#I FOUND THIS SAVED IN MY PHONE ITS MAKING ME LOSE MY MIND

[ninmnoi]

— Stop, you’re losing me.

mingyu x reader || angst.

summary ; trying to save an already failing relationship is a lot harder when he forgets your birthday.

(not proof read lol)

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Its your birthday, you’ve never made a big deal about it tell you met him. You still remember his shocked face and loud “WHAT” when you told him you dont found your birthday a big deal, its just another day. Ever since then, he always celebrated your birthday in fun surprises and dinners. He made it so important and meaningful for you, and the big part of that is because you know he’ll be there.

So your nothing short of despair when its past 5pm and he hasnt once messaged you. It’d be another thing if he just didnt message happy birthday, you wouldve been okay with goodmoring.

You sigh putting your phone down, bitting your lip as your eyes water. It shouldnt be this serious, you’ve never even cared about your birthday before, so why dose it hurt so bad now?

Mingyu

That god damn Mingyu.

He used to be such a soft spoken soul, aiding to your needs as you do with him, those first few years of your relationship. He confessed to you in your own backward, he put his effort and time into it. You can even smell the flowers that lead to Mingyu, see the lights that brightened his soft smile, that swift hair and tall figure standing nervously fiddling with the bouquet in his hands. And who could forget the blush that tainted his face and ears, tears threatening to jump out after you said “yes.”

Now, your even lucky if he stays with you a whole day. Its always this or that driving him away. When he left your sisters engagement dinner because a friend of his needed help moving in, or when he canceled a date because he forgot a “really super duper important project” as he said. The nights he wouldnt call, the empty king bed. The second toothbrush that hasnt been moved in 2 weeks.

It drove you insane, but you still gave him the benefit of the doubt.

“Maybe he’s busy”

“Hes probably sleeping”

“God his phone must’ve died”

Your friends would yell at you over text, spamming you with the reality check you needed, but never could deposit. After pacing around the kitchen trying to ignore the cute cake you bought with a sad candle slowly sinking into it. You pick up your phone and call him.

Ring…

Ring…

Ring…

*click!*

Did he just hang up on you..?

No, he would have to be crazy.

You call again.

Same fucking thing, even quicker just 2 rings in.

You open his contact info, trying to see where his location would put him.

“No Location Found.” You curse, what is he hiding? Your mind leads to the one scenario you’ve been dreading, infidelity. The thought of him cheating makes you wanna throw up, but sadly its a most common event. You’re just so done with everything, putting the cake away into the fridge and changing clothes. Its now 6:42pm and with the major headache you have, you simply decided to sleep it off. Hugging the build-a-bear Mingyu bought you a year back, it muffles your sobs, soaking in the tears.

It’s cold and dark when your awaken by an extra weight adjusting it’s self onto the right side of the bed. You recognize it all to well. Mingyu pulls the covers over himself, giving you a small peck on the tip of your ear.

“You’re home” you say, your drowsy and hurt voice clear.

“Yeah- im sorry im so late” he whispers to you

“There's cake in the fridge”

“Cake? For what”

You sigh, “My birthday”

You can hear his breathe hitch.

“Fuck- Baby im so sorry. I didnt mean to forget. I was just so bus-.”

You sit up.

“Busy,? from what? So busy you couldnt even text? Because clearly it wouldnt have taken as much time as hanging up on me and turning off your location did. So if ‘busy’ is some new slang for ignoring then that makes way more sense.”

“I didnt even know you called, i swear. My location should be on babe.. I” He mumbles on

“Then whos hanging up on me? Making sure i dont know where your at? Is she fun?”

Mingyu’s eyes widen

“What are you talking about?”

“Her, you know.. Is she attractive? What is it huh? Skinner than me? Or maybe blonder? Or is because you dont need to be responsible for her?

“Baby no, its none of that.” He grabs your shoulders.

“I love you, calm down”

“How can i?” You exclaim, jumping off the bed.

“You missed my birthday! I waited for you like some stupid dog! I felt so stupid.”

“I dont understand, birthdays were never that big of a deal for you”

“They werent until you made it a problem! Now look at me” you say, the tear stained face and puffy cheeks evident.

Mingyu gets up, walking over to you.

“I know ive been distant, let me make it up to you”

“Where were you tonight?”

He stays quiet for a moment, taking a deep breathe

“My friend he uh… invited me to a club” he quietly says.

“Oh. Okay.”

“Okay..?”

“Mingyu, get out”

“What?” His heart drops.

“Get out! Did the club music deafen you?? I want you gone” You yell, tears streaming down your face as you push him out. Though you have little to no affect of moving his body, it makes it all the more depressing.

“Okay…Okay..” He quietly says, grabbing his phone off the dresser. Looking down at you with remorseful eyes. His heart aching at the messed up state your in. And its because of him, god.

You slam the door behind him, locking it. You sigh before faintly walking back to your bed.

And theres your build-a-bear, ready to be hugged and to soak all your tears again.

Atleast, that comforts you.

#xreader #mingyu #oneshot #angst #mingyu x reader #seventeen #seventeen x reader #mingyu smut

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

hii love, how are you doing? 🫶🏻

so, i just read your latest pietro hcs and it's SO GOOD😭 (like everything else that you write, i'm literally in love with your writing) and i had an idea

can i request an angry love confession from pietro after him and the reader go to a mission together and she puts herself at risk to save him?

like, they're friends with benefits, but are distant bc both of them had developed feelings for each other, but neither say anything bc they think the other only wants sex, like you said. the reader putting herself at risk during the mission to save pietro it's the last straw for him, he gets angry and freaked out by the idea of losing her. so, after the mission, they're arguing and it ends up leading to an angry love confession 😏😏

hii lovie!! im sorry this has taken so long, it took me ages to figure out how to get them out of the danger part, so I took a break from it and had no luck so left that part blank. but you’ll see what I mean😭 and im doing well, hope you are too. thank you :(( you’re so sweet!! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

MISTAKES AND CONFESSIONS

pietro maximoff x female reader

word count. 869

link to fwb hc’s

As of late, things with Pietro have been a little confusing - tricky, if you will - the complications of being friends with benefits making themselves more apparent after every meet-up.

Everything was going well, all going as planned, until the unforeseen moment when you actually fell in love with him. At the beginning of your elevated friendship, you both promised it would be strictly hook-ups, no strings attached, nothing else. And that's what you did - up until three weeks ago. 

After a while, you found yourself declining his invitations to meet up, like you were starting to pull back from him. It grew more difficult to be around someone so unattainable, to have the constant reminder of his romantic disinterest, so instead, you withdrew yourself to make it less painful. 

So now, when you cross paths at the compound, instead of a nervous hidden smile behind your hand, you avoid his gaze completely - turning your attention to the weather app on your phone.

It wasn't easy to ignore him, but it was getting there - that's what you told yourself, anyway. 

All of your attempts to avoid Pietro got flipped on its head when the two of you got paired together for a mission - to retrieve intel from an enemy base. It was supposed to be a low-risk assignment: get in, collect the information and get out, but nothing is ever that simple.

As soon as you and Pietro stepped foot in the room of said intel, you noticed a red hue shine from under his foot. You immediately tugged at his arm, halting his movements when you realised what you had both walked into.

"Pietro! Wait, wait, wait," you call out, gripping at his upper arm. "Don't move. Keep still," you ramble, eagerly looking around the space.

"What is it?"

"The room— it's got these— I don't know, just keep still," you breathe out a reply, feeling flustered. 

"It's okay," Pietro offers a brief moment of reassurance, keeping his eyes glued ahead - keeping still as instructed. "Are you okay? Are you on one, too?" he hesitantly asks.

"No, no, but you are and— I don't know what to do. Nat taught me what to do with these and— god, why isn't my brain working?" you mumble, frustratedly speaking your mind when you think about the possibility of something awful actually happening to Pietro - to both of you.

"Draga, it's fine. Really, it's okay," he whispers, slowly extending his hand behind, like he was awkwardly reaching for you.

"No, keep still— please. Just let me think," 

"You should go,"

"No, give me a minute," 

"Please, milovat. You need to go,"

"I said no. Just give me a second,"

You even your breathing, running an uneasy hand over your forehead as you assess your surroundings. 

----- after ------ (im sorry about this, my brain broke)

You avoid each other's gaze, separately processing everything that happened - how you were both about to be blown to pieces, how you were willing to let yourself die to get Pietro out.

"That was so stupid," Pietro mutters, keeping his eyes fixed on a tree ahead.

"Excuse me?" you reply, neck whipping around to face him.

"That was so stupid," he repeats, emphasising each word.

"Are you kidding?" you snicker. "If you had minded where you were going we wouldn't have had to done all that."

"So you're saying it's my fault?" he retorts, face grimacing.

"Yes. I am," you retaliate. "It's your fault."

You both sigh, growing frustrated with the conversation. It was as if there was so much left unsaid, it all coming together like a whirlwind of mixed emotions - everything from your failed 'relationship' to no contact to just now. It was like you were both holding back on everything, too scared to bring up the subject that tarnished your original friendship. 

"I told you to go, and you didn't. That's not on me. That's on you! Don't blame me for things we both messed up on."

"Me? That's rich,"

"Yes, you! Nothing is ever your fault, is it?" he sneers, the argument changing subject.

"You never listen! Always thinking about yourself,"

"Bullshit," he dryly chuckles, unamused smile on his face.

"I don't want to do this. It's boring and tiring," you cave, waving your hands in sign of defeat. "I give up. You win."

Pietro huffs, rubbing over his temples. "If you had just gone..." he murmurs, talking at the floor.

"I couldn't! I couldn't leave you,"

"Yes, you could. You should've gone. You could have died," Pietro's words soften as if it all hit him how real it was - how he could have lost you again, but for good. "You could've died."

"So could you," you turn to face him, meeting his saddened eyes. 

His hands drop to his side as he steps towards you, walking to close the gap - the closest you had been in weeks. He keeps his gaze solely on you, looking over you like you're no longer a distant memory, like he was seeing you in a new light - the way he was supposed to see you.

He cups your cheeks, holding your face in his hands. "I could have lost you again."

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#request #this is so bad omg im so sorry!! #pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x reader #pietro x reader #pietro imagine #pietro maximoff x you #pietro maximoff fluff #pietro marvel

[nrdmssgs]

You weren't supposed to laugh

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My submission to @glitterypirateduck 's Alex Keller Challenge November 10-19 Promt used: №27 You weren't supposed to laugh Pairing: Alex Keller x Reader TWs: no Friends to lovers, fluff, confession.

"You're an egoist, Alex Keller," he mutters irritated to himself, fastening his pace, almost running, ignoring cold heavy water drops landing on his head.

How long did he knew her? Five years? Or seven? How long does he have this hopeless crush? Five years? Or... Yes, he was done for from day one. She had this certain warmth surrounding her, a serenity that contrasted sharply with the intensity of Alex's work. The world could descend deeper into a chaos, but she remained a constant in his life, a pillar of support, he selfishly was afraid to lose. So Alex Keller, the devoid of fear Echo 3-1, kept his mouth shut, just holding on to her, even as a friend only.

"A coward!" His insults are spilled through gritted teeth. Alex was ready to risk his life again and again, but didn't have the courage to confess his feelings. The stakes seemed too high, his chances - almost non-existent. Why would ever decide, he was the right guy for her after all?

He was almost never there, when something bad happened to her. Alex didn't hold her, when she had to put down her old dog - he was on the other part of globe, fighting. He didn't distract her with a movie night and snacks, when she had to wait for a result of a quite serious medical test - he was sleeping in a transport between two missions. He wasn't even there to cheer her up, after her project, she worked on so hard, got rejected - he has just taken the car to a service station and was walking out of it on his two. She didn't specify in the first place, when would the presentation take place, but Alex feels terrible for not asking her every week, every day, if necessary, when is the D-day for her project. And because of that, he found out the bad news per phone call.

She sounded exhausted. She was never a whiny type, but this time Alex heard tears in her voice. Too much effort was put into this work, too many sleepless nights. It broke his heart to hear her like that, and he panicked.

"...Useless dumbfuck." He stops for a moment, replaying their call in his mind.

For some reason he decided, he needs to make her laugh at any cost. Maybe it was the pain in how her 'hey, can you please talk to me for a few minutes?' sounded. But Alex was lost. At first, he tried his stupid jokes. As many as he could remember. When it didn't help - he switched to imaginary scenarios.

"Hey, you know, what would be funny? If you brought a soldier on your presentation! So that every time, your clients interrupted you or paid more attention to a view outside their windows - the soldier would harshly snap at them. 'Following every single letter of this debriefing could save your life, private!' or something like that..." Alex doesn't really control the words leaving his mouth as long as they make her laugh. And he actually succeeds, because in a few moments she starts to chuckle. So he goes on, telling her, how would her day would go, if she was followed by a military guy in a full gear and a death stare ready for anyone, who is about to cross her path.

"He would scare others off, you know?"

"With his glare or with his guns?"

"With his bizarre hairstyle. You know how your hair start looking after a week of constant sandstorms?"

Her laughter is a light, tinkling melody to his ears, reminiscent of wind chimes on a breezy day - light and refreshing. In reality, its the only thing on his mind every time, he has to endure through another sandstorm on deployment.

"... and at the end of the day he would escort you home and salute you."

"Wait, and a payment? I wonder, how much would it cost to hire such a guy for the day."

"Payment? Don't turn a beautiful act of an altruism into some banal deal! Dunno, maybe a forehead kiss?"

For the next ten minutes they discuss military payment strategies, barely containing laughter. When they say goodbye, a random phrase escapes his lips.

"Love you so much."

She laughs once again. Something deep inside Alex shrinks. He doesn't even hear her saying 'bye' - every other voice around him get silenced by a sinister noise - a symphony of shattered hopes and distant echoes.

He's an egoist to keep her in the dark, not shoving her his true feelings for ages. A coward, who could never open his mouth, even when the moment was right. A fool, who just blurted this confession out of nowhere in the middle of a joke. She didn't understand, he meant it, and Alex can't blame her honestly.

And now he runs to her place like a dog, running after a car carrying away his favorite person. He is desperate to the point, that he can't even start thinking, what would he tell her, once she opens the door.

So when he sees her tired, yet surprised face, his first phrase comes out as awkward as the confession itself.

"You weren't supposed to laugh."

She looks at him startled and confused for a few painfully long moments. As Alex understands, how puzzling that sounded without the whole context from his mind, he runs his hand through his wet hair and shakes his head.

"Alex? You're ok? I-I wasn't expecting you!" She drags him in her house and takes off his wet jacket, so calmly, as if he hasn't just said some complete nonsense.

And at that moment Alex understands: for two long he stayed in his very own trail of thoughts, his own context. She definitely deserved to know more about what was going on in his head. He no longer had the right to keep everything quiet for years and then dump such strange conversations on her.

So he touches her shoulder softly.

"Hey, don't bother hanging up my jacket. I might need it in a moment, if I sre-"

"Alex, you're scaring me! What is happening, why are like this?" A worry in her voice stings him with guilt. But he proceeds, ignoring raindrops still rolling down his face and under the collar.

"I know, we were playing around on the phone today. And I was incredibly happy to cheer you up. But the last thing I told you... You weren't supposed to laugh. Because I meant it. And before you slap my face for being such a mess - I know, it sounded as a part of a joke. But it wasn't. It wasn't for the last I-don't-even-know-how-many years. And if you give me a chance - I am ready to confess it properly. But if there's no need - I'd better just take my jacket and see myself out."

