#and they don’t ever pay for like. my groceries or anything either

[daisynik7]

Rub You the Right Way

Pairing: Choso x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Word Count: ~4.1k

cw: female reader, 2nd-person POV, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut – oral sex (cunnilingus, fellatio), hand job, face-riding, face-fucking, use and mention of sex toys, cum eating

Summary: You've always been cordial with your shy next-door neighbor Choso. One day, you receive the package you've been expecting, finding out a little too late that it isn't your package at all; it's his. What you find inside makes you wonder that maybe your sweet and quiet neighbor has wild side, one you’re curious to see for yourself.

Author’s Notes: First Choso fic! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are not expected but always appreciated. Consider this my unofficial return from hiatus. Enjoy! Divider by the wonderful and super talented @/cafekitsune!

part 7 of to all the boys who live next door anthology series

The trek home from the office is especially grueling today. Your backpack is heavy with a clunky work laptop that’s been due for an upgrade along with a pile of documents that need to be reviewed ASAP. One hand carries the dinner you bought at the station while the other hoists a heavy bag of groceries you picked up during lunch, thinking it would be productive to get as much of your errands done today before hunkering down for the weekend to do a job that doesn’t pay you enough to work overtime. 

You eventually arrive to your apartment complex, making one more necessary pit stop to the mail room. Inside, you recognize the distinct pink-hair of the boy standing in front of the lockers. He’s your next-door neighbor’s younger brother who visits from time-to-time. “Hi Yuji!” you beam at him. 

He turns to face you, eyes crinkling happily as he smiles. “Hey! How’s it going?”

You drop your bags to open your own locker. “I’m alright. Got a busy weekend working. And you?”

He kneels down towards the boxes in front of him. “Same, except studying for exams.”

“Are you picking up your brother’s packages?” It’s a well-known fact by now that Choso isn’t fond of leaving his apartment or interacting with people in general. It doesn’t bother you though; he’s a great neighbor who barely makes a peep. Never has he ever rubbed you the wrong way, despite his reclusive nature. Sometimes, through his brother, he’ll give you an offering of cookies from the batch he baked that week. On the days you’re working overtime, he’ll send Yuji to check in on you, making sure you’re not too stressed or overexerted. And on the rare occasion that the two of you meet face-to-face, either entering or leaving the apartment at the same time, your heart skips just the tiniest beat at how his face softens when you greet him with a smile. From these tiny gestures alone, you’ve determined that Choso Kamo is a sweetheart. Quiet, but most importantly, a sweetheart.

Yuji slides the stack out from Choso’s locker, answering you. “Yup. I also had some stuff delivered here, so I figured I’d just grab everything.”

You stare at the small package in your own locker, evaluating how you’re going to carry it to your room in one trip. There’s no space in any of the bags and you’re almost convinced that you can balance it on top of your head as if you actually possess the proper skills to do so (you don’t). “Need help?” Yuji chuckles. Before you answer, he grabs it, placing it on top of a box similar in size on his stack.

“Thank you so much!”

As the elevator rides to the third floor, you continue to chat casually with Yuji. The two of you walk to your neighboring rooms and when he reaches for his keys, the stack topples over, the boxes now strewn across on the hallway floor. He blushes, collecting them hastily back into a neat pile. “I’m sorry, I hope there isn’t anything fragile in there.” He quickly slides you a box, avoiding your gaze to hide his embarrassment. 

It's new office supplies you ordered for your workstation at home, so you hardly care even if there is a bit of damage done. “Don’t worry about it, it’s all good,” you assure him, using your foot to push it towards your front door. “Thank you for your help, Yuji. Tell your brother I say hi.”

“Will do. Have a good night.”

Finally home, you drop all your belongings, letting out a relieved sigh. One-by-one, you put everything away: the groceries in their appropriate places, your lukewarm dinner in the microwave, and all your work junk on the dining table, where you’ll be sat at for most of this weekend starting tomorrow. You save the package for later, planning to refill your supplies tonight so you don’t have to worry about it the next morning.

You soon find out that something even better is waiting for you inside. 

~~~

Choso is sprawled on the couch, too lazy to cook dinner. He ordered delivery from Yuji’s favorite pizza joint a few blocks away, which should be arriving any minute now, according to his calculations. When he hears the door open, he sits up, watching his brother enter with a tower of boxes in his hands. “I don’t remember ordering that much stuff,” he grumbles, standing up to help him. 

“Most of these are mine. I think only this one is yours.” Yuji passes him a small box, which Choso quickly grabs to toss into his room, hoping to avoiding any questions about it. Truth be told, the contents of that box is way too embarrassing to explain to his precious baby brother. Inside is the sex toy he recently purchased online. It’s essentially a silicone cock sleeve, open on both ends for simple clean-up, made entirely of pliable material for ease and comfort. To put it simply, it’s a fleshlight. A state-of-the-art, new and improved fleshlight, he would like to emphasize. He’s been looking forward to using it all week and once Yuji leaves tonight, he’s going to give it a proper test run until he’s a puddle in the sheets. 

It’s been a while since Choso’s been intimate with someone other than himself. A few bad breakups and past betrayals have led him to distrust most people outside of his intimate circle. The unpredictable nature of people, strangers, is frightening to him, so it’s better to avoid them completely. He has the luxury of working a job that’s fully remote, and aside from his brothers and the few colleagues he is forced to converse with periodically, it’s easy for him to remain a recluse, and he’s perfectly content with that. As for his sexual needs, he’s managed to make it this far in this drought thanks to sex toys and pornography. And while he’s aware that it’s not the most glamorous lifestyle, it works for him. 

“By the way, your neighbor says hi,” Yuji mentions, opening his packages one-by-one. “She came into the mailroom.”

Choso says your name in the form of a question to clarify, though he’s certain of the answer. The only other human contact he has outside his circle is with you, his next-door neighbor. He doesn’t leave the house much, but on the occasion he does, he always hopes it’s you he runs into. He often worries that one day, you’ll realize what a pathetic loner he is and stop showing him that gorgeous smile of yours. So far, that hasn’t happened yet, so he cherishes those tiny moments every chance he gets. Something about that smile, something about you, makes him feel good. Safe.  

“Yup,” Yuji confirms. “She had her hands full, so I helped her carry a package.”

Before Choso can inquire any further, there’s a knock on the door, signaling the arrival of their pizza. After thanking the delivery man, the two gather at the dining table, ready to dig into their dinner. Choso listens intently as Yuji laments on his weekly occurring university woes with a mouth full of pepperoni and sausage. As much as he adores his younger brother, he’s eager for his departure so he can have alone time to break in his new toy.

At eleven, without a crumb left of the pizza and the recycling bin filled with flattened cardboard boxes, Yuji finally announces that he’s leaving. He stuffs his newly delivered items, which includes textbooks, notepads, and a bunch of miscellaneous items, in his bag. “I’ll see you next week, bro. Take care of yourself,” he says, squeezing his big brother into a warm embrace. There’s always the smallest hint of concern in his voice whenever he leaves like this. Does he worry about him? For living a life of seclusion, constantly in fear of the outside world? Sure, it may sound lonely. In fact, it is lonely. But it’s easier to stay safe in the comfort of his own home than risk being hurt from the unknown. It’s better this way…isn’t it?

Choso muses on his brother’s parting words in the silence of his apartment for much longer than he intends to. He decides that the best way to keep him from spiraling further is a distraction, and that means fucking himself silly into temporary bliss until he knocks out for the night. Hidden away in various drawers of his bedroom are a plethora of options to choose from: vibrators, masturbators, cock rings, even the sex doll tucked deep in his closet. Tonight, however, is all about his shiny new toy. Pristine and untouched for him to ruin as much as he wants. He picks it up from the floor, ripping the tape off quickly, too impatient to inspect the exterior for any potential damage. When a stapler drops, almost hitting his feet, he stares down at it, confused. Thinking it’s a weird bonus item the sex shop has sent him, he chuckles nervously, still searching. Each item he uncovers leaves him more and more baffled: a container of paper clips, a wad of sticky notes, bundles of red pens, another fucking stapler. Finally, he checks the shipping label ripped partially from his haste, whatever color remaining on his face draining completely. 

This isn’t his. It’s yours.

Which means…

By the way, your neighbor says hi. She came into the mailroom.

She had her hands full, so I helped her carry a package.

Oh fuck. 

~~~

It’s near midnight when you’re ready to turn in for the night. You almost forget about the box sitting idly on the floor by your shoes, exactly where you left it a few hours ago. With your computer all set up for work tomorrow, you think it’s best to organize your new supplies before you actually do forget. At your desk, you open the package with a pair of scissors, excited for the new staplers you bought, a standard one and a heavy duty one. It’s surprising how neatly it’s wrapped, covered in tissue paper like some sort of gift. After removing all the extra layers, you finally get to the reveal, which renders you speechless.  

Nestled neatly amongst more delicate tissue paper, the translucent material almost luminous against the dim glow from the lamplight, is a sex toy. Call it what you want: a penis stroker, a male masturbator, a pocket pussy. There’s absolutely no doubt in your mind what is before you. A fucking fleshlight.

Besides the obvious appearance, the dead giveaway is the user manual included with it, displaying in big, bold print “The Cock Stroker 3000 – New and Improved!”. Lifting the box up to inspect the shipping label, you notice that it says Choso’s name, not yours. If you weren’t so stunned by this unexpected discovery, you’d be giggling at the absurdity of it all. Instead, you’re gawking at the lewd gadget, unsure what to do next. 

“Fuck!” 

An intense shout from the other side of the wall snaps you out of it. That’s the loudest you’ve ever heard your neighbor, and you can only assume that he has also just realized this unfortunate mix-up. There’s no way the two of you can pretend this isn’t happening. Besides, the last thing you want is for Choso to think you have a bad impression of him after this. Because you don’t, not one bit. It’s perfectly normal for people to have sex toys. In fact, it’s healthy. Even the thought of him using it on himself intrigues you. The hungry expression on his face, tongue lolling out of his mouth, those usually pale cheeks blushing a deep red. The obscene squelch of the wet silicone surrounding his engorged cock, leaking with precum. Closer and closer to the edge, ready to burst any second with your lips near the tip, ready to swallow his load…

You almost curse out loud yourself, ashamed for having such lewd thoughts about your sweet, innocent next-door neighbor. But maybe he’s not as innocent as you think.

Ultimately, you decide the best way to move forward from this is to nip it in the bud. With the opened package in your hands, you walk over to his front door, knocking three times. You hear a faint, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” from within, then hurried footsteps growing louder. Without removing the chain lock, he answers, peering at you through the narrow crack, not saying anything.

Nervous, you greet him with the best smile you can muster. “Hi Choso. I think there was a little mix-up.”

He clears his throat before mumbling a short, “Yeah.”

You glance away from him, staring at the floor, too embarrassed to meet his gaze for this next part. “I opened it without checking the label first. I’m so sorry.”

He shuts the door suddenly, startling you. There’s the distinct rattle of the chain being fiddled with and the door swings open fully, Choso towering over you, a serious expression on his face. He shows you a box, revealing all the office supplies you ordered earlier in the week. Without saying another word, you do the exchange, anticipating that this will be the end of it. 

It surprises you when he apologizes quietly, focused on the small space separating you. “I’m sorry you had to see that.” He hides it behind his back, as if doing so will erase the image of it from your memory. “You must think I’m disgusting.”

You shake your head, ignoring the instinct to step closer and comfort him with a hug. The last thing you want to do is cross even more lines tonight. “I don’t, not even the slightest. It’s okay, Choso. This is totally normal and totally fine.”

“You don’t have to say that – ”

“But I mean it! I really do! There’s nothing wrong with it!” Desperate for him to believe you, you confess, “I have sex toys too, plenty of them!”

This time, he actually looks at you with a mixture of intrigue and skepticism. “You don’t have to lie for my sake.”

“I’m not lying!” you urge him. 

He retreats inside his apartment, speaking once again through the crack. “I appreciate you trying to make this better, but I think it’s best that we never speak again. Goodnight.”

With that, he shuts the door, leaving you with a lump in your throat, devastated. In your frenzied attempt to fix this, you return to your room, searching your bedside drawer for your favorite vibrator. If words aren’t enough to convince him, then maybe actual proof will. Without taking a moment to reconsider the hole you’re digging yourself deeper and deeper into, you pound on his door, the sex toy clasped in your other hand. 

When he answers, you shove it in his face, vindicated that you can prove your point with physical evidence. “See? I told you! I have toys too, so there’s nothing for you to be ashamed about.”

He squints at the vibrator squeezed in your fist as if inspecting it like a foreign object. “That’s it?”

You glare at him, offended by his response. “What do you mean?”

He tilts his head to examine it at another angle. “There’s only one button.”

“One button is all I need,” you argue, defensive about your favorite being criticized. “Sure, it’s small, but that’s what I like about it. It fits comfortably in my hand and with just a single push of the button, I can experience three different levels of intensity. What more do I need?!” 

He smirks, amused at your rambling. “I just don’t see how something this simple can be useful, that’s all.”  It’s the closest to a smile you’ve seen from him; it has your belly fluttering. 

You hold back a laugh. “I bet it packs more of a punch than that Cock Sucker 2000 or whatever.”

“3000,” he corrects, grinning, causing your heart to race. “I haven’t tried it yet, but it’s the best on the market right now.” He hesitates, his next words coming out of his mouth slowly, testing the waters. “Maybe you can show me what your little toy can do. Prove me wrong.”

