#what is wrong with you sis? go to therapy????

[alasy]

Lapvona is The Worst™ book I've ever read in my entire life. Actually. It's atrocious and I mean it. It's not even cathartic-bad but more like it-should-be-illegal-bad and someone-call-the-cops-on-the-author-bc-this-is-not-normal-bad.

[gender-euphowrya]

jesus fuck are they fucking okay are the idiot dumbshit vom stain terves fucking okay

[certifiedcodbabygirl]

Simon Riley who realizes how much he fucked up and that maybe therapy isn't such a bad idea

AN: Lil bit longer than usual, but it's been on my mind

Art credit to SubsurfaceChaos on Twitter

Something was off with him all day. It wasn't too noticeable until he began distancing himself, getting irritated at being around anyone. You confronted him, simply trying to see if you could help or maybe provide comfort, and fuck did that backfire.

He was sitting in the living room watching whatever was on the channel, but it's not like he was paying attention to it. Thoughts and feelings of the deployment he just came back from a few days ago build up, irritation filling him like water in a bathtub. He doesn't usually have flashbacks or anything like that, the military would discharge him if he had PTSD, but some days he thinks too much.

He didn't even notice you coming in until you were sitting next to him. He snaps out of his thoughts just to meet your soft eyes. You sat on the other end of the couch, not wanting to crowd him too much while he's like this.

"What." He deadpans, voice devoid of all emotion.

Yeah something's definitely up.

"What's wrong, Si? Somethin' been messing with you today?" You ask gently, not wanting to come off as if you're accusing him.

He gives you and irritated look, suggesting you drop it, "Nothin', 'm fine"

You're not stupid. He tends to need a little push in order to open up.

"I know you're not", tone still soft, "I'm not trying to irritate you or anything, I ju-"

"Well you certainly got an affinity for it" He snaps, "Drop it"

You inhale, trying to not take his words personally, "Si, I'm your girlfriend, it's kinda my job to check in with you"

The bathtub overflows.

"You can't listen, can you? I said drop it, fuckin' 'ell" He stands up from the couch and walks to the kitchen, trying to create distance.

"Simon I'm just trying to help, I'm not here to make things harder for you" You try to reason with him, swallowing the lump in your throat.

You follow him into the kitchen but still give him space. He doesn't say anything back, a small part of him knowing you're right but the larger part won't connect to that. Pouring a class of orange juice, he keeps his back to you.

"Si-"

"Can you shut up for once?! Can you? I said bloody drop it. It's not up for discussion!" He sets the cup on the counter with a thud and snaps at you, "You're always fuckin' naggin' at me, clearly not takin' a bloody hint. Jesus Christ"

That shuts you up. The lump in your throat intensifies, tears beginning to form in your eyes. He's never yelled at you like that before. Sure, he's had bursts of irritation during arguments, but he's worked hard to make sure he never treats you how you don't deserve.

"Why are you yelling at me? All I'm doing is trying to be there for you" You ask quietly, voice not really allowing you to speak louder. a couple tears fall down your face, and your nose begins to get stuffed up. You try to quietly sniffle but he still hears it. He hangs his head down and groans quietly.

"Now you're fuckin' cryin'. Great."

Not wanting to be around him much longer, you turn to leave, "Come find me when you're calmer", Your voice betrays you and cracks a little.

You walk away and go upstairs to your shared bedroom. Once you close the door, the crying begins. His words cut through you like a knife, a deep pressure-like hurt seeping through your chest. Sobs rack your body yet you still try to be quiet, not wanting him to hear. You know he's gonna snap out of it and fuckin hate himself for what he did. You know he loves you, and if he were in his right mind he would have never uttered a single degrading word to you.

You slip into bed and lay there, crying. You guessed he would be up anytime soon and the smell of him on the pillows was both comforting and hurtful.

Downstairs though, Simon was fucking fuming. Seeing you go up the stairs, lip quivering, evaporated every bit of him anger. He groans loudly and throws an arm over his eyes.

'How fuckin' stupid can you be? How the fuck can you speak to her like that?'

He removes his arm and leans against the counter, arms crossed over his chest. You've stuck through with him since the moment you meet. Never once judged his off stand-ish behavior and learned to find ways to work with him. He cherished you so wholly, feeling what he thought he never would. You came into his life and slowly broke down his walls, allowing you to see him apart from his exterior.

He thought he was going to lose you. Sure, you had arguments before, but he had never purposefully tried to hurt you. Knowing that he did made his stomach churn, nausea kicking in. 2 years of the best relationship (not that there were very many before you) all to be broken down, at least what he thought, because he was pissed off.

'Maybe I should fuckin' go to therapy.'

Let's be honest, he could use it. He tried to go through it before but just quit due to how uncomfortable it made him. He figured he was on his own, all before you, and there was no one to deal with his bullshit besides him. Now he has someone who he cares about so much that it doesn't matter if he's uncomfortable. He'd rather be uncomfortable than never be with you again.

He gathers the balls to go upstairs and carefully opens the door. He's met with the sight of you curled up, your sniffles being the only sound in the room.

"Go away" You call out, although not too loudly. Your voice is wobbly and stuffy.

He'd think it was adorable, had he not been the one to cause it. He walks to the opposite side of the bed and gets in, spooning you. He kisses your hair so gently it would give you butterflies if you weren't so upset.

"I'm so sorry, love. I haven't a clue why I did that to you and you didn't deserve a single lick of it." He feels the small burn in his nose as he starts tearing up a little, "I promise it'll never happen again"

You sniffle as more tears fall, the pain sticking to you despite his words.

"I wasn't trying to piss you off" You whisper.

"I know baby, it wasn't you. I promise it wasn't. Could never be that mad at you" He says softly, a tear falling. He grips you a little bit tighter and kisses the back of your neck, trying to bring comfort to both of you.

"Then why did you yell at me? I've never heard you like that before."

He sighs, "Been thinkin' 'bout what happened while I was gone and it came out at you. 'M gonna go back to therapy 'n try to fix what ever the hell is wrong with me" He kisses your neck again, " 'M gonna do better, gonna be better"

He's not stupid, he knows his words aren't gonna go away overnight. He knows how much you love him, even if he doesn't understand it, and knows hearing that from him hurts more than it would anyone else. He knows you're gonna be affected by them for a bit and he's prepared to fix it. Anything for his love.

You turn around so you're both still on your sides but you're cuddled into his chest. Wasting no time, not even hesitating, he wraps his arms around you and holds you tight. He lets out a sigh of relief, knowing this is your way of accepting his apology. He softly kisses your forehead and cheek, whispering how much he loves you and how it's gonna be better.

He knows he can't run from his issues anymore and for once he's ready to face them.

[strawhatkia]

luvr boy.

INCLUDES ! izuku midoriya x black!fem!reader

GENRE ! fluff

SYNOPSIS ! general relationship headcanons with izuku !

WARNINGS ! cursing, fem!black! reader, we still in high school y’all, a little uraraka slander (read to understand), edited

WORD COUNT ! 1.6k

A/N ! another repost, i had to break it up bc it was a lot of text - izuku motherfucking midoriya. the blasian himself. isaiah niggadoriya. him with a black female? him with a melanated goddess? i think it god’s greatest gift to give izuku ‘deku’ midoriya a beautiful, melanated, healing black woman and for me to write about it.❤️🥰 also, i hate the way uraraka is written and i will not hold back

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pretty boy- the prettiest 

alright!! let’s start with wash day!!