As he fell silent, the world around them seemed still. His eyes, always so attentive and kind, when she was around, looked deeply worried. Alex felt vulnerable, everything in him screamed to keep her by his side at any cost, to turn this all into yet another joke, so that she calms down and stays his friend at least. But Alex didn't let these feeling get better of him. He waited patiently and obediently, not daring even to breathe in.

She turned away, and hung his jacket on a hanger.

"You won't be needing this anytime soon, Alex."

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[justmeinadaze]

A Virtual Romance Part 2 (Steve X Reader)

Warnings: No smut in this one. Plenty of feels and some angst. Light touching with a dash of dirty talk.

Word count: 2538

STEVE

Can I ask you a question?

And be honest with me!

Always.

Are YOU going to hide your identity tomorrow night?

Steve starred at the message on his phone from his seat across from his father’s empty desk. To be honest, he wasn’t sure. There was a cocky side of him that thought ‘what girl wouldn’t want to be with Steve Harrington?’ but you weren’t like all the other girls. You were different. He knew that from the moment you stood up for that girl in the school chatroom.

You weren’t afraid to tell popular kids like himself to shut the fuck up. You both HAD had conversations in the past though were you mentioned you had interactions with these kids that weren’t favorable. Had Tommy and Carol bullied you? Had he chuckled along with them at you to save face? What if you hated the person he had always pretended to be?

He never wanted to pretend with you but he was always terrified of losing you if you found out who he was. After Monday night though, he strongly wanted to take that risk. 

What would make you comfortable?

That’s not what I asked, Stealthy. 

“Steven! Thank you for coming by after school. I’m so sorry to keep you waiting.” Steve’s father patted him on the back before taking the seat across from his son. 

“Yeah, no problem. I’ve only been waiting an hour.”

“You know how it is around here, kid.” Steve makes a small hm sound as his dad flashes him a frustrated look. “Steven, I called you down here because we need to talk about your future. Your senior year is almost over—”

“The first semester isn’t even over yet.”, he interrupted.

“AND I WOULD HOPE,” his father raised his voice, “that you have already applied to colleges and are preparing to be a strong independent adult. Of course, after you graduate, you have a job waiting for you here. You can intern while at school and then I can hire you full time once you have your degree.”

“Oh, I see. You brought me down here to talk about your future for me. Not my own.”

Mr. Harrington pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance as the intercom in his office beeps. 

“Sir, you have a call on line one. It’s Mr. Way.”

“Steven, this is a very important client I have to talk to. We’ll finish this conversation later.”

Steve angrily rises from his chair and leave his dad’s office, completely forgetting to message you back. 

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YOU

Shit. Maybe I pushed him too hard. Should I send him another message or just wait for him to answer my question…?

You looked at your watch. Usually, he was online by now and he hadn’t replied back to your last message. You starred at the blank word document in front of you, attempting to work on your report for History but your mind couldn’t focus. 

You minimized the screen and went looking through the school chatrooms. He wasn’t online and he wasn’t talking to anyone. Your leg jumped anxiously as you watched the conversations unfold in the group room. Everyone was talking about the school dance and how they thought it would be. 

ComplicatedQueen84: I bet the music is going to suck!

Bandgeek1234: Oh of course! You think Principal Higgins knows good music? Lol

MadeULOOk: Who’s going to be crowned King and Queen?!

CurlyCarol85: Tommy and Me. Duh!

Sk8terboiHigh: Oh yeah? What about Harrington?!

TommyLoveshisGirl: He can’t be king if he isn’t bringing a date.

ComplicatedQueen84: WHAT?! Harrington is going stag?? I nominate myself has his queen ;P.

StealthyNinja02 is online. 

StealthyNinja02: Hey

StealthyNinja02: I’m sorry I didn’t answer you earlier.

StealthyNinja02: I was talking to my dad and lets just say it didn’t go well. 

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: I’m sorry. Is everything ok? Do you want to talk about it?

StealthyNinja02: My dad has this plan for me and its basically being him. I don’t want that.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: You should tell him. Tell him you want to be your own man and follow your own dreams. 

StealthyNinja02: Ouyay, I don’t even know what those dreams are. All I know is I don’t want to be him. 

StealthyNinja02: Do you get along with your parents?

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: For the most part, yeah. My stepmom can be a bit of a hardass but my dad is cool. 

StealthyNinja02: What about your mom?

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: She left when I was really little. 

StealthyNinja02: Shit, honey. I’m sorry. 

StealthyNinja02: I

StealthyNinja02: I was thinking of going to the dance without a disguise. I feel like you should see me for who I am. Honestly, I’m tired of hiding. 

StealthyNinja02: I do it with my dad, kids at school, my friends. I don’t want to hide from you. 

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: I don’t know if I can do the same. I’m sorry. I feel like such an asshole. 

StealthyNinja02: Lol if there is one thing you are not it’s an asshole. 

StealthyNinja02: I understand. Like I said… I just need to see you in front of me. Hear your voice. I need to touch you and know you’re real. 

You & Steve

You walked up to the gym holding your dress with your hands. The glitter shimmered as your hips moved. You traced your fingers along with the mask over your eyes making sure it was in place as you entered through the double doors. 

Steve was already there looking around nervously as Tommy and Carol blathered on about how stupid this dance already was. He went with the cliché Prince Charming costume and true to his word left his face uncovered. Suddenly a beautiful figure got his eye. 

You sighed anxiously as you wondered to the middle of the makeshift dance floor. Fiddling with your hands, you reached up to play with your hair but there was nothing to grab since you pulled it into a tight Cinderella style bun. 

“Ouyay?”

You slowly turned around on your heels coming face to face with the amber eyes of your online crush.

“Steve Harrington? You’re StealthyNinja02?”

“I am. Wow, you are gorgeous.”, he breathed shakily as his eyes scanned over you. 

“This…this was a mistake.” You start to walk away as he reaches for your arm. 

“Please, don’t go. Give me a chance. I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t want to hide anymore. Give me a chance to show you who I am.”

You searched his hopeful expression, finally nodding. He big smile stretched across his face. “Great! Do you want to go somewhere else so we can talk?”

“What about the dance? Shouldn’t you be ‘seen’ or something?”

“Ouyay, I don’t give a fuck about this dance. I just want to focus on you.” That made you genuinely smile and the vision of it made Steve’s own grin grow as he walked with you out of Gym and down the empty hallways of the school. “Is there another name I can call you? Beside Ouyay.”

You shake your head. “Ouyay is still fine.”

He nods. “Where did that screenname come from anyway?”

“It’s pig latin. Ouyay areyay umbday. You. Are. Dumb.”, you giggle at your own cleverness as Steve smiles. 

“So I’ve been calling you ‘You’ all this time?”

“Technically yes.”, you laugh harder. 

“God damn, your laugh is beautiful. I always imagined what it would sound like but it doesn’t compare to the real thing.” You blush as you look away from him. “Have, um, have I met you before?”

“A couple of times.”

“Was I an asshole?”

“No, Steve Harrington, you were not an asshole. Your friends on the other hand…”, he looks away guiltily. “Why do you hang out with them?”

“I don’t know. Caters to the image, I guess. The image of who I’m supposed to be. King Steve, right?”

“So, you cater to Tommy and Carol, two people you hate and your father, someone you don’t want to become, when do you cater to yourself and be who YOU want to be?”

He stops walking, looking down into your eyes. “When I’m talking to you.”

“Steve… you shouldn’t do it for me. You should be who you want to be for you. The rest will follow.”

“HEY! No students in the hallways!”, a security guard screams at you both. 

Steve chuckles as he grabs your hand and you both run in the opposite direction. You tug his palm pulling him into the cafeteria, up the stage near the front and behind the curtain. The two of you freeze, waiting. His body is pressed up against yours as you hide. The smell of his cologne makes your brain go fuzzy as you look up to find that his eyes are looking down at you.

You stare at each other, having a silent conversation as the security guard breathlessly runs into the cafeteria. Steve lips slowly descend to meet yours. Your fingers reach up and tangle in his hair as you pull his head closer to yours.

“Hey guys. Be on the lookout. We have students roaming the halls.”, the guards walkie talkie beeps as he removes his finger from the button. 

You turn your head to peak through the tiny crack in the curtain as Steve trails kisses down your cheek to your neck. Reaching down with you hand, you rub against the growing bulge in his pants.

“I don’t think two fingers was enough.”, you whisper.

“Fuck”, he moans as he places his forehead on yours. 

The guard starts heading the stage and you quickly take Steve’s arm running back through the hall and outside near the parking lot. 

“Whew, this dress was not made for movement.”

He coyly pulls you into his arms. “We can always just take it off.” You bite your lip as you smile. “Please tell me who you are.”

“I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“Harrington! There you are! We have been looking everywhere for you.” Tommy pulls on Steve’s arm guiding him back towards the gym. 

“Tommy, Jesus. Can I have one second?!” He turns around to grab your hand to bring you back to the dance with him but to his dismay you were already gone.

##################

YOU

The following Monday everyone was talking about the dance. 

“Oh my god. It was so lame.”

“Did you see Steve though? He looked so hot.”

“I know but who was that slut with him?”

“Her dress was gorgeous.”

“Hey, Space cadet.”, Sam snapped her fingers in front of your face. “What’s going on? You’ve been staring at the stage for like five minutes.”

You moved your food around your tray. “I’m sorry. I’m just tired.”

She eyes you skeptically. “You didn’t tell him, did you? Who was Prince Charming anyway?”

“See if you had gone to the dance with me then you would have found out. And no, I didn’t tell him.”

“Y/N…”

“I know. I just…I can’t, ok?”

You phone vibrates but you ignore it. “At least talk to him. Tell him what you’re so afraid of.”

“I’m going to go outside before next period. Get some fresh air.” You quickly get up and head out the door before waiting for an answer. 

You let an exasperated sigh as the cool Indiana wind hits your face. 

“Are you okay over there?”

You jump at the sound of Steve’s voice. “Yeah, just frustrated.”

“Pfft. I know how you feel.” He flips his phone shut as he leans his head on the wall he’s sitting against. 

“May I…ask what you’re frustrated about?”

He chuckles before he realizes your serious. “Oh, um have you not heard the idle gossip? Steve Harrington and some mystery girl?”

“I’m not one for gossip.” You slide down the wall to sit beside him, pushing down the butterflies that flutter at the feeling of being so close to him again. “So, what’s the problem? Mystery girl wasn’t everything you thought she would be?”

“No. God, no. The exact opposite. She was beautiful and sweet and funny… being able to just touch her… It’s hard to explain. Honestly, I think I wasn’t everything she thought I would be.”

“What makes you say that? I mean, who wouldn’t want to be with King Steve Harrington?”

He scoffs at your response. “That’s what they call me. I hate that. I don’t know…she’s not answering my texts and I haven’t heard from her since the dance. I miss her.”

You swallow down the lump that rises in your throat. “I’m sure she misses you to. Probably…just finding her bearings. Give her time.”

“Thank you…”

“Y/N.”

He smiles over at you as he gets up and runs towards his car in the parking lot. 

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Steve

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18 is online. 

StealthyNinja02: Why are you ignoring me?

StealthyNinja02: Is it because you found out who I am?

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: No. I just… needed some time to think. 

Stealthy Ninja02: Think about what?

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Steve… I can’t do this. I can’t be what you want me to be.

Stealthy Ninja02: Ouyay, I’ve never asked you to be anything but yourself! I

Stealthy Ninja02: Hang on. I bought something today.

Steve reads the back of the box and follows the instructions Bob gave him at the Radio Shack. Suddenly in the corner under his name he saw his room and half of his face. He moved closer to the camera’s lens. 

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Steve, what are you doing?!

“I have zero technical skills. Can you hear me?”

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Yes…

“Good. Because I want to actually say this. I want you to really HEAR what I’m saying. I don’t care about the cliques or Tommy and Carol. I don’t care what people say behind my back. I… I don’t want to be that guy anymore. I want to be a better man. I want to be myself. You were right. I keep putting up these appearances for other people who I’m pretty sure hate me any way.”

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: I don’t think your dad hates you.

“Please. Have you met my father?”, he chuckles. “If he doesn’t hate me then he definitely doesn’t like me.”

Steve looks straight into the camera as if he’s looking into your eyes. 

“I don’t want hide anymore and you shouldn’t either.”

He watches the screen as the bubble next to your name appears and reappears. After a few minutes you finally respond. 

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: You talked to me today…

“What did we talk about?”

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: You were right. You weren’t who I thought you would be. I expected someone from the AV club or something like that. When I saw it was you, I thought what everyone else does. King Steve Harrington who can get any girl he wants. But then we talked and you kissed me… I don’t care what people at school think but I do care about how they would treat you and I’d be lying if I said it wouldn’t break my heart if you tried to save face instead of following through with what you are saying right now.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: For example…

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: No one was around when we were talking today but what would you have done if people saw us outside, sitting together, casually talking. 

“Y/N?”

Ouyay_areyay_umbday18 is offline.

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[jeon-s-sins]

Forbidden 3│ You're Mine

Chapter’s synopsis : Although he was the one who introduced you to his friends, Jungkook doesn't like your closeness to Taehyung at all. And when you go home after a sweet afternoon filled with laughter and jokes, Jungkook is more than willing to let you know how he feels about your closeness.

Warning : Jealous Jungkook, dominant Jungkook, self-doubt, hard sex, spanking, derogatory nicknames, fingering, denial of pleasure, on the edge of pleasure, possessiveness, unprotected sex, internal ejaculating.

Word count : 8.2k

Chapter’s song : Toxic Poney - ALTÉGO, Britney Spears, Ginuwine 

n/a: English is not my first language, so I may have missed some mistakes while proofreading. Enjoy your reading, and please don’t forget to vote and comment 😁.

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The rest of the night went well. After the incident with the photo from the previous night, I quickly put my phone on the table. It saved me from thinking about what Jungkook had said and how his words affected me.

His tone was not threatening, and I doubt it will ever come to that, but something dominant in his voice did not leave me indifferent. 

After Jungkook leaned over and said, "We'll talk about it when we get home," his hand quickly found its way to my thigh before he gave it a minimal squeeze. Every minute Jungkook pressed it, reminding me that he and no one else were in his shoes. He and no one else would have me tonight and probably for the foreseeable future.

I never liked men who were too possessive of me or of women in general. It showed they were insecure and thought their partners would go elsewhere immediately.

But with Jungkook, I saw something different. He was not insecure, which I thought was stupid. Instead, the other men had to be insecure when Jungkook was in the same room.

He had everything going for him. The height as well as a perfect physique, a body that could make any woman with functional eyes wet. His voice alone could make anyone lose their mind. Not to mention that he was incredible in bed.

No, what he had shown me tonight had nothing to do with insecurity. He was more territorial. As if he wanted me to know that no one else would ever be able to make me live and feel what I live and feel with him.

And for some reason, I was excited. 

After the newlyweds finally got the ball rolling, the guests, including me, finally got their turn on the dance floor. 

After his little scene at the table, I would not have to see Jungkook get jealous again. But, the universe had not stopped playing with his nerves and emotions for the evening.

I was quietly living my life on the dance floor with my godmother and some of my mother's bridesmaids. Jungkook had just left the dance floor to cool off as we danced to four songs together. When, out of nowhere, a guy appeared and started walking toward me. I had never seen him before; he must have been someone Jungkook knew. 

At first, I thought he knew one of the girls I was with, but I soon realized that wasn't the case when they all looked at me and asked me who he was, to which I quickly replied that I didn't know him either. Then, as time passed, he tried to get closer to me. 

Not wanting to be rude, especially during the party where my mother was in the spotlight, and risking ruining my mood and those with me, I simply ignored him. At least until he made the first move and tried to interact with me.