You never expected this from him, but that’s what makes this exciting. All you can think of in this moment is showing him just how wet you can get. “Fine,” you agree, stepping towards him. “But only if you show me what your little toy can do, too.”

~~~

Never in a million years did Choso predict that this would be the outcome of your bizarre mix-up. You, his next-door neighbor, on his bed, naked from the waist down. Your t-shirt riding up your stomach with your legs split apart, the cute vibrator you love so much pressed to your clit. He kneels in front of you, too transfixed at the erotic sight before him to give attention to the erection strained in his sweatpants. 

“You’re next,” you say, glancing at his lap.

He nods, all the confidence he had just a few minutes ago when he initially proposed this idea thrown out the window. Now, he’s back to being his nervous self, afraid to be vulnerable with someone he barely knows. 

You set the vibrator beside you, closing your legs. “Are you okay?”

He’s frozen, tempted to call the whole thing off. Go back to being neighbors and nothing more. Go back to being lonely Choso and pathetic Choso, who’s scared of everyone and everything  and – 

“Hey.” It’s only now he realizes that the two of you are face-to-face, foreheads pressed, noses touching. Your voice is gentle, your palms soft on his cheeks. You smile at him, full of warmth and compassion. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve been with someone,” he admits. “I’m nervous.” A myriad of what-ifs play out in his head. What if he’s bad? What if you don’t like it? What if this ruins whatever sliver of hope the two of you have at being friends? At being anything more? 

“We’ll go slow then,” you assure him, brushing your lips to his. That genuine smile of yours is enough to convince him that it’s worth the risk. That, and how fucking good it feels to have your mouth on his. He closes his eyes, leaning into the kiss, relishing the warmth of your breath. He finds himself gradually losing control of his inhibitions, his carnal instincts taking over, hungry for more of you. He slips his tongue inside, swirling around yours, kisses growing frantic and sloppy. You tug at the collar of his shirt, pulling him towards you. His heart pounds in his chest as he roams your body, fingers grazing your perked nipples from outside your top. You whisper his name, so luscious and sweet in your voice. He’d be lying if he said he’s never imagined it before. How you’d sound whimpering from his touch. How you’d feel between his massive hands. How you’d look with his cock filling you up to the brim.

He can’t stand it anymore. He’s aching, begging for release from the confines of his pants. Quickly, he removes them, freeing his throbbing erection. You gasp, marveling at the size of it. “Oh fuck, Choso. You’re so big.”

“Yeah?” he breathes out, fumbling for the Cock Sucker 3000 beside him. He slathers a generous amount of lube on his shaft and inside the toy. Foreheads pressed together once more, you both focus on his lap, watching it sink smoothly down his dick. The coldness of the lube and rubbery flexibility of the silicone surrounding him is familiar, though having someone spectate makes this all the more titillating. 

“Fuck,” you swear, amazed at how it covers his entire length. You ogle at him as he starts slowly, eventually increasing to a steady pace. Your pussy flutters, incredibly aroused to see this man pumping his cock in front of you. For you.  

“Do it with me.” His gaze flickers to the vibrator beside you. “You should feel good too.”

You spread your legs, displaying your cunt to him, already sopping wet with arousal. His eyes follow your every move as you tease the tip slowly up and down your pussy lips. Finding the right spot on your clit, you place your finger on the button of the toy, bracing yourself for what’s to come. As soon as you press it, the vibrations from level one alone are enough to send you wild. Knees shaking, feet flexing, moans pouring out of your open mouth. He continues to watch you, restraining his grunts as he strokes himself faster. Desperate for more, you click the button twice, increasing the vibrations to the max level. Within seconds, you’re coming, back arched and head thrown into the pillows behind you. Tossing the vibrator aside, you stare up at the ceiling, dizzy and disoriented from your ecstatic high, pussy shiny with your orgasm. Choso’s voice is so faint, you don’t understand him at first. You sit up to face him, waiting for him to repeat himself. 

“Can you ride my face?” he asks meekly. 

More than willing to accept his request, you nod in response, grinning. His expression relaxes and when you lean nearer to him, palm pressed flat on his chest, he even cracks a smile as he’s lies down on the bed, eager to have you like this. You straddle him, facing away from the headboard while his head rests at the foot of the bed. Carefully, you lower yourself until his mouth is pressed to your pussy. His tongue circles your clit slowly and he releases his grip from his toy to hold onto your ass, squeezing the soft flesh firmly. You don’t take your eyes off each other as you rub yourself across his face, his mouth open, swallowing every drop of you. When you reach your second orgasm, you’re practically bouncing on him as he smothers himself deeper, humming in satisfaction as he sucks hard on your clit, flicking it with his tongue. 

You lift yourself off him, spent and completely wrecked. Still, you want to touch him, treat him as well as he treated you, make him come as hard as you did. You position yourself between his thighs, admiring the silicone sleeve hugging his dick. “Your turn.”

Sitting up on his elbows, he watches as you grab hold of the toy, stroking him with it. He moans, tongue hanging of his mouth, drool leaking from the corners of his lips, eyes half-lidded. His moans turn into whimpers when you start cradling his balls with your other hand, his body twitching from the sensation. The tip peeks out from the other end, a thick wad of precum collecting at the slit, so enticing that you’re salivating for a taste.

“Your mouth,” he stammers, barely able to speak.

“What?” you ask breathily, inching closer and closer. 

“Want your mouth.” He swallows hard, voice trembling. “Please.”

Excited, you remove the toy from him, in awe at the way his fat cock flops heavily against his abdomen. You take him in your fist, loving how hot and throbbing he is in your grip. He’s coated in lube and precum, so slippery with your fingers wrapped around his girth. Unable to resist any longer, you bow your head, licking the pearl off the tip, savoring the taste. He shudders, letting out a loud, “Fuck!” 

It’s so much better than a toy. The wet heat of your mouth surrounding him is better than any masturbator, fleshlight, pocket pussy, whatever silly contraption he uses to get by. The swirl of your tongue gliding along the shaft, the vibrations of your moans as you take him all the way to the back of your throat, the view of your pretty head bobbing up and down his lap. Nothing in his collection compares to this. This is real. You are real. 

He fucks your throat, unable to resist bucking his hips against you, timing his thrusts to meet yours. It doesn’t take much longer for him to be pushed over the edge. You pull off for a brief moment to smile at him, pumping him fast. “Come for me, Choso. Come in my mouth.”

At this, he completely loses himself, muffling his incessant moans into his forearm, too shy to watch you guzzle down his entire load until he’s milked of every last drop. You scatter delicate kisses along the entire length of him, even down to his balls. Too sensitive now, he pats you gently on the head, making you look up at him, a warm smile on your face. He smiles back, caressing your cheek, thumb grazing your soft skin. You lie beside him, nuzzling into his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow to a steady, relaxed pace. He slides his arm around you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Thank you.”

This world is a terrifying place for Choso Kamo. But with you in his arms, he feels a bit braver. He’s safe with you. 

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[jongseongsnudes]

THE NIKI DRABBLE WAS SO ADORBSSSS CAN I PLEASE MAKE A REQUEST!

- Haruto (!!the instigator!!) helps the couple back together after a dumb fight

0.8k words. slight angst, cringey & fluffyyyyyyy.

“nishimura is the most annoying-est person to ever live! why does everyone like him!”

“you like him.”

“not only that! but he has the audacity to yell at me for what? for trying to help him?”

“that’s your fault. you’re dating him.”

you stop complaining and glare over to haruto, who was too busy driving to notice your newly raised brows.

“watanabe you’re not helping.”

“well not my fault you’re both headaches,” he shrugs as he pulls into taki’s drive way, the loud music coming from the house already attacking your poor ears.

with taki’s parents out of town for the weekend, the boy had gathered the team over for a little get together. but boys being boys, of course they forget to prepare anything other than themselves.

so here you were, coming back from the supermarket with loads of snacks and drinks.

“i’ll see you inside miss class president,” he disappears before you could even respond, leaving you with all the grocery bags in his car boot.

although you had this problem to figure out, your mind was more distracted by something else instead. your boyfriend.

it was pretty normal for you and niki to bicker on the daily, usually over nothing and it’d end as quick as it began. but today’s bickering session unfortunately ended with him saying something hurtful and you saying something out of line.

a stupid fight yet you’re both giving each other the cold shoulder, just because you're both too stubborn to admit it.

“why are you pushing me watanabe?” your boyfriend’s sudden deep voice breaks you from your thoughts, the boy now standing at the front door with haruto behind him.

“you two are so annoying. make up or break up before you come back inside,” haruto says as he pushes niki out and shuts the door with a thud, trapping you both outside together.

you sigh and walk to haruto's boot, not paying too much attention to the team captain who is currently banging on the front door like the maniac that he was.

to your surprise, the tall boy appears beside you only a second later, hands reaching out for the grocery bags but you ignore it.

“let me take them in.”

“i don’t need your help.”

“they are heavy,” he reaches for them again, only for you to push him away slightly, “i’ll take them-”

“no i can do it myself!”

“you are so damn stubborn!” the boy yells as he slams the boot closed out of the blue, startling you. he doesn’t give you the time to respond and immediately lifts you up by the waist, placing you to sit on the boot. to prevent you from getting away, niki places both his hands on either sides of you, trapping you in completely.

although you’re supposed to be giving him the cold shoulder, you can’t help but swoon for a moment. swoon at how god damn breath taking he looked this close.

if you weren’t currently fighting, you probably would’ve kissed him already.

“nishimura move.”

“no, we need to talk. right now.”

“alright, what do you want to talk about?” you fold your arms, your expression much more sulky compared to his current angry one, “is it what haruto said... break up?”

“what- what the hell!” the boy seemed even angrier than before, his hands raised in the air like you had just said the most insane thing, “you fucking wish!”

his response catches you off guard, your mind unable to come up with anything to say other than gulp.

“baby,” he says in a much calmer tone, the boy now chuckling to himself, “funny of you to think you’ll ever successfully get away from me.”

“then? you’ve been ignoring me the whole day, even when i tried to talk to you earlier.”

“i’m sorry i was being stupid... i didn’t mean to yell at you either,” he reaches to softly cup your cheeks, making you look at him, “can you forgive your handsome, tall, smart, athletic boyfriend?”

the disgusted face you automatically make has the boy in complete stitches and you immediately follow suit, the two of you laughing loudly amongst yourselves like two crazy people.

it reminded you of why you fell for him in the first place and why you still liked him.

“i don’t know. depends on-”

he leans in, kissing you and shutting you up.

“as i was saying! depends on-”

and he kisses you again, shutting you up again.

“just say you want me to kiss you and i’ll do it. no need to play these dirty tricks with me, miss class president.”

“i was not-”

just as you expected, he kisses you again, only this time it melts your heart even more than the last. the view of niki smiling and so giddy into the kiss, always something your heart can barely survive through.

“you’re lucky i like kissing you miss class president.”

“well shut up and do it then nishimura-”

“oh god i think my lunch is coming up. oh no i’m gagging,” both you and niki turn to taki’s voice, just to see the entire team now standing on the front porch, all making gagging faces at the sight of their team captain and his girlfriend.

kissing.

“you’re all going to SUFFER at practice tomorrow!!!”

-

end.

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[thatone-brightstar]

More than all the stars (Carmy Berzatto x Fem!Reader) (The Bear & The Fox Series)

Chapter 2: Heavy is the head 'n all that

Words: 4.9k

summary: Carmy gets a visit from an old friend/ you offer Richie a fresh new start.

a/n: Hiii, i know i took my sweet time to update this but i did have some fun stuff to write for kinktober (link here! if you haven't read that) and it truly helped to regain my creativity to continue this bad boy so here ya go!

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Warnings: Minors DNI, p in v unprotected, in the shower, fluff and smut, oral sex (male receiving), cock warming if you squint

Chapter 1.

Carmy’s hand holds a gentle yet firm grip on yours as you scout the various colorful stands selling all sorts of produce along the busy street. Despite the restaurant being closed for a few weeks now, the routine seemed hard to break and you had both woken up early enough to catch the market. Between coffee scented clouds and the murmur of conversation, you stroll alongside Carmen, stopping at every few booths to check out the products and take the vendors information for future deliveries. Though not buying as much as you usually would for The Beef, it felt nice to buy your groceries directly from the source. 

“So what did Marge say about Ava’s classes?” He asks in your direction, distracted by the crate of shiny tomatoes occupying the sidewalk.

“Oh, I think her words were ‘anything for your little niece, my sweet’.” You answer back in a terrible imitation of an english accent. 

“Your little niece, huh?” He adds with a smirk, taking a sip from the tea filled travel cup in his other hand.

“Alright, chill-” You reply with a similar smile. “It’s for Ava.”

You stop and let go of his hand to pick out a box of cherries and pull cash from your bag to pay. Carmy notices the bag starting to fill up and takes the handles off your shoulder, swinging it over his own and threading his fingers through yours once again. He pulls up your hand to place a warm peck on it, raising a red on your face that almost matched the cherries. 

From your point of view, the morning sun casts a brilliant glow over the baseball hat hiding his untamed  hair. Little specks of gold dance along his barely  untrimmed jaw and another blush sparks over your features as the image of you kissing his stubble pops into your head. 

“D’you think it’d be weird if I gave Richie my mom’s number?” You voice your thoughts suddenly. 

He turns to you with a puzzled expression. “And the thought came to you because…?”

You shrug and redirect your attention back to the rows of polished apples beside you. “Dunno. I just- I don’t think she’s ever gone out with anyone since well… y’know.”

Carmy nods his head slowly in a way that shows he understands and doesn’t pressure you to over explain. “And you wanna start with Richie?” He jokes instead. 

“C’mon he’s not a bad guy. And he’s not bad lookin’ either… he just needs a push.” 

A low mumble from his direction makes you turn your head and you almost don’t hear him whisper against the lid of his cup. “If you like stupid  Richie so much, why don’t you fuckin’ marry ‘em…”

You laugh at his words, joyful and warm, and shove him softly with your elbow.  “I meant, that it’d be nice to see them happy...” Your eyes wander up to him again, only to find his already darting over your face, a sweet smile set in place. “To have something like this. Don’t you think?”

Carmy lets go of your hand to throw his arm over your shoulder and pull you in even closer while another giggle blooms over your chest. 

“I think that’s a great idea.” He whispers near your ear. “Your mother’s definitely the push Richie could use.”

Once your bag is too full to keep cramming stuff in and you’ve swept the streets multiple times, you finally make your way out. There’s a tiny old lady in a small booth by the edge selling colorful bouquets that you almost don’t notice. But he does and stops beside it, quickly handing her the money with a shy smile and picking out the one with the most Carnations on it.

“Here.” He says  and leans down to peck your cheek. 

You flush and whisper a sweet ‘thank you’, cradling the delicate buds between your free hand and your chest.  Even in the cold breeze surrounding you, the heat radiating off you is enough to keep you warm all the way home.

**********

He had not known a second of peace after dropping you off at the gallery that morning. Between deep cleaning and crunching numbers with Nat, Carmy’s head felt like it was splitting in two. 

“Jesus fuck…” He mumbles, pinching tightly between his brows in hopes that it dissipates the incoming migraine. “I swear we can’t catch a fuckin’ break.”

“Yeah, it doesn’t make my day either-“ She answers back sarcastically. “We’re gonna need someone to come get it tested-“

“Tested for what?” Richie interrupts, hand pointing to the same spot on the wall where the siblings are staring. 

