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sarahjtv · 4 years ago

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BNHA Chapter 302 Spoiler Thoughts: Y’all Need Therapy

Part 2 of the story that started last chapter and THINGS GOT WORSE!!! I’m crying through the pain. There’s a lot going on in this one. Lots of guilt, lots of abuse, lots of crying, but thankfully some gleam of hope at the end. A broken family can heal. This is a step in the right direction. Though, I’m already seeing the BNHA fandom going up in flames because everyone’s playing the blame game. I hope I don’t end up accidentally stepping on that landmine after posting this. Here we go (thoughts are based off summary translations by @redandblonde420 on Twitter and panel images are from @BKIS2327 on Twitter!):

(OP Note: Please don’t DM me with your complaints about my opinions on the Todoroki Family matter. It’s bad enough that this storyline has people getting pissed off at each other for taking different sides. The last thing the BNHA fandom needs is more conflict amongst ourselves.)

Chapter 302 picks up where we last left off. Enji and Rei managed to stop Touya from attacking Shoto (it’s not explained how) and the whole family except from them are asleep. Enji tells Rei that he doesn’t want any of the kids anywhere near Shoto anymore in fear that they would try to harm him. Enji also fired a servant because he was so busy at work and he asks Rei to not let Touya out of her sight. The other reason why Enji won’t watch over Touya himself is because Enji’s presence would only be a constant reminder of the hero world to Touya. While Enji thinks he’s protecting Touya, Rei says he’s just running away. A few things here:

1. I get not wanting Touya anywhere near baby Shoto since he did try to kill the tyke. Touya was pretty much bent on his hatred for his little brother at that point that even seeing him stroked his dangerous jealousy. But, I don’t know about Fuyumi and Natsuo. Neither of them showed any hatred towards Shoto (and still haven’t as far as we know). They’ve shown no signs of violence or anything that would imply wanting to hurt Shoto. So, why keep them away too?

2. This is probably going to be the start of me getting shit on by the fandom, but I think Enji and Rei are both right. We saw in the last chapter that Enji did legitimately care for Touya to the point where he tried to convince him to leave his ambitions of being a hero primarily so that he would stop hurting himself. Just Endeavor being there is a reminder of the hero world. Which would only provoke Touya more. And Endeavor can’t just leave his job; he was the #2 after all. At the same time, Enji is running away from the problem by not trying to talk to Touya more and helping him to control his flames at least. He was trying to save Touya from himself, but he was also ignoring the real problem.

3. Side note (and because I just 💙 Shoto), the manga panels show baby Shoto sleeping on his little bed with a frosty snot bubble coming out of his nose 🥺! Not only is it adorable, but it seems like Shoto had his quirk since he was very young.

Time skip 5 years later! This is back when Shoto was being dragged along by Enji while watching his siblings play ball WAY back in Shoto’s Origin chapter what a throwback, Horikoshi (Season 2 Ep. 10 in the anime; I think Chapter 39 in the manga)! Fuyumi is 12 yrs old, Natsuo is 8 yrs old, and Touya is 13 yrs old. So, that confirms that Touya is 1 year older than Fuyumi, Natsuo is 4 years younger than Fuyumi, and Shoto is 3 years younger than Natsuo since Shoto was 5 then. God, they looked so cute back then! I’m honestly amazed how freaking TALL Natsuo is at 8 YEARS OLD! He’s taller than Fuyumi here and probably Touya. Someone put this kid in the Haikyuu!! universe and teach him volleyball! He’d be great, I know it!

We see a few panels of what is basically a remastered version of what we saw during Shoto’s Origin story. Shoto really wanted to play ball with his siblings, but Enji wouldn’t let him 😭. I know Natsuo and Shoto try to play ball in present day in the 5th(?) light novel. Natsuo plays it properly, but Shoto accidentally smacks the shit out of it 🤣. It’s a very bittersweet scene and I suggest you guys read the translations of it if you can find it. *AHEM* Anyway while Shoto is looking at them with sadness, Touya is looking back at Shoto with malice in his eyes. Touya clearly still hated Shoto...

Next, we see Touya trying to talk to Natsuo in bed. While he admits that he was wrong for trying to attack Shoto, he thinks Enji is to blame as well. Ok, Enji lit Touya’s figurative flame, but Enji did not attack Shoto. That was all Touya’s doing. Had he listened to his father and not been so driven to jealousy, he wouldn’t have attacked. Enji did a lot of things, but he did not provoke that attack.

Natsuo was too tired to listen to Touya talk, so he suggested that he talk to Fuyumi instead. Touya thought that Natsuo was the only one who could understand and he didn’t talk to Fuyumi because “all the women in the family were no good”. OKAY, I don’t know if this is straight up sexism or something else, but goddamn Touya. That is-, that’s not okay. At all. Respect women pls, my dude. Hell, Fuyumi and Rei probably would’ve been a good people to talk to back then.

One day, Touya is trying to leave the house probably to go train again. Rei tries to convince him to play with his friends instead, but of course Touya refuses. Because Rei feels shackled to her marriage, she wants Touya to look at a world outside of heroism so he can be someone he really wants to be. This is basically what Enji told Touya before and Rei’s echoing his words. And they are right, but Touya’s too driven to really think of anything else.

Touya gets mad and starts insulting Rei. He says because his mother sold Rei to Enji, she’s conspiring to all of this. Touya’s losing his mind and Rei’s scared of him. I want to point out that one translation I read say that Rei’s mother’s side of the family was actually poor so Rei was actually bought via money like I remembered. But, that doesn’t mean she intended to hurt Touya.

Next panel reveals that Touya was born between Jan. 1st and April. 1st. We know Dabi’s B-Day is on Jan. 18th based off his profile page. Though, this could be a lie for all we know. The guy’s still a big mystery. Anyway, Touya’s fire is growing stronger and finally turns into that iconic blue fire. When his emotions are heightened his flames get more powerful, but he starts crying too. Enji learns of Touya’s secret training and gets mad at him again. Touya just wants to prove that Enji was right for creating him. Touya’s gone completely insane at this point. The fire that Enji lit could not be put out. It was too late at this point.

And the abuse... JFC... Enji was mad at Rei for letting Touya train and he abuses her (looks like he hit her). Little 5 yr old Shoto steps up and tries to stop his father from hurting his mother. Fuyumi and Natsuo are hiding and crying, and Fuyumi is covering both their ears. Rei reflects that she chose to be married to Enji and she truly thought she could have a family full of laughter. Th-this just hurts. No emoji can express how awful this situation is. Enji looks like a monster in these panels (we still don’t know exactly when the abuse started, but I think it was either after Touya tried to kill Shoto or here when Rei failed to stop Touya from training). Shoto’s crying and yelling at Enji to protect his mom. His siblings too if you think about it. Even back then, Shoto was a hero even when he really shouldn’t had been.

The present goes back and forth with the past here. Touya waited for Enji to come see him train, but he never came. Rei also ignored Touya even though she knew of his problems. Touya was truly alone on that mountain. And here’s where Rei’s blame comes in. She was a good mother, I think. But she did ignore Touya when he needed her most. She kind of ran away too.

Back to Dabi, he reminisces of how he faked his own “death” back on that mountain after Enji didn’t show up. He didn’t know how to stop the fire because Enji only taught him to increase the fire. Touya started a whole wildfire. The whole place turned to ash. Enji tried looking for his son, but was devastated when he couldn’t. Gotta say, these panels are brutal. Like, Tenko Shimura’s Origin chapters were dark, but this is a different kind of dark.

Back to the present. Enji says that after Touya “died” he didn’t know what to do other than to focus on Shoto (the panel shows a dark figure of Enji looming over a sad Shoto similar to that image of Overhaul looming over Eri because she wasn’t saved yet). Rei got more disgusted just seeing Enji and she started seeing his shadow when she saw her kids, specifically Shoto and Natsuo (maybe because Natsuo is more built like Enji?). Fuyumi and Natsuo blame themselves for not doing anything and thinking things were okay even though they knew what was going on. Natsuo still blames Enji of course because Enji started this all. And I can’t say that Natsuo’s wrong, but Enji doesn’t shoulder the whole blame. And yeah, Fuyumi and Natsuo were still just kids when this happened, but a little extra push from them could’ve helped. It’s just the “It’s my fault” game with the Todoroki’s except for Shoto.

Natsuo’s taking a big hit here. He was closest to Touya and if Natsuo took more action to help Touya, Dabi probably wouldn’t have been born. Touya could’ve even treated Shoto to some soba 😭. That’s a nice thought, Natsu, but we all know what did happen in the end.

So, Rei concludes that everyone is shouldering some blame towards their family’s problems and that it isn’t completely Enji’s fault (this I agree with). Even so, Rei says that his family would still help him get back up even if he fell. Coming from Rei, the woman who was abused and put in a mental hospital, this is saying A LOT! We saw some of this back in the Pro Heroes arc (Endeavor Vs. High End), but here it’s said out loud. Even a family as broken as the Todorokis can still heal.

Rei then calls Shoto the family hero as if it weren’t for him going to UA, making friends, and taking action to repair his family, then none of this would’ve happened. There’s a page that shows present day injured Shoto at the center and that iconic “IT’S YOUR QUIRK, NOT HIS” scene from the Sports Fest. in the background. TDDK or not, this is such a damn good throwback! I love everything about it. Again, Shoto’s the family hero, but Izuku’s the true hero in all this. If he didn’t meddle with Shoto’s family problems, then Shoto and his family would still be a broken mess. Izuku might as well be an honorary Todoroki at this point 💙💚

Endeavor is still crying hard (the man’s literally shook) and Shoto finally speaks (his speech bubbles are shakey, so his voice might be raspier than usual). Shoto talked with Rei about how he plans to face Dabi on his own. Rei said “no”. Shoto concludes that everyone’s going to help stop Dabi, including Enji. The panel shows Shoto LITERALLY REACHING OUT to Enji!!! His face shows that he’s still kind of reluctant, but this is a sign that Shoto’s is close to forgiveness. He’s not there yet and he can turn back whenever he wants. But, this is Shoto’s choice and I’m so freaking proud of him. I love this ❄️🔥 boy so much, guys 💙😭!

The final panel shows Haws and Best Jeanist outside of Enji’s hospital room and they heard pretty much everything. Very similar to how Bakugo accidentally eavesdropped on Shoto and Izuku back in the Sports Fest haha! Neither of them look mad or sad, but more contempt I think. Massive problems in the Todoroki family that’s lasted over 20 years is finally being fixed. Shoto rebuilding his relationship with his family was good, but THIS is a big step since it’s not just Shoto taking action. It’s the whole family.

Wooo... I think that’s it. Again, the Todoroki Family storyline is one of my favorites in the BNHA series. Probably the most controversial and dividing, but still damn good. I feel bad for everyone in this family. Everyone but Shoto feels some kind of blame and ultimately they are at fault here to some degree. The biggest ones are obviously Enji and Touya himself. Rei’s also a big reason why things went wrong (she really could’ve helped Touya more), but not NEARLY as much as the big two. Shoto’s the only one who isn’t at fault at all yet he’s still willing to step up to the plate to help his family. Again, I love this kid so damn much 💙! I’m sorry if I missed any details btw. I might make edits to fix them when the official release comes out on Sunday.

TL;DR Version of Last 2 BNHA Chapters:

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homosvxual · 4 years ago

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hey everyone !! <3 i’m kahlo and this is the baby to end all babies... catra ! i’ll write da usual stuff under the cut including some bg info & whatever. spoilers for she-ra below,, if u ever need a non-spoilery breakdown just dm me and i’ll be happy to oblige !!

uploading data … ⟳ 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙴 ! welcome , CATRA. a long way from SHE-RA AND THE PRINCESSES OF POWER , huh ? hm … a twenty year old waitress who looks like BRITTANY O’GRADY — could be worse. i heard you were at PIZZA PLANET when we un - glitched , & you ( gasped and whispered adora’s name ]. still the RESOURCEFUL & JEALOUS type , that’s why [ doc martens, ripped jeans, and snarky comments ]’s totally your vibe. the memory of DEFEATING HORDE PRIME is hazy , but maybe the ( mask and force captain badge ) waiting for you at the pawn shop’ll bring clarity. + catgirl , cisfemale [ she/her ] , lesbian.

ok so here she works at pizza planet as a waitress bc i think that’s funny as fuck and i love to put this bastard through misery. she hates the annoying ass kids running around w snot dripping out of their nose but she really doesn’t know what else to do. plus pizza planet....space... kinda reminds her of etheria in a fucked up way.

she has her long messy hair tho i’m sorry rip to the asking for the manager season 5 haircut

but anyways..... yeah. she’s kinda aching for adora but really wants a new start and she’s like fuck it if working at a pizza planet is the way to go lets fucking do it baby ?

i also feel like she thinks adora will see the word ‘planet’ and bring her big empty headed forehead over there,, so catra just stays put in case she ever comes (she is delusional jfkdlsfjkds)

catra just stares at the mask and force captain badge with disgust most of the time because she knows she was just.... so terrible back then.

if u don’t watch she-ra, basically catra is like......a feral raging homosexual with mommy issues and has a bunch of repressed emotions. she’s a scorpio and evil -- jk, she was but then she got a kick ass redemption arc. she was literally in love w her best friend adora and took it out on the world like a freak ? always felt the need to prove herself but nowadays she’s mellowing out. she’s still a work in progress tho and can tend to be a snappy asshole. enjoys making fun of people and also starting fights. big teaser. needy. abandonment issues and has trauma from physical and emotional abuse from her supposed mother figure (miss shadow weaver smh)

but deep down she’s got a heart of gold and i think that is beautiful <3

she hates water.

also physical touch. if u dont know her like that and try to hug her she will sue

likes cats :3 has a kitty named melog

also i’m sorry that her name is catra what can u do with a cheesy 80′s reboot sjkfhdskjlffdjl u will look her in the eyes and call her a cat.

i dont think shes a catgirl in this virtual world but if u wanna picture brittany o’grady w ears and a tail i will not stop u

big lesbian

she has heterochromia so one eye is blue, the other is yellow !

i like to think she picked up skateboarding living on this world so fuck it. she skateboards to work

will cause problems on purpose

she’s super smart tho and cunning and tactical <3 queen shit

if your character has any kind of morals she thinks they’re corny asf

ok some possible connections:

a FRIEND !! you might be thinking, well that’s lame and bland. but catra just does NOT make friends easily because she’s a dickhead. she pushes people away and keeps herself at a distance. especially after the whole ‘i had a friend once but then we fell in love after i tried to kill her multiple times’ thing! i’d like it if someone could redefine what it means to be friends for her :( that’d be nice. bc friendship leaves a bad taste in catra’s mouth.

PETTY ENEMIES !! catra is always sticking her tongue out at them, teasing them, giving them a hard time & ur muse is most likely returning the energy. what are they enemies about ? why can’t they get along? we can plot that out !! :3

her therapist. pfksdlfjsfls this one’s mostly a joke but fr maybe catra goes to ur muse for all her problems and she’s like “tell anyone i said that tho and i’ll kill u. ok see u same time tomorrow -_-”

HOOK UPS! catra needs to get out her needy sexual frustrations because YOU try working at pizza planet all day, okay ? it’s disgusting. she’s lonely. but don’t touch her afterwards she’ll bully you.

