#take a look at childrens. bc thats what i come in to EVERY. DAY. and im the only one to do it and the only one who will not complain ab it.

[bunnyb34r]

So we all walk into work and BratBoy is there and he calls all the floor people for a meeting

Well apparently like everything else NewLady didnt think that applied to HER and didnt show up

Anyway he was just giving out our tasks for the day which the team leads usually do individually when we go get our equipment but whatever dude

So he's like okay Mar you're gonna help [relative coworker] count the pallets in the steel which okay fine cool whatever

And NetflixCoworker you're gonna work grocery (of fucking course)

So the three of us go "well is NewLady here?"

Yes.

"Then what's HER job?"

Well uh we're gonna have her count the merchandise under the tables :)

And all three of us went "SHE CANT" which made him confused and we were bitching ab how all she does is refold ONE TABLE a day and just does not think she has to work anywhere else but womens and only counts the boxes there ect

And I was like "and no one touches childrens so I do that but when I get the WHOLE section done. I get more done in 4 hours than she does in 8. And womens has maybe 6 items on each table, right? I. Have. Thirty. But yet she's allowed to get away with doing ONE TABLE all day? And not helping out?"

And he was like 😧 "that's the most you've said to me in the year that I've been here" agdhhdhd like well yeah I dont like you that's why

Anyway he was like okay okay well ill talk to her and we were like BUT SHE DOESNT LISTEN THATS THE PROBLEM!

And this fucker went "why are you all yelling at me? 😥"

To which one of the few people who were still around the tables went "oh trust me that's not NetflixCoworker yelling. You'd KNOW if she was yelling"

And [RC] was like "I'm not yelling I'm telling you why we're mad" and I said "trust me this isnt me yelling." To which RC was like yeah no trust me that's not her yelling sgdggdgdgd like shes pissed but shes not PISSED bc when I get really mad I get really loud

Anyways guess how long it took NewLady to start counting? 90 minutes. We had BratBoy talk to her, NetflixCoworker yelled at her, had BratBoy tell her AGAIN, and passive aggressively bitched ab her and FINALLY this bitch starts

Like you can recover when we open motherfucker we cannot COUNT like this when we are open let's GO

[kiwiikato]

Ken sato brainrot is real and im here for that, i saw that request are open, and i want to make one if thats okay? Bassically hcs o of kenji with a high school friend reader that is a very shy/meek person, they where inseparable as kids and kenji was always very protective of reader, even in their high school years when reader started dating a very cuestionable guy that ended up being a cheater with her toxic ex best friend(that send her a lot of hatefull texts and calls with threats and slut shaming comments bc she wanted to date her boyfriend), due this reader moved on to japan when she and kenji where teenagers and they keep contact by texts and zoom calls.

When kenji comes to japan is determinate to make reader officially his girl, it can include headcanons of them as a couple!

If this is to much you are free to not do this request! I dont wanna bother you

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this is my first time doing a headcannon ever so i hope you like this! <3 it was honestly really fun writing! thank you for waiting! sorry if it’s not what you expect but i hope you still enjoy >:3

kenji sato headcannons!

kenji who was excited to find out that you lived in japan when he moved back

kenji who couldn’t help but want to protect you the same way he did before you left the states

kenji who watches you keep to yourself, scared of attachments

kenji who feels bad for you, knowing the hate you experienced for trusting someone

kenji who invites you to watch movies with him just to be closer with you

kenji who goes along with you wanting to go to the park to be more childlike

kenji who ends up growing a plush collection cause of your gifts

kenji who finally admits to himself that he wants to love you after seeing the way you smile at him

kenji who ends up daydreaming about all the cute stuff you’d do together if you were his

kenji who is absolutely surprised when you silently confess to him while sitting in silence

kenji who ends up panicking internally since he wanted to confess to you

kenji who gives you a peck and runs out of the house

kenji whose gone for about fifteen minutes, only to burst through the door with your favorite flowers, balloons, and a plushie of your favorite animal

kenji who panics seeing you slightly sad since you thought he ran away from you, not for you

kenji who quickly pulls you into his arms and comforts you while rubbing your back

kenji who confesses his feelings, telling you every moment he found himself admiring you since you were children

kenji couple headcannons!

kenji who hums you to sleep every night while your head lays on his chest

kenji who gets you a bouquet of flowers every two weeks, or till the recent one he got you starts to wilt

kenji who absolutely spoils you with compliments

kenji who gives the best reassurance while holding you, making sure to ease every insecure thought

kenji who kisses your whole body while saying why he loves each part

kenji who loves the way you cook food, always asking for more

kenji who introduces you to his dad, absolutely proud of being with you

kenji who calls you pet names like sweet thing, pretty girl, or baby

kenji who comforts you that he’s not going nowhere and that you’re safe and will never be hurt again

kenji who one day, with your permission, pulls you into a kiss on tv only to flip off the camera and say “fuck you _____” to your ex bf and best friend for the way they hurt you

kenji who loves posting you on his private instagram, usually taking about two hours just to perfect each post

kenji who loves taking photos of you sleeping since you look so peaceful

kenji who loves assaulting your face and lips with kisses and nibbles

kenji who loves taking showers with you and says “it’s to save water” even though his hands never let go of you, making you both waste more water

kenji who begged you to move in with him for a while hour cause he swears he “can’t live without you”

kenji who can’t wait to marry and have a family with you

kenji who loves you for you, no matter what

[kexing]

Its so wild to see how openly and aggressively people hate forcebook and their work. Iknow bl opinions are so varied but other than the odd 'this is not for me' i never really come across hate for pairings on here (maybe its different on twitter idk) so its so insane that when it comes to fb people just stop being considerate to fans or even look to bother them actively. there are some actors who get rightly criticized for awful behaviour but with fb it just seems like its the one pairing that people are allowed to shit on and thats why they do it? bc what's the worst they've done? not act the way you would want them to or take part in a show you didn't like?? why would people then focus so much on them rather than focus on the stuff they do like? its so baffling i truly wonder if its just 'playground join in with the bully' behaviour. sorry thats been on my mind as someone who only filters into bl every now and then, its so strange.

hi there!

RIGHT????? before them, i had never seen hate for pairings on this level. i knew about some problematic actors and pairings that had broken up so most people had moved on but actual gratuitous hate??? was unknown to me.

i used to think we all minded our business with our faves and everyone lived in peace. at least it was like that here on tumblr for my first years of bl. i do think twitter is different and probably worse, but the way their behavior has been poisoning tumblr as well is concerning.

truly. i don’t KNOW what’s with forcebook that people seem to enjoy hating on them. they’ve been on the public eye for nearly two years now, they have zero rumors, zero scandals, zero accusations, work hard, just do their thing, openly support the lgbtq+ community, all their coworkers like them, for fanfest in japan geminifourth, joong and phuwin went to force’s room in the middle of the night to hang out because their adore spending time with him, their previous directors adore them, p’film considers forcebook his actual children and p’new opens his arms for book to bear hug him whenever he sees him.

hell, even their old classmates from school came forward to say they were really nice people back then. that force was popular because he was friends with everyone and book was quiet but sweet.

when there’s actual deeply problematic actors out there. people who get accused of unspeakable things EVERY SINGLE DAY. and fans still defend them and give them 937482848384 chances.

it just doesn’t make sense to me. WHY would you be so obsessed with someone you don’t like? focus on your faves instead of complaining about other people just doing their job!!!!!!!!!!

i do usually call it “hate train” because it seems like everybody’s hopping on it just because it’s going around a lot.

but STILL. i see some criticism that’s just baffling. the way people will take forcebook’s words out of context and attack them with it, invent shit saying they’re nepotism babies (they are not). some even use forcebook’s friendship against them which is????? surreal. jobless behavior. go find a hobby or something else to do???? WHAT ARE YOU GAINING FROM ALL THIS?????

force and book are very open about their friendship and how it’s not perfect because they like being honest with us instead of painting a false image of their relationship, it’s not for people to turn it into weapons!! the disrespect is just so infuriating!

i’m not asking for everyone to start loving forcebook, just RESPECT THEM. or even ignore them. but don’t ruin things for them 😭😭😭 and us fans who are just trying to support them.

it’s okay! i wonder about the same things every single day. and i sincerely don’t know if i’m just too biased or something but i have never understood the amount of hate and still don’t because i would never do this to anyone. i never expected things to become like this.

but oh well :/

[platonicallylovesick]

Some more "ppl defending Mrs. Bakugo" crimes against my mental wellbeing

People on titok are genuinely insane oml

"It's not abuse tho abuse is where its mentally and emotionally affecting the child's well being. and i think Bakugo is completely fine since thats his family's love language." GURL WHAT. GURL. DID YOU WATCH THE SAME SHOW?? IS BAKUGO DEVELOPING A CRIPPLING INFERIORITY COMPLEX AT THE AGE OF 6 NOT AFFECTING HIS WELLBEING???

"this is just for comedy... plus Bakugo is a brat and needs to be slapped sometimes" literally no child *NEEDS* to be slapped. the 16 yr old boy does not NEED to be slapped and esp not in front of his teachers who he genuinely looks up to and respects? ESP NOT WHILE BEING TOLD HE'S THE REASON THAT THEY NEED TO BE MOVED INTO DORMS IN THE FIRST PLACE????

"They're just messing around, have you never had a good relationship with your mother?" I have a lovely relationship with my mom, and there is a SOLID different between being lightly and playfully smacked on the shoulder during a lighthearted conversation AND BEING HIT ACROSS THE HEAD WHILE BEING YELLED AT TO SHUT UP IN FRONT OF *MY ONLY IDOL*

"Plus lets not forget in the earlier seasons this dude was a BULLY plus if you look at Bakugo he isnt even phased by her words he's just mad cuz she hit him. also if you watch the rest of the episode, Mitsuki says to All Might and Aizawa to take care of Katsuki and shows worry for him" oh so there's plenty to unpack here! First up. I WONDER WHY HE WAS A BULLY? I WONDER WHERE THAT 5 YEAR OLD LEARNED THOSE BEHAVIORS?? IT WASNT FROM ALL MIGHT VIDEOS, I PROMISE YOU THAT ?! Next up: "he isnt even phased, he's just mad she hit him." Bbg if you're told you're trash even just once a week for at least a year, you will stop reacting to it every time, in the moment. that does not change the mental stress it puts on you. Now add in the factors of "its def more than just once a week," "that is his MOTHER," "He's already immensely guilty about the situation," and "HE IS A CHILD." Then we have, "He's just mad she hit him." YOU'RE TELLING ME. YOU WOULD NOT BE UPSET. IF YOU WERE HIT BY YOUR MOTHER. IN FRONT OF *ANYONE* YOU RESPECT. LET ALONE THE LITERAL SYMBOL OF PEACE. WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE HIT BY *YOUR* MOTHER IN FRONT OF FUCKING IRON MAN?!

Last but MOST CERTAINLY not least: "She shows worry for him." Babe imma hold your hand in an white knuckle grip when i tell you this. I don't think you've ever been abused in your life. Because you do know that most abusers don't wake up thinking "MAN today will be a great day to torment my only son," right? She doesnt think she's abusing him. She's just doing what comes natural to her. She isnt reflecting on what effect her actions have had on her kid, she's the mother so ofc she's in the right and she loves her son so clearly the problem is his peers praising his powers too much, I cant possibly be to blame because i love him! She doesn't think about how its affecting him at all. Hell, it could even be a cycle bc honestly it already is one. When Katsuki is faced with unruly children he correctly identifies that there's some kind of lead kid (because he was a lead kid at that age, he was a problem child), and then HIS SOLUTION IS TO PHYSICALLY FIGHT THE KIDS, USING THE JUSTIFICATION THAT THAT WAS HOW HE WAS RAISED AND IN HIS OPINION HE TURNED OUT FINE.

This is actually a trap I've fallen into myself, I have recommended a little more tough love against my little siblings because I was treated much more harshly at that age than they are now. I WAS NOT IN THE RIGHT. KATSUKI IS NOT IN THE RIGHT. THIS IS HOW MALTREATMENT CHANGES A CHILD'S MIND. THIS IS HOW IT WARPS OUR VIEW OF THE WORLD AROUND US. Unless he gets some serious SERIOUS help, he will carry these experiences with him for the rest of his life. He might become just as terrible a parent as his mother.