When I replied to him politely, everyone could see that I didn't care about him, had no desire to meet him, and doubted that I would ever have to meet him again. Instead, only one person at the party really interested me. In fact, I was looking for him at this exact moment, hoping to find him and get out of this embarrassing situation. 

During these moments, I would welcome his territorial side, even if we had nothing official, and not towards a picture on Instagram of a guy I would surely not see again soon. Especially now that we didn't live in the same city. 

Scanning the room with my eyes, I saw him a little farther away, in the company of his father and another man. 

His jacket was hanging over the back of his chair, while the shirt he was wearing now had three of its top buttons undone. His forearms were also exposed as he rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, revealing his veins, which drove me crazy every time they came into view. Especially when his skilled fingers were busy giving me pleasure. 

As he sipped a beer and pretended to be interested in what the two men were discussing, his eyes fixed on me. 

I knew he had not missed anything about the stranger's approach, but he did nothing, which surprised me a little. He stood next to his father as if rooted to the ground.

Like the other guests, the stranger was dressed in a black tuxedo. He wore a white shirt under his suit jacket and a bow tie. His black hair was slightly disheveled, probably from running his fingers through it. From where I was, I could already smell the alcohol on his breath. The mixture of his perfume and the alcohol made me sick. 

I had not paid any attention to him since his arrival, and the guy in question seemed immensely annoyed by my lack of interest in him. Only Jungkook interested me, and he - Jungkook - knew it. Trying his luck, the guy leaned over to me to say something in my ear to make sure he could be heard over the music. By this time, Jungkook seemed to have snapped out of his trance, not losing any of my interaction with the stranger. 

"What do you say we go away for a while and get to know each other better?" 

I knew it. I had plenty of those types in Daegu, so I didn't have to worry about them. I learned how to turn them down. That's why I got into trouble with guys who didn't like my rejection. I had touched their ego.

Despite my rejections on several occasions, the stranger persisted. I could see that he was determined not to go home alone - or to his hotel room - but to waste his time with me.

I hadn't given up, and I hadn't given in to his complaints. In the end, when the guy saw that I was determined to have nothing to do with him, he asked me for satisfaction. The thing is, I didn't have to justify myself. No woman should have to justify ending a two-bit flirtation with a man, attractive or not. Unfortunately, this wasn't clear to everyone. 

What had begun with words had ended with physics. The stranger wrapped his frail arms around my waist, pulling me closer as if that would help me change my mind. On the contrary, it made him even more repulsive. Nothing is more unpleasant and unattractive in a person than forcing another person to do something they don't want to do, at least, I think so.

Seeing that I didn't react the way he had hoped, the guy tried to force a kiss on my lips. That was the last straw. I was so close to slapping him, but I had no pleasure.   

Everything happened so fast. One moment I was facing the man, and the next, I was facing a broad back. Even though I hadn't heard his voice nor seen his face, I recognized the person who had come between the man - probably drunk - and me. 

My body had sold out. Jungkook was having an effect on me just by being there. This was not a good sign.

When I looked over Jungkook's shoulder, I saw that the insisting man was now on the ground. Jungkook hadn't pushed him hard, just enough to get him away from me, but he was on the floor because of his condition. 

Jungkook's gesture did not go unnoticed, especially by the people around us. The woman I was dancing with came up to me and asked if I was okay. I assured them that everything was fine.  

"Jungkook." I grabbed his arm to prevent him from headbutting the guy, thus avoiding any major trouble. Still, this was our parents' wedding, and the last thing we wanted was a fight. 

"Look, man. This is my dad's wedding, so I won't cause a scene. You have five seconds to get your ass as far away from her as possible. Am I clear?" Jungkook's voice was firm and determined. It was times like this that I would hate to confront him. 

Fortunately, he had never spoken to me in that tone, and if he ever did, I don't think I could hold back the tears. Without seeing him, I was sure Jungkook was clenching his jaw as his tongue pocked his cheek. 

The guy still on the ground looked like he was going to fight but changed his mind at the last moment. Instead, a frightened glow took over his features. The guy was gone in less than two seconds, and fortunately, I wouldn't see him all night.

"Are you okay?" Jungkook sighed as his shoulders relaxed before turning around and examining me thoroughly to ensure I was okay. 

"Yeah." I didn't realize how tense I was. Only when Jungkook put his hands on me, I felt my body relax under his touch. I was afraid I would have to step in and separate them. Thankfully that didn't happen. 

"I'll leave you two seconds, and you're already in trouble." He smiled as his eyes locked with mine, but I realized there was some seriousness in what he said. 

"All the more reason to stick with me." I winked at him and returned to your table, Jungkook at my heels as I poured myself a drink. After what happened, I needed to drown it all in alcohol.

The rest of the night went well. I didn't see the stranger again, which was good because I felt I couldn't hold Jungkook this time. Several times I tried to take the glasses off his nose to find out what he had done to scare the poor guy. It's almost as if he dared to look in your direction without looking like he was about to shit himself out of fear. 

"A magician never reveals his secrets." That was all I was allowed to say before he moved on to other things. 

When midnight rolled around, it was time for the parents to cut the cake and open their presents. The guests had managed to be original and spoil them with various gifts. But nothing compared to my gift with Jungkook. 

I knew my mother and how much she loved to travel, bask in the sun, sip cocktails, and be pampered at the spa while maintaining her curious and adventurous side. My group gift with Jungkook, even though we had an ulterior motive, was the one the parents appreciated the most. Not only did it come from their children, but it would also give them a break from work. 

Two weeks in the Dominican Republic was all they needed. They would finally be able to be just the two of them, without children, without the stress of work. Just the two of them in love. 

"But wait, the flight is in the morning. We'll never have time to pack and fly in time." My mother looked at her new husband. 

But when her eyes landed on Jungkook and me, and she saw the knowing looks we gave each other, she quickly realized that we hadn't left anything to chance.

A few hours before the parents arrived and JeonSeok and Jungkook were kicked out of the apartment, Jungkook and I snuck into the parents' room to pack their bags. We made sure to leave nothing out. Swimsuits, underwear, outfits, evening wear - in case they decided to go on a more formal outing like a restaurant. Everything was there. Not to mention comfortable shoes for exploring. 

"Your flight's in five hours. Don't worry; everything is in the trunk of the car," Jungkook said with a big smile, letting the parents know that Saejun, the driver, was also an accomplice.  

The rest of the evening was summed up by Jungkook and me dancing on the dance floor. Since the incident with the stranger, Jungkook refused to leave me alone, and I thanked him for that. 

At around 3am, the parents left for the airport while the party was still in full swing. Since we were the bride and groom's children and had nothing to do the next day, since we were still on vacation and the school year would start in a few weeks, Jungkook and I stayed until the end of the party. 

The day had just started when the rest of the guests left, and Jungkook and I were finally able to go home. 

The advantage of being the bride and groom's family members and the last to leave the party was that we could say goodbye to the guests, thank them for being there, and enjoy the leftover food, desserts, and cake.

When we got home, Jungkook and I rushed to heat the food. Firstly because we were hungry and secondly because we were hoping to sober up a bit.  

We were so tired that we went to bed after finishing our plates without running the dishwasher. Too bad, we will do it when our sleep hours catch up.

Author's point of view 

Jungkook struggled to keep his composure in front of his friends. He was distracted by YN's beautiful body, which was only a few tiny steps away from him and his friends.  

Anyone with functioning eyes could see how beautiful YN was. No doubt she was a gym-goer. Her body was toned, and her curves were well-defined with ample and generous breasts and butt. Her body was delicately and generously kissed by the sun's rays, leaving traces of its passage and caramelizing her complexion to perfection.

In addition, the swimsuit she was wearing accentuated her already ample breasts, and the bottom of her swimsuit did nothing to hide what belonged to Jungkook. 

He was displeased. What right did you have to show other people what belonged to him? No one else had the right to admire the masterpiece that you were. Unfortunately, he had no say in the matter, which frustrated him the most. And even if you did, he wouldn't give himself the right to tell you what to wear and what not to wear. Even if your relationship had been real and official, and even if Jungkook wanted to think and tell you again that you belonged to him as much as he belonged to you, you belonged to yourself in the end. 

A few steps from where Jungkook was with his friends Jin and Taehyung, a group of guys didn't mind rinsing their eyes over your body. Jungkook had to do something, or he would lose his nerve.

The worst part is that you were so deep in your bubble that you didn't even notice. You didn't even know that Jungkook and his friends were on the beach just a few meters away. 

In the boys' group, they started challenging each other and betting on who would end up with your phone number. Nothing was at stake, just their pride and predatory status. The winner would be the one who not only got your number but also got you into bed. Pathetic. Luckily, you had no idea how they were talking about you. Otherwise, you would have put them in their place.

When you are done spreading your towel on the sand to enjoy the last rays of the day before going home, you lay on it, belly facing the ground, to get a little tan. 

Your skin was still wet from diving into the sea. One by one, the drops dried on your caramel-colored body. 

You were surfing Instagram to see if your godmother had removed the last photo from your mother's bachelorette party. She had, and thank God. 

You were about to put on your headphones to enjoy the rest of the day, lulled by the music on your 'chill' playlist, when the sun's rays blocked it.

Looking up, you saw a man, no doubt not much older than yourself. 

"Hi," you had to admit, the man was handsome. Tall, dark, and muscular, his skin was pale despite the beautiful days and sunshine that had recently bathed the city of Busan. His cheeks were flush, probably from the sun and the heat. 

"I saw you coming out of the water like a goddess, and I thought, why not say hello and hope to get to know you?" The guy makes himself comfortable and sits beside you on the white sand. Copying him, you sit on your towel to get a more appropriate posture and avoid a sore neck. 

"She's not interested." Before you have time to say anything, another male voice interrupts. 

Surprise is written all over your faces - the guy's and yours. You had yet to expect to see him here. Jungkook stood there, towering over you, wearing swim shorts as his only clothing and his silky brown hair fluttering in the wind despite the sun. He was gorgeous, and the sunlight behind him only accentuated that fact.

"Who are you? Can't you see that the pretty girl and I are conversing? Get lost; your presence is not wanted here." The guy stands up. He is a little shorter than Jungkook. 

You were stunned. How could someone as cute as him be so rude? You felt sorry for Jungkook, luckily, you knew him, and you knew how he would react. If you didn't, you would have felt so bad for him.

On the other hand, you knew how much Jungkook couldn't stand people talking down to him. Besides, nobody would have liked it, but Jungkook was on a different level. You could see him starting to boil, like a pressure cooker ready to explode. The contraction of his jaw and the tongue in his mouth gave him away. So you decided to intervene because you didn't want to see Jungkook get into trouble because of that rude guy. 

"Listen to me, you bastard. You see, that young lady you're trying to befriend is none other than my little sister. So if you don't want me to rearrange your face, take your little group and leave here". Jungkook steps forward and closes the distance between the other brown guy and himself. 

What a shock. Jungkook never addressed you like that. He had never told anyone in person that you were his little sister. So you were a little surprised, but you quickly regained your composure and pretended that his words didn't affect you.

The other guy also closed the distance, and that was your cue to step in before the tension between the two fizzled out and the situation got out of hand. 

"Okay, guys, let's take it down a notch." You would step between them. 

"YN, stay out of this." It was ridiculous; their staring contest to see who would give up first was pathetic. 

"Kook, please. It's not worth it. Let's go." Once again, you tried to reason with him. "We're not the only ones on the beach. There are families with children, so please have some consideration for them." 

Still proud, Jungkook wasn't the first to look away. Without making any more fuss, the guy who accosted you returns to his buddies. Angry is not enough to describe your current state. You would have expected Jungkook to show maturity in a situation like this. 

You knew he only meant well for you, but for the moment, his pissing contest had ruined the mood. 

"You're unbelievable." You sit back down on the towel that is still on the floor. 

"What? Would you rather I let him trick you?" Jungkook crouches down to be on the same level as you.

He didn't understand why you reacted the way you did. Anyone in your position would be thrilled to see their partner stand up for her. But his lack of confidence in your ability to defend yourself offended you. 

"First of all, ouch. I'm not as naive as I look, Jungkook." Annoyed, you focused on your phone and tried to ignore his presence. 

Seeing that he had upset you with his words, Jungkook rubbed his forehead as he tried to find the right words in his head so as not to offend you even more. 

"Baby, that's not what I meant." Jungkook blocks the view of your phone screen before using his index finger under your chin to get your attention. 

"I know you're not naive, and I didn't intend to hurt your feelings. It's just that..." He sighs and pauses for a moment before continuing. "I know those kinds of guys very well; those intentions weren't good towards you. You're a good girl, and I don't want anything bad to happen to you." 

It pissed him off that men these days - not all, but a large portion - see and think of women only as things to be used for their carnal pleasure. It seems that courtesy and chivalry have disappeared over the generations. But what made Jungkook even more upset was that this was happening to you. 

"I also know that you're not a damsel in distress, and I'm far from being the knight in shining armor, but as long as I'm breathing, I won't let anyone hurt you or play with you."

There was nothing but sincerity in his eyes. You knew Jungkook was not a macho man who only saw women as fragile little things. And you admired that. But at the moment you couldn't decide otherwise. 

"I know. Excuse me." 

"Only if you give me a beautiful smile." His silly smile, showing his bunny teeth, triggered yours. 

"Good girl." Your heart was racing in your chest. He had never talked to you like that. You never thought you'd hear a man speak to you like that, and strangely enough, it didn't bother you. When you read about it in books, you cringed because you found it too corny. It must have been the Jungkook effect. 

"Come on, pack your things, and come with me. There are some people I want you to meet." But his primary purpose - aside from introducing you to his friends - was to put as much distance as possible between you and the group of guys who continued to stare at you without an ounce of shame.  

Once you had gathered all your things and at least put on your black jeans shorts, Jungkook took you by the hand before pulling you towards two young men sitting on towels.

"Sit down." Like yours a few moments before, a black towel on the floor, probably Jungkook's, was lying on the floor.

Sitting on the towel next to you, Jungkook continued with the introductions. 

On your left, the one called SeokJin, Jin for the intimates, dressed in a white tank top and blue swim shorts, was not unknown to you. You didn't know him personally, but he was the customer of the Paradise Hotel you had served a week ago, sitting there watching his friends play. 

In front of him was another man you vaguely remembered seeing, but you had never interacted with him directly. His name was Taehyung. 

Jungkook's two friends were just as handsome as Jungkook, and you were sure that between the three of them, they must have made hearts flutter. Luckily for you, one wasn't yours, but it was the same. 

"If I'm not mistaken, you work at the Paradise Hotel, right?" Jin tried to get the conversation going. 

"Absolutely." 

"By the way, how is your head?" When Taehyung asked you that, you hadn't immediately understood what he was implying. Then, you remember that your first encounter with Jungkook was because a volleyball hit you in the head.  

"It's okay. It had hurt for a few minutes, but the pain passed quickly". You were too busy sucking his best friend's dick back then to worry about a bit of pain in your head.

"I'm really sorry." Taehyung continued, a shy smile on his lips as he rubbed his neck. 

"Don't worry about it. It was nothing serious except that I must have lost a neuron or two." The mood was light and cheerful. The four of you had talked for hours; you had gotten to know them and vice versa. Sometimes they teased Jungkook, and sometimes they even had inside jokes. 

Sometimes you even thought his friends knew more about your relationship with Jungkook than they were letting on, but you didn't mind because as long as they didn't judge you, you were okay.

You had never laughed as much as you did that afternoon. You had your fill between Jin cracking Dad's jokes and making himself laugh and Taehyung teasing Jungkook here and there. 

