#me trying really hard to not get yelled at

[jefth3kilr]

Naruto boys and the strange things that turn them on 🍃🎋

includes: Kakashi; Gai; Jiraiya; Naruto; Sasuke; Kiba; Shikamaru; Lee; Gaara; Kankuro

warnings: nsfw (MINORS DNI) naruto and the other students are 18-19

not proofread! feel free to send requests! :))

Kakashi

being domestic….

kakashi is very used to taking care of himself; so he automatically takes care of you too. but the second you start caring for him, he’s popping boners left and right.

you did his laundry for him: he’s hard. you made him lunch: he’s hard. you wish him luck on his mission and kiss his cheek: he’s hard.

some days he doesn’t even end up leaving the house because he gets to caught up fucking you silly over the kitchen counter LMAO

also his books…

if you read his books without him knowing and then reenact a scene with him, he will lose his mind.

Gai

wearing his clothes…

like if he comes home to see you in his green outfit, or even just his vest or leg warmers. he’s going feral and bending u tf over.

also if you watch him train and compliment his muscles, he will lose it. he loves showing off his strength to you (he’s always picking u up and throwing you over his shoulder hehe) so when you praise him for it he gets weak in the knees.

Jiraiya

everything and anything turns him on…

he loves your perfume. if he smells it in public like at a store or something he will need to excuse himself to the bathroom to fix his ‘little’ problem.

your hair turns him on, your lips turn him on, your voice turns him, shit even your breathing turns him on.

You could just chilling with him on the couch, silently reading before you notice Jiraiya crawling inbetween your legs. “What are you doing?” you would ask, just to get a stupid response from him like: “you were breathing. it was hot.”

And trust, if you try to seduce him or show that you want him in that way, he will genuinely pass tf out.

when he’s really tired and his day has been shitty, just shove your tits in his face and play with his hair. pls 🙏

Naruto

Naruto actually feels quite bad when he gets turned on while you’re doing normal things. it makes him feel like a pervert, like Jiraiya LMAO.

but he can’t help it if you touch his ear or hair.

Naruto never knew he could be so sensitive to a touch like that. but if you brush his hair behind his ear, your finger tips grazing the outer shell of it, he’ll get weak in the knees for sure.

Also pull his hair…trust he likes that.

he also likes watching you train or fight. It turns him on seeing how strong you are. trust he’ll just have smug ass smirk while everyone watches you fight. he’ll probably say smth stupid like: “Yep, that’s my girlfriend.” sitting there with a nasty man spread or smth

also he definitely doesn’t mind if you boss him around. i mean sometimes he’ll pretend that it gets on his nerves (and it definitely did when he was younger) but now that he’s grown he loves that shit 🙏

Sasuke

i feel like sasuke is not a SUPER sexual person. the usual things that turn people on doesn’t really have much of an effect on him….that was until he saw you in a short nurses dress because you and your friends were having a costume party.

sasuke is actually super into like dressing up. Whether it be an outfit like the nurses one, or just a simple lingerie, he goes crazy.

I think that Sasuke likes the teasing foreplay even more than the actual sex part of sex.

like just sit on his lap and tease tf out of him in your little outfit and he’ll lose his mind.

if you ever walk past him in public, nonchalantly lifting your shirt just a bit so he can see the top of your thong…your getting bent tf over in the nearest bathroom.

Kiba

YOU BEING MAD. hear me out.

he will do anything in his power to frustrate you. He’ll tease you, mess up your work, slap your books out of your hands. literally anything to get you to be mad at him.

and his favorite part….when you finally yell at him.

Making him sit down and listen to your lecture. he’ll reply with a smirk and a “yes ma’am!” as he hides his massive boner lmao.

he secretly loves getting bossed around by you, it really gets him going. and he especially loves fucking you until your not mad anymore…

CALL HIM A GOOD BOY AND HIS TAIL WILL BE WAGGIN LMAO

Shikamaru

shikamaru loves lazy days…it gets him going when you act just as lazy as him.

usually your always busy, making him do chores with you and everything. but on those special days where your just as tired, he goes feral.

You’re wearing nothing but some fuzzy socks, little shorts, and his shirt. yeah he’s already gone. and if you want sleepy, lazy sex….he feels as if he died and went to heaven.

also: if you are smarter than him.

like if you win when playing your game against him or Asuna, he would have to hide his flustered face and growing tent in his pants.

he’s not too sure why, but he is really attracted to intelligence.

Lee

EVERYTHING BABE, EVERYTHING

Lee worships the ground you walk on, you are a goddess in his eyes. you don’t even need to do anything and he would be horny for you.

Though I don’t think Lee would ever initiate sex, he would be down for it literally any time you ask.

he really loves when you compliment his strength. like please sit on his back while he does push ups and praise him after each one. he would genuinely pass away lmao

yeah so there isn’t anything specific that turns him on, honestly just the thought that you want him makes Lee turned on

Gaara

like sasuke, i don’t think Gaara is a very sexual person. it quite rare that he want sex.

Though i do believe he LOVES making out. Just sit on his lap and touch each other all over while heavily making out and breathing in each other’s ear…SIGN HIM TF UP.

Though Gaara will get turned on if you try to seduce him. he would definitely be confused as first but after he knows what’s going on he gets all flustered and nervous hehe

Like if you’re leaning close to him, giggling and twirling your hair and stuff. It turns him on knowing that you want HIM of all people

Kankuro

like Kiba, he likes to piss you off.

He’ll purposely kiss you after you put on lipstick and smear the color, running away while laughing as you complain. He’ll smack your ass as you walk by and ‘not know what you’re talking about’ when you tell him to stop. He’ll scare you when you walk past, he’ll bother you, he’ll mess up your hair. But it’s not because he doesn’t like you, it’s quite the opposite.

He likes when you get mad at him. yelling at him and making him apologize or clean up his mess. he likes it trust 🙏

but Kankuro also secretly loved praise and being babied. Like grab his face gently, make him look up at you as your praise him for all his hard work. He would melt.

Thanks for reading!!! feel free to send requests!

[a-griffin-in-the-sky]

Male Pattern Aggression

when a guy shrugs off a woman celebrating something as simple as not shaving her legs with a bored “who cares,” that’s not just casual dismissal. that’s male pattern aggression sneaking in like a snake.

it’s a power move disguised as indifference. the message isn’t “i don’t care,” it’s “your choice, your joy, your body none of it matters to me.” it’s about control, about making sure her expression of freedom feels small, silly, and unworthy of attention.

male pattern aggression loves to weaponize apathy because it’s quieter, sneakier. instead of yelling, it erodes confidence. it gaslights women into thinking their voices and choices are trivial or annoying. it says, “you should care what i think, not what makes you happy.”

so next time you hear that “who cares?” remember—it’s not really about leg hair. it’s about trying to keep her stuck in the cage of not bothering the status quo.

there’s a tired trick where people hear a woman’s poem raw, angry, real and just say, “oh, it’s just edgy,” like that shrinks it down to nothing. like slapping a “too much” sticker on her truth to shove it in a corner.

Calling it “edgy” isn’t a compliment; it’s a shutdown. a way to dodge the uncomfortable message hiding beneath the sharp words and jagged lines. because if they actually heard what she was saying, they might have to reckon with it. And that’s terrifying.

it’s a sneaky form of silencing that whispers: “your pain is performative, your anger is a phase, your voice is background noise.” it’s a way to keep her small, to make her doubt her own power and meaning.

but here’s the truth: edgy is just a code word for uncomfortable, and uncomfortable truths are exactly what the world needs more of. So don’t let them gaslight you into quieting your poem, is fire, not a fad.

when a grown woman gets called “girl” like she’s some clueless kid, that’s not cute or casual that’s a power play. it’s a way of saying “you’re smaller, less serious, less worthy of respect.” it’s the first crack in the foundation of basic human dignity.

Then comes the move where your real, lived concerns get twisted into a “savior complex” like you’re just some crazy person imagining drama. That’s gaslighting, pure and simple. It’s a way to silence your voice and put the focus back on their feelings and control.

And then, oh, the kicker, they brag about trying to get “railed by a dom,” acting like their wants erase your boundaries. That’s male aggression wearing a mask of entitlement. it screams: “my desires matter more than your comfort or consent.”

this is how they keep the power by shrinking you with words, by turning your care into a weapon against you, by ignoring your grown-womanhood and your right to say no.

so when you hear that “girl” and that dismissive bullshit, know this: it’s not about you being “too sensitive” or “overthinking.” it’s about them trying to keep you small, quiet, and under their thumb.

And honestly? watching how some trans activists jump to erase women’s boundaries and gaslight their concerns it’s hard not to see the mirror cracking. sometimes it feels like they’re just MRA activists in disguise, swapping the red pill for rainbow flags but still playing the same old power games. all talk about justice, but at the end of the day? it’s control dressed up as progress. i’d love to have a real conversation honest, open, no bullshit. but here’s the truth: they’re not actually worried about a small minority of people struggling. no, what they really want is to swing their dicks around, flex some power, and make women feel small and guilty for just existing. it’s less about care, more about control. and until that changes? The conversation’s just noise. keep responding if you want every word you type just shows me who you really are. and if you block me? well, that just proves you’re scared. scared of what I say, scared of the truth I’m writing. so go ahead, hide behind that block button. it won’t silence me.

[raekensluver]

Hi! Can you please write something about George and his girlfriend getting into a huge argument ( over what I have no idea🤣) but George gets really mean, they give each other the silent treatment for a while ( not months like a couple of days) then George apologises.

🤣🤣 I hope this makes sense

contains: angst/comfort, established relationship, arguing

george clarke x fem!reader

it had been one of those days. a day that started off with small annoyances and ended in a heated argument neither of you had expected.

it wasn’t even something that should’ve been a big deal. at least, that’s what you told yourself as you stared at the closed door to george’s room. he was still in there, and you were sitting on the couch, arms crossed tightly over your chest, feeling the weight of the words you’d thrown at each other.

it had all started with something stupid. maybe it was the fact that you had asked him to help with something—something you thought was simple enough—but he hadn’t even looked up from his computer. or maybe it was the way he had brushed off your feelings when you were venting about something that had been bothering you. either way, it had spiraled.

you had tried to explain, tried to tell him how his actions were affecting you, but instead of hearing you out, george had gotten defensive. his tone had sharpened, and before you knew it, you were both yelling.

"i don’t get why you’re so mad," george had said, his voice rising. "it’s not like i didn’t hear you."

"that’s not the point!" you had snapped back, your own frustration bubbling over. "i’m just asking you to be there for me, george. that’s all."

and that’s when things had gone too far. george had said something that had stung deep—something that cut right through the thin layers of patience you had left.

"well, maybe if you weren’t always nagging me, i’d actually have time to do things!" he’d yelled, a bitter edge to his words.

those words had hit hard, far harder than he could’ve realized in the heat of the moment. your eyes had filled with tears, but you refused to let him see. you stormed out, slamming the door behind you. and that was it. the silent treatment began.

for the next couple of days, neither of you spoke. george spent most of his time in his room, streaming or working on something—anything to avoid the tension in the air. you busied yourself with distractions, trying to find some way to get the words you wanted to say out without fighting. but there was something blocking you—something that felt like a brick wall between the two of you.

you missed him, and you hated the distance that had suddenly settled in. but you were stubborn. you weren’t the one who had started this mess, after all.

finally, it was george who broke the silence.

it was late one night, when you were curled up on the couch with a blanket, scrolling through your phone, trying to ignore the emptiness in the apartment. the door to the living room creaked open, and you looked up to see george standing there, his usual easygoing expression replaced by something more vulnerable.

“hey,” he started softly, almost hesitantly. “can we talk?”

you didn’t say anything immediately, unsure of what to say. you had been waiting for this moment, but now that it was here, the words seemed to stick in your throat.

“look,” he continued, stepping further into the room, “i’m sorry. i was a dick the other day. i shouldn’t have said what i did. i was frustrated, but that’s no excuse.”

you met his eyes, and for the first time in days, there was a softness in his gaze that made your heart ache.

“i never meant to hurt you,” he added, his voice quiet. “i’m sorry.”

you swallowed hard, the emotions you’d been holding back threatening to spill over. you had missed him so much, but that hurt was still there, lingering. “you really hurt me, george,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “you don’t get how much those words stung.”

he nodded, his expression regretful. “i know. and i wish i could take it back. i didn’t mean for it to go that far, but i should’ve known better. i should’ve listened to you. i’m sorry.”

you sighed, letting the silence stretch between you for a moment. part of you wanted to hold onto your anger, to keep the wall up. but another part of you—your heart—just wanted him back. you wanted to feel close to him again, to feel like you mattered to him the way you always had.

“it’s gonna take some time for me to get over it,” you said softly, your eyes meeting his again. “but i’m willing to try.”

george stepped forward, kneeling in front of you so that he was eye-level with you. he reached for your hand gently, his touch warm against your cool skin. “i’ll do whatever it takes,” he promised, his voice full of sincerity.

you nodded, your heart finally starting to soften. “okay,” you whispered. “but we need to communicate better, george. i need you to listen to me, really listen.”

he smiled, a small but genuine smile, and nodded. “i will. i swear. i’ll do better.”

you gave a small sigh, feeling the weight of the last few days start to lift off your shoulders. you weren’t fully healed yet, but you could feel the cracks starting to form. you didn’t know what the future held, but you knew that, together, you’d figure it out.