…nigga did not know shit-

 poor baby grew up with inko, bless her straight headed soul, so he had no clue how to probably take care of his hair

all he had was h e a t  d a m a g e

“zuku, how do you do your hair?” “huh?” “like what do you do?” “uh well, nothing really, i just wash it, that’s it.” “…” “what? why are you making that face- IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY HAIR?!?”

everything…everything is wrong…

aight sis, grab yo detangler, rat-tail comb, hard brush, sulfate-free shampoo, co-wash, conditioner, deep conditioner, protein treatment, all your oils, patience, and strength

and for the love of everything that is great- throw away his 3-in-1 before he give me a fucking heart attack

chile- you couldn’t even see his fucking scalp. his hair was so matted and curled up tightly together that it hurt to look at it 

don’t let him go out this house like this no mo, hear me?

but it’s nothing you can’t fix, give the lil boy head some TLC and watch them curls pop!

first wrap that towel around his shoulders, put a pillow on the floor and sit him down in between ya legs and start the marathon of old all might and black people movies you gon’ be there for a while

lil boy would not sit still and he was tender-headed pick a struggle; at this point it was either get popped by you or suffer the pain from his scalp…he chose the latter

mans almost fell asleep while you was shampooing his hair and when you put the hot oil treatment on his scalp- slumber  

after everything, you twisted his hair and gave him a bonnet

“uhm...why are you giving me a hat?” you almost slapped the taste outta his damn mouth

after explaining, he put it on; little did he know it was an expect copy to yours, just a different size

“baby, we’re matching!” ”yes, izu, we are. do you wanna take pictures?” you have just made his night. 

the pictures were posted all over insta and has them pinned on his account you betta bet mina was all in the damn comment section ; later, he would print them out and put them on his desk so he can look at when he sat down or went to bed

when you took his hair down the next day, he went to the mirror and baby had stars in his eyes

“it looks so cool!” “i’m glad you like it, izu”

he talks about you to all might all the fucking time to the point they both know you better than ya damn self

which is really annoying because all might be wanting them "one on one" talks and it will irk you to talk to him because everything will be "but young midoriya said..."

to be honest, he went to all might for love advice....don’t ever let him do that again. mans was using the most corniest lines but since it was izuku, he got away with- tell me you not cheesing thinking about him saying the "roses are red, violets are blue line" with the cutest blush...im waiting

golden hour, his favorite time of the day

this man will drop everything just to see you at golden hour like when the sun is just starting to set, he will rush into ya dorm room just to watch you

it's like therapy for him to see you relaxing under the setting sun and see your brown skin shining, i just feel like this time would be the time he reminds himself that he is incredibly lucky to have you and will literally do anything to keep you relaxed like this

"zuku babes, what are you looking at?" "nothing~" "whew boy you are so far gone" "hm?" "oh! uh...love you !" "hm, love you too~"

side note: ...if you hear a camera click, don't be surprised

izuku loves affection, giving and receiving

his giving love languages is acts of service and a lil bit of quality time; his receiving love language is physical touch and words of affirmation

so it’s important that you meet in the middle and give him praise, shit works like a charm

go up to him, pat and rub his curls and tell him that he did a good job and one of two things will happen

one: he'll tear up a lot and ask if you're sure or two: he'll blush really fucking hard

as for his giving love, he'll just kinda follow you now until he is told to leave. don’t do that. just don’t.

let him leave on his own, you'll make him feel like he's bothering you otherwise 

ask him for cuddles, he’ll drop almost anything he is doing to do so

even if you just drop hints about it, he’ll just smile and just take you somewhere quiet before sitting down or laying down to take a nap with you (nap dates with zuku !)

i think my heart just busted outta my chest i love him so fucking much

if you wanna match his acts of service, when he’s sick or just really busy at hero work studies, take notes for him in class. he will love you forever i promise. 

and best believe, that he wants your attention on him at all times

remember them head pats? let’s say you give them to todoroki or tsu for doing some reason

poor thing is definitely sitting in a corner somewhere sulking

he doesn’t want to get upset because that’s his friends and he's glad that you are getting along but he would be lying if he didn't feel a little salty about it

later on, he will ask for some and if you refuse for any reason, he’ll look at you like you just tore out his heart…cause ya did

and GOD FORBID if you give more attention to bakugo instead of him…it is now in God’s hands

he’s throwing you over his shoulder and walking away from bakugo, not before throwing him a glare which later on ensues another fight between them

he only did it because he doesn’t like you getting too close to bakugo, no matter how much he cares about him being his childhood friend

i would like to think there's always that underlying fact that yes, you can handle yourself, but he also knows just how capable bakugou is and lowkey does not want to risk it

please remind him that you do love him and that he is a good boyfriend with all the hugs, cuddles, and all that other good shit

he loves to write about you in his notes, he has AT LEAST 4 notebooks about everything about you as well as somethings he wish to say to you and a little souvenirs from moments between you two that he found special

he has a special item from the time he figured out that he loved you and wrote down in detail what happened and how he felt about it 

when you find these notebooks, do not, i repeat, DO NOT tell him that you found. just take the damn notebook while you can and run

give it back and you'll never see it again.

but most definitely tell him about all the things you read and watch him turn bright red

“so, you did get jealous when I gave Sero that hug the other day?” “HUH?!?!? H- H- HOW DID YOU FIND OUT!!?” “*holds up notebook marked ‘Y/n L/n’* Maybe because wrote about it…in detail” *cue the screams of embarrassment and horror*

nah but the amount of times the boy has gone off on a tangent about the little things he loves about you in there will get you flustered-

for drama sake, let’s talk about uraraka

short story: you almost knocked that bitch teeth in

long story: yes, deku used to like her and yes, she almost got him but that did not work out and guess who got him first ! tbh, you started out good friends with uraraka apart from the dekusquad but she never told you about her lil crush until it was too damn late !  

and little miss thing was not happy about it; “after all this time…he gets with her!!”

i think you noticed at first her lil sly ass actions and remarks but don’t give in, let her make a fool of herself and watch her run around in circles

be calm and stay two steps ahead, it will work out in your favor ! and it did !

the next person that noticed was tsu, however, she was on your side about this because she hates petty shit and people so what uraraka was doing was not to her liking at all ! 

the other two, iida and shoto, caught on to it (iida wanting uraraka to at least remain civil and shoto just watching from afar) but deku remained oblivious for a while

he just wanted to be friends with everyone so he kinda just...didn't notice or thought she was mad about something else

i feel like uraraka would get beside herself and start saying reckless ass shit to express her frustration but it would only end up with her getting her ass beat and shunned from the group until she got her act together

you can guess what she said but all imma say is….she really lost her god damn mind and paid the price

what's worse is she really did try to make it seem like you stole from her...but dum dum was the one who didn't speak up? until the very last minute? which...sounds like a personal problem? sssoooooo, stay mad?

everyone in class did figure it out and it was just lowkey sad to see her get so messy but in the end !

izuku loves you very much and would do anything for you 

you are his happiness and he’s thinking about spending forever with you

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[toobusybeingdelulu]

when the card declines at therapy and they bring up: ‘then why are you so upset?’ ‘I’m not.’ ‘he causing you trouble?’ ‘why do you care?’ ‘because max we are family now, whether we like it or not, meaning I’m stuck looking out for you’ ‘my stepbrother has always been a dick but now he is just… angry. all the time. I guess I’m angry too…’ ‘my thirteen-year-old sister goes missing all day. and I find her with you. In a stranger’s house. and you lie to me about it.’ ‘what about billy? he seemed… wrong.’ ‘wrong is kind of like his default, but it’s nice to know he is not a murderer, ‘cause that would have totally sucked.’ ‘god I hope it’s not you. I really hope it’s not you.’ ‘it’s not my fault, it’s not my fault, max I promise you it’s not my fault.’ ‘what’s not your fault billy?’ ‘I’ve done things, max, really bad things. I didn’t mean to. He made me do it.’ ‘who made you do it?’ ‘i don’t know, it’s like a shadow. a giant shadow. please max.’ ‘what did he make you do?’ ‘it’s not my fault max please. I tried to stop him okay? I did. please believe max. please believe me.’ ‘billy it’s going to be okay. we want to help you. we want to help you. But you have to talk to us okay? you have to to talk to us.’ ‘billy your name is billy, billy hargrove. you live on old cherry lane, please I’m max, i’m your sist-‘ ‘BILLY!’ ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘Billy… Billy wake up. wake up. Get up. Please, Billy. Billy!’ ‘Dear Billy, I don't even know if you can hear this. Two years ago, I would've said "that's ridiculous, impossible." But that was before I found out about alternate dimensions and monsters, so I'm just going to stop assuming that I know anything. basically, ever since you left, everything's been a total disaster. And the worst part is, I can't tell anyone why you're gone. I can't tell them that you saved El's life. That you saved my life. I play that moment back in my head all the time. And sometimes I imagine myself running to you, pulling you away. I imagine that if I had, then you would still be here. And everything would be right again. I imagine that we could've become friends. Good friends, like a real brother and sister. And I know that's stupid. You hated me. I hated you. But I thought that maybe we could try again.’ ‘for a while, I tried to be happy. Normal. But I think that maybe a part of me died that day too. And I haven't told anyone this. I just can't. But I had to tell you. Before it's too late. If you can even hear this, and I really hope that you can. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry, Billy.’ ‘love, your shitty little sister, Max.’ ‘and, late at night, you have sometimes wished to follow me. follow me into death.’ ‘I wanted him out of my life. So sometimes I would imagine him crashing, dying in that stupid car. And I tried to forgive myself. But I can’t. I can’t.’ ‘rubbing alcol? what am I supposed to do with this?’ ‘kiss your bo boo and make it better, sis. Dumbass, what do you think you are supposed to do with it?’ ‘but t-that’s gonna hurt!’ ‘If you keep using that stupid skateboard, you are gonna get banged up. better learn to do that stuff yourself. can’t rely on others to do it for you.’ ‘okay. give it to me.’ ‘if I only could I’d make a deal with god and I’d get him to swap our places’