You decided to end your quiet afternoon at the beach when the sun disappeared behind the horizon line and the wind became slightly cooler. 

You were the one driving home while Jungkook was on the passenger side. Jin was the one who had picked him up at your house before going to the beach. He was supposed to drop Jungkook off after their guys' afternoon, but your presence had saved him from a little detour. 

During the drive, you noticed that Jungkook was lost in thought, but you didn't want to interrupt him, so you concentrated on the road and let the music softly break the silence. Your passenger was pleased about the meeting between you and his friends. But you couldn't help but wonder if things were moving too fast between you. 

You weren't even officially a couple - and Jungkook doubted that you would ever be, although he sincerely hoped that you would be - that you had already been introduced to his friends. Given your situation, you didn't need to meet his father, at least not as a girlfriend. 

But things were going so well between you that he couldn't help but integrate you into his life and introduce you to his circle. Ultimately, Jungkook decided not to think about the situation anymore because, according to him, we would remake the world with 'but' and 'ifs.' Instead, he preferred to let things take their course and live their relationship fully and day by day. 

Coming out of his thoughts, with only a few minutes left before arriving at your destination, Jungkook broke the silence.

"This is a good day that ended well." He put his hand on your thigh as he looked at you. You couldn't look away, but you knew from his voice that he was smiling at you.

"Yeah. Your friends are really cool. A little crazy, but cool." 

"I am sure they like you too." It made you happy to hear that. 

On the other hand, although everything was going well between you and the two men, something was still bothering Jungkook. He was happy that you got along with his friends, especially since you didn't have any friends in Busan, but he was a little worried about your closeness with Taehyung. 

Unlike Jungkook, Taehyung was a person who had no problem meeting people, a very social person. Jungkook, on the other hand, was more reserved, which made it much harder for him to meet new people. And even when new people are introduced to him, he needs to help engage in conversation.

Jungkook had to do much work to overcome his fear of the unknown. He had to force himself to be sociable, reach out to people, and let them into his life without trying to push them away before he knew them. This was easier said than done, but in the end, with a lot of courage and goodwill, Jungkook succeeded.

Sure, it took some work, but he overcame his shyness and became a natural extrovert. 

On the other hand, some things never die. The natural always comes back. His insecurity was always a reserve. Especially when it came to Taehyung. The two men had been friends for a long time, but that didn't stop Jungkook from occasionally comparing himself to his friend. 

Taehyung's appearance, voice, and charm made Jungkook doubt his abilities and what he had to offer to those who tried to get close to him. So seeing you laughing and having a good time with his friends, essentially the person causing his low self-esteem, made Jungkook unhappy, not directly at you, but at himself. 

Jungkook knew that despite the short time you two had spent together, getting to know each other and fucking occasionally, he knew he could trust you. He knew that if back then you chose him, it was because you were attracted to him and no one else. 

But that wasn't enough for his insecurities. So, instead of waiting quietly in his room, letting the water flow under the bridge and thinking, letting his fears dissipate so that he could finally have a clear head, he decided to confront you with the things stuck in his head.

Just before you went to the beach, you stopped to look at the Busan stores. The mall is full of stores with beautiful clothing and items. 

You have been thinking about updating your wardrobe for a while. Today, since you have nothing better to do, you decided to go shopping.

A few hours later, on your way home, you drove past the beach. With the sun still shining in the sky, you pulled into the parking lot before getting out your new swimsuit. Usually, when you buy new clothes, you only wear them once you put them in the washing machine to remove the germs and traces of all the people who tried them on before you bought them. 

But now you had no choice but to wear it if you wanted to enter the water. Satisfied that no one was around, you rushed to change before getting out of your car and enjoying the last rays of sunlight of the day. 

You were expecting a quiet, unhurried end to the day. You undoubtedly didn't wish to be disturbed by a man looking for a booty call, let alone an angry Jungkook.

However, the evening took a nice turn when you met Jungkook's two friends. Jin was quite simple, and despite his dad's jokes, he was funny and nice to hang out with. Taehyung was a real charmer and charlatan, but he was not mean. Just like Jin, it was effortless to talk and laugh with him. 

To be honest, Taehyung was charming and a very, very handsome man. He could charm anyone with his looks in a heartbeat. However, Jungkook was the one you were most interested in. Although the time spent with him was not long ago, Jungkook had a special place that no other man could have.

You were not sure if, in the future, another man would take the place Jungkook had, so you did not dare to say that no other man would ever take his place because you did not know what the future held. But for the moment, that seemed right.        

While still on the beach, you noticed that Jungkook had very little interaction with you. You watched as Jungkook forced a smile or a laugh out of his friends when they shared funny memories with you.

But suddenly, Jungkook stopped participating in the interactions. He would just say a few words here and there. He was very evasive and lost in his own thoughts.

Even on the drive home, he was reticent, his eyes lost in the scenery as it passed. When you got home, he locked himself in his room, and you haven't seen him since. 

That was about to change because Jungkook, walking with a determined step, had just knocked on your room door, which was already open. It was empty, but only for a few seconds because you had just exited your bathroom. 

You were surprised to see him there; you didn't think you would see him today, as he had locked himself in his room as soon as you had entered the house. But there he was, in front of you, and from what you could see, Jungkook had also just gotten out of the shower. His hair was wet, and he had swapped his sleeveless tank top and beach shorts for a hoodie and gray Puma track pants. 

He looked divine. He had also just come from the barbershop, where he had just trimmed his hair. The serious look on his face made him look dangerous, dark, and very attractive. Just looking at him was enough to turn you on. 

"Is everything okay? Do you need anything?" You had to distract yourself from the appearance of the man standing before you.

"Yes," his voice was hoarse. 

"How did you find my friends?" He walked towards you like a predator approaching its prey, taking baby steps to not frighten its future victim.

"They're friendly. I liked them. Tae is very charming and easy to talk to."

Ouch, Tae. Jungkook's fears began to come true. Frowning, his dark eyes fixed on yours, Jungkook walked towards you. His jaw tensed as his steps brought him closer to you.  

"Tae?" With every step he took towards you, he made you step back. 

"Yes, Tae, Taehyung." You frowned, wondering why Jungkook reacted like that? After all, he was the one who made the decision to introduce you to his friends. 

Jungkook knew that only very few people were allowed to call Taehyung that way, and if you called him that way, it was because you had the permission of the person in question. For Jungkook, this was proof that his friend was interested in you. And since you were only his step-sister in the eyes of society, if Taehyung ever decided to try something with you, Jungkook had no right to stop him. 

For once in his life, Jungkook wanted to be selfish. He wanted to have what Taehyung would hypothetically want. 

"So you like my friends. Especially Tae." His patience was limited, and he was determined to tell you that he didn't appreciate your closeness to his friend.

"I never said that; I..." 

You didn't have time to finish your sentence. Jungkook came over and threw you against the wall. His eyes were dark, and his gaze shot out lightning bolts threatening to hit you.

Like before with the guy on the beach, Jungkook had put on his intimidating guy mask. His serious look made you shiver and went straight to your body's most sensitive and easily aroused part.

Right now, the energy coming from Jungkook screamed 'danger,' which was a fucking turn-on for you.

"Today, you decided to push my buttons, didn't you? You've been a naughty girl." Pinned to the wall, you couldn't escape. Jungkook narrowed the distance between your faces, your lips brushing against each other as he spoke to you. 

"I almost lost my temper twice because of you." 

He catches your lower lip between his teeth before speaking slowly. So slowly and profoundly, your body betrays you, trembling under his breath and touches.

"The first time, on the beach, with all the men who dared to look at what is mine."

Then he kisses you roughly, stealing your breath and making you dizzy. Faced with this gesture, his faithful friend wakes up stuck in his pants. Jungkook presses his crotch against yours, causing a wave of pleasure. 

"I was this close to rearranging his face if you hadn't intervened."

What the hell was he getting at? Did the man's closeness on the beach, plus your closeness to his friends, really put him in that situation? 

"The second time was when you were with Taehyung." He grabs your chin and forces you to look into his eyes. 

"You like other men's attention on you, don't you?" He continues to rub your intimate parts together. 

Jungkook saw red. He knew that what he was throwing at you was all bullshit and that once his insecurities were gone, he would bite his fingers off in regret. But for now, he couldn't control the shit coming out of his mouth. 

"This is bullshit," Jungkook grabbed your chin again.

"Am I not paying enough attention to you, Kitten? Um, tell me."

You melt. This is bad; you shouldn't melt at Jungkook's immature, but at the same time, so exciting attitude. Your poor heart is about to give out. You were struggling to breathe correctly. Jungkook, on the other hand, enjoyed the power you let him have over you. Because, yes, that was the case, you allow him to have a hold on you.

Seeing your chest rise and fall so fervently, desperately trying to force air into your lungs. The air that Jungkook had stolen without any effort. The lustful look you gave him made Jungkook feel powerful.

He loved the warmth emanating from your body, which crashed into his. He moved his hands around your body, grabbing your breasts between his big hands, causing you to make sensual moans that made his cock throb.

When he saw that you were about to open your mouth again, he forced his lips on hers. 

"Shh, I don't want to hear you." His mouth came closer to your ear. "You don't know how much I wanted to strip you down, fuck you hard in front of all his men and show them who you belong to." 

His harsh words awoke your pussy even more. You longed for his caresses, his long cock caressing your walls. Your pussy desperately wanted to feel every millimeter of his long, hard cock penetrating you until it kissed your womb. Or Jungkook's mouth greedily devouring your pussy as his fingers sank into you. 

"Besides, I think you deserve a little punishment, you naughty girl." 

This Jungkook was in no way the sweet, gentle Jungkook you knew. He had never shown this dark and authoritarian side.

He grabbed you by the hair before throwing you on the bed. You landed flat on your stomach on the mattress and tried to get up but were forced to stay in the same position. Jungkook's hand is on your back, forcing you to stay still.

Jungkook's hands were on your hips, forcing you to lift your ass. He pulls down your shorts and panties simultaneously, exposing your already wet and aroused pussy. Suddenly, his hand comes down on the sensitive skin of your right butt, followed by a caress to soothe the tingling sensation caused by the rough contact of his palm against your sensitive skin.

You wanted all the things that Jungkook wanted to make you feel through his spanking. Strangely enough, you wanted to be used, to be fucked. You wanted to be fucked hard and deep for hours and hours without a break. In theory, you felt you could take it all in stride, but you knew you would not be able to in practice. Your pussy would be too sensitive, and eventually, you would feel more pain than pleasure.

Jungkook's spankings only made you feel worse. You were shaking all over; your pussy was getting wetter and wetter with every noise from Jungkook's beating. The tears were in your eyes, but you had no idea why they were there. The only thing you knew was that it felt delicious and that the man standing at the foot of the bed, right behind you, enjoyed giving you pleasure through pain. 

Ending your torture, a hand slipped unhesitatingly between your ass cheeks before reaching its main target, then his fingers dug roughly into your pussy. You moaned as his fingers sank deep into you, hitting soft, smooth walls well lubricated by your wetness. 

Just as suddenly as his fingers found their way into you, they found their way out the same way, leaving a slimy trail running down your thighs. 

"You belong to me, YN." Jungkook's voice was unrecognizable to you. It wasn't the first time you saw him acting out of lust, but this lust was mixed with something dark, something deeper.

"I can do whatever I want to you." His hand fell again on the poor right cheek of your beautiful, plump, round ass. 

"And now I want to turn your pretty little ass a nice pinkish red, which I'm sure will look great on you." Jungkook started the spanking with light slaps to continue his crescendo strokes. He was fascinated by the swaying and undulating of your ass under his care. Jungkook was an ass man. Beautiful butts like yours attracted him more than anything else.

As you were spanked, you felt your lower cheeks heat up as your pussy contracted into the void, calling out for his cock and inviting him to penetrate you as fast and hard as possible. Your sobs and moans really excited the person responsible for your current state. 

Your breathing quickened as Jungkook ended the series of spankings with a final one so sharp that the lines of his hand were imprinted on your already reddened skin.

The pain was there, but the lust and desire were over everything, so much so that you felt like you were going to die in this position, on all fours on your lover's bed, your back arched, pussy swollen, not knowing how much this was pleasing and exciting Jungkook even more. 

From time to time, while his hand was still touching your sensitive skin and your pussy was collecting all the pleasure flowing through you and going straight to it, you would hear Jungkook's grunts. 

Hearing them gave you the courage to bear the pain and all the torture. You just hoped that the game would be worth the candle. 

"Turn around." Without further ado, at the risk of making him even angrier than he already was, you turned around in the bed to face him. 

You were surprised to find him already naked. His clothes were on the floor while Jungkook stood naked before you, his erect cock, large and bright red at the tip. You loved the combination of his well-built body with his erect and swollen cock. It was out of the norm; at least, it was different from all the dicks you had ever seen. You had only seen three in your life - Jungkook's was the third, but he didn't need to know that.

"Open your mouth wide." Jungkook pushed into your mouth. 

"That's right," Jungkook growled. "Wet it well. Make sure it's well lubricated because I plan on shoving it deep into your tight fucking pussy. I'm going to spread your fucking hole nice and wide with my big cock, and you better be able to take it all, nice and easy."   

Jungkook pumped mercilessly into your mouth, and you struggled for air. Your jaw felt like it would break under the pressure of his bulk.

This went on for a good minute before Jungkook pulled out completely. Running out of strength and oxygen, you collapsed on the mattress, hoping to regain your strength. But Jungkook had other plans for you. He wanted to keep you the way you were. Weak and more...shall we say cooperative. 

Positioning you on all fours again on the bed with your head on the pillows, Jungkook slid two fingers right into your pussy, sinking into your wetness. As you began to arch your back, Jungkook gave you two final hard slaps on each buttock. 

He pumped you relentlessly, happy to see how much your pussy swallowed his fingers. As Jungkook wrapped his fingers around you, you moaned so loudly with pleasure that your voice echoed off the room's four walls and sounded like a beautiful symphony in Jungkook's ears.

He played with you and your moment of weakness for a while before he pulled out of you. You felt like you were going to die. You wanted to feel him inside you; you couldn't wait until Jungkook decided to dive into you. He had to do it quickly, or you would die of impatience.

As Jungkook leans in to whisper in your ear, the base of his cock rubs against your pussy as it is about to sink into you once and for all, freeing you from your ordeal. 

"I think we've played enough, don't you?" The look you gave him out of the corner of your eye gave Jungkook a feeling of pure, primal pleasure.

"Now I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't remember who you are. I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll pass out, and when you wake up, you'll feel me inside you for days. 

And so he found himself the next second with his cock deep inside you. With the weight of his body against yours, you didn't have the strength to support both of you, so you collapsed on the bed with Jungkook still on top of you, pressing you against the mattress. 

True to his words, Jungkook fucked you hard and without mercy. A hard, pounding fuck that forced you to beg him again and again, to beg him to let you come when pleasure knocked at your door.

Only Jungkook didn't want to be merciful to you. Were you lenient with him when you got close to his friend? Were you lenient with him when you forced him to watch you laughing and giggling with Taehyung when he had not said a word for almost the rest of the evening?

Or when you came home and lived your life while Jungkook himself was not well? No, you weren't. So why would he be like that towards you? That's why he had decided to torture you even more because what he had put you through wasn't good enough. 

"You want to come?" You gasped as you felt your orgasm coming on, and even though Jungkook wasn't far away either, he didn't want to end his little game. So he stopped all movements and kept his cock hotly pressed into your little pussy, which tightened around him, making it even harder. 

"You're going to have to be patient, baby." 

"No!" You whimper. "Please, let me come. Please."