“For fucking rabies- mold Richard,  what do you think-“

“-You’re makin a storm out of nothin’ Nat-“

“It’s not nothing, it’s mold-” 

“Mold is just a trigger word, okay-“

“Shut the fuck up and let me think.” Carmy speaks louder than intended, the sound vibrating in his skull and making him wince. 

He takes a deep breath then rises his head up again. 

“Yeah- yeah I think we’re gonna need to call someone for that. Check how much it’s gonna be?” He asks his sister, who only rolls her eyes  and nods, turning away. 

“Cousin c’mon, I can totally fix that shit-“

“Cousin-“

“-I just need some sealant and-“

“Cousin-“

“-good as fuckin’ new-“

“Richie!” He shouts and shuts his eyes at the shutter in his head. “Just… let an expert do it, alright?”

He watches as his cousin opens his mouth to respond, then instead closes it and raises his hands in surrender, muttering a soft ‘alright, fine.’ 

“Oh, that reminds me, I gotta go pick up Ava and drop her at your girl’s class. Need anythin’ while I’m gone?” 

Carmy shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose once again, a habit often repeated and confirmed by the tender ache on his nose bridge. “No, we’re good. Still can’t do much without the fuckin’ permits.” He mutters back.

“ Did Jimmy get back to you on that?”

“Not since you asked this morning…” His voice sounds irritated, but it has more to do with the pulsing in his head. 

Richie only nods and despite wanting to, doesn’t keep pushing it. He instead only throws a ‘call me if you need anythin’ and quickly exits through the patched up front door, washing Carmy in yellow afternoon rays before it quickly closes and he's back to the fluorescent blue.

With the silence of the empty restaurant, he allows himself a second to breathe, even falling heavily on one of the few dust covered stools that haven’t been taken down to storage yet. Carmy pulls a cigarette from the fresh package in his back pocket and lights it, taking a deep drag that instantly numbs out the start of a headache. While he takes another deep drag, he pulls out his phone where your text sits under a reminder to ‘call the fucking fridge guy, carmy <3’ from his sister. 

There’s another rattle from the door and he rolls his eyes, typical of his cousin to forget something when he was probably too far away to come back, so he doesn’t even bother to turn around. Instead he presses the call button and waits, leg shaking impatiently over the footrest and camouflaging the steps moving closer to him. 

“Hey…” He hears once the call sends him to voicemail and the delicate tube in his hand almost breaks at the filter. The familiar voice crashes over his back and drowns him instantly in freezing water. “...I’m looking for a Ms. Carmen Berzatto?”

**********

For the first time in weeks, the gallery finally seemed to fall into its usual serene pace. Winter vacation was over and your classes had begun filling up again- with children retelling the tales of the places they visited while out of the city. Marjorie had informed you that morning that word of mouth had followed its course since the charity event and six more kids would be joining you in a few days, and now you had more easels to put together before the weekend.

The small plastic screw falls off your hand for the second time and you groan up to the ceiling before picking it up. The easels came with too many small pieces to count and the fact that you still had four more to finish in the back, did not help with the overall mood. As you place the screw back into the little hole and press the screwdriver against the head, it pops to the side and goes bouncing off out of your view.

While you crouch down and pull your hair back to try and see if it’s anywhere close, the entrance bell signals a new arrival, and the excited steps that follow have you straightening back up. ‘Is it five o'clock already?’ you think and instinctively run your hands down the paint hardened apron, as if that’ll make it seem more presentable. A relaxed breath calms you down at the familiar sound of Richie’s voice calling you from the front.

“Back here!” You call out and begin to group up all the scattered screws you can find for a day where each piece won’t make you want to cry.

“There’s our Michelangelo!” He belts out as soon as he spots you, extending one long arm to his side, while the other is taken hostage by a small little thing cradling a Bluey backpack. 

Once he’s close enough, the extended arm hooks over your shoulders and pulls you to his chest, placing a chaste kiss over your hair. ‘okay-’ is all you can say and push him away  lightly once he’s already letting you go.

“Again- thank you for this-” Richie groans slightly while carefully placing Ava on the floor in front of him, his hands on her shoulders swallowing up her small frame. “She promised to be on her bestest behavior, right Ava?” She nods shyly.

It’s a side of him you’ve never seen before. He’s being tender and kind, and has spoken more than five words without wedging a single ‘fuck’ into the sentence. You can say you’re impressed, though the feeling soon turns sour- like the many times you’ve been a spectator to a loving father/ daughter duo. Richie’s rubbing his thumb softly over her cherry cheeks and even though it’s a simple action that shouldn’t arise anything, the uncomfortable knot in your throat still takes its place. 

From his kneeled position, he can see the various pieces of chunky plastic laying astray and he signals with his head in its direction. 

“New exhibition or somethin’?” 

You clear your throat quickly and wipe the beginning of your sweaty palms on the back of your shirt, embarrassed that you may have been caught staring.

“Uh, no actually. Just some fuc-un-” You correct yourself instantly when your eyes flicker to the small child. “-some fun easels I have to assemble for the new kids.”

“Let me help you-” He’s quick on his feet, already picking up the screwdriver before you get a chance to decline.

“No, leave it- it’s fine. I’ll try again tomorrow… plus, don’t you have to head back to The Beef?”

He only shrugs and takes off his jacket, then begins to count the number of holes on the plastic and pulls out the same number of screws.

“Can’t do much without permits. And you look like you could use the help.”

You crack your locked knuckles as you watch him work, still considering rejecting the offer. But he joins together more pieces in those ten minutes than you have in half an hour, and who are you to reject a man searching for purpose? Instead, you take Ava’s bag from her and lead her to one of the newer stations before the rest of the kids arrive.

“Thank you.” You offer with a small smile in his direction, right before the bell rings again and more hurried footsteps echo in your direction. 

“If you’re still feeling charitable, there’s four more in the back-” You add in a hurry and shrug apologetically at the stunned look over his face. “You offered to help…”

Richie ended up staying through the whole lesson. Wandering every few minutes behind his daughter’s station, arms folded with the screwdriver still in hand and contemplating the canvas like the world’s most respected critic. It took him the whole hour and a half to finish assembling all the easels and only had plastic wrap to pick up by the time the last kid left. 

Ava sat happy in your rolling chair, sugar-free cookie crumbs sprinkled around her face and paint stained fingers.

“Isn’t that shit toxic?” Richie asks through a concerned face as he bent down to pick up the last of the trash.

You also turn in her direction and shrug, cleaning your own hands with a rag. “Not really, we buy non-toxic for finger painting. It was easier than asking them to stop licking it off…” He only nods at your response- but not fully convinced- sends Ava to wash her hands a second time.

“Thanks again for the help.” You call out with a nod in his direction, then bite your lip. 

You don’t know what to say or how to bring it up, only left staring at him as your mouth opens and closes, popping the bubble wrap in your hands. “Hey, Richie?” 

He turns, brows raised. ‘There’s no turning back now’.

“Have you tried uh… y’know, dating after Ava’s mom?”

“Listen kid, you know I love ya, but Carmy’s family and-” You roll your eyes and throw the trash in his direction, barely missing his head.

“Not like that, dumbass!” You scold with an amused smile. “I just thought- god this is so fuckin’ weird- here.”

Richie’s expression is puzzled, eyes darting between the contents of your outstretched hand and your own flushed face. He reaches towards it and when he finally takes it, your hand retrieves back to your body and crosses over your chest.

“And this is…?”

“It’s my mother’s number… I know you kinda got a thing for her.” You wave your hand in the air when it looks like he’s about to contradict your statement. “C’mon dude, I have eyes, ‘kay? ’m not blind. A bit grossed out, but not blind.” You admit the last part only to yourself.

The silence breaks with the sound of soft steps on the stairs and an enthusiastic rendition of ‘shake it off’. Richie folds the small paper and buries it securely in his jacket pocket, clearing his throat in the process.

“She likes white wine but not the sweet kind, salsa- both food and the dance- and don’t even mention Celia Cruz or she’ll never shut up about her.” You rush through as the little steps move closer to the back.

“Thanks.” He mumbles back, then a slight grin forms over his face. “So does that make me your dad now?” He teases and you groan, rolling your eyes for the third time in less than two hours.

 “Don’t make me regret it- and don’t make it weirder, okay?!”

Your phone rings from inside the apron before he has a chance to bicker back and a smile grows on your face at the caller ID. 

“Hey Carm, ready for later?” You turn away from Richie, who cleans the crumbs off Ava’s face before swinging her bag over his shoulder and waving goodbye.

There’s a few silent seconds on the other line, then a heavy sigh travels through the phone and perches over your chest. “Uh, yeah about that…”

“Oh no…” You interrupt before he even has the chance to explain.

“I know, I know, I’m so sorry-” He begins and you can hear the shuffling on the other side. You can almost picture him running his hand through his already messy hair and staring up at the ceiling as if he’ll find all of life’s answers there. “I’ll explain at home but right now I gotta stay later.”

“It’s okay, I’ll just reschedule and see if they can show us the place another day.” Your voice sounds reassuring, though all that’s running through your head is the lightweight promise he made a few days back.

“Yes-okay, great.” Carmy answers rushed, not catching the slight disappointment in your tone. “This is turning out way more difficult than I thought.” He mumbles against the mic.

“Well, y'know ‘heavy is the head’ ‘n all that.” Your smile grows nervous as you try lightening the mood but only a distracted half sigh, half laugh follows a second later.

He clears his throat and rushes through his words again. “Listen, don’t make dinner. I’ll buy us somethin’ on the way home, okay?”

“Yeah, sure… see you at home.” 

**********

The train ride home bombards your thoughts with a little guilt. You couldn’t help the slight disappointment ringing in your ears from the failed promise. Then you remember how hard he’s been working lately- or since you’ve known him really- and you feel foolish for letting such a small thing get to you. 

So once you arrive home, instead of dinner, you round up the few candles you brought with you and place them strategically around the small bathroom. Then you do your best to scrub the paint out from under your fingernails and strip into nothing but the soft fluffy blue robe he gave you on Christmas. Once you see the short ‘omw’ text, you begin to light the candles, praying they won’t burn the place down, and entertain yourself by arranging the Carnations from that morning in a little vase you made at the gallery. ‘I should give it a friend’ 

The muffled jingle of keys cuts your train of thought short, followed by his footsteps and a heavy sigh once he shuts the door and takes his coat off.

“Babe?” 

“In the kitchen!” You call back and bite your lip in anticipation, quickly rearranging the robe so your collarbone is a little more exposed.

“What? No- I brought dinner…” His tone dies down once he spots you around the corner, take out bag weighing down from his outstretched arm.

“‘M not making dinner.” You answer with a soft smile and keep your attention on the flowers sitting beside you on the counter. 

His gaze shamelessly runs along your bare legs, crossed in a way that exposes all the way up to your upper thigh but no more than that. You take your time to finish trimming the rest of the stems, then push the vase to the side and swing your legs to hop off the counter. The movement seems absolutely graceful to him and he can’t do anything but lean against the wall to regain his balance as you move closer to him.

You hold on to the sides of his torso and stand up on your toes to kiss his lips sweetly. You wanted it to be a quick teasing kiss, but his hand wraps around your back immediately and presses your chests together. He sighs against your mouth, the ‘thump’ of the bag hitting the floor vibrates in the room and soon both his arms circle you close. 

Your hands cling to his broad shoulders and your toes drag along the floor as he lifts you lightly and moves deeper into the room. The simple movement makes your head swoon with  love.

“...missed you.” He mumbles between kisses down your cheek and buries his face in the crook of your neck, sighing again.

“Hard day?”

He only nods, too occupied with the kisses he leaves on your exposed skin. You place another on his hair and peel yourself away slowly, hands still tight over his. 

“C’mon.” You whisper and nod deeper into the apartment.

His brow creases with questions he doesn’t ask, instead following behind you silently into the room. The usual white tiles glow yellow with the tiny dancing flames, Carmy’s eyes instantly catch on to the flickering shadows and take his breath away. When you turn to him, his eyes are wide and soft, with the small specks of the candle wicks glistening inside them. Your hand lets go of his to run a tender finger over a smudge on his cheek, while the other begins to undo the knot on your robe.

He’s motionless. The only sign of movements come from the slight bob of his Adam’s apple and the way his eyes constantly drag down to your chest before he pulls them back up. 

“I wanna help you relax…” Your voice is sweet, barely above a whisper and drowned out by the sound of the soft fabric cascading down your body and pooling around your feet. “Can I?” 

All he can do is nod, transfixed by the way your tan skin glows almost golden in the flickering lights. He lets you pull the white shirt over his head, then while he finishes undressing, you turn the water on and watch as the steam starts invading the empty space. Carmy’s hands caress the sides of your hips and little kisses spark the goosebumps on your shoulder, but once you’re both fully inside, you wiggle away from his touch and turn to face him again.

“I’m taking care of you.” You repeat, and grab his biceps to push him deeper into the streaming water.

You let it fall over his head until the locks grow a shade darker and most of them lose their bounce, then you turn the water down and reach for your scented shampoo.

“Turn ‘around for me?.” You request while you lather the soap on your hands.

Carmy rolls his eyes and gives you a toothy grin, but obliges anyway. You can see his shoulders instantly relax as your fingers tread through the curls, nails raking gently over his scalp in a rhythmic motion that has his neck losing a hold of his head and tipping it towards the cold tile. A smug smile covers your face, wet strands of hair decorating your cheeks, and you even make an effort to continue the gentle movements even after the bubbles have disappeared.

Instead of washing it away, you bring the massage down to his neck, thumbs pressing insistently over the numerous knots you find on your way down. He’s no different than the clay you’ve been experimenting with at work, you offer him as much tenderness and dedication as you would any other work of art.

The soft sounds of his breathing mix with the thin stream of water rushing over your bodies. You didn’t even notice how close you’ve moved to him until your breath bounces back to your cheeks. You take the chance to place little wet kisses along his spine as your fingers dig into the muscles of his back and the shudder he breathes out makes the taste of shampoo on your lips completely worth it. You press them to his warm skin again and again as your hands work down his spine and to the pretty dimples decorating the bottom of it. 

By the time your movements have ceased, both of your breathing is struggling with need.

You use the last bit of control in your voice to call his name. “Carmy…” It’s almost silent, but the plea in your tone is enough to make him turn to you.

The sight of his blown out pupils and the way his hair darkens his face is enough to make you come on the spot. Without hesitation, you gently drape your arms over his puffing chest, raking your nails over it as you pepper kisses in a messy line down. Your knees fall over the tile with a soft slap that resonates in the quiet room.

“Fuck-” Carmen blows out, eyes fixated on how fucking good you look on your knees for him. 

Your need is too strong to tease him, instead you take his already hard cock in your hand and start giving it a few soft pumps without losing his stare. 

“Will you let me take care of you?” You ask again in a sultry voice. The water droplets have accumulated over your lashes and your wet hair cascades over your shoulders, making you look ethereal in Carmy’s eyes and all he can do is nod and sigh when you kiss the tip.

His hand flies up to grip the slick tiles when you finally wrap your lips around his girth and take him fully into your mouth. The rhythm is slow and torturous as you pull moan after groan from the depths of his chest, until he grows too impatient and his hips begin to buck forward into your mouth.