A MOTHER FIGURE.. please oh my god ? catra has NEVER in her life had a positive motherly figure ?? give her advice. hand on the shoulder. scold her. offer words of encouragement fkjslfs

idk what else to put but yes thank u for reading i love you!!!!!! pls hmu to plot!!!!! or we can just wing it out ! i don’t mind either hehe :~)

#cloud:intro #yesssirrr !!#i will use this opportunity to also drop my tags pls dont mind me #┆ ┈ 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖋 𝖜𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖊 𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖉 ? (𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑𝖘). * (musings)#┆ ┈ 𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 𝖇𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖆𝖙. * ( visual. )#┆ ┈ 𝖈𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖕 𝖇𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆 𝖘𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖕𝖎𝖔! * ( interactions. )

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jvncnt · 5 years ago

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𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐢 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 , beautiful people ! my name is lenny ( 22 , she/her , mst ) & i’m absolutely hyped to be joining this amazing group ! it’s honestly been a hot minute since i last rped in a group , but i truly cannot resist anything that my bbys stephy & leia come up with so here i am ! i’m bringing you my boy jayden , a completely new muse , but i’m really excited to develop him here . pls bare with me if whatever is below the cut is a mess , that’s just representative of my permanent state rn sjkdlhfs but i wanna plot with each & every one of you , so pls hmu ! give this post a like or slide into my dms , or u can reach me via d*sc*rd @ lenny the pooh#3088 ! ily all already , can’t wait to be a part of this group ✨

* 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐠𝐨𝐬 here and do i have the tea for you . jayden is back in bridgehampton for the summer , living off the vincent’s family $670 million net worth . must be nice to come back home to the hamptons , i wonder what his fellow class of 2017 grads think of his return . you know , he was known around town as the vainglorious and for bhs senior superlatives he was crowned as most likely to punch you in the face . i wonder if that still holds true today , a lot can change when you go off to pace university and study commercial dance . either way , i bet he is still very steadfast , assured , truculent and heedless . hopefully this time next year the plans to dance professionally come true . in the meantime , i look forward to seeing him blast cross me - ed sheeran , chance the rapper , & pnb rock at every hamptons function . it’s going to be a wild summer home , welcome back .

alright so i’ll just drop some bullet points here that’ll tell u all about jay !

( tw : mention of suicide , drugs )

his father is one of the most well-known boxers around , but not for anything great : he was a major heavyweight champ in his early days but shortly after jayden was born his mother committed suicide after a really difficult struggle with postpartum depression , which was not aided by her concern for her husband’s dangerous and demanding career — after that , everything sorta went downhill for jay’s father .

he was caught in one of the biggest drug busts in new york history and went to prison , leaving 10 year old jay in the hands of his paternal grandparents in the hamptons , who already were more like parents to him than his father would ever be .

his grandfather was a big time boxer in his day ( then worked as a mentor to some other big names until his retirement ) , and his son’s troubles disappointed him because he wanted the vincent legacy to live on , so he started mentoring jayden to reclaim the family name in the boxing world .

for a while things went well and jay was into the whole boxing thing , but his grandfather began to put more and more pressure on him as he grew older , along with everyone else around him — he was the star of bhs’ wrestling team and everyone envisioned him up on the big stage , giving creed a run for his money — but jayden couldn’t see it . he really wasn’t that into boxing . sure it gave him an excuse to punch shit and get his anger out , but that only goes so far until you begin to question the true meaning behind what you’re doing .

for jay , the only meaning he could see in pursuing a boxing career was to reclaim the vincent name that his father had tarnished all those years ago , as his grandfather wanted him to , but that moment of glory wasn’t enough to outweigh the lack of passion jay felt underneath every punch — not to mention how much he feared following in his father’s footsteps . he also wasn’t sure he wanted to give his father the satisfaction of reclaiming their throne .

so what was he going to do ? well , where his passion lacked in boxing , it absolutely thrived in dance . his grandmother founded a major dance studio in the hamptons and jay spent many evenings there while growing up . at first he just did homework in his grandmother’s office , but then he started snooping on classes out of boredom before he befriended one of the male teachers who convinced him to try out a class . and from there it kinda snowballed . his teacher turned into more of a mentor than his grandfather would ever be , and jay felt more excitement leading up to his dance classes than his boxing lessons .

his grandfather at first saw dance as a good way for jay to keep up his stamina and exercise in different ways , but then he started to notice the imbalance between his grandson’s passion for dance and for boxing and he grew frustrated . “ dancing’s not for vincent men , " he once told jay . “ grow some balls and throw some punches . ”

out of pure fear of his grandfather and disappointing him , jay continued to pursue his grandfather’s dreams for him and trained almost every day , but then he’d sneak away to late night dance sessions because he just couldn’t avoid how magnetized he was to a life of dance . the creativity , excitement , and pure fun held more meaning than boxing ever would for him , but it took him until high school graduation to properly admit that to himself .

his grandmother , the wonderful spitfire of a woman she is , sneakily led jay through the application process of every major dance academy across the states , even though her husband found no use in sending their future heavyweight champion grandson off to college . she’s always supported jay for every decision he’s made and wanted nothing but the best for him , whether it was boxing or dance or something completely different . she’s the source of all of his confidence , ambition , and determination .

it wasn’t until the acceptance letter came in the mail from pace university that jayden came clean to his grandfather . it was a messy , loud , stressful , emotional night , but his grandfather eventually realized there was no use in arguing or fighting — he raised jay to be strong , independent , and everything he wished his son had been , and he knew that when jay set his sights on something , he was going to do it no matter what .

WHEW ok now we come to the present : jay has been excelling in pace’s commercial dance program , his passion for dance blazing brighter than ever before , and he’s returned home to the hamptons every summer to visit his beloved grandparents . with his senior year coming up , he has already lined up several auditions for world tours and music videos and more to set his dance career in motion . he’s honestly looking forward to seeing his old bhs alumni over the summer and rubbing their noses in the success of his own future that he is writing .

as for a lil about his personality :

he’s well known as the vainglorious , aka excessively proud of oneself or one's achievements ; overly vain .

not to say he’s a bit of a dick but ... he’s a dick .

as much as he hates to admit it , he definitely inherited his father’s hotheadedness and his utter selfishness .

he has always been the kid who doesn’t just think he’s the shit , but is the shit . he’s cocky in an annoyingly charming way and flirted his way up every social ladder during high school .

being the star of the wrestling team also didn’t help to deflate his ego sdljkhf like he didn’t love boxing or wrestling , but he knew he was damn good at it and just likes being the best .

as for some positives about my boy !! he is a charmer and he’s always loved to have fun . he spent so much of his childhood and teen years training and working hard that when he gets free time , whew he revels in it .

working hard is in his blood and he just oozes determination and will be your biggest hype man because he’s a dick but he still wants to see everyone succeed ! he knows what it feels like to be passionate about something and wanting to chase your dreams , and he will help you chase those dreams !!!

a big ol’ flirt , but he’s not really a player . he’s never been one to sleep around or act like breaking hearts is a sport . he grew up really admiring his grandparents’ marriage , all while remembering the poor relationship he knows his parents had , and definitely is a bit of a romantic . but that’s not to say he isn’t down to have some fun either lol

UUHHHH I REALLY DK WHAT ELSE TO SAY !!!

like i said , he’s a work in progress so i’m sorry this isn’t more detailed or fancy , i’m truly just so excited to be here that i wanted to get this up asap !

if you'd like to take a look at the shitty pinterest board i made for him , you can find it right here ! you can ignore the extra sections on it , it's a recycled board from an old muse but i'm leaving the connection sections there in case any of the pins work with the plots i get going with u !

as for connections , i’m truly down for anything and everything !! which i know is sooo basic to say but i’m forreal . if you have some angst or drama you wanna throw my way , i am here for it ! i also pride myself on my ability to brainstorm fun plots , so don’t be afraid to reach out !

xo ily

#entitled:intro #this is going without a gif bc i still gotta edit rome's #but hello happy saturday #pls love me

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suhoerections · 5 years ago

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Impulse Control || Part 1

⟹ Racer!AU || Gang!AU || Biker!AU

⟹ Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst || Rated: M

⟹ Word Count: 7.9k

⟹ Paring: Junmyeon x reader

⟹ Summary: Junmyeon is caught up in the tragedy he finds himself in, but can you cope watching him lose himself?

⟹ Warnings: Mention of abusive family || Mention of drug use || Mention of smoking || Mention of illegal activities || 3k long smut || Daddy kink || Oral: female receiving || Soft Junmyeon || Body worship || Praise || Unprotected sex (use condoms pls) ||

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6

Tag List:@byunfirstlady @strikingsilouettes @chanyeolol @letsmakeitforever (If you would like to be added please send an ask or DM me :))

A/N: This is a collab with some lovely people called EXO Customs!! And a spin off based on @ninibears-erigom fic Pretty Little Vixen check out the other collabs here! @fairyyeols @kyungseokie @kimjongdaely @kpop---scenarios @yeoldontknow @skjdln @baekwell--tart

Not advised for younger viewers

Additional note, this is set 8 year prior all the fics within this collaboration as this series focuses on the backstory of Junmyeon

Junmyeon’s heart skipped a beat as he walked into the bar with a few of his friend’s trailing behind. He couldn’t help the love sick smile that fell upon his boyish features as he watched you go about your work.

Junmyeon liked you, everyone with half a brain knew that. And he got teased relentlessly for it - whether it be from his best friends, the gang of boys he was close enough to call his brothers or his actual brother.

But he didn’t care. He couldn’t.

Even though he had the classic “bad boy” reputation he’d been sporting since highschool, you were his weak spot. The black leather jacket, cigarette hanging off his lips, piercings adorning his ear and the classic Harley he rode everywhere; he gave off a ‘not to be fucked with’ energy.

“Hey baby cakes,” You heard Chanyeol coo, his lips lifting into a smirk as he leant on the table you were cleaning, “Mind getting us a table?”

You huffed an amused smile at him, gesturing to a booth in the back of the bar, “That big enough for you and your butt buddies, Channie?” You teased back, still wiping down the table.

“Perfect,” He smiled, walking toward the booth with the rest following behind.

Except Junmyeon.

He leant against the table like Chanyeol had, but his height meant he wasn’t towering over you, his lips curved into a warm smile as his eyes met your own.

You’d known that smile since forever. His eyes always crinkled and his cheeks would flush slightly - it was your favorite thing about him. Junmyeon had that smile since you’d met him in high school, his academics surprisingly high despite his reputation. But you’d grown close, being in most of the “academically challenging” classes together. And you’d often forget about his rep in the small moments you shared together studying after school at the library or at your house.

For a while you liked him, your teenage self falling head over heels for him. Though you gave up, his bad boy reputation preceding him along with a line of girls ready to drop dead at his wish. It’s why you gave up, the raging threat of estrogen stopping you from wanting to even attempt something with him.

Though it didn’t matter, your senior year proving to be more successful within the dating scheme of things. Your first love appeared; Choi Minho stealing your heart and virginity, though, college soon had him leaving. So you never really cared too much about romantic feelings towards Junmyeon and you assumed he felt the same.

Yet, you were questioning that.

“Your shift ends in an hour, right?” Junmyeon questioned, cocking an eyebrow quizzically as if he didn’t know the answer already.

“Yep,” You hummed, “Though you would already know that.” A teasing smile crept onto your face as you walked toward the bar, placing the cloth on the polished wood.

Junmyeon smirked, “Of course I did, just wanted to know if you need a lift home?” He offered, moving to lean against the bar instead of the table.

You shrugged, letting yourself admire how the warm light of the bar hit his handsome features, “I don’t mind going for a ride.” You hummed, smiling at the offer.

“I don’t mind taking you for one,” Junmyeon replied cockily, sending a wink your way before walking back off to the booth with the others, a few wolf whistles greeting him.

The remaining hour of your shift passed quickly. The night was slow, so you mostly spent time chatting with Junmyeon and his group of friends.

“Where’s Jongin?” You questioned, noticing his absence among the group.

A shit eating grin fell upon Baekhyun’s face as he started to speak, “Little Nini’s out with his sweetheart,”

“You sure he isn’t in his sweetheart?” Chanyeol snickered, shoving Baek teasingly. A few laughed at his remark, a smile of your own forming on your features.

“Has it been an hour?” Junmyeon asked through the group’s talking, eyes meeting your own as he spoke.

You hummed, looking to the small watch on your wrist, “Yep, I’ll go grab my stuff.” You smiled at him before walking off to the staff room.

Butterflies fluttered in his stomach as you sent him the warm smile. Junmyeon hated how love sick he was, so he tried to mask it - yet, he couldn’t help the way he melted at your small gestures or the way his stomach did flips at every smile you shot his way.

He had felt like this a few times before, though never like this. His crush for you was a crescendo of emotions built up since high school. He’d never really thought about dating you until senior year - when he realised he would rather be the one you stole kisses from in the hallway, or how he’d imagine it was you he was making out with behind the bleachers. Though he disregarded it, your friendship being more important to him than a romantic relationship that would turn south as you were already with Minho.

He’d felt like this on and off, though his 21st was easily the tipping point. It was the way the late afternoon breeze hit you perfectly; the wind catching your hair, smile lighting up your features and he swore you had never looked more beautiful than that day. The almost summer night being full of laughter and fun, though he always found himself gravitating toward you - the feelings he’d bottled up exploding in the singular moment where he felt like you held his heart.

It had only happened a month or two ago; summer being in full swing now. Though his feelings never waned, not once.

“I’m ready,” You walked back out, a small bag of your things swung over your shoulder and a small smile on your lips.

Junmyeon nodded, a bashful smile painted across his features as he watched you walk toward the table. “I’m gonna take y/n home,” He spoke, making sure to say the words a little louder than Chanyeol’s booming laugh.

A shit eating grin lit up Yeol’s face as he winked at Junmyeon, whispering a remark to Baekhyun and Jongdae that had equally shit eating grins forming on their faces.

Junmyeon rolled his eyes, getting up and holding his hand out to you, “Let’s go,”

An appreciative smile fell upon your lips as you grabbed his hand. He was warm and inviting, the calloused skin comforting as it cupped your own.

Junmyeon led you outside into the cool night wordlessly, the small breeze sending a shiver down your spine as you felt the temperature drop from being inside the heated bar.

“Its lovely,” Junmyeon hummed, his eyes trained on the twinkling stars above the you both.

“I remember when we went stargazing that time,” You whispered into the night air, rubbing your arms gently as the wind licked at your skin, “The stars always remind me of you,”

He turned to you slightly, eyes twinkling much like the stars stretched out above you, “Really?”

“Yeah,” You hummed, leaning into him for warmth as the summer night proved to be cooler than anticipated, “I don’t know why, they just do.”

Junmyeon wrapped a comforting arm around you, pulling you into his body as an attempt at warming you. Your body instinctively reacted, moving to further press yourself against his warmth. It caused the familiar smell of cigarettes and worn leather to tickle your nose. He’d always smelt like that - yet it wasn’t acrid or invading, it was comforting. There was an undertone to it that always had him smelling like home.