His behavior is not his fault. He is a CHILD. A MINOR. If he was in his twenties and has experienced life firsthand and he was still being a bully for no reason or being physically violent with minimal to no provocation, I would agree that he needs a serious wakeup call. Still wouldnt agree with hitting him, but like yeah he's an adult, his prefrontal cortex is fully developed, he should be self reflecting. But AT SIXTEEN. HE IS A CHILD, A LITERAL CHILD. THIS KIND OF HOUSEHOLD ENVIROMENT IS ALL HE FUCKING KNOWS. IT IS THE RESULT OF HOW HIS PARENTS RAISED HIM, WHICH WAS TOXIC, ABUSIVE, AND EMOTIONALLY NEGLECTFUL.

Shoutout to the one guy in that comment section fighting for his life making good points as to the fact that YES Mitsuki is the fucking issue.

[nora-kano-rokii]

Haikaveh where kaveh is pregnant and when they found out about it he freaks out bc he read stories online where husbands wouldn't like the wives as much after postpartum takes over.

For days after the discovery Kaveh wouldn't eat or sleep as much, so far as to not talk to Haitham as much in fear of provoking anything that'll make Haitham "hate" him even more after the delivery

"Why aren't you eating?"

"Oh I'm just... not that hungry. I ate lunch earlier."

"But we always have lunch together??"

"Well something came up and I gotta change my schedule a bit. Sorry about that."

He'll just lie and lie and keeps on lying.

Kaveh isn't the type to wish anything bad happening on his pregnancy period, but he does severely dread the day of delivery. He'd get anxious and nervous (even more than he usually is) around Haitham and is always thinking about his next lie.

He loves the idea of motherhood. He loves the idea of having a child to take care of. He loves the idea of a happy family because that was something he didn't get as a child and is now more than willing to do anything to give it to his child.

What he doesn't like is the fear of Haitham leaving him if he's not good enough to satisfy his needs. The fear where he'll lose his worth as someone pretty and just end up as someone thats already been "used" and is not "perfect" anymore.

Haitham gets wind of what's going on and approaches him one day.

"Sweetheart."

"Yes?"

"Whats wrong with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Dont play dumb with me, sunshine. Tell me what's going on."

And then Kaveh will freak out, thinking Haitham already knows about the postpartum fear thing and start crying and begging for Alhaitham to not leave him. He'll do anything, he'll be a good wife and stay with the kids and do all the housechores and stay in shape and-

A simple kiss shut him about for good.

"You don't ever need to be sorry about how you look like after bearing my children."

"But.. I've read stories... and surveys- about how husbands are more displeased with their wives' body image after postpartum-"

"You think I care how you look like?"

Probably not the best thing to say (he should've rephrased it better) as Kaveh starts to tear up again.

"You... you don't think I'm taking care of myself well enough..?"

"No, it's not that. Kaveh, sunshine. I fell in love with you because of your physical image. That was only one of the reasons why."

"You... did not?"

"You thought I would be like some of those freaks that ogles you shamelessly on the side of the road? Of course not."

"But.. you always said that it's absolutely important for me to keep being healthy-"

"Sunshine, healthy does not mean body image. Healthy means you are happy with yourself. Which you are mostly aren't. That's why I told you to be healthier."

Kaveh wells up in tears again as he realizes what Haitham is saying. He kisses Kaveh's forehead and rubs his belly.

"This baby is going to make us a family. Why would I care about how you're going to look like?"

(Again, probably should've rephrased it better)

"Everything will be a marker of your battles. I'd love every stretch mark it'll create. All the cellulites that you worry so much about will be mine to behold." Another kiss to the forehead, "Kaveh, please understand. I love you for just the way you are."

"I did not fall in love with someone who obsesses with their beauty. I fell in love with the Light of Kshahrewar, the person who brights up my day with just a smile. The person who makes me fall in love all over again when they laugh."

"So please. Don't be afraid of our children. I promise that I'll love you no matter how you look"

Kaveh sniffs, "E-even if I were a fungi?"

Haitham sighes and smiles, "You'd be my favorite fungi ever."

-End

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i have not posted in a hot minute GAWD DAYUM anyways hi everyone ive come back with FICS instead of DRAWINGS isnt that COOL theres VARIETY now!! Also this fic was first posted on Twitter as i had a brainrot at 4am so if you're intrested in that please go support me on Twt! Thank you everyone!

[candyredmusings]

“Another One Of Those ‘Things My Discord Said’ Sentence Starters.

Things taken from DMs and a few group chats from Discord. CW: NSFT Change / Edit as necessary !

i am literally tom cruise

cum is cool.

[NAME]  is fucked up cus he is straight man

[NAME]  show me your fuckin tits

[NAME], you better not be standing catatonic in your room wearing your handmade jigsaw robe again.

its like they creampied me but instead of cum it was new music

like what about my pussy-area makes u think sea cucumber

the mind is weak. but the body is funky

so im reading that fanfic where 1d like, buys your soul or whatever and im shook

well tom servo is a sex god

and then i freaked it

FUCK YOU APPLE JACK FUCK

ILL SLURP WITH YOU

LEMME SHOW U DICK

ITS A SIDE QUEST YOU SILLY BITCH

I’m a zombie the law can’t stop me

LEAVE YOUR GOLDEN UNCRUSTABLES OUT OF MY HOME I WILL NOT FALL VICTIM TO THY TRICKERY

you, telling me to ignore a twink with side swept brown hair? foolish.

Hes so hot i briefly started texting like a straight person

and because I’m god and I’ve decided that. No. In fact. I’m not done.

MY DUMB BOTTOM BRAIN FOLLOWS COMMANDS TOO WELL

[NAME], I know you love bloopy reggae jams. Now is not the time

OH THATS WHAT I THOUGHT YOUD SAY YOU STUPID ACCIDENTAL HIMBO DEMON

man i rlly am attracted to paul mccartney.

its not that kennedy was gay af sleeping w jackies fat ass out, he just has a better one-

jealous of my massive honkeers

YOU BRAINCELLED BITCH

this forced open my third eye and i saw the devil--

oh me seeming romantically interested in u is making u uncomfortable?? noted

the only pussy this party city shake out wig looking mother fucker is getting

[NAME]  expose your teeth right fucking now

IN THE DEPARTMENT OF OLD MAN FUCKING, WEVE GOT YOU BEAT

What if we kissed while one of us got called racist and we are both boys

i just jacked it to minecraft piss porn

I will pop a huge tentacle boner

i hate females fr fr

we left u to die to play minecraft

IM GONNA FRICKLE-FRACK YOUR WIFE

CAN I KARATE CHOP IT LIKE IN SPONGEBOB

DWIGHT FROM THE OFFICE IS NOT MY SKRUNKLY

she would never ever take away one of these stupid fucking hats

My brother in Christ you’re being haunted

i want to wring you like a wet towel and slap u against a wall

Yeah you'll come to learn I just have a thing for milk

Piss ur pants harder pls I wanna watch

I'm gonna corn on the kill myself

good morning to parappa and his stans. everyone else..... hi ig

lol look at this clown with no slurs

God has abandoned his children but unfortunately for you I pay child support and I will smite thee.

this is how I reveal myself to be homophobic

I have no sluts

idk what it is abt it but boba makes me become like an actual whore

im homophobic suddenly

he was like ‘You're so big”.... and i just started crying

anyones penis can be hard hes not special

for the love of god please help me

i can talk about piss for hours

im sorry i havent recognized mickey mouse clubhouse ost as the cultural landmark that it is

I ASKED IF WE WOULD RP AFTER FUCKING BIBLE STUDY OR WHATEVER

the benefits of being a yandere is that i dont have to forgive OR forget and I am a living breathing PVP zone so Fuck with me white boy.

When toxic by ashnikko comes on I enter the gaslight gatekeep phases of my girlbosshood

im like a child in line for the newest fucked up disney ride

[NAME] is just all fucking Sorts of fucked up

im clownfaking

why are we here? to suffer? every other day i get messages from a whore

always thinking abt when my friend called me a "white boy whore"

you gotta PUMP the errand girl with cocaine

im beyond shame bc i love all cock try again

people have fetishes.

They really do crucify anyone these days huh

u may have never hungered for cock but you have hungered for a sub sandwich and honestly? theyre basically the same thing-

hi im drawing hentai

[NAME] idk why but that really. makes me want to stab you

“Don't have sex FOMO, [NAME], no! “

“TRY AND NUKE THIS, BITCH.”

“There's a group of golden skeletons behind you hitting the griddy “

“GRANDPA’S ASHES SUCKED MY COCK AND TOOK ME TO ARBYS.”

“You’re lanky with no gender and silly goofy with the rizz it works.”

“You can’t just tell me I could be a Tumblr sexy man to my face at 4:30 PM.”

"I have strong opinions about the soviet union"

“CALL THAT PUSSY THE MATRIX CAUSE IM IN THIS BITCH AND I CANT GET OUT “

“dont cry. 8000 types of reptiles on the planet, okay?”

[NAME] lives his life like he’s an RPG character but picks only the rude dialogue options.”

“I need to beat off to this before God destroys California.”

"No amount of pussy could get me on a rollercoaster with three loops"

"I love your senior citizen pussy"

"Gerber is pretty reliable .. I mean .. The Gerber baby didn't die .... did it?"

“you are white i assume”

"I hate you terrorist, and you may quote me on that"

"I love watching you play minecraft. It's like watching a baby fawn."

"I've never seen old men who fuck harder."

"i don't need him to KILL i need him to FUCK ME"

"well maybe if you just dicked down your wife she wouldn't have gone on a murderous slut rampage"

"why cant these BIG titty bimbos stop HANGING around me"

[g0thsoojin]

🦇⛓️

today it hurts really really bad. my heart aches and my chest hurts. and i think of him and burst into tears. i love him so much i wanted him so bad. it all hurts sm bc at one point he talked and wanted me to be with him irl, to come to him. like he wanted that, it's not just my fantasy. but i didnt wanna be too impulsive, i didnt wanna make him promises i wasnt sure i could keep. bc so many ppl have hurt him and i didnt wanna give him hope and then tear it away. i did it out of consideration for him. i wanted to just give myself a chance to feel if i wanted to be with him or if i just wanted to run away from my life. but when i realized the truth in my heart; i love him, i want to be with him, i would face all my fears and issues and forcefully climb over any obstacles just to be with him. it was too late, and i couldnt tell him bc everytime i got closer to the realm of any of that romantic space, it felt like he pulled away and i didnt wanna push him too hard. but because i kept venting on my blog, about my feelings of loneliness and rejection (i mean i told him i was in love with him but he didnt say what he felt. he just said it wasnt a good time?) i made him feel like he didnt matter to me. despite me thinking of him every second of every day, and being prepared to start looking for a job to use my paychecks to buy a plane ticket and go to him tomorrow. i wanted to tell him that i really truly wanted to be with him, but i was scared he'd think i was insane or wasnt ready or rejected me or or or or. i really believed i was waiting for him to be able to talk, which he had pulled away from before. after last time i really thought he'd talk to me and see where we are before he'd fall for someone else. but. i guess that this just means he is my everything but i wasnt to him. and i know that's reality, no matter how much i dont want it to be.

i just dont know what to do now. i feel so lost and aimless without him. for the past year, i have been building up and preparing a future with him. i was really thinking that it would come true. i dont know. i understand that i was incredibly naive and childish. but that's what i've been doing every day for over a year and now it's all gone and i dont even understand why. he wont say that he doesnt like me "that way". the way rejections usually go. it all confuses me so bad. i want him i love him. but he chose someone else. and i dont want my future without him, it's all so dull and bleak and lonely. there are just so many ways we are compatible. like he could've been my dad bf, taking care of me and i would be able to devote myself completely to him (which is what my soul needs) and not worry about work for example (even if i'd be 100% willing to get a job, i have never really fantasized abt not having a job lol, thats not part of my fantasy). i could just love and be loved, be taken care of and take care of him. i dont want a big life with big social circles, which he doesnt either. i dont want children, he doesnt either. but yeah... the way i am, the way my brain is wired.. no amounts of therapy will fix me.. i need to be taken care of. im so passive i dont even live, and i need a partner to help steer me and help pushing me. having him as a dad bf would be perfect for me. because i also fully trust him in not doing it purely for dominating and owning me, he wouldnt ruin my life or force me to do things that would make me miserable. i trust him with me in a way where i would want and be able to let go and give him control, out of love. and i think i could give him the total devotion, the submission he needs to receive. but .. maybe thats just wishful thinking on my behalf bc i love him sm and want to be with him.

idk today it hurts sm. bc mentally i've been thinking im gonna get to focus on fixing up some things in my life, jump on a plane, get to be w him irl and work on fixing a real future for us where we can be together 4ever, and that my life would be me settling into us. but now i have to do my assignments that make me wanna die, i have to show up to school, i have to figure out how u apply to university and get an apartment and not be homeless, how i pay rent how to make my economy work how to get a job and how to do all of these fkn things that makes me just wanna lie down and die. i am not cut out for real life. i dont just say that bc im lazy or wanna be treated like a pillow princess, i just genuinely cannot cope or deal with things. my brain doesnt work properly. im not competent enough to hold down a job let alone actually get one. im not a person who can actually be a person. i need to be someone's pet gf. and i would contribute with everything i could and that was wanted from me. but i cannot be a functioning person. and i dont just mean "i dont want to" the way most ppl feel bc our society is fucked up lmao, i actually cannot even make myself do it. avpd makes u disabled in that way. i cannot actually do anything.