"I love to hear you beg." He throws his head back, a pretty predatory smile on his delicious lips before pistoning dry inside you. 

"You want to come, right?" Another hard thrust.

You began to see stars; each time, his words were accompanied by a sharp push that made him thrust hard into you as the head of his cock chastely kissed your womb. 

"Please, Koo, I can't hold it any longer." 

"Don't call me that." Another push and your ears began to ring as your vision began to blur. 

"You have no right to call me that right now, angel." His blows became harder and harder. 

Jungkook's broad hand snaked around your neck, and his face moved closer to yours. His lips on yours were warm and wet. 

"But I'm still going to give you the pleasure just because you were a good girl and took everything I gave you." Yes! Finally! It was high time he gave you what you wanted because you didn't feel you could take what he had in store. 

Your body began to go limp in a helpless way. You wanted to come then and be conscious that all your efforts were not in vain.  

"Then fucking come." That's all he said before he started pumping into you like crazy. 

The tip of his cock not only kissed your uterus properly, causing a multitude of shivers to run down your body, but his cock also caressed your G-spot, the most sensitive and eager spot inside you. 

And in no time, you and Jungkook were at the edge of the cliff, jumping off in unison, hand in hand. Both figuratively and literally. While you buried your head in the pillows, Jungkook took your hand before squeezing it hard as his pleasure invaded his body and mind.

He emptied his balls into you. His semen poured into you, painting your walls with his color.

Jungkook stayed inside you for a while, waiting to catch his breath. Then when his breath and strength returned, He rolled over you before lying on the bed beside you. You didn't move anymore; you couldn't anyway. You could not move anymore; none of your muscles obeyed you. 

"Holy shit. That was something." Jungkook laughed as he was still a little dazed. 

Not seeing you react, Jungkook was worried. Turning his head to your side, he saw you in the same position he had left you.

"Baby?" You didn't answer. 

"Baby, fuck." His voice had lost any hint of cheerfulness and was overwhelmed with worry.

"Honey, answer me." Jungkook knelt on the bed and turned you over so you were on your back. 

But his worry disappeared as quickly as it came when he saw a big smile on your lips. 

"You little..."

Your laughter echoed around the room.

"Did you think you killed me, Jeon?" When you finally opened your eyes, you saw a shocked look on his face.

"You won't get rid of me anytime soon." You could see the tension on Jungkook's shoulders disappear, replaced by relief. 

"I thought you passed out." 

Jungkook resumes his position beside you and takes you in his arms, bringing your two shiny, exhausted bodies together. Your back is pressed against Jungkook's torso while his limp cock is wedged between your reddened ass. 

"A few more poundings, and I'd pass out." You laugh at your misfortune, and Jungkook follows. 

Comfortable, wrapped in his body warmth, you let Morpheus take you in. But before you fell into the limbo of sleep, you heard Jungkook say vaguely: 

"You are mine." Then you let his soft breathing rock you.

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[laceswan]

Headcannons for Tenya Iida x new money!ballerina!reader

(As someone who comes from new money)

Meeting and Confession

⁃ They met at a nutcracker show. Tenya was there with his family, but he stayed behind to meet the dewdrop that caught his eye. They exchanged numbers that day, and became friends.

⁃ Fun fact, Tenya saved her in his phone as Dewdrop, and it ends up being her nickname.

⁃ Both of them have very busy schedules, so in-person meetings are infrequent.

⁃ The feelings became apparent when there was a villain attack across the street from her company building. She was in rehearsal, which paused to watch through the window. She saw his costume zipping around and helping people, and then he disappeared inside the building.

⁃ She didn’t see him again before the smoke started digging up her field of vision. The villains had presumably started a fire, and as a precaution in the case of it spreading, rehearsal was cancelled and firefighters were called.

⁃ Most of the dancers went home, assured that the heroes would take care of it, and the company wouldn’t be in any danger. And that was what happened.

⁃ But (Y/n) stayed behind. There was a group of civilians gathering behind the barracks to watch, most of them watching to see if their loved ones survived, and she joined them.

⁃ The sun had set, but the fire kept everything just as bright.

⁃ Eventually, the smoke began to clear a bit, and she saw a familiar costume make its way through the smog.

⁃ People cheered, asked for autographs, journalists asked questions and pointed their cameras, but (Y/n) stood behind, waiting for the action to die down.

⁃ Once it did, and Tenya was clearly fatigued, she called out “Ingenium?”

⁃ He turned around, with a sudden change in demeanor, back to the heroic persona he embraced for interviews. That is, until her saw her.

⁃ “(Y/n)… why are you here?”

⁃ “I dance across the street.”

⁃ “A-are you hurt? You should be seeing a doctor, or going home if it’s not bad-“

⁃ She placed her hands on his arms, needing to stretch them out rather far, and in all honesty, he probably couldn’t feel it through his armor.

⁃ “Tenya. I’m fine. I’m came here to see if you were alright. Are you hurt?”

⁃ “Only a little. I’ll patch myself up when I get home.”

⁃ She shook her head a little and pulled on his gloved hands, leading him away from the crime scene that was not being cleaned up.

⁃ “Do you need to go back to the agency? Where do you keep your costume when you don’t wear it?”

⁃ “The agency. Why? Where are you leading me?”

⁃ “My car. You said you’d patch yourself up. That’s not happening. I’ll drive us to the agency, and then I’ll patch you up. Patching yourself up all alone is just so sad.”

⁃ He was too tired to refuse.

⁃ The car ride was silent. They got the agency, he took off his costume, and in his office, she found his first aid kit and began to clean and bandage his wounds. They said nothing.

⁃ The whole time, both of them were immersed in deep thought. Coincidentally, drawing the same conclusions.

⁃ As she finished the final wound, (Y/n) finally broke the everlasting silence.

⁃ “Tenya, I’ve been thinking.”

⁃ He turned his head to look at her.

⁃ “Hmm?”

⁃ “I was so worried when you disappeared into the building and didn’t come out. I didn’t think I could worry that much about someone. I’m so scared or losing you… and I think I know why.”

⁃ His mind toyed with the idea that it was what he had come to realise as well.

⁃ “What is it?”

⁃ “Before I tell you, promise you won’t run away?”

⁃ “Dewdrop, just tell me.”

⁃ She dropped her head, leaning into his shoulder a bit.

⁃ “I think I like you. A lot. And not just as a friend. If you don’t, we can still be friends, that ok. I-If you’re not ok with that, I guess-“

⁃ Now it was his turn to place his hands on either side of her, clutching her arms. She bolted upright to look at him.

⁃ “(Y/n). I’m not going anywhere. And I think I like you too.”

⁃ Her eyes widened, and she began to smile, which he soon followed. Soon it turned into cry-laughing, as (Y/n) returned to leaning into his shoulder.

⁃ “I was scared too. When I saw you there, there were so many questions, so many scenarios ran through my head and I… (Y/n) I want to keep you safe.”

⁃ Her laughing became more like crying, wetting the fabric on his shoulder.

⁃ “Dewdrop, what’s going on?”

⁃ “Nothing, is just been an emotionally taxing day. I’m tired.”

⁃ His hand reached up to remove the bobby pins and hairnet, and then brush through her hair with his fingers.

⁃ “It’s ok, you can relax. Sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

⁃ She lifted her head to look him in the eyes.

⁃ “You should too. You’ve had a hard day, you need to sleep.”

⁃ With no words, he stood up and walked over to the couch by the window of his office, pulling her along with him. He laid down and pulled her to lie on top of him. They fell asleep quickly, finally resting.

⁃ (Y/n) woke up that morning to the sound of typing. The light of day was still a pale blue, and she was alone on the couch, missing the warmth she fell asleep next to.

⁃ The office was neat, everything was organised and looked exactly in its place except for some bobby pins, a hairnet, and a hair tie which were placed at the corner of her desk.

⁃ She could see his back, wearing the same shirt as the night before, typing at his computer, presumably paperwork or answering emails.

⁃ “Tenya,”

⁃ Her voice was quiet, but he heard it loud and clear. He turned around in his chair.

⁃ “You’re awake.”

⁃ She nodded with a little smile.

⁃ “I don’t want you to feel unwelcome, but you should probably go home. That way you can change and all that before you need to go back to rehearsal.”

⁃ She stood up, gathering her things and making her way to the door. He walked her to her car, and like a gentleman, opened every door for her on the way. Before she got into her car, he gently tugged on her hand.

⁃ “(Y/n), I meant what I said last night. I’d love to take you out to dinner sometime.”

⁃ “That sounds wonderful.”

⁃ She left him with a kiss on the cheek and a bright smile.

As a Boyfriend

⁃ Tenya was a perfect boyfriend, mainly because he tried so hard to be.

⁃ He always made an effort to be there for her, support her career, plan regular dates that never became mundane.

⁃ But there was one thing that was hard for him.

⁃ He was naturally a bit stiff, it was hard for him to relax unless he truly didn’t have the energy to maintain his usual rigidity.

⁃ And through that, he rarely confided in her. Almost never did he look to her for comfort, as he always wanted to be the one there for her, the one keeping her safe.

⁃ She did eventually confront him about it, and it wasn’t an immediate change, but he began working on it.

⁃ Cuddles with him were incredible. His body runs warm, and he’s got a rather large frame, meaning that whenever they cuddled, (Y/n) would end up nestled into him. Even if he understood cognitively that she could handle herself, it made him so happy to be holding her, keeping her safe.

⁃ In terms of gifts, they would run on the expensive side. He runs a hero agency, he’s wealthy, as is his family.

⁃ Whenever (Y/n) mentioned something that interested her, regardless of price, he’s find a way to get it. Within reason of course, but that reason included designer items.

⁃ This was a shock to her, it made her feel high maintenance and vain. And she told him that, to which he assured that it was his choice, not something he felt obligated to do.

⁃ One time, he paid for a new pair of pointe shoes, custom dyed so that she wouldn’t have to lose half a bottle of foundation to make it match her skin tone. That was probably the sweetest gift her got her.

Meeting the family

⁃ Tenya’s family is rich, and it’s been like that for a long time. There are traditions, some of which have been left in the past, and others that are maintained, whether they be explicitly stated or not.

⁃ For example, his parents don’t super care who he ends up with, so long as they aren’t a gold digger, and have a moderately successful life.

⁃ (Y/n) made jokes about coming from money, but her upbringing never would have prepared her for the family she met.

⁃ They didn’t have an estate or anything like that, but it was certainly a mansion.

⁃ His family was nice, but there was an undercurrent of caution throughout the dinner.

⁃ When they were alone, (Y/n) asked what was going on.

⁃ “Almost everyone in this family has, at one point or another, been the object of false affection because someone wanted the money we have.”

⁃ That had never even occurred to her. No one had ever warned her about that, she’d never had experience with that, largely because she didn’t flaunt her wealth much. She wore nice clothes and carried herself well, but never did she think that someone was interested in her because of the life she had.

⁃ But it certainly made sense. After that conversation, (Y/n) tried even harder to show that her intentions were true, and that she really loved Tenya.

⁃ The family legacy was another thing she found a bit jarring when she got closer to the family. Family was a big part of his life, taking on the mantle of Ingenium mattered perhaps more than anything else to him.

⁃ Even though they didn’t say it outright or mean to, she could tell the pressure came from his parents.

⁃ When he was having a bad day, there were a bunch of little phrases she would say in the midst of comforting him.

⁃ The one that always made him melt and love her more than ever was:

⁃ “I feel so safe with you, Ingenium or not.”

#bnha iida #iida x you #tenya iida x reader #tenya headcanons #tenya iida #bnha #bnha headcannons #iida headcanons #iida fluff #tenya iida fluff #ballerina reader #ballerina!reader #new money reader

[qoeww]

Oh, aren't the tickets unnecessarily cheap?

Well, turtle bros are working hard these times and they definitely deserve an award (not romantic)

Warning: Nothing

No spoiler from movie

Writing type: Short fic

Author note: Haha the movie haha...༎ຶ‿༎ຶ BTW PLEASE GO AND GİVE A HİGHSCORE AT IMDB WHAT THE SHELL IS 5,4??????

This week was so hard for bros, at some point, all the villains seemed to agree to attack at the same time. You haven't seen the turtle's faces for a week, they even reply to your messages late.

You can't lie, you really missed them. You were in a position to not be angry if they come to your house and break everything again. So thanks for your clever mind (and losing your way home) you just found out that Jupiter Jim's new movie was played in theaters. Brothers always talked about it and made you watch but it was... Eh, it was looking low budget and kinda make you remember Star Trek but if they love it maybe you could put up with an hour or two.

You handed the money in your pocket to the young man who works there and bought 5 tickets.

"Oh, aren't the tickets unnecessarily cheap?" You looked at the boy when you took the change. You weren't even sure if he was really listening to you, his eyes were staring blankly.

"Well, if you want to, you can give more."

"Ok, ok, haha- have a nice day sir!"

You took your phone out of your pocket and called Donnie, the phone rang several times and you heard the voice of the purple turtle.

"Y/N, What happened?" He sounded so tired, normally he wouldn't stretch his words, but now it was too long and difficult for him to even say three words.

"Oh, I was gonna say, prepare with your bros and meet me at the cinema."

"HEY, IS THAT Y/N?"

"Yes, Leon and why Y/N? I don't think some of us can even lift their feet."

"C'moooon, don't be a game breaker. I'm waiting you"

"Y/N-"

Donnie looked in disbelief at the beeping phone on his face.

"Well guys, Y/N is waiting us at the cinema."

A different voice came out of every head that heard this. After some minutes to accept their fate, Raph stood up and stretched.

"Ok, D get the keys and I will carry Leo and Mikey to car. C'mon guys."

You waited 15 minutes in front of the cinema, wow- No one really came here. The charging icon of the phone was red, there was nothing you could do but wait. You started to play with the stone at your feet, threw it forward, and followed it with another kick. As you continued like this, a painful brake sound was heard near his ears. The brothers' car stood before you in all its splendor and with the tired turtles inside.

"Y/N, why are we he-"

"Shhh, Raph silence. TA-TA-TADAM, LOOK!" You pointed at the poster of Jupiter Jim with your hands with a proudful smile

"OHMIGOSH, ISN'T THIS JUPITER JIM'S NEW MOVİE AAAAAAA-"

"I totally forgot about it, damn thanks Y/N!"

"I wrote about it in my program but... I didn't see it, eh."

You watched from behind as all three brothers rushed to the cinema. You missed seeing them.

Feeling the pressure on your shoulder, you turned around and Raph was standing there with the warmest smile on his face. "Hey Y/N, thank you so much."

"LEO DON'T PUT YOUR FOOT ON THE SEAT, I CAN NOT SEE!"

"Shhhh shut up guys, I can't hear!"

"RAPH YOU POURED THE WHOLE POPCORN!"

"OH, I'M SOR-"

"Don't worry guys, I'm here for saving the day." Leo grabbed the katana and shook it in the air.

"NO, LEO PLEASE-"

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Eternal love - Chapter 4

A/N: Sorry for such the long delay on this chapter. Between taking a break mentally on everything and getting sick I had ideas but could not right. This chapter is not exactly what i wanted for but things don't always go as planned.

Everything with Phil has been going great, it's been a fun couple of weeks going on dates and waking up next to him. I would never admit this to anyone but he is something nice to look at.  However this morning, I find myself wanting more. Phil has admitted he doesn’t want to settle down and I can’t blame him. He has a reputation to keep up in this town and as a bar owner. 

I’m home today alone and I pull out my phone. For some reason I never deleted a picture of Jake and I, you can’t see his face but I know it's him. My heart starts to break all over again. I put my phone down and go and make myself another cup of coffee trying to get my mind to focus on work.