“i love you,” george said quietly, squeezing your hand. “i’m so sorry for everything.”

“i love you too,” you replied, your voice trembling slightly. “just… don’t forget how much i care, okay?”

“i won’t,” he promised, leaning in to kiss your forehead softly. “i won’t forget.”

and just like that, the tension started to fade, and the space between you two began to close. it wouldn’t be easy, but it was a start. and sometimes, that’s all you needed to find your way back to each other.

[mocchiixxx]

Words in Ruin Series # | 12 : Chwe Hansol (Vernon) 🐢

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Healing, Miscommunication

Warnings: Shouting, emotional breakdown, crying, comfort and reconciliation

Summary: Vernon is usually the laid-back, composed type, preferring quiet moments over the chaos of fame. But the constant pressure and never-ending schedule have begun to break him down. One evening, after a particularly exhausting day, he takes out his frustrations on you, and the harsh words cut deeper than he intended. Regret comes quickly, but it’s hard to undo the hurt.

You stared at the clock for what must've been the tenth time. It was almost midnight, and Vernon still wasn’t home.

The food on the table had long since gone cold. You sighed, setting down your phone after reading the same message you'd sent him two hours ago:

“Are you okay? I’m worried.” No reply.

Then finally, the door creaked open.

You sat up immediately. “Hansol?”

Vernon walked in with heavy steps. He looked exhausted. His shoulders slumped like the weight of the world was dragging him down. He didn’t even glance at you as he took off his shoes and dropped his bag by the door.

“You’re late,” you said quietly, trying to keep your tone light. “I made dinner.”

“I already ate,” he muttered.

You paused. “Oh. Okay…”

You stood there awkwardly for a second, unsure of what to do. His voice had been cold, not like Vernon at all. He moved past you and walked straight to the bedroom.

You followed after him, your steps tentative.

“Did something happen?” you asked gently. “You didn’t text back. I was worried.”

He let out a sigh as he threw his hoodie onto a chair. “Why does everything have to be a problem?”

Your brows furrowed. “It’s not a problem, I’m just worried about you…”

“Well, don’t be. I’m fine.” He finally looked at you, but his eyes were hard, tired. “Can you just, I don't know, stop treating me like I’m going to break all the time?”

The sting in his words made you take a step back. “I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.”

“I know,” he said sharply, then ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “I know. I just… I just want silence. For one night.”

“But bottling everything up doesn’t help you either,” you replied softly. “You don’t talk to me anymore, Hansol. I miss you, even when you're right in front of me.”

He scoffed. “Right, because I’m the problem again.”

You blinked, your throat tightening. “That’s not what I said…”

“You didn’t have to.” His voice rose. “I get it. You want me to be this perfect version of myself all the time. I’m tired, okay? Tired of everything, tired of the constant pressure, the noise, the expectations. And now I come home, and it feels like I can’t even breathe here either!”

You flinched. He never yelled. Not like this.

“Is that what I am to you now? Noise?” you whispered.

He immediately looked away, guilt flashing in his eyes. “That’s not what I meant…”

“But that’s what you said.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” he snapped. “I’m sorry I’m not who you want me to be right now.”

You shook your head, your voice cracking. “I don’t want you to be anyone else, Hansol. I want you. But you won’t let me in anymore. You come home, shut me down, and you act like I’m part of the chaos you’re trying to escape from.”

“I don’t mean to,” he whispered. “It’s just... e-everything’s too much.”

“Then why not talk to me about it?” you asked, pleading now. “Why push me away?”

“Because if I start talking, I’m scared I won’t stop,” he confessed, voice shaking. “I’m scared I’ll break down and you’ll see how weak I really am.”

You stared at him, tears building. “Do you really think I’d walk away if you cried? Do you think I’m only here for the version of you that’s calm and composed?”

He didn’t answer.

You took a step closer, voice softer now. “Let me carry some of this with you. Let me be the one safe space you don’t have to pretend in.”

He finally looked at you again, and his expression broke your heart. His walls were crumbling. Slowly, painfully.

“I had a panic attack in the bathroom today,” he admitted. “During a break between takes. No one noticed. I just… I washed my face and kept going like nothing happened.”

“Oh, Hansol…” You reached out, but he stepped back.

“And it’s not the first time,” he said bitterly. “Every day feels like I’m suffocating. Every smile I force feels like a lie. I come home and I want to collapse, but then I see you waiting for me and I feel like I’m failing you, too.”

“You’re not failing me,” you said immediately. “You’re hurting. That’s not failure.”

He finally broke down, his voice trembling. “I don’t know how to be okay anymore.”

You pulled him into your arms, and this time, he didn’t resist. He held onto you like he was drowning.

“I’ve got you,” you whispered, rubbing his back. “You don’t have to be okay right now. You just have to let yourself feel.”

He clung to you tightly. “I’m scared.”

“I know. But I’m not going anywhere.”

His shoulders trembled as the tears finally spilled, quiet, broken sobs that had been buried for too long. You held him through it, letting him release every emotion he’d bottled up.

“I’m sorry for yelling,” he mumbled into your shoulder. “I didn’t mean to take it out on you.”

“I know,” you said gently. “It hurt, but I know you didn’t mean it. I forgive you.”

He pulled back just slightly, brushing his fingers along your face, now wet with your own tears. “I don’t deserve you.”

“You do,” you said, smiling through the tears. “And you always will.”

He let out a shaky laugh, his forehead leaning against yours. “What would I do without you?”

“You’ll never have to find out,” you whispered.

You guided him to the couch, wrapping a blanket around his shoulders. He leaned into your side, head resting on your chest, hand gripping yours tightly.

And for the first time in a long while, Vernon allowed himself to rest, not as an idol, not as a perfect image, but as a person. A broken, healing, loved person.

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[chadobi]

“Heavy Lies the Mask”

Bayverse Leonardo x Reader

Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Argument, Romantic Tension

Warnings: Emotional vulnerability, arguing, slight swearing, comfort, Leo being a stubborn emotionally constipated turtle

The lair was too quiet.

The kind of quiet that followed a verbal explosion, with everyone retreating to their corners to nurse bruised egos and emotions. You could still feel the burn of the tension that had ripped through the team earlier like a live wire. Donatello was holed up in his lab. Mikey hadn’t even tried to be funny when you passed him. Raph had punched a hole in the wall. Again.

And Leonardo was in the dojo, alone.

You stood in the doorway, watching him go through his katas—fluid, sharp, angry. Every movement was just a bit too aggressive. Every strike snapped like a whip, like he was trying to beat the air into submission.

“Rough night?” you asked, leaning against the frame.

He didn’t look at you. “Go home, Y/N.”

“No.”

His jaw twitched. “I’m not in the mood right now.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” you said, walking in. “You yelled at your brothers like they were soldiers in a boot camp. Even Mikey looked scared, and that never happens.”

“They weren’t taking anything seriously,” Leo snapped, stopping mid-swing. “Do you want to tell me how I’m supposed to plan a patrol when Raph argues with everything, Donnie keeps fact-checking me, and Mikey acts like it’s a damn game?”

“They’re trying, Leo. You just didn’t give them a chance to breathe.”

“I gave them direction,” he said stiffly, “and they threw it in my face.”

You crossed your arms. “That’s because you gave orders, not guidance. There’s a difference.”

He turned, finally looking at you—and his eyes were sharp. “So now this is my fault?”

“I didn’t say that,” you shot back. “But maybe you should stop acting like the only one whose opinion matters. You talk like they’re below you.”

“I am the leader.”

“Yeah? Then act like it.” Your voice rose before you meant it to. “Because right now you’re acting like a dictator who’s pissed nobody bowed down.”

Leo’s shoulders rose with a sharp inhale. “You have no idea what kind of pressure I’m under. I have to keep them safe. I have to think ten steps ahead so that one of them doesn’t get stabbed, or shot, or caught—”

“You think they don’t know that?” you snapped. “You think they don’t feel the same fear every time they go topside? You’re not the only one putting your life on the line, Leo. But you act like their safety is all on you. That’s not leadership. That’s martyrdom.”

The words hung in the air like broken glass, and for a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then, more quietly, you said, “You’re their leader. Not their boss. They follow you because they trust you, not because they’re forced to.”

He exhaled, like the words deflated something in him.

“I’m trying,” he said finally. “But if I don’t take control, everything falls apart.”

“No,” you said, stepping closer, voice softer now. “If you don’t let go, you fall apart. And they need you whole, Leo. Not just standing, but present. Human.”

“I’m not—”

“You know what I mean.”

He looked away, jaw clenched tight, like he hated how right you sounded. Like it hurt to be seen this clearly.

You reached out and gently touched his arm. “I know you carry more than your share. I see how hard you try. But you push everyone away when things get tough—including me.”

That hit deeper than you expected. His gaze flicked back to you, and something raw surfaced in his expression.

“I didn’t mean to push you away,” he said, voice barely audible. “But I can’t let myself fall apart. If I do, who’s left to keep us together?

“You don’t have to be made of stone to be strong, Leo.” You stepped closer, reaching for his hand. “You can lean on people. On me.”

He looked down at your intertwined fingers, something shifting behind his eyes. Shame, maybe. Gratitude. A little fear.

“I don’t know how to do that,” he admitted. “Not really.”

You smiled faintly. “Good news: you don’t have to know. You just have to try.”

He let out a long breath, like he’d been holding it for days. Then, slowly, his fingers curled around yours.

“I really screwed things up tonight,” he murmured.

“Not beyond fixing,” you said gently. “But you should talk to them. Not as their leader. As their brother.”

He nodded. A pause, then: “Do you think they hate me right now?”

“They’re pissed,” you said honestly. “But they love you. That’s why it hurts when you act like this. You matter too much to them.”

Leo swallowed hard and glanced at you again. His expression had softened—no longer that tightly-wound leader you’d walked in on. Just Leo. A little lost, but not alone.

“Do you hate me?” he asked quietly.

You stepped forward and gently rested your forehead against his. “Not even a little,” you whispered. “But don’t make me fight you just to be there for you, okay?”

He chuckled softly—a small, tired sound. “I’ll try.

“Good.” You kissed the edge of his jaw, light and warm. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

[sturniololuvz]

I meant can you do one where the sister and one of the triplets get into a  physical fight and make up in the end 😭😭😭

“What Have I Done?”

The house had been tense for days.

Y/N had been more distant, short-tempered, staying holed up in her room. Matt, already stressed from filming and everything else on his plate, didn’t take it well.

It was late — almost 11 PM — when it happened.

Y/N came into the kitchen, grabbed the last can of Sprite from the fridge, and Matt, tired and wired and ready to explode, snapped.

��Really? That’s mine,” he muttered.

Y/N turned, annoyed. “You didn’t write your name on it.”

“It’s not about the can, Y/N. You’ve been acting like a selfish little kid for weeks.”

“Because I drank a soda?” she scoffed.

“No. Because you don’t talk to anyone. You treat this house like it’s a hotel. You ignore us until you need something.”

“Maybe if you weren’t always yelling or treating me like garbage, I’d want to be around you!”

Matt stood up fast. “You don’t get to flip this on me. We’ve all been trying, and all you do is shut us out and act like a brat.”

Y/N’s voice cracked. “I’m trying, Matt. You don’t even know what I’m going through.”

Matt stepped closer. “Then say something. Don’t act like the world revolves around your silence.”

And then she pushed him — not hard, but enough to say back off.

Matt didn’t think.

He pushed her back — harder.

Her back slammed into the edge of the counter with a painful thud.

Chris and Nick stormed in the second they heard it.

“Matt!” Chris shouted, grabbing him and yanking him back. “What the hell did you do?!”

Y/N stumbled forward, tears falling instantly, holding her side where she’d hit. Her whole face was red, body shaking.

Nick rushed to her. “Y/N—hey, hey, are you okay?”

She looked up at Matt with this hollow, betrayed look. “You hit me.”

“I didn’t mean—” Matt’s voice cracked. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

She didn’t answer. She turned and ran upstairs.

The door slammed so loud it made everyone flinch.

⸻

Matt couldn’t sleep that night. None of them could.

Chris finally sat down on the couch beside him, both of them staring at the dark TV screen.

“You need to fix it,” Chris said. “Not just because it was wrong. But because you broke her, Matt.”

Matt’s voice was small. “I know.”

⸻

The next morning, Matt knocked softly on her door. No answer. He opened it anyway.

She was curled up on her bed, eyes puffy from crying, headphones in.

“Y/N,” he said, barely above a whisper.

She pulled one earbud out but didn’t look at him.

“I messed up,” he said. “I messed up so bad. And I don’t care what your reasons were for being distant or quiet or angry — I never should’ve touched you. I scared you. I hurt you. And I’m so, so sorry.”

Her lip trembled. “You didn’t even ask what was wrong.”

He stepped closer, cautiously. “Tell me now. Please. Let me be the big brother I should’ve been.”

She finally looked at him.

And when she burst into tears, Matt didn’t hesitate — he wrapped his arms around her, holding her as she sobbed into his shoulder.

“I didn’t mean to be distant,” she cried. “I just didn’t want to burden you.”

“You’re never a burden,” Matt whispered. “You’re my sister. And I’m never laying a hand on you again.”

Nick peeked in quietly and smiled when he saw them together. Chris, behind him, exhaled a breath of relief.

The house was finally starting to heal.

⸻

[growth-opportunities]

"If I'm stumped on this question, and I always think better after a stretch, I really don't see the issue here whether or not I'm on the growth team and the other students felt "disrupted" or whatever. That's their own problem."