[thickest-antivirus-programs]

Tw vent

I think i hate my mom bc she made me think getting bullied meant i deserved to be bullied. I didnt mint being told off/having people be rude to me as long as it was only verbally that much as long as i had someone who liked me, but my mom insisted i need to be likeable and normal bc shes ableist with my autism, she was always sensitive to me getting into the slightest trouble or being involved in trouble even if its not my fault. Anyway i didnt mind someone thinking i was lame but i did mind about my reputation because my moms love was conditional based on it. Its hard to explain the cruelty to a middleschool bully so i dont blame them. I actually think its cool if noone thinks im normal and acceptable and they think im weird and impossible to tolerate. But it was awful to feel like im not doing what is being asked of me. "Everyone elses parrents must love their children so much because they dont get in trouble even if they do trouble things, because theyre good at getting away with things, they know what to say. Im the only one in my class getting bullied and caught and being clumsy at everything, my mom must be the most dissapointed mom in the class" because being liked on the surface level is a stupid endevour, and all the good offers and networking, or at least like 60% of the offers worth taking, are done at the deeper level, where id like to think people judge you fairly on a deeper level. I like to think if someone misjudges me they didnt have much to offer anyway. Being liked is a stupid endevour, but being loved by my mom, who has full control over me and can take things out on me for 5 more years if she doesnt like me (until 18 i thought. The truth is to escape home you also need money).. "For my mom i must be perfect, because she wants it and she thinks she can get it, she almost believes in me although its in a category i dont care about and based on complete ignorance" like i dont even know how she would know if im getting bullied. I guess she asked me how was school every day and she expected me to say okay and if i didnt she expected me to have an explanation. She didnt get angry if i didnt say things were okay but she did this thing where she felt guilty so she would ask what happened and then make sure she told be how it was my fault so she didnt feel responsible (Is that what too much empathy does to a person who choses not to be compassionate?) she also expected me to bring friends which i never did. Its fair, a kid should have friends. That parts fair. I wish someone explained to kid me what im doing wrong that makes kids not want to play with me that i could fix, because autism blah blah but we can still be taught how to be team players but it takes so much longer to figure out when it doesnt come naturally. I wish someone told kid me "when passing someone, pick a side where youre going and look there with your head to indicate thats the direction youre going to avoid collision" "when trying to say something on topic in a group without interrupting, wait until the person currently talking makes a small pause but not in the middle of a sentence" or idk "dont talk about living in a tower made of skulls during break or the other kids will be scared of you" idk what i needed but an adult should know that for me.. But they didnt expect a kid to need that kind of help bc most kids figure that stuff out on their own. Although i did get told that i should keep my shirt on when its hot outside or in PE bc im a "girl" which is stupid and unfair bc the boys took off their shirts. Anyways now that i dont care about being a socially acceptable person i can talk to other people who are also bad at this stuff and we dont even have to be aware we look bad to some ableist. But im still mad my mom expected me to be cool and likable as if thats what she sent me to school for, and that she made me feel like the bullies are right

[softzindagi]

caretaker venting coming up

the last few months have been hard, but the last week and a half have just made things a lot to handle. My dad has parkinsons, heart disease, diabetes, and is developing psychosis and dementia because of the parkinsons. He’s so fucking skinny, he can barely stand, and its gotten really hard because I’m doing 95% of moving him and lifting him with the little he can help me lift him. My mom deals with him at night, but I sleep downstairs now to help when she cant help him (ie lifting and moving him).

We got him an adjustable bed base to hopefully help him and now I think a lift is needed. He’s going to be pretty much bed ridden in a few months, and he is determined to use the toilet or commode and thats just not plausible. But what is good to me is he wants to. He wants to do all these things even though he can’t, and at least that tells me he’s not giving up.

The last week has been the worst. He went to the hospital and it felt like he was going to die, he blacked out and was shivering so bad. We didn’t know he could get hypothermia, but he got that at home in a heated house, his body wasn’t producing the right amount of body heat and his blood pressure had dropped bc of Parkinson’s. Four months ago he went to the hospital bc his blood sugar has dropped to 38. It’s just one small slip, of us not knowing what can happen next.

Friday he fell put of his commode, onto the floor and I wasn’t prepared for that, he feel FORWARD onto the fucking floor and I was like how the fuck did he manage to do that. He ended up being fine, the whole reason I was having him in the commode was to pee so we could take him to the pediatrist to get his ingrown toenail out (which they did and it was still infected).

Long story short, when someone you are caretaking has all of these things happen, it’s so fucking hard to know how to best care for them. Doctors can only do so much but by god the way we have to juggle medicines on top of everything. It’s slowly been moving towards this, it feels like that to me, but every time any sibling comes back home I get “he looks worse every time I come back, I know you don’t see it because you’re here all the time but,” and it just makes me want to curl up in a ball and also yell and scream at them. I want to start kicking and screaming, I’m so fucking tired from working a full time job, being a full time caregiver with my mom, and go to school for my masters. It’s all so much, I feel exhausted every single fucking day. And people who live with us, my sister, niece and brother don’t do nearly enough to help. I yelled at them, at least my sister makes an effort, but I’m the youngest and I’m doing more than all my family combined. I give money, I give my time and strength, and one day I can say I did everything in my power that I could, but it doesn’t stop me from being bitter and annoyed. I told my mom that I’m the youngest, I am doing all of this, and everyone else gets to leave, go live their own life and send a couple hundred dollars but it’s still up to me, giving the most out of ALL of them and breaking my back to help them. Because who else if not me? Who fucking else? None of them. And my mom feels so bad, she hates asking me to do anything but again it’s only me.

And this whole month has been figuring out how to get my dad to eat more, how to move a little more, get stronger, but nothing helps. I but him food he wants only for him to eat a little and not want any the next time he eats. My mom makes him so much food he asks for and he never finishes it. He gets so mad if we try and feed him more, he thinks we’re force feeding him, but we’re not. And then he wants someone with him all the time, his psychosis and dementia makes it so that he hallucinates children and adults and he thinks he’s worked a full day. It’s just a lot to deal with. I’ll need such heavy therapy after this all.

Anyways idk where this was going but things suck and I feel alone with no one who could understand. Life keeps throwing punches and I’m already down and bleeding.

[fairyfuyu]

all dolled up | ryuguji ken

summary: ken loves the way his cock makes you cry, the way your makeup gets all ruined for everyone to see

cw: NSFW 18+ timeskip draken, dom!draken, face fucking, tons of degradation, semi public sex ?, readers a brat :) daddy draken punishes us (yes daddy is used so if that triggers your fight or flight best not read this one), choking, impact play, use of pet names princess and slut (affectionate? lol) also theres no spoilers but if u havent seen the last ep of the anime go watch it bc thats kinda the vibe of the dinner table djxhwjd just read ok

wc: 2.7k

a/n: i am just in love w the idea of someone fucking my face until my makeup is streaming down my face, bonus points if we have to face anyone we know looking like a fucking mess who just got railed in the bathroom <3 also i wrote the majority of this last night tired as fuck so if it doesnt make sense dont even worry abt it

!!!!! MDNI !!!!!

Makeup just wasn’t your thing. You had tried every trend that swept across your social media, bought countless products that you only really used a couple times, but despite this, you just couldn’t get into it. Your winged eyeliner always turned out sad, you could never find the right shade of foundation, so eventually, you had just given up. The last time you really put on makeup was when you graduated from college, mostly because you wanted to look a little more presentable than you usually do since after all, those are the photos you’ll show your children one day, saying “damn, look how hot your mom was when she was younger.” But typically, you were fine taking on the world completely bare-faced.

You were also incredibly lucky to have found yourself a boyfriend that didn’t give a damn how much effort you put into your appearance; the last person you wanted to date was someone who would even think about mentioning how you should wear makeup to make yourself prettier for them. Thankfully, Draken was nothing like that. He loved your attitude of not giving a fuck, and quite frankly thought you were the hottest person alive, so why even need makeup in the first place?

Today, though, was different. Draken and the other higher-ups in Toman had set up a little get-together at this absurdly expensive restaurant as always, and this time Draken asked you to come along. At first, you declined because you weren’t that comfortable around the other guys, but as soon as he mentioned Hinata would also be going, you changed your mind. You never passed up a chance to see Hina; the two of you have gotten exceedingly close ever since you and Draken started dating a year or so ago, and you were so happy to have found another girl dating a Toman member to call a friend.

As you stared in the mirror getting ready for the occasion, you couldn’t help but feel the urge to open your drawer and pull out your makeup bag that rarely sees the light of day. You picked up the tube of mascara, turning it over in your hand a couple times while you thought it over. Maybe eyeshadow and eyeliner would be too much, but a little mascara and a hint of blush couldn’t hurt, right?

You applied the makeup to your eyelashes, careful not to get any on your eyelid. Meanwhile, you heard the shower shut off, immediately followed by your blonde boyfriend emerging. He wrapped the towel around his waist after drying off when he noticed what you were doing. “Are you...putting on makeup?” He asked, not believing what he was seeing.

Screwing the bottle shut, you looked at him in the mirror. “Just a little mascara and some blush, nothing too crazy.” You said, opening the pink compact and grabbing a fluffy brush.

As you swiped the powder over the tops of your cheeks, Draken came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a kiss into your hair. “You know you don’t need that shit.”

“I know...I just thought since we’re going to a fancy place to eat, might as well look the part, right?” You quickly finished up, smoothing down your straightened hair you spent so long perfecting and turning around, giving him a brief kiss. “Come on, you gotta get dressed; we’re gonna be late if we don’t leave soon.”

The conversation had gotten to a point where you were bored out of your mind. You had your elbow propped up on the table, head rested in your hand while your other hand was placed innocently on Draken’s thigh. He was so caught up in the conversation he hadn’t even noticed you placed it there 15 minutes ago.

“All I’m saying is those guys seem shady as hell.” Your boyfriend spoke, taking a sip of his drink.

“I’m sure they could help us out. Besides, it’d be a lie if you said we didn’t do shady shit either, Ken.” Takemichi spoke up. “Inui seems nice enough.”

Draken just rolled his eyes. Mikey was the one to speak next. “Anyone from 10th gen Black Dragons needs to be looked into thoroughly before we even think about talking with them.”

You shared a bored expression with Hinata, who sat beside you, drumming her fingers on the tablecloth. It’s only been 20 minutes since you’ve gotten here - you haven’t even been served the appetizers and already you were wanting to leave. Of course, you wanted to be supportive of Draken, but then again, there’s a reason you aren’t in Toman.

Staring off mindlessly, you rubbed your thumb across the fabric of your boyfriend’s trousers; what would have been a tender display of affection was turned into something much more lewd in your mind. You couldn’t help your wandering hand graze along the plane of his thigh, closer to something far more interesting than the conversation at hand. Ever so gently, you brushed your fingers against his crotch, immediately feeling him stiffen.

If you didn’t have his attention before, you surely did now.

He shot you a look, one that said don’t even think about it, princess. But you just bat your long eyelashes at him, innocent as ever, continuing your teasing.