“Take my jacket,” Junmyeon urged, moving to slip the worn leather off his shoulders. You nodded, threading your arms through the jacket casually. He’d had the jacket since forever, and it wasn’t the first time you’d worn it. The black leather knew you well, it was soft and soothing, coaxing a warmth into your skin that the breeze snatched away.

Junmyeon walked a little further to where he parked his pride and joy - a Harley his brother, Dongkyu, had bought for him as soon as he got his motorbike licence. It meant a lot to him, the bike being his one relief when things got too thick at home with his parents. He was always able to escape - and after graduation he did, moving in with Dongkyu and starting a new life.

You wrapped the oversized jacket further around you, humming in content as you let Junmyeon’s scent wash over you.

“Here,” He handed you his spare helmet, slipping his own over his head. You followed his actions, buckling the helmet on with ease.

“Can we go through the city?” You asked, watching him seat himself on the bike, a smirk resonating on his lips as his eyes flicked to your own.

“You want a joy ride?” Junmyeon asked, his biceps bulging slightly through the thin cotton shirt as he adjusted himself on the bike.

You nodded in response, “Please,” His body was warm as you shuffled on behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso tightly and situating yourself on the bike.

Junmyeon smirked to himself as he felt you press up against him, his wrist cocking to rev the engine of the Harley, the deep rumble making you grip him tighter.

“Hold on tight, baby girl.”

Your giggles mixed with the heavy sounds of Junmyeon’s laughter as he parked the bike outside your small house.

“So I assumed you enjoyed it?” He smirked, eyes twinkling mischievously in the dim light of the street lamp.

“Yeah, until the cops started chasing after you for speeding!” You whacked his arm teasingly, the smirk on your face giving away your enjoyment of the chase.

“Yeah, yeah,” He teased, a grin twisting on his lips as he helped you out of the helmet, “You still enjoyed it.”

You hummed, smoothing down your hair as you watched Junmyeon remove his own helmet, “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t,” You winked at him, walking up to the porch and pulling out your keys, “You’ll never know.”

He huffed, placing a hand on the small of your back as you unlocked the door to your house. “I think the smirk on your face gives it away,” Junmyeon cooed, poking his tongue out in childish annoyance. You giggled again, the sound causing the butterflies to resurface in his stomach.

“Okay, okay, I liked it,” You caved, smiling up at him as you leaned on the wooden door frame. Junmyeon’s smile lit up at your admittance - even though you’d been obvious about your distaste for his clash with the law, you couldn’t deny the adrenaline rush that came with winding down the back alleyways and the whine of the sirens. And he couldn’t help but get a kick out of the way you succumbed so easily to the past time you scolded him for.

“Thank you,” Your voice was deeper, more serious as you let yourself get lost in the twinkle of his eyes.

“Any time,” He spoke, a smile lighting up his words as he leaned on the front door, “I’m glad you had some fun.”

You huffed a small smile, reaching up to pat down some of his hair that stuck up from the helmet. Junmyeon couldn’t help the way he so easily melted into your touch, eyes fluttering closed as he relaxed and let you smooth down his hair.

“Big baby,” You muttered, slipping your hand down to poke his cheek, “You haven’t changed since high school.”

He melted, the smile on his face softening as he brought his hand up to cup your cheek, Junmyeon once again being unable to help himself. You leaned into his touch, the callouses caressing your cheek in a comfort you found only he could provide.

“Dummy,” He whispered back teasingly, unable to come up with a good enough remark.

You giggled, stomach fluttering in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time. You sensed the way your body wanted to inch closer, move into Junmyeon and melt into him. Part of you disregarded it - but the other part, the one that you listened to all those years ago when you were in school, told you otherwise.

His eyes flicked to your lips and your breath hitched slightly, your body anticipating his next move.

Junmyeon leaned in slightly, enough so you could move away if you wanted - but you couldn’t. Your feet were rooted to the porch, your body planted there as he closed the gap.

The kiss was gentle and despite your frozen state, you managed to kiss back. His lips moulded with yours in a delicate dance you’d both been wanting to take for years.

Part of you still believed that you had gotten over Junmyeon; but you suppose you hadn’t, not when you so instantaneously kissed him back. It was natural, the way your body moved into his, pressing against his broad chest as you both deepened the kiss slightly.

Junmyeon pulled away first, his lips pulling away only slightly, eyes boring into your own as if they were searching for what you were feeling. You looked back at him openly, leaning up slightly to peck him gently before pulling away properly.

“Thanks Jun,” You smirked, slipping his leather jacket off your shoulders and holding out to him. It took a moment of registration before his own smirk crept onto his face, grabbing the jacket off you before leaning in again and landing a chaste kiss to your lips.

A giggle sounded from you as you moved toward him, letting yourself be swept up in another kiss of his. Junmyeon smiled into it, one hand resting on the small of your back and the other cupping your cheek as he kissed your breath away.

“I really have to get inside,” You giggled between kisses, squeezing his biceps and attempting to pull away.

He couldn’t help the goofy, love sick smile that spread across his face, “I won't keep you any longer,” Junmyeon chuckled, reluctantly moving back to let you in.

A light blush scattered your cheeks as you opened the front door, walking in and turning around to face him, “Goodnight, Junmyeon.”

“Goodnight,” He smiled, leaning in to steal at least one more kiss from you; which you did enthusiastically, unable to hold back the smile as you kissed him for the last time that night.

Junmyeon pulled away, landing a peck to your cheek with a wide smile spread across his face - which you mirrored with your own.

“See ya,” He cooed before turning around and wandering back down to his bike.

You stood there for a bit, leaning on your door frame and offering him a small wave as he strapped his helmet back on, not properly going inside until you saw him speed up the street and off into the night.

“Dongkyu!!” Junmyeon barged into their shared house, the entranceway leading straight off into the messy living room where Dongkyu sat.

“What?” He replied, chewing on a sandwich and kicking his feet up on the coffee table, a rerun of some shitty cooking show lighting up the dark space.

Junmyeon flopped on the couch next to his brother, a love sick smile lighting up his features, “Guess.”

“Ya, you shit just tell me,” His older brother whined with a mouthful of sandwich, flicking him in the head playfully.

“Something happened,” He replied, his smile widening as he remembered the stolen kisses.

“Yeah, and spit it out,” Dongkyu sassed, cocking an eyebrow and taking another bite.

“I kissed her,” Junmyeon sighed, staring off into the distance with that love sick grin as his memories replayed the moment over in his head.

“Which one?” Dongkyu teased, a shithead grin rising on his face as Junmyeon slapped him in the arm.

“You know which one, dumbass.” He scoffed, shoving his brother with his foot playfully.

“Ahhhh, the one that you’ve been into since high school.” Dongkyu said casually, continuing to munch on his food.

“I haven’t been into her since highschool! Only at my birthday!” Junmyeon replied defensively.

“You punched a hole in the wall when she got a boyfriend,” Dongkyu swallowed, “You’ve liked her since highschool.”

Junmyeon rolled his eyes, “Shut up, Kyu.” He huffed, getting up to walk into the connected kitchen.

“You love me,” He called out to his younger brother, attention now back onto the TV screen in front of him. Junmyeon chuckled, starting to prepare some dinner for himself.

“You sure about that?” He smirked, slapping some cold meat between some bread.

“Absolutely certain,” Dongkyu said cockily, walking up to the sink and putting away his dirty plate, “You ask her on a date or did you just suck face?”

“We just kissed,” Junmyeon sighed, taking a bite of his food, “Though I’ll ask her on one.”

“Make it special, you haven’t taken a chick on a date properly before,” Dongkyu advised more seriously.

“Hey-”

“Don’t even try to deny it, you’ve been blowing your load and hitting the road since high school, Jun. Now you’ve finally got a girl, make it special. I know you want to woo Y/N, so take her out on like a picnic or something.” He cocked an eyebrow at Junmyeon, “You got that?”

Junmyeon rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah,”

Dongkyu raised his eyebrows, “Shit head, don’t ‘yeah, yeah’ me, I’m giving you advice.”

Junmyeon chuckled, looking toward his older brother, “I’ll take her out then.”

“Good,” Dongkyu huffed a small smile, ruffling his brother’s hair, the thick stands matching his own.

Dongkyu and Junmyeon were about as close as brother’s could get. They shared the same handsome features and thick hair as well as academy smarts, and even the same house. Their upbringing making each other the only people they could turn to when things went out of control with their parents - Dongkyu even going as far to try and adopt Junmyeon when he turned 18. It was the least he could do to try and get his brother away from his parents.

Though it didn’t go to plan, government adoption policies forcing their way between the relief Junmyeon needed. It was one of the things that made him realise the law never really was the help that him and his brother needed, his rebellious streak growing throughout his teenage years when shit really started to hit the fan.

But he always had Dongkyu to turn to, and even though he wanted to talk to you about it, it was hard when he knew you couldn’t relate to what he was going through. Junmyeon didn’t need sympathy - he needed his brother.

“Go shower, you stink,” Dongkyu smirked, poking his brother in the side playfully.

Junmyeon scoffed, swallowing the last of his dinner, “Not as bad as you,” He retorted, wandering off toward the bathroom.

“Idiot,” Dongkyu muttered to himself, huffing a smile as he continued doing the dishes.

Junmyeon was surprisingly nervous.

He waited outside the bar casually, leaning on the worn brick with a cigarette between his teeth. He knew your shift would end soon and you would walk out the front just like you always did.

Though this time it was different. He hadn’t spoken to you since last night and he was worried that you were just being nice, that maybe it hadn’t mean anything and he was just overthinking it.

It was sending him into a spiral of love sick thoughts, ‘what ifs’ swirling around his head in a destructive path. Junmyeon had never been this impacted by a girl - he never got feelings or into relationships.

His heart skipped a beat as you walked out of the front doors and into the night. You didn’t notice him at first, too focused on putting something in your bag.

“Y/N?” Junmyeon asked tentatively, standing up properly rather than leaning on the wall.

“Myeon!” You smiled widely, turning to him. It was a pleasant surprise finding him out here, relief and nervousness washing over you as you sensed what he was going to talk about.

Junmyeon’s face lit up in an equally wide smile, flicking the cigarette butt into the nearby bin and walking closer to you, “How are you?”

“Good,” You responded, a light blush scattering on your cheeks as you sensed the tension between you both - the tension of an unspoken event, “You?”

“I’m great,” He said nervously, reaching up to scratch the nape of his neck like he always did when something was bothering him, “But I’m not really here to talk about that.”

“What’s up?” You hummed, trying to disguise your erratic heartbeat or the way your palms were sweating.

“I was, uh, thinking about last night…” Junmyeon trailed, eyes flicking to the ground as a blush of his own scattered his cheeks.

“And?” You prompted, desperately trying not to chew your lip in anxiety.

“I wanted to know if you wanted to go on a date sometime?” His hand stilled on his neck, a new found fear of rejection pumping through him.

“I’d love to!” You lit up, a weight being lifted off your shoulders as your heart swelled. You’d been scared that maybe Junmyeon didn’t feel the same, even though all the signs were saying otherwise. The kiss had reopened old feelings that had been waiting to burst for a while - sometimes seeping through the cracks when you would indulge in his beauty or the way his laugh always cheered you up. But it all flooded out in a climax of last night; the kiss.

“Great!” Junmyeon’s smile widened, the anxiety easing away at your enthusiasm.

You giggled, unable to contain your happiness. “I have a day off tomorrow if you wanna do something then?”

The goofy smile on his face was contagious as he looked to you, “Tomorrow night then?”

“Sounds like a date,” You teased, winking at him.

Junmyeon chuckled at the gesture, holding his hand out, “Need a lift home?” His smile twisted into a smirk as you reached out to hold onto his calloused skin.

“Only if I get to wear the jacket,” You giggled, squeezing his hand and interlacing your fingers, leaning into him slightly.

“Deal,”

The hum of cicadas filled the summer night air.

It was beautiful, the moonlight dancing over the calm water, the small summer nights breeze keeping the weather from being stagnant.

But Junmyeon’s hearty laugh easily topped all that.

He sprawled out on the picnic blanket, laying on his side and looking up to you sitting close by.

“So you’re telling me that Dongkyu told you to ask me out?” You giggled, reaching over to brush some hair out of his eyes.

“I was gonna! It's just that he was nagging me!” Junmyeon pouted, gently leaning into your touch.

You laughed, the melody making him light up as the wind carried the sound away. “Its okay, I know this is your first sort of date,” You hummed, smiling at him gently, toying with the strands of his hair.

Junmyeon scoffed, “I’ve been on plenty of dates-”

“Baby, making out behind the bleachers isn’t a date.” You giggled, leaning down to kiss him gently.

“Well I haven’t been on a date like this,” He mumbled into your lips, “Nor have I ever taken anyone here before.”

You hummed, letting the sound of the small waves fill the silence on the cliffside, “You haven’t?”

Junmyeon shook his head, “I’ve been coming here for years, it's my little escape.”

Your smile widened, sitting back up to watch the ocean over the cliff, “Its lovely,” You were flattered, unable to ignore the way your heart squeezed as you realised he was letting you into the intimate parts of himself.

“I know,” Junmyeon sat up properly, scooching closer to you and snaking his arms around your waist, “I wanted to share it with you.”

His warmth and familiar scent surrounded you as you leaned back into him, getting lost in the small bubble you shared.

“I figured out why the stars remind me of you,” You whispered into the night, looking up to watch the expanse of the night sky twinkle with the little jewels.

“Why’s that?” He hummed, nuzzling your neck affectionately.

“Because your eyes, they twinkle like the stars when you’re happy,” You giggled, smiling up at the moon.

Junmyeon huffed a smile into the supple skin of your neck, his lips placing a fleeting kiss before pulling back, “Really?”

You hummed in agreement, tracing patterns onto his hand, “Yeah, they always get this little spark in them.”

He looked at you adoringly, leaning in to steal a kiss from you under the moonlit night. His kiss was a drug, taking your breath away, his lips moulding your own, sparking a light in you that no one else could - Junmyeon being the only person to have this affect on you.

You pulled back slightly, resting your forehead against his. You allowed yourself to indulge in the intimacy of the moment; the way your hearts became one and the only witness being the moon, watching two lovers indulge in each other beneath her watchful gaze.

Junmyeon’s cheek was warm as you brought a hand up to cup the soft skin, your thumb gently caressing the lines of his face.

“I’ve never felt like this about someone,” He admitted, voice low and quiet as he spoke, “I think…” He trailed, tongue darting out to moisten his lips as his heart weighed heavy with the confession, “I think I love you.”

You smiled, unable to hold in the way joy flooded your veins. You wanted to shout it from the rooftops, scream it until everyone knew that the man you’d loved since high school, loved you back.

“I think I love you too,” You hummed, feeling relieved at the admittance. You knew it was early, that it was a ‘taboo’ thing to say on a first date. But you couldn’t help but feel like this wasn’t just a first date.

Junmyeon’s eyes darkened, the chocolate orbs swimming under the dim moonlight as he brought his hands up to cup your cheeks, “I want to be the reason you smile… the reason you laugh, the reason you’re happy. I want to see you everyday and I want to be the one you say good morning and good night to… I just want to be with you so much it hurts, Y/N.” He was still whispering, though his voice was serious, “I love you so much it hurts.”

You melted, slipping your hand down from his cheek to rest your palm over his chest, letting Junmyeon’s touch take over.