Jakes POV: Last time I reached out to her she told me she never wanted to see or hear from me again. I can’t blame her but I have to know she’s safe. I look at my laptop and see she’s home. It's where she has been lately. I’m 200 miles away in colville to keep distance between us because if I see her face I’m going to lose it and run to her.

I take a sip of coffee as I watch my screen between tracking her and my pursuers. I’ve had little sleep but I need to make sure they stay away from her. I realized they were only close to her last time because I was so I stayed away. Everything in my heart is telling me to run to her and kiss her one more time but her safety will always be my importance. I just don’t see what she see’s in Phil still. She told me I didn’t have to worry about him and yet they are together, at least for now. 

I know guys like him, he will mess up and she will walk away. I had learned things about her and she isn’t one to give second chances. I hope I can be the expectation that once I get everything cleared up because god how I miss that smile as she looks at me with those eyes. The touch of her hands on my face that is used to being covered by this mask. She saw me and while I should be worried that someone is going to come after her I can’t let her into this life with me. That's why I ran all those weeks ago from her. I knew she would hate me for it but it was the only way I could keep her safe.

MC POV:

It’s been a couple hours and I finally got work done today, thankfully my boss hasn’t noticed me slacking lately. I keep telling myself I won’t go down the rabbit hole of finding a way to help Jake but I find myself on the dark web. He had shown me some of it when we were together so I found myself in a forum. I never post or talk to anyone but I hope to know he is okay.

I finally about to close when I see a notification pop up: “if anyone knows where Nym is or that girl he is with there is reward for him alive”

Shit, shit, shit. He’s already with someone else and they are looking for him and her. I grab my phone and I still have his number saved. I go to type something when I see he comes online and I stop. 

“No MC you are not to get caught up in his issues” I say aloud to myself. As I delete his number this time and delete the account I created in that chat form.

I take a deep breath and I call Phil up. He answers and I hear him already in the bar. “Hey love” he says.

“Hey, I was hoping to catch you before the bar opened but I guess I'm a bit late tonight.” I say sadly.

“You can always come stop by, once one of my employees comes in we can head upstairs.” I hear that sly smile of his.

“No, I should rest. Today was a rough day at work and I haven’t eaten except for drinking coffee and a protein bar,” I say with a sigh.

“I’ll make it up to you” he says as I hear him helping a customer.

‘Its okay really. I’ll come stop by in the morning tomorrow as I don’t have work.”

‘Okay see you then love, goodbye” he says as he hangs up.

“Goodbye” I say into the phone to noone.

I go and order myself some takeout and decide to do a little bit of cleaning as I throw on my favorite playlist at the moment. I hear my phone go off but I decide to ignore it. I need to stop jumping at my phone everytime it goes off. It's a bad habit I got into with Jake as I always wanted to talk to him. I hear the doorbell ring and the food is there. As I’m about to close the door a hand stops me and I see it’s Dan and Jessy.

“I tried calling you, boo,” says Dan.

“Sorry I was doing some cleaning,’ I say with a sigh as I let them in and put the food down. “What's going on?” I am concerned they are both here.

He pulls out his phone and there's a text message from an unknown sender. 

???: Tell us where nymos girl is and no one gets hurt

“I didn’t answer because I know you're not his anymore but obviously someone else didn’t get the message and you're in danger. Have you heard from hackerboy?” Dan asks.

I look at him and Jessy concerned, “no not for a couple weeks. I deleted his contact from my phone because he’s part of my past now” I say as I turn around to grab my food.

“Well someone things you're still his, MC” says Jessy.

“Well I’m NOT! I don’t care what he’s up to anymore, for all we know he could be someone new.” I yell.

Dan looks at Jessy, “what's going on? Don’t tell us anything because we know you MC.” Dan states.

“I still miss him okay! I thought he was my eternal love and he walked away from me. I thought we could work through whatever issues we had but he decided to run away instead of fighting for us. So I'm trying to do the same.” I cry out.

“Is that what this is with Phil?” asks Jessy.

“Phil is just something fun for now. There is no end game with him and I plan on breaking it off tomorrow.” I say with a sigh.

Dan comes up and wraps his arms around me. “MC, you still love him don’t you?” he asks

The tears fall and I lean into Dan’s chest. “How am I supposed to stop loving the man that my soul is made for?” I ask looking up at him.

“It won’t be easy but you will make it through I promise you.” he says.

We enjoy a night watching movies and eatting dinner while also playing some games.

I wake up the next morning and remember I have to go over to Phil’s Jessy and Dan are still there so I make up coffee and leave them a note. I head over there and knock on the door.

“Morning” he says as he answers the door in just sweatpants with that sly smile.

“Phil, can we talk?” I ask

“You're not happy are you?” he asks

“No, it was fun. I won’t deny that but my heart isn’t in it. I need more time to get over him. I’m sorry” I say looking down.

“It’s okay,we both knew this was just something fun. No hard feelings.”

“Thanks Phil, I’ll see you around.” I say with a soft smile.

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The Box (Ragdoll x Reader)

You woke up one morning to a box at your door. You didn't order anything. There wasn't a return address, only your own. The box was fairly heavy so much so you had to push it inside. 

You left it in your kitchen and headed into the bedroom to get changed. When you had returned the box was open and on its side. You blinked a couple of times, fear flooding your entire being. You hadn't opened the box and it wasn't the way you left it. That was all kinds of problematic. Furthermore, now that you had an empty box, you couldn't help but worry what was in your apartment that could one: open a box and two: get out of the box. You reached for your phone, not necessarily sure who to call but knew you should probably call someone. Suddenly, you froze. 

You could hear crunching. Literal chewing noises. Slowly you moved towards the noise and found its source. It was under your sink, the only thing being between you and the source was your wooden cabinet door. Rather under-prepared you flung the door open and screeched, recoiling back. "Peter!?" "Hey, (Y/N). How've you been!?" The white mask turned to you, red dreadlocks framing the face. You knew this man. It was Ragdoll and he was folded up multiple times to fit under your sink. It almost resembled a snail. His legs rolled up twice between his hips and ribs. However the crunching was him, munching away on your bag of Dorito's. "Peter?" You began. "Yes?" He replied. "How did you get here?" You asked. "So I ticked off a particular cat and had hoped Jervis could hide me. He put me in the box and had me shipped to you. I'll give him credit, I didn't think he'd be able to get a full grown man shipped but here we are. Although, he didn't give me anything to eat so...hope you don't mind." He explained. "I mind on so many levels." You blinked slowly. "I was looking forward to those." "If it helps...they're delicious." He said. "It doesn't but I'm too busy being in awe that you're bending that way." You stared at him. He scoffed. "I'd be a horrendous contortionist otherwise, no?" You raised your index finger. "I don't think you have a spine." He sighed. "Don't be silly, dear. Of course I do! How else would I be able to stand?" He shifted and bent at an even more awkward angle. "Admit you don't have a spine!" You winced. He chuckled but said nothing.  "Can you get out of there?" You asked. He sighed. "I suppose so." "Can I offer you some milk? Calcium strengthens bones and by the looks of yours... yours are very bendy." You asked as he leaned on your counter. "Water's fine." Peter shrugged. "Okay, I'm gonna make some calls because...I don't know what to do with you. No offense." You said warily and Peter shrugged again. 

Out of pure luck, the Riddler answered his phone. "What do you want? I'm busy." He never offered a 'hello' and chances were he didn't bother to save anyone's numbers. Therefore for all you knew, the Riddler had no idea who was calling -and didn't care- everyone got the same greeting. "Ed?" You asked. "It's Edward. Force your brain to suffer through the rest of the name, it'll prevent it from going to mush. (Y/N) is it?" You paused. "Yeah...it's me." "I knew it! I'm always right. Now what do you want?" "Uh...I have Ragdoll in my kitchen." You began slowly. "Do you? Well, that's surprising. I wouldn't think you had anything valuable for him to steal. He's losing his touch if you actually caught him." "No, no, no! He wasn't stealing from me...I hope. Jervis sent him to me...in a box." You looked at Peter who lifted his mask. He grinned at you with a gleam in his mask before reaching for something else to eat. You turned away before you could identify what it was as the Riddler seemed to grow impatient. "Alright, however, none of this explanation seems to actually involve me so-"  "No! Edward, don't hang up! I...I don't know what to do! He's apparently hiding from Catwoman, went to Jervis, who sent him to me. He got out of the box -by himself-, hid under my sink and is eating my food! What do I do!?" "Tell him to leave." Edward's tone told you it was the most simple thing in the world. You were not so sure. "I can't just- WAH!" You had turned and cut yourself off with a shriek. There was silence.  "Are you dead?" Edward asked curiously. Your jaw was wide open. Peter was eating the Doritos again but balancing on his elbows and ribs on the counter, his legs were over his head and dangling off the other side of the counter. "You don't eat with your legs over your head and on the counter!? Who raised you!?" You asked loudly and Peter snickered. "How are you even doing that your stomach is over your head!" You yelped. "I'm still here." Edward drawled down the phone. "He's not even eating them the right way up!" You shrieked down the phone. "What do I do!?" 

Peter rolled forward, legs on the floor as he unfurled the rest of his body to a stand that didn't last long as he bent back into a backbend and began walking to your living room. "Come sit with me." Peter called. "Peter, you're not even sitting you're in a backbend!" You screeched. You turned your attention back to the Riddler. "Edward, seriously, I'm not playing around. What do I do!? Should I be concerned that Catwoman is going to come in here!? Jervis knows where I live! Is Peter going to choke me out with his legs or make me wear him as a scarf!? What do I do!? Give me some advice!" There was a moment of silence before he spoke up. "Don't play twister with him. You won't win." Your jaw dropped again. You swallowed, trying to calmly let out your next sentence...you failed terribly. "That's it!? That's your advice!?" "Dear, you've forgotten where this is remotely my problem and if I would even care. Which I don't. Make sure you have everything before he leaves. Which he will on his own accord. He doesn't stick around for very long. Thankfully. He's just wanting attention, then he'll leave and you'll not be able to so much as track him down until he inevitably comes back for more attention. Now if you excuse me, I have real matters to attend to. Its been a pleasure, (Y/N). Farewell." The call ended. 

You stared Peter down who once again moved his head forward between his legs to get a better look at you. He grinned. "Judging by that look, Eddie wasn't very helpful. Although I could have told you that. So now what? Do you have Twister?" "I just got an idea." A grin broke out on your face. "Oh I love that look, tell me more." Peter moved quickly towards you before moving out of his backbend to stand before you. He was surprisingly much taller than you had thought. "How about a trip to the Riddler, hm?" You offered with a mischievous smile. "Do I get to take the Doritos with me?" He asked. "Yes...but you owe me a bag." "You got it." Peter nodded eagerly. "Tell you what I'll throw in a bag of M&M's if you annoy the living shit out of him." You offered. "I do that just by breathing." Peter tilted his head. "No, I know. I mean, you actively try to annoy him every second you're there." You replied. He let out a giggle. "Oh I like you. You've got yourself a deal! Are the M&M's a freebie or do I owe you those too?" He asked. "No, those are the freebie, pay me back by annoying the shit out of him." You replied. He grinned. "I can do that." "Okay we need tape and that box. I'm going to print off a new label. I'll drive you there and then we'll stick you in there. I'm not a monster." You said and Peter practically shook with excitement. 

"Okay, I'm fairly certain these guys work for the Riddler over there. They haven't seen us yet. In you get." You grabbed the duct-tape. Peter giggled with glee before getting into the box on his knees. You watched as he curled back and into himself. "Close me up!" He said and you bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing at how excited he was. 

You approached the work men outside the Riddler’s hideout. Or at least that's the disguise. You had their attention almost immediately. "Hey...um, I was told to deliver this to this address? I'm not sure if I have the right place...it looks...abandoned." You looked around the place. The 'builders' quickly got your attention. "I'm sure you've got the right place, love. Just let us check with the boss, yeah?" One spoke as he eyed you like you were a piece of meat and you nodded meekly. Another turned his back, quickly making a call. "You guys got a job out here then?" You asked. "Yeah." The 'builder' grinned and lit of a cigarette. "Apparently the Mayor wants to clean up the place and others around Gotham." You smiled. "Oh so you have your work cut out for you then?" You nodded pleasantly. "Hope you get a bonus or something at the end of the year for all the hard work. Gotham's a bit of a shithole." "Oh don't we know it." The 'builder' agreed. "We better get some kind of bonus or I'm lookin' for another job." You giggled. "Too right!" 

The other 'builder' turned back around who had previously been on the phone and nodded. "Yeah, you got the right place." "Great!" You turned to open the back of your car and grabbed the box. It didn't budge. Oh. Right. Grown man. You looked at the 'builders' sheepishly. "Can I have some help? It's really heavy." A few of the group chuckled. "Sure thing, love." The 'builder' and the other who was on the phone walked to the back of your car. "I needed someone to put it in the back too. I'm sorry about this, I forgot! I'm so embarrassed!" You exclaimed. "Don't worry about it. Some of its quite heavy." You watched them carry the box up the stairs. "Oh shit! Can I take a picture of the box to show I delivered it? New company policy, as if I'm gonna need whatever's in there." You laughed. "Sure thing!" They called back.  It was too easy, there's no way you weren't going to get a picture of this and send it to everyone you ever knew. "Thanks guys, you've been a great help." You smiled after taking the picture. "Can you guys manage?"  You hoped with everything in you that they'd say you could go. "We can take it from here, love. Have a good night!" "You too!" You grinned and headed back down the stairs. The moment you were driving off you were cackling. You couldn't believe that had worked so smoothly. 

"Here it is boss...where do you want us to put it?" The henchman asked. The Riddler looked over his shoulder and pointed behind him. "There- with the other boxes. I’m suprised, I wasn’t expecting that for another few hours yet." "That delivery person was a real cutie." He heard one henchman mumble to the other who mumbled back in agreement. "I was tempted to get their number if I didn't have Molly at home." The Riddler rolled his eyes. "I've heard about that company policy though. They're taking pictures now because apparently people are stealing the stuff? They were right, why would they want what ever is in here?" The Riddler quirked his brow. "What?" He turned in his chair. "Oh, sorry boss-" One of the henchmen began but the Riddler cut him off. "No, what were you just saying? They commented on not wanting what was in there?" The Riddler pressed. "For all they know, I could have ordered an excessive amount of gold!" The two henchmen blinked and the Riddler sighed.  "Morons, never mind just go! I'm busy!" They left. 

The Riddler sighed before getting up and briefly leaving the room fetching more diagrams. He didn't hear the crunch of chewing. The moment Peter heard footsteps walk away he pushed his ribs upwards. You had done quite the tape job. No worries, he could move his arm. Edward returned eyes scrutinising the papers in his hands. His eyes flickered to the the pile of boxes in the middle of the room before continuing. Suddenly he halted. All of those boxes were now open. One of them shouldn't have been. He looked back. No, all boxes were open. He dropped his papers and moved towards the pile. 

The box was empty. That's when he heard it. Chewing. Edward scanned the room and yelped. There, dangling off of his machine, was Ragdoll. Peter held out a palm. "M&M?" The Riddler realised what had happened immediately. "No." He ground out. He couldn't believe this. He couldn't believe what had happened. Peter shrugged. "Suit yourself. Do you know they released brownie M&M's?" "No, I meant this can’t be happening right now!" The Riddler snapped. "Oh..." Peter replied. "...did you want a M-" "No!" The Riddler bellowed. He dived for his phone and began to dial immediately. "Oh, (Y/N)'s in trouble!" Peter sang with a giggle. 