You were at the dinner table, with all the execs in Toman; what on earth were you thinking? You were careful not to make anything too obvious, hiding everything beneath the tablecloth hanging off the side of the table, and your movements were impossible to notice to anyone else besides you and Draken. This was so out of character for you; first you decide to wear makeup, and now you’re teasing your boyfriend in public, and purposefully disobeying his silent order to stop? It's as if this side of you had sat dormant all your life, and now for whatever reason, it's deciding to take over.

If it weren’t for the escalating voices traveling across the round table, you would’ve been able to hear Draken’s quiet grunthe released as he shifted in his seat, trying anything to get away from your teasing fingers.

But it wasn’t enough, you continued to play with him, even going so far as to cup your hand over his bulge, squeezing a little and sighing at how nicely he hardened beneath you.

Before you could make another move, he tilted his head down by your ear. “Bathroom, now. I’ll be right behind you.”

His voice was low and the command went straight to your pussy. You waited a moment before sliding out from your chair. You rested a hand on the back of your seat as everyone looked up at you. “I need to use the restroom.” You stated to no one in particular.

Mikey nodded, gesturing with the glass in his hand. “It’s back by the bar.”

“Do you want me to go with you?” Hina asked sweetly.

You shook your head. “No, thanks though.”

Your feet carried you far to the back of the restaurant, finding yourself in the private family restroom and leaning against the door. Heart racing, you couldn’t help but smile at your actions tonight. You enjoyed playing this little game with Draken, and you knew he was going to punish you in some way, which you never denied.

However, you didn’t know exactly what kind of punishment was waiting for you.

Back at the table, Draken barely spoke another word as he waited for enough time to pass for no suspicion to arise. Finally, Hina was the one to inquire about your absence. “___’s been gone a while, maybe I should go check on her...” She thought aloud, about to get up out of her chair to make sure her friend was alright.

Draken stopped her, though. “No, I’ll go see how she’s doing. She's not been feeling 100% herself lately.” He spoke at a volume he thought was quiet enough for only Hina to hear, but he was mistaken.

“You finally knocked her up, eh Kennie?” Mikey teased across the table.

He shot his friend a threatening look. “Like I’d be the dumbass to knock someone up.”

You waited patiently in the bathroom, back resting against the door as you waited for Draken. After a few minutes, you finally heard a few light knocks on the door. “Princess?”

You barely had a chance to unlock the door and he was already inside with you, taking you by the shoulders and switching places with you, forcing you back against the door. “You think it’s funny to pull that shit in front of my friends, princess? You think just because you’re cute you can get away with that?” He asked, so close to you your noses were practically touching.

Strong fingers found your neck without missing a beat, quick to squeeze just tight enough to have you dizzy. “I asked you a question, princess.”

“Ken!” You gasped, holding onto his arm as if your life depended on it.

His grip tightened, and you whimpered in response. “What, you don’t want me to leave too many marks on you this time? Don’t wanna go back to the table looking like a little whore?”

“Daddy…” You croaked, digging your nails into his flesh.

He paused for a moment, letting go of his grip. “On your knees, now.” He demanded, nimble fingers working at undoing the belt around his waist.

Your hands reached up meekly to aid him, but he swatted them away. “Don’t touch, you don’t deserve to touch me. You’re just my little fucktoy, got it?”

“‘M sorry daddy,” you whined, placing your hands on your thighs, entirely exposed from your short skirt riding up.

He shoved his pants and briefs down, revealing his hard dick. Wrapping his long fingers around it, he brought it to your face, tapping his head on either cheek. He finally tapped it against your lips. “Open.”

You did as he told, opening just enough for him to slide his cock in and immediately wrapping your lips around his girth. Mindful to keep your teeth tucked away, you gagged a little when he forced his length into your mouth, tip immediately hitting the back of your throat.

Draken wasted no time in finding a harsh pace of fucking into your face, making sure to edge himself further and further down your throat with every thrust. He grabbed a handful of your hair, jerking your head back and forth along his shaft. You were completely under his control, useless to the incessant speed of his long cock pumping in and out of you.

“Relax for me, princess.” He pushed your head further down along his dick so your nose touched his pelvis. He was fully in your throat now, contracting around his painfully hard dick and causing tears to prick at your eyes. “Fuck, princess, you feel so good around me.”

The pressure was too much; you grabbed onto his hips and removed him from your mouth. Instantly, you felt a heavy hand against your face, whipping your head to the side.

“Is my dick too much for my little slut, huh?” He asked darkly, taking his cock covered in spit and running in across your lips again. It may have been sick, but you absolutely loved when he talked to you this way. Your panties were already hopelessly soaked before this, but as soon as his hand came in contact with your face, you could’ve came right then and there.

You were grateful for the second he gave your throat a rest, because as soon as your lips parted, he was inside you again. Back to the same relentless pace as before, though this time your throat was much more sensitive from the previous deep throating. The tears were welling up in your eyes again; you forced them shut when his grip on your hair tightened, sending streams of your tears down your face.

“Shit, princess, you look so pretty.” Your boyfriend moaned above you. You looked up at him, glassy eyed and makeup running down your face. He brought his free hand up to wipe your damp cheek. “Such pretty little tears.”

You tried bobbing your head along his dick, but as soon as you started, he placed both hands on the back of your head, forcing himself into your throat once again.

“That’s it, princess, take it, take my fucking cock like the slut you are.” He groaned, feeling his dick twitch in your throat. You swallowed around him, loving the whimper that pulled out of him. “You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.”

You swallowed again but he quickly pulled out of your throat, fucking himself into your mouth a few more times. “Gonna cum all over that pretty face of yours-” He said, taking his cock out of your mouth entirely, harshly pumping himself over your face as you waited beneath him, tongue lolled out of your mouth and staring up at him with hungry eyes.

Before you knew it, his thick, hot spurts of cum were shooting out of his dick, covering your face, some landing in your mouth. You licked up whatever landed around your mouth, swallowing his seed down with the biggest smile on your face. You kitten licked at his sensitive tip, making sure to clean up any spit or cum that dribbled out of his slit.

Draken looked down at you. “What a fucking slut.” He chuckled, putting himself back in his pants.

“Yeah, but I’m your fucking slut, daddy.” You teased back at him, getting up from the cold tile floor and walking over to the sink. You were mortified when you saw yourself in the mirror. Covered in your boyfriends cum, black tears streaming all the way from your eyes down to your naked clavicle, your hair that you had spent so much time straightening now a rat’s nest. “Draken!” You screeched, now realizing the consequences of your actions.

“You asked for this, princess.” He said, reaching for some paper towels for you to clean up with.

He helped wipe away his cum, but the mascara smudged beneath your eyes was a whole other story. You desperately tried scrubbing the dark tears off your skin, but as soon as you tried cleaning up the mess around your eyes, you only seemed to make matters worse.

“Can’t you just wash it all off?” Your boyfriend suggested.

You shook your head. “It’s makeup, it doesn’t come off easily, you’re supposed to use makeup remover. Shit…” You said, looking back in the mirror and trying your best to clean up the smudges to look halfway presentable. Despite your efforts, though, it still was very evident what had happened in the bathroom.

Draken kissed your temple. “I still think you look hot.”

“Of course you do.” You said, rolling your eyes at him. You pulled your skirt back down over your ass and thighs, smoothed your hair down a little, and put on a brave face as you fled the restroom, your boyfriend following closely behind.

Sitting back down at the crowded table, you avoided any and all eye contact and instead found solace in the plethora of appetizers waiting for your return.

Silence had fallen over the table as Draken took his seat next to you, all the boys (and Hina) staring at your disheveled appearance. You could feel their eyes burning into you, but not a word was spoken.

Draken grabbed the bottle of wine in front of him and turned to you, smiling at how cute you looked having just been destroyed in the restroom. He glanced around the table filled with his friends. “More wine, anyone?”

tags: @erxnslut @souyawn @toallmyhusbandos

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[vennussy]

Ronance Fic Idea #2: Single Mom Nancy x Soccer Coach To Her Child Robin AU

hi welcome to another episode of its currently 1am and venny is self projecting, in today's episode we have the second part to my ronance ideas yipee!! here's the link to the first part [tw: mentions of torture and murder there] and sit back and relax since this one is more wholesome 🥰

edit: i started this at 2am and finished at 3:30am so pls beware there will be mistakes and i'll reread it tmrw when im not dying. im sorry who has to suffer through this now tho, may the lesbian goddesses be with you

set in a modern-ish time (I'm still not sure when this fic would take place in but definitely not the 80s) with no upsidedown or anything like that, and because of this nancy doesn't end up with jonathan.

nancy and steve were young and experimenting when steve accidentally gets nancy pregnant at 17. nancy's dad doesnt allow her to abort and practically disowns her while karen, the sweet angel she is, helps nancy with little max so she can learn how to take care of a child while still being able to go to school.

at some point steve and nancy breaks up mutually due to the fact they started to fall out of love and that raising max wasn't making their collapsing relationship better. but to this day, steve still stays in hawkins, working multiple jobs to send money to nancy for max's welfare and college. (ik he was an ass in s1 but idc, i want him to be a good dad)

after nancy finishes her college (let's say she doesnt go to emerson but another high level college in indiana), a year later, nancy gets a job and boston where her and max officially move to at the age of 23 for nancy and 6 for max.

HERE COMES THE SELF PROJECTING WOO!!

since nancy was practically away all the time due to her studies, she didnt really got to raise max that well and have a distant relationship with her. after they move to boston, nancy tries to fix her ralationship with max. and though max loves her and understands why she practically wasnt there for half of her life, she just doesn't know her own mother that well anymore, so she distance herself and nancy having a family who are also distant, didnt know what to do.

(i am totally not self projecting my own mother's neglection when i was younger only for her to try harder around my peak teen years and being absolutely successful bcs i love my mom so much and she's still trying her best)

ANYWAYS !! who else to save their relationship than Robin "I Will Love Someone And I Will Show It In Every Way" Buckley!!!

nancy is 31 now and is the chief editor for the popular boston bugle papers (hehe fallout 4 reference), whereas max is 14, starting her first year in highschool. they're relationship is still a bit strained but if not improving little by little until one day max comes home eagerly and tells nancy about a new friend she met in school that asked her to join the soccer team after seeing her kick the ball during her gym class (said friend was jane hopper). nancy was nothing but supportive of the idea and asked her how she could join.

apparently for freshmen newcomers, they have to go to this initiation with a parent or guardian just to get direct permission for their child but if not then a signed form is plausible. ofc nancy chooses the former option wanting to watch her daughter play in a school team for the first time as she was interested in sports like softball, volleyball, basketball and skateboarding but never commiting to it through a school team until now.

SO INITIATION DAY COMES !!!

nancy is sitting along the outside bleachers just people watching and looking at max with jane and all that shit when the presentation comes and the official gym teacher introducing herself. thats when the most beautiful woman comes in looking distressed and interrupts her during her introduction to the parents and children. nancy finds out that the woman was the soccer coach who only part-times as a coach for the school soccer team. robin buckley.

obv robin looked distress bcs her ass woke up late and was almost late to the intiation.

now the pining insues, nancy practically staring at robin the whole intiation and only looking away once in a while to watch her daughter beat the shit out of everyone else in the team along with her new friend like holy shit bro.

during the intiation she meets a nice woman named joyce where nancy can finally be friends with and tells nance that she's actually the mother of max's new friend. and yadda yadda plot plot.