“Jun…” The nickname fell off your lips in a choked whisper, your brain jumbling as you tried to collect yourself from the tidal wave of emotion that overtook you.

He didn’t need words, the emotions you felt being released in the deep kiss he brought you into. You tried to pour all your love into it, kissing back with a burning passion you’d been suppressing all those years, your hands bundling the fabric of his shirt up as you held onto him for dear life.

Junmyeon kissed back, letting himself be engulfed by the searing passion of your lips. He knew you didn’t need to tell him anything back - he already felt it in the way you kissed him.

You both pulled away, breathing heavy in the small space between you. Junmyeon rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes, basking in the moonlight and your love.

“I love you, Junmyeon,” You whispered, letting your own eyelids flutter shut.

“Thank you for tonight,” You said, smiling up at Junmyeon as you both stopped on your front porch.

“The pleasure is all mine,” He hummed, a goofy smile still planted on his lips as he remembered all the stolen kisses and moments you shared on the cliffside.

You chewed on your lip nervously, a light blush scattering your cheeks as you worked up the courage to ask, “Would you like to come in?”

Junmyeon shrugged, lips twisting into a small smirk, “Sure,” He hummed, watching you unlock the front door.

“You don’t have to,” You stated, walking in while trying to make an excuse for wanting to spend more time with him, “I just thought you’d want to. Get you out of Dongkyu’s hair for the night.” You chuckled, trying to make it light hearted.

Though the way Junmyeon’s hand sat heavy on the small of your back, or how you were hyper aware of his burning presence right behind you, made the situation anything but light hearted.

“Its fine,” Junmyeon’s voice was thick in the dark entryway, his heel gently kicking the door shut behind him and enclosing you in the small space with him. He seemed to pick up on the way your breath hitched, how your body tensed up in anticipation.

It caused the tension in the room to change dramatically, Junmyeon’s breathing mirroring your own as he reached out in the darkness and pulled you into his body. His hand was on your cheek while the other one held you against him on the small of your back.

“Is this okay?” He asked, the darkness only revealing a silhouette of him.

“Yeah,” You breathed, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck and pulling yourself into him.

“Good,” Junmyeon leaned in, closing the gap and bringing his lips to yours heatedly. He tried to keep it sweet, yet he couldn’t restrain the want and lust that projected through it. His grip on you tightened, pulling you further into him as he stumbled toward your room, keeping the kiss.

You gasped into it, fingers tangling in the thick locks of his hair as he haphazardly walked down the hallway. Junmyeon’s hands started to travel, the hand on your back now slinking down to cup the curve of your ass while the one on your cheek held onto your side. His touch was burning through your clothes, your body arching into him as he continued to clumsily fall back onto your bedroom door.

“Fuck,” He muttered, breathing heavy and letting go to open the door and stumble in with you.

You were on him instantly, his touches leaving you aching with want and desire as you slipped your fingers under his leather jacket, discarding the worn material. Junmyeon responded with his own wandering hands, reaching down to pull your shirt off roughly, his lips crashing against your own as he threw it into the depths of your room.

There was no need for words - the heavy breaths you shared being the only go ahead you needed. Junmyeon’s lips traced a dangerous line down your jaw and neck, nipping and sucking in all the right places while his fingertips danced across your back to unclasp your bra. A small moan fell off your lips as the fabric fell onto the floor, his quickened pace heightening the desperation and lust rushing through you.

Junmyeon backed you up against the bed gently, giving you a soft push toward the plush surface. You fell back onto your back reluctantly, though you didn’t argue as you watched him at the foot of the bed.

His nimble fingers were already discarding his shirt, allowing you to see the silhouette of his defined muscles in the low light. The moonlight pouring in through the window allowed Junmyeon’s features to light up, the silver of his countless scars shimmering in the dull moonbeams. Your eyes raked over his body as you shuffled up the bed, your teeth tugging on your lip as you continued to appreciate him before you.

Junmyeon huffed a smirk, eyes flicking to your own as he noticed the arousal you got from watching him strip. His fingers unbuckled his belt, allowing him to pull down the tight jeans from his thighs.

A strange feeling washed over you as you watched the muscles constrict in the low light, or how the toned skin disappeared above the hem of his boxers. You wanted to mark them - the desire leaving you breathless as you continued to watch him take off his pants.

He left his boxers untouched, opting to move onto the bed. Junmyeon’s body moved fluidly as he brought himself over the top of you, caging you to the mattress.

“Do you want to stop this before it goes beyond the point of no return?” His voice was thick, lips barely touching yours as his breath fanned over the sensitive skin.

“No,” You whispered back before crashing your lips into his.

Junmyeon growled into the kiss, his body flush against yours, his arousal hard and thick through his boxers as it pressed against your abdomen. His lips started to wander once again, placing wet kisses down your jaw and neck, tracing the red and purple marks he left before.

Though he started to go further south, nipping your collarbone before trailing toward your breasts. Your fingers tangled in his hair once again, winding in the thick strands as you watched him place a fleeting kiss to your nipple.

Junmyeon smirked as he felt you tense at the action, enclosing his lips around your nipple and sucking on the sensitive bud. His action sparked a small moan to fall off your lips as you felt arousal pool in your clothed core.

He pulled away, blowing on the nipple to make sure it was hard enough; sensitive enough for him to toy with. You felt yourself clench involuntarily, watching him work you up as his lips continued to suck on the sensitive nub.

Your thighs rubbed together through your pants, trying to get some friction to your desperate arousal, but Junmyeon wouldn’t have it. One of his hands slipped between your thighs, opening them slightly as he settled himself between your legs, stopping you from closing them.

“Focus on me,” He whispered, lips swollen and a dark shade of pink you couldn’t see in the low light, “Focus on the pleasure I’m giving you.” He finished, going back to your nipple and continuing to push you to the edge.

Once Junmyeon was satisfied with the heavy breaths that fell off your swollen lips and they way your chest heaved with every flick of his tongue, he moved to the next nipple. His lips repeating the action on the other one, tongue and lips mirroring the pleasurable strokes he had given to the other bud.

You couldn’t help the moan that you elicited into the dark room, the noise replacing the heavy breaths and small whimpers you had been making.

“That’s it baby girl,” Junmyeon muttered into your supple skin, placing a fleeting kiss just above your navel, “Let daddy know how good you feel.”

You felt like you imploded as he spoke the word, your arousal heightening to a point where you felt your clit throb, desperate for attention. A loud moan cascaded off your lips, unable to hold in the way you felt about the nickname.

Junmyeon smirked at your reaction as he continued his kisses, placing one last peck to your skin as he reached the hem of your pants. Though he didn’t waste any time, fingers hooking in the sides and pulling the fabric down and off your legs.

You sucked a harsh breath in as you felt the cool air lap at the wet patch on your panties, a small anticipatory moan falling off your lips as you felt his fingers dance up your thighs.

“Princess, you’ve soaked your panties,” Junmyeon cooed, kissing you through the cotton fabric.

“I-I’m sorry, daddy-”

“Don’t be,” His voice was stern, cutting off your embarrassed whisper, “I love it.” His eyes met yours, the moon once again lighting up the swirling arousal within the chocolate orbs. Your breath hitched and you threaded your fingers in his hair once again, tugging on the strands in anticipation as the emotion flooded your body.

Junmyeon’s eyes flicked back down to the wet patch on your panties, his hands rubbing up your thighs to pull your underwear off in a swift motion. A small smirk was planted on his lips as he was revealed your soaked sex, his hands pushing your thighs further apart to see better.

“So beautiful, baby girl,” He muttered, smirking at you before licking a long stripe up your slit, “Tastes even better.” Junmyeon cooed, his long tongue making the action more pleasurable than you could imagine, a moan being the only thing you could respond with.

He circled his arms around your thighs, bringing them to sit on his shoulders as he brought his face closer to your pussy, his breath fanning over your soaked arousal. You could barely comprehend anything other than Junmyeon, the anticipation of him clutching your body in a vice like grip as you waited painfully for him to do something.

Yet he didn’t waste any time, bringing his lips to your dripping heat in a soft caress that had you melting into him. His lips sucked deliciously against the bundle of nerves that had a coil of pleasure already tightening in your stomach.

“Daddy,” You moaned the name unabashedly as his tongue flicked your clit, his own lips parting to moan into your pussy, the vibrations sending a shot of pleasure coursing through your body. Junmyeon was slow and precise, your juices coating his chin and lips as he lovingly ate you out, urged on by your moans and tugs at his hair.

His tongue slid down toward your entrance, the muscle entering you slowly as he curled it up to find your gspot. You moaned for the upteenth time at the sensation, his long tongue making the action effective as the tip grazed your spot, coaxing the coil to tighten and your clit to throb from lack of attention.

Junmyeon moaned again into your pussy, the taste of your juices causing his own arousal to heighten and his cock to harden, though this wasn’t about him. He was focusing on your pleasure, not his own.

He coaxed the tip of his tongue against your spot, urged on by the way your thighs shook, the muscles threatening to clamp around his head. Though he loved the way your hips lifted into his face, desperate for more yet his grip pinned you to the bed, leaving you at the mercy of him.

Junmyeon pulled his tongue out slowly, licking another long stripe up your slit, a moan filling the dark space as the muscle grazed your sensitive clit. The coil in your stomach tightened and you were desperate for the snap, the plunge into the abyss, yet he was edging you with his slow pace.

“C-Can I cum?” Your voice was breathy, the question left hanging in the air, “Please daddy?” You tried to choke it out between moans as he delivered a harsh suck to your clit.

Junmyeon growled against you as you spoke the name - his cock throbbing from the way you half whined it. The two syllables sending him crazy as he pulled away from your pussy slightly, your glistening arousal dripping from his lips.

“Of course,” His eyes flicked to yours momentarily and your grip on his hair tightened as his lips connected back to your clit. Junmyeon was sure to focus on the sensitive nub as he brought his tongue flicking over it, lips sucking harder on the bundle.

All you could manage was small whimpers as you felt his pace pick up drastically, the fast and hard strokes the complete opposite of the slow and steady ones before. The coil in your abdomen tightened, your pussy clenching around nothing as you felt yourself cascade toward an orgasm.

The heat pulsating throughout you built up to a stifling climax that had a broken cry of Junmyeon’s name fall off your lips, the coil snapping harder than you’d ever felt as you plummeted into the abyss. Your toes curled, your back arched and your legs shook from the intensity of a release that his lips brought you toward. A choked moan filled the space as he coaxed the orgasm out of you, grip tightening on your thighs and keeping you planted there until he was sure you were satisfied.

Junmyeon pulled away from you with a smirk, tongue darting out to lick up the remnants of your orgasm off his lips. “So tasty, Princess,” He cooed, voice thick as he kneeled before your wrecked state.

Your breathing was heavy as you came down from your high, your body succumbed to him yet the burning in your loins left you craving more. The moonlight hit him once more, the silvery light illuminating him discarding his boxers and revealing his prominent arousal.

You gulped at the thick length, his cock completely hard, the head red, just begging for attention as he started to move back over you.

“How was it?” He brought his face up to yours, eyes swimming with lust and desire as he positioned himself over you.

“Perfect, daddy,” You whispered, cupping his cheek and bringing your lips up to his in a tender kiss.

Though Junmyeon soon broke it, pulling back to position his body and ask a muttered, “You ready?” Your nod of confirmation was all he needed, settling between your legs and lining himself up as you relaxed into the bed, anticipation once again flooding your senses.

Junmyeon groaned as he entered you with ease, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he buried himself to the hilt. A small moan escaped your lips, the stretch of his thick girth was delicious as you let yourself accommodate to his size.

Junmyeon’s breath was hot on your neck as he waited for your go ahead, “Just say when you’re ready, baby girl.”

“I’m ready,” You whispered, snaking your arms around his sides and holding onto his muscular back.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the skin of your neck as he started to move his hips, keeping the pace slow. His thrusts were hard yet unhurried, taking his time to please you, savoring the slight contraction of your walls around his girth.

A moan fell off your lips as he started to thrust harder, his hips absolutely pounding into you, yet his pull back was slow, letting you feel every inch, ridge and vein of his cock. Your nails dug into the hard muscles of his back as his cock rubbed against your spot, a choked moan escaping you.

Junmyeon grunted, the sound sending shivers of pleasure straight down your spine and into the heat of your arousal. He continued to place small kisses to your neck, planting small love bites along the supple skin as he continued to fuck you hard. Though his muttered praises would send you closer to your second release with every syllable.

“You take daddy’s cock so well, Princess.” You felt his lips graze your neck and his breath fan over the shell of your ear, the sensation causing your back to arch into him, your nails digging angry crescents into his back as a small whimper fell off your lips. The sound caused Junmyeon’s hips to stutter as he neared his climax, his fingers tightening in the sheets as he tried to hold out for you.

You ground back onto his thrusts, the need for release already gripping your body as the coil started to build up again, though he stilled as you did so, pinning you to the mattress with his hips.

“Please,” Junmyeon whispered into your ear, “Let me take my time,” He placed a fleeting kiss to your shoulder, “I want to make this special.”

You smiled gently, letting your eyes flutter shut as he pulled back, “Of course,” You whispered back, choking a small moan as he pounded back into you.

Junmyeon snaked a hand between your bodies, bringing the pad of his thumb against your throbbing clit and rubbing tight circles into the sensitive nub. The action caused your back to arch and a string of lewd moans to fall off your lips as the combination of his cock and his thumb brought you closer to the edge.

The coil within you started to build up to a familiar high, your body gripped with a vice like apprehension of your oncoming release. Your walls clenched around him involuntarily, causing Junmyeon’s hips to stutter as his thrusts became sloppier.

“Baby girl, I’m gonna cum,” He groaned in your ear, rubbing faster on your clit but still never speeding up his thrusts.

“C-Cum in me, daddy,” You half moaned, half whined as you felt yourself edge impossibly closer.

Junmyeon couldn’t contain it anymore, his climax exploding as he buried himself deep inside of you to cum. A low moan left his lips as he came, hips still trying to thrust through to bring you to your own release, his thumb caressing your clit faster.

Though you didn’t need it, your own climax crashing down on you as he came, the sensation sending you over the edge as your body succumbed to its second high. A loud moan sounded throughout the room as you came, your body shaking from the intensity.

Junmyeon groaned, the sound heavy in the room as he tried not to flop on top of you, his body exhausted from the sex. He rolled off you, pulling out and leaving you with an empty feeling as the mattress shifted to accommodate him flopping next to you.

“Thank you for that,” He whispered, breathing heavy and still coming down as he settled into the sheets.

“No problem,” You smiled, rolling over onto your side with a small wince as you felt the aftermath of his hard pace.

“I can stay the night, yeah?” Junmyeon asked, reaching out through the sex stained sheets to pull you into him.

“Of course,” You hummed, resting your head against his firm chest, your body melting into his familiarity.

“Thank you,” He sighed, eyes fluttering shut and letting out a small breath of relief, “I’ll go grab a towel to clean you up.” He stated before placing a small kiss on the crown of your head and getting up.

Junmyeon shot up, the shrill sound of his phone carrying throughout the dark bedroom. The sudden action caused you to rouse from your sleep, the heels of your palms rubbing your tired eyes as the ringer cut through your dream state.