"Hello?" "You vile, insolent, roguish fucking-" The Riddler was almost foaming at the mouth with rage. "Ed! Ed! Ed!" You called back. "Listen, I have one thing to say for myself and I think you'll appreciate it!" You spoke. "What!?" He snapped. "Don't play Twister with him, you won't win." The Riddler screamed with rage and threw his phone at Ragdoll who ducked his head down. The phone narrowly missed him and smashed to pieces when it hit the bricks of the wall behind him. Peter gasped. "Eddie! You just broke your phone!" "Shut up!" The Riddler yelled. 

Jonathan's phone vibrated, he looked at it to see he was sent a picture with the caption. ‘Peter's going to visit Eddie.’ He cracked a smile. If he listened carefully, he had no doubt he'd hear the Riddler's screaming. 

Jervis squeaked as his phone rang. "Hello?" He asked meekly. "(Y/N) just sent me a picture of what I believe to be Peter Merkel in a box outside Edward's hideout." Jonathan said. "Oh? Should I have not left him at (Y/N)'s?" Jervis pursed his lips. "Oh Jervis...you might have gotten them killed by Edward." Jonathan chuckled. "Oh no! Oh dear, Mr Crane! That was not my intent! I only had Peter sent!" He yelped. 

Her phone buzzed and Selina looked at the image and chuckled. "Time to pay Eddie a visit."

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Eternal Love - Chapter 4

Everything with Phil has been going great, it's been a fun couple of weeks going on dates and waking up next to him. I would never admit this to anyone but he is something nice to look at.  However this morning, I find myself wanting more. Phil has admitted he doesn’t want to settle down and I can’t blame him. He has a reputation to keep up in this town and as a bar owner. 

I’m home today alone and I pull out my phone. For some reason I never deleted a picture of Jake and I, you can’t see his face but I know it's him. My heart starts to break all over again. I put my phone down and go and make myself another cup of coffee trying to get my mind to focus on work.

Jakes POV: Last time I reached out to her she told me she never wanted to see or hear from me again. I can’t blame her but I have to know she’s safe. I look at my laptop and see she’s home. It's where she has been lately. I’m 200 miles away in colville to keep distance between us because if I see her face I’m going to lose it and run to her.

I take a sip of coffee as I watch my screen between tracking her and my pursuers. I’ve had little sleep but I need to make sure they stay away from her. I realized they were only close to her last time because I was so I stayed away. Everything in my heart is telling me to run to her and kiss her one more time but her safety will always be my importance. I just don’t see what she see’s in Phil still. She told me I didn’t have to worry about him and yet they are together, at least for now. 

I know guys like him, he will mess up and she will walk away. I had learned things about her and she isn’t one to give second chances. I hope I can be the expectation that once I get everything cleared up because god how I miss that smile as she looks at me with those eyes. The touch of her hands on my face that is used to being covered by this mask. She saw me and while I should be worried that someone is going to come after her I can’t let her into this life with me. That's why I ran all those weeks ago from her. I knew she would hate me for it but it was the only way I could keep her safe.

MC POV:

It’s been a couple hours and I finally got work done today, thankfully my boss hasn’t noticed me slacking lately. I keep telling myself I won’t go down the rabbit hole of finding a way to help Jake but I find myself on the dark web. He had shown me some of it when we were together so I found myself in a forum. I never post or talk to anyone but I hope to know he is okay.

I finally about to close when I see a notification pop up: “if anyone knows where Nym is or that girl he is with there is reward for him alive”

Shit, shit, shit. He’s already with someone else and they are looking for him and her. I grab my phone and I still have his number saved. I go to type something when I see he comes online and I stop. 

“No MC you are not to get caught up in his issues” I say aloud to myself. As I delete his number this time and delete the account I created in that chat form.

I take a deep breath and I call Phil up. He answers and I hear him already in the bar. “Hey love” he says.

“Hey, I was hoping to catch you before the bar opened but I guess I'm a bit late tonight.” I say sadly.

“You can always come stop by, once one of my employees comes in we can head upstairs.” I hear that sly smile of his.

“No, I should rest. Today was a rough day at work and I haven’t eaten except for drinking coffee and a protein bar,” I say with a sigh.

“I’ll make it up to you” he says as I hear him helping a customer.

‘Its okay really. I’ll come stop by in the morning tomorrow as I don’t have work.”

‘Okay see you then love, goodbye” he says as he hangs up.

“Goodbye” I say into the phone to noone.

I go and order myself some takeout and decide to do a little bit of cleaning as I throw on my favorite playlist at the moment. I hear my phone go off but I decide to ignore it. I need to stop jumping at my phone everytime it goes off. It's a bad habit I got into with Jake as I always wanted to talk to him. I hear the doorbell ring and the food is there. As I’m about to close the door a hand stops me and I see it’s Dan and Jessy.

“I tried calling you, boo,” says Dan.

“Sorry I was doing some cleaning,’ I say with a sigh as I let them in and put the food down. “What's going on?” I am concerned they are both here.

He pulls out his phone and there's a text message from an unknown sender. 

???: Tell us where nymos girl is and no one gets hurt

“I didn’t answer because I know you're not his anymore but obviously someone else didn’t get the message and you're in danger. Have you heard from hackerboy?” Dan asks.

I look at him and Jessy concerned, “no not for a couple weeks. I deleted his contact from my phone because he’s part of my past now” I say as I turn around to grab my food.

“Well someone things you're still his, MC” says Jessy.

“Well I’m NOT! I don’t care what he’s up to anymore, for all we know he could be someone new.” I yell.

Dan looks at Jessy, “what's going on? Don’t tell us anything because we know you MC.” Dan states.

“I still miss him okay! I thought he was my eternal love and he walked away from me. I thought we could work through whatever issues we had but he decided to run away instead of fighting for us. So I'm trying to do the same.” I cry out.

“Is that what this is with Phil?” asks Jessy.

“Phil is just something fun for now. There is no end game with him and I plan on breaking it off tomorrow.” I say with a sigh.

Dan comes up and wraps his arms around me. “MC, you still love him don’t you?” he asks

The tears fall and I lean into Dan’s chest. “How am I supposed to stop loving the man that my soul is made for?” I ask looking up at him.

“It won’t be easy but you will make it through I promise you.” he says.

We enjoy a night watching movies and eatting dinner while also playing some games.

I wake up the next morning and remember I have to go over to Phil’s Jessy and Dan are still there so I make up coffee and leave them a note. I head over there and knock on the door.

“Morning” he says as he answers the door in just sweatpants with that sly smile.

“Phil, can we talk?” I ask

“You're not happy are you?” he asks

“No, it was fun. I won’t deny that but my heart isn’t in it. I need more time to get over him. I’m sorry” I say looking down.

“It’s okay,we both knew this was just something fun. No hard feelings.”

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I just wanna kinda,, ramble, I guess, so many thoughts on my mind, and I never really ramble on purpose (it's mostly an accidental thing..) so.

my shoulder still hurts kinda. it all hurts alot, actually. i don't know why. no matter what i do. ive stopped bringing it up over and over again though. nobody seems to quite listen. some streches, but the pain only subsides for a little bit.

im hungry, but i ate food all day yesterday. seems no matter how much i eat lately, ill still be hungry, and if i dont eat im starving, it makes my stomach feel horrible, the six and kyoko brain mix surely isn't helping.

im listening to my theme, six's theme part II, it's been calming me down, ive been humming along, im just making sure i dont have another panic attack, it surely does help, afterall its calmed me down before, as six. im not surprised it still helps now.

i keep having to change my shirt, it gets uncomfortable too much, its quite annoying, i put on deodorant too but it seems to wear off and it becomes uncomfortable again, maybe i just need to shower tomorrow (today? i don't count it as the next day until i wake up that morning.), that must be the case, im just not clean.

speaking of, its annoying but i seem to always need reminders to do stuff, or i dont take care of myself and do my own thing, with the food thing its gotten better since im always really hungry lately, so the first thing i try to do when i have time is eat food. but with the other stuff of taking care of myself, i seem to neglect it. showering. cleaning my room (i havent done that in MONTHS). drinking water. brushing my teeth. laundry stuff. i always need reminders. but i cant get reminders from my parents. "you're 14, you need to remember this stuff", and if I set a reminder on my phone, I always swipe away the notification and forget about it without fail. it's annoying. i hate that.

I miss my fort from last year, my matress on the ground next to the window, my tv there, just. ofc it neglected the rest of my room but. i miss my own little space there. it was from a calmer time. it had problems like bugs (i found a cockroach crawling on the tv once at night), but otherwise, everything else was okay, i miss just. i miss that, i guess. maybe I should use that tv again, it still works, just not my PS4, the Wii U works though, so, maybe I'll try that.

I think about holding your hand alot, anywhere, I don't really care where it is, but lately I just. have the feeling it'd be nice to just hold your hand, like you're there with me, I've just been holding onto that pillows sleeve more and more, like im holding onto your hand, it keeps the comfort, it helps just a little, I wish it was real, I want to hold your hand. When we meet, I don't think I'll let go of it. ^^"

My dreams have all been,, upsetting as of late, probably because of my anxieties before I go to bed. it sucks, it gets me in a bad mood in the morning, but I'm trying not to lose my hope for atleast a better dream, if dreams reflect subconscious, then I just have to think good things before bed right? I surely try but, I don't know why they all end up bad, I have alot of bad days, but, during the evening, it gets a bit better, and then bad again, I don't know what's really been happening. A horrible nightmare, they're stressing me, but I need to stop thinking too hard on them, if I do, then nothing good is bound to happen.

I think of those bad opinions on me, I'm really no monster, I'm a traumatized 9 year old, a kid, a child, I'm little. I'm surviving in a world that's trying to kill me. I really just wanted to survive, that's all I wanted. sure I ate a nome and I ate the ladys fucking neck and probably did something else Im unaware of in source atm and didn't save those kids in the maw, but, I really am no monster. I swear and promise. I didn't want to be the "hero who saved the kids", I wanted out, to survive, cause I'm a fucking child. I wish everyone knew that. but who'd believe me, if anything, everyone else would think im crazy, that I'm not really six, that im most likely just delusional, and that upsets me. so I can't be honest. that's such a stupid reason but, yk, the anxieties. (fun not so fun fact! during those hunger pangs when i was playing the game and watching you play as well, my stomach felt like SHIT dude. </3)

Speaking of, depending on the ID, I hate referring to myself in 3rd person (unless im speaking in 3p at the time), it just bothers me and I feel separated from myself, and it hurts. with some its fine and others its not. and sometimes I fuck up, so I'll accidentally refer to myself in 1st person with an irl friend and they'll look confused, I mostly just go oops and correct myself but, god does it really hurt, alot. But I don't wanna be honest abt that since it's easier to just refer in 3rd. even I just do it out of habit, but it just gives me a bad feeling, like I'm not me, and the others aren't. the others. I don't know. maybe I just have issues and shit.

idk why but talking about that just reminded me of that time I met a double and got them banned from using tumblr. bro is that mad !!! but srsly I got like so mad in the dream and spam reported them and Tumblr was on my side and banned the account and ANY NEW ACCOUNTS THEY MADE. bro dream me is winning everyday (/lie im having frequent nightmares!! /silly)

it's hard to talk but also extremely easy to talk, the words come out but I don't want them to, like I don't really want to talk to anyone, of course I make my exceptions, if nobody could tell /silly but, idk, it feels meaningless to talk, I'd rather just. do stuff. not talk unless needed, but, when most your friends are online, you kind of need to talk most of the time, or nobody understands what you're saying, even on voice calls, not like I wanna have my camera on at all times (depending on the person), so, it's still useless, I don't exactly know what to do about this, I feel myself talking more and more even though I wanna talk less and less. oops I guess.

me and toaster talked, we're still friends, but we wont contact for awhile, or atleast not every day, i apologized, and so did he, i really do feel bad for acting like an asshole. but everything's okay now, and it'll all be okay.

seems im getting teary eyed writing,, all this, there's so much I'm saying, yet I say I wanna talk less, that's funny, isn't it? I've written so many thoughts down that it's been like 40 minutes at this point, that's funny, how much is really on my mind.

enjoy my thoughts and rambles, I know atleast one person will read this, waving!! sorry I ruined my sleep schedule again, I'll do better.. :')

Goodnight. ♡

[loyalestmunch]

11.19.23

actually the loneliest ive ever felt. i dont have a best friend. the two friends that i do have both have boyfriends n are preoccupied with them. im always in my room. im always in my four walls. i dont have a life outside of here. and i hate it so much.

i dont have someone i can spontaneously visit whenever i want anymore. i dont have a safe person that will always make time for me. if im sad, i dont have someone to go to. and it fuckiing sucks.

what sucks even more is when i sleep until 5 pm and check my phone to zero notifications. ts makes me go right the fuck back to sleep

i made an editing acc on tt. its cool its got like 70 smth followers so far. i really fucking hope i can make friends on there. but like. everyone in the editing community is like. 15 or 16. it just sux i used to edit at those ages too but now here i am at 18 (almost 19!) crawling back to the editing community to maybe find even a small glimpse of the happiness it gave me when i was younger. but nothing beat the feeling of dreaming of an edit in ur head all day.... waiting till school got out... running (literally) home to whip ts up on video star before i forgot it and then uploaded it and shared it amongst my little editing friends. and then i'd stay up late until 2 am or so watching and saving other edits i thought were cool. even in quarantine, i found joy in editing. november 2020 was actually the worst year of my life but also the best i miss it so much i miss the plethora of friends i used to have fuck. i miss playing identity v otp all night long with ray, i miss playing genshin in vc and doing stupid shit and farming for artifacts for hours on end with jazzy and tason and ray and gabby. my poor ipad wld overheat and my fingerprints would burn from dragging them across the hot screen but i didnt care . it was fun.

edit im not done i have more things i want to reminisce about .

ive been rewatching rick and morty and keeping up with the new seasons in the same sense that i watched it in middle school and now im crawling back to see if it brings me the same joy. and it does !. for the most part. but since justin got fired rip there's new voice actors. and it's fine honestly i dont care that much im still gna watch it but i hate how everythings changing. 13 year old me cldnt begin to fathom rick and morty losing (one of its) most renowned creator(s). like fuck. he voiced RICK AND MORTY. BOTH. like holy fuck. but its fine i guess the writings still kinda the same and the show is funny and makes me happy. i wish i had someone i cld take with me everywhere like my own little morty . i need friends.

i also miss the essence of boxed fettuchine(???) alfredo while watching r/m or camp camp at gammys house. ts was fire

i miss the roblox theme park tycoon and the chocolate cake we made that day and ate. it was so good.

i miss the lego game my cousin and i wld play. we didnt even do anything my mind just couldnt believe an open map game i haad so much fun just walking around and looking and doing absolutely nothing. and eating reheated pizzahut. and mcdonalds cookies. and funfetti boxed cake.

i miss when i had my phone taken when mom and i stayed at gammys when parents almst got divorced and i used her old iphone 5 she forgot she gave me and i had my little fandom acc on insta with my little mooties and friends and the warmth of gammys house in november fuck i miss it all i miss growing up so much i hate being an adult. i cant fucking have fun sober i dont have friends im alone nearly every single day i dont have friends in college i dont ta\lk to anyone i fucking just show up and leave without removing my earbuds.

and i know its my fsult. i know im the reason why i dont have friends. im the only reason why im like this. i only do it to myself.

im so alone and i just keep fucking regressing to find happiness because there's none here in present day thats for sure !

[what-gs-watching]

“I’m 903 years old, and I’m the man who’s gonna save your lives.”