Vice Principal Steadland's tirade amused Alyssa as she sat back in her chair. She couldn't exactly fold her arms over her chest, so instead she tucked them underneath her bust, lifting her head-sized tits just enough to make them properly bulge out of her tank top. A sly smirk settled onto her lips, watching Steadland make himself red in the face, both from shouting and from his tacit acknowledgement of exactly what he was talking about. The remaining hair he had was turning grey and it was obvious that, as his blush crept upward, he didn't find himself the most comfortable talking about his student's breasts.

Shifting slightly in her seat, Alyssa decided to have her fun with her teacher. In some ways, growing her breasts slowly was more difficult than trying to push herself to grow as much and as quickly as possible, but there was a reason why Alyssa was the school's star competitor. She bit the inside of her cheek as the feeling of growing once again bloomed in her chest, feeling her clothes get tighter by the second. Her bra shifted, the cups pushed back by her swelling breasts. A bit of arousal started to tint her cheeks, but Alyssa marshalled her focus and did everything she could to keep her expression neutral. It was hard, especially when Steadland's gaze kept flicking down to her chest, threatening to derail his train of thought until, finally, he caught onto what was going on.

"I- Ms. Florence, would you please take this seriously?"

A haughty laugh jiggled Alyssa's chest. She leaned forward, slapping her knees and letting her tits squish against her thighs. "Listen, sir. We both know nothing is really going to happen to me here. Stretching for me involves growing my tits," Alyssa shimmied her shoulders, making her breasts bounce, "and my ass." Her hands came around and smacked her rear. "And that's why we've brought home more trophies in the last two years than our athletic department has earned in the decade prior. We're two weeks away from Regionals, and unless you want to jeopardize the quality of the only team this school has that's worth a damn-"

"Ms. Florence!"

Alyssa held up a hand. "I said what I said. You're not gonna do a thing to me. It's not my fault that people get distracted by body parts. I'm not in violation of the dress code. I'm not making any noise. I haven't broken any rules. So, unless there's anything else you want to yell at me for, I have classes to get back to." Alyssa stood and turned towards the door, giving her hips a bit of extra sway as she left. Steadland might be a prick, but he still deserves a parting gift.

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

The original post was more so a response and complaint to how many people will brush off Jason's account of being forced to dye his hair for Bruce in Morrison's run! While I can't say it was the intended reading of precrisis, it was very much how I read it- and what the Morrison run is going for (or at least, going for Jason believing it- at bare minimum going for jason lying with some truth but that's boring) (to clarify also i do still hate the Morrison run its just this specific moment) people tend to just brush it off as oh bruce would never do that or say Jason is being dramatic and lying, and it's the brushing off I take issue like!! There's basis!! Please!! There's basis!!!! This is not some nothing that was pulled out for edgy points!!!

Stop dogging on the most compelling part!! That as well also exists as a clear in text statement of Bruce having some failing for this! stop defending Bruce!!! Awah!!! (yelling for fun)

I understand he made every decision of his own accord! I even gave the comic a check over just now. A surface simply out of boredom. But there really is something I love chewing on about him doing it for Bruce's attention. I do fully agree that Jason acts for Bruce's attention. (And he doesn't know yet how much he hates being mistaken for Dick as this is the first Robin appearance, unfortunately for Jason, being Robin is deeply successful in getting Bruce's attention, poor guy)

He tries to distance them at first, but I think he loses his own ground once Robin permission is granted. Though very admittedly view on Bruce is nebulous and different for everyone + plus I need to reread all of precrisis again soon. It's hard to say fully i think, as this point in Jason's story does get kinda brushed off once it wraps up, and it's seeds are more focused on Jason not liking comparison versus Bruce himself. Though there is something to be said with how (post crisis i believe?) Bruce admits to Dick that he adopted Jason because he missed Dick, that also fuels alot for me

I don't think its masterminding or Bruce does it intentionally I think he just sorta does things and doesn't think of or imagine consequences for it! He's not trying, per se, to make Dick 2.0, its like... dressing your kid up in handmedowns and basking in how cute they are and remind you of your favorite and comparing while like, giving that child so many complexes about themselves. I dont think that made much sense,the important part is the first sentence where I very very do not think Bruce does this intentionally. I don't feel it too great a leap in reading either

My point is that Bruce is comparing Jason's situation (not having his own hero identity and being seen as and compared to another) and Bruce and Dick's situation (having their own hero identites that they can't reveal their civilian identities for) they're rather blatantly separate things. I do enjoy what you're saying on its Bruce trying to parent and misunderstanding Jason, I think it even fits in

It's especially bad thinking about post and Jason's death- I love mixing pre and post in my interpretations- and how outside the hero community he wasn't known as a separate Robin. Jason had no identity of his own and he died without one- he died unknown- to the outside world in these comics the robin lineup goes from Dick to Tim. It's important to me that Jason has the same costume as Dick, AND all the others get to be different later as Batman learns from that particular mistake. It. Goes without saying that this wasn't in the cards when the ego gratification speech was written- but as we have the full deck these days it's fun to play with them

Yes! Jason does alot for Bruce's attention! There is a point where when he goes back to the circus and is bored- thinking of vigilantism. The mask beckons, it is too late for him now. But absolutely absolutely I do think being a sidekick/partner to Jason is highly connected to being with Bruce. No one can be close to Bruce unless theyre apart of the nightlife, of which the comics make clear

Initially dying his hair was on his own, I was imagining Bruce making Jason continue dying his hair. And not in a way Bruce will see as intentional either, Jason is Robin now he needs to look the part- or won't people notice that Robin and Jason are showing their roots at the same time? It's for safety to keep dying. Etc etc. Or simply never encouraging Jason to stop or acknowledging his natural hair color. A whole host of things that could be that we don't see because pre-crisis itself just sorta ignores Jason is constantly dying his hair too TwT

Jason is excited about the suit, because no matter what he does look up to Robin and Dick himself, it also shows Dick's approval for him. Dick also encourages him to try it on. I dont think he was fully focused on Bruce in the moment, and There's not really a moment to breathe and deny it. But I do see you

I feel you put too much stress on Jason choosing Robin, as one was to prove himself and other was a gift. But it's fair enough to say. I do think my reading here still exists on the surface as the combination of Jason seeking approval and Bruce outright comparing Jason to Dick n having such ease on the first official outing. I mean Jason saying he wants pants whenever he's out in the cold can easily just be a throwaway line and not mean Jason is under a belief he's not allowed to change the suit, but its so much juicer to make it deeper

I see you I understand on how my view may not really be an outright and textual thing, certainly not anything in panel. (But I made this post because people already throw out the very IDEA of Bruce forcing Jason like this at all 😔 I'm fighting for it to not be talked about as some baseless Morrison garbage)

I cannot stress enough that Bruce did make Jason dye his hair like that IS a thing it wasn't completely out of left field made up by Morrison. I love complaining about Morrison's Jason but that aspect is literally from precrisis as many details about that Jason are

No, there is not an explicit panel of Bruce going "well hey you have to have black hair to be my son, fuck you". But the whole thing is that Jason is not allowed to have his own hero identity and that the general public and villians arent supposed to know there's a new Robin, which, pretty heavily implies he's meant to look like Dick as Robin. If Jason isn't allowed to give the costume pants (or at least, made to feel like he can't change that aspect), then yeah, he's gonna have to keep up dying his hair too

[lampridius]

Anaxa and/or any man of your choice w/ a reader who has borderline pd? I feel like he'd actually be careful about it? /nf

𝙃𝙎𝙍 𝙈𝙀𝙉 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝘽𝙊𝙍𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙀 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙔 𝘿𝙄𝙎𝙊𝙍𝘿𝙀𝙍 (𝘽𝙋𝘿) ᯓ★ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: anaxa ᯓ★ rules | masterlist | 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 ᯓ★ 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ᯓ★ 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀:

#𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗫𝗔

you hate this part - the aftermath. the raw edge of the storm. you’ve cried too hard or yelled too fast, pulled too close or pushed too far. maybe all in the span of an hour. it doesn’t even matter what started it. sometimes it’s real. sometimes it’s a ghost in your head whispering that everyone leaves, eventually. even him.

you’re curled into yourself, chest tight, fists clenched in frustration or shame or both. your voice is hoarse from trying to explain a feeling even you don’t fully understand. it comes out messy. desperate. too much. always too much.

and anaxa…

he doesn’t flinch.

he never has.

he sits across from you, not saying anything at first. just watching, quiet but steady. not like he’s judging - more like he’s measuring the moment. like he’s figuring out what part of you needs holding and what part just needs space to breathe.

finally, he speaks. not gently, not with condescension, but with this grounded tone that never wavers.

“you do know i’m not going anywhere, right?”

you don’t answer. you don’t believe it. not really. not deep down. even if he means it now, what if he won’t tomorrow? what if you mess it all up and scare him off?

he must read that in your eyes, because he shifts forward - close, but never pushing.

“i do not bother with saying things i don’t mean,” he adds. “so if i say i’m here, i am. even when it’s undesirable. even when you feel like the world’s caving in and taking you with it.”

you swallow. your chest feels like it’s splintering open, not from hurt, but from relief so sharp it almost aches.

“you don’t scare me,” he says. “you overwhelm yourself faster than anyone i’ve ever seen. but i know it’s due to you feeling everything too much. not because you are broken.”

he’s not here to fix you. not here to patch over the cracks or smooth the sharp edges. he’s just here. with arms that stay open even when you flinch away. with words that don’t try to minimize your panic or rationalize your fears.

he doesn’t get tired of reminding you - again and again - that he’s not leaving. even when you ask him five different ways. even when you’re so afraid of losing him that you almost push him to go, just to see if he’ll stay.

he always does.

when the panic ebbs and you finally let your head drop to his shoulder, breathing shaky and raw, he wraps an arm around you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“you do not have to earn my care,” he says, voice low and steady. “you earned it long ago. you just have to let me be here.”

and he is.

for all the quiet, aching parts of you.

he stays.

©𝗖𝗢𝗣𝗬𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 ● @lampridius 2025

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Title thing: rollercoster? (I honestly don’t know if it’s 2 words or 1) I got the idea from the fact that Minho is scared of heights.

Also me too girly, I CANNOT take any sort of rollercosters.😔 and I call my friends crazy for liking them.

rollercoaster:

a/n: this is a drabble! this is the result of the lucky draw sorta thing i had hehe

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 drabble 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

warnings: mentions of panic, rollercoasters and detailed fear

it really wasn’t supposed to be him. it should’ve been someone else. but jisung was too much of a baby to go on the rollercoaster alone and everyone else had just eaten. 

minho had approached the line with visible discomfort, sidling up next to hannie, who was trying a breathing exercise. 

“ah—hyung!” jisung had turned in shock. “you don’t have to…i know you don’t like them. let’s just go later.” and jisung had made to leave, but minho insisted. he hadn’t wanted to ruin his dongsaeng’s fun. 

and now he was regretting it as the lady explained kindly how to pull down the bar. minho was not feeling confident and he was really regretting his decision as jisung nervously asked the lady if they were really that secure. 

and the beginning was fine. sungie had enjoyed it immensely and was now happily waiting for the drop. and they were rising. minho squeezed his eyes shut as jisung yelled and shouted and threw his arms up like all the other people on the coaster. 

and they stopped. 

and minho made the grave mistake of peeking an eye open just as the coaster dropped. 

the screech that ripped out of him couldn’t even be classified as human as he gripped the bar and prayed it was over. jisung screamed happily and seeing minho’s pale, panic-ridden face, he grabbed the older’s hand and gripped it tightly. 

minho felt like his soul was leaving his body, and he was screaming louder than anyone on the coaster. he couldn’t give a flying fuck considering he was currently flying through the air faster than a jet engine. 

jisung was whooping as the drop finished and minho slumped in his seat, glad it was over. 

until it began moving again. backwards. 

“oh no—oh no SUNG-AH!!” minho screamed as the coaster dipped and then shot up from behind before stopping there, in the middle of the ascend back through the drop. 

everyone slumped forward due to the gravity of being dangled there in midair and, looking down, minho felt like he was gonna faint. jisung was ecstatic about this part, yelling in a mix of disbelief and excitement. 

minho cracked. 

hot, wet tears spilled down his face and he wanted nothing more than to just get out of there. 

the drop began midway and minho’s guttural howl was lost to the wind as they zoomed towards the end. finally. 

jisung, buzzing with adrenaline, was stammering in shock and awe. minho, meanwhile, was half slumped over his seat, panting hard, pale as hell. 

the others rushed over laughing and jisung helped minho out, letting out a surprised “whoa!” as minho’s legs gave out like jelly against him. 

that’s when everyone noticed the tears. 

“oh—” jisung startled. “oh, hyung, i’m so sorry…hey, are you okay? come on, let’s sit down.”

minho graciously let himself be led to a nearly park bench. the others gathered around him, and minho could see how concerned they were. 

he felt numb with adrenaline, legs trembling. hot, frightened, fast tears slipped down his face, pale with exhaustion. the one ride had zapped all of his energy. 

chan was on him in an instant. “hey, minho-yah, you’re okay. it’s all over now…”

minho groaned softly, sighing as hyunjin plopped down next to him, smoothing his hair down and pulling his hyung against him, letting min’s head rest on his arm. 

and minho was babbling softly, rambling as his voice cracked and he stammered. “a-and it was so scary—they pulled b-backwards…”

jisung watched guiltily as they drove home, and once they got there minho resigned to the couch. he was still pale with fear. 