“That’s it baby, that’s it… oh fuck.” Carmy whispers words of encouragement that travel straight to your aching pussy. He groans into the side of his extended arm, but only for a short second, because he can’t dare to take his eyes off you any longer than that.

Each sound he makes pushes your movements faster and each slurp and drag of your tongue makes him groan even deeper, it’s a vicious cycle of obscene sounds that neither of you want to break. Through hooded eyes, he spots your other hand dragging into the inside of your parted thighs and he thinks he might come just from that alone. 

With a few more bobs of your head, you pull him out with a soft ‘pop’ and he takes the chance to catch his breath, before leaning down, hooking his hands under your arms and pulling you up to him in one swift motion.

In a second, your feet are up and off the floor and the cold contrast of the tiles on your hot back brings chills over your excited skin. He latches onto your lips in seconds, one hand cradling your cheek while the other wraps tightly around your waist. Your legs circle his hips with strength as he rubs his stiff erection between your thighs.

“You like sucking my cock, huh?” He whispers in a shaky breath while his hips grind incessantly over your slick cunt. “Look how fuckin’ wet you got. You gonna let me take care of you now, baby?”

He pulls his hand from your face and readjusts his arms around your thighs so he has a better grip on you, but doesn’t slip in yet. Instead he drags the length along your folds and watches you whine and squirm with want between his arms.

“Yes, Bear, take care of me please. I need you.” His cock jolts at your words and the neediness behind them is enough teasing for him.

He slips right in, like coming home, and wastes no time in pulling back out to set a rapid pattern that has your breasts bouncing in his face. Carmy buries his mouth by your neck, dragging his teeth down to your chest and back up, leaving crescent shaped bruises that you’ll probably have to cover with makeup tomorrow. Right now though, he doesn’t care, he’s proud of them and how they represent that you’re truly and wholeheartedly his.

“You’re fuck-ing me so good.” A string of mewls falls from your lips at the mixture of sensations and your nails dig firmly into his shoulders to help ground you back. 

But Carmy’s hips snap up continuously to a spot he’s learnt you like, making your head fall heavy over his shoulders. You’re gasping for air with each stroke and drag of his cock, unable to regain strength in your neck to look up at his eyes. 

“Yeah?” He whispers near your ear, erupting shivers along the skin his breath caresses as he continues railing into you. “And you’re takin’ me like such a good girl.” His movements are too fast for you to keep up with your hips, so all you do is take it, and happily so.

“C’mon baby, come f’me yeah?” 

You’re too high to listen to his words, but your body reacts on command as the tension in your navel snaps and a guttural moan rips your throat open. Carmy follows close behind you, groaning into the side of your neck and pressing you impossible closer to his heaving chest.

As the bliss dissipates into tiny waves, you reach up to his clean locks. He answers back with another soft kiss.

“Can we stay like this?” He asks timidly into your skin. 

You smile at the sudden softness and reach down to fully turn the water off. “Don’t you wanna finish showering first? or… pull out?”

Carmy answers with a soft ‘no.’. You expect him to let you down so you can both dry yourselves at least, but he doesn’t. Instead, he presses you securely to his chest again and makes his way out of the shower. 

You squeal and press your thighs hard around his own when he leans down to blow out the candles, one by one, in fear that he may drop you. A relaxed laugh vibrates in his chest and joins your nervous giggle as he manages the task flawlessly.

“See, I got you.” He says with a proud smile- one that crinkles the sides of his eyes and makes him look boyish and carefree- as he carries you to the warm bed.

‘I know you do' You think to yourself all night, wrapped in the safety of his arms.

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Longing

Pieces of My Heart - Chapter 10 Stray Kids OT8 x reader, Soulmate AU

Masterlist | Next Part

Chan Hey, just checking in. How’s your dad? Y/N He’s good, awake and lucid Doctors say everything went smoothly, he should make a full recovery Chan That’s good. Y/N How are the boys? Chan Missing you. Img.png Y/N Tell them I miss them too Chan I will. Give your dad our best wishes. Y/N Thanks

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Sophie Hey, I just got your message Are you okay? Y/N Don’t worry, I’m fine. My dad’s okay too I didn’t get a chance to update you Had a lot on my mind Sophie No, yeah. I get it Y/N How was the day 2 concert? Sophie Just as amazing as day 1 Well, actually it was a bit weird I felt like the members weren’t as playful as the first time around. It seemed like they had a lot on their mind too … Maybe it was just one of those days Y/N Yeah, I guess Sophie Either way, it’s a shame we didn’t get to hang out more before you left I’m glad your dad’s okay Y/N Me too. If I’m ever back in the city, I’ll let you know Sophie Of course. In the meantime, want to see some videos from last night? Y/N Sure!

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Y/N You sure you don’t want anything from the store? Mom I’m sure sweetie, thank you. Y/N Ok Mom Hey, while I have a chance to talk to you without your dad listening in. We need to talk about your soulmates. Y/N What about them? Mom Sweetheart, I remember when I met my soulmate. We were inseparable for weeks. I couldn’t even imagine how hard it is to be away from them right now. Y/N Mom … Mom I mean, even now, not being able to see her makes me uncomfortable. Why do you think we have our weekly Friday night meet ups? Y/N I thought that was just an excuse to go out and complain about Dan from finances Mom You and I both know I don’t need an excuse to complain about Dan. But that’s not the point. I can’t stand not being with Lucy. And we’re only platonic soulmates. From what I’ve heard, that’s definitely not the case with you. Y/N Mom! Mom You should be with your soulmates. Y/N Dad’s still in recovery, mom You can’t take care of him yourself, you have work and your health issues … You need help. They understand, we can make it work Besides, they’re on tour. I was going to have to be away from them for a while anyway It’s not like I could just go on tour with them Mom I’m sure that’s not true. Y/N Im almost back at the room. We can talk about this later

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Soulmates

Y/N Hey Did you guys land yet? Seungmin Few minutes ago Felix Hi!!! How are you?! I’m good Felix, thank you ^^ Seungmin Img.png Img.png Img.png Felix YAH! Seungmin wtf!??! Seungmin Not my fault you all fell asleep on the plane Felix So you decided to photograph us?!!? Seungmin Blackmail material Minho I’m going to commit murder Y/N Awww, you guys look so cute I hope you guys get some rest … Guys? Wait he wasn’t serious about the murder was he? Hyunjin Hi baby I miss you Jisung I miss you too! Hyunjin I miss them more! Chan Guys, it’s not a competition Felix But if it is, I definitely miss them more >:) Y/N Guys, Minho wasn’t serious about killing Seungmin, was he? … Guys?

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Jeongin Did you have breakfast yet? Y/N Shit, no I’ve been busy. I had to take my dad to his doctor’s appointment today and then I had to go do groceries Jeongin :( Y/N Sorry Innie. I’ll go get a snack rn Jeongin You haven’t been eating a lot lately … You know coffee doesn’t count as a meal, right? Y/N I know Sorry :( Jeongin You need to take care of yourself. I’m worried about you Y/N I will, I promise Jeongin I’ll remind you if you don’t. I swear, you’re worse than Channie-hyung Y/N D: I’m not that bad Jeogin … What did you just eat? It’s disgusting Please never eat that again Y/N You take that back Ham and Jelly toast is delicious and I refuse to accept this slander Plus its an easy snack Jeongin I will pay you to never eat that again Please Stop! DID YOU JUST ADD HOT SAUCE?!!!? Y/N Suffer

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Mom I had a talk with my boss about work. He’s agreed to let me work from home for the next few months. Y/N Oh, that’s good. Now you can spend more time with dad during breaks and lunch … Mom It also means that I won’t need your help around the house anymore. Y/N Mom, we’ve talked about this. I’m not leaving you guys! Mom It’s been almost a month. Your soulmates are almost done with their tour You should go see them. Y/N I appreciate the effort mom, I really do. But can you just drop this? Mom No, I won’t. Why are you forcing yourself to be so unhappy? You think I don’t notice how stressed and upset you’ve been lately? You’re not eating well, you’re not getting a lot of sleep. Honey, I’m worried. Being away from your soulmates for so long so soon after meeting can’t be good for you. Or them! Y/N They have each other, they’ll be fine. Mom That’s not how this works, and you know it. Have you even talked to them about it? Y/N I don’t want to talk about it. Not right now. Mom You can’t run away from your problems forever.

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Soulmates

Minho 커피 원해? (anyone want coffee?) Jisung ㅇㅇ (yup) Felix 내!!!! (yes!!!!) Chan 주세요. (please.) Seungmin 됐어요 (im good) Y/N I mean, if you’re offering It might be a bit cold by the time you get here though Minho Ahh, wrong chat Sorry Jisung Wait a minute! Since when do you read Korean?!! Y/N I don’t??!! I just used google translate Although I did recognize 내! That means yes :D Minho 귀엽다 (cute) Changbin Waa, our soulmate is so smart. Y/N :D Don’t drink too much coffee though. I’ve been told it is not a meal >:( Im talking to you, Chan Chan I have no idea what you’re talking about Y/N >:( Jeongin >:( Felix >:( Jisung >:( Chan It’s only my second cup today! And the first one was 3 hours ago! Y/N IT’S ONLY 9AM! Chan … Felix I’m going to kill you

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Y/N Hey, can I ask for some advice? I need an unbiased opinion Sophie Well I’m not sure I’d consider myself unbiased. I’m definitely Han biased, that’s for sure. ;) Y/N It’s about my soulmate Sophie OH! I totally forgot about that, you haven’t talked about them at all! Y/N Yeah, between everything with my dad and then school and stuff … My mom has been on my ass these past few weeks about it Sophie About what? Y/N She thinks its unhealthy for me to be away from them She has this scary close bond with her soulmate, a childhood friend of hers. And she can’t imagine being away from her, so she thinks that I need to go be with my soulmate But I’ve been refusing, and now every time I see her it feels like she’s seconds away from starting another argument I’m just so tired of all the arguing, and wondering if maybe she’s right I have been having a harder time getting sleep Sophie Oh wow, that’s …. Wow. Y/N yeah Sophie I’m not sure you want my honest opinion right now. Y/N Please, I do. I need someone that isn’t my mom to be straight up with me. Am I being irrational? Sophie Well, first of all, being away from your soulmates is definitely not easy. But It’s also not a big deal, and long distance relationships work fine even between new soulmates. So maybe your mom is projecting a little bit. But I don’t think that’s the problem here. Y/N ??? Sophie Why does the idea of leaving to be with your soulmates bother you so much? I mean, when I found Alexis I was overjoyed, but I still didn’t have time to see him a lot. We both had school and work, and it was hard to find time to spend together. Honestly, I would have taken any opportunity I had to be with him. And yet here you are, turning down all of your mom’s offers. I feel like something else is at play here than just your mom’s pushiness. Y/N … Sophie I told you you wouldn’t like my opinion. Y/N No, you’re right Fuck, you’re right Sophie I usually am :) Y/N Thank’s Sophie, I really needed someone to knock some sense into me. Sophie Glad I could help. Want some memes? Y/N Yes, please!

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Y/N Mom. I’m sorry You were right, I want to be with my soulmates. I really appreciate everything you’ve done to give me the opportunity to be with them. And I’m sorry I’ve been so stubborn about it. But Mom, I feel like you’re pushing me away. I feel like you don’t want me here. My soulmates will never be more important than you. You’re my mom, and I worry about you and dad. I worry about you guys being by yourselves, about being away from you. I’m scared and I just feel like everything is moving too fast. Can you call me when you get off work? I love you.

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Y/N We need to talk Chan That doesn’t sound good Y/N It’s nothing bad, I promise Chan Okay? Y/N My dad has been getting better. He’s walking now. Chan That’s great! I’m glad your dad’s okay. Y/N Yeah Chan I have a feeling that’s not what you wanted to talk about, though. Y/N They managed to talk with a neighbor, and he agreed to drive my dad to his appointments if my mom can’t take him. And I started taking online classes. Chan Huh? Y/N Chris I think we need to talk about what happens when you guys are done with your tour.

#stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids x you #skz x you #chan x reader #chan x you #bangchan x reader #bangchan x you #changbin x reader #changbin x you #lee minho x reader #lee minho x you #minho x reader #minho x you #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x you #han x you #han x reader #jisung x reader #jisung x you #felix x you #felix x reader #seungmin x you #seungmin x reader #in x you #in x reader #jeongin x reader #jeongin x you #stray kids fanfic #pieces of my heart

[ncteez]

I NEED A MORE ON BRAT TAMER TURNED SERVICE TOP WONWOO PLEASE

“Fuck…. You’re driving me insane”

(Finally brave enough to send a msg, can I be ✨anon pls )

warning: mingyu is buzzing around lmao

For you, there are no limits, nor are there any for Wonwoo, he loves when you act out of line because there are certain implications when you do it. 

For instance, once the two of you were out getting groceries after he worked all day. He didn’t mind going with you, but he did put up a fight in the hope that you’d let him stay home and be lazy or something. It started with you batting your eyelashes to go, despite the kitchen already fully stocked with food. It ended with him struggling not to bend you over a table of produce and fuck you right then and there in front of Margaret, the elderly store manager. 

Why did he want to do such a thing to you? Well, he should have known when he came home to you wearing a comfortable little dress, that you probably didn’t have panties on. He should have known that when you insisted on bending down to pick up a product “just to see what it is”, that you did it on purpose to show off a perfect pussy already wet and needing him. 

Safe to say, you were fucking good at what you do and for the most part. He loved it, he really did. Today though, you’re pushing it.

Day two into his vacation, he really thought the two of you got enough of your fill regarding sex. Then again, with him being a sex-hungry man and you being...well...you, are either of you ever fulfilled? Either way, the point is, Mingyu is over and trying to have a friendly fucking lunch with his friendly fucking friends, and every single time he isn’t paying attention, you’re torturing your boyfriend. 

Groping him under the table, rubbing your ass against him every chance you get, popping a tit out when Mingyu’s back is turned, intentionally being clumsy just so you can make sounds that you know will get your boyfriend’s cock adjusted.

And so, that’s the dilemma. Hiding a boner, wanting you so badly it hurts, and having to sit here and pretend he’s interested in what the fuck Mingyu is saying. 

Quite frankly, the only thing he cares about right now is getting you on your knees and shutting you up in the best way he knows how.

~

Mingyu leaves, You’re innocently sitting on the couch, and Wonwoo is glaring. 

“Can you behave yourself when we have a guest over?” He grouches, locking the front door and walking over to the table to clean up the emptied cups. 

“Behave? I wasn’t doing anything.” You offer snidely, standing to your feet and preparing to bat those eyelashes at him. 

“You grabbed my dick like four times right in front of him.” 

“He didn’t see, plus,” You look him up and down, noting that he’s been hard for two entire hours because of you. “You liked it.”

“Of course I did! That’s exactly why you shouldn’t have done it.” 

You roll your eyes playfully, following him to the kitchen sink and wrapping your arms around him. 

“You don’t want me to show your friends how much I want you?” You ask, laughing. 

He’s silent.

“You don’t want me to make you feel good?” 

Silence.

“That hurts my feelings.”

He takes in a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut and allowing all of those suppressed thoughts in his head come to the surface, because he knows what you're doing. 

“You love doing this when other people are around.” He starts, but you cut him off.

“You’re really hot when you can’t fuck me.”

He rolls his eyes as he turns toward you. 

“You say that like I’m going to give you what you want.” 

You smile at him, because of course he is. He may be an expert at putting you in your place, but there are times when he does exactly what you want when you tease him enough. Torturing him for an hour alone at a grocery store was enough to have him on his knees, asking how you want him to get you off.

“Oh yeah?” You challenge him, dropping a hand to his cock and squeezing. “You’re not going to? Even after two hours of wanting me?”

He holds back a groan, trying to remain firm as he glares at you. 

“You’re not getting anything from me this time,” He sighs, reaching for your hand but failing in his attempt to pull it away. He pauses at the fact that he just holds your hand in place, and you continue to squeeze. “You tend to forget that I do have self-control.” 