Junmyeon grabbed the phone haphazardly, answering the call while scrubbing his tired face with his other hand.

“Yeah, what is it?” His groggy voice sounded throughout the room as you rolled over to face him a small mumble of “who is it?” falling off your lips.

The tension in the room changed as you heard a serious voice through the receiver; “Is this Kim Junmyeon?”

“Yes,” He answered, swallowing thickly with an instant change of tone, “Who is this?”

“I’m Dr Jang from Ridgeside hospital, I’m calling in regards to your brother Dongkyu.” The tone was serious, their voice heavy and you felt the way Junmyeon tensed, the way his voice cracked as he confirmed;

“Dongkyu?”

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a/n: guess who finally got a laptop mofos? when I say that this fic has given me grief.....I am in no way exaggerating,,,, but, the past is behind us! let’s just enjoy it now 😅 pls...I seriously hope y’all like this. technically it’s still Friday for some people ;) and I promise that the story will get better as we go along.

Pairing: Hoseok x Female Reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings for this chapter: Mentions of alcohol consumption, a creeper dude, emotional abuse, insinuations of past sexual abuse, insinuations of self harm, language.

Word count: 3.7k

Trigger Warning: if you are easily triggered by this type of stuff, pls don't read it. I have some fluff on my account, you should enjoy that instead! Here's a link to my other works → BTS ML

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Daisies in the Dark Masterlist

All stories have a beginning and all stories have an end.

But, how does one know where to start a story? And maybe, sometimes we don't want to know the end; since unfortunately, not all stories have a good finish. Perhaps we'd like to leave it unfinished and rewrite it in our minds, because all humans want a happy ending.

You're still reading so I guess you'd like to see for yourself how this story goes.

Have you ever heard the story of how the sun fell in love with the moon?

No?

Well, you're about to...

And I can't promise you that it's going to go the way you'd like.

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3 yrs before the incident

One more chance. I'll give her one more chance, you thought as you grit your teeth, watching your once best friend in the lunch line chatting it up with the annoying girl from history class.

Your breath caught in your throat when your former bff Lena made eye contact with you from across the cafeteria after filling her lunch tray. A small smile went to find it's way onto your face when Lena's eye contact lingered, but it was gone in a matter of seconds when she just twitched an eyebrow and sauntered off to sit at a table across the room; the conversation between Lena and her new bestie continuing as if nothing had happened.

So it was true, she'd left you for someone else. Like you were worth nothing more to that girl than a tissue; use it once and throw it away. Not a very good comparison at the time, but that's all you could think of as you watched them sit down; you were worth no more than a small used tissue.

Figures...

Your hands started to twitch awkwardly not knowing what to do with themselves now and you stared at the lasagna on your lunch tray; if you could even call it that–all it was was a lump of overcooked noodles drenched in sauce the color of a burnt tomato with who knows what posing as the ground beef, covered in a crispy layer of cheese.

You definitely weren't hungry, but staring at the sad excuse for lunch in front of you and contemplating life as nothing more than a wisp of a tissue floating through the air, not knowing where it might end up–was better than watching Lena start a new chapter without you.

It didn't make sense, you were best friends...weren't you? Guess it didn't matter now, since a friendship takes two people to make it work, and seeing as one was currently occupied elsewhere, you would have to make do with what you had, which was...a depressed piece of lasagna staring at you from it's home on the untouched tray. You poked at it with your fork and looked at it-thinking. Then you whispered to the disheartening meal,

"Oh well...at least you're not gonna leave me for that annoying- what was her name? I don't even know, but who cares, right?"

Then you suddenly realized what you were doing and looked up quickly in embarrassment, afraid someone had seen you. But the regular drone of kids talking, shouting and laughing was the same as always. Of course no one had noticed, because you were invisible.

And you were talking to a piece of lasagna.

Highschool was great....

You were a senior this year, at seventeen. At least this was the last year of hell, then you could do whatever you wanted. You had a lot of things you wanted to do and places to travel to, maybe you couldn't do them all but you'd be damned if you didn't at least try.

But one thing was for sure, you couldn't just sit there and stare at that fake lasagna pretending like Lena wasn't betraying you right across the room. So you got up and brought your uneaten food to the window where kids leave their empty lunch trays and put your tray down, but kept the small carton of chocolate milk. Then headed out of the cafeteria to spend the rest of your lunchbreak in the library. You fiddled with the unopened milk carton and mumbled to yourself while you walked,

"It's fine, I don't need her anyway."

Just numb the pain.

That wasn't the first or the last time.

2 yrs before the incident

"Uhhh, ya know what little missy? I think if you give me twenty-five percent off everything, maybe we could come to a compromise?"

This man......was going to die in a minute if he kept going on like this.

You tried your hardest not to just scream at this pervert to leave and say you wouldn't do a damn thing for him. You just settled for licking your dry lips while he started to smirk at you. He brought his hand up to rest against the counter, then started to slowly tap his fingers. You made eye contact with him and said sternly, "I'm sorry sir, but I can't do that."

"What if I give you my phone number? And we'll make it fifteen percent..." He tried again, not once breaking eye contact with you.

"Excuse me sir-"

"Yes, doll?"

"Do you have a coupon?"

"No, I don't bu-"

"Then no, we can't move the price down at all, would you like to pay the full price or leave sir?" You stared him dead in the eyes, this creep, you thought angrily, how dare he call me that? I hope he just leaves, I don't care if he doesn't buy anything. The man leaned over the cash register, "hmm, this isn't very good customer service. Maybe I won't come back." Please don't, you thought, but instead of saying that you settled for, "it's not about customer service, this is store policy, I'm sorry sir but I can't do anything."

"Ya know what? I like it when you call me sir- you say that a lot to me....what's a pretty little lady like you doing working in a rundown grocery store, hm? What about college? You're what, eighteen? If you'd like, I can give you my number and you won't have to worry about this job, I'll take care of you." He smirked and arched an eyebrow at you from the other side of the counter.

It was probably a good thing there was a big cash register between the two of you, since you weren't sure what would've happened if you had free range. By now your brain was just blurry and you saw nothing but blackness because of the fury settling inside. What a disgusting man. You didn't care if you got fired, you were gonna teach him a lesson or two about trying to get young girls to do stuff for him in exchange for money. You leaned forward which made him lean back in surprise, then you said loud enough for the other people in line to hear,

"If you do not pay the full price right here right now, then leave. If you think I'm looking for a sugar daddy then you are sadly mistaken. You have enough money to pay for a girl's life in exchange for your own personal services, so you have enough to pay the full thirty five dollars. There are people waiting behind you so make up your mind now, sir." You said the last word mockingly and raised an eyebrow at him in defiance. The man's eyes grew in shock, then he glared at you but he didn't say a word as he threw forty bucks in your direction, grabbed his bags and stomped out of the store.

You took a deep breath and smiled at the next customer who cautiously came forward with their items.

The second you stepped through the door after working a twelve hour shift you slumped against the wall and yanked your sneakers off; dropping them to the floor carelessly. The apartment was dark so you assumed your mom wasn't home- probably out drinking away her troubles again. Walking into the kitchen, you sighed at the sink full of dirty dishes, and the counters that were no better. The smell wasn't too bad, probably because your nose was used to it by now. You walked to a cupboard and rummaged around until you found a sleeve of saltine crackers. After that you grabbed the softened butter and a knife and walked to your room; stepping over and around the miscellaneous junk spread throughout the apartment.

After about an hour of sitting on your bed, scrolling through your phone and munching on what your dinner was that night, you heard the door open and what you could only assume was your mother stumble inside. Your mother's heels clacked against the hard floor by the door, then a heavier pair of footsteps could be heard with them. You sighed deeply, but stayed as quiet as you could. Not again, you thought miserably. Just, please just go do whatever you're gonna do and leave me alone, you prayed silently squeezing your eyes shut.

There was a lot of stumbling and cursing and your chest was tight with anxiety, scared that at any moment they would drunkenly come into your room by accident. Eventually, your mother's bedroom door slammed shut and you let out the breath you had been holding. Thank you God, thank you, you clasped your hands and shook them, then carefully and as quietly as you could, you set the remaining crackers and butter on your nightstand. Then you shifted in bed to lie on your left side and tried to make sure the bed didn't creak at your movements– cringing a little when it squeaked a bit. It was gonna be alright, he–whoever he was, didn't know you were in the house.

You closed your eyes and tried to ignore the lingering feeling on your skin, even though it had been over a year since the last time. You stuffed your hands over your ears, willing yourself to sleep despite whatever was going on on the other side of the wall.

Morning came all too soon, and with it a massive pounding headache from the lack of sleep. You groaned when the sun hit your eyes and made the darkness an annoying shade of orangey red from behind your eyelids, your brain in a fog from the tiny bit of sleep you were able to get even though it was plagued by nightmares. Then you suddenly snapped awake and shot up in bed, grabbing your chest and feeling all around yourself frantically, breathing a sigh of relief when you felt your shirt still on your body. You were okay, it was just another nightmare. You tried to steady your breathing while taking deep breaths in and blowing them out slowly. Then you looked towards the door and cupped a hand by your ear; listening intently. After a minute or two of silence that didn't really prove anything, you sighed and swung your legs out of bed- planting your feet on the floor despite laundry being scattered everywhere. Sneaking towards the door you put an ear to it then slowly turned the knob. Normally you wouldn't even be risking going out of the safety of your room but you really had to pee, you would just have to be quick.

You scurried quietly to the bathroom and when you were finished you were on your way back when your mom's door swung open. You flinched and wrung your hands keeping your eyes downcast, too afraid to look up. But then you sighed in relief when it was only your mother that pushed past you to go to the bathroom. You decided to risk it and peeked into your mom's bedroom. A weight lifted off your chest at the sight of the empty bed–he must have left earlier.

"Aren't you supposed to be working or something? Why're you just sitting around reading?" Your mother scoffed at you from the doorway, after slamming your bedroom door open to confront you.

You set your book down–not ready for another fight, "they gave me today off, I'm back on the schedule tomorrow." Your mother just glared at you and crossed her arms, "oh, so you think we can afford to have you lying around, taking days off? Lazy ass." With that she turned and slammed the door shut, leaving you to sit there and scold your heart to stop hurting, because it just wasn't worth it.

You don't need her Y/n...

Just numb the pain.

So that's what you did.

1 1/2 yrs before the incident

You walked into the apartment after three classes in a row; each one being about two hours long. You dropped your backpack by the door with a thud then changed your mind and picked it up again, not wanting another fight when someone tripped over it in their drunken state. You decided just putting it in your room would be best.

Canned vegetables with canned chicken really wasn't too bad if one could figure out the right stuff to put in it. After years of this, you had discovered your favorite seasonings and you were mixing yourself up a nice concoction for lunch before going to work, humming and talking to yourself as you did so–when there was loud pounding on the front door.

You weren't very alarmed, knowing exactly who it was, and so you opened the door and stepped aside as your mother staggered in, thankfully alone. Turning to look at you, your mother's eyes were a bit glassy as she spoke, "is there any food around here or do I have to do all the work for that too?" She wasn't drunk, but she wasn't too far away from it. You didn't say anything and just walked to the kitchen, took your lunch and handed it to your mother.

"I just made this for you, thought you'd be home soon."

Your mom just snatched it away and walked to her room calling over her shoulder, "almost nineteen years old and all you can do is make a half-assed meal for the woman that gave up everything for your lazy ass."

You just grabbed your bag and put your shoes on, trying to ignore the insistent hunger pangs in your stomach, then walked out the door for work.

"Y/n? May I speak with you please?" It was the next day and you were just leaving the history classroom when your professor called you over. Your grades were far from satisfactory, but you really did try. You walked over to Professor Kim's (who also happened to teach your Korean class as well) desk and tried not to hang your head, since you knew what was coming. She was a nice lady, but could also be strict at times.

"Y/n, I'm going to get straight to the point. I heard that you wanted to travel to South Korea. We both know you're struggling a bit in the academic department, but I know you're a good girl, and you speak Korean pretty well."

You looked up, utterly confused, this wasn't about you almost failing history class? Professor Kim just smiled and continued, "there is a scholarship program to go and stay in Seoul for a year, learning Korean and going to the university there. I thought you might be interested in it."

You were so shocked you couldn't speak for a full minute, just stuttering out nonsense until Professor Kim laughed and put her hand on your shoulder. Then she handed you a packet, telling you to fill it out and give it back to her as soon as possible.

This couldn't be happening. Good things didn't happen to you. Could this actually be your escape?

You thanked Professor Kim over and over then scurried out of the room before anything else could be said and possibly destroy this amazing opportunity. As you left there was a new lift to your step.

Two weeks had passed and no word from the scholarship people. You turned nineteen in those two weeks, but that didn't mean much to you. All you could think about was the scholarship. Things at home didn't change, they never did. Until one day when you were heading home from work, completely exhausted, and you saw the mailman at the front door knocking. You ran up the steps but your mother opened the door right when you got there. You said hello to the man and took the mail from him, being our to thank him. When you turned to go inside, your mother snatched all the mail from you and stalked off. You followed her cautiously, "uh, may I see that? I think I might have gotten something." Your mother turned and glared at you then spat, "and what could you have gotten in the mail? You don't even have friends, and the bills are in my name." You tried not to roll your eyes, even though the bills were in your mother's name, she wasn't the one paying them.

Scanning through the envelopes, your mother stopped when she saw one with the name Y/n Y/l/n on the front. She turned and looked at you accusingly, "what is this?" Before you had time to even process what you were doing you snatched the envelope out of her hands and dashed around her, running to your room. You shut the door and locked it, hearing the woman outside screaming horrible accusations and threats at you but not caring a single bit. The envelope was white–super white actually, almost looking unnatural. Your fingers shook as you gently tore it open, running a finger carefully along the top so you could pull the letter out. The paper inside was just as bright, and the bold black lettering stood out.

Your breathing hitched, was this actually happening? A second scan over the letter and a quick yet painful pinch to the arm confirmed that, yes, this was actually happening. Your hands trembled as you slowly pulled your phone out of your pocket and carefully typed in the number printed on the paper. The sounds of your mother screaming outside the door and hitting it, the cars outside, your own heart pounding in your ears- it all faded away to a dull thudding when you heared the ringing through the phone, once, twice, you held your breath, three rings in, four......click

"Hello? This is Jill Dunning, how can I help you?"

"H-hello? I- I was told to call you."

"Are you Y/n Y/l/n, by any chance?"

You cleared your throat nervously, then took a deep breath before answering.

"Yes, I am."

1 month later

The flight there was extremely long and tiring so by the time you were getting off; you could’ve cried tears of joy, having felt like the plane ride really was going to last forever and you’d never step on solid ground again. But there you were; standing in the middle of the Seoul airport, completely and utterly free.

Not to mention, completely and utterly lost.

You looked around but couldn’t see anything other than a lot of people rushing around; businessmen and women, families with little children that stared at you with wide eyes, college students; and yet not a single soul that looked like they might help you find who you were looking for. You shifted your heavy backpack and decided to walk a bit, maybe you could find where the luggage came through and you could at least collect the rest of your bags. After you walked for another minute you saw a sign with a suitcase on it, hanging from the ceiling with an arrow pointing down. You hurried over to where it was pointing and saw a giant metal thing with suitcases going around on it, people looking at tags and grabbing them before hurrying off again.