[secretpostsposts]

¡Heya! No sé si la pregunta fue borrada. Pero no importa. ¿Te enteraste de ese nuevo Au de zombie pop! Branch? En el cual está siendo controlado por la cuerda del pop (por el rey Peppy) para hacerlo ser como el resto de la tribu, haciéndolo incapaz de sentir otra cosa que no sea felicidad forzada y sonrisas falsas con ojos brillantes rosados.

Quiero ver la reacción de los Obsessive! BroZone ante ese Branch, porque siento que va a necesitar muchos abrazos y terapia cuando salga del control de la cuerda.

Yes I have seen it, and I like it, although it makes me feel terrified and a bad taste in my stomach because of it, yes I write about possessive and obsessive characters, but the idea of losing almost part of your mind terrifies me; I still like that AU.

and it depends a lot, for example if John Dory arrived while Branch was giving a concert, he would be happy and excited to see what his little brother had accomplished, but then, when he realized what Branch looked like, you know, his hair color. skin and those glowing heart glasses, John would know something was wrong, he raised his brother, he memorized every corner of his face, his eyes, his hair color, everything, even with the years gone he would never forget what Branch really looked like. or its true colors, so after the show you will see it.

Branch is ecstatic, hugs and talks animatedly with John, but John sees Branch's hands trembling as his voice stutters and takes off his glasses and sees his eyes; John Dory is furious, Branch is all happy and downplaying everything, downplaying it, John wants to kill whoever, and then King Peppy comes in.

and John loses it; He shouts, insults and even hits the king, he takes Branch who was in shock, but even with a smile, he is crying but keeps smiling and John feels sick because of it, his sweet little brother is not capable of crying or feeling anything outside of sick and forced happiness; He ignores Peppy, he only heard that Branch was gray and he hit him again and took Branch to Rhonda, ignoring his brother's supposed friends, squeezing Branch's hand when he tries to go with them or return to Peppy when the King tells him. calls.

John Dory is sure that maybe he broke Branch's hand a little from the squeeze, but Branch just laughed at it; That only makes John feel sicker, he can only watch his brother act like that until it wears off, who knows, maybe he can help his brother after all this big trauma, have him with him again, like he was supposed to. what it should be

never leave it again.

That would be during the first movie, already in the last one, it would be almost the same as the movie except that when Branch yells at them, he will say about the scare of Pop zombie and being gray and they already know how to have a breakdown because of it, at the end of the whole adventure , the brothers want to kill Peppy and take their brother to a therapist, they would still be possessive, but at this point they are more concerned about Branch's mental state; He is in a relationship with a girl who doesn't even really know him and to top it off, SHE IS PEPPY'S DAUGHTER.

Clay is a little upset with Viva because she said Peppy meant well, Clay is giving her the silent treatment for that comment.

and the brothers try to get Branch to break up with Poppy at least until he finishes therapy (and if they never come back, good bonus point for the brothers)

[coff-in]

hii, I had made a request earlier but idk if you had got it, so I'm writing again just to be safe.

earlier I had a thought about how would Andrew be with a overly affectionate younger brother(reader)...? Like Andy and said younger brother would be cuddling on the couch watching some shitty movie Ashley had put on and she keeps glancing over to keep tabs on Andy and their her older siblings, knowing she can't do anything about it. So later that night when Andy gets his "nightmares" he crawls into his younger brothers bed while he's still awake because he can't sleep, so reader starts teasing Andy, and they take it from there 🤭

notes from coff-in: I DID GET YOUR PREVIOUS ASK AND IM KEEPING IT FOREVER!!! /positive what's better than incest? therapy and gay incest. LET ANDREW AND ASHLEY BE BI OR SOMETHING PLEASE!!! sorry. i'm losing myself rn, please enjoy what i have cooked up. this is also a ramble, i'm in a rambling mood rn

[masc] reader-insert, [reader] is younger than ashley by about one year, NSFW, incest, dry-humping

omg imagine if andrew liked boys :3 that's it send tweet. i wonder if andrew would have conflicting emotions about his feelings towards his brother since that's his brother you know? like, especially if he still has his incestuous feelings towards ashley, would he feel bad if he had them towards [reader], too? god, he is such a sis/sibcon. just some food for thought you know? (especially if he's dating julia around this time, omg. he goes on dates with julia while thinking about ashley or something and when he's at home he's getting real close and comfy with his baby brother-- poor julia)

i think an overly affectionate (especially physically) little brother would be kinda perfect for andrew. he definitely shows his love threw physical touch whether it's playing with his hair or holding his hand or pulling him close. there's also that added layer to their dynamic that they're both boys/guys, there's nothing wrong with them being shirtless or naked in the same room with each other and such. andrew could brush off their closeness as just them being brothers, this is normal for them cause they're brothers, nothing weird about this at all.

ashley being jelly of her baby bro is so silly to me omg. she presses herself to andrew's other side while they all watch a movie together but she still glances at andrew's arm draped around [reader], playing with his hair, or how [reader]'s probably laying his head on andrew's lap. ashley's not mad (maybe a little concerned because if andrew is exclusively attracted to guys that could be an avenue of control she loses access to) but she's letting it be known that she wants attention too.

later that night, [reader]'s in bed probably just staring at the ceiling or listening to the clock tick by to try to go to sleep. he looks over and sees andrew standing above them and he automatically lifts up his blanket to welcome him under. andrew encompasses [reader] in his arms and holds himself close to him while [reader] teases him, "do you need your little brother to help you sleep? poor andrew, it's okay. i'm here for you." and then, AND THEN AND THEN AND THEN

[reader] places a little kiss on his cheek. "there, there. all better, see?"

andrew is just like "wh-what the fuck? you can't just--" "why not? it's just a little kiss on the cheek. moms and dads give kisses on the cheek in movies." AAAUGH!!! love them love them love them. the cuddling turns into like a light makeout session, with [reader] and andrew kissing each other anywhere BUT the lips. just light pecks here and there, you know like brothers do.

time passes of them doing this and it evolves into rubbing against each other. at some point whenever andrew lets go and just fucking admits that he's a little incestuous freak (non-derogatory) he just starts humping [reader]. first while they're laying next to each other spooning but one point he gets on top of him and starts humping him like a dog, "ah- ugh- good boy... fuck..." "doesn't this feel better, andrew?" "yeah... it feels- uhg-- much much better now."

im absolute shit with dialogue but please see my vision, i beg of you. also thank you for bringing this to me. this was honestly so delicious

(no joke while writing this i was listening to an audio from reddit about a femboy little brother being used as a substitute for his big brother's girlfriend and OH MY GOODNESS)

embrace and indulge

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coff-in

[barelylivingscholar]

“Dr.Ratio with a student who has an attitude…”

Babes this is 900+ words... I've put out another one, AGAIN.