You look at him, taking in that familiar glare before lifting up on your toes to swipe your tongue across his bottom lip. 

“So, you’re not going to put me on this countertop and give me what I want?” You don’t even let him respond as you continue, shaking his hand away from you and dipping into his pants. “You don't seem to be controlling yourself too well.”

That’s really all it takes. Internally, he buckles. 

“I can’t fucking stand you sometimes,” He grits his teeth when he says it, bucking into your hand and feeling heat rush throughout his body at the way you always know right when to squeeze when he does this. “You drive me insane.”

“I know.” You say in a pleased voice, smiling.  You're well aware that typically, Wonwoo isn't in the palm of your hand during sex. If he's chasing your hand with his hips, he's not going to be putting you in your place any time soon. Instead, he's going to be praising the way you take him for all he's worth.

#[mail] #[h.hours] #[m] #[wonwoo] #I WONT HIM SO BAD #✨

[loveyjeongie]

Bad Day

a/n: I feel like I needed to get this out today, it’s a sad one but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. If you guys want to request anything i’m trying to write more so feel free!

word count: 965

who: autistic little!mina, cg!momo

cw/tw: implied self harm (not descriptive) so if that bothers you at all please do not read, a little bit of blood, mina gets overwhelmed and goes nonverbal, some sign language, just mina having a rough time and her mama helping her the best she can :(

In the Hirai-Myoui household, almost everything is harm proofed. Except for things that happen outside of their home, wall edges and table corners have foam pieces placed on them, wires are well tied, almost all the dishware is plastic, everything you could think of. At least, Momo thinks so. She did it all herself when she first moved in with Mina. The younger girl was clumsy, as well as occasionally self destructive, always managing to get hurt whether she was big or little, and Momo was happy with her solutions. Incidents that ended up with either of them getting hurt rarely happened, but unfortunately today was one of those moments.

Mina walked through the front door, followed by Momo who shut it softly behind her, her hands full.

“That was one of the worst practices i’ve ever had. Nothing I did was right.” she took a seat at the kitchen island and slumped low in her seat, upset that the dance they had to learn that day was too hard for her.

“It wasn’t that bad, lovey. You did really well!” Momo gave her a small smile, “I can help you with it later if you’d like to go over it again?” she offered while she put away some of the groceries they stopped to get on the way home, but was met with silence.

“Is there something else making you…“ she turned around to question Mina, but was left confused when she saw she was no longer sat at the counter.

“Mina? Mina where’d you go?”

Momo hated seeing Mina so upset with herself and worry began to set in. She put down the bag she was sifting through and started to search around the house. Mina wasn’t in the living room, the playroom, either of the bedrooms or the office. Walking back down the hall, Momo saw the light shining out of the bottom of the bathroom door and approached cautiously. She knocked three times trying to reach out to her.

“Mina, sweetie, are you alright? Can you come out of there and we can talk about what’s bothering you?”

Nothing but more silence. Momo put her ear up to the edge of the door and heard faint sobs coming from inside followed by movement and the sink turning on and off. Now she was definitely worried.

“My love, if you don’t answer me I’m going to have to open the door and come in. Are you okay?” Her heart broke when the other girl shouted, a voice that was tinier than before, more distraught.

“Go ‘way! mina d‘serve”

Immediately, Momo unlocked and flung open the door as her heart dropped from the sight.

Mina sat in the empty bathtub, her knees tightly hugged against her chest, and blood slowly dripped down her left arm.

She sobbed, “mina bad mama. bad bad bad! ‘serve it” and brought her hand to her head to tug on her ears, something she did when she was overwhelmed.

Rushing over, Momo grabbed Minas hand and saw that she held staples in it as well as on the floor of the tub by her foot. They must have been from the info packets everyone got earlier that day at practice. Momo internally scolded herself for not paying more attention to Mina as she had apparently taken them without her knowing.

“Oh baby, what happened? Come talk to me please, it’s okay mama’s not mad.”

The little shook her head aggressively. “N-no mina bad. c-couldn’ helps it. bad mina!”

“Sweetie, you’re not bad, not at all. Come here my love”

Momo picked Mina up out of the bath and sat her on the edge of the sink.

“Can I clean you up love bug, please?”

Still tugging on her ears, the little nodded.

She reached into the medicine cabinet and grabbed some gauze, bandaids, and neosporin before turning on the sink and taking a washcloth with soap and warm water to pat and clean the area. Whines and winces escaped Minas mouth while she fussed around in her spot on the sink, prompting Momo to move a little quicker to spare any more discomfort.

Placing the last bandaid on, Minas favorite blue and green penguin ones, Momo placed a kiss gently on top.

“See, all better now love. How are you feeling? Do you want to come lay with mama?” There was still a mess in the bathtub but Momo figured she would clean it later in the night after mina fell asleep.

Mina however, was still tugging on her ears, not responding. A sign Momo took as she most likely has become nonverbal.

She grabbed her hand, “Do you want mama to go get your headphones?”

As soon as she saw her head nod Momo picked up the younger girl and went back to the front door where she left their stuff, grabbed Mina’s backpack and headed to the couch in the living room. She rummaged through it and pulled out Minas purple noise cancelling headphones along with her favorite penguin squishmallow.

A sigh left Mina’s mouth as soon as she felt Momo place the pads over her ears and the room went quiet. She opened her eyes and Momo handed her the stuffie while signing to her, asking if she wanted to lay with her or watch a show on tv, to which Mina slowly signed back, “lay, mama”.

Momo smiled, placed a pillow behind her and laid back with Mina on her chest throwing the blanket over her. Taking a moment to settle into a comfy spot, when the little finally stopped fussing Momo began to rub gentle circles in the middle of the back of her shoulders making mina look up at her one more time before relaxing, signing again.

“mama loves you. very much.”

#loveyjeongie #sfw #sfw blog #sfw interaction only #agere #twice agere #age regression #autistic little!mina #cg!momo #short

[birdofmay]

Phew, I don’t know if every country would consider me high support needs (we have 5 care levels in my country, not 3. I'm 4 out of 5), but just to give low support needs autistics an idea of what high support needs means, I’ll tell you about my “normal to slightly stressful” days. Remember, these are not my bad days, these are normal days with too much sensory input or when I couldn’t follow some of my routines. On those days I

need constant supervision because I can’t self-monitor myself/don’t realise what I’m doing; I might chew on caustic things for example, and am not aware of dangers. This is the case on good days too btw. (Oh, and I sometimes get lost in my own home 🙈)

am not allowed to cook or heat things up, for the same reason as above - it’s too dangerous

need somebody to wash my hair and brush my teeth, either need them to verbally prompt me in the shower and while getting dressed or if I’m overstimulated they have to dress me, etc.

need them to change my diapers (for a while incontinence pads were enough and I could change them on my own with visual prompts on a good day, but diapers are too complicated)

need them to remind me to go to the toilet because I don’t feel my body signals, and help me on the toilet (especially because of balance issues; I have hand rails, but sometimes that's not enough)

need them to help me going from one room to another (my brain has trouble adjusting to my surroundings, so sometimes my body just freezes in front of the door, really annoying, but I can’t help it 🤷‍♀️)

need them to prompt me sitting down or getting up, for the same reason as above

need somebody to watch me while I’m eating because I easily choke on food and drinks, and in case of aspiration they can do something about it (dysphagia)

have a long bedtime routine because otherwise, even though I take melatonin, I wouldn’t be able to sleep at all. I might wake up and feel upset and angry without an obvious reason, and I can’t calm myself down, so I need other people to calm me down then

can only leave the house and/or use public transportation if another person is with me because I would get lost otherwise - that’s also the case on a good day btw, I simply can never be unsupervised 🤷‍♀️

can’t plan ahead or develop strategies for anything at all, that’s also the case on a good day, I just wanted to mention it. Other people have to tell me what things I could do today and let me choose, but I never know what’s more important or better, etc. This is one important thing people pay attention to when they assess the “care level” we have in my country: If the individual can come up with own plans and create/make decisions, or if the individual needs to be presented possible options to choose from. I can only choose (and it takes time), but I can’t come up with anything myself.

am easily overwhelmed in general, but if it’s not one of my best days, I can’t be around/interact with unfamiliar people without needing a familiar person to calm me down. I often read about autistics who managed to go grocery shopping with a close friend/family member and are proud of themselves - I could never do that even on the best day ever. It’s not only the sensory input in the shop, it’s the simple fact that one unfamiliar person approaching me can cause a meltdown if I wasn’t prepared that they will approach me... This isn’t anxiety, it’s my brain acting up and not doing it’s job 🤷‍♀️

.....oh yeah and I can’t speak. Sometimes I can spontaneously say up to 3 words, but when using words it’s mostly something like “No!” or “Hey!”, things like that. I either use sign language or text-to-speech. So this makes communication a little harder 🤷‍♀️

So this is high(er) support needs. If you are mostly independent but then there are days where you can’t leave your bed, can’t take care of yourself, and/or are extremely in pain, you might either be support-flux (good for autistics with chronic pain or other chronic conditions that have sudden flare ups, I think) or may be burnt out because your low support needs haven’t been met over a long period of time. Low support needs only means that you don’t need help with BADLs, it doesn’t mean no support needs. It means that you need support and help in your every day life - but this support just isn’t needed for BADLs.

#actually autistic #high support needs #medium support needs #long post #actuallyautistic #actually disabled

[callmewrinkles3]

May 2022

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

CC: [email protected]

Hi Emmy,

This is desperate to try get in touch but I’m pretending you’re gonna read this. I know you’re not reading your texts. Or maybe you blocked me. I don’t even know. I keep leaving voicemails and even insta messages, but nothing. Send up a flare that you’re still ok? Please?

Ever since we met you’ve been the person I trusted with asking any career questions to. I should have listened to you more about the McLaren stuff, but yeah. You’re the most important person in my life and the one I think about when I’m making decisions, but this time you’re not here to say it to. So I want to at least tell you.

I’m retiring at the end of the season. I checked my contract to see if I could go at the summer break but I can’t. So Abu Dhabi’s gonna be my last race. It’s…it’s not fun anymore. Every race is a slog and even tracks I love make me want to go insane. Miami was hell and last weekend felt like the worst time ever. I never thought I’d hate racing in Barcelona. I’ve given this sport everything I can give it and it’s taken more than that and it’s too much. You made me realise that.

I missed too many moments with family and friends, I missed births and deaths and weddings and funerals. You know that better than anyone. This sport meant I couldn’t be with you when you needed me and then I lost you. Its taken absolutely everything and I can’t let it take anything else. There’s nothing else really. It took you. The love of my life and the most important person in my world, and I let you slip through my fingers because of this. So it’s it.

Its not worth the pain anymore. It’s not worth the frustration it’s causing. And it’s never, ever been worth the pain it caused you. That’s the biggest regret I have about all of this, that it hurt you so badly. Plus I can’t do this without you beside me. I’ve no idea how I did it for so many years when you weren’t there but now I just can’t. I can’t do it and I don’t want to learn how to either.

That’s the first part of the plan. I had to tell you first. After Monaco I’m gonna tell Mike and Blake, and then when I tell my parents that you’re gone I’ll tell them then. Don’t blame Michael, he can’t tell them and I figured it deserved more than through FaceTime so I’m flying down. Then during the summer I’ll announce it. Do a video or something.

Then once that’s done I need to find you. I don’t blame you for leaving, Emmy. I can’t blame you because if I was in your shoes I’d have done the exact same thing. I just miss you so fucking much. I miss you every single second of every single day and I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t know how to stop loving you and even if I did I don’t want to. I want us together, Baby girl. I want to have that life we talked about.

Remember that night in Austin? That girl kept trying to flirt with me and wouldn’t take no for an answer, and then I kissed you in front of her and she finally left? And that night when we were going to sleep you said that you thought Austin would be a place that it’d be nice to show our kids one day. I want that so much it hurts. You were half asleep and so innocent and I realised that’s what I wanted too. I never wanted it before I met you because I never thought settling down was worth it. But it’s not settling with you.

I want you to fight me about finding an apartment in the budget you want, and me to tell you I’m paying because I earn a disgusting amount of money. I want to argue about groceries and who pays which bills and wake up with you in the morning. I want those baths where it’s just us and the world fades away. Falling into your coffee table and the bruises appearing on my shins again. I want all of it. I’m so sorry that I didn’t make you realise that I want you. You’re it for me, Emmy. Nobody else comes close to you.

I want to hold you and tell you that I love you so much. It’s no y’know, right, it’s no pretending. No claiming it’s not romantic. I love you and I want to get to hold your hand in public and tell the world. Say it every single day. I’m so, so sorry for everything that happened between us. Everything I said, everything I did. I should have kissed you when I got out of bed that morning and I should have kissed you when you were going to the airport. I never should have said what I did because I promise you I will never, ever be done with you Baby. Ever.

I’m so sorry for everything I did to hurt us, but please. Let me fix it. If you’re reading this tell me where to go to find you. I’ll go anywhere in this universe to find you, fuck the car and fuck racing and fuck this team. Fuck the people who didn’t respect you because they don’t deserve my or your respect. Tell me where to go and I’ll find you and prove how sorry I am. If you let me I’ll spend the rest of our lives making it up to you. If you love me even a tiny bit please, please tell me where you are. That you’re alive. That we can see you because every single person who knows you keeps asking where you are and how you are and I don’t even know if I can say you’re ok.

I love you so much, Emmy. None of it matters. Not without you. So I’m giving it up because what’s it all for if it’s taken the love of my life away?

All of my love,

Your Danny

#call it what you want fic #ciwyw media

[chaoscrotchdemon]

Fuck you. A letter to my parents.