SO thats the most of it now on to the little fun facts of the story !!

max is ginger bcs karen's parents and her are ginger but she dyes her hair blonde so dont be confused

steve is practically besties with nancy now and has the same distant relationship problems with max too, but she still loves him

"mom, why is my second name mayfield?" "bcs you decided that you wanted me to have a miserable time while i was out on the field with your dad and left my stomach. it was may at the time too" "oh-"

nancy has dated people in the past but none of them stayed that long due to nancy's distant personality and max's evil gremlin one

max def got her sarcasm from nance. who else? steve? yeah no.

robin is 28 in the fic and is not the sweet innocent robin we know 🥺 i mean she is still sweet and caring but not so innocent if u know what i mea- *gunshot*

joyce was very sweet at learning that max was a teen pregnancy and even often invites her and nancy for dinner

nancy meets jonathan and they become friends

fun fact will was there for el's intiation bcs he could never miss a soccer game for el as el could never miss any of will's award night for his paintings!!

robin and max get along well through soccer AND their sarcasm towards the boys

nancy is unlabled and doesnt care who she dates as long she likes them and can love max too

nancy teaches max all of about sexuality and gender respectfully thats why max is so open minded

nancy doesnt fall for robin at first sight, she was mostly intrigued and attracted to her but the more they talk the more she fell for her

gonna uni reverse this shit and say nancy fell first but robin fell harder

robin part times as a soccer coach and full time as a barista in a coffee shop

thats how they officially met

robin is new to boston, she only moved a few months ago from france, her parents are american tho

max loves hearing robin's adventures while traveling around europe

robin is very physical and bcs of this, she teaches nancy (indirectly ofc) how to express love through simple gestures and she starts doing this to max

when max was hugged tightly for the first time than what she can remember from nancy, she freezes and nancy thinks she made a mistake before max hugs back

max soon realizes that she loves physical affection

robin calls nancy the sweetest things and tells her that a compliment, even small, to max wont hurt

"hey max?" "yeah?" "good job during the game today, im proud of you" "........*sobs*" "MAX?!"

safe to say max and nancy's relationship started to heal and they often even joke around now, something they almost never do due to nancy's reserve personality and max's distant one

"mom pls tell me you weren't looking at coach buckley's ass today" "okay fine i wont!" "...." "*whispering* i do it everyday-" "MOM PLEASE"

robin then shows nancy the beauty of quality time love language, something nancy lacked with max

anyways thats all for now, i hope yall know i started writing this at 2am and its now 3:39am

I HAD FUN THO!!! this one was a woozy to write but i hope yall enjoyed it, maybe i will write a fic of this since i loved it sm

we'll see 👀👀

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: Aggressor 🔞 (8)

In which Jungkook doesn't care what needs to be done, or what bones need to be broken. He'll do anything, if it means he gets to put food on the table- and gets to keep you safe. He promised, after all.

Tags/warnings: violence, angst, blood and wounds, mentions of abandonment and homelessness, bounty hunter!Jungkook, guns, wanted!Reader, crimes, murder, reader canceled someone's life subscription in self defense oops, jungkook is a little cold but he's soft inside trust me, I know it doesn't seem like it, there is a little fluff if you squint, put your contacts in its there I promise, swearing, listen it's not a children's tale haha, smut, protected bc yes, we wrap it even as criminals, handjob in a bathroom oops², dark humor, Jeon Bam as the best bodyguard of all times

Additional Chapter Warnings: spicy content, Taehyung being a cockblock, making out, jungkook in leather pants

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Time flies by, especially with company, jungkook notices.

You're laying low every time he's out or has someone visiting, and he's grateful for that. In a time like this, people would instantly use someone like you to pressure him- or to simply hurt him. Because yes, while he doesn't openly admit it yet, he's grown quite fond of you; not only are you pretty, but you're a good soul as well. And that's something rare these days.

Bam has become attached to you as well at this point- tho8gh he's sure it's more or less because of the treats you feed him whenever jungkook himself isn't looking. But it's fine, because it's you;and he's come to develop a soft spot for you.

What he didn't expect however was the situation he was in now; his hand on the back of your head buried in your hair, you sitting on his thigh while his lips and tongue eagerly devour yours in heated kisses. It's nothing like he'd experienced before; it's not just something necessary to get down and dirty, but something entirely else. He feels like he could happily just keep on kissing you like this; the feeling addicting, just as much as your breathless whimpers as you hold onto the leather straps that decorate his body.

The cotton balls and antiseptic on the table next to you long forgotten, the cut on the bridge of his nose not even on his mind anymore.

The only thing on his mind is you- how you let him bite your lower lip teasingly, how you begin to squirm and move over his thigh, and how his unoccupied hand smky creeps underneath your dress, skin warm underneath his palm. And then you're gone; hurrying away back into the bedroom, and he's instantly on his feet as he points his gun at a surprised Taehyung standing in the door. "Fucking hell.." jungkook groans under his breath, sitting back down defeated, while the older guy laughs.

"I'm so sorry man, you said you weren't screwing her!" He jokes, patting his friend on the shoulder.

"Well now I'm certainly not." He mumbles, before he looks at his friend. "I hope you have a good reason to be here." He growls, and Taehyung chuckles.

"I actually do." He says, before placing an envelope down. "I brought some cash."

"Thats an awful lot. What for?" He wonders, always suspicious if something doesn't add up right away.

"Call it bribery or your new monthly paycheck." He says, turning the envelope around so jungkook can see a name. It's the gang the old guy had belonged to; the same that had technically hired him to shut you up. "They know you have her."

"I'm not killing her." Jungkook instantly replies, pushing the money back into taehyungs hands. "Take it and leave."

"Its not a hit-job." Taehyung tells him, putting the money down again. "More like a shut-up-job." He explains. "The deal stands as follows; keep her quiet, and they keep sending you cash. Monthly." He shrugs, and jungkook looks at the money for a moment.

He does need it. He could buy better food, maybe even upgrade his home a little, get you some warmer clothes for when it'll get colder.

So jungkook takes it, but not without adding something before Taehyung can leave. "I'll talk to her first." He says. "I'm not deciding this alone."

"Oh she better agree to this." Taehyung comments, turning to leave. "The only other option is her head on a silver plate."

And jungkook knows, he's not joking.

He hopes you understand.

[fairestwriting]

Iebejejwwj I love your writing first of all its just 😙👌 don't suppose you could do the nrc staffs reaction to finding out that yuu doesn't want to go home because one or both of their parents are just straight up arseholes. I know that if I was in yuu's position I'd see crowley as a father so as long as it includes him im not overly bothered what you do with this in just kinda intrested as to what you can do with it, obviously you don't have to do it lol

~ xoxo

yuu has just gained 3 new dads- i didnt do sam for this bc he has so little content i couldnt think of anything, hope thats ok >_<

+ ko-fi link, if anyone feels like financially supporting my writing

Dire Crowley

He’s giving them a friendly little push on the shoulder as they stand in front of the Mirror -- Come on, he’s finally found a way to take them home, aren’t they excited? They’ll get to meet all the people that they have missed for so long!

He looks like he’s kicking them out for a moment lol-

“What’s wrong, now? I’ve finally found a way to take you home, aren’t I so kind for doing that?” He asks in that pompous voice of his, but deflates a bit when he notices the grim expression on their face.

Well, they didn’t think they would have gotten to the point where they’d actually have to go home, now this was just... -- They look down, and mumble that they don’t want to go.

Crowley is confused, quick to question them. Why not? Anyone else would have loved to be able to see their home again!

Awkwardly, they explain the issues they used to face at home before coming here. It’s the first time they mentioned it since arriving at the school, all the stories about how awful their parents are feel...wrenched out of them. It hurts to talk about it.

Crowley immediately goes quiet upon listening to them. All of his lighthearted act is just gone for a moment. He’s careless, usually, but this was just... too much to ignore.

“Then, would you prefer to stay?” He asks, sounding a bit gentler. “You’re already enrolled here, after all.”

It’s not an issue to just close up the Mirror and call it a day. They’re a student already, they can just go back to their activities -- But after hearing about all of this Crowley feels wrong leaving them alone too much, he’ll make sure they’re doing alright. The chores given to them decrease in quantity very soon.

Mozus Trein

“You’re not supposed to still be here.” Trein points out as soon as he enters the room with the Mirror, seeing as the odd transfer student hadn’t gone home yet, even after the headmaster found a way to take them there. “Is the Mirror not working properly?”

Yuu flinches when the teacher shows up -- They’d been alone in the room for a while, after having told Crowley they’d get into the Mirror soon, but since then they’d just been stalling...

Trein is someone who’s pretty intimidating, and that gets to them now, specifically. They’re unsure of what to say, so they just look down, feeling cornered... before they admit that, actually, they don’t want to go.

Trein has a scolding ready at the tip of his tongue, but when they blurt out about their parents being bad to them, all the words leave his mind.

So, he’s pretty strict and seems unapproachable to his students, right -- But he’s also a father himself, he raised his own two daughters all alone since his wife passed away, and he was doing his utmost best when they were Yuu’s age. Hearing that someone’s parents can act this way just breaks his heart.

“Then you’ll not be going back.” He just decides, placing a hand on their shoulder. He’d talk this out with Crowley, there’s no way he’s letting this kid go back into their bad situation. He refuses to let something like this happen.

Also reminds them, before he leaves, that in any worst case scenario, his home’s doors are open to them. He can't believe some parents just act like this, no kid deserves to be treated poorly by the ones supposed to love them.

Divus Crewel

"What are you doing just lounging around here?" He asks, the sound of his heels' clack filling the silent room, where Yuu was staring at the mirror. "Crowley told me you were supposed to be home, now."

Yikes, caught red-handed. Yuu knew they'd have to do something about this sooner or later, they couldn't just stay in front of the Mirror and delay coming home or explaining that they don't want to do that, but being caught by Crewel as they did it felt like a worst case scenario.

Like Trein, he's another teacher that seems scary and unapproachable because of how demanding they are, Crewel has that presentation stick tapping against his palm as he stares at them, Yuu is just certain that they're screwed.

Might as well get it over with, since Crewel would end up pushing them to leave anyway, since this was what the headmaster ordered now -- So they tell him, in hurried mumbles, that they didn't want to go home because of how their parents treated them. They'd rather stay here, even if that meant they couldn't see the other people they loved.

Surprisingly, Crewel is the one who visibly softens the most, the stick on his hand going still, his stern expression fading in an instant.

He asks them, tentatively, about what their parents had been doing before, assuring that if they don't want to tell him about it, they don't have to. If they decide to open up about it, he'll listen to every detail attentively.

When they’re done, he’s shaking his head, sighing. He doesn’t have children of his own, but he cares about his students’ safety a lot, and to find out one of them have been going through this and he had no idea...

“Do you want me to talk to Crowley about this? I don’t think forcing you to go home would be a good idea.” He’ll suggest. The conversation stays in his mind, too, and if he notices they’re upset in his class, he’ll be more prone to asking them if anything’s wrong.

[tezzbot]

applejack headcanons in a sort of timeline i have in my head based on the flashbacks/statements in the show lol this is gonna get long i apologise

aj is born in the sweet apple acres barn to bright mac and pear butter :D

we get the apple family reunion episode flashback where she is lichrally baby asking for apple fritters 🥺

she grows up a bit, just by family gene pool luck shes a strong little fucker and as she grows her family realises she's not just physically strong but strong willed too, it becomes a running joke that shes secretly part mule with how stubborn she can be :P

bright mac had a dog from when he was younger that he loved with all his heart, big mac loved him too but applejack thought was a grumpy old lump of a beast she just Did Not Like This Animal you know how kids can be lmaooo

applejack and big mac dont really leave the farm all that much, theyre homeschooled by their parents and granny smith so, generally they dont have that many friends their age in their childhood, they say hi and play a bit with fillies and colts they pass while helping out with deliveries, aj and rarity possibly have a few interactions through this but nothing really sticks at this point, they know each others names and thats probably it, the apple siblings are a big hit with usual customer and ponies who sell them things in the market

pear butter teaches aj how to play the guitar and she practices until her hooves hurt, her ma is very proud of her, they like to play duets when they have some alone time :] then, deciding to branch out from that applejack also picks up other instruments like the banjo and the fiddle, they find out she has quite a knack for music! (applejack is only slightly disappointed she doesnt get her cutie mark from it, but unlike applebloom would be in the future, she doesnt mind all that much, after all granny smith always said it'd come with time 😌)

not long after little applebloom is born we get the great seedling episode flashback which is a turning point in applejack, a moment like finding out santa or the tooth fairy isnt real, she matures a little bit that day, gains more of the work ethic we see in her as an adult

around this time is when bright mac and pear butter die :( i dont have a concrete headcanon on How they die but the dangerous trade routes the apples have to take to make deliveries may have had something to do with it, or maybe they were trying to protect the farm from something coming from the everfree forest, im not sure

the rest of the apple family make their way to sweet apple acres to give their condolences and help out in any way they can around the farm while our apples grieve :( its sad but it brings aj and big mac closer than they'd ever been

after shes recovered a little from that, i think aj kind of loses herself, i mean how can you not after losing both parents :(( so she decides to leave the farm in the hopes she'll be able to find herself again in manehattan, this is the cutie mark chronicles flashback and where she realises she belongs in ponyville, Runs home and gets her cutiemark