- So, you are a member of the Intelligentsia guild, studying under Dr. Ratio’s class. At first you were like, “I think he’ll embody the “🤓” emoji while at the same time insulting the fuck out of me until I get it right 🙄. You were not wrong… Dude basically walked up to class one day and decided that everyone was “uneducated” without even taking a single look at you guys… Yeah… And that was the day you decided, y’know what, this old man will not be the cause of my 13th reason… Not me… I paid for this and I’m getting out of here with my diploma, bitch 💅. - Days with the old man is literal hell. Like, he will NOT give you guys a break… I can imagine all the work you guys do with this old man and leaving you guys to figure it out so you guys get “educated” like be serious right now he is not PLAYING at all. Literally the worst but, he does make sense… Sometimes. Me thinks he is not bad, but just a really, really, strict teacher… Terror professor vibes… That’s what I’m getting. I mean, bro would insult you “lowkey” and would not gaf about your comebacks… At all… So, it’s lowkey pointless to argue back because dude will literally just say one word… And that’s it…   - The number of students dropping his class is INSANE. If you look to your side, you would only see either one or two people in the class meaning, the class is looking almost empty… If not for the toughest students like you guys… Congrats on not dropping out and still continuing to go through the old man’s class like… This is kind of a test for mentality and how long you guys would hold out… Me thinks, that you are definitely going to develop anger issues with this man… And some other mental illnesses you might catch during his lectures…

- If you manage to be one of the excelling students in his class that’s when he would start talking to you and you’re like… No way this old man suddenly decided he wanted to chat with me right now… Me thinks you’re going to be acting up the whole time… The conversations would start with stuff about the class and will end with how the lectures went for you. Oh boy… The way you DID NOT hold back on the feedback…You literally went off with your unresolved anger issues on him and the other mental illnesses you caught while under his guidance and bro just said “interesting.” All that for one word… Smh… - The next meeting went surprisingly… Smooth? Like the man suddenly decided he would be less insulting and more on… Lecturing…? What did this old man EAT??? You basically just sat there and side eyed him the whole time. Did the old man got possessed? That is what you were thinking halfway through the lecture until he called you out to answer his question so you had to snap out of it for a while sis… But alright, you’ll take it rather than the usual poorly disguised “constructive criticisms” you’d get every single damn time. You are very fortunate that you even got a score rather than the others that get 0’s or even negatives… Not saying you that smart but, you were just really good at what you’re doing me thinks… - There are only a few people that would catch the old man’s eye… So, consider yourself lucky to be “breathing” in the same air as him as he himself would say… Yeah, I think the urge of punching the old man and dropping out is at an all time high now… Or, if you’re too down bad for this man I think you would rather smooch him instead…? But idk man he’s kind of… Though I think you need to get therapy if you like getting berated or nagged by this old man all the time… He gives me Asian parents vibes… - Anyhow, time skip to the second semester and the class is FULL, yet again… You lowkey wished that it would be half empty again so fewer annoying people to deal with and fewer of the old man’s copies… I kid you not there are probably clones of him in the class… You can handle the old man but if my classmates were carbon copies of the old man, I would start throwing hands ngl… During the duration of the semester, you have seen… Students getting kicked out LITERALLY by the old man himself like, he just YEETED out a kid that wanted to bribe him for a slot in his class yikes… Or that one time some dude was caught slacking so he did the L thing to measure air idk??? And threw the guy like he was catapulted in angry birds... So many things happening in his class that you find yourself enjoying it now kind of??? Minus the usual hell that you would do every day though, that’s still insane and is not for the faint of heart… - So, TL;DR only sign up if you’re ready for to catch mental illnesses in his class… Tbh me thinks you get more negatives than benefits but it’s all good??? Somehow??? You get to flex that you graduated in HIS class??? And like now you’re desensitized, although you caught some mental illnesses on the side... But still, congrats?!?!  

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Speak of the devil

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem! reader(+ big sis Regina & Cady ft. The Plastics & Damian)

Warnings: coarse language, fluff

After a wrong move to stay home in Chicago for the remainder of the summer, the gang is on the road again. To the Big Apple.

Read other parts here!

“Excuse me? You said what? We’re going to New York City?”

“Yep.” Regina shrugs, “Quick, you wanna come with or not? Karen and Gretchen are already there so we might as well join them.”

“I mean, sure. But are you…alright?”

“I have to be, my sister’s crying, her girlfriend is about to commit a fucking crime because— whatever. Make sure she doesn’t leave the house until we’re all ready.”

“What is going on?”

“For one we’re stuck in a lease for another three months, and dear June found out the address and can’t stop sending us letters and shit to butter us up. I cannot stand her fucking boyfriend— he just does not seem like a good person and is always getting suspiciously close to y/n.”

“Screw that bitch.” Damian gasped, “Has she been here?”

“Once.” Regina huffed, zipping up her duffel bag, “We’re picking up Cady on our way.”

“Are we flying there? Because —”

“Could not get tickets so we are gonna drive.”

“Sis, that is twelve hours at least.” Damian narrows his eyes at her.

“We’re gonna make stops along the way and stretch our legs, look at stuff, shop, eat. Whatever.” Regina sighs, “I mean, I’m not gonna spend much on myself but if y/n wants anything, she’s getting it. After this trip, I gotta really work my ass off.”

“Reg, let’s just stay home. Why are we avoiding her, running away from our home? Who the fuck cares what she wants?”

“Honey, we have more than two months of summer left.” Regina sighs, “It’s a break. I don’t want us to be here worrying about whether or not she’ll be over here. Once school starts it’s a different thing, we’ll only be home for like half a day, everyday.”

“I don’t want you to keep spending money. On me.”

“We’re driving. Gretchen’s family has an apartment in the city, she’s agreed to let us stay there.” Regina explains, “Are you packed?”

“Yes, but—”

“Good. Janis?”

“Yeah.” Janis walks out from your room with a backpack slung over her shoulder. “All good, not gonna do anything stupid.”

“I’m ready.” Damian shrugged.

“Alright, let’s go, guys.” Regina urged.

You, Janis and Damian sat in the back of Regina’s Jeep, leaving the front passenger seat open for Cady. Once in the car, you immediately leaned onto Janis and nodded off, you simply couldn’t be bothered to care anymore.

“It’s ridiculous that you guys go no contact and only then she’s so desperate to be in contact. Where was that eagerness when you two were wanting her to do that? Actually be there for y’all?”

“She’s always been doing too little, way too late. Been like this for as long as I can remember.” Regina grumbled, “It was little little things at first, but then we grew up and realised how messed up the family was. Then it was…the divorce. Which was the single event that caused things to go to shit.”

“Well, she sucks. And I’m sorry. But I’m glad y’all have a nice little place of your own now. Though we’ve hit a little bump on the road.”

“Exactly. This will just be a bump on the road. We’re doing so much better now. Granted we have shit we need therapy for but still can’t afford, but we’re not in that environment anymore which helps— a lot.”

“Good, that is great. One step at a time. Also, if y’all ever need to, feel free to come over to mine and stay for however long you guys need to. Need help? I’m there.”

“Appreciate that.”

“Look, I can take care of myself. At her age, she’s been through way more than I’d like her to have. Not-so-good things…I hate that. Maybe that’s why I’m so protective of her, making sure she gets the best possible care and things she wants. I know the family has money, but they neglected her. She was rarely ever listened to, she was too nice. She never pushed back. They made her terrified of them over time.”

Damian nods solemnly, “Janis? You good?”

“Yes.” Janis says, “Didn’t get much sleep last night so I’m tired but good. Angry, obviously but there’s no point in that.”

The drive was relatively quiet until Regina stopped to let all of you get out and walk around. You bought some M&Ms and an iced tea since you were feeling a little peckish. You didn’t talk to any of them, though. Not that they minded or bothered you about it, so that was good. Ten and a half hours to go.

“Anybody else need to pee before we get back on the road?”

“Nope.” You all answered in sync.

“Okay, back in the car.” Regina declared.

You shared your snack with them, not feeling like finishing the whole bag of the chocolates. They appreciated it, but could tell something was off. You were still in a bad mood. Now in between Janis and Damian unlike before this ‘pee break’, you could definitely feel him watching you. “Stop staring at me, will you? I’m fine.”

“Sorry, just worried.” He apologizes.

You bit back a sigh and chose to cling onto Janis instead of just properly staying seated in the middle of the both of them. Janis puts her arm around you then grabbed a few pieces of chocolate from you. “Still nauseous?”

You took a peek at Janis and said, “No.”

You didn’t even tell her, but you guessed she must’ve remembered from previous instances. Whatever it was, you were soon out like a light again, leaving Janis to hold onto and finish the chocolates since you didn’t want them anymore.

“Hey, where’s my phone?” Janis asks to no one in particular.

“Here.” Regina said, “In the cup holder.” Damian reached forward to help her retrieve it since she was holding onto you. “Thanks.”