You walked over briskly and just in time too, because your two suitcases had just come around the bend in the giant machine. You double checked the tags and after confirming they were yours, you heaved them off the machine and caught your breath after setting them next to you. Then you had to figure out where you were and where your roommate, who was to be picking you up, was. You went to the name of your roommate in your contacts and pressed it before you held your phone to your ear. After one ring, the sweet voice of your roommate answered in Korean.

“Hello? Y/n?”

“Hey Eui, I just got here and I’m so lost. I just got my bags.”

“I’m so sorry Y/n! I’ll be there in less than five minutes. Traffic was awful, but I’m walking into the airport now. Just stay by the baggage area, ok?”

”Ok, thanks Eui.”

You had talked to her on the phone many times over the past four weeks and you really liked her, you couldn’t wait to meet in person. You hung up and looked around, watching everyone else go about their days; rushing to catch flights, leisurely browsing the shops in the airport, then you heard an excited squeal and turned to see a girl running and jumping into the arms of a boy who you assumed was her boyfriend. You just smiled and kept looking around- trying not to think about how badly you wished that was you.

“Y/n?”

You turned at the sound of Eui’s voice and smiled widely when she approached you with open arms. Eui wrapped her arms around you and then pulled away, still smiling, “welcome to Seoul, are you ready to start over?” That had to be the best sentence you ever heard in your life. You smiled back at her and grabbed one of your suitcases while Eui grabbed the other one.

“Definitely.”

And you were; a new place, a new school, a friendly face, and no people from your past. It was time to start over and let things go, because life just got a whole lot easier.

You had no idea that whether you liked it or not, your past would continue to haunt you, no matter how many miles away you ran.

“Let’s go.”

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pangzi · 5 years ago

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Okay how about this I’m always lookin for cpop groups to stan so why don’t you tell me about ur faves

you have no idea what you have unleashed!! but i will gladly take the offer and rant about my ult group TANGRAM i was gonna do ONER too but this post got too long and tangram was more important i tried to introduce the members but the descriptions just became random thoughts and tiny rants lmao sorry i love them a lot, i also added all songs i think and their reality shows pls love them they deserve it :(

members: (basic member info here)

Qiu Zhixie (Frankie), oldest of the group, absolute vocal king and isn’t shy about it, parent of the group, loves his 5 children but is also done with them, language king!! his english is really good, says he also speaks spanish and japanese but there isn’t as much proof lmao, was in codename contra with yu bin, basically the perfect husband everyone wants to marry him, has tumblr???? says he doesn’t use it but we don’t believe him!! (i literally have a video of him telling me ‘tuMBLR? we doN’t uSe THat HEre!!’), songwriter!!!!!!!!!!!!!, old man and knows it but the members still wont let him forget, they bully him a lot bc they love him so much, has this one burberry shirt he wears all the time?? we lowkey want to burn it??

Lin Chaoze (Richard bc the chinese 理查德 li cha de sounds like his name), TINY GOD!!, lies about his height just like ji li but we still love him, looks tiny but is actually pretty tall wtf, dance KING!!, God of Dance Zhang Yixing even praised him!!, on ip he constantly helped people, is the reason why both tangram;s and all the teams he was ever on in ip’s choreos were that good and in sync, leader and parent of the group, also absolutely done with his children but would die for them, maotong is his favourite child and spoils him a lot, very insecure about his singing but has a beautiful voice, looks like a complete baby but on stage he… fuck god he’s so sexy on stage!, that’s why we sad off stage = chaoze, on stage = richard, really strict teacher, literally sees every little mistake it’s wild, most popular member!, really sassy and dramatic we love that!

Bei Honglin (Air) yes his english name is Air, yes he is still my ult i know he’s that powerful, aNOTHER VOCAL KING!! has a high singing voice but his speaking voice is really low?? seksi, completely underappreciated i swear to god he has like 5 fans???, the sWEETEST boy alive, cares so much about his fans he bought us ice cream in chengdu bc it was so hot sOBS, also went to make cheesecake to give it to people on his birthday event, and he and his mom bought my friend coffee when she went to see him on the airport at 5am and she was the only one there it was wild, together with zhixie he forms ΒΔΒΞ and they make food unboxing videos and theyre so funny jgklgjd, absolute sWEETEST MOST POWERFUL smile, i s2g i stanned chaoze without a doubt until bhl smiled at me ONCE and boom he was my ult wtf??, also nose crafted by the gods!! this man is perfect i swear, also i call him Jesus Oppa for reasons he would kill me if i posted said reasons, he also reads all his dms, comments and mentions on weibo and instagram!!,OH also auditioned for rap of china twice, first time he got told he doesn’t ‘look’ like a rapper?? is it bc he looks too pretty? bc he looks like an entire boyfriend??, n e way watch this stage, OH HE ALSO WRITES LYRICS FOR THEIR SONGS!!!!, super super super grateful for everything bc he knows he’s the least popular (he thought nobody was going to show up to his birthday event), crybaby (chaoze is too tbh), highkey in love with chaoze literally looks at him with heart eyes all the time, also loves his mom so much it’s so cute, i can talk about him for years so i’ll stop here pls love honglin

Li Ruotian (Kai), d e m o n, everyone’s bias wrecker, i heard he didn’t prepare anything when he auditioned so he just read a poem and got into the company???, pretty boy reading a poem exactly what banana ent needed!, he’s really really dumb and so funny wtf, his soft rap in Stay with you is the reason i am alive, lots of people end up stanning tgm just bc of this man’s face??, therefore he deserves the title visual of the group, really annoying but everyone loves him anyway, also actor!!, he’s gonna be on a period drama i think??, extra dangerous bc he has d-… dimples

Jiang Jingzuo (S???? according to this is banana lmao, we’ve decided it stands for sexy), another dance god!, also nice voice, we were all surprised he got some of ldh’s lines but god he deserves them, sweetest cheekies uwu baby, tries to looks like a cool dude but is baby, is done with everyone but also joins in their antics???, promised a love shot dance cover but i still haven’t seen it jingzuo where is it???????, also martial arts, don’t piss him off!!, made the entire room dirty during his ip intro video with his broom it was hilarious, niCE ARMS, also have i mentioned his cheeks????????, really really hot, will come for you when you least expect it

Gao Maotong, god where do i start with this one??, baby of the group, an absolute meSS!!, super smart got like crazy high grades on his gaokao even tho he didn’t go to school since ip but just locked himself up at home to study for three months?? (that’s why a lot of recent stages are without him), guess that’s why his head is so big…, got into a super good university, so like he’s crazy smart but says he leaves his brain at home when he goes to work, so i can say he only has 1 braincell, he once licked a rock and took a frying pan everywhere???, dumbest funniest boy alive everyone loves him a lot, lies about his height too bc he’s so freaking tall??, aka his name suits him tall maotong, wants to stop growing poor baby give some of your toll to chaoze he needs it, gamer nerd, god there’s this one part where qzx bit him bc he wouldn’t stop gaming to plan their germany trip with him even though qzx was going back to taiwan soon gfkdljdf, OH uh yes he’s a rapper! and a really good dancer!!, basically every fan has adopted him, although there’s one person in his gc who says she’s his daughter lmaooo, really cute teethsies he’s really insecure about :(

Predebut they were Trainee18, there were also You Zhangjing and Lin Yanjun, they debuted with nine percent and are solo now, pls check them out bhl and qzx wrote this song for yzj and it’s amazing. Lu Dinghao left the group, i cannot explain why without ranting for 7 years + he doesn’t deserve that attention.

Songs:

Rock The Show (predebut with Trainee18), absolute BOP (lyrics, MV)

Radiant - single, debut song, basically a love song for the fans, cried when i first heard it, always makes my heart beat faster (lyrics - performance - home made MV lmao)

Focus - single, big fat bop, horrible super flashy mv (lyrics - MV - performance - dance practice (my fave tgm video))

Stay with You - single, absolutely gorgeous, might be their best song, lots of drama with the mv it was super sad i won’t add the mv, this song alwyas makes me happy tho(lyrics - performance)

Deja You - single, written for their company’s concert, the beginning is hilarious but it’s a good song (lyrics - performance)

The Painting from a Dream- super soft weird song, great to fall asleep to?? (lyrics)

Rush Forward - OST, really happy song?, didnt like it at first but now i do (lyrics)

Lyrics of love - for a charity event (lyrics - mv)

The Me Then, The Me Now - with you zhangjing, lin yanjun and my wife qiang dongyue, for their company concert (lyrics)

Lin Chaoze - Break it (lyrics - mv - performance)

Bei Honglin - Chasing Dreams OST (lyrics - mv)

Reality Shows:

Korea Trip - trip to korea after elimination IP (no chaoze)(PLAYLIST ENG SUBS)

Sawadikap Banana - predebut Tangram on vacation in thailand (PLAYLIST ENG SUBS)

Guten Guten Banana - TANGRAM trip to Hamburg for an event + You Zhangjing and Lin Yanjun for several episodes(PLAYLIST ENG SUBS)

This is Banana - preparation for the company concert so with other banana artists(PLAYLIST ENG SUBS)

Other subbed videos: TangramSUBS, BananaTeamSubs 1 / 2,

#please love them they deserve it #i swear they are the sweetest boys especially babe :(((#ask #xueyangg #if anyone ends up loving them plS COME TALK TO ME ABOUT HOW MUCH YOU LOVE THAM

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aristccrvcy · 5 years ago

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( gavin leatherwood, trans male, he/him, fire emblem: three houses ) * &. i know it must be scary for you, ferdinand von aegir, after surviving the takeover. to turn into someone like aeric-ferdinand “ferdie” vittori, a twenty-four year-old actor at castle town centre of theatre & dance, right here in castle town. just remember that you are as sincere as you are opinionated, and to be wary, be safe, be true to who you are : neutral through and through. ( hylia )

i could never drop him i just. i could Not. i rly couldn’t but i DID ..... want to revamp him a bit so here’s take two on ferdie !! politics, war, death, & divorce tw under the cut !!

BEFORE THE SNAP. / F E R D I N A N D V O N A E G I R

So alright. Chances are , if you’ve heard of Ferdinand , it’s because you’ve heard the infamous ‘ I am Ferdinand von Aegir ! ’ quote goin’ around which . . . attributes from. Him introducing himself every time you select him on the battlefield in FE3H. Don’t believe me ?? WATCH.

...u don’t need to watch that whole thing I’m just tryna get the meme out of the way before I talk abt everything else.

BC ALL JOKES ASIDE I HONESTLY LOVE FERDINAND SOOO MUCH n I promise I’ll take him seriously bc holy fucking shit this character is my babyyyy.

So for STARTERS. Ferdinand is the legitimate son of House Aegir in the Adrestian Empire , which is the house that produces the Empire’s Prime Ministers. Now , here’s the thing ; Ferdinand himself isn’t involved in any of this , but thanks to the Adrestian nobles pretty much stripping the Emperor of their power in the past . . . the Aegir house ( much like the other houses , but Duke Aegir’s implied to have like , spearheaded it ) is pretty damn corrupt.

NOT FERDINAND , THOUGH , considering Ferdinand is actually someone who has very opposing views to his father. Ferdinand , in a nutshell , is basically the snobby noble trope you’re expecting turned upside down crossed over with a Disney prince. That’s the best way i can describe him.

Ferdinand is very aware of his noble status , but he is very steadfast in his opinion of what is truly means to be a noble. He’s well-aware of the difference between nobles & commoners , but where you’d expect him to use that to degrade people of lesser status , he . . . doesn’t.

Ferdinand strongly believes the duties of a noble constitute of protecting & helping the common people , and that is why they’re so high in status - they’re there to assist and make things better , and not to make things worse , and it absolutely sickens him to his core when there are corrupt nobles who very clearly use their power for selfish & malicious gain.

Like , he’s confident - he’s very confident and sure of himself , but he isn’t a dick ( in that sense ; he can be kind of a dick , don’t get me wrong ) about it. He’s actually extremely polite & respectful , very kind & genuine - like I really don’t think lying is something that this boy is capable of doing , I really don’t. But he’s humble in the sense that he isn’t afraid to admit when he did something wrong , or that he needs to apologize - IN FACT , a lot of his supports have him apologize for approaching someone wrongly or when he’s accused of something.

One example , he has a support with Dorothea where she tells him that she hates him , and instead of fighting her on it , what he does is he tries to figure out why she hates him so he can better himself and fix something he did wrong.

Another example , his B-support with Bernadetta has him apologize for spooking her , and he respects her comfort levels by speaking to her on the other side of the door to her room because now he understands that Bernadetta feels extremely scared & uncomfortable during confrontation.

LIKE . . . okay , in the simplest of words , Ferdinand is just good. He’s a good person and he tries his hardest to be better if someone brings it to his attention that he’s doing something wrong.

BUT ALSO . . . the thing is , Ferdinand is also extremely opinionated to the point where he’ll share his thoughts even if not asked ; and sometimes , it comes out. Dickish. Like , really , he’ll criticize anyone if he believes he should because he hates the idea of someone who doesn’t - exemplified in the beginning of his supports with Hubert , where he condemns Hubert for not openly criticizing Edelgard but Ferdinand’s criticism can come out . . . harsh. Like , he’s respectful still , but he’s harsh. And that is because Ferdinand firmly believes in speaking his mind.

His determination also makes him stubborn & extremely competitive to a point where it becomes damn near annoying and this is , because again , he always strives to better himself - even going as far as to declare Edelgard his rival when she . . . really doesn’t think of him as one , and then he gets his ass kicked and runs with his tail between his legs because he lost. He’s. He’s competitive. I will not lie to you. Like he’s great but aLSO... this guy doesn’t. Know. When to let go.

Bt yeah in a nutshell - Ferdinand is a rich guy who criticizes other rich guys for being jerks and not caring abt other people , and he can come off as a dick but ultimately he means well & he is a LOT better than some of these other assholes out there. Ferdinand’s.... he’s just GOOD.

Bt now that I have the basis of his character out of the way , I want to mention that a major change about him is that I’m changing what route I’m pulling him from - originally , I pulled him from Azure Moon , where if you don’t recruit him you have to kill him at the Great Bridge of Myrddin. So instead , now , I’ll be pulling him from Crimson Flower , where he’s still sided with Edelgard but now she has Byleth & she’s triumphant and everything’s okay on the Empire’s end. But - in other routes - while he’s still with Edelgard , he unfortunately doesn’t make it so if u have AM or VW muses . . . Ferdie didn’t make it.

BUT THAT’S WHAT MAKES THESE THINGS INTERESTINGGGGG and I love it so for that reason ,,, shoves. Ferdinand. In everyone’s direction.

AFTER THE SNAP. / A E R I C - F E R D I N A N D “ F E R D I E ” V I T T O R I

So the more major changes from his pre-revamp portrayal lie in his CT life - his name’s changed , his occupation’s changed , and almost his entire whole past has changed.

Aeric-Ferdinand Vittori was the only child of a film actor & stage actress , pretty famous people , and he was born with the spotlight on him immediately given that he scored his first role as a child at six years old. Since then , he never really had much of an easy time.