Why was I the problem? Why was I lesser than second best to you? Why was my little brother treated better than I ever was? What was the reason? Was it me being a girl? Cursed from the first breath to be second place in everything I have done, or will ever do. Would it have really been that hard to treat me as an equal? You of all people should know that favoritism can leave permanent damage, but - oh. Right. You don’t care. You never did. Because my little was your special little boy, who deserved to be put on a pedestal and treated like royalty. But he turned into a flaming dick because of it. Why was I treated like a servant for most of my life, while he got to do fuck all? Why did he get all the expensive gifts that were supposed to ‘be for both of us’? Because - and you’ve known about it - I never got to use any of it. Ever. Why was he allowed to go to friends houses when I couldn’t? Why was he allowed to go and work for Randy when I couldn’t even get my damn permit? But he got to make money, and he got to keep that money. You never made him pay for gas, or groceries, or snacks that weren’t for him. Why did I have to use my money from the only job I ever got to do all of that? And yet he got himself a VR headset, and this-that-and-the-other, and you never said a word to him about ’fiscal responsibility’, but I had to make sure to put my money away and save as much as possible. He made upwards of $300 (three-hundred dollars) every time Randy had a job. I mean him no disrespect, this isn’t about Uncle Randy. I just want to know why I get treated worse than dog shit, but he gets to do whatever he wants. You couldn’t even keep him grounded for more than two (2) weeks after he set off a smoke bomb on a school bus, but I get grounded for a year straight because I was talking to people you didn’t want me to, even though I had every right to do so. And —guess what— I’m better off now than I ever was. I don’t have to worry about what I did wrong, and be scared about forgetting things and being yelled at. I don’t have to come home with my stomach in knots, or feeling like I’m going to throw up because of something I either didn’t do because I didn’t know I had to, or something I did wrong that I didn’t know I did wrong. You never let me explain, and you spoke to me like I was some stupid toddler instead of having an adult conversation. And you wanna know why I think that is? I think it’s because of the fact that I don’t have a dick to measure, and that means that I’m mentally and physically inferior to you, and to Tucker. That I’m only worth what work I can do, and because I apparently couldn’t do any of that right, I’m not worth the time of day. I’m not good enough for you. How could I have ever been good enough when you both set the bar so high I could never even hope -let alone dream- of ever even coming close. And I get it, kind of. It’s just your sick, twisted way of showing that you care. But did you ever pause to consider how your words and your actions affected me? How what you did would make me feel? And let me tell you, I felt like shit. Worthless. Because how could some stupid child like me be anything close to your expectations? No need to answer that, I already know. I never could. And I think, in some small part of you, you enjoyed watching me suffer. Because now, someone else could finally understand how you feel. Yet, you never once asked me ‘how are you?’ sincerely. Never once asked how I felt about anything if it didn’t benefit you, or whatever project you had going on. Because, in the grand scheme of things, my feelings never mattered. I was some stupid kid, my feelings didn’t matter. I figured that out real quick, whenever you yelled at me for something small until I cried, and still didn’t stop. Whenever you thought I did something, and interrogated me about it until I fessed up, whether I actually did whatever it was or not. And then, you got even madder when you found out I didn’t do anything wrong, and I still got punished for lying.

#bad parenting #childhood #trauma #emotions

[swabian-princess]

Personal story time: how I learned the hard way to never mix business and private and why it is important to move in silence

Hey girlies,

I think we all know that feeling, something super exciting happend: you got an interview for the job you’ve wanted for ages or you think your boyfriend is going to propose soon.

Well, what’s your first instinct? Correct – tell the good news to the next best person you come around.

I get it, really, but that’s the worst thing you could do. I think many of you agree with me and think, okay – I am not gonna tell just anyone my business, I’ll just tell it my best friend!

F a l s e.

I just had to learn it the really hard way that you can’t trust anyone, not even your best friend.

I know this girl for almost three years – yeah, that’s not that long – but we’ve been inseperable since day one. She literally had her own room with her own bathroom in bfs and my apartment because we spent so much time together.

I was always there for her, after every messy breakup, after every fight with her other friends or her family. When money was tight for her I would always pay for her groceries and toiletries without wanting anything in return. She was like my sister and I really thought that she felt the same for me.

Long story short: I got her a job at my current place and soon after everything went downhill. As many of you know, I work in the medical field in Germany – which means that I work mostly with woman because not many men pursue this career here (besides from MDs ofc).

Slowly, she started to side with the other girls, against me. In the beginning it wasn’t that obvious but whenever some oft he girls had anything to say about me she wouldn’t even bat an eye and try to defend me. Mind you, that’s the girl that told me several times that loyalty means everything to her. I also stopped speaking to at least three people because she got beef with them.

The manager of us girls is a bitter jealous bitch and doesn’t like me because I basically have everything that she wants for herself, yes – she told me that herself and yes, I couldn’t believe my ears.

Anyway, my so called best friend has nothing better to do than to befriend this girl and to talk shit behind my back.

Honestly, I am very heartbroken because of this situation but I won’t beg for anyones friendship or attention.

Please, girls – don’t make the same mistake I did. If there is something on your mind, write it down first so it is out of your head.

You can tell everybody about it after you got your dreamjob and have the engagement ring on your finger!

Also, if you click with a person that already works at your workplace, that's fine - spend time outside of work together but never fucking ever get your other friends a job at your workplace.

I am really excited for the coming weeks and months tho, since I’m most likely gonna quit and either live my best life as a stay at home girlfriend or start over in an office.

Selene

#storytime with selene #hypergamy #high maintenance #hypergamous woman #leveled up mindset #leveling up journey #baby heaux #heaux #heaux tips #high maintenance heaux #hypergamous mindset #trophy heaux #trophy wives #happy sugar life #hypergamyblr #hyper feminine #hyperfemininity #life rant #spoiled heaux #spoiled gf #spoiled girl #spoiled girlfriend #tradwoman #tradwife #tradwives #leveling up tips #level up journey #leveling up

[redfish-blu]

What's your take on the zones' supply chain? Where do you think they get the soda and radios and whatnot?

I had to think about this one, but I think there’s a few answers for this that I believe can coexist. This ended up being quite long, so the full answer is under the cut!

My knee jerk answer for this is simply stealing. Killjoys raiding unsuspecting BL/ind patrols or convoys, breaking into the city itself, etc. Or just stealing from one another. Looting dead people, the works. And scoping out abandoned buildings for lingering technology. People have always lived out there, I doubt BL/ind went through every single house or structure looking for outdated inventions. Some people probably just had the shit laying around ya know?

Then I started thinking, if Killjoys have semi-regular access to basic necessities without all of them having to go grocery shopping in Battery City, then there must be some source of merchandise that isn’t based in the city limits. So there’s probably (maybe a handful) of factories in the zones themselves. I know there at least used to be facilities of this kind in the zones until the Analog wars, where some of them were destroyed as collateral. I think the remaining ones likely still exist and are probably operational. Just because it would be a really bad idea to have every single manufacturing plant in one place.

So my bet is that they’re somewhere in Zones 1 and 2. Maybe there's a couple still floating around even further out than that, who rely on train lines to import. As the Battery City area does lie within a hotspot of freight tracks, they’d have access to railways from basically every direction. So it isn’t out of the question that those transports and factories would get raided by rebels once and a while, who would pillage anything of use and then distribute it in the zones. Trains would most likely run exclusively at night with their lights off to combat attacks, but they’d still happen.

My last idea for this, which I’ve actually floated for quite a while, is that Battery City itself is giving the resources to the Killjoys. Hear me out.

Battery City is bent on controlling its people, to the point that they have and would go to any length to keep them in. Well, that means they have to be either too afraid or be convinced they’re too comfortable in the city to think about leaving. Why does BL/ind hype up the danger of the Killjoys so much? Because the threat of the terrorist Killjoys slinging rayguns and eating radiation for breakfast is what BL/ind wants its people to be scared of finding if they turn tail and run. BL/ind realized that if they parade themselves as the ultimate heroes in this “war” with the Killjoys, Battery City will fall to their whims.

But they can’t fight a war without the threat, and the threat is in ever-present danger of just starving out and dying without BL/ind even stepping in. So BL/ind goes under the table and sells some food and tech to someone who’ll pass it on and pay them back one day. Who? Well that can get interesting, so I’ll leave it to you.

They plant a few trucks full of shit for ‘Joys to find or raid, they send a doomed convoy of goods into the Zones knowing none of the crap they loaded it with will come back. But they don’t expect it to. With that, they plant those vending machines (we see in the music videos and comics) in some choice places, and a shit-load of Vend-a-Hacks. Just enough to keep people going, not enough to make them wonder if it’s not a coincidence that a truckload of canned food gets intercepted every few weeks.

So yeah! I definitely believe there’s options for the zones yet, without having to stretch to explain it all. Either way I don’t think anyone is starving per say. Maybe skipping a few meals. And the technology kind of comes with that. Plenty of Scarecrows to loot for radios anyways.

#danger days #danger days headcanons #battery city #killjoys #cas types #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #ttlofk #ttlotfk #asks

[tourmalineme]

5k Donut Break my Heart

Jiminpark Never felt anything like this! Japan is amazing J Glad to have @joonie by my side <3

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SmileHoya Got @suga and @seokjin78 to come down to the studio ;) i’m the GOD of persuasion ahah

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Pop!

The sound echoes through the empty shop, hitting every corner and coming back to Jungkook’s ears like a taunting haunt, a reminder that he’s been chewing on this bubblegum for so long it has become rubbery and tasteless, but he guesses that’s a pretty appropriate way to describe his mood right now.

Time doesn’t seem to go by any faster as he lazily scrolls down his instagram timeline for the bazillionth time this evening, which he would probably be yelled at for doing during the day shift, but since he’s the only one here at this time and the walls don’t talk, Jungkook is off the hook. 

God, I hope the walls don’t talk. He rolls his eyes before putting his phone down and flexing the muscles on his back, stretching out the effects of being in the same position for several hours.

He looks up slightly, cringing at how his reflexion looks on the refrigerator’s door, hair being squished down by the stupid pink cap he has to wear, oily bangs sticking uncomfortably to his forehead. 

He’s about to take the hat off to fix the mess sitting at the top of his head, or what Jungkook would better consider a fucking raccoon, because at this point it smells just as bad as it looks, the hours spent in the kitchen having made the fried donut oil smell linger between the strands, bothering his sensitive nose and making his late night snack threaten to come back where it came from, when he shrugs and slumps back down on the kitchen wall. 

What’s a little more water thrown into the fact of a man standing in the rain, huh? 

Here, ladies, gentlemen and non-binary folks, is what you call the Third Level of Nightshift Jungkook, The Unbothered Jungkook, three hundred fire trucks could go by and another thousand run him over, at this time of the evening, the boy would not care.

So if he’s still obligated to stay for the rest of his shift and not immediately go home, shower and take this fucking smell off him, it’s safe to say he’ll complain all the way through it.

The moment the bell sound rings through the store, signaling someone’s just opened the front door, Jungkook’s completely enraptured in a twitter thread that describes in detail each cheating Justin Bieber has ever done to Selena Gomez and, oh god, does the boy know he’s reached the Fourth and Final Nightshift Jungkook Level, the guy who once read the entire bee movie script and then recited it, in both trot and shakesperian style, all to not have his grave say 

Jeon Jungkook, 1997 - 2019

Gone too soon, ‘cos he died of boredom.

The thing is: No one comes during the night. He’s had many arguments about this with his manager, fucking Sean, how no one ever comes and the company is wasting money and resources by keeping the shop open at a time where literally no one wants to buy a dumb donut. 

Clubs? Absolutely can be open at the night. Bars? Hell yeah. Pharmacies? Always necessary. Supermakets? Everyone needs a good groceries run at midnight sometimes.

But a donut shop? Not to mention opening only during the day would allow Jungkook to get the good work hours and the decent sleep schedule he’s been dying for. 

And if someone comes, it’s either a creep, a beggar or someone running from the police that needs a place to hide for a few minutes. Most times, the three figures combine into one and while Jungkook gets the shop’s broom to kick out the creeps and the low-level criminals, no one needs to know he might have let two or three homeless people sleep on the cushions for a couple of hours during the cold nights, especially not Sean and his fucking obsession with company policy or what the fuck ever.

Let’s just say Jungkook doesn’t pay much mind to the ringing bell, still thoroughly entertained by the tweets because, oh my fuck, Justin Bieber is a hoe.

The poor boy isn’t even allowed the simple, most futile and void pleasures of life like gossipping, it seems, because the next second a deep voice resonates from behind Jungkook, in the service area. 

“Hey? Hi? Someone out here? I’d like to order something.”

A beat of silence passes. Jungkook closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, putting his phone down gently next to him.

“Hello?”

Jungkook grunts before rolling himself out of the kitchen, looking down as he makes his way to the cashier. He dumps the bubblegum-turned-probably-plastic unceremoniously in the nearest trash can and sighs deeply as he initiates the compute.

“Goodnight, what can I get you on this dainty day?” He drawls lazily while not even meeting eyes with the person, probably not great customer service but Fourth Level Jungkook absolutely doesn’t give a-

Work policy is a bitch.

He assumes by the voice it’s a guy, which he’ll surely reprimand himself later for, but being politically correct is something for a post-nap and stomach-full Jungkook, right now it could be a merfolk talking to him and he probably wouldn’t notice. 

However, by the sake of getting this whole ordeal done and over quickly so he can back to memorizing each model on Selena Gomez’s hit list, he looks up, accidentally meeting eyes with the stranger.

It is a dude. And he’s staring wide eyed, hard at Jungkook. That startles the boy, considering the redness of the customer’s eyes makes him look dazed and sort of demon-like, in Jungkook’s opinion. 

He’s high but maybe a creep too, huh. Don’t get a lot of that combo in a while. Jungkook scoffs unashamedly, because who has time for shame at three in the morning, and the guy seems to get the hint and takes his eyes elsewhere. 

The man whips his head to the menu flashing above them. “Uh- So yeah, what- what’s good here, man? I really have no preference- I mean, what kind of dickhead has a preference on donuts, you know? They’re just donuts, but I guess the topping really matters if you have allergies or something. Imagine someone would eat and then have allergies, be all bloated and shit- “

“Sir.” Jungkook interrupts his weird monologue. “What can I get you?”

The client looks at him like there’s three of Jungkook standing there in the obnoxiously pink polo shirt this stupid place makes him wear, mouth open and eyebrows furrowed, as if he’s just discovered something.

“You’re cute.” is what comes next.

To be frank, Jungkook’s a bit shocked. “Pardon me?” The guy smiles weirdly, only one side of his mouth curving up as he leans both elbows on the white counter, getting closer to where Jungkook is. “Pardon me?” (Wait who says that?) 

“I said, You’re cute. Oh, do you have trouble listening?” He points to his own ears before loudly speaking. “HELLO. I SAID, LIKE BEFORE I MEAN, THAT I THINK YOU ARE CUTE. CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?”

“I can hear you just fine, sir.” Ever the robotic professional, even at 3 in the morning to a stoned guy, Jungkook feels his will to live start to fade away. “I’d just like to know what you’re going to order.”

The man supports his head on the arms in the counter, looking up at Jungkook with wide eyes and that weird half-smile. “Your pick, cutie. Just get me like five, yeah? Kinda hungry, to be honest.”

Jungkook scoffs, it’s really not the first time to be hit on at work, but maybe it is the first time for the person to do it at this time and be as intoxicated as this. “Alright then,” He types in the order number and the code before confirming the purchase. “It’ll be five chocolate cake donut with rainbow sprinkles coming right up, sir.” He turns back to the customer. “That gives your total of 10 dollars.”

“Woah, hold up. Did you just have that memorized?” He gapes, his head already reaching half his arm.

Jungkook needs to scratch his head and throws his bubblegum out before actually responding. “Yeah, I work here. It’s expected of us.” God, this is giving him a headache. “Would you like to pay up in cash, debit or credit card? We are not accepting checks right now, but sometime next week we maybe-”

“Go out with me.” The client says, having switched to lean on his other arm while Jungkook was speaking.

The robotic cashier persona drops and Jungkook splutters. “Why? Why would I even? I mean, no.” He shakes his head repeatedly, right knee jerking with it.