He just smiled at her a little, then went back to reading on his phone. Janis checked her phone for messages— which she did get a couple of, from her Dad. Replied to them, then put her phone into her pocket before falling asleep herself.

“I’ll drive after the next stop.” She heard Damian offer before succumbing to sleep.

————

The five of you stopped at a random fast food place for dinner that evening, you were in a better mood and you had the nap to thank for it. It made you less cranky and forget whatever the hell it was that pissed you off.

“Almost halfway there, you guys.” Cady mentioned, sipping on her drink, “I’ll drive for the next four hours.”

Regina nods, “Then it’s back to me. Though we will arrive in the city at like one-thirty in the morning so that’s a lil…”

“What part of the city are we going to?” Damian asks.

“Chelsea.”

“We knew Gretchen’s family had money, but damn?”

“Well, people surprise you.” Regina shrugged.

“Oh, they absolutely do. Including you.” Damian stifles a laugh.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, I’m just saying— I get it now, your attitude that we hated so much. Has a very valid reason for being there. But also, more importantly, the fact that you and Janis are on good terms.”

“Good’s a stretch.”

“Don’t lie. Y’all spent two weeks on vacation in Hawai’i and neither of y’all burst into flames.”

Regina’s laugh came out as more of a scoff, “What I did, was the dumbest fucking thing ever. But then that had to stop, whether or not their relationship came into the picture. But y/n was even more of a reason for me to get my shit together. It’s been just me and her for a long time now, well— it feels like a long time. And she has a chance to be happy, to be loved the way she is now. So, I, as the big sister am not going to let some middle school beef ruin that for her. But, I’ll have to say, seeing Cady walk in on them was hilarious.”

“Oh, stop that.” Cady sighs dramatically, “That was— why’d you have to bring that up again?”

Regina grins, “We’re not any better, baby. If either of them walk in on us, the neighbourhood will hear it.”

Damian cackled, “Moving on.”

“Wow, these two sleep a lot.”

“As long as they’re fine, who cares what they do.” Regina chimed in.

“Was she really going hunt down—”

“Oh, no doubt about. Janis is more than capable of committing such a crime.” Regina replies as though it was the most normal thing ever. “But she definitely didn’t want to actually do anything because y’know, y/n. Which is good, because going to jail for that woman is not worth it.”

As expected, they arrived in New York City right after 1:30 in the morning. But with you and Janis being the most well-rested among the group, meant chaos. “I knew I should’ve woke you two up.” Regina grumbled.

“Oh, we’re way too late for that now.” Damian snickered.

“Hi, G! Come on in.” Gretchen answered the door in seconds, ushering you all inside, “Hey, guys.”

You were stunned by the size of the townhouse the second you stepped inside. If you weren’t wide awake, you would’ve gotten lightheaded. “Me and Karen are in the bedroom straight ahead over there. There’s three bedrooms left, however you guys split them is up to you. Fridge and pantry? Fully stocked. So are the bathrooms. Make yourselves at home, do whatever you want— just don’t burn down this place.” Gretchen explained.

“Thanks for doing this, Gretchen.”

“Of course! Happy to help and have you guys around.” Gretchen smiled, “It’s getting late and I’m pretty sure you guys drove like so many hours to get here. So, go get some sleep, okay? Good night!”

“Thanks, Gretch. Night.” Damian spoke up.

“Okay. Let’s get settled in.” Regina declared, “Let’s go choose our room, Cads.”

“Lucky me, I get a room all to myself.” Damian jokes.

“G’night, dude.” Janis chuckles, walking past him with you to go to the room opposite of his. You stood beside Janis as she shut the door behind you and herself. “So…this is kinda crazy.” You sigh.

“I know, a fucking townhouse? This place is gorgeous.” Janis says, brows raised slightly in disbelief as she nudged you to sit down.

“Can I say something?” You looked at her, hand on her knee.

“Yeah.”

“I’m worried about Regina overworking herself just to make trips like these happen.”

“I get it, but don’t, please. We were talking just the other day and she has like 4 thousand dollars in savings. I have about 2 thousand, we both have a job, you don’t have to worry.”

You nod, “I guess I just feel a little like I’m freeloading.”

“Honey, I get it but we’ve all talked about this, she’s okay if you want to get a summer job or a part-time job to earn some extra cash, but we don’t want you to do it because you feel bad.”

“I know, but sometimes I just get these moments, y’know?” You admitted, sliding down onto the mattress stomach first, “Shit these sheets are amazing.”

“Silk.” Janis felt them, “Impressed.” Her palm rubs your back soothingly, “Are you tired or just, laying down?”

“Just chilling. I slept like, five…six hours on our way here. That’s almost as much as the rest I get every night.” You hummed.

“Mm, yeah. You hungry? She did say we could do anything we want.”

“I could use a drink.” You shrug. Janis smirked. “Not alcohol.” You warned.

“Have you never been tempted to try it?” She asked, genuinely curious.

“Yes, but it’s late. And I don’t want to puke because I don’t know how much I can actually take. And after dealing with you being drunk, I don’t think I’d be confident that you won’t wake up the rest of them. You’re an emotional drunk.” You teased.

“Emotional? I’m not that emotional.” Janis’ face flushed slightly.

“Yes, you are. You literally cried over a teddy bear you chose to donate ten years ago.”

“Ah.” Janis seethed, “Ya caught me.”

You and Janis eventually made your ways back outside and to the kitchen and opened up the fridge. Janis grabs a ginger ale, you grabbed a bottle of sparkling water. “Ooh, bay window.” You noticed, “Let’s sit there.”

Janis happily trailed after you, sipping on her drink. Once you sat down, she followed suit. “Jan? Where are you planning on going to college?”

“Hm.” Janis hums, “I was thinking about community college, costs less, so I don’t have to rely on my Dad or work my ass off to pay for tuition. Unless, I get a scholarship elsewhere…then I might consider it if it’s my ‘dream school’.”

“NYU?”

“Yeah, you remember that?”

“I do.” You chuckled, tapping your fingers on the drink bottle.

“Have you thought about where you wanna go for college or what you want to pursue?”

You laughed humorlessly, “Nope. Which is bad, but as much as a cliché whatever I’m about to say is…I just know I feel at home here in this city. I hope I can be here, for college, maybe work here too and live here after but I also know how expensive it is. So my dream will just stay a dream. It’s so silly because I last came here with Regina and our parents when I was like 11 and I just fell in love with it.”

“Hey, the heart wants what it wants, honey. Can’t help it all the time.” Janis tilted her head as she spoke.

“You know the last time we travelled as a family? It was to Orlando, went to Disney World. I was 13, Regina was 15. They spent like one hour with us and then they just disappoint. They’d left me under Regina’s care with no warning.”

“Okay, that is so messed up.” Janis scoffs.

You nodded and continued, “We had fun, but it just sucked because they didn’t keep their promise. Seriously, from that day on...my respect for them went away. They didn't explain, they didn't apologize, they didn't give us a heads up. They left us there, assuming Regina and myself knew how to get around, go back to the hotel. Which we did— but, I was so pissed off at them and they could not get why."

"I think...we should go somewhere for a trip when you graduate high school." Janis says, pulling you closer. "But definitely, ignore your Mom. She's not helping with anything— she's been pestering you, if not making plans then canceling on you. She needs to make up her mind and get her shit together. Your sister's not supposed to be your mother, though she's doing a way better job than June."

"I guess I'm holding onto some hope that she actually wants to spend time with me again, but I'm definitely letting that go now. It's hurting me more than it hurts her."

"I'm right behind you on that, y/n. We got your back, we'll be great." "We are doing great, aren't we?"

————

“Any other plans for the trip?” Gretchen asks, looking at you first then everyone else in the group gathered around the table.

“We’ve pretty much did everything touristy, if you will.” Regina shrugs, “Don’t really have a fixed itinerary after two weeks here, honestly.”

“We have kind of seen everything that is a must-see, I hope.” Cady chimed in.

“Reg, can I ask when you’re planning to head back to —”

“Next week, most likely.” Regina smiled at you. Janis narrows her eyes at the blonde, suspicious of the random appearance of a smile. Especially in a setting like this one, in front of everyone.

After a long day of walking around the city, the gang’s decided to get some Chinese takeout and just eat at home, away from the hustle and bustle of the city for a bit.