“hyung-ah, i’m sorry…” jisung sat down hard next to minho. he gulped gently. it felt like there was a knot in his throat. 

“it’s okay, sungie,” minho responded softly, his hand reaching out to grab the younger’s. “you told me i didn’t have to come but i did anyway, so this is on me.”

and jisung hugged him tight. and then dug his fingers right into minho’s sides. what? when an opportunity presents itself…

minho squealed, his arms shooting down to jisung’s wrists and holding them. bad mistake. jisung wrestled out of his grip, grabbed both hands and pinned them above minho’s head. 

minho gaped, finding himself completely helpless as his back pressed against the couch as jisung gleefully plopped down on his thighs. 

“you ready?”

sungie didn’t even wait for minho to respond, happily going right for minho’s hips, a horrible spot, digging in with his thumbs in circular motions. 

minho howled, head flying back as he screeched with laughter, his eyes scrunching into crescents instantly. 

“SUHUHUNG AAHHAHAHAHHA!!” 

“yes, hyung?” jisung replied cheekily, grinning as minho cackled wildly, his hands shooting down to grab at the younger’s. 

“thahahaHAHAHATS UNFAHAHAIR!!” 

“what is? i’m cheering you up!” jisung retorted, his eyes cheery as he slid up minho’s sides and right into the older’s armpits. 

minho wheezed out a silent laugh as jisung’s thumbs kneaded in rhythmic motions, making dudududusounds. he pressed in as much as he could with the dancer’s arms clamped down. 

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!” minho choked on a silent squeal, laughing his head off, and he was practically hysterical. “STAHAHAP STOP PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

and jisung slowly eased off just as the first few tears slipped down minho’s cheeks, this time from laughter. 

“what if we just tickle you on the rollercoaster next time? would that ease you up?~” jisung teased, yelping as minho, red-faced and blushing, threw a pillow at his head. 

“i’m not going on that stupid coaster again!” minho retorted, and jisung laughed as he imitated minho’s panicked screaming. 

earning yet again, another pillow to the face. 

ignore how choppy the transitioning is i wrote this in the plane 😭

[sacrilegesummer]

Wet, Hot, American Nights - Part 3

Come on Eileen

summary: After arriving at your remote cliffside campsite, Nancy and Jonathon have a favor to ask you and Steve, pushing you beyond what you're comfortable doing. After unexpectedly inspiring Steve to push beyond his comfort zone, he starts to open up to you more, but the signs still feel mixed. Or maybe you're overthinking. warnings: flirting, wide open water, cliff jumping, mention of wild animals, cussing, cussing, heights, ‘only one bed’ trope, but for camping a/n: I am still VERY nervous pls be kind to me. I am trying to not describe the reader in any way besides age and gender, but if there's something written that feels like projecting a certain look, pls lmk and I will edit/fix it for the future:) hi sorry this took me so long life has been crazy lmao, bf is away for the summer so with nothing else to do this will take more priority in my life <3 Also the title names mean almost nothing, just a general vibe…

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After an hour voyage across the lake, traversing rapids in your small shitty canoes, and a mile and half portage with all of your things in hand, Cabins 6 and 11 finally made it to the designated camp site. Your campers fall down in a well-deserved huff. You were shocked, you didn’t hear a single complaint from any of them, not even a peep. In fact, they almost seemed to be enjoying the hard work. You let them have some time to settle as Nancy and Jonathon began to start a fire for dinner, while Steve unpacked the food. You place your bags by your tent bag, two lifeguard tubes near the edge of Jumping Rock (the cliff side), and immediately hang a rope in a tree to hang the bear bag later in the night. You learned your lesson during the first Site Night to hang the rope before it got dark. Thinking of the dark, you hollered to the kids behind you, “You’ll be setting up your own tent, so don’t let it get too late!” 

A chorus of groans followed your announcement, and Steve yelled back, “No dessert if your tent isn’t set up by the time dinner’s ready!”

You smirked at him, thankful for the backup. Nancy and Jonathon were too preoccupied to pay attention to you and Steve. 

“Steve…” you drew out, “if I cook your hobo stew, will you put up mine and Nancy’s tent?”

He grimaced at you, “I don’t know, I think I’ll need something else,” he eyes you playfully. “How about… You help me lifeguard the cliff and cook dinner, and I’ll put up your tent,” he said, sticking out his hand to strike the deal.

“Deal!” you shook his hand excitedly. Pitching the tents was your least favorite Site Night task. 

_ _ _

Your campers gathered around Jonathon’s hastily made campfire as you finished cooking dinner, all the tents were set up perfectly, girls on one side, boys on the other, with counselor tents on a hill, somewhat centered between the two. You let the girls giggle and gossip with each other, pleased to see them tolerating one another. You and your fellow counselors were further back on a picnic table, chowing down on your stew, talking about everything and anything related to camp. 

“Oh, by the way, you guys,” Nancy started, and looked between you and Steve bashfully, “Jonathon and I have a question for you.”

“Yeah, what’s up?” you said in between mouthfuls.

“Would you guys mind if…” her voice got low, “if Jonathon and I shared a tent tonight? You can say no,” she added quickly. 

You looked at Steve, your face contorting uncomfortably. Sure, you and Steve were friends, but you were just becoming friends, and the last time you shared a tent, you also shared it with a dozen other people. Before you could say no, Steve almost yelled-

“Yes!” His face grew red and he looked at you, a couple of times, quickly saying, “If you’re okay with that. I think it’d be really fun,” Steve said with so much sincerity, you couldn’t possibly say no. 

“Of course, that sounds fun. Just don’t have too much fun, you two,” you winked at the couple. 

Jonathan scoffed at that, “You’re disgusting, there are children here,” he mocked you. “Isn’t it time for a cabin activity? A little… cliff jumping?” Jonathan cringed as he said it, clearly hating the idea of it, but it was something both sets of camper’s had been talking about since checking ‘Jumping Rock’ out. You knew he’d be just fine though, he and Nancy would be at the top making sure everyone had shoes and lifejackets on.

“You know it,” Steve smirked at his co-counselor. He leaned back towards the campers, “Okay, guys! Swimsuits on in 10 if you want to cliff jump!” Steve gestured to you and himself and added, “We’ll be waiting for you guys in the water!”

He hopped up off the table and tried to pull you along, “Come on!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” you laughed, tossing your sweatshirt onto the picnic table, and then ran towards the edge, both of your lifeguard tubes waiting for you.

You stepped out of your shorts and threw them aside in a place you would remember them. You were in your favorite one piece, a blue one piece with red lining all around the edges. Athletic and flattering, you looked good. You looked over to Steve to ask who should go first, but he was already looking at you. This time, he didn’t look away, but he did make quick eye contact. He raised his eyebrows at you questioningly, his face growing warm. “What’s up?” he squeaked out. 

“Do you wanna go first?” you gestured towards the edge of the cliff. It was about 30 feet until the surface of the water, and another 20 before the bottom of the lake, but from up here it might as well have been a mile jump. You loved the excitement, though, the adrenaline rush wasn’t even your favorite part. It was the feeling of free-falling, the weightlessness of it all, and the wind against your skin and through your hair. It was incredible, and you couldn’t wait to go, but you wanted to give Steve a fair chance of going first. 

He looked over the edge and laughed nervously, “That’s all you,” and took a step back. He gave a fake cough and said, “I’ve never actually… I don’t really like heights,” he explained. “I might take the path down…” he trailed off, looking towards the tiny overgrown path that led down to the bank. 

 You nodded understandingly and placed a hand on his arm, “Of course, I’ll meet you down there.” You faced forward, the sun was just beginning to set over the lake, and you took it in for a moment. You looked back at Steve and smiled, “It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?” hand still on his bicep.

“Totally,” Steve responded, “beautiful,” his eyes flashed between you and the sunset. His eyes dropped to your hand as you removed it from his arm, missing the warmth, even in 80-degree weather.

You took a deep breath, clutching onto your lifeguard tube that was under your left arm, and glanced back at Steve again for reassurance. Anxiety and excitement bubbling in your chest. The lake was like a perfect mirror to the beautiful sunset, and you took a few steps back. Not wasting another moment, you took off running towards the edge. The sun in your eyes and your hair bouncing wildly, Steve couldn’t believe he was the only one to witness this. He was completely mesmerized, staring at you as you ran off the edge. The moment you lose the ground underneath you, you let go of your tube, arms flailing. You couldn’t help the excited scream and hysterical laughter that left your mouth. 

The water was freezing, and the shock of the cold water made it hard to breathe for a moment, but once your face hit the surface, you laughed again. “Steve!” the first words out of your mouth instantly, “You gotta try it!” 

His head peeked over the edge, and you heard his laugh echo across the lake. “Give me some room!” he yelled as his head pulled away, taking some steps back. It was silent for over a minute (you checked your watch). Suddenly, you heard the pounding of his feet and saw his legs sprawl out as they left the rock. He let out a scream that sounded more akin to a horror flick than a joyous occasion. As his body cut through the water, his tube pulled him back to the surface. He came up sputtering and laughing even more hysterically. 

“I can’t believe I just did that. I’ve never done that! I never even jumped off the swings as a kid! Holy shit! I can’t believe you made me do that!” Steve rambled, his eyes wide with adrenaline.

“Made you? I didn’t do anything, that was all you! You should be proud of yourself!” you yelled back, despite being only a few feet away from each other. 

“I would have never done that if you weren’t here. I’d be a stickler up at the top like Nancy and Jon. Oh my god,” he threw his head back and laughed. “I can’t believe it, that was awesome.”

You found yourself staring at him again, for what felt like the hundredth time in the last few hours, you couldn’t help it. He swung his head around and began to swim towards you, his large arms stretching and moving himself forward impressively fast, until he was right within your personal space. You both were treading water, your tubes long forgotten. 

“You’re like, really really awesome, you know that?” You looked into his big brown eyes, your face fawning a bit, touched by his compliment. 

“Steve, that’s-”

The sound of screaming cut you off abruptly, and you remembered you were supposed to be guarding lives in the water, not staring into Steve Harrington’s doe eyes and gentle smile. Not counting the freckles and moles on his face, brought out even more by the summer sun, you were supposed to be watching your campers.

Your campers were crying your name, over and over, “I can’t do it!” Courtney yells. 

Yvonne screams even louder, “What if I die?” which causes all the other girls to scream. 

Nancy has her ears covered while you scream back, “You won’t die! Just run and jump, you big babies!”

One by one, you watched your (irritating but) wonderful girls encourage each other, support one another, and eventually gather the courage to jump. It was such a beautiful moment to watch. Courtney went first; she was quite the leader, and this impressed you beyond belief. Steve’s cabin wasn’t much better, but they were petrified with fear until finally, Wade took the literal leap of faith. By the time the kids had all gone up and down three times, it was getting dark, and you and Steve decided to call it quits. 

Alisha begged, “Can we please do the polar plunge here tomorrow?”

“Maybe,” Steve said seriously. It would be a polar plunge, and it meant they all were going to be soaking wet the entire way home, which usually led to some health issues in campers you all wanted to avoid. 

You and Steve pulled up the rear of the group, trudging along silently from exhaustion. Not a bad silence, in fact, quite a pleasant silence. You pushed Steve’s arm to let him know you were deviating from the group for a moment to go grab your shorts. Foolishly, you did not have a flashlight, and when you walked up to the top of the cliff, looking at the dense foliage, you realized that looking for your shorts was useless. Steve had followed you and realized what you did at the exact same time and said, “Shit. We can just look in the morning.”

“Yeah, but those are my only pants,” you said shyly. You were supposed to pack light! It’s one night!

“You can just wear my sweatpants. We’ll be in the same tent anyway, so it’s not like they’ll notice,” Steve offered, referring to the campers. 

“What will you wear then?”

Steve scoffed, “I like to live lavishly, I usually bring two pairs of pants, if you can believe it.”

“I actually can’t,” you said dryly.

“That’s okay, I’ll believe for the both of us,” he smirked. 

_ _ _

You were sitting by the fire, back at the knees of your camper, Piper, who was braiding your hair. She had what looked to be hundreds of beautiful little braids with beads woven in between the strands. She was braiding your hair into just two big braids, but said she could ‘sacrifice’ a couple of her extra beads for you. When she finished, you took another look around the campfire.

You noticed the girls growing increasingly tired with every minute that passed, until finally the conversation had completely died down. The boys were off in the woods. You think you saw them building forts earlier, but now you could just hear them whispering. 

“Okay, girls, I think it’s time for bed,” you said, just above a whisper, getting up and shaking the shoulders of Alisha, who was passed out in the dirt, a log as her pillow. As they started to file into their tents, you saw Jonathon doing the same with his boys. You gave him a wink across the fire before heading into yours and… Steve’s tent. Your face grew hot thinking about it. Sleeping in such a small space with him felt incredibly intimate, and you weren’t sure what to make of it. He seemed very excited at the prospect of sleeping in the same tent as you, though you wondered if he just didn’t want Nancy and Jonathon to feel guilty for asking. 

The absence of crunching gravel let you know your girls had gone to sleep, you turned around and whisper-yelled ‘goodnight!’ to your girls, who very adorably and sleepily said goodnight back. The air had become much colder, and you were thankful for the pants Steve would soon lend you. You made eye contact with him as he walked a camper to their tent (a boy who was scared of the dark had asked him to come with him while he brushed his teeth), and he smiled at you. You gave one back and unzipped the tent, taking your shoes off before carefully crawling in. You were a little startled when he put his face in the open tent flap and pointed aggressively at his backpack. 