His big break was as a teenager in a teen drama that lasted from when he was fourteen to when he was nineteen , the co-star of a vampire television drama in where his character was a fan-favorite. He ultimately left the show and his character was killed off , and he had some starring roles in other movies & the like before he ultimately moved to Broadway. And in that , he had a bit of an easier time , but he would still often feel like he was about to crack under pressure since all eyes were still on him. He was known as a talented young man with a beautiful singing voice , and unfortunately , everyone wants something to do with you when you have something like that.

His parents were also always in the spotlight because of their very public divorce , and it started to bleed into Ferdinand’s career & public image as well with many people poking their nose into his life and asking his opinion on it. Multiple scandals came out claiming that he leaned one way or the other during it and ultimately , that ruined his relationship with his parents. So at twenty-three , he left the Broadway spotlight , and decided to step out of any light in general for a while.

Settling down in Castle Town , a place where nobody bothered to look , was a good start.

He still loved performing , so he worked as an actor at the local theatre on stage - trying his hardest not to get the big roles and take those up , because he was still a relatively big name & when you’re a big name , people lean into their biases.

And then . . . at this point was where he “woke up”. Because his whole past was fake - but there’s always a point where you realize it is.

He had a girlfriend in Castle Town beforehand that he broke up with due to his paranoia that she’d get caught up in the publicity that he did - Nerissa. And he had parents that he didn’t even talk to anymore , and it threw him for a loop because he was reminded of his father back in Adrestia. And suddenly , he’s no longer a soldier or a noble , but with his celebrity status , he’s basically the closest there is to modern nobility at this point.

So . . . Ferdinand feels. Strange. He always loved the opera & he always loved performances but he never thought of himself as someone who would actually do so. It’s strange , but he likes it.

So now , he’s trying to figure out exactly what the hell happened and how he got here and he’s grown pretty used to people not remembering who he is , but it still . . . hurts.

And THAT is where I end this !! I’m gonna go back 2 my plotting DMs and message more ppl but if this gives u some ideas pls do hit me up bc I love Ferdie SOOOO MUCH and I’m excited for his revamp !!

Also if ur curious ab his old intro still I’ll link it here bc there’s probably some pre-snap stuff I forgot in here that’s in there so !! yes. i’ll b around n will probs try n get an open up soon !!

#castletown.intro #* . abt — ☆ ❛ ɪ ᴀᴍ ғᴇʀᴅɪɴᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴏɴ ᴀᴇɢɪʀ ! ❜#war tw #politics tw #death tw #divorce tw

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bookwormguri · 6 years ago

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Escape the Brothel- Recap 2

aka Fuck me in my stupid face. I can’t write short recaps to save my fucking life because EVERYTHING IS IMPORTANT.

I’ve imagined myself writing this or continuing to write this so often that sometimes I forgot I haven’t written down a single sentence in months. It’s easy to imagine I’m in an empty room with only four people, speaking into the microphone about a story that did happen, and some that didn’t. I did some long posts about the Background and First Session of my DnD game’s first arc, but here I am, over a year later trying to catch up. My memories are a little fuzzy because this happened OVER A YEAR AGO, but I’m sure my Players will correct me if I get anything wrong.

God save me.

Warnings: Violence, PvP, attempted rape, mentions of child abuse, prostitution, poor grammar.

The Players:

Terrance “Fitz” Fitzgeralt-Half-elf Barbarian tiny gay @fitzgeralt @yarking

Vekti White-Bear- Half-orc Sorcerer happy gay @autumninthenorth

Aritian- Aasimar Bard ??? gay @nyako-chan

Arc 1: Escape the Brothel

In my last recap, I left it off with the group’s first day of work finishing up. Now we are on to day two and beyond. Nyako was not there this time, thus the lack of a pretty Bard.

The first arc took place in the Deep Fantasia, located in the walled city Derwezeam. It’s the foremost brothel for those who want something specific or expensive or both. Working there is akin to slavery. Only the guards are allowed to leave the large, manor-like brothel and only at certain times. All workers are branded with a rune that will cast the Disintegrate spell if the person carrying it leaves the brothel and stays out of it for longer than 30 seconds. It first activates by becoming unusually warm when someone leaves it’s allowed range. One can buy their freedom, but it is difficult. However, some prefer their gilded cage to the uncertainty that permeates Derwezeam, a violent, corrupt and insatiable city to its core. My players are not such people. They are determined to escape and bring as many people as they can with them.

Locations: [Link].

First Floor- Includes the main floor, the kitchen, a meeting room in back, the vapors room and the dinning hall.

Servant’s Quarters- Nothing of particular interest here unless you go searching each person’s personal belongings. It isn’t until MUCH later the group discovers a Cloak of Protection as a hidden gem.

Second Floor- This is where (most) of the fucking happens, but also the guard barracks. They never get much sleep.

Third Floor- The whore’s rooms.

Fourth Floor- The Madame, Quofire (Head of the Servants) and Belward’s (Head Guard) chambers + other

Roof- A pretty, pretty garden

Krisatra and Vekti

Krisatra was the cranky, old den monther of the servants, but held only slightly more love for the servants than she did the guards or whores. She had a secret love for flowers that the players did not discover. She essentially unloaded her duties onto Vekti to set up the meeting room for some Very Important Visitors. Vekti was so sweet and obedient. Krisatra didn’t deserve her. This wasn’t in my original plans. I wanted to give my Players carte blanc to do and do whatever they wished in order to escape the brothel. I was terrified of railroading them. I still am to an extent, but I think this was my first lesson in that this group of Players was one that thrived with more direction, not less. Thus, I gave Vekti the instructions to be in a place where Plot was happening. That’s more fun for everyone, right?

Fitz pls Part 2 (w/ Hiraeth)

Vekti went to speak privately in the vapors room with Arara about the meeting. If I hadn’t rolled such poor stealth they would have never heard the disjointed clunk step clunk step clunk that was Hiraeth, the newest whore. She was acquired from the Rangers of Derwezeam after she suffered an accident that left her with only one leg. She had a metal leg as a placeholder (this leg is still with us in the current game, over a year later. How strange to think about).

After overhearing that a meeting would be taking place (aka those in power would be distracted), Hiraeth decided right then it was time to escape (I had originally planned for this to be several days later, but I decided to push it up so Plot could continue). To make sure Vekti and co didn’t realize she was eavesdropping she quickly hid under a table in the dining hall… where Fitz was.

Fitz said something akin to, “Well if you’re down there, you might as well give a blowjob.” Fitz, you sounded kinda rape-y. (EDIT: Trust me, knowing Fitz’ personality, it was not intended in that way, but that was how Hiraeth interpreted it. Fitz tried his best to do the right thing, but he had a Charisma of 9, so.....) Also questioning her about why she was hiding. Hiraeth wasn’t allowed to let anyone stop her from escaping so she knew if she had to snap this guy’s dick off with her teeth to not say anything, she absolutely would. This led to a wrestling match where Fitz ended up grappling her to the floor, much to Hiraeth’s displeasure. Cue Vekti popping in, seeing this, and breaking it up immediately via lifting Fitz up (it’s extra impressive when you remember Vekti is the squishy Sorcerer and Fitz is the stronk Barbarian).

Fitz and Vekti have ‘fun’ (note: backstabbing = fun)

Hiraeth runs without so much as a ‘thank you.’ She has things to plan thank you VERY MUCH. Vekti makes her displeasure about the situation known and eventually puts Fitz down.

Now, for context, Fitz’ past is… traumatic to say the least. It includes a lot of creative and terrible abuses towards him as a child, when he was unable to fight back. It was completely understandable to me as the DM knowing all his secrets why he would react poorly to being restrained against his will and carried around.

Vekti, poor dear, was none-the-wiser. She had just seen a grumpy half-elf that hasn’t been the nicest to her, pinning a girl down who obviously did not want to be pinned down. If it were me, can’t say I would have done any differently. If it were me, and Fitz decided to be stubborn about it, I 100% would have kicked him in the nose. Sorry Yark.

This friction led to delicious and amazing character conflict. I was floored by the roleplay of these two. But it led to Fitz snapping and attempting to backstab Vekti (with a fucking Greatsword mind you) when she went to walk away in a huff. Notice this, Fitz is not good at first, and often second, impressions. It’s a theme.

The Madame~

Since this time, my players have theorized I brought The Madame in at this time specifically to break the PvP fight up. I can confirm this as 100% true. I was legit terrified that this PvP would end with one character dead, especially at such low levels. I didn’t want the Players to feel like they had to fear for their character’s lives (yet), so I put a stop to that.

The Madame is the Deep Fantasia’s owner and the Big Bad for the first arc. Their character design is still one of my favorites; a white painted face, gold lips, lace as a half-face mask, a wide-brimmed hat, covered neck to feet in black, including gloves. I really wanted to emulate that this character WAS NOT to be trifled with, like they were something beyond the brothel and tiny scope of the Material Plane. Considering how terrified my Player were of them, I think I nailed it.

Long story short, The Madame broke up the fight by casting Blindness on both Vekti and Fitz. They had to be led back to their quarters and wait for it to wear off. Now that I have had time to truly develop The Madame’s character, motivations and goals I feel if we didn’t that scene again it would have gone much differently. Fitz would have for sure lost at least one finger or the use of his limbs for the week. That could have been fun. Would have gotten across the message “PvP is not allowed” too imo. We ended the session there, with Vekti and Fitz both blind and vulnerable.

#nats dms #dnd recap #arc 1 #escape the brothel

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rapmonster-notdancemonster-blog · 7 years ago

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Kaisoo; Copycat pt. 2

part one

Sorry about the long wait y’all. I went to the Monsta X concert last Sunday and then all this week I had Chinese class, and I just took my final for the class. With the extra free time I sat down to write out this chapter. Enjoy :)

~ Δ ~ Kyungsoo’s comment section on his latest post on instagram explodes with fans saying that a fan-war broke between the Soos (Kyungsoo’s fans) and Ninis (Jongin’s fans) on instagram and twitter. Kyungsoo is known for his sweet, melodic voice and Jongin is a promising dancer who takes cute selcas every single day. The Soos accuse Jongin of imitating Kyungsoo, as he always uploads dance covers of the songs that Kyungsoo covers a day after Kyungsoo releases them. Feeling sorry, Kyungsoo leaves a private message on Jongin’s twitter.

~ Δ ~ Shy!Kyungsoo, Straightforward!Jongin

~ Δ ~ The title is pending bc I had Paradise by Millic ft FanxyChild on repeat while I was writing this. If anyone has any suggestions to what I could rename it as, pls do tell :)

~ Δ ~ Warnings: Rated T for sexual references and language

~ Δ ~ 1332 words

~ Chapter Two ~

That morning Kyungsoo sat at the head of his wooden table, coffee mug in hand. His expression, painted with self control and complete composure stared at the laptop seated in front of him; Twitter browser opened up to his home feed. He brought up his mug up to plush lips, glasses fogging up with condensation as he left it there. Letting the warm and welcoming aroma hit his nose, he exhaled with content, sipped, and set it back down gently in its coaster. He sat patiently waiting for his glasses to clear up, and thought about what he was about his next move.

It’s the right thing to do. I need to get in contact with Jongin.

Jongin. Jongin. Jongin, Jongin, Jongin. Just his name sent a small tremor up Kyungsoo’s spine. Flashes of the dancer’s smirk appeared in his mind and a small pink hue tinted his cheeks. Shaking his head, he decided to put his mind to use. He quietly cracked his fingers and rolled his neck, feeling a bit too stiff. Looking again at the laptop screen, he quickly typed in “jongin” into the search bar, hoping for something to pop up. And boy, it did. Fan pages, daily picture accounts, body appreciation pages (that Kyungsoo totally did not click on) and so on. Deciding to take this to Google, seeing as he couldn’t find any official account, he types in “jongin dancer twitter” and is relieved to see that the first result is said dancer’s twitter account.

Now anxious, Kyungsoo quickly clicks on the link, sending him back to the twitter website, and is met with the smiling face of Jongin and Fuck, Kyungsoo thinks.

“He’s gorgeous.” He whispers to no one, face flushing. Clearing his throat he scrolls down the feed and sees cute selca after cute selca, posted daily. The more he scrolled, the more his infatuation grew - not that he’d ever admit it to himself. Bless him, he smiles, mirroring a smiling Jongin in a recent picture. Deciding that it was creepy to stalk his profile like how he was, he knew it was time. Opening the Jongin’s DM’s he started typing carefully:

Good Morning. My name is Do Kyungsoo and I know you probably don’t know who I am, or maybe you do but anyways: sorry to bother you like this, but I feel like I have an issue to clear with you. It’s not that I’m accusing you of anything, on the contrary I believe that creativity should be shared and the internet is a platform created for broadcasting and showcasing talents of all kinds, but I was just wondering if you were watching my videos and making them your own? Again, I’m not accusing you of anything, I just wanted to address this issue because many people are sending me messages through social media regarding correlation between our uploaded videos. When you have time please message me back.

Before he could regret it, he clicked enter. And took a deep breath, nodding at his attempt to sound controlled. Almost immediately though, the check-mark appeared at the bottom of the screen and Kyungsoo closed the tab fearing his life. Deep breaths Soo, he told himself, and gave himself a minute more of buffer time. Ready, he reopened his Twitter browser to already see a DM notification. Nervous, he clicked on the tab and read some of the conversation:

Thank you for contacting me, I have been waiting for your….

Waiting? For him? Jongin was waiting for him? He opened the chat:

Thank you for contacting me, I have been waiting for your message. I too have been receiving messages from your fans and mine, and I have seen how bad some of them have gotten to be. I also apologize since it is true, I did copy your video songs. If I’m going to be honest with you, I’m not sorry about it either, in fact I had hoped you would notice some way or the other.

Kyungsoo blinked. What? Who in the world…. Did he just admit…. He did, didn’t he? He just admitted to copying my videos. He read on:

Truth is, I’m a fan of yours, scratch that, I’m a really big fan of yours. And I wanted to collaborate with you, but we’re on different sides of youtube so I’d figured I would need to do something big yet secretive so that if I did it a lot it wouldn’t go unnoticed for long. Whaddya say Hyung?

“H-Hyung?” He repeats. Does he think he’s being cute? The corner of his mouth twitched. Okay, he is cute, but still what the fuck, you can’t just openly admit to something like that and then brush it off like it’s okay. He took another sip of his coffee. Hm? What’s this? Another message popped up.

When are you free? I also live in Seoul.

Excuse me??? Kyungsoo choked on his coffee. He quickly typed:

How are you expecting me to willingly meet with you even though you went through this extreme of fanaticism?

Because I went through this extreme of fanaticism for you to notice me, you should feel flattered.

Kyungsoo scoffed, this Jongin is something else, if he weren’t so darn cute I would’ve told him to go fuck himself already.

Besides, aren’t you at least a bit interested in me too? You must’ve seen my videos as well. Not to brag, but from one talented being to the other, my dancing must’ve been quite something if you had even bothered to look at it. I’m quite good aren’t I? ;)

Is he flirting with me right now? The nerve of this man! Kyungsoo huffed, looking at the screen, his eyebrows furrowing. He sighed, knowing that he still needed to clear up this issue.

I’m going to choose not to answer that last question. I am free today.