after a little bit, to help her become a little bit more social with foals her age, applejack goes to camp friendship where she meets little coloratura and the two Immediately click, aj gives her new best friend the nickname rara and they're practically inseparable the whole summer, their friendship starts to grow into something more but rara is heading back to manehatten after camp and applejack belongs back in ponyville, so they decide to give a lonb distance relationship a try, they manage to exchange letters back and forth for a long time, ultimately deciding a long distance relationship wasnt gonna work so they mutually decide to break up but still stay pen pals! after a while, the letters stop and they become just a memory in one anothers minds

sweet apple acres eventually returns to a business as usual state, with groups of relatives stopping by the farm now and again to give a helping hoof considering its now run by a late-middle aged lady, two children and a baby lol, applejack, while still doing a lot of tree bucking, is starting to take on a more maternal figure role in applebloom's life as well as being her sister, her and big mac feels more responsible and protective of the foal since she would be growing up with no ma and pa, they sort of took on those roles, applejack more intensely i guess i just see her as having strong maternal instincts embedded in her or something lol, but she for sure isnt "single mom"ing it, with granny smith and other relatives ready to take the little bugger when aj needs to get stuff done :P it takes a village and all that lmao

since at this time aj and big mac are starting to go into town more often and are free to do as they please as long as their chores get done, they start actually interacting more with teens their age in ponyville! applejack starts hanging out with fillies like rarity who she had known in passing but now could finally get to know and the cake's new apprentice and ponyvilles youngest party planner, pinkie pie

after starting to hit some awkward growth spurts as she reaches her teens lol, she starts taking an interest in the business side of the farmwork too, dealings with customers, looking into trade routes stuff like that, this is when the where the apple lies flashback takes place i fuckin love that episode please watch it, and this starts applejack's lifelong promise to never lie ever again which she keeps bc shes a legend as fuck <3

one day aj notices cloudsdale passing through probably to start preparing ponyville for the next season, and she hears a Thud coming from a row or two over from where she's working, she goes over to investigate to find a pegasus filly shaking off what aj can only assume was a crash, she asks if shes alright, n the filly is like of course i am im so tough toughest around actually thanks<3 and aj is internally like hm. this kids kinda annoying. they introduce themselves and applejack finds out rainbow dash is looking for her friend fluttershy, she likes to come down from cloudsdale to play with animals or something, but applejack hasnt seen any yellow pegasi fillies around so the little blue filly says thanks anyway and zips off at what aj can only describe as probably the speed of light, she somehow has a strange feeling this isnt gonna be the last she sees of this kid

she turns out to be right when shes invited to a happy visit to ponyville from cloudsdale party thrown for rainbow and fluttershy, apparently rainbow had bumped into pinkie while asking around ponyville for any idea where fluttershy and of course pinkie Had to make an event out of it once she had helped rainbow find her friend, the party was of course a lot of fun rainbow and aj somehow managed to turn every party game into a competition and despite their first impressions of one another they actually got along really well and gained a good amount of respect for each other, aj eventually found fluttershy sort of hiding away from most of the party and fluttershy actually opened up a little after talking with aj bc of how calming her presence was for her

over the next few years the five got to know each other quite well, anytime cloudsdale passed by rainbow and fluttershy would drop into ponyville to hang out or just say hi, and once they were old enough they moved into their ponyville houses and the five of them became just a regular friend group youd see hanging out on the streets of ponyville, fluttershy helps aj pick out a border collie puppy for help with wrangling critters on the farm (applebloom was getting too old to be sent off to mindlessly run after little animals all the time and she had started going to school so she wasnt around as much lmaoo) and just as a companion for applejack, she names her Winona :]

and then after those few years Twilight shows up! you know the rest from there :P

if i missed anything uhhh whoops<3 lol

[urbfsecretgf]

The boy next door. (pt2.)

a/n: no one asked for more but im just gonna keep posting as i write bc its fun :)

(everything is made up including names, family members and text messages)

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you look at the message from vinnie and smile.

"what are you so smiley about y/n?" you mom says in a jokingly way

"she met a boy at the ice cream shop" jack says sounding annoyed

"soooo whats his name, is he cute, how old is he, where does he live, i wanna know everything"

your mom has always been a little nosey when it comes to boys, especially ones that make you smile.

"mommmmmm" you say

"oh come on i just wanna know"

"okay fine" you give in "his names vinnie and he lives next door, he came into the ice cream shop while we were waiting and he complimented me on my ice cream choice"

your mom laughs and says; "he seems like a very sweet boy, why dont you invite him and his family over for dinner tomorrow?"

"we arent moved in fully yet mom" jack interrupts

"oh vinnie offered to come over tomorrow and help move stuff in, you can invite him and his family over for dinner when hes here if you want to"

your mom sits and thinks about it for a second. she's never liked asking for help "you know we could use the extra hands, if you want to text him and see if hes willing to come over around 10 and help unload boxes that would be wonderful. i'll make lunch too depending on how long it takes"

"YES!" you scream in excitement, "i'll text him right now and see if he can. love you mom!"

you run upstairs and let out a squeal. you where so excited to see your dream boy again.

you text vinnie and throw your phone on your bed.

"oh shoot!" you yelled. "if he does come over i have to clean my room i can have it look like this." you look down at your floor and see all the laundry scattered everywhere.

"im such a mess"

you put on your favorite playlist and start dancing while you clean your room.

*BZZ*

"mom! he said hes coming over tomorrow!"

"sounds good!"

you keep cleaning your room but eventually fall asleep because you had a long day today.

when you woke up you checked the time.

"ITS 10:45??"

your alarm never went off causing you to over sleep.

"i havent showered, i havent gotten ready, i havent done anything! and my room still isnt clean UGHHHH!"

you quickly throw on a pair of pajama bottoms and a crop top you found in your closet, you put dry shampoo in and throw your hair into a bun.

you grabbed your glasses and run down stairs.

"well good morning sleeping beauty" vinnie says to you staring at you.

"OMG YOU'RE HERE!"

"yeah you told me to come over... your mom is an amazing lady i must say, i also didnt know you wore glasses"

"MY GLASSES NOOOO!" you panic realizing you didnt have time to put your contacts in

"calm down its okay y/n. i like them." vinnie smiles at you.

"his smile is so pretty, and his eyes, wow." you think to yourself.

"y/n?" your mom says

"huh?"

"you okay? you zoned out for a second"

"OH yeah no im great." you realize you zoned out while staring at vinnie who was in a white tank top and is wearing a baseball cap. you couldnt stop yourself from starring.

"hey mom.." jack says "i found this in with the books"

you look at jack and realize hes holding your old bra

"JACK THATS MINE STOP" you gasp. oh boy that's embarrassing.

vinnie starts laughing and looks at you.

"stop laughing"

you're so embarrassed that he just saw that.

"dont worry y/n its okay. my dog had my boxers on her head after she went snooping in my room."

you can't help but to laugh a little.

the thought of seeing his dog with his boxers on her head is something you would pay to see.

"alright so is there anything else you would like me to move Mrs. Anderson?" vinnie asks your mom

"i dont believe so unless y/n or jack has anything to move" your mom looks at you and your brother waiting for a response.

jack breaks the silence and goes "nope, i think everything is in my room already."

"y/n do you have anything you need help unpacking or anything?" he looks at you and his eyes are this beautiful chocolate brown color.

"yeah i do actually."

vinnie and you head up to your room

"im sorry its such a mess i was trying to clean it last night but i must have fell asleep."

"don't worry about it, my room is way worse than this"

he reaches for a magazine he sees and giggles

"whats so funny? HEY PUT THAT DOWN!"

he laughs and sets it back down

"you know i think its cute."

"whats cute?'

"you, everything about you."

you roll your eyes and smile

"you're dumb Mr. Hacker, but you're cute as well"

"thank you Ms. Hacker."

"what did you say?"

"huh? nothing, anyways is that all you wanted me to help with?"

"yeah thats it thank you."

vinnie walks downstairs and you follow.

your mom is in the kitchen with your brother.

"oh vinnie before you leave, would you and your family like to come over for dinner tonight?" vinnie looks at you and then at your mom.

"i think they would be delighted to come over for dinner tonight Mrs. Anderson, i'll text them right now."

you go into the living room to watch some tv. vinnie follows and sits next to you.

*BZZ*

vinnies phone goes off

"they said they would love to come over, do you have a time in mind on when they should come over?"

"does 7:30 work?"

"that will work just fine."

looking at the time you realize you and vinnie have spent 5 hours together already.

"i should probably get heading home, i have to shower and get ready for dinner tonight, see you then everyone!" he kisses your cheek and heads out the door.

"bye vinnie see you tonight!" your mom and brother exclaim

"what a sweet boy" mom says

*4 hours later, 7:00 PM*

"Vinnie and his family will be over in 30 mins please make sure everything is ready and make sure you guys are ready aswell"

your mom has always been one to make sure everything and everyone looks good before any guest come over.

the door bell rings.

"y/n!! can you please get the door?"

you rush downstairs and open the door.

"hey y/n, wow you look good"

you curled your hair, put makeup on, and are wearing your nice fancy dress.

"hey vin i could say the same thing about you."

both of you are dressed up very nicely. he's wearing his blue suit and has his shirt buttoned down showing chest tattoo.

something about his tattoos drive you insane. you love them.

he introduces his family to yours

"i never knew you had a twin brothers." you say as your brother and his run off to the backyard.

"yeah they are a real pain in the ass"

"i know what that's like"

the two of you laugh

"this is a beautiful house you have jackie and you have 2 beautiful children as well" vinnies mom says to yours

"well thank you sandy im very blessed with what i have gotten in life, your 3 boys are such angels especially vinnie here. hes been very helpful today and i really appreciate it."

he smiles at your mom and then at you

"dinner was amazing, thank you for inviting us over and introducing us to your family, we are going to have a bbq here this weekend if you guys want to join." vinnies dad offers

"we will be there"

"awesome, well we best get going its late and we both have work in the morning, thank you again."

"yeah anytime! thank you guys for coming."

you say goodnight to vinnie and his family and head upstairs.

*BZZ*

New Message from Vinnie <3: you looked absolutely stunning tonight

To Vinnie <3: thank you vin, you looked very handsome tonight as well i must say, you look handsome every night tho.

From Vinnie <3: you're cute, goodnight luv sleep well :)

you set your phone down and smile. hes truly the best guy you have ever met.

[extravaguk]

santa&prada

part of my opposites attract! series. 

ksj / knj / myg / jhs / kth / jjk

pairing: rich!jimin x reader

summary: Yeah, Park Jimin most likely didn't even realize he was being a rude and disrespectful son of a bitch.

wordcount: 5k

genre: smut - angst(? - fluff (? idk u tell me

rated: m 

warnings: a christmas fic in late november, cursing, a huge misunderstanding lmao, i call jimin ‘park jimin’ too many times bc i felt like it, car sex, oral (f recieving), some good ole spanking, (kinda) rough and unprotected sex, a lil of dirty talk, spit kink. thats about it. just an excuse to write jimin fucking you in a car. jimin is not as bad as oc thinks srsly.

The first time you meet Park Jimin is through mutual friends. On a firday night on December, with white, red and green lights decorating the streets of New York, filled with the typical hustle of the masses doing last minute Christmas shopping, the freezing weather impacting your body temperature, cursing yourself for choosing tights, a skirt and heeled boots that are too pretty but too uncomfortable to wear.

You had never considered yourself a particular enthusiast of Christmas festivities. You guess discovering Santa Claus was, actually, your parents before the rest of the kids in your class was one of the many reasons that made you grow up too soon and therefore, not allowing you to fully enjoy the month of December. Or maybe it had nothing to do with Santa, and more to do with your parents deciding to get a divorce a day before Christmas Eve. A traumatic event for seven year old you, but completely forgotten and overcome by twenty-four year old present you.

Growing up each Christmas suffering the consecuences of a shared custody would have probably had a disastrous effect on anybody else, but not you. Although the separation was a tough reality to accept at first, fortunately your parents were always capable of raising you in an environment full of love and affection, just like any other kid. And you prided yourself on having moved on from those circumstances a long time ago (even if your therapist disagreed and blamed many of your behaviors on it. Whatever.)

To put it simply, December was just not the month for you. It was just another month, like the remaining eleven of the year, except Mariah Carey's voice was heard every five minutes everywhere you'd go and people gave each other presents as if it was only during that time of the year when they remembered their loved ones. 