“My sweatpants are in there. Go ahead and put them on. I’ll brush my teeth while you do that,” he said, and quickly pulled out and zipped the door up to give you some privacy. You rummaged through his bag and found what you assumed were the ones he wanted you to wear. They were simple, navy blue Nike joggers. You quickly undressed, taking your swimsuit off and putting on clean, dry undergarments. You put his pants on, untying the drawstring for more comfort. You unzipped the door to hang your swimsuit to dry and looked around to see if he was nearby or if any campers were creeping. The last thing you needed was for a camper to see the tent switch. You looked over at Jonathon and Nancy’s tent, hearing the quiet whispering and giggling, and you smiled gently at the two of them. You carefully stepped back into your tent. While waiting for Steve, you lay down on top of your blue sleeping bag and shoved your sweatshirt under your head as a pillow. You couldn’t help but notice Steve had a real pillow on his side. Talk about lavish! You were told not to pack too much of anything. Were you the only one to listen to that advice? 

You flipped the switch of your flashlight and grabbed the one luxury you cared to bring: your favorite book. You shined the flashlight on the open pages and read through a few pages before you heard Steve scratch at the nylon of the tent. 

“Are you decent?”

You laughed, “Yes, I’m clothed, come in.”

His head popped in and began to crawl inside, flipping on his butt to take his shoes off. He glanced at your book, “Do you want to read for a bit before going to bed?”

“No, it’s fine, I’m like, exhausted.”

“Yeah, me too,” Steve said, but the way his eyes were flitting around the tent led you to believe he was less tired than he was letting on. “You look good in my pants, by the way. You look nice in blue.”

You looked down at your legs and then back at Steve, “They’re sweatpants.”

“Still, you look good. In like- everything.” Steve’s eyes were wide, and he wouldn’t look you in the eyes. Your face grew red at the compliment. 

“Thank you. For the compliment and letting me wear them. I really appreciate it.” 

The tent fell into another quiet moment, the sounds of the campers' distant chatter and the rustling of trees outside filling the space. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t easy either. The heat of the tent, the closeness of your sleeping bags, and the quiet sound of nocturnal creatures made everything feel much more intimate.

You both settled into your sleeping bags a bit more, and you shut your flashlight off. You broke the silence this time. 

“You seem to really like your cabin this week. I’m still thinking about what we talked about last week, how you felt that you couldn’t connect with anyone at camp. Has that changed?”

Steve seems a little surprised at your question, “Yeah. I’ve taken what you said to heart. Finding that appreciation and connection. You know I’m- I’m letting camp change me, letting camp really, like- take its course on me. It’s been great letting my guard down and not being so… pretentious… about everything.” he said, sounding a little embarrassed, “I mean, even today, watching the guys help each other, and care for each other, it really makes you feel like you’re a part of something bigger,” you could see him grin, even in the dim light, “Like when Wade jumped. He looked like he might pass out before he jumped, but when he came back up… he was so stoked. Like, just so proud of himself."

“Isn’t it incredible! And you get to be a part of that. It seems small Steve, but you’re changing lives here, not just your own.”

“It is…” Steve smiled to himself and then chuckled quietly, “I don’t think I would have done any of that as a kid. And I definitely wouldn’t have the courage you’ve got.”

“I only pretend to be cool, my heart was still racing the entire time.” 

Steve was quiet for a moment, "I don’t know… I just think it’s awesome how you can just do all of that. You’ve got this confidence, like… nothing can rattle you. You walk around like you own camp, and you basically do. You walk around dancing like you don’t care if anyone sees. And maybe no one does, except me,” Steve says that last part so quietly, you couldn’t make out what he said. He looks over at you, and even though he can hardly make out your profile in the dark, he stares anyway. 

“I do not own camp,” you laugh, “and I dance like that because I just always have a song stuck in my head. Gotta dance that earworm out,” and you start wiggling in your sleeping bag, which Steve can only tell because of the scratchy sound of it against your clothes. You laugh and then say seriously, “But, thank you. That means a lot. It’s good to be recognized, you know? You also are like, really impressive this week. I haven’t seen such life in your eyes… I don’t think ever.”

He laughs quietly, “That’s probably true. It hasn’t seemed worth it until now.”

You smiled back at Steve, though neither of you could see each other. You were glad the cover of night shielded your facial expressions. You were beginning to like Steve, but you still haven’t forgotten the arrogant sex pest he seemed to be not five weeks ago. People change, but they don’t change that fast. You wondered if he was playing the long game with you. Maybe he was trying to get closer to Patty or Mae, your best friends at camp, and you were the way in. Instantly, you willed yourself to stop thinking about that, your chest uncomfortably tight. 

“Goodnight, Steve,” you said quietly.

He smiled, and you could see the glow of his teeth even in the dark, “Goodnight, sleep well,” adding your name quietly.  

 The night outside of the tent seemed to take you both into sleep simultaneously, the exhaustion finally reaching both of you. Steve fell asleep to thoughts of your hair, whipping around in the wind, your laugh that was quickly becoming his favorite genre of music, and your body in that blue one-piece. 

[dioslesbianwife]

Hey hi hello!! I’ve been ready your work and it’s amazing!! I actually have a funny request for the jojos/joestars (platonic). What if they had a little sister who, after gaining a stand/hamon/spin or whatever power system you choose, becomes a masked vigilante fighting crime at night and looking cool doing it. And once the jojos find out their sister puts on the deep voice like, “AHEM��I’m afraid I don’t know you! Oh look at that, I must go my people need me!!” And just try to escape and continue to be badass without getting grounded.

hi hi hiii, thank you so much, it means a lot that you like my work <3 and lol totally, i hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting! <33

Jonathan Joestar

At first, he’s just confused by the reports of a mysterious hero helping civilians at night. Then he spots his beloved little sister dropkicking a mugger while wearing a makeshift mask.

“Wait a moment… is that…?”

You freeze mid-roundhouse, look him dead in the eyes and go:

“AH-HEM- citizen, I don’t know you. I must go now. My people need me!”

Jonathan chases after you in full big brother mode.

He’s way too pure-hearted to stay mad, but you are absolutely getting a full gentleman’s lecture about putting yourself in danger.

He secretly thinks you’re very brave and cool, though.

Joseph Joestar

The second he finds out there's some sort of masked hero in town, he’s immediately obsessed with figuring out their identity. Cue spy gear, fake mustaches, and wild traps.

When he finally catches you after a late-night rooftop mission:

“HAH! I knew it was you! You’ve got Granny Erina’s nose!”

You dramatically bow and mutter, “I don’t know this man. He is clearly delusional. Goodbye.”

You try to backflip away. You land in a dumpster.

Joseph laughs so hard he can’t breathe. He helps you back up and says, “Okay, okay- one condition: let me be your sidekick.”

Jotaro Kujo

You’re sure you’ve been so sneaky. Cool mask? Check. Dark cloak? Check. Deep voice? Double check.

But Jotaro? He knew on night one.

“Tch… you really thought I wouldn’t recognize you?”

He corners you one night while you’re sneaking back in through the window. You spin, dramatically point a finger, and declare:

“I don’t know who you are sir, but I’m just a humble hero. Farewell!”

You try to zipline away. The rope breaks. Jotaro catches you by the scruff like a kitten.

He lets you keep doing it… but insists on upgrading your gear so you don’t get obliterated in the process.

Josuke Higashikata

He finds out by accident. One night he sees you suplexing a purse-snatcher and screams, “IS THAT MY SISTER?!?”

You immediately spin around and go:

“You are mistaken, my pompadoured friend. I must vanish!”

You toss a smoke bomb. It’s actually a bath bomb. There's a strong lavender smell.

Josuke is horrified, confused, and impressed. He rushes over yelling:

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING OUT HERE YOU’RE GONNA GET KILLED- also that suplex was sick, teach me later??”

He threatens to tell Mom unless you agree to let him tag along sometimes. You now have a sparkly partner-in-crime-fighting.

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno hears about the vigilante through Passione’s grapevine and instantly suspects you. There’s only one person he knows who would dramatically yell “JUSTICE SHALL BE SERVED!” while riding a stolen Vespa.

He sets a trap. You fall for it. When he catches you mid-vigilante monologue, you point at him and go:

“I do not know this mafia man. Good day!”

You sprint away. Giorno has a stand. He catches up to you immediately.

He’s not mad. He just sighs and says, “Fine. But if you’re going to do this, you’re getting a proper costume, training, and a codename.”

You now have a manager.

Jolyne Cujoh

You thought you could get away with it. You really did. But you forgot Jolyne has been you- dramatic, rebellious, and extra.

She figures it out after you leave glitter footprints at the crime scene and says, “There’s no way a normal person is that dramatic.”

When she corners you during your rooftop getaway:

“I don’t know who you are, but tell my sister she has my love.”

Jolyne: “Do you seriously think that works on me?”

She grabs you with Stone Free and ties you to a chair for a lecture. She’s not mad though. She trains you herself. “If you’re gonna be a vigilante, at least do it right.”

Johnny Joestar

Johnny is the most confused of all. Who is this mysterious masked figure riding through town on horseback at night? Why do they yell “EVIL BEGONE!” like that?

Then one night he spots you riding a pony in full costume and he’s like- 

“...Oh my god. It’s her. That’s my sister.”

He calls out. You screech to a halt and shout:

“I AM THE NIGHT- I DO NOT KNOW YOU- FAREWELL.”

You try to ride off, fall into a bush, and vanish with an awkward “woosh”.

Johnny just sits there staring into the distance like, “…I need help.”

But he supports you. Reluctantly. He even lets you hide gear in the stables. But he draws the line at you trying to fight actual outlaws. “You’re not allowed to die until you’re 30. I said so.”

Josuke Higashikata (Gappy)

Gappy’s like, “Huh. Weird. Someone’s fighting crime at night and yelling catchphrases…”

Then you come home with a black eye and glitter on your shirt.

He squints. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about this ‘Midnight Angel of Justice,’ would you?”

You dramatically turn your back and declare:

“You are mistaken, dear stranger. I am but a shadow in the wind.”

You climb out the window. And immediately fall.

Gappy stares at the ceiling like, “I’m not telling. I just wanna see how far this goes.”

He ends up being your unofficial support team- sewing up your outfit, giving you pocket money for gadgets, and occasionally pretending not to see you sneak out again.

[let-spretend]

hellooo here's part 2 , some minimal alexei & bucky in the beginning, then void and bob . ok bye

heavy space between us pt.2 (bob x reader)

CW self-harm, mental unwellness

pt. 1

You, Bucky and Alexei were being sent out on a short-notice mission, to assess several reports of a supernatural being in the upstate area. With a disproportionate amount of funding, missions that don’t call for immediate attention were to be gone with a car. Obviously, Alexei opted for a limousine and that’s what you got. No one really cared at that moment, but now everyone was slightly embarrassed to be seen in it for missions or to represent the Avengers. You didn’t mind, the room in the back was way too convenient and luxurious, despite it being on the cheaper side. But, 5 hours. It was a little bit daunting, when it was awkwardly silent Winter Soldier and overly extroverted Red Soldier occupying the car. The leg room was not cutting the two extremes you were facing. You look out to see the open fields. It was so flat that it didn’t feel real. But the green gave you a sense of relaxation. The bustling nature and blinding lights were nowhere to be found, but it wore off a while ago. 

Bucky fiddles with his gun to avoid talking to you. Guns were never your thing but they got the job done; another thing that kept you out of the loop from the New Avengers. You and Bucky have always had an awkward and strained relationship - where neither of you were willing to open up to each other and you both could tell. Despite this, you still looked up to and cared for him as much as the others. You couldn’t tell or say the same about him. 

You would give Alexei a couple chirps here and there to engage him in conversation, but something was off. You could feel another entity nearby. It wasn’t as though you were near bulks of civilization, just the same miles of field. 

“Bucky, I think something is here.” You say. He immediately stops his fiddling, his face full of alertness. His usual furrow of the brow forms onto his face, his eyes glaring into yours. You begin to confess, “I know I haven’t told you a lot of things but-“ 

“Something’s coming, New Avengerz!” Alexei yells, accentuating the Z. 

You couldn’t even react. The car was smashed into by some inhuman speed. The rear was smushed in, Alexi grunting by the lack of space, squeezed in. Shards of glass fly by, grazing both you and Bucky on the face. You reach for Alexei’s seatbelt, unbuckling him to help release him before he is crushed indefinitely. The green scenery was no more from the windshield, only black could be seen.

“Alexei, please! Coordinate with me.” You strain, as you try pulling him out of his seat. His panicked flailing stops and he tries to shimmy out whilst you pull his arm. His plans for a summer body were clearly not progressing.

“Opened.” Bucky muttered. He had worked on finding a way out for you all, kicking at the backseat’s one-way door. He shuffles on over and helps you get him out by pushing on him through the crack on the left, Alexei popping out in no time. The damage done to the car was irreplaceable, completely wrecked. Or rather, beginning to fade. The front portion of the car was just gone, like it had never existed. You hated the way it resembled the Blip. You squeeze your eyes momentarily to snap out of it. It seemed a miracle you all were able to avoid death.

“Like what I did there?” 