I’d knew you’d come through Hyung! Do you know Cafe Dalssi in Gangnam? I’ll meet you at 3:00pm. I’ll get a booth in the back for us ;) See you there! <3

Seeing the last text, Kyungsoo knew that the conversation had ended. Cafe Dalssi, of course he knew that place, it was one of his favourite cafes, did Jongin happen to know this already? Kyungsoo looked down at the watch resting on his left wrist, 11:29 am. This gave him quite a few hours to get ready for his day.

Feeling his stomach grumbled softly, Kyungsoo blushed softly. How can small things like bodily function still make him feel shy? Grumbling at the loss in his cool, Kyungsoo stands up from his chair, heading over to the cupboards below his sink. Crouching down, he opens the cabinet and reaches for the cat food. “Toby~” He calls out, “where are you?~~”

Upon smelling the food that would only appeal to animals, a large grey cat ran in through the living room into the kitchen. The cat meows affectionately, clearly loved by his owner and vice versa and Kyungsoo smiles. He cracks open the can and sets it carefully onto the floor next to Toby’s hard kiblets and water bowl. Smelling the pleasing salmon, Toby digs into his food and Kyungsoo pets his soft fur. I wonder if Jongin would like Toby... He laughed, Right, more like would Toby like Jongin…

But then he stopped laughing, where did that come from? Why would Jongin even meet Toby? Shrugging off the thought, he rose back to his full height and washed his hands in the sink. Walking to his room he grabbed for the laptop on his table and wondered what else he should do before their meeting.

Little did Kyungsoo know that when he had been scoffing and huffing from Jongin’s texts, the said dancer had been hiding from the screen of his phone behind the human sized plushies on his bed, fanboying and anxiously waiting Kyungsoo’s replies. His eyes curved into half moons as he squealed in delight, the ends of his mouth tugging upwards revealing straight, white teeth.

part one

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Description: Sometimes the guys can’t keep secrets. Sometimes that’s okay.

Genre: Fluff, High School! AU

Pairing: Oh Sehun x reader

Word Count: 2,779

I’d been here at Baekhyun’s house for two hours, listening to the guys drone on and on about lame guy stuff. I didn’t quite know what they were talking about right now. I had tuned them all out awhile ago. It was me and four of the guys: Jongin, Chanyeol, Baek, and Kyungsoo. I loved them, but not enough to listen to them talk about… sports?

“But yo, when are tryouts?” I heard Chanyeol ask to no one in particular. Baekhyun answered almost immediately. “Next Thursday, but you have to have an updated physical and gear.” Chanyeol groaned. “That’s not even the best part. The gear has to be brand new. Literally fresh off the shelves and directly to the field or you practically won’t be allowed to tryout.” Baek’s statement made Chan groan louder. “Ugh, I hate tryout season. Like honestly, what’s wrong with the gear we already have? I literally replaced all my equipment last season. More importantly, what if we don’t even make the team. Then we have all this spanky new gear for nothing!” He ranted.

Kyungsoo spoke next. He didn’t speak often when they had conversations like this, but when he did it was good. “You suck at baseball, so you’re the only one that has to worry about that.” This made all the guys erupt into laughter, and even I broke out into a small giggle. Chan’s face turned red, partly from embarrassment. “Aye, leave him alone. At least he can make it to tryouts Mr.I’m-too-scared-to-tryout-for-basketball-so-I’m-just-gonna-hideout-in-the-library.” Kyungsoo gave Jongin a death glare. “That’s not what happened you doof. I had a stupid research paper to finish and the coaches made me go to the library to work on it.” Jongin cowered as Kyungsoo spoke. I didn’t know why though. Jongin was the only one that could get away with saying stuff like that it him. It was obvious that he had a soft spot for him. “Yeah, leave him alone guys. Besides, even if he could try out, he’s too short to make a basket.” Kyungsoo didn’t hesitate to jerk on a strand of Baekhyun’s hair as the guys burst into another bout of laughter. The digs the guys got on Kyungsoo was what usually got them the most riled up, mainly because it didn’t happen often seeing as how nobody wanted to get killed by one of his death stares.

I honestly couldn’t stand listening to them go on. “Can you guys not be so boring? I’m practically falling asleep.” All the guys looked at me with playful annoyance. ��Did we ask you to speak?” Baekhyun asked, mocking a face of disgust. “Cause I don’t recall.”

“Aye, I don’t recall asking for permission to speak, not that I’d let any of you losers to grant me that right.”

The guys all let out in a chorus of “Ooooo.” Chanyeol was next to speak.“So sassy.” Baekhyun mumbled something under his breath right after him. I didn’t quite catch it all, but I caught some of it. “No wonder… on you…”

“Would you like to say that again Baek? Maybe a little louder?” I said, mocking a stern tone we’d all heard Baekhyun’s mother use with him. He was quite the sassafrass. He was constantly getting in trouble with his parents because he couldn’t stop himself from saying something sarcastic or snarky. He rolled eyes. “I SAID, NO WONDER OUR SASSY MAKNAE HAS A CRUSH ON YOU!” He shouted even though we were all barely two feet away from each other. “Smartass.” I huffed crossing my arms. The guys got back into their previous conversation. I snatched my phone up from its place on the table behind us. I started mindlessly scrolling through social media. I wasn’t looking at anything in particular, I just wanted something to prevent me from going completely insane while the guys talked about… hockey?

I grabbed one of the cups off the table, and took a big gulp of the fizzy soda. No wonder our sassy maknae likes you. Baekhyun’s words from earlier popped back into my mind causing me to spit my drink out. It flew from my mouth and straight from my nostrils too. “Eww Y/n, what the fuck?” Chanyeol squealed. For someone so manly, he sure did squeal and scream alot. “sEHUN LIKES ME?!?!” Chanyeol nodded. He and Jongin started wiping the soda off the table, Baekhyun was drying himself off, and Kyungsoo had moved to the other side of the room. He’d just barely avoided getting soda spit on him because he had gotten up to fix himself more drink at the same time soda was spewing from my nose.

“He’s had feelings for you since like practically day one.” Jongin said just as he finished wiping off the table. “Yeah.” Baekhyun agreed. “It’s so obvious too. He’s always drooling over you when we’re all together.” My jaw dropped. There was no way in hell, Sehun, of all people, liked me. I had a major crush on him, and the universe was never ever kind enough to let your crush reciprocate feelings. I got a rag from the laundry room, wet it, and made sure the table was clean. Once I was done, I threw the rag back at Baekhyun for him to put it where it goes. Anytime any of us tried to help him straighten up the place he got upset.

“You guys can’t be serious.” I said. The guys loved to joke around, so I wholeheartedly believed this was another one of their pranks. “You should see the way he looks at you.” Kyungsoo stated, making his way back to the table once he was sure it was clean. “And when you’re not around, we can never get him to shut up about you. Y/n, this. Y/n, that. Makes me wanna slap the kid sometimes.” Jongin added. Something in me still didn’t quite believe them, but regardless I spilled my own feelings to them. “Well, I sorta maybe have feelings for him too.” I whispered, covering my face as soon as the words had left my lips.

“OH MY GOD! WE CAN SET YOU TWO UP!” Baekhyun screamed, jumping up and down in the process. Matchmaker, one of his favorite things to do. “No! He doesn’t know.” I said, feeling my face heat up. I knew exactly how the guys were, now that we were on this topic it would be awhile before we were on to something else. “You didn’t know how he felt about you, but look at you now.” Chanyeol said, nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders as if this wasn’t sort of big deal. “Bye Yeollie, that’s different.” I whined, I was way too chicken to tell Sehun about my tiny, huge, crush on him. “Honestly, I’m content with him never knowing.” Before I had the chance to say anything else, my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a text from Jongdae.

From Dae: Okay but like dont hate me

From Dae: butttttttttttttttttt

From Dae: Something may or may not have slipped…

“I say you just waltz up to him and tell him how you feel.” Jongin suggested from his seat across from me at the table. “Jongin, that’s lame.” I said, quickly replying to the ominous text message I’d just received.

To Dae: Explain

“Or you could have one of us tell him, like me for example?” Baekhyun said, I was looking at him, but I could tell he was wearing the biggest grin of his life. “You only want to do it because you like being in other people’s business.” His first reply was a scoff. “Not true, I enjoy being kind and helping others around me.”

From Dae: SOOOO likeeeee

From Dae: I love you Y/n, you know that right??

I was starting to get impatient. What had he done this time? “Text him.” “Call him.” “Meet up with him. “Send him a letter.” “Send him an email.” “Send him a snapchat.” “Post in on Instagram.” “Slide in his DM’s.” The guys just starting shouting out suggestions. I couldn’t help but giggle as some of the options started to get ridiculous.

From Dae: Hunnie knows you like him

From Dae: dont kill me pls

I screamed as I typed out my reply. Jongdae was one of the first, and for a while the only, people to know about my crush on Sehun. The other was Yixing.

To Dae: HWO DOES SOEMTHIN LIKE THAT JUSST SLIP?!?!???!!??! >

To Dae: UGH im so gonna punch you next time I see you

To Dae: ur such a punk, i hate you

I didn’t notice, but the guys, all except for Baekhyun who moved to the other room to take a phone call, had moved behind me to peek over my shoulder. They were reading my messages. “Whelp, looks like you don’t even gotta worry about telling him now.” Chanyeol laughed, ruffling my hair, something he knew I hated with a passion. I punched his shoulder for revenge. “Leave me alone you crusty heathen.” I said, pushing the red haired giant away from me. He stumbled, and hit his side on the kitchen counter. I could tell the blow to his hip hurt, Chanyeol burst into a fit of giggles. He was so odd.

“Hey guys,” Baekhyun said. He tossed his phone back on the table, where it was pre-phone call. “Sehun and the others are coming over. Also what do you guys want to eat.” The four shouted food suggestions at Baekhyun. I didn’t understand how he understood all the clamour, but I was more focused on the fact that Sehun would be here any minute

From Dae: i luv you tho :’(

From Dae: Also we’re coming to Baek’s

Hearing the fact again made me scream.

To Dae: I KNOW

I pretty much continued screaming even though about thirty minutes had passed. I screamed even more when I heard a knock on the door. Luckily it only turned out to be the pizza we had ordered. We were supposed to wait for everyone to get here, but I was so anxious it was making me hungry. I ended up scarfing down close to a whole pizza by myself.

We always get like five orders of breadsticks, and I ate about one and a half of those. They weren’t even that good, but I was so nervous to see Sehun I couldn’t stop myself. I actually began pacing around the room as we awaited the other guys’ arrival. I was shook beyond belief. How was he gonna react? What was he gonna say? Was he even going to talk to me? Was everything going to be awkward the rest of the night? I didn’t know what to do, so when another knock came to the door I ended up screaming once more and hiding in Baekhyun’s room. I could hear Chanyeol laugh at me as I did so, but I didn’t care.

To Dae: Meet me in Baekhyun’s room ASAP

I assumed he got my message when about ten minutes later I heard a knock on the door. I had locked it just in case. “Open up!” He shouted through the door. I hurriedly unlocked it and went back to pacing. “Jongdae, I can barely breathe!” I uttered, my nerves causing my hands to start shaking. “Is that so?” I expected to hear Jongdae’s voice, but instead I was met with that of Sehun’s much deeper one. “WHY ARE YOU HERE?!?!?!” I screamed for the umpteenth time today. “The guys pushed me in here and said they wouldn’t let me out until we talked, so here I am.” I didn’t know what to do or say. Literally the only thing I could think to do was scream. But that was off the table considering I didn’t think the guys wanted to hear me do that again.

le boyz gc: I hate all of you

Eventually Sehun broke the silence which was different seeing as how besides Kyungsoo, he was the quietest out of all the guys.

“How long have you liked me?”

I almost choked because of his boldness. I mean leave it to Sehun to get straight to the point. “What do you mean?” I laughed nervously. “I’ve never liked you.” I’ve liked you since middle school.

“Don’t lie to me.” He said casually, moving from leaning against the bedroom door to sitting on Baekhyun’s bed. “Jongdae told me you’ve had a crush on me for a while now.” I mentally cursed Jongdae. Remind me not to tell any of the guys if I ever develop a crush on literally ANYONE EVER AGAIN!

.“For the record, I’ve liked you since that first time we all hung out at Chanyeol’s place.” I tried thinking back to the first time we ever went to Chan’s house. It was quite hard to manage seeing as how we’re always either at his or Baekhyun’s house. “What’s so special about us hanging out that one time?” I asked, trying to avert from the subject of me liking him. “I don’t know really.” He started. He stopped looking at me, and focused all his attention on his twiddling thumbs. “Just something about you struck out to me. It made me what to get to know you better.” “Are you glad you did?” I asked in a small voice. Sehun nodded vigorously. “It was the best decision I ever made to be honest.”

I could feel a warmth course through my body at his words. Now I have to tell him. I took a deep breath and finally spilled the truth. “I’ve had a crush on you since before high school. And ever since then just the thought of you makes me happy beyond belief.” I puffed, still not wanting to admit my true feelings for him. I looked over at Sehun. His entire face was lit up in result of what I’d told him. But he went from beaming to smirking in two seconds flat. He sat up off the bed, and stood about a foot away from me. “See how easy that was.” I punched his arm, causing him to start laughing. “Leave me alone.” After those words, he pulled me into a tight hug. I buried my head in his chest. I was able to get a whiff of his cologne, it was strong but not too overbearing. It was pleasant, but at the same time it was a savory scent. I didn’t want him to let go anytime soon, however we jumped away from each other as we heard Baekhyun yell “THEY BETTER NOT BE HAVING SEX IN MY ROOM, ON MY BED!!” and the door swing open.

The guys piled into the doorway. “Ew, look at the lovebirds.” Minseok teased from the front of the huddle. His words caused both Sehun and I to turn bright red from embarrassment. “I bet they were making out.” Chanyeol butted in, sticking his head farther into the room. “Shut up Chan!” I said, covering up my face as it got even brighter.

“Come on guys, pizza’s getting cold and we’re about to put on a movie.” Junmyeon said. I gave him an understanding nod. I went to speak, but before I could Jongin interrupted me. “Oh Y/n’s not hungry. She practically ate like three pizzas before you guys got here. Sehun had her super stressed out.” Everyone broke out into laughter, causing all my embarrassment levels to skyrocket. I buried my face in my hands, so no one would see just how red my face was getting. “It was more like one, let me live.” I pouted. Sehun wrapped his arm around my waist, and pulled me closer to him. “It’s okay babe.” He whispered in my ear. I ended up smiling like an idiot at his words. The guy I like just called me babe. What a world!

“Stop being gross, you’ve been together for like five seconds.” Baekhyun said, wearing an over exaggerated look of disgust. I couldn’t help but shake my head at him. We hadn’t talked about us actually dating yet. “Hey you guys, we should choose tonight’s movies carefully. The two love birds might get a little risky throughout them.” Kyungsoo said from the middle of the crowd of guys. This time Sehun and I joined in on the guy’s laughter. One by one, everyone eventually turned around and left the bedroom. Sehun and I exited the room, his arm still draped around my shoulder. Before we got into the living room, he placed a kiss on my forehead. Maybe we weren’t together just yet, but I could definitely get used to this.

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