The only thing you could thank Christmas for were the well deserved two weeks of holidays our work allowed until the new year's arrival. Fifteen days of rest, peace and baking those gingerbread cookies that Seokjin died for and that you sincerely denoted as nauseating.

You truly had no idea what exactly you did wrong that night. You don't know if it was something you said, or something you did, but what you did know was that Park Jimin pursued a silent and personal vendetta against you that continued nowadays.

"Here are your disgusting cookies, you filthy animal." it might have been that very first sentence you said when you entered the bar and reunited with your friends that didn't cause a good impression. "Shit, it's cold as fuck. My nipples are harder than my life." or maybe it was your selection of words while you waved every familiar face hello until you stopped to look at the only (pretty. too pretty, as well) one you had never seen before.

"_____, it's Chrismtas! Santa Clause will only bring you a lump of coal if you keep cursing like that!" Lisa laughed while she kissed your cheek and made space for you to sit next to her. "Oh, by the way, this is Jimin. A friend of Namjoon. He's a newbie!"

Park Jimin was stunning, you had no trouble admitting that. You weren't blind, you weren't stupid, and you could go as far as theorize that his dark eyes, his light and always immaculate styled hair, his sharp jawline and those plump lips as red as cherries must have been sculpted by Satan himself.

Fuck, you were even sure you'd be on your knees in front of Park Jimin in an alternative universe begging for his dick inside your mouth. But in the universe where you and the real Park Jimin reside, he would never come near you unless somebody was aiming a gun into his skull.

You're not precisely sure what it was, but a brief exchange of glances and an evasive and sligh shake of hands with Park Jimin was enough to make you feel ashamed and withdrawn for the rest of the night.

If Jimin wasn't even able to drop a polite "Nice to meet you", he sure as hell wasn't able to pretend you even existed.

Even the small talk you had tried to engaged with him about his shiny pair of shoes went terribly wrong.

"Oh, are those Dolce and Gabbana?"

"Dolce and Gabbana are homphobic, racist and sexist, so no" the grimace on his face should've been enough to make you regret speaking to him in the first place , but the snarky voice of his made you want to run away and hide from him until next Christmas.

In reality, you swore you didn't care. Seriously. Other's opinions were never something that could easily bother you or keep you awake at night. You had always turned a deaf ear to the cruel children that made fun of you due to your parent's divorce, you had always ignored the amount of men that never considered you "ladylike" enough (what the fuck did that even mean, anyway? what exactly made a lady and what didn't?), and you had always disregarded any envous comment surrounding you.

So, fuck Park Jimin! You had said to yourself. He's just a well mannered rich boy. Somebody who didn't resemble you in any aspect. A stupid, pretentious, spoiled boy who's had everything he's ever wanted in the palm of his hand, unlike you. Who the fuck cares what Park Jimin thinks? 

But apparently, you did. 

You would have never placed such importance to whatever it was that roamed inside Jimin's head if his appearances in your group of friends hadn't been so recurrent.

Because each time you were forced to see Jimin's face, you were also forced to experience a strange knot of discomfort and humilliation growing in your stomach in his mere presence. It's not like Jimin did anything specific to make you feel that way. He might not even do it on purpose, or his intentions might not be entirely evil. Maybe he simply didn't realize how he always avoided being by your side like the plague, or how his body immediately tensed and he balled his hands into fists everytime you were less than two feet away from him, or how he would look at you from the corner of his eye everytime you decided you speak, almost as if he was waiting for you to shut up to finally let out the air he was containing inside his lungs in relief.

Yeah, Park Jimin most likely didn't even realize he was being a rude and disrespectful son of a bitch.

And with time, you couldn't help but attribute that disdain and hostility that Park Jimin always directed at you to the many undeniable differences that constituted each of you. Park Jimin, with his impeccable and always well ironed Prada shirts, his spotless trousers, jewelry that probably costed more than three of your annual salaries, and always emanating that Givenchy fragance that screamed "wealth!" every rare occasion you could experiment his presence next to you. Exactly two years after that first meeting with Park Jimin, you hadn't been able to avoid reciprocating that feeling of contempt towards him. Not when you were the only victim of his arrogance. Everybody loved Park Jimin, and Park Jimin loved everyone. 

Except you.

Clinging to your glass of Don Pérignon and finishing the rest of the liquid in one go, you try to snap out of your own thoughts, reminding yourself to return to the conversation you're currently having with Taehyung about a pretty waitress that he's met during one of his art exhibitions (or at least that's what you think you caught him say) and forcing yourself by all means to stop observing the friendly and kind smiles that Park Jimin was shooting to those present from across the room and that you will never be able to achieve. 

"_____? Are you even listening to me, darling?" Taehyung's voice is what makes you finally look away from the dumb blond standing on the opposite side of the room, blinking a few times before clearing your throat. 

"Sorry, Tae." letting out a sigh, you try to brush back and put in place the strand of hair that escaped the intricate hairdo you had tried and so miserably failed to do yourself to try to fit in and hopefully impress such environment of preppy and privilaged people (ahem, Park Jimin)  falling on your forehead as best as you can. "Just been really stressed this week and I'm on another planet. You know how I feel about Christmas. I think I need a new flute of . Or five."

Taehyung sends you a look full of empathy and places one of his hands in your shoulder, squeezing lightly in a comforting way. "I'll get you another one. I'll be right back." You quickly interrupt him though, to prevent him from standing up before you.

"No, really. I'll go. I need some fresh air anyways, if you don't mind." And of course Taehyung doesn't mind, so you get on your feet as graceously as your tipsy state allowed you to (who told you it was a good idea to drink three glasses in less than thirty minutes of the extremely expensive champagne Taehyung had brought to the Christmas party he had organized and why did it convince you it would appease your anxiey?) and make your way towards the table where the rest of the bottles are. A table dangerously close to the conversation Jimin and that friend of Lisa (whose name you don't remember) were having.

Both are with their backs turned and, honestly, you take a silent moment to thank God or whatever is up there because the last thing you need right now is yet another awkward interaction with Jimin, so you try as best as you can to refill your glass of champagne to get out of there as soon as possible, praying to make your exit going unnoticed.

But no. Because the stars and the universe loved to align to make you suffer! They love to play with your karma and they love making you damn that one day you didn't help that lady cross the street. They love making you regret buying those plastic straws. They love making you feel guilty for hacking your neighbour's Wifi when you run out of money to pay for yours. Because the moment you try to take a hold of the bottle in your hands, it slips out of your grasp, and you're watching in slow motion how the sparkling berverage ends up spilling all over the extremely expensive (or so you assume. Balenciaga maybe) suit pants Park Jimin decided to wear that night.

Everything is kind of blurry and you can't even hear anything. You can only watch as Park Jimin turns around, lips parted and eyebrows furrowed, until his eyes find you, the bane of his existance and immediately recognizing the culprit of his now drenched piece of clothing. And you can watch as, once again, his gaze turns almost black and narrow lightly as to reprimend you for what you've caused. But of course he doesn't say a word. He has nothing to say. He doesn't even look surprised. No. Because obviously, Park Jimin knew that if there was somebody in this room willing to ruin his night, it would be you, and only you.

"Shit!" you're the first one to break the strained silence, but that only makes Jimin flinch. "Shit, shit, shit. I'm so fucking dumb! J-Jimin, I'm so sorry, let me just go grab a paper tow-"

"Don't." his voice cuts through you. Literally cuts through you. Because it's not often that Park Jimin decides to aim his words at you, but everytime he does it holds the same frigid tone. Like knives trying to painfully stab your being. "Just, don't."

In reality, you don't know a lot of things and you don't know what causes what happens next. You don't know if it's the specific time of the year, you don't know if it's your internal stress, or if it's Park Jimin, his voice, or the fact that he will never like you. But it's instant. They way something compresses your chest, and suddenly your eyes are not glaced by the alcohol but by something wet that threatens to flow. You would never admit to anyone they're tears.

So, shutting your mouth and swallowing the uncomfortable feeling of anguish in your throat, leaving your flute forgotten on the table and grabbing the bottle instead. Without saying a word, your feet start moving up the stairs of the ridiculously enourmous house Taehyung owns towards the first free and empty balcony you can find. Free of people and free of Park Jimin.

Closing the large window behind you, you allow yourself to close your eyes and take a deep breath; the icy temperature outside immediately welcoming you. Although the hairs on your arm stand up and you know you're probably going to catch a cold (because the dress you've chosen for the dinner is not at all appropiate for such winter climate), at least the tension in your body seems to disappear while oxygen keeps that ugly feeling in your heart at bay from continuing to choke you.

With shaky hands, you take a big gulp straight from the champagne bottle. Fuck Park Jimin. No man will ever have the power to make you feel what you're feeling right now.  Fuck Park Jimin. And fuck his beautiful face and his ability to make you tremble and fear looking like an idiot. Fuck his fancy clothes and his perfect manicured hands and his marvelous but frigthening presence. 

Knock knock.

The sound makes you jump back from the window, hand grasping your chest while you turn around, coming face to face with the man in question.  Your first instinct is to ignore him. But that thought is already out of the way when it's him the one who struggles with the window lock before opening and taking a step towards you. You step back as he steps in, raising your head up high and puffing your chest. Because your second instinct is to tell Park Jimin to go fuck himself.

"_____, I would like to-"

"You would like to what?" Jimin looks taken aback at your harshness. Alcohol has always been a weapon of mass destruction in your system, provoking words to flow too easily and without filter out of your mouth, more than they already do when you're sober. Especially when it's mixed with the frustration you've been harboring inside of you for two years. That's why when the words start to come out, they won't stop. "To make me feel like shit one more time? To look at me with that fucking conceited face trying to make me feel like you're better than me? Or would you like to ignore me once again as you always do everytime we're in the same fucking room to make sure I know you hate my mere existance, even if it's just the two of us right now?"

The steam leaving your lips due to the accelerated beat of your heart blurs his face for an instant while he looks at you dumbfounded. The silence and his expression makes you scoff, an acidic smile adorning your face while you take another sip of your drink because even with such a stupid face, he still looks delectable with his white shirt and ruined pants. You turn around, removing a tear that you hadn't even realized had fallen during your speech and that, frankly, you were hoping he hadn't either. You would blame it on the cold, anyway.

This time, a gust of wind running through you from head to toe, making you forget of Park Jimin's presence looming behind you, reminding you it's still December and the fabric of your dress is doing nothing to conceal you from the cold.

But before you can do anything about it and blame yourself for being dumb and not taking your coat with you before deciding to step into balcony, Park Jimin surprises you once again, this time by placing his navy blue blazer over the naked skin of your arms.

Your back straightens when you feel his warm breath caressing the back of your neck, at the same time that a voice you have never heard Park Jimin use with you echoes in your ears.

"I really don't hate you, _____. I..." Jimin wets his lips. His body trembles, but it's not due to lacking his own coat, while his brain hurriedly searches for words eloquent and adequate enough to explain voice his thoughts. "I like you very much, _____."

Scoffing again while you shake your head, you push down with all your inner strenght the incipent fluttering of butterflies in your stomach that Jimin has managed to cause in just a matter of seconds. It's probably the longest sentence you've heard from him in two years, and you don't exactly understand why your body is reacting the way it is. But you're also not willing to give Park Jimin the satisfaction of knowing that. He doesn't deserve it anyway. So with all the courage you can muster, you turn around with your hands clenching.

And even though being at such short distance from Jimin is a bit overwhelming and unexpected for you, the irritation still making your blood bubble is enough to not let a man as handsome as him derail you from your current circumstances.

"Well, fuck you Park Jimin. You certainly have a funny fucking way to sh-" his hands cradling your jaw that pull you closer to him and his lips that silent you roughly, but with surprising care. Only for a moment. A moment in which your body betrays you and make you melt into hir warmth. But his voice, low and sinfully husky, murmurs against your lips. 

"God, that mouth of yours..." he goes back to attacking your own lips, this time more firm than before, snatching a sigh from you. The sound has his tongue asking for permission into your mouth, and with your body betraying you once again, you part your lips to allow him in. It's him who whimpers this time, while one of his hand moving until it reaches the bottle in your hand and letting it drop carelessly onto the floor, ignoring the sound of glass shattering and the future scolding you'll get from Taehyung. Instead, he sneaks that same hand on your waist, pulling your body flush against his, fingers digging onto your skin. "It's been driving me crazy for two years. Two years, _____."