The three of you turn to see an older man, perhaps in his late 40s, in a regular working suit. He had no scratches or wounds, or any indication that he was the perpetrator. His mouth contorted in a smug way, proud of his work on the limousine. 

“I ought to think you wouldn’t show up! Y’know, like they always do, only caring about the big city ‘n all.” He confessed. 

“What is it that your town needs, exactly?” Bucky sternly asks.

“We need jobs, investment and focus in this area. No matter how hard I tried, my voice was never heard.” He looks down onto his palm. “I’ve always had this problem, y’see. I’m a Mutant. Always thought of it as something to hide and be ashamed of. But, I can use this.” His arm reaches out, you all crouch expecting impact. “No more waiting.”

Only speckles of black flakes remain where he used to be, disappearing. The warmth of another, resurfaces, behind you. You feel a hand grasp at your backpack, tugging you backward. You instantly hear your shoulders get lighter, items clanking beneath you. When you turn around he waves around a small light bomb that should’ve been in your bag. Shit. You turn back around toward your teammates, grabbing and slamming them to the ground. You attempt to cover at least one of their ears, your left hand on Alexei’s and and your right on Bucky’s. Your arms and back shield their eyes. Your left hand tingles from the pressure.

A hot, burning sensation trickles onto your back and a loud ringing follows. Disorientation was an understatement, everything had happened so fast. You open your eyes to a yelling Bucky, but you couldn’t hear anything spewing out of his mouth. His hands find your shoulders, lightly pushing you off him. All you could do was watch him dash toward the mysterious man as Alexei tries to get you back into the moment. His words were at least muffled now, face littered with worry. You don’t fail to notice the rips and tears in his uniform from when the car crashed.

You brush him off and begin to pick yourself up. You need to protect your people, your purpose. The sounds come rushing to you as you come to a straight stance, throwing off your equilibrium for a moment. Bucky grunts as he is thrown to you and Alexei’s feet. He attempts to help him up but is met with resistance. Your feet lose contact with the ground. You all were floating an inch off the pavement, flakes surrounding you. He’s making molecules disappear and transport you, as he did with himself seconds ago. You can only watch helplessly as just the flick of his finger makes you go flying 40,000 feet into the air. 

The world begins to warp and the houses begin to shrink. All the parachutes had been left in the car as an afterthought. 

Shit. Shit. Shit. The wind that hits your face hurts, as you all begin to hurl toward the Earth. Alexei begins to yell, the circumstance beginning to hit him. Bucky joins in with him, closing his eyes. There was really no other way. You had to rely on your powers. To save your friends. So it would be okay. 

You attempt to swim amidst the air, grabbing onto the Red Soldier’s thigh. His holster for a small knife carefully hidden away by the various straps on top of it. You hand snakes it out of the jail it was behind, freeing it for its use. To slit, to cut. 

“Alexei. Hold onto Bucky, okay?” 

He looks like he wants to ask what it is exactly you were planning, but Bucky does the “holding onto” for him, not questioning you. You hum at his obedience and look down to see his knife. Shining and in optimal sharpness. Raising and scrunching your left sleeve to your elbow, you don’t dare linger on it. You bring the knife near your left ventral and cut toward your palm. It was deep, you could feel it digging in. You couldn’t quite tell whether you hit bone. A flash of heat, followed by a shiver when the blade leaves you. You sigh. The comfort of this feeling was one you know you should hate. All the things you did because of your power, to yourself and others. This odd sense of familiarity is why you stopped when you were younger. It confused you.

The familiar feeling of blood oozing and rolling off your arm, reminds you why you even did this again in the first place. Closing your eyes, you concentrate on your blood, draining yourself. 

A maroon red begins to slowly cocoon you three, hardening it like a shell as best you could to brace for impact. You keep your eyes closed. Afraid of what Alexei or Bucky’s faces looked like. What they would say.

It felt like forever, falling back down to Earth. It killed you to not know when you would hit the ground. Your right hand that was squeezing your arm to hold in as much blood as possible should hurt right now. Alexei and Bucky are still yelling, arguably louder since they couldn’t see. Forever sounded nice. Until it wasn’t.

As soon as you hit the ground, the blood became plush to cushion your fall. It immediately disperses and turns into liquid. Bucky and Alexei’s bodies slam into yours and they roll off onto the ground. Your blood stains all of your clothes, the wet seeping through onto your back. It stung, with the previous burn from the stun bomb. 

“Oho~ I didn’t know you had powers, Avenger.” He mocks. “A weird one at that.” 

Too much blood was leaving your body, but you had to keep fighting. Your clouded mind was beginning to fade. 

You prop yourself up with your left arm, more blood oozing out of your body. Hurriedly, you slam your hand onto the wound. 

Crystalizing what blood was still on the ground, you fling it toward the man with two fingers. You didn’t want to create anything life-threatening to him by using the fresh blood from your arm. He yells from the several that penetrate his thigh and shoulder, immobilizing him. You had deduced he was just a man with powers with no physical training or battle experience from his appearance. 

Alexei seizes this chance, pinning him to the ground. The man struggles under his weight, but gives in after a couple seconds, flopping his arms and legs to the ground. The Red Soldier grins for the victory. Bucky swiftly administers a power suppressor onto the man’s neck, disabling his ability. 

You allow yourself to lay your head onto the ground, beginning to let yourself into the black. It was comforting, not in the way that it was familiar, but this devoid feeling reminded you of Bob. Early this morning was calm and enjoyable. You could stare at his concentrated, hard-working form all day. You could feel two sources of warmth approaching you, but you stay ignorant, staying in the comforting black. The Void.

-

It felt as though you woke up, but you were met again with nothingness. You never necessarily remembered how it felt or what you saw in your mind when you were unconscious. You simply woke up. This time, though familiar, there was no warmth like you felt before you fell into the dark. 

Faint dripping noises could be heard, looking down, the same wound you had inflicted was still on your arm. It runs along your forearm and continues to splatter onto the floor. There was no pain, only the sensation of the liquid running along. 

You guess you’d been staring at this anomaly for a while, as a pool of your own blood begins to form. Crouching down, you look at the moment the blood hits the pool. It ripples for only a moment, dying as soon as it lands. 

”Why do you not stop it?” A figure, seemingly blended into the darkness, stands before you. Only two small slivers of light could be seen radiating from his pupils. The Void. This must be his doing, but it didn’t feel as though he was creating this place out of malice. Whether he was asking about the ripple or the flowing blood, you couldn’t tell. You only look up, allowing him to have the upper hand.

”Stop what, exactly?” You try to clarify.

”The bleeding.”

”Oh, well. Not that I really can, can I?” You confess. The Void steps closer to you, crouching down with you, watching the fleeting ripples.

Softly putting your hand onto your wound, you squeeze at it, trying your best to stop the flow. No matter how you rearranged your hand, blood would always manage to seep through. Your once clean right hand, tainted with fresh blood.

“See?” You say, looking over to his bright irises. He takes several moments to stare you down, to assess you. Of course the Void and Bob were two different entities, but you could see many similarities in them. “Are you okay, Void?” You ask. He only blinks, taking his time to look into your eyes. 

“Hm.. yes.” He answers. “Why is it that you ask?”

“You seem.. different. More, present.”

The Void stands up, creating distance between the two of you.

“I had thought that controlling you, having you beneath me was what we wanted. Bob doesn’t know what he wants with you and I don’t either.” You turn to look at the Void in confusion. “I was born to be the manifestation of Bob’s flaws. You… your powers are like myself. Where, we are confined to be a specific way and cause harm, but there is solace and comfort in that familiarity. Why did it take me you to understand that I am needed, that I am Bob? And I figure, it is because you are so imperfect and raw that I recognize my being was never so ..” Again, his eyes meet yours. “Haah.. I can’t find the word..”

The bleeding had long stopped while the Void was talking. Only a long gash remained. You could see the inner workings of your arm, where the muscle lay and bone met. You look up to see the room lightening to a dark gray, the Void now clearly visible. He contrasts the place harshly, a rough outline of Bob’s shaded figure standing before you. 

“The others don’t understand us.” It states. The void steps forward, seeming to want to touch you, but stops the action. “I.. will see you again...” 

Your brows furrow as the room brightens in an instant, blinding you momentarily. You want to know what it is that you helped him to understand with your actions. How come you don’t understand that yet? 

That looming feeling of the Void dissipates, but lingers. Warmth.

You jolt up fully expecting to still be in upstate New York, bleeding out on the endless fields. You were met with the familiar blinding med bay lights within the tower. Your wound had been stitched up, due to its deep nature. 

A warm feeling fills your body, both sensing and seeing Bob at your bedside. His hand was on your left, answering your question as to why you were visited by the Void in your unconsciousness. An unknowing psychic. 

Keeping your hand under Bob’s, you quietly turn it around, holding his in yours. Your ventral side of your arm now toward you, you could see the red. You run your fingers along the closed slit, barely seeing any thread. Must’ve been a layered stitch. You sigh, leaning back into your pillows. They had been propped up so you were slightly upright in the bed. You wonder if Bob had done that for you.

You had never thought of the Void as something to be locked away, though you knew why the New Avengers had gone with that route. It made you question why the Void was okay with your complicity. Shouldn’t the Void be angry, even with me?

You turn your head to see Bob, sleeping, his head on your bed with his hand lightly intertwined with yours. You brush his bangs away from his face, revealing his closed eyes. They twitch a bit, now that the lights are fully hitting him. Mumbling into the bed, he pushes himself up with his left hand. “Ergh..” He groans, squinting.

Just like the other day, using the same hand, he rubs his eyes to wipe the sleep away. He softly blinks, realizing you were awake. His face contorts, wanting to say something, but all he could do was hug your body tightly. You hadn’t been in the fight directly, so nothing hurt really, but your heart tightens when Bob sobs quietly into your chest. More like a relief than anything. You let him be like that for a while. His cries did stop relatively quickly, but he remained in the hug with no intention of letting go soon. Though you wanted to, you decided to keep your arms to your sides. To have him initiate something, was new.

You also come to think it was nice to feel him physically. He is always scared to touch anyone due to the Void, which in a way you understood. He couldn’t really control it and you don’t think he ever will. 

“Thank you for being with me, Bob. You didn’t have to.” You say. 

He slowly peels himself off you, revealing his puffy red eyes. You admire his ability to be vulnerable, but wonder greatly why the Void hadn’t taken over. Usually when he is in great distress, the Void finds it easier to.

He gulps a small bit. You could clearly see the gears turning in his head, hyping himself up.

”Why…hadn’t you told us about your powers?” He meekly asks, scared you would be mad for bringing it up. His mouth tightens, his dark blue eyes meet yours. 

“Uh, well…” You trail off, trying to find the right words to say. You remember, how the Void had asked why you hadn’t stopped the bleeding and you didn’t know why. “I initially thought my reliance on my powers was normal, y’know, like Ava. It’s like second nature, a habit, and I’m sure for her it’s a healthy one.” 

You look down onto your arms to see the littered healed scars. It felt vulnerable to have them out due to the hospital gown you adorned, usually you would wear more concealing clothing. Not that you were ashamed of having scars, but you weren’t quite at the stage where you couldn’t look at them without convincing yourself it was to use your powers again. Which you knew wasn’t true. “There are good days and bad days, right?” You say, looking at Bob. His eyes were on your arms, accessing what that exactly meant. 

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know what I was asking.” He states.

‘It’s not a crime to ask, Bob. Just that, I also realized that I was solely using my powers to hurt others and myself. When I met you, you reminded me of what I was like or, am, really. I still haven’t completely recovered that part of myself yet. And I know you don’t know this, but the Void had told me that he now understands that he is an extension of you. Not necessarily a part that should be pushed down, but I guess, we both have a part of ourselves we need to constantly be working on. I shouldn’t have been subduing it this whole time. You and the Void, your relationship, helped me understand that too.”

“You talked to the Void.” He goes a little bug-eyed, in disbelief. “Okay..” 

“I’m not quite sure of it either, but I think it was a good thing.” You say, with confidence. His mouth tenses, but he seemed to trust your judgement. Amidst this new understanding of you and the Void, Bob understands why he’s always felt a connection to you. That, every part of him feels it.

“I told Bucky I would call him over when you woke up. We’ll keep talking later?” He says, slowly standing up from his chair.

You simply nod. He averts his eyes and shuffles out of the room very quickly, not turning back. 

After the incident with the Void, he had been reluctant to give into great self-indulgence. He would read books and watch some TV to pass the time, but never anything he would specifically be interested in. Always picking out mundane channels or boring books. He felt undeserving. But this time, he walks out feeling lighter and he doesn’t know why.

[lheslie]

Mark Gets his Powers

It was closing time, at burger mart when he gained his powers, he was throwing out today's trash in the garbage disposal, when he accidentally threw the trash so hard it flew away to somewhere that you both didn't know where.

And when he did gain his powers he immediately called you.

"Y/N! IT'S HERE!! IT'S FINALLY HERE!!" he shouted as he ran back inside burger mart, trying to find you as he spotted you mopping the floors he ran to you and started shouting at your face busting your eardrums.

Luckily it, you two were the only ones on duty for closing time today.

"What a new chapter of seance dog is out?" You asked whipping out your phone from your pockets to check.

"NO!!! MY POWERS!!!" He yelled at your face again that made you cover them with your two hands.

"Ouch, does it come with super echo or something? You're making my ears explode." You laughed.

"Congratulations! I told you! So what kicked in first?" You curiously asked as you raised your hand for a high five.