“Mom keeps texting me. I blocked her but she changed her number, and texted me with the new one.”

“That is so annoying, what’s not to get?” Gretchen exclaimed. “I’m sorry about that.”

“Speak of the devil.” You scoffed when your phone screen lit up. You were going to ignore it when something compelled you to pick your phone up.

“When did that happen?”

“Like, just now.” You groaned, “What— fuck, she’s in New York. She’s coming here— she wants to come here.”

“She doesn’t know where here is, don’t click into the text.” Gretchen urged.

“Does she have any of y’all’s locations?” Damian reminded.

“No, I took myself and y/n off of her Life360 ages ago.” Regina confirmed.

“Then we’re good! Just put your phone aside and finish dinner in peace—”

The landline rings.

“I swear to fucking God if it is who it is, I will take her out myself.” Regina seethed. Damian waltzed over and picked up the receiver.

“Hello? Is this—”

Damian slammed the piece of plastic down. “Holy flying fuck because that is your m—”

Regina quickly stopped him, “Shush.”

“How did she get the fucking number for the landline?!” Janis whisper-yelled, “Is she some sort of crazy psychic?”

“Crazy. Just crazy.” Regina drops her fork, sighing, “y/n, your phone, please?”

You surrendered the device to her. She tapped away and held it to her ear, “You wanna talk? Let’s talk, right now.” After telling June the address, Regina hangs up first.

Dinner was finished in a hurry, and half of you all couldn’t even actually finish eating.

“Guys so what has she been doing that’s like—” Karen started, Gretchen tries to stop her but it was too late.

“Oh lot of things, most memorable ones would be ditching us at Disney World and going drinking. I was 15, y/n was 13. They were lucky we were paying attention and knew our way around.” Regina explained, “But most recently, y/n was sick with a stomach bug. She was so scared and got to the point where she was so uncomfortable and crying for our mom. She left us on read, then her phone was off. The next morning she mysteriously shows up at home but I had enough of her shit— she’d been away from home for a year at that point, leaving y/n under my care.”

“Oh, no.” Karen answered, eyes wide, “That is so terrible.”

“I don’t know what kind of shit she’ll continue to pull so if she winds up contacting any one of y’all, now you know to ignore her. Her very creepy boyfriend needs to be dumped before she can even try to reconcile anything.”

The gang looked at her, expecting her to elaborate on ‘creepy’. You wanted to hide you face in a hole in the ground. But you didn’t want to make things more weird by running away from the table, so you painfully decided to stay anyhow. Janis’ hand squeeze your thigh comfortingly.

“Creepy as in stare at our boobs too long, putting his arm around us and trying to squeeze our sides, trying to kiss us on the cheek even after we said no after the first time he did that.” Regina deadpanned. She then turned to face you completely, “Baby, you wanna go to your room while we settle that shit?”

“That’d be great.” You agreed, taking Janis’ hand and leaving. You avoided eye contact with everyone, even Regina.

You instantly went for the bed while Janis shut the door— French doors, damn.

“I just want this to be over.” You complained.

“Trust me, it will be after today.” Janis promised you. “We’ll be right out there, you just stay in here. I’ll stay in here until she gets here.”

Exhausted from the thought of chaos that was your mother, you sighed loudly. “If you need me call for me. I actually have a lot I wanna yell at her about.”

“Oh, you can count on that. Feel free to interject wherever feels right.” Janis patted your knee.

“But hey, being in New York’s been great, apart from getting cussed out one time the other day for walking on the left instead of the right.”

“Live and let live. We didn’t mean it, sometimes our brains just…glitch. The city can be pretty overstimulating.” Janis shrugs.

You hummed in agreement, “You wanna go back to that bagel place tomorrow morning?”

“Oh, yes.” Janis gasped, “Those were so fucking delicious. The guy working there was funny.”

You chortled at the memory, “He told us, ‘Take your time’, but when those people passing by left because the queue was too long he totally threw shade.”

Janis laughs, “You get what you give, eh?”

Gretchen opened the door and poked her head in, “She’s on her way up.”

“Okay. Honey, relax. Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours.” She got up, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. Gretchen went back out with Janis while you hung around the room.

“Oh, great! He’s here too, very good. Let me just say this one time. Stop being so touchy! We don’t like it, we don’t like him. I don’t like that you’re so touchy with my baby sister. I don’t like that you stare at our chests like we’re some kind of object. So, if you think that kind of behaviour is an acceptable one for a partner and a supposed father-figure for your children, we’re continuing our no-contact. And you, you can’t just show up back at home after such a long time and expect all to be forgiven. You haven’t done anything that shows me you’re here to stay, that you actually care. So the next time you try to contact us and want us to readily agree to meet you. Don’t cancel on her, don’t cancel on me. Prove yourself. Earn our trust. Believe us when we tell you that you want to distance ourselves, why we want to distance ourselves. You cannot just fucking claw your way back into our lives as if you haven’t done anything wrong. Because you have, starting from Disney World when you ditched us! Actually while we’re back in this city, you remember what happened when y/n was 11? You left me to look after her again during that broadway show. You went out not even halfway through the show, disrupting people around you, upsetting her. Upsetting me, time after time after time. Always— zero explanation, Mom. I don’t even think I should be calling you that considering I’ve been playing Mom for god knows how long.”

“She’s done so much more for me than you have.” You ran outside, unable to control your anger, “You pay us some money for bills, so? You have the luxury of time to spend time with us but you choose to avoid your responsibilities. Your obligation as a mother to care for us. She has been working her ass off, keeping her grades up while making time for me! Mom, how could you?”

“Okay.” June nodded, “I hear you, I’m sorry. I will not contact any of you until I get my life together. But Carmelo is not a b—”

“Stop.” Regina stepped between you and June. “Leave, we already said what we needed to say. If you still don’t see the problem with him, just fuck off. Don’t even bother trying to two-face us. Ever since you two started dating, we don’t even exist anymore in your life. If you still think he’s a good person, I have nothing to say. I see how he treats you! Like a toy for his pleasure.”

“We’re engaged.” Carmelo declared. You left the space before you heard more of the yelling, feeling your heart slamming in your chest and your breathing going heavy. Damian noticed first, and while Janis was basically cursing her and Carmelo out for every single one of their wrongdoings, she gets stopped by Damian. He nudges her to go check on you.

————

Janis opened the door to see you trying so hard to swallow your tears. You didn’t want to be crying over these two people. They didn’t have your well-being in mind. At all. You promised yourself that you wouldn’t cry, but your emotions still got the best of you. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” Janis instantly pulled you into a tight hug, rubbing your back, “It’s okay, honey. I’m so proud of you.”

Maybe your body needed this release. So you just let it happened anyway, albeit feeling quite embarrassed for sobbing into her shirt like this. Over people that hurt you, over people who didn’t deserve your tears.

After calming down, you were done. Done with crying. Done with crying over your mother and Carmelo. Her apology was so ‘I had to say it so I did’, so hesitant. So insincere.

Regina came into the room next, though she didn’t knock so you got startled and went into even deeper of a panic. “Shit, I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to open the door so quickly.” Regina apologised, crouching down then eventually sitting on the floor.

“Are they gone?”

“Yep.” Regina assured, “Won’t be seeing her again unless she gets her act together.”

You sniffled, sighing as you broke away from the hug. “Okay, I’m don’t crying over all of that. Let’s go out.”

“Go out?” Janis and Regina asked the same thing in different tones.

“It’s seven o’clock.”

“That’s early! And there’s plenty of things to do. This is the city that never sleeps.” You looked at them excitedly, “Please, Reg?”

Regina looked at you and pondered, “Alright, fine. Let’s all go out.”

A few knocks on the open bedroom door caught all of your attentions. “My mom’s here, she got all tickets to see Illinoise.”

“When?” Janis asks, intrigued.

“Tonight, you guys wanna come?” She asks.

“Yes!” You exclaimed, “I’ve always wanted to watch that show.”

“Looks like we’re going.” Regina says, “Let’s get ready and going, quick. We have less than an hour to showtime.”

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[queerbrainrot]

watching The Merciless p5/5

The tie fixing, most homoerotic thing known to man.