Well. My fridge has decided to completely die, which is really fun, and I’m fighting with Lowe’s to get it delivered tomorrow even though I know that’s absolutely not going to happen, and I had a phone screen with a recruiter for a company I’m dying to work for and I’m anxious as hell about a bunch of things suddenly, and that’s annoying as hell.

SO I’m still hunkering down in content because that’s just what ya do. Even though the dangerously low simmer my brain has been on has been causing problems in my life, I’m not ready to give in and boot up just yet. 

But what I AM doing is getting EXTREMELY excited about the Doctor Who 60th anniversary episodes, so we’re gonna dive into it. Because we have to. 

Doctor Who is a thing for me. Doctor Who is sitting in a stingy apartment outside of Boston with my roommate (who I had a major crush on, and eventually became my husband, which is definitely its own story) and watching episodes on a shitty laptop while we drank beers late into the night. I remember losing my mind when we found out who the Face of Boe was, my heart breaking during Rose’s goodbye. 

My husband had seen it all at that point, he brought me into it and he enjoyed watching me watch it more than watching it himself. I asked a million questions, constantly,  and he refused to tell me anything. At one point my inner monologue became extremely British and I had to resist shouting “OI!” at him when he was being a jerk. Doctor Who wove its way into our extremely weird love story; I fell for the Doctor while falling for him. 

So it’s really no surprise how obsessed over David Tenannt’s 10th Doctor I was. I mean, he was the first boyfriend Doctor, right? You could argue 9 was, but in this house, we don’t really talk about 9. You get through 9 and then you get to amazing, perfect, wonderful 10 and it’s all over. 

Also yes I’m very aware that I’ve said Matt Smith’s 11  is my number one Doctor and he absolutely is, but this is about 10. Because you have to separate them. The show is as good as it is because each of them are unique, while keeping that pulse of doctor underneath. And David does it so beautifully. 

 Like everybody probably, I did really love the Rose/Doctor relationship on the first watch. Boyfriend Doctor is supposed to have that little romantic string, right? And he was so sweet with her - burning out a sun to say goodbye. That got me. The moment he tells her she could spend the rest of her life with him, but he couldn’t do the same. 

Maybe for me the appeal of the Doctor though is the loneliness of it, and  it drips from 10. He’s fully inside of his feelings about being the last of the Time Lords, and he’s always so sorry when things go wrong. He wants to be with humans, he wants to experience things with them but he feels guilty about it because he knows that it never, ever works out. He’s excited and resigned at the same time. I felt a lot of that. He was sad and he was beautiful. And everyone kept fawning over him.

Except, for Donna Noble. She is my favorite 10 companion by far. She takes no shit from that man and the bond they end up with is so pure. I love the fact that she tells him no the first time he invites her to travel with him; that mofo had just murdered a bunch of crazy spider babies, dripping wet and radiating fury, and she was. not. having. it. And she was right about that. He had to get through the Martha Jones mess and realize he’s just fucking about with these poor girls before he could deal with the absolute powerhouse that is Donna-effing-Noble.

Makes him help free a slave society from servitude? Check. Forces him to save at least someone from Pompeii even though it’s a fixed point in time? Yeap. Becomes half time-lord and saves his ass? Obviously. They complemented the hell out of each other; she made him better and he did the same. 

Honestly, if I could be any one of them, I’d be Donna. I’m a pain in the ass, too. Sometimes it’s fucking needed. Brilliant people, amazing, shining sparkling people need to be balanced out too. 

Her ending is by far the saddest one in 10’s adventures. He has to wipe her memories of him so her mind isn’t swallowed up by time lord power, and it’s devastating. She’d come into herself with him, and he had to sacrifice all of that to let her live. Back to her basic life. Back to that horrible grind of absolutely everything. She was gonna travel with him for the rest of her life. 

Which is why I’m SO excited to see how they bring the two of them back. If any companion deserves it, it’s Donna. Rose is set with her cloned human doctor, Martha is knocking about doing this and that with Mickey? Right? But poor Donna, trapped in that very human, very boring, very static life. But she’s gonna come back, and she’s going to put him in his place again, and it’s going to be brilliant. 

Did I cry a little bit (a solid bit) when I saw the first full trailer? 100% yes. Donna Noble is very much another one of my spirit animals. 

And David Tennant has taken up permanent residence in my brain. After Good Omens season 2 I obviously had to watch all of 10’s story again and now it’s all mashed up in Crowley (and the infinite Crowley’s I’ve devoured through a sheer metric ton of fanfic) and I kind of love that. That man is chameleon and fully inhabits every role he plays but seeing 10 after the Crowley of it all, it makes more sense somehow. 

I clearly want to believe there’s a universe out there where they exist together. 

I also am going to believe that this whole 60th anniversary thing came around just for me. Because what I need right now is more of 10, running and saving and running again, lonely and sorry and excited and beautiful, and older but not, and different but not. 

My love for 10 is wrapped in my love for a lot of things that happened in my life and I wouldn’t be having an existential crisis without him coming back to me, so maybe I can love some of the things that are happening in my life right now. He’s going to be 10 and 14 at the same time, and maybe that means I can be a few things at once, again. Instead of whatever it is that I am, now. Maybe I can bring those things together again. 

It’s good that 11 is a singular thing, a completed something. Because 11 for me is someone else, as much as it pains me. Which is something I’ll get to. But I need 10 to keep going, and I really can’t wait to see it. It’s going to fuck with me in all of those uncomfortable, perfect ways. 

It’s gonna be good, it’s gonna be glorious.  So: Allons-y.

#doctor who #david tennant #what g's watching #donna noble #tenth doctor #doctor who 60th anniversary

[adventuresinclientservice]

How to beat Procurement at its own (negotiating) game.

Tim Williams is one of the few marketing consultants I hold in high regard, in part for the quality of his counsel, in part for the quality of the way in which he delivers that counsel.

Tim is expert in value-based pricing, adept at advocating for what appears to some as a radical departure from the norm:  the need for agencies to abandon the timesheet and everything it entails.

We’ll save that discussion for another day; right now I’d like to talk about an email Tim shared, offering his perspective on the role Procurement plays in the negotiating process between client and agency.  In it he points out,

“Early in the buying process, procurement professionals present sellers with a series of mandatory requirements, often accompanied by politely-worded warnings that failure to comply will result in disqualification.’

He then goes on to say,

“if the seller in question is a professional services firm (ad agency, law firm, accounting business, etc.) many "mandatories" can usually be viewed in the context of a poker game. Procurement is simply laying its first bet.”

Poker metaphor notwithstanding, if you ever have sat down to negotiate with Procurement, you already know this is serious business, with you on the losing end of the bargain.

Years ago I was approached by a senior marketing executive working in the entertainment industry – to remain on the right side of confidentiality I’m reluctant to share his or his company’s name -- who wanted to explore my conducting workshops for the in-house advertising agency he led. 

To make what follows easier, let’s call my contact “Jack.”

Jack and I went back and forth in a series of emails and phone calls that lasted the better part of a year, with me sharing letters of proposal and he responding, until we finally got to “yes.”

If our ongoing marathon discussions were complicated before, they were about to become downright tortured.

Jack asked his procurement person to oversee the signing of a contract that would precede my work.  Keep in mind that in all the years I have been doing business, I never – I mean never – signed a contract for any reason, preferring to share a letter of proposal that once approved, would result in an invoice. That gets paid and off we go.

I received said contract -- eleven pages of convoluted, mind-numbing, onerous legalese -- and began mucking my way through it.  Mucking complete, I didn’t bother to email the procurement person – that would have been DOA -- instead I emailed Jack:

“If you go to Section Seven on page two, “OWNERSHIP OF WORK PRODUCT,” you’ll see that Disney wants to own what I present.  “You may videotape me and use what I say in any reasonable way you see fit, but under no circumstances can you own what I present.  The analogy I would use is the relationship I have with my book publisher, John Wiley & Sons.  They have the right to reproduce my work in all forms and formats, but I own my work, and even hold the copyright on it. “If we do this [modify the contract], I can sign the agreement.  “If we don’t, I cannot sign it.”

A willingness that came with a cost, I was wholly prepared to walk away from what was a five-figure engagement.  That willingness conferred the very thing I needed most:  leverage in our negotiations.

Jack emailed back:  “No worries.  This is important.  We’ll figure it out.” 

Figure it out we did.  Not with Procurement, but with my client, relegating Procurement to serving as little more than a messenger service, charged with ensuring the revisions I mandated were made.

The contract was rewritten to strike the company’s ownership of my work.  It also eliminated an insurance provision I found unacceptably burdensome and unnecessary.  Equally important, the contract stipulated I would be paid in advance – something I always insist on – rather than the untenable, after-the-fact payment the company customarily considers standard in its agreements.

Changes made, I signed the revised deal – the first and only one I ever signed -- got paid in advance, and conducted the workshops.  Based on the post-workshop research Jack shared with me, just about everyone appeared to be pleased with the outcome.

Tim Williams reminds his readers that, when it comes to negotiating, Procurement, “is simply laying its first bet.”  Be prepared to walk away, you will lay the last one.

If you are proud of what you do, confident in your ability to perform for clients, and certain about the fairness of your fee, know that the skill, knowledge, and problem-solving creativity you bring to the table is your leverage.

Given they’re better at purchasing paper clips rather than ideas, Procurement might not give a damn.

But I’m willing to bet your client does. 

#negotiations #procurement #advertising #marketing

[gale-the-goddamn-mess]

I'm going to ramble about one of my Oc's which I don't show nearly enough attention, and who I really genuinely do love.

Be prepared for a long-ish read though, I really do love her.

Get ready for my gal Freyja Gunnel Lindstrom.

Freyja is difficult to get along with, they tend to have difficulty making good friends and will deflect any proper advances with humor or some form of sarcastic wit. She doesn't want anybody to get close to her and actively tries to push people away from her without being rude or blunt as best as she can. An incredibly stoic person, she will take on enemies 3 or 4 times her size if it means that she would save a civilian. While incredibly cavalier, when the time calls she can drop her casual jokes and jabs at the opponent and become something terrifying.

Freyja had moved to America at an early age from a small town in Sweden and was fascinated by the heroes she saw there, flying, running past and fighting. Oh God the fighting, she would sit there at the top of her apartment building, watching whenever there was a fight going on nearby, enthralled,  as there were punches and spikes and explosions- she lived for it, all of it.

She sat in her room trying to move things with her mind until she started crying- she wanted desperately for her abnormality to develop, both of her parents had small ones, her mother with the ability to hover a few inches from the ground and her father being able to stretch out his fingers.

She would watch her parents use theirs in their day-to-day life and be so jealous it actually hurt. It never reared its head until she was at school and she snapped back at the wrong bully and was pushed out of the classroom window, trying to break her legs.

The adrenaline had been enough to kick start her ability and for the first time, she heard three hammer strikes for the first and a fall that should have permanently crippled her, only twisted her ankle, with being pushed out of a window being an extremely stressful situation to be in, triggering her ability.

Soon after understanding her ability and learning to apply in properly, she had finished her time in the school and was soon on her way to become a hero,  dubbing herself Valkyrie, she was effective, working hard and saving as many people as possible, she had a good track record too, and despite sometimes being unethical about her work- it didn't stop her from doing what was needed. She did what had to be done.

At least that was until she needed to make a tough decision; she found out why she should have kept her identity a secret. It was an entirely average day and she had decided to visit her parents, it had been a busy week and they had been planning it for some time, dinner was included and it had been a while since Freyja had had the traditional dishes her mother had made for her as a kid, and smiling she pushed open the unlocked door, and stopped in the middle of the room, the smile falling from her face like oil.

The note was short and simple, a phone number and a picture of her parents bound and gagged in some kind of warehouse. 

She called the number.

"Valkyrie. I give you a choice. Your parents or 17 civilians. Your choice, your deal, you took choice away from me, so now I give it to you. Call the police or any other hero and they all die, take too long and they all die, if I get a whiff that something is wrong, they all. Die. Freyja… choose."

She was forced to choose the impossible, and so she stayed silent, her mind racing, in the background she could hear her dad crying, and her heart broke, then and there.

"You have 5 seconds, Freyja.  Choose."

"5…"

"4…"

"3…"

"2…"

She couldn't speak, her throat was dry and her words wouldn't come, she tried but nothing came out but a coarse gasp.

"1… time up  Valkyrie, you lose." The phone was cut off.

A few days later, 19 bodies were found along with a former inmate who'd managed to break out of prison after Freyja had put her there, two of them were her mother and father, all that she could think of was that they would have thought she was going to be there to save them, their daughter, the hero would save them, it was her job after all- she loved them right? They died crying, begging to be saved.

Still, 6 years later, she remembers every vivid detail.

Ability:

Three Hammers:

Three hammers works in three stages, for each level of energy the user experiences, the potency of the advantages they recieve increase incrementally, the levels are signified by the sound of a hammer blow in the user’s head, triggered by the level of energy the user currently possesses:

First hammer:

The user’s strength increases to be able to crack bricks when hit and easily snap bones, they can lift approximately 450lbs. This level of energy can come about by listening to music which manages to pump up the user for example, or something similar, in this case, it would be power metal.

Second Hammer:

At the second strike of the hammer, the user is able to take a lot more damage than they would normally be able to- it densens their bone structure, their muscle density increases and generally their body toughens able to withstand impacts similar to being hit with their own maximum strength, only taking minimal amounts of damage. This level of energy is equivalent to drinking a large, high caffeine energy drink or a high strength caffeine tablet.

Third Hammer:

The third hammer can only be achieved by being in highly increased stress, which induces an adrenaline fueled boost of energy for as long as the state lasts. At the level of the third hammer, it pushed the level of strength and durability to the maximum at the cost of sane thought. Their lifting strength hit approximately 600-700 lbs and their body toughens up even further, able to withstand their own strength with only minimal damage and being able to crash through a brick wall.

Ability Drawbacks:

Due to the general nature of the ability, the user is almost constantly experiencing an energy crash and they have almost no sleep after using their ability due to the sheer volume of energy that has rushed through their system.

After achieving the Third hammer the user promptly falls unconscious after their adrenaline rush is over, at a maximum of 10 minutes, their body struggles to sustain it and they will have a full 8 hour sleep wherever the boost runs out and will be effectively dead to the world, nothing will be able to wake them up- this is one of the very few ways she can get actual sleep.

During the use of the third hammer, they have a reduced capacity for rational thought and work almost entirely on instincts to survive, protect, fight etc…

The effects of the first two hammers however are a lot less extreme- coming down from that level of energy causes acute tiredness, essentially, they consistently have an extreme sugar crash until they have a good night's sleep, which they find almost impossible. This affects their general reason and non-ability related combat because they're so tired constantly, unless they use their ability which just makes them more tired in the long run, further decreasing their efficiency until they finally sleep- a vicious cycle.

The time limits and cool down periods of the first two hammers are reasonably similar:

After five minutes or so, the music will begin to lose its effect, the feeling of energy she got from it tapering out on its own, even if she happens to change song, it will not help, to keep the strength she needs to boost herself up to the second hammer.

The first and second hammer lasts for 5, 6, or 7 minutes, but the second hammer depends on the potency of the caffeinated drink/ product they have consumed.

After the first two hammers have been used, similarly to the third, she needs a rest, considering her lack of sleep, a lie down for an hour is enough to give a valiant attempt to bring her down from her caffeine high- if by some miracle, she does manage to power nap, twenty minutes is enough

[creepyjirachi]

the persecution never ends

#I FOUND THIS SAVED IN MY PHONE ITS MAKING ME LOSE MY MIND #‘’a vessel.’’ hgjkghkkgj #hannibal #riverdale #FOR BLACKLIST #testimonials