“Hm. Because you’re cute. And smart. “ He stands upright, surprising Jungkook. “Memorized all the donuts and their prices, that’s some smart shit right there. And because you’re cute.” He reaches into his pocket, pulling a 20 dollar bill out to slip it across the counter, in Jungkook’s direction. “Wait, have I already said that? I can’t remember.”

He’s looking deep into Jungkook’s eyes as the boy reaches for the money. “God, am I really that high I’m just imagining you exist?” As Jungkook’s grabs the money, the man pulls it back, making Jungkook gasp and go forward. “Go out with me.”

Jungkook grabs the money hard and pulls. “No.” He opens up the cash drawer and deposits the money before taking out a 10 dollar bill. “Here you go, sir.”

The man giggles and his smile is boxy and beautiful, pink lips stretched around white teeth. “Sir? You make me feel like I’m 56, cutie.” His eyes go wide. “Which I’m not! Okay? Is this why you refused me? Because I mean..” He scoffs playfully and gestures to his own body. “Who would refuse this, amirite?”

Jungkook cringes before handing him the 10 dollar bill. “Your five chocolate cake donuts with rainbow sprinkles will be right over, sir.” He walks to the freezer where they keep the pre-made dough, grabbing five of them, and puts on his gloves.

“What’s my final answer, then?” Jungkook can tell he moved by where his voice is coming from. If 1 year and 8 months working in this hell hole was useful in anyway, he guesses the client is sitting at one of the counter stools, spinning on it, by the annoying sound it makes because of the loose screw he keeps telling management to fucking fix.

“I believe my mother used to tell me ‘No means no’.” Jungkook puts the dough in the fryer basket, before dipping it into the oil. The stool sound stops.

“Oh my god. I’m not- I mean- I never meant to-“ The man struggles and Jungkook feels an odd urge to laugh about it. “Listen, I’m all about consent, okay? I know no is no, I get when people are uncomfortable. I’m all up for that Me Too thing, you know, I’m on women’s side- erm..not only women I mean, every genders side! Gender side is the side I’m on, I mean I’m a feminist! I promise.” 

Jungkook can’t help but chuckle, feeling the ranting guy’s eyes burn at the back of his shaking shoulders, while he keeps an eye to not get actually burnt on the hot frying oil.

 “I don’t mean to sound like- like a creep or anything, I just think you’re like so so so so so so-“ Jungkook starts giggling, a little laugh slipping out. “Uh, god. I’m embarrassing myself. What are you doing, Taehyung? Pull yourself together, dude. Uh, what was I saying? Oh, yeah. You’re like really cute so I think we should go out because I’m also really cute, so that’s why I’m insisting it. But if you think I’m a creep, just tell me to fuck off and I will, alright?”

Taehyung. It sounds nice, Jungkook thinks, as he gets the fried doughs out of the basket and sets them out to dry.

Taking a deep breath, he speaks. “I’m not gonna tell you to fuck off and I don’t think you’re a creep.” He grabs a knife and slices through each dough. “I’m telling you no, because it’s three am and you’re high as hell.” He plops a big chunk of chocolate filling in each of the doughs, spreading it on top of the part he’s just sliced.

“So?” Taehyung scoffs. “That’s no big deal.”

Jungkook closes both halves of each dough, grabbing the melted chocolate before pouring it all over them. “Maybe.” He grabs the rainbow sprinkles, sprinkling them. “But the big deal is, you’re not gonna remember any of this tomorrow. Not asking me out,” He puts them on a tray, leading them to the freezer. “Certainly not my face.” He turns back to Taehyung.

“I could never forget a face like yours, cutie.” He’s leaning his elbows on the counters again, head supported by both his hands, eyes sparkling. Jungkook cringes. Again. 

“Alright, then.” He searches under the counter for a paper pack for five, finding it on the corner of the shelf before putting it on the counter. He sighs tiredly and begins to set it up.

“So you’ll go on a date with me?” Taehyung perks up.

Jungkook smiles a little after he’s done and walks away to get the donuts from the refrigerator. “That’s not what I said.”

“Then let’s make a deal.” The man has a dead serious face on when Jungkook returns.

It makes him want to laugh again. “A deal, huh?”

“Yeah. If I come here tomorrow, sober, day time, sun’s shining and everything, and I remember you and your face, will you go out with me?” Jungkook puts the donuts in the pack, putting it inside a paper bag.

“Maybe.” Jungkook walks over to the cashier and grabs his receipt.

“Only maybe?” Taehyung follows him as he walks, now, each from opposite sides of the counter and it’s ridiculous if someone was to look from the outside.

He sighs and smiles at the absurdity of it all. Grabbing the paper bag and the receipt, he offers it towards Taehyung. “It’s a Wednesday, I don’t work today’s daytime and tomorrow’s my day off. On Fridays, I work nights again and the restaurant is closed on weekends. I only work day shifts on Mondays and Tuesdays.”

Taehyung does his weird half smile again and gets the paper bag and receipt. “Did you write your number on the receipt, too?”

“No.” Jungkook takes his gloves off. “That would help you remember.” He throws them on the trash and crosses his arms, looking back into those reddened eyes. “That’s not fair, is it?”

“Well, I, for one, think the world’s completely unfair.” Taehyung tries.

“Have a dainty day, sir.” Is all Jungkook replies, before moving back to the kitchen.

“I’ll come back!” Taehyung calls after him.

Jungkook yells “I’m sure you will.”

He hides behind the kitchen’s wall again, more animatedly than the last time he stood there. He hears the front door bell ring and can’t help but smile, grabbing his phone to check the time.

03:59 AM

So, another hour.

Slumping down at the wall again, Jungkook smiles as he thinks. I’ll be fine.

***

His cheeks are cold where they meet the pearly white counter, polished for a whole twenty minutes so Jungkook wouldn’t hear another “This is not Dainty Donut policy, Junglebooks. We need you to be better than this.” from his manager when he was clocking out last wednesday.

Well, I leave one spot on the counter and it’s the end of the world, but he knows my name and yet he still-

Jungkook huffs, borderline whiny. He’s sat at the service area this time, cap discarded somewhere on the counter, phone in hand again, playing one of the many games he’s had to download on his phone simply to not die from boredom in this place.

He doesn’t even know why the shop is open at this time, no one comes to get a donut at three in the morning. It would be so much easier for Jungkook to get all his shifts to be during the day, so he wouldn’t be downing two coffees every morning as if he needs it to breathe.

 No one. Except maybe cute boys high on most likely weed, Jungkook’s brain helpfully supplies.

It’s not that he spent hours wondering whether or not Taehyung would actually be back, the whole thing too amusing to be considered an actual occurrence. He told Hoseok about it in the morning, after he had regained all his brain functions in a 30-minute nap, and they both laughed about it, no big deal.

Still.

Moments like this, where the only thing he can hear is the wind making the glass door flutter and the menu panel lights flicker, gets Jungkook thinking. Who even was that guy? Taehyung. A name and a face that Jungkook fails to easily forget, nagging and even a little taunting to him. They make their way into the front of Jungkook’s brain the moment he doesn’t have anything else to think about, and he finds himself doing nothing to push them away.

That’s the thing, isn’t it? Jungkook’s an easily intrigued person. He’s fascinated with just about anything, from flowers, dance moves, buildings, landscapes, to pink lips, red eyes and a killer smile. He doesn’t just meet, doesn’t just let go, he has to keep thinking about it, every step of their interaction, how Taehyung rambled and mixed up words, how he had trouble keeping his head up, how shameless he was in asking Jungkook out.

There’s no hope, the boy swears to himself, no expectations. It’s just intriguing, a random appearance in his life, an open door, that makes him wonder. Will he see him again? Will they never see each other again? What’s his full name? How old is he?

You’re a creep, Jeon Jungkook.

He isn’t, he’s just curious. Curious and thinking.

He likes to do this, from time to time, appreciate life. He may never see Taehyung again, but they’ll always have interacted, even if they both die tomorrow in a terrible accident; their paths have been crossed and their timelines, tangled. It’s the uncertainty that most people fear and panic over that Jungkook likes, he finds it rather thrilling.

In 50 years, maybe, he’ll have forgotten about all of this. Taehyung, his red eyes, his black hair and slurred speech. He’ll have forgotten about this place, his horrid uniform, about the screech the stool’s loose screws make. Maybe he’ll be dead, who knows. But this will always have happened, he’ll always have worked in Dainty Donuts for almost two years, always have met, flirted, with the stoned costumer who came to get donuts at 2AM and let him choose. If he hadn’t done all of this, maybe his future would have been different.

Or maybe it wouldn’t, he’ll never know.

Jungkook giggles. That’s the fun part.

He’s spiraling, he thinks, having been on your phone for most of the past five hours was bound to cause that effect and at this point, he can barely concentrate in matching the three candies he needs to finish this Candy Crush level. To support his statement, he thinks he just imagines the front door open, bell ringing loudly in the annoying silence, because there is  no way in hell.

The sounds of footsteps and laughter snap him out of it, and the crippling cold feeling of professionalism runs through his veins, making him straighten up and grab the pink cap, hurriedly adjusting it over his head. He stands expectant, back tense and ears alert, just as he was trained to do.

A familiar voice flits through the door and holy fucking hell if it doesn’t at least incite a small surprised smile from Jungkook, who makes sure that’s nowhere to be seen when the voice gets closer and closer.

“And then I said, ‘Well, what more do you expect from me?’ and she-” He wheezes out. “She didn’t reply! Because she’s a plant and plants don’t speak!” Laughter, loud and clear, fills the place, breaking the natural silence. 

It’s him. It’s Taehyung. Laughing.

“I would’ve never pictured you as someone who talks to plants.”

He’s not alone.

The two figures approach the counter, attached by the hip, literally, hands on waists and Jungkook can see it all so clearly. As they get closer, he can see Taehyung and all his strong neck and jaw glory, his eyes are red and unfocused, body lazy and completely dependent on the person next to him to remain standing.

Funnily enough, it’s the man supporting him that looks at Jungkook first, probably ready to order, so the employee is quick to play his part.

“What can I get you on this dainty day?” The man’s eyes are red too, like Taehyung’s, crinkling up as he bursts into laughter.

“‘Dainty day’? Is that what they’ve got you guys saying now?” He laughs and Jungkook clears his throat uncomfortably. Taehyung hasn’t said a word, mind probably too enticed fogged up, unfocused because of all the smoke he’d inhaled. “I’ll have something with caramel in it, yeah? Get me those packs with like six of them.”

Jungkook’s lower back hurts, the side of his head already aching. “Would your friend like anything too, sir?” He looks up, only to meet eyes with a smiling Taehyung.

It’s a mix of a smirk and his typical half-smile, but that’s not what bothers the boy behind the counter, but the glint of recognition that sparkles in his intoxicated eyes does. He frees himself from the other man’s grip, stretching an arm on the counter, in Jungkook’s direction.

“Don’t you remember me, cutie? I sure do remember you. How could I not?” He smiles but can barely hold himself up so reluctantly sits at one of the stools. “I told you I’d be back. Told you so.”

“Is this why you wanted to come here so badly? To flirt with the donut place guy?” The other man also sits down, probably afraid Taehyung will fall if he’s not supported somehow. “How haven’t you mentioned this before?”

Taehyung’s eyes never leave Jungkook, who stands with clasped waiting hands on the top of his belly. “Hm. He doesn’t remember my cutie, which is a pity, really, look how cute he is.”

“He? Who doesn’t remember him?” The man voices every Jungkook’s exact thought bouncing on and off in his brain and he’s glad for it. Taehyung dismisses his questions with a wave of long delicate fingers like it’s the stupidest thing he’s ever heard.

“Him, you know.” He makes a gagging sound. “Sober Taehyung. Ever the bore, isn’t he? I think so.” He rips his gaze from Jungkook to glare at his friend. “By the way, how don’t you get tired of him? You’re truly an angel, Jimin.”

Taehyung’s friend rolls his eyes. “Here you go. You do know ‘Sober’ Taehyung is still you, right?” They have completely forgotten Jungkook is here it seems, whose lower back hurts from his discomfort, his fingers squeezing each other so hard he’s sure they’re white by now. “And I would never get tired of you, dickhead.”

If there’s anything he cannot get over after all this time working in the dessert parlour, it’s being ignored. The invisibility, the submission this job requires him to have is incredibly crushing, the mentality that ‘the costumer is always right’ goes against all his morals, makes his skin itch.

So he speaks up, moodily. “Is there anything you would like to add or can I get you your check?”

Two heads snap in his direction. So they really did forget he was there, Jungkook thinks. He defiantly holds his head up, arms crossed and posture tense, waiting anxiously for something, anything.

“I’ll have whatever you picked for me last time, cutie.” Taehyung calmly speaks, as if he’s soothing an angry animal. “It was a good choice.”

Jungkook huffs and it’s silent now, fingers heavily pressing the keys to log the order in resounding louder than how it is supposed to. His knee jerks anxiously while they wait for the receipt to print, both guys having gotten their heads closer, whispering to each other.

He holds the printed receipt out for Jimin, the closest to him to take, but his eyes meet Taehyung’s. “Your total is 12.95 dollars, would you like to pay up in cash, debit or credit card? We are not accepting checks right now, but sometime next week we maybe be able to do that.” Taehyung’s head cocks, a ghost of a smile plays in his lips.

“Cash.” It’s Jimin, as Jungkook’s learned, who answers.

He pays, too, for both of them and Jungkook wonders if he made the wrong assumption that they are just friends. He takes the money, giving back his change and the receipt. “A pack of caramel glazed donuts, coming right up.”

When he walks away, Jungkook feels out of breath. He starts to make the donuts automatically, hands used to the motions but his ears are alert, straining to hear the conversation between the two men behind him. A couple minutes later, as he pours caramel, he catches something.

“Wait for me outside, ok buddy? I’ll get our food and then we can get going.” It’s Taehyung.

Taehyung’s just asked his friend to leave, to wait outside, so he and Jungkook would be alone. If the worker’s hands shakes and his heart drops to his stomach, well, that’sonly for him to know.

He turns around when the bell rings, setting the tray on the counter and ducking to find a pack, and then, a wave of Déjà vu washes over him. He’s here again, this late at night, packing donuts for Taehyung, who sits in the exact same place as last time.

He stands straight again, but doesn’t dare to look up and meet those sultry eyes, I can’t, not this up close, Jungkook decides. Instead, he focuses on his job, making sure everything is secure and ready to be delivered, when a sudden warm hand suddenly falls over his, fingers delicate and beautiful.

“I told you I’d come back and I did. I suppose you owe me a date now.” Has his voice gotten even deeper? Jungkook can’t tell, can’t breathe, it’s 3 in the morning and he feels absolutely exhilarated.

He takes a deep breath, never looking up. “I told you to come sober, you came high again.” He’s done packing so he just presses his palms in the cold surface and the contrast with the warmth of Taehyung’s hand almost makes him shiver. “I think you promised something about daylight, too.”

“Got some memory in you, huh?” The hand is gone and Jungkook suppresses the urge to show he misses it immediately. “Shame Sober Taehyung doesn’t, he’s a real dumbass.”

Jungkook frowns at the white counter, but the man doesn’t stop talking. “I’m glad he can’t remember you, you’d be disappointed. He doesn’t know how to handle you.” He speaks confidently.

The employee’s eyes snap up to his. “Why do you do that?” He lets out a breath. “Talk about yourself in the third person, like you become someone else when you’re high.”

Taehyung only smiles, lazy and satisfied. “I like to think so.” Then, he repeats. “Go out with me.”

“Why do you feel that way?” Jungkook ignores him. “What makes you different from him?” What do you want to hide when you smoke? He wants to ask.

“You’re curious?” He sits straight, broad shoulders giving him a serious poise. “Go out with me to find out.”

Jungkook doesn’t miss a beat, he’s getting aggravated. “You sure were chatty the other night, what changed?”

Taehyung sighs. “Listen, I-“

He doesn’t give the customer the chance. “And who would I even go out with? You? Him?” He’s past aggravated now. “Quite frankly, you don’t even know my name. More than that, you don’t know anything about me.” Please want to. The neglected voice in his head says. “So go find another person to toy with at this ungodly time just because you’re bored, please.”

Silence.

I can’t be here. Jungkook makes to leave, maybe he’ll hide in the kitchen again, or wait for the man to leave so he can close the shop.

All his plans are ruined by the warm fingers curling around his arm.