Fellas is it gay to take a homie to a strip club only to sit with him and drink

Jaeho protecting his man saying „you picked the wrong dick” i have tears in my eyes

… why the elevator stop is this a jealous fuck in the elevator trope

NOT THE MANNANDLING AND PUSHING HIM UP ON THE ELEVATOR WALL. NOT THE HANDS HOLDING TO THE WALL. hyunsoo (and i) just discovered a kink. Now let me rewatch this scene 5 more times as i watch Jaeho put his hand on Hyunsoo’s neck to keep him steady and maneouver his hands. as he pats him down ofc.

OH JAEHO KNEW BEFORE THE CONFESSION?? also bleh the SA threats from the other one

NO DID HE ORCHESTRATE THE MOMS DEATH?! I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU

who kidnaps the poor hyunsoo, hasnt he been through enough

Chief you’re one big scumbag. ACAB all the way

Playing with fireworks what can go wrong, im sure no one burns their face off

Honestly chief Cheon this is karma for the fuckery you’ve caused

Jaeho has harder time with shooting Hyunsoo than Hyunsoo had with getting shot.

I dont even have the words for the emotional toll these last 30 minutes have on me

Hyunsoo needs so much therapy from Jaeho alone, but also from his coworkers to be fair

Damn this entire movie feels like set up for Hyunsoo to become the most fucked up villain imaginable

BRUH JAEHO GOT TAKEN OUT BY A FUXKING CAR????? Aint that poetic justice but also the way my ship has sunk— 

NOT HYUNSOO SHOOTING THE CHIEF—  i mean its deserved but its almost comical

In short:

Amazing cinematography. I cried. I laughed. I giggled and kicked my feet into the air. 10/10. Homoerotic goodness. Sol Kyung Go and Yim Si Wan did fantastic job of acting in this, in every single scene.

@chaos0pikachu I feel emotionally punched down, spat on, chewed out but in a good way. Thank you for posting about this gem of a movie.

[chnt-confessions]

i think i'm the only person in the entire fandom that has any genuine empathy for elijah, and i'm stuck thinking there's something deeply wrong with me for that. i feel like quite a lot of people split black on him (and joshua) and then split white on jedidiah, and sydney. the ONLY two options are to dehumanize or objectify him. no hate to jedidiah-likers, but jedidiah is not a victim. he doesn't act entirely the way he does because of trauma, he acts that way because he implicitly looks down on sydney. what kind of man jeopardizes the entire world for a man that he let gravely sick in the first place, only to gaslight and neglect him?? all this because of mommy and daddy issues that, like, 70% of the population has?? i had to headcanon extra issues and trauma for him to just to keep myself sane. i don't mean to invalidate his trauma, but he has lived such a privileged life and can easily go to therapy and yet. i'm sorry but it's bojack-horseman levels of "how tf do you expect me to feel bad for you? lmao." like, i need him to get better because people will likely die if he gets any worse, but other than i couldn't care less about this guy. i'm way more sympathetic to sydney because he's trying his best but he seems to have an empathy deficiency of some kind (it's not his fault but it is painfully obvious sometimes and i wish i could fix him but i have to fix myself first because i also deal with this); i also relate to the "feeling unlovable" aspect of things.

we have only seen elijah at his worst. the elephant man is elijah "mental breakdown, 2 years and counting psychotic episode" core; did everyone just assume he was born like that? and if he was, that would also make me sad tbh. he had a similar upbringing to jedidiah and yet he does not show it at all and i'm wondering what tf was different. he also generally sucks at being a villain sometimes (i.e. telling sydney his weakness, letting sydney go back to jedidiah, reacting way better than most people would when sydney told him that he couldn't get the journals). when jedidiah says "sydney, you're always fine." vs when elijah says it; jedidiah said it to gaslight sydney and because he feels bitter about the fact he's working so hard to keep sydney alive and can't use it to manipulate him (i'm joking but i'm also not joking), while elijah was just being a little acolyte and also he's symbolically the earth, so when he says the earth will catch him when he falls, he is fr. idk what snapped in him with the murder-suicide thing but considering that he is the earth, and unfortunately due to sydney's weird little mind and jedidiah's horribleness, the earth is, like, post-apocalyptic now so it probably has something to do with that (idk why he switched from stabbing to burning alive; probably cuz of the theatrics/j). anyway, he does suck and he needs to go back to russia and never come back for everyone's good, but i really do think he would be better than jedidiah could ever be (yes, even with therapy; i'm literally speaking facts/hj) if "everyday [wasn't] a living fucking nightmare." and i'm constantly like "._." whenever i remember that jedidiah is the reason "everyday is a living fucking nightmare." also i really wanna see someone do elijah/the elephant man analysis/interpretation that doesn't reek of disgust and hatred (or lust; do whatever you want, but i'm judging you rn), just for variety tbh. here is his official playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/389N5sUULTXFC63I3CSn7c?si=756dacaa18cd491c some of the songs in here are, like, "???" and i want to see someone's else's take on them (even elijah haters tbh) sorry for the essay, that's all i wanted to say :)

also im so happy that i can say this anonymously, thank you chnt-confessions for doing god's work, i love you platonically <3

(ABOUT THE LAST PART) no need to apologize and I'm really glad to make you happy!!

[gender-euphowrya]

huge dev update my grandma is gonna see a psychologist

[magpiemoon6]

Extraction point

Simon Riley x Y/N

Sad fluff !!!

Warnings: PTSD, depression, mental health issues

( I'm sorry if there is any writing mistakes I'll fix them tomorrow)

Reminder people, you are loved and deserve happiness always <3

A thousand tones feel like it’s on my chest, I cannot breathe. Like the world has chosen this exact moment to swallow me up in my pain and stress. My mind betrays me and falls in its own trap of self-doubt. I’m so far behind where I’m meant to be and the guilt of not living up to my own expectations for my inner child is eating me up. And in this moment every single mistake or failure seems to pile up in my head. I’m drowning even though I’m on land.

But he seems to be a light in my darkness, I need Simon, and before the guilt stops me, I reach for my phone under the pile of covers and duvets. Searching through the stuffy warmth till my hand claps the cold object. Pulling it to my chest, my eyes are swollen from crying and my nose is entirely blocked from my crying till my vision goes blurry.

I search for his name in my phone, I just want to hear his phone, the warmth of his voice is like a drug and the euphoria should shield me from my pit.

Si <3

“Hey, are you free a second? If not no worries x”

I feel so wrong for relying on him, but I promised Simon, that if it gets bad, we won’t shut each other out not again. That we can be each other’s extraction point.

Buzzing snaps me out of my brain unravelling in my hands. He’s calling and my heart drops because if he hears I’ve been crying he will come running and I can’t do that to him. Clearing my throat, I click to answer.

“Hello lovie” Simon says, and it feels like the flood gates are getting harder to hold shut, I just want him here and I’m so fucking selfish for that.

“Hey baby, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have texted you” I respond, I don’t want him to panic so I’m praying that my voice sounds calm, and my breathing is even enough he won’t realise.

“What happened? Tell me please y/n? I’m here” I can hear the anxiousness in his voice creep in, shit he knows and when he says that everything in me that was protecting him from my pain breaks from his kindness.

I’m crying again silent tears and my breathing stops trying helplessly to hold it in.

“I’m fine, I’m fine Simon, it’s stupid I’m sorry for disturbing you. I’m a big girl I just needed to hear your voice,” my voice is breaking as I say it, my grip on my phone is too tight. I need to let go. But I cant.

“Y/n?” the softness in his tone is so different from his voice yet hearing him say my name gives me more comfort than the dozens of duvets on top of me.

“Yes Simon?” I need to get control of my sadness, it kills me knowing he has to hear me like this.

“It’s going to be okay love” and that makes me sob harder, holding the phone away from myself so he is saved from my pain.

“Okay, thank you. Bye Si” and that’s all I can say because if I say anything else it will involve me pathetically asking him over and he deserves better than the mess I am in this moment.

So now I’m sat here in my cold dark room alone. Submerged in my pain. I’m so tired of this, I want to be better, to get better and no more need for meds and therapy and other people to hold me together. I feel pathetic as if I’m dragging on everyone’s life. I want to live without all my sadness.

I’m too sucked into my own depression to hear the door of my flat opening and shutting. Too distracted to recognize the footsteps moving towards my room.

Simon opens the door, and I don’t know how to cope with my emotions. My heart practically burst knowing he came over, giving me some hope that maybe I am worthy of his love. But then he has to see my darkness, the hypocrite I am knowing I’ve seen him where I am and gave him all my love I possibly could.