"Super strength? I accidentally threw out a garbage bag and it flew to the sky." He said, raising his hand for a high five.

"Nevermind a highfive then, you might accidentally throw me to the wall." You joked, putting your hand down.

He pouted, as you jokingly hit his shoulder, "I'm joking motherfucker come here!" You pulled him for a hug.

"Damn, who ever gets hit by that garbage bag, may they rest in peace tho." You laughed as he looked pouted again.

"What? I mean if that garbage bag lands somewhere the person who recieves it might you know get crushed or something." You laughed again.

"Let's finish closing up, I want to tell my parents." He excitedly says as he started to grab some cleaning supplies again.

"Sure could use some super speed to help with the closing." You commented.

"It'll come in— maybe I'm not really sure since I'm only half you know." He pouts again as he realizes it.

"Oh shut up, you're already cool. Super powers or none. Again, shut up before I slap you." You told him again as you pinched his cheek.

He smiled as he started to pack up fast to get home, sharing this wonderful news to his parents.

But he suddenly paused.

"What if, I won't be good enough Y/N? Like my father?" He frowned.

You sighed as you approached him, tapping his shoulder.

"You don't have to be your father, you don't have to be great like your father and you don't have to follow in your father's foot steps, you're YOU and he's himself. Motherfucker you just got your powers and that's what you're thinking already, control that shit first." You angrily gritted your teeth as you pinch both of his cheeks hard.

"What you wanna hear how much I want to become one of my parents?"

"You don't want to become one of your parents."

"EXACTLY."

---

In the middle of the night you heard someone knocking on your window.

You immediately sprung up because of the noise, you yawned and looked around alert.

You slowly stood up and grabbed a sharp object to protect yourself.

"Pssst Y/N-" You heard Mark's voice from the window.

"Mark? Is that you? What the fuck are you doing infront of my window at like 1 am? I don't believe you're Mark tell me someting only he would know." You said pointing at your windows with blinds covering your line of sight of whoever is outside that window of yours.

"Uh—" he paused and thought for a moment.

"Remember that time in Science Class when-" "ALRIGHT STOP OKAY THAT'S YOU ALRIGHT." You yelled cutting him off, saving yourself from an embarrassing memory.

You walked to the window and opened your blinds to see him floating in mid air.

"Woahhh that's fucking lit." You commented as he was smiling.

"How are you doing that shit?" You curiously asked him.

"Uhh hard to explain, since I'm kinda new to this." He explained as he gave a shrug.

"Don't fall okay, I don't want my property to be damaged because of  skill issue." You laughed.

"Hey don't be mean, I'm only starting out." He pouted again.

"My bad bro, I'm happy for you. But isn't it dangerous to use your powers unsupervised or basically while being untrained?" You asked him crossing your arms.

"Uh not really? I think?" He looked unsure of how he'd respond to your question.

"It IS dangerous Mark, you can one hit my property if you accidentally punched it, or fall on it you know." You explained.

"You know I've never thought of that until now." He said.

"Bro we read super hero shit everyday, isn't it expected already?" You looked at him.

"Yeahhh, I guess I was so excited that I forgot about those parts." He tried defending himself.

"Look, you better go back home and go to sleep it's midnight and we're supposed to sleep! Humans need sleep! I need sleep." You say.

"Wow it's like we've never even bonded before." He looked at you, giving you an act of hurt.

"I'm serious, we both need sleep, plus you told me your dad is going to train you right? How can you train tomorrow if you're too even tired to train." You looked at him.

"Alright.." He let out a small smile, as you sighed.

You were actually worried on how his powers would affect him.

Will he start to change?

Will he forget about you?

Will he discard you?

Will he leave earth?

Will he join the government superheroes like his father?

Will he become like his father?

Worse. Will he turn evil?

You were hoping that it would never happen.

"What was I thinking, Mark would never do or become such thing." You sighed and shurgged that thought out of your head, knowing Mark would rather die than become evil himself.

But that thought kept you awake at night, a nightmare that you hope never will occur.

But you were also happy for Mark, as his dream came finally true.

You smiled to the moon hoping the future will be alright.

"Please guide and protect Mark on his way to a bright future." You wished under he starry skies.

[nabi-unveiled]

Will It Be Okay? Convincing Yourself is the Hard Part

Business as Usual occupied a good chunk of my mental real estate in the past several weeks. I've been vibing with it (and distracted by Min Jun's arms), but I've also found it frustrating.

However, unlike most people who were frustrated with Min Jun, I was frustrated with myself. Because I couldn't put a finger on Min Jun's character, and I overthought everything about this show. From the pinboard to the editing of the bar scene to several other plot points later in the show, I kept looking for things to go deeper. And it never really did. In the end, it was the fact that I kept trying to go deeper that tripped me up in understanding Min Jun.

Before we go further, let's get one thing out of the way -> this show is no "Our Dating Sim". If you go into it expecting that, you will be disappointed. If you haven't watched Our Dating Sim, go watch that instead. Furthermore, Min Jun and Wan are VERY different characters as I'll explain later. In short, ghosting is cruel and to see someone largely overlook the cruelty of their actions can be hard to swallow.

And while there are some details that I love, like the fact that the characters sing the songs and the lyrics align to their feelings, there are plenty of places where the details just weren't there. Like the plushie vending machine which, other than plot, had no good reason to exist with the exact same keychains eight years later.

Or the dating guide (game?) which might as well have not existed.

You also have to believe that at least Min Jun went no contact and didn't look Jin Hwan up on socials for 8 years. That's easy enough for me. A jerk from my past? I am not seeking that information out. Plus, outside of Tumblr, I engage in almost no social media. But I can see how that could be hard for some people to believe.

In terms of analysis, one of the biggest problems I ran into is that we know VERY little about our characters at all. Especially outside of this relationship as @dramalove247 pointed out in their own analysis.

We have some information about Jin Hwan:

He went to study abroad after Min Jun ghosted him.

He's very good at his job. He had a lot of job offers from "big publishers" before joining the company. The director sings his praises.

His mother died when he was young, and his father is putting pressure on him to join the family business.

He was "popular" in college with a pretty tight friend group that enjoys going to clubs and pick-up bars. They counted on Jin Hwan to help them pick up girls and got upset if he didn't come.

In college, he was the type to fall asleep during the FIRST lesson of a course. And it appears that's due to his social activities/personality and not things like part-time jobs.

And as @miss0atae points out, he has one of the most amazing best friends and wingman that I've ever seen in a drama series. For real, Woo Hyeok has been looking out for him since the early stages of this relationship. You see this when he redirected their friends so Jin Hwan could make a getaway with Min Jun.

But Min Jun? Most of what we know was just in service of the relationship.

He had a dream to take a class with someone he likes. Jin Hwan becomes that person.

He got tricked in a bar into buying a bottle of liquor. He's been burned by people before making him distrustful.

He's "not good with words" and frequently spends time alone (by choice). Hence the difficulty speaking up to and communicating with Jin Hwan.

He's diligent in his work. He doesn't yell at the intern when he makes mistakes and takes on more work than he should. Again emphasizing that he can be pushed around. Although I would argue it's a good thing that he doesn't yell at the intern.

He gets one phone call from an old classmate getting married at the beginning of the series. But that's solely a plot device to justify him thinking about Jin Hwan.

That's it. Outside of his relationship with Jin Hwan, we know so little. No other friends. No family. No ways he prefers to spend his time. Nada.

Despite these things, I found myself appreciating the series for what it was. A simple story of two people coping with their fears to find each other again. Key word there -> coping, not overcoming. Growth comes in baby steps in this show. I'm okay with that. That's often true for real people too.

As we came to the end, I found myself satisfied with the finale (ep 6). There were a lot of similarities with Something's Not Right, but I didn't have the same reaction to the two finales.

It all came down to the fact that it felt like a believable ending for these characters to me. And one that gave me hope for their future as a couple. But why? Especially because I believe they are both STILL afraid in some ways, and I think they'll fight A LOT. That requires explaining my personal interpretation of these characters.

How did I fill in the outline that the show left us? {Another Note - For most of these points, I could pull screenshots from multiple episodes. The dialogue is pretty repetitive or serves similar purposes throughout.}

Jin Hwan is the one with regrets.

During their college relationship, Jin Hwan was always the one taking the first step. He noticed Min Jun at the bar. He asked for the pen. He asked for his phone number.

As the relationship develops Jin Hwan keeps being the one taking the first step. He asks Min Jun out to eat. He asks him over to his place. He's the one that initiates their hand-holding, kisses and sex. He's a smooth operator in a lot of ways.

And in many ways this pattern repeats itself as an adult. He comes to work at Min Jun's company.

He once again asks for Min Jun's phone number. He asks him out to eat. He initiates their physical intimacy. He's still heavy handed in his flirting.

At first glance, it could seem like he hadn't changed at all....until his smile drops and he admits that he was mad and hurt.

We don't really know anything about Min Jun in the time between ghosting and reunion, but we do Jin Hwan.

We see his devastation after Min Jun ghosted him with Woo Hyeok knocking on his door. He tells us that he "lost his way" when he went to study abroad.

We see that he has practiced how to make the little cat out of the bottle cap until he can do it while drunk.

We see that he has kept the plushie keychain all of these years.

He's carried those memories with him and constantly wondered...if I had said anything, would it have been different? If I had told him I loved him or asked him out, would he have stayed?

Because back then, he only spoke the most important words to a sleeping Min Jun.

So he takes steps to rectify what he saw as his mistakes. Now, he speaks those words openly.

In college, he often didn't really "listen" to what Min Jun said. He didn't recognize the effort it took for Min Jun to speak up and the fears underneath.

But now he does. As an adult, all of their conversations involve both of them hearing each other out. They don't agree, but they are both involved and heard. Min Jun speaks more now. Jin Hwan listens more now. That's growth. Incremental as it may be.

And in many ways, while Jin Hwan's mad that Min Jun didn't yell at him or fight for their relationship back then, he's the one that expresses true regret throughout the series. "I was afraid of loving sincerely back then."

Those regrets have propelled him to cling tighter. To try to take steps so that Min Jun DOESN'T misunderstand and so that he can't just walk away without saying his words.

Jin Hwan has convinced himself that they CAN make things work now that they know their issues. He fully believes that if he expresses himself sincerely and they both try, that it will be okay.

He just needs Min Jun to not give up and fight for them too.

Min Jun is emotionally reactive.

Which brings us to Min Jun. Who continually repeats the same line of dialogue in slight variations.

This is where frustration with Min Jun will set in for many viewers. Not true for me, but many probably wanted to throw something at Min Jun by this point. Because his words don't change. If anything, they are harsher by the finale episode. It's his actions that show his growth, not his words. And they are BABY steps. But as was pointed out early on in the show, even baby steps are hard for him. For him, a baby step is a giant leap. It took a lot of work.

Honestly, his words aren't wrong. They are two people who operate VERY differently from each other, and do not understand each other on a basic level. It will take a lot of work for them to maintain this relationship. It won't be easy.

What might be the biggest issue for most people watching this show is that Min Jun doesn't ever really regret his actions. He's not Wan from Our Dating Sim. He's not accepting responsibility for Jin Hwan's pain, and he never apologizes for ghosting. He's shocked and upset that he had the wrong idea all of these years. He's sad that they both got hurt. But in many ways, he still feels that his choice was justified. Even by the end of the show, he's only beginning to entertain the thought that things might have been different.

And in fairness to him, Jin Hwan isn't sure it would have been.

Initially, I had a lot of trouble understanding Min Jun's character. I had to revise my character profile for him several times throughout the show. And I should give a shoutout to @my-rose-tinted-glasses for trying to help me when I was at peak overthinking and Min Jun confusion. I doubt I made a lot of sense that day while all of my cogs were still turning.

I first thought Min Jun was like Masumi in End of the World With You...so devastated by Jin Hwan's "betrayal" that his world stopped. But that proved false. Jin Hwan may have considered Min Jun as "the one who got away" to some degree, but Min Jun held Jin Hwan primarily as a bad memory. However, he went on with life. He even dated others. He's no Masumi.

I then considered what else could be behind his behavior. Several people were suggesting he was depressed. And...maybe? We really don't have enough evidence to say. Preferring to stay at home rather than go to the club or having a night of heavy drinking following an ex coming back into your life doesn't really prove long-term depression. It's really just a reminder of how little we know about him.

Was it low self esteem? After all, Hira essentially ghosted Kiyoi in My Beautiful Man (from Kiyoi's perspective) and that was 100% due to self-esteem. Min Jun does say that he "was ordinary" and several other statements depicting low self-confidence. But how deep do those issues go? We don't know. Several of his traits and actions could just be due to having a more reticent and reserved personality. After all, he doesn't even know the office gossip. I recognize another overthinking, internal processor that gets stuck in their own head when I see it. But regardless of how deep his self esteem issues go, it IS true that his perception of differences between Jin Hwan and himself helped fuel his fear.

Because that's what we know for certain. He was afraid. He was afraid that Jin Hwan wouldn't like him for who he was. He was afraid that Jin Hwan wasn't serious. Which he had EVERY reason to believe. Jin Hwan was making jokes about leaving him alone all day while he played and expecting him to be waiting at home at night right before they had sex for the first time.

Again, WE know Jin Hwan was trying to figure out his first time really liking someone. WE know he was sincere. But from Min Jun's perspective? There was a LOT of evidence to the contrary.

