, and that's the only thing that really matters to him in the end.

his cockiness translates in the bedroom too, because how could he not when he knows that one word from him gets you on your knees in a matter of seconds ?

yeonjun loves to take you from behind, loves to stare at your ass and loves the way your back arch even more to let him reach deeper into you. with every thrust of his hips, the noise of skin colliding was echoing through the room. every time he got home after a show, he had spare energy to lose, and he was also so cocky, spurred by the way you were crying out his name as he pounded your tight cunt.

"that's it pretty girl, scream my name, let everyone hear how much you love it."

another moan escaped you, and yeonjun answered by a low grunt as he sped up his rhythm, fucking you more and more roughly as you let out more whimpers.

"dumb little slut, cannot think of everything beside my cock, huh ?"

he was so full of himself, borderline degrading you but it made you throb around his dick. if it was every other man, you would've been offended, but when it came out of yeonjun mouth, it was almost a compliment.

"fuck, i'm fucking you too well yeah ? that's why you can't talk anymore ?" and you sobbed at his words, tears streaming down your cheeks as you tried to hold on to something. "shh baby, i know it's so good, i know… so greedy, you already cum two times and you still want more ?"

you knew better than not answer him without his permission, so you nobbed your head as best you could in your current position and headspace. you mewled when his fingers digged into the flesh of your sides, using your body as leverage to fuck you even harder.

"that's alright, i know no one has ever fucked you like that before. i know no one could ever fuck you like that, i'm the only one that can make you feel like that."

and he's right, he's always right. he fucks you as if he exactly knew the right timing, the right pressure, the right rhythm to make you fold.

"say it. say that i'm the only one. let everyone hear how good i'm fucking you." your lack of answer earned you a harsh slap on your ass, making you moan even louder. "say it, or you're not cumming." "yes junnie ! only you make me feel like that." "good girl, now you can cum."

your orgasm washed over you as soon as you heard his order, pleasure so intense your vision blurred. your body became limp, and if it wasn't for yeonjun holding your hips up, you would've collapsed on the mattress.

"gonna give my cum to you baby, i know you want it."

you could only whine in response, unable to even shake your head yes or no. overstimulation was stinging, but it hurt so good. and yeonjun knew that, he always knew what to do. when he painted your walls white, and you were reaching your climax again, you definitely knew that yeonjun had ruined you for any other men.

[ihni]

He doesn't remember his mother's face.

He has knowledge of what she looked like - knows that she had long blonde hair and freckled skin and a kind smile - but when he closes his eyes, he can't picture her. It's been years, and he has no photographs left of her; Neil threw them all out. He thinks (wants to think) that he would recognize her if he ever saw her again, but there is a nagging thought whispering what if you don't? In that regard, it was almost a relief to move to Hawkins. At least here, he won't risk seeing her in the streets and walk past his own mother because he doesn't know her face anymore.

He also doesn't remember his mother's voice.

Her voice was the first thing about her that he forgot. He knows what she used to tell him, has written down a few things he doesn't want to forget, but he can't imagine the words being said by her. There was a song that she used to sing to him before putting him to bed when he was little - a song they'd made up themselves, made out of mostly nonsense words - and he remembers the song itself. Remembers the notes and the words. But when he hums it to himself at night, curled up in bed and long after everyone else has gone to sleep, all he can hear is himself.

He doesn't remember what his mother smelled like.

When she'd just left, he snuck one of the dresses she left behind into his room before Neil could throw it out, and hid it under his pillow. He remembers taking comfort in the vague scent of her perfume - something flowery and sweet - even though it faded and was gone in only a couple of days. Just as well, really, because Neil found the dress and took it away, slapped him and called him a pussy for crying about it. Told him that it was his fault his mom left, for having such a pathetic excuse for a son.

He can't recall if his mother was ever proud of him.

He knows she used to follow him to the beach when he was little, and stay in the sand while he played in the water. He would wave at her from his board when he'd managed to stay on it, and she would wave back from the shore. Her dress flowing in the breeze, her hair golden under the sun, her smile ... Because she was smiling, wasn't she? Staying on the board might not have been that impressive a feat for a grown woman, but surely she would have been smiling - to indulge him, if nothing else. Right?

He doesn't know if his mother ever really loved him at all.

She must have, at some point. She fed him, sang to him, watched over him as he played. Acted as a buffer between him and Neil, and kept him safe. Well. For a while, at least. Because eventually, she left. You don't leave someone you love, Billy thinks. Maybe she was all out of love at that point. Maybe there was never really there to begin with. Maybe she only fed him and watched over him and stood between him and Neil because of some sort of sense of obligation. A chore, not love. Billy knows all about that. He's doing the same now, with Max. He doesn't love her, but he doesn't want her to get hurt. The difference between him and his mom, is that he can't make himself leave. And if he can't even leave a snot-nosed brat who's not even his real sister ... Then his mother probably never truly loved him. Probably barely tolerated him, just like Neil says.

Sometimes, he's not sure his mother existed in the first place.

She feels like a dream. A concept. Something fractured and broken and impossible to put back together into something whole. He knows she existed but he doesn't remember. His memories are filtered through years of pain and fear, through layers upon layers of harsh words and vitriol. He tries to imagine her as the mother he hopes she was, but that person is a stranger now. Impossible for him to relate to. He is motherless. He grieves, and he yearns, for something he might very well never have had. Something he will never have again.

And he misses her.