He mumbles between kisses and swipes his tongue against yours, while he stars walking the both of you until your back meets the nearest concrete wall. 

"Two years of having to hear the incessant filthy words that leave your mouth..." his own stop their movements and you catch yourself before begging him to reattaching his lips to yours, enjoying instead the path of wet kisses and bruises his lips traile from your chin to the pulse of your neck "...and trying my best to hide the painful boners I get whenever you're nearby." 

With your eyes shut, your hands are back in motion, ignoring the voice in your head reminding you he's still an asshole and finding their way between Jimin's soft golden strands of hair. He hums in appreciation, sending goosebumps all over your body. "So, s-so why not do anything about it sooner?" you say, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe properly.

You feel Jimin's body tensing before you and he ceases the movement of his lips against your neck. Breaking away, your heart stops, afraid you might have ruined the moment. But Jimin's in search of your eyes, eyebrows very lighlty raised, the intensity of his gaze pinning you in place. You don't know for how long you stare at each other until Jimin comes out of the trance, eyes descending over your flushed cheeks, the very same color as your lips and the soft flesh of your neck until they reach your cleavage, the glimmering fabric encasing your breasts, taunting him the same way they had been doing all night long.

"You scare me so much..." and then, one of his hands repeats the same journey his eyes just did, until he touches your shoulder, right under his own blazer. "Everytime I look at you, all I can think of why the hell a girl as real as you like you would even glance my way." he slides the strap of your dress slowly tentatively, just enough for you to stop his advances if you chose so. You don't. "You're smart in ways I could never compare, so funny it makes me jealous, and so pretty it leaves me speechless. You're...You're everything I'm not."

His voice resonates in the atmosphere, and you would love to blame it on the cold again for how your body has reacted, but your body heat has increased so much since he started kissing you that it would be stupid not to admit that it's just the effect that Park Jimin has on you tonight. You're sure he would've had the same effect if it had happened before.

Your now uncovered breast doesn't even has to suffer the consequences of the icy wind, because one of Jimin's arms quickly comes around you to hold your body against his, lifting you ever so slighty until your erect nipple is at the same level as his mouth and his lips are enveloping it in their warmth. You gasp his name, and that encourages his teeth to tug softly before his tongue stars moving in circes. 

"My God, you're so perfect." Your head spins while you hold onto his shoulders as tight as you can, the undeniable heat roaming all over your form, hips involuntarily rutting his incipent erection poking your abdomen. "Been thinking about this since that night we first met." Looking for relief, Jimin mirrors your movements without ceasing the administrations on your chest, as one of his hands lifts one of your thighs to wrap around his waist, closing the short gap remaining between the both of you. 

"Ohmygod! F-fuck, Jimin," trying to form coherent phrases is almost impossible, not with Jimin finding a slow and tortuous rythm with his hips, his clothed cock rubbing against your core. Something shifts in the air, because Jimin stops abusing your nipple with a loud pop, and shuts you up by pressing his mouth onto yours in an urgent, dirty and desperate kiss. You could almost hear him swearing, while his hand keeps your jaw in place.

"S-stop talking like that, ______." his voice, inaudible, and his face now hiding in the crook of your neck, the thrusting of his hips speeding up, more and more frantic this time. The hand not holding your thigh against his hipbone reveals your other breast, hand covering it and giving it a light squeeze before tugging at your unattended nipple between his forefinger and his thumb while his tongue and teeth mark the skin on your neck. 

"Hell, I've been dying to stuff your mouth with my cock to prevent you from such foul language," the soft whimpers leacving your mouth coax him into taking the hem of your dress and bunching the fabric until his fingers easily find the place in your body calling to him the most through the lace.  It's immediate, how his fingers dampen at the first touch, surprising the both of you, and how your body jolts and an embarrassing sob escapes your throat. "How-how are you this wet? Holy hell, I could just slide right in..."

And as he says that, one of his fingers pull aside the fabric of your underwear and glide into you, so easy. You insides burning while he fingers you, another finger being added with his thumb rubbing circles on your nub. And fuck, you're not sure if you're just too horny and Park Jimin is a magician with his hands, or maybe it's the way he keeps mouthing at your chest and whispering how soaked you are, but you don't think you've ever been so close to cumming in such a short period of time.

"W-whats stopping you?" you manage with a voice that doesn't even resembles yours, but before your hands can even make work of the zipper of his trousers, he pulls his finger out from your center, causing you to whine in protest.

Jimin licks his lips, eyebrows framing the dark expression that his eyes ooze. Although the desire in his eyes is more than evident, it is also evident the faint hesitation in them. Because Park Jimin doesn't do things this way. Park Jimin was raised in a world of correct manners and conservationism. A world that has taught him when and how to act. And as badly as he is dying to fuck you against the wall of Taehyung's ridiculously inmense house, he also wants to do the right thing. 

"Let me take you on a date." 

Park Jimin has been spoiled his whole life. Being born in a well-off family has always provided him of everything he had ever wanted and more. From the innecessary number of toys Santa Claus left under his Christmas tree every year since he was a baby, to his fisrt extravagant sports car at the age of eighteen. Park Jimin has never been a greedy or needy man. How could he, when he's had everything he's ever wished in the palm of his hands. He has never missed anything in his entire life. Hasn't missed a roof over his head, warm food on his plate or brand new designers clothes each week. 

It has taken him two years to control himself. He still remembers that night he first met you, just like he remembers every single time you both had coincided in the same place at the same time. He remembered your scent, had memorized your figure over your pieces of clothing and had tried as best as he could to keep a distance from you because he knew you would never give him the time of day. How could you? You probably despised everything he was because he was definitely nothing like you, and that thought intimidated the fuck out of him. He was a mess everytime you wear nearby. Never relied on his voice because he knew he would stutter if you ever spoke to him, could never trust his eyes because if he ever looked at you he was afraid he wouldn't be able to look away. 

And everytime you spoke, shit, that voice of yours always cursing here and there left him wondering how would you sound in a different setting and if you would still be that badmouthed. More specifically, between his sheets. So he did everything he could to minimize your interactions as much as possible. He just never thought he would come across as such a jerk. It was never his intention to hurt you, and seeing you cry that night (although you denied you did, over and over again) seriously made him realize he wanted to make things right. 

He was trying really, really hard to keep it in his pants, to be the same well composed and controled Park Jimin he had mastered himself to be. 

But that damn dress.

After seeing that little black dress hugging your figure when you started taking off your coat at the restaurant, the brief flash of thigh tights that you accidentaly (or not so accidentally) had blessed him with by crossing a leg over the other, that exposed collarbone calling his name and those heeled sandals with straps wrapping around your ankles, reminding him of the snake tempting Eve, Park Jimin was sure he needed to dig into that apple more than anything he has ever needed before.

That's why he surprises you right after you both finish the second course meal by telling the waitress you won't be having desert, at which you look at him somewhat indignant. But the look he shoots you is enough to make you understand if somebody was going to have desert tonight, it would be him. In his Mercedes. 

"I'm gonna-" you gasp, fingers tugging at the soft strands of his now ruined blond hair, his head between your thighs and your legs thrown over his shoulders. His hands have a grip of the meaty flesh of your ass, holding you firmly againt his mouth as it works wonders on your clit. You're sure it hasn't even been ten minutes since Jimin had opened your legs in the backseat of his car, not even bothering to take your underwear off, simply moving the fabric aside before diving in, and you already feel yourself on the edge of an orgasm.

"I know." voice vibrating right into your core, he slows down his administrations, tongue carefully and delicately lapping at your folds while he enjoys the feeling of your fingers loosening their grip and fondly brushing his hair back. You meet his eyes as he pushes a finger inside your core and your whole body twists in agony. 

"N-no!" 

Jimin stops immediately, lifting his head and focusing his concerned eyes on you. He's about to ask you if he's done anything wrong, but you're fast to roughly pull him up by his hair until his face is leveled with yours. You answer him by kissing him and he returns the kiss with the same eagerness, and now it's your hands that are looking for his cock, palming him through his pants.

"Your dick. Inside. Right Now." you punctuate each phrase with a kiss and he only stops kissing you to pout.

"But I wanted you to cum on my tongue." but still, he's putty in your hands when you undo the botton and the zipper. "Wouldn't you rather me fucking you in my bed, where we're more comfortable?" you notice the slight quivering of his voice when you slide his trousers and boxers down, just enough to pull him out. 

"You can eat me and fuck me as many times as you want tonight, tomorrow and whenever you'd like, but right now..." none of you contain the moan in unision that leaves each of your mouths when just the head of his lenght comes in contact with your entrance. "I really can't wait anymore." brushing your lips over his, you lower your voice. "Wanna get on my hands and knees for you."

Park Jimin has tried to do things the right and appropiate way throughout all his life. He's been a professional from a very young age on how to be in charge of his emotions, his desires and his impulses. Always well mannered and well composed. 

But it's in this moment that Jimin comes to the realization that the only thing that has ever made him lose his mind and self control, is you. Seeing you like this, ass up, grinding your drenched and still thong clad cunt all over his precum dripping lenght, he can't control the way his hand bunches the fabrick of that damn dress over your waist, then flies to your right cheek, a sharp sound of skin filling the air, tearing a gasp from your throat.

"God, I'm-I'm sorry. Couldn't help mys-"

"Do it again."

And he does, the palm of his hand now leaving a reddenning print on your flesh, making you jolt back involuntarily, aligning yourself to the head of his cock and like he had hoped, he slides right in. Not all the way, because Jimin is sure he would cream inside you too soon and he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he did. He wets his lips, clenching his jaw and dropping his palm one more time, hand more steady and purposeful. 

"You like it rough?" voice hoarse and a hand beside your head holding himself, your back to his chest, twitching beneath him as he soothes the sting with his free one. 

"I like you rough." turning your head slowly to peer at him from the corner of your eye, your hips moving on their own accord trying to take him deeper. Your head is suddenly pulled back harshly, Jimin's fingers tangling in your hair as his own hips close the remaining gap between your bodys in an abrupt thurst. You squeal, Jimin's cock finally filling you up to the hilt just like you wanted him to be, the pleasure making your arms wobble and finding it harder to mantain your balance. 

Jimin's breath fawns over your ear, his tongue darting out to suck on your skin sending chills down your spine. "You're such a dream." he groans, torturously sliding out of your core that's gripping around his shaft for dear life. A whine of protest escapes your lips and he tightens the hold on your hair in response, diving right back in. You fall forward, your arms' strenght betraying you as his thrusts find a new rhythm. With your eyes closed shut, you try to muffle the sound of your voice with the back of your hand as Jimin's lips place soft kisses to your exposed shoulder.

"Don't be quiet." he stands straight, the pull on your hair arching your back in such a enticing way it was Jimin look away for a second, cock buried inside of you and his hips faltering. "Been dying to have you like this for so long."

Another clap of his hand against your right cheek, and a particular stroke of his dick that has you mewling as your climax approached again. "S-so good, Jimin. Oh my god."

"You're gonna cum for me?" his fingertips leave bruises on your skin and the windows of his Mercedes are foggy, just like your mind. You can't concentrate on anything that's not Jimin's cock sliding in and out and how much you wished this had happened way sooner. "Gonna cum for me like a good slut?"

Park Jimin always takes his time. Always does things nice and slow to assure the best outcome possible. 

But he can't contain the acceleration of his hips against yours as your walls clench impossibly tight around his cock, your orgasm finally taking over . Can't contain himself from falling forward again, hand twisting your head in his direction and his mouth searching for yours in a fiery and messy kiss. And he most definitely can't barely contain himself from cumming when your you ask him to spit in your mouth. 

"You're gonna kill me." he breathes, removing himself off you and quickly maneuvering you on your back, his dick finding its way back inside you. Picking up right where he left off, skin slapping against skin in an obscene melody, he collects a considerate amount of saliva in his mouth before dropping it into your welcoming tongue, watching you swallow with a smile he hopes he'll be the only one to see in the future. 

And that's what has the last bit of his self restraint slipping from his fingers. He somehow manages to rip the top of your dress down, fabric tearing until your tits are free and his mouth is attacking your nipples, white strings of his release panting your walls, some of it them oozing out that he fucks back right into you. 

It's between ragged breaths, kisses and tender carresses that Jimin promises you more dates in the future and new dresses that he can't promise not to savage apart again.