Even the misunderstanding with the girl shows that other people were ALSO getting the wrong idea about Jin Hwan. It can be assumed that they were BOTH sending some mixed signals. Jin Hwan wasn't really sure Min Jun was invested either. Both Jin Hwan and Min Jun held back due to their personal fears.

But it's very telling what they looked up on their phones during flashbacks. Jin Hwan looked up a name compatibility test that showed they "aren't compatible". Even back then, he was looking for evidence that the relationship could work. He looks for ways to get what he wants despite his fears.

But Min Jun was already feeding his doubts and giving in to his fears. After all, he's been tricked before, and it's implied that the bar wasn't a singular event. And many of his actions were dictated by that.

That hasn't changed in the present. In fact, he's now MORE afraid. This "mean/stern face" side of Min Jun didn't exist in college. It's part of how he's changed. Jin Hwan may be afraid of letting Min Jun go again. But Min Jun's afraid that their differences in communication and their differences in personality will end up hurting each other. His fears from the past were validated. Even if miscommunication was at work, their relationship resulted in pain.

He wants to believe. He really wants to believe that this relationship could work.

But he doesn't. He hasn't convinced himself. He doesn't think it will be okay.

From here on out, I'm going to differ with a lot of people's interpretations that I've seen. I've thought a lot about it, and I'm okay with that.

As I realized shortly before the finale (ep 6), the show always told us exactly who Min Jun was as a character. He's a cat. He will want a lot of alone time, but he'll require (even demand) a lot of attention. He offers affection, but only on his own terms. And he reacts quickly and almost instinctually to emotional turmoil. When he's emotional, he doesn't think. He reacts. When he feels hurt or gets afraid, his claws will come out. In college, he was a kitten.

But he's now an adult cat. When his fears cause him to react, his claws are sharp.

It's also important to recognize that Jin Hwan KNOWS this about Min Jun. He's learned. Because when he lost his phone? He IMMEDIATELY knew it could be a problem. That Min Jun would be getting worked up in his head even if it had only been a short period of time. Essentially, Min Jun is going to be clingy as all get out. Jin Hwan is okay with that.

But while the fear has deepened in some ways and his claws have gotten sharper, Min Jun HAS grown. We see his growth in his actions. As a kitten, he ran away when afraid.

But as an adult? He tries to fight his fear. He tries to convince himself it's okay. If you watch the NC scene in episode 5 carefully, he wants it. But he's afraid. Afraid of what comes after. But he still allowed himself to enjoy the moment. There are a lot of smiles in that NC scene and the morning after too even as he's mulling over his fears.

He tells himself not to be scared. That Jin Hwan giving attention to someone else doesn't mean he's less important.

He tells himself that it's ok to stay home while Jin Hwan goes out with his friends. That Jin Hwan will like him anyways.

He tells himself that it's ok to really like and need Jin Hwan. That Jin Hwan needs him too. When he couldn't get in contact and thought Jin Hwan may be hurting (from his father's words), he went to find him.

Evidence shows that he was WORRIED about Jin Hwan. At this point, it's not noble idiocy (in my mind). Before he starts searching, the memory is focusing on Jin Hwan's almost tearful expression.

But then he finds Jin Hwan. He realizes he has overthought things and panicked for no reason. Jin Hwan is fine, and he didn't really need him. Jin Hwan is smiling, while he's been trying to convince himself not to spiral and panic for most of the evening. Min Jun doesn't like this feeling. He can't tell himself it will be ok in this moment.

So he pushes Jin Hwan away and tells him to leave him alone. He wasn't thinking about the company in this moment. He was reliving their miscommunications of the past. He was envisioning that this would keep happening again and again. He was giving into his fear. He'd been reminded of all the reasons he thinks this can't work out, and he reacted. His claws emerged.

When Min Jun mentions the company later to Woo Hyeok, I again don't see it as noble idiocy. I see that as him giving a socially acceptable excuse for breaking things off. Maybe it's just me, but I've definitely offered up what I considered to be a "palatable" excuse when having to justify my less-than-noble actions.

And he knows his reasons aren't noble. This is where self-esteem comes back into play. He doesn't like that he's a cat. He doesn't like that he needs attention. He doesn't like the idea that they'll fight and hurt each other. As he said during the argument, he knows it's not fair. But he also knows himself.

I do believe that Woo Hyeok's prodding would be enough to trigger the airport run. Min Jun has had time to calm down. He's no longer in the middle of an emotional spiral, and he has already recognized that he missed Jin Hwan. So when Woo Hyeok drops the news that Jin Hwan is leaving abroad, he's in a place to hear it. Jin Hwan had always been the pursuer. This was the FIRST time that Jin Hwan was the one leaving. Min Jun now had to face a new fear -> losing Jin Hwan forever. And he may not be able to fully convince himself that everything will be okay in their future. But he easily convinces himself that Jin Hwan leaving is NOT okay. That thought scares him. And just like other times when Min Jun gets scared, he reacts. Only this time it's a reaction that causes him to fight FOR the relationship instead of against it. Baby steps.

Jin Hwan easily forgives his previous hurtful words, because he does know Min Jun and this is really what Jin Hwan has wanted all along. For Min Jun to convince himself that they are worth fighting for. Jin Hwan couldn't fight for their relationship alone.

They will argue. They will have problems. But the steps they have taken towards two way communication, attempts to understand each other, and the fact that they are both now convinced that the relationship is worth the work? Well, that convinces me that it'll be okay too.

Footnote: Regardless of Min Jun's reasons, I'll reiterate that the ghosting is still incredibly cruel. As I've said in my other posts, I give Jin Hwan a lot of respect for even trying to reconcile. I can easily see why people would be mad at or not like Min Jun. It's just not in me to dislike him though. Blame it on the arms if you must.

[lovelywritinglady]

Uhmmmmmm ok so male reader x sanemi.

Sanemi is late for their anniversary due to fighting demons but come back home to reader tied on the bed waiting for him

I’d love to!💜 Sorry this took so long I’ve had a lot going on.

Tied Up Surprises

Sanemi x Male!reader

In which you surprise your husband during your anniversary…

18+SMUT ,Fluff, rough sex, bondage play, fingering, blowjobs, body worship, nipple play, sub reader, rough language.

“Die you filthy creature!” Sanemi roared as he slashed the last pesky demon of the night.

His mission was suppose to be quick and simple but there was a miscalculation that caused him to run late. Instead of one of the lower moon demons lurking around, there were five, along with countless other lower level demons. It brought this strong Hashira no trouble at all as he sliced through them with ease. However, he was internally frustrated as today was him and his beloveds anniversary and this year he promised to be on time.

“Dammit!” He yelled as he ran quickly through the night, urgently trying to get back to his husband.

He felt as though he was running faster than he had ever run in his entire career. The desperation to see you, especially on such an important day, was all that was on his mind. Your relationship was the reason he fought as hard as he did now. And there was no way he wanted to miss out on celebrating the love that had blossomed over the years.

Sanemi was now so close that he could see the wisteria that you had planted around your shared house. Along with your homemade paper lanterns that were placed on posts. Sanemi’s heart raced with excitement seeing the familiar building and even more so seeing your beautiful face. He caught a quick breath before opening the door to the house. He took off his sword and shoes, along with his signature robe and uniform, placing them on the floor. He was now shirtless leaving him in his undergarments. He then quickly went to his hiding spot where he left your anniversary present.

“Y/n!” He called out holding your gift. “I’m home babe! Dammed demons took too much of my time.” He added looking around for you.

“Welcome home! I’m in the bedroom honey!” You called out smiling to yourself.

“Sorry I was late hon I- He paused as he walked through the door way into your room.

There you laid in your f/c silken lingerie that cling to your body perfectly. Your hands were perfectly bound together as they hung from the door frame. Somehow, despite all of the years the two of you had been together, you surprised your husband.

“Y/n, now I’m really sorry I was late.” Sanemi whispered dropping the present as he began to rip his remaining clothes off.

“No worries my love. You work so hard all of the time, you deserve special surprises.” You cooed feeling yourself begin to get excited at the sight of your very ripped husband.

Sanemi was now fully naked and his cock was nearly fully hard. He got himself onto the bed hovering over your frame. The lingerie set happened to be the first one he ever gifted you. And seeing you still looking as sexy as you did the first time you wore it, ignited an intense passion within him.

“Kiss me.” You whispered closing your eyes

He responded by crashing his lips on yours desperately. After the day he had and the beautiful present he walked into, he needed you. His tongue entered your mouth greedily as if he was devouring you. You slightly moaned at this action letting him take control. Sanemi then pulled off leaving you sad for a brief moment before he latched onto your neck.

Your back arched a little as your husband kissed and sucked all of the sensitive areas on your neck. You slightly moaned out his name causing him to grunt slightly. He then moved down your body making sure to admire how the lace hugged your curves in all of the right places.

“Honey, how the hell can your body be so damn perfect.” Sanemi grunted glancing down at the parties that held your pretty cock.

“For you.” You moaned out as he pushed the parties aside letting your now hardened cock spring out.

“Damn right love. Before I fuck you, I think you deserve a nice little treat for this gift you gave me.” Sanemi spoke looking at you in the eyes briefly before looking back at your cock.

“Please love.” You whimpered understanding what he meant.

“Such a good boy.” Your husband cooed

Sanemi glanced at your pretty cock once more before taking it into his mouth. Your head flung back into your pillow as you moaned out. Your husband bobbed his head slowly as he cupped your balls softly. His other hand made it up to one of your nipples, pinching the nub softly making you gasp. He pulled off your cock making you wine. Sanemi shushed you taking his hand off your balls and sticking two of his fingers into his mouth.

“Pull your legs up love. I’m gonna make you feel so good.” He spoke as you did what he asked.

He then took the now wet fingers and slowly pushed them into your hole as his other hand still played with one of your nipples. Once his fingers were fully in, he left them there for a moment letting you adjust to them. He took your still hard cock into his mouth and began pleasuring you there once more.

“Honey! Please move them!” You begged as your husband chuckled in response.

The feeling of his mouth and fingers was overwhelming your body. You knew you would cum soon but you needed the fingers in your hole to move desperately. As if Sanemi could read your mind, he began to move his fingers right on your sweet spot.

“F-fuck!” You moaned out pulling on your restraints a little.

Sanemi then moved his fingers faster making sure to spread your hole in preparation for him. He bobbed his head on your cock like a starved man. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as the familiar burn of an orgasm crept up. Suddenly, you felt your husband push a third finger into you continuing with his rapid pace.

“Oh fuck!” You cried out at all of the pleasures at once overwhelmed you. Your body spasmed as you came hard shooting your cum into the back of your husbands throat making him moan.

He kept your cock in his mouth making sure all of your cum wasn’t wasted. As he did that, he slowly removed all of his fingers making you moan at the loss of them. Then he slowly let go of your now soft cock. He licked his lips as he looked into your glassy eyes giving you a wild smile.

“You did so well for me my love. Think you can handle me now?” He asked as you noticed his very erect cock slick with precum. You took a deep breath at the sight of it. It was the perfect length with the tip being a pretty red color. Despite being married for years, you got excited every time you saw it and you knew he felt the same way about yours.

“Please.” You spoke still hazy from your orgasm.

“My husband.” Sanemi cooed as he lifted your legs on his shoulders and positioned his needy with your hole.

“Mhm.” You moaned pulling on your restraints in anticipation.

“God such a pretty boy you are. All tied up like a present just for me.” He spoke as he slowly pushed himself into you grunting softly. “Fuck.” He moaned as he filled you completely with his cock gripping your thighs enough to leave a slight bruise.

“Baby please.” You wined enjoying the blissful feeling of your husbands big cock inside you.

“Don’t worry love, I’ll move soon. Gotta make sure you’re really ready for me.” Sanemi spoke kissing your knee softly as he cock warmed you for a few moments. Soon though, he could tell both of you were far too antsy. He slowly moved his cock earning a breathy moan from your lips.

He gritted his teeth at your tightness and warmth. His body shook slightly at this feeling and as much as he wanted to take his time, he needed to feel you more. Sanemi then picked up the pace fucking your sweet spot roughy as you cried out his name. Your cock became hard once more from the stimulation your husband gave you. Sanemi took notice and began stroking your cock making your already overwhelmed body shake more. His pace was ruthless and you could feel his heavy balls slap against your ass.

“You’re doing so fucking good for me!” Sanemi grunted slamming his hips against you harder. “Take it, fuck!” He moaned stroking you slightly faster.

“Sanemi I’m g-gonna cum soon!” You cried out body shaking more.

“Me too baby, me too! Want me to cum inside you don’t you baby!” Sanemi yelled giving your ass a hard slap.

“Y-yes!” Was all you could say as you relished in the pain of his spank.

“Good boy fuck. I’m gonna cum!” He grunted loudly spilling his seed deep inside your ass.

“Fuck! Ah!” You moaned out too feeling even fuller than before. You then felt that familiar coil snap. Your eyes widened as you came all over your stomach and your husbands strong hand.

“Good, you did so good for me my darling.” Sanemi cooed pulling out of you slowly.

“Thank you.” You whispered “Happy anniversary.” You added giving him a tired smile.

“Happy anniversary my love. Let’s get you out of these restraints.” Sanemi said untying your hands. “Now let’s get you cleaned up?” He suggested

“That sounds so lovely.” You smiled wrapping your arms around your husband. You felt him pick up your tired body as he walked you both to the bathroom to clean up after your passionate night together.

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