“Hey love,” he’s quiet even for him, moving through the room like he is terrified he may break something or me.

“You didn’t have too” the guilt stays heavy on my shoulders.

Knowing he is staring at me, someone who is normally so full of light now covered in darkness that fills the room and holds it down. He begins to move onto the bed gently, moving himself silently under the covers with me. My heart hurts. Loving him gives me air in my lungs, everything about him gives me hope and love. I could stare at him for a thousand years and still not get enough.

“Y/n, I love you, okay? I will be here if I’m dead or alive, a million miles away or next door.” Pulling me into his chest, the heat of his body makes the blankets feel cold.

I cant stop crying even if I wanted too, pushing my face into his chest and curling into him, I let him hold me and begin to pull away all the darkness that doesn’t seem to drown me as much now. I feel him large hand begin to gently stroke my hair, moving through it as he soothes soul with his love.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble into his chest, this makes his hand stop its rhythmic pattern of brushing through my hair. Tilting my head to his eyes.

He stares back and I fall in love all over again, those honey eyes are only filled with compassion and understanding. Before him my loneliness was my company, and everything was always so violent. But with him now I’m learning to live without violence and less loneliness.

“What’s our promise?” he asks me, still holding me tightly letting my pain wash away his love flooding me and bring me back to the now.

“That we will always be each other’s extraction point,” the quote we made up before we even started dating. The quote that we held onto before we knew our love wasn’t one sided.

“Exactly,” he says and goes back to stroking my hair and listening to my hiccupping breathing, never judging just existing with me.

“Thank you, I love you” and I mean it, the same way I know he does too. Our darkness still haunts us both, but we have learnt to comfort each other and hold out the light when we need it.

“I love you too”.

[chronicowboy]

love you in my sleep | 4.2k

Eddie likes to think he's pretty good at bottling things up—he's not great at keeping them bottled up but—maybe it'd be more accurate to specify champagne bottles, specifically the type sprayed around on Formula One podiums. Or, well, soda canning things up might be the better term because, God, is he good at shaking those bad boys up until they explode. But going by the last explosion, Eddie thinks he has about two more years before his feelings for Buck come bursting out of him like champagne foam; light and fizzy and drenching.

Except he's in therapy now, and Frank had gently but stubbornly picked away at his brain until he'd unearthed two things: one that Eddie had been repressing longer than the trauma of war, and one that Eddie had been repressing like it was as apocalyptic as war.

Which is why he finds himself leaning against the corner of the hallway wall, chest still heaving with the lingering snap of a lightning bolt in his head, watching Buck sleep. It should take him back, maybe, to a week where everyone in their little family spent their time just watching Buck sleep. It might have under other circumstances—like if he'd ever managed to make himself look at Buck for more than a vanishing second of time. But now, the rise and fall of Buck's chest, the strong and harsh wheeze of his snores, the expressiveness of his face as his nose twitches—he's just asleep, he's alive, and Eddie loves him more than he can ever understand.

At least, he thinks as he takes a step toward the couch, this explosion won't be quite so catastrophic.

At most, that terrible and cruel voice that always has and probably always will sound a little like his parents says, you'll blow up this beautiful life you've built for you and your son.

It's too late for Eddie to stop it now though, body moving without his brain's input—his heart confident and in control as he kneels down at Buck's couch-side.

It's not an orbit Buck has that pulls him in, it's something more deeply unknowable to Eddie than that. It's no red string of fate reeling him in, no intervening hand from the universe pushing him forward, no fate that has them colliding like this over and over again. It's all them. It's Eddie and Buck and what Eddie hopes is their mutual desire to weave their ribs together until they're just one beating heart with room enough for Christopher. It's how itchy Eddie feels in his own skin sometimes and the way it had taken him almost five years to understand it's because he'd wanted to crawl into Buck's. It's the way Buck gets jittery and fidgety and scratches at his arms like he'd rather be in Eddie's skin too.

There's no divine intervention in what Eddie's about to do. It's all his choice—need and want and love.

Eddie reaches for Buck's face, faltering at the last moment so that his hand lands on Buck's shoulder instead. And, fuck, just the feel of him, warm like a furnace and so goddamn alive, even through a t-shirt makes Eddie want to burn up like Icarus.

"Buck," he whispers into the stillness of the night, shaking his shoulder lightly. Buck's brow furrows in his sleep, and his snores cease for an unintelligible grumbling that makes Eddie smile fondly to himself. "Buck, wake up."

Eddie remembers, a few weeks ago, Christopher laughing at a tiktok of a woman startling awake in her bed captioned why does every parent wake up like this before he'd promptly shoved it in Eddie's face and told him 'it's you!'. Now Buck's eyes snap open, already scanning the living room like he's looking for danger until they settle on Eddie—blue as a sky before a storm, and Eddie's calm in the eye of a hurricane—and he's Christopher's other dad.

(Part of him wonders if Christopher might have sent that video to Buck.)

"Eddie, hey," Buck rasps, gravelly voice panicked and rushed enough to have Eddie straining to make the words out. "What's wrong? Is Chris— Are you—"

"We're fine, Buck," Eddie soothes, squeezing his shoulder just to let Buck's warmth sink deeper into the bones of his hand. "Everything's fine, sorry."

"No, that's..." Buck sighs, eyes fluttering shut as he slumps back against the couch with a hand over his heart. "Fuck."

"Sorry," Eddie says again, biting his lip when Buck cracks a bleary eye open to glare at him. "I just..." And Eddie has imagined this moment what has to be a billion times since a gunshot wound and Lichtenberg scars and a bloody, broken heart in a cemetery, but he's never imagined it like this. Dark, quiet, morning breath fuzzy on their tongues, Eddie on his knees, Buck yawning into his fist, Christopher asleep just down the hall. But it feels perfect, feels like them. "I love you," he breathes, and it's instant the way the weight of the world slips off his shoulders like Sisyphus had finally managed to get the boulder up and over the mountain.

@danielsousa @binickmiller @diazass @shitouttabuck @butchdiaz @buddstiel @organizedstardust @theoneandonlypigeon @anatargmova @alyxmastershipper @buckley-diaz-rules @blazeturbo102 @panbuckley @slowlyfoggydestiny @thatnamewill-probably-change @compactdiscmp3 @batgrldes @scattered-winter @prince-buck-diaz @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy

[shortkingvi]

The discourse over there is some vi fans feel Vi's trauma is overlooked or not given enough focus, it got worse when her recent league voicelines have her say outloud what she's been thinking these past 2 acts, you should hear them by the way the caitlyn ones are hilarious

https://youtu.be/TkRfUaVnSOk?si=48C4a567rjpgLMSu

oh i heard the voicelines! very funny and very much not meant to be taken too seriously i believe

but like also re: vi’s trauma not getting a lot of focus. yes… because she is not giving her trauma a lot of focus. the flashes of things in the fight pit montage is probably an accurate depiction of how she’s coping with everything and i don’t imagine that people will get some huge catharsis by the end of the show either

i can imagine maybe some things get hashed out between her and caitlyn and possibly jinx, but if you are watching this show expecting vi to like… go to therapy, i believe you may be watching the wrong show because this has always been about messy people feeling big emotions that explain why they do things, and that can - and probably will - end on an ellipses rather than a period

[loser-female]

Certain people should lose their licence. This is a nurse.

Sis I hate to break it to you but.

1. Stimulants don't work for everyone.

2. Differential diagnosis is important because ADHD comes with baggage. And if the baggage is addiction or even worse, a neurological disorder or cardiac issue you didn't know about because you were too lazy to do any further investigation you're going to cause damage.

3. You need to understand the baggage in order to properly address a therapy. Throwing pills at people without a full understanding of their situation is wrong.

Please, stay away from professionals like these, that aren't willing to spend time and effort to find out what's exactly going wrong and why. My diagnosis is 20 pages long and contains also the tests I did for other illnesses that mimic ADHD symptoms or have some of them in common, the complicated relationship with my depression, anxiety disorder and trauma with said ADHD, and a detailed description of my problems. My behaviour is detailed from the age of like, three thanks to the interview with my parents. It took hours.

Was it annoying? Sure as hell, but differential diagnosis is not "jumping through the hoops", it's doing your fucking job.

[All of this for 60€ of copay.]