He reluctantly turns back to Taehyung. “I know your name, Jungkook.” His eyes are calm, sincere, less red. “I’m sorry I made you feel like you were toyed with.” He doesn’t let go of his arm, just rests his own elbow on the white surface, the only thing separating them. “I guess I’m not that different from Sober Taehyung after all.”

Jungkook sucks in a harsh breath. He feels like he’s been standing there just breathing for at least half an hour, even if he knows it’s only a couple of minutes. 

“How do you know my name?.”

“Oh sweetheart,” Taehyung’s eyes overflow with something that can only be named as fondness. “It’s on your name tag.”

Stupid, idiot, fool. Jungkook calls himself all those things when he looks down and sees that, yes, he’s wearing a tag with his name on it. Not much left to do, he sighs.

“The deal is the same.”

Taehyung’s eyes go wide. “What?”

“The deal.” Jungkook’s eyes are almost shy in looking at the man still holding his arm. “Come here sober, during the day, and I might consider going out with you.”

There’s a determination in the other’s eyes he hasn’t seen before. “I will make sure he remembers you, I’ll set up notes, alarms, reminders, anything. He’s gonna have to come here.”

The hand on his arm trails down, reaching and caressing his hand. “You’re more than something to toy with, Jungkook.” His hand is so warm. Jungkook is feeling a bit dizzy if he’s honest. “Doesn’t matter how, where or when we met, you’re not a toy. And I’m gonna come back for you.”

It feels like a promise, but it shouldn’t. Because they are strangers, two people who should mean nothing to each other, should never even look twice the other’s way and most certainly not promise anything. Because Jungkook’s still wearing that horrid uniform, disgusting khaki pants and he’s sure he looks anything but cute.

Still, he says. “Okay.” Then nods frantically. “I’ll be waiting.”

They exchange one last look and Jungkook pulls back first, carefully. Taehyung eventually hops off the stool, grabs the donut bag and heading out, bell ringing when he opens the glass door. Meanwhile, the employee makes his way into the kitchen, walking backwards quietly, watching the other leave.

Before the door closes, he thinks he hears:

“Hi, buddy. I’m gonna need you to remind me of something tomorrow.”

***

The next time Jungkook has to work, his hands aren’t as carefree to go through every single feature available on his phone in a pitiful attempt to get through his work hours faster. 

Now, sweat drips from his hairline, a drop of sweat falling on his lashes and making him blink repeatedly while trying to make his way out of the kitchen. Unfortunately, Jungkook’s never been a guy to succeed in his tries.

“Watch where you’re going, Junglebooks!” Jungkook bumps into his supervisor 

#bts fanfic #taekook

[mathsbian]

Are you buying gifts for a disabled friend? Not sure what might be a good gift? Here’s some thoughts to help you figure it out:

Do they have an income/are they financially stable? If not, ask them if there is a purchase they have been putting off due to expense, and would make their life easier to have. I asked my mom for an electric razor and a water flosser for Christmas a few years ago because I struggle to keep up with shaving my legs (something I need to do for sensory reasons) and with the motivation to floss. Both of these items made my personal hygiene routines much easier to do so I could do them more often. My partner’s mother bought us a robot vacuum at a big discount on Black Friday that same year, and it’s made keeping the house clean a lot easier for me. This would also be a good way to find out about any assistive devices they’re interested in getting, but worried about wasting their money on it if it turns out not as useful as they thought!

Are they able to cook or do they have a reliable way to get food (either a meal delivery service or living with someone who cooks for them)? If not, consider gift cards for restaurants and fast food places, or gift cards for food delivery services. I rely on my partner for meals, but they also have chronic pain (they just aren’t as bad off as I am currently and are still able to work and do a lot compared to me) and sometimes they don’t have the energy to cook either. On those days, it’s really convenient to have some funds for food so we can go to a drive-thru or order a pizza or Chinese take-out or something. But with how tight our finances are, sometimes we can’t afford to do that and my partner had to figure out something else to do for dinner (it usually ends up being cereal on those nights). My parents also sometimes give me gift cards to restaurants I would otherwise not be able to afford to eat at, allowing me to treat myself and my partner to nice meal around my birthday or their birthday or the holidays that my partner doesn’t have to cook.

As an alternative to giving gift cards for food, you can also give meals you’ve made that they can reheat, as long as you check about any dietary concerns before making them a dish.

Are they able to do housework? If not, offer to come help them get their house clean, or offer to pay for a one-time cleaning service to stop by. Especially if they’ve been struggling to get their house clean for a while, they might feel overwhelmed by the amount of work that needs done. A helping hand or a service coming in and cleaning up the whole house on their behalf could be a huge help, both for their physical health and peace of mind.

Are they able to drive themself to places they need to go? If not, offer to be a ride to their next doctor’s appointment, or give them a gift card for a rideshare service like Uber or Lyft. Especially in the US, where public transit is a nightmare.

And back to their financial situation: when was the last time they bought themselves something fun? I can’t justify spending money on new games or new books or anything like that. My budget is way too tight. So it’s always nice when someone gets me a Steam giftcard or buys me a game or book or something that I’ve been wanting and just. Could not justify buying no matter how inexpensive it was. For example, I can’t play games at my computer very often anymore. I can’t sit at a desk that long. I originally bought Stardew Valley on Steam back when I had a laptop and could play it while laying in bed or chilling on the couch. But I don’t have a laptop anymore and when I have the ability to sit at my desk I’m usually wanting to play something a bit more intensive than Stardew Valley. Ever since it was released on the Switch I’ve been wanting it for my Switch. It was only $15 but I just could not justify spending that when I’m always needing money for food or groceries or bills. My roommate bought it for me as an early birthday gift back in January, so now I can play Stardew Valley wherever I want again. I’m not going to be stuck with shitty phone games anymore. It was so nice of him to do!

Other ideas:

If they don’t have much of a support system, and you’re close with them, ask if they need support self-advocating with any of their doctors and offer to attend their next appointment with them. Don’t be offended if they turn you down, obviously doctor’s appointments are stressful and can be invasive and they might not want you aware of all the various issues they’re dealing with medically. But they might really appreciate someone going with them and backing them up if they’re struggling to get their doctor(s) to listen to them.

If they spend a lot of time at home alone, offer to set up a regular visit time! It doesn’t have to be every week or anything that’s too often for you to handle, but any amount of time spent with friends is much better than spending that time feeling lonely some more. In this case, try to also make an effort to include them in plans with other friends. Even if they end up not being able to leave the house that day, it’s nice to feel like your friends want to spend time with you and miss you when you’re gone.

Ask if they need assistance applying for aid of any kind. The SSDI application takes a lot of effort to complete, and if they struggle to concentrate or have hand pain it can be a real challenge getting all of the forms filled out. Maybe they need help finding a lawyer to represent them while they apply. Maybe they need help setting up an ABLE account or getting on Food Stamps or Medicare/Medicaid. Again, they might refuse the offer as a lot of this information can be very private, but I know I definitely appreciate any help my partner can offer in getting these more tedious steps of the process done, thanks to my intense brain fog.

If anyone else has other thoughts about ways to figure out good gifts for disabled friends, feel free to add them!

(This was based on my own experience as a disabled person, who greatly enjoys giving the most perfect gifts to other people. I know love languages are an over-simplified way of looking at personal needs satisfaction, but gifts is genuinely, by far, my biggest love language.)

#disabilties #chronic illness #disabled things #disability acceptance #gift-giving #love langauges #my post #this has been sitting in my drafts since January oof

[angel-shaw]

OKAY SO I LIED

Angel is up first 💖 Cuz I said so >:)

These are my headcanons/OC’s for the Redacted ASMR listeners (Warning there is a lot, I tried to dumb it down a bit but still lol)

Angle <3

Name: Leo Evans Gender: gender fluid(bio fem) Pronouns: he/she/they depending on their mood

If they ever have kids Angle would be happy to have their kid(s) to call them mom. They see it as a title rather than a gendered term. I think rather than Mrs. or Mr. they would use Mx. :)

Angle is the oldest out of 4 kids. They have 2 young brothers and 1 younger sister.

Angle helped raise their siblings because their parents worked a lot. Leading them to resort to quick and easy, cheep meals to feed them and their siblings. They started working when they where 13 by just mowing grass in the summer/spring/fall gardening whenever they could and shoveling driveways in the winter. Their siblings would pitch in and they made it into a game.

They learned not to relay on their parents promises to hang out or spend quality time with any of their siblings because they 99% of the time they got called in or had an emergency. So they spent a lot of time trying to make it up to their siblings, making it a point to never lie to them or brake their promises to them.

They never hated their parents because they loved them they where just busy working to get bills payed and get food on the table. Angle wanted to take some stress off of their parents so they asked them to teach them to do taxes and stuff so they could do it well they finally either spent sometime with their siblings or slept. They also started shopping for groceries and clothes for them and their siblings.

They had a relatively small budget for food and stuff so they got a lot of cheap stuff and relied heavily on the food they got from the school. Saving up any left overs for new clothes or some presents for their siblings.

Well they only got very little for any Hollidays they wanted to make each one special for the others. That’s when they got into decorating and stuff.

They tried to never shoplift but their younger brother (who is the second oldest) would take hygiene products, as he noticed they were getting low so his sibling wouldn’t have to worry about management into the budget. They didn’t realize this until later on (adults) because they were too focused on everything else.

They tried to keep up with school and their homework but found it hard in between taking care of and helping their siblings. They where unfortunate in the teachers department for a wile so they got more stressed by that. “You can’t just not do your homework! It’s important and you will fail without it!” “Sr. all due respect I’m trying I help my siblings with theirs and-“ “Do it well they are sleeping! You need to get it done period! The next time you don’t turn in your homework when it’s due its detention Evans!” Also stuff like “You have free time. You need to use that to study and do your work. Your just being lazy.” So they always felt a need to work themselves to the point of exhaustion. (Their siblings tried the best they could to help but they where also just kids)

They considered dropping out to get a job but their brother (3rd oldest) helped them out.

Once they graduated they got a full time job.They worked at an office job where they handled financial stuff at first. They moved out to their own apartment but made sure to stop by and help out their siblings with anything they needed. Especially when they where sick.

Their apartment was all most always messy and they never eat anything other than cheap stuff or things from their friends. The oldest brother learned how to cook decent meals and their parents job raises so they could afforded some better things. They stoped by for food a lot because they where invited. Their siblings helped them clean their apartment a few different times and never judged them for it.

They had two really close friends in high school that also helped them out. They understood that they had problems with control and stuff so they always listened and didn’t get upset at any fits they had.( got some real one 🙏)

They have a few different ex’s Michael is one obviously. They had an ex-named John, Ethan, and Justin. Those are the ones that lasted longer than 2 months, they had others but their siblings always cut them off quick(and for good reason) 

They started dating Justin is high school and he used them for their body which made their gender dysphoria extremely bad. They had it before, but were still coming to terms with it. He wrecked their self-confidence and it took them a wile to fix it. He cheated on them with a girl in their Science class. That was the final straw for their sister and she made them brake up with the dushbag. They dated for almost a year.

Them came Ethan who love bomed them. This was after he found out Justin had cheated on them and said his girlfriend cheated on him and was abusive as well.(he was lying). Whenever he wanted something and he didn’t get his way he started saying that they where started to act like his ex. They dated for 6 mouths before he slipped up and said it in front of their siblings and got kicked out real quick.

They hadn’t dated in a few years and met John after they moved out. They met him at work and they hit it off. It went well for a while till one day he come home (their apartment they where letting him stay in FOR FREE) drunk for the 3rd and started yelling and throwing things. They left the apartment and walked to their parents house to cry in their siblings arms (poor baby) They went back in the morning with their their brother(the older one) and he was still their, still drunk. They had amused he would be passed out but nooo of course he wasn’t. Which is why their brother instead to walk them home. He put himself between them and ended up getting hit in the face with a bottle. They snapped and knocked him out (work it bitch) . They checked on their brother and called the police,after explaining what happened they where just told to be more careful and to next time call the police when the throwing started so it could get stoped before it got worse than it was. Safe to say that he was not welcome back and they broke up. Sadly he didn’t want to let them go and started begging for them to take him back. They went to HR. But they where useless so they quit and changed jobs. They changed the locks on their apartment and their friend stayed over for awhile. (15 months)

Said friend was Michael who they had met though their other friend. He offered to stay over and help them out for a wile. He slept on the couch for the first few weeks. He helped them get their mental state to a better place and respected it when they came out to him. That’s when they started dateing. He put his arms on their shoulders and told them he cared for them and that they didn’t have to worry anymore. They asked if they could kiss him and he said yes. It evolved from there and they where together for almost 1 and a half years. They had a really heathy relationship and ended up adopting their cat Sweetie when her mom got hit by a car and was left calling out for her mom. Michael had a huge sweet spots for cats, and of course they did to. Sweetie obviously favored Michael, of course she loved them too but she always came when michael called. They broke up on decent terms.(Fell out of love and he wanted to figure himself out.) It still hurt but it wasn’t anything like their other relationships. They had gotten an apartment together so he helped them find a new and in a safe area (away from their ex who still tried to win they back sometimes) They left Sweetie with him when they moved out. They talked on occasion about the cat but both agreed they should probably keep their distance.

The day they met David they walked into a home where store cuz they needed ✨light bulbs✨ and that’s when they saw David. They thought he was cute and grabbed what they needed (+ a little eye candy) and head for the self checkout. They put the bag in their car and went across town to get gas cuz it was ✨cheaper✨ as they where filling their tank they where watching YouTube and an add popped up for a game they had been wanting in a store right across the street. Of course they went to go check it out. They walked in and started looking for it. They noticed David again when they went to check out (they had gotten the game and a new cover for their switch cuz it had Link on it). They knew they saw in at the hardware store and still thought he was cute. But of course a few warnings went off because they where raised to be careful and they raised their siblings that way to. They where going to go home but they started to feel hungry and remembered about the fast food joint relatively close to their apartment and decided to go their for lunch. Then BOOM 💥 A wild David appeared! They said fuck it and made a move. You know where it went from their.

They told David a lot about their childhood but left out a lot of the sad stuff because they still where early in the relationship and they didn’t want to overwhelm him. ( cough cough-you can blame a certain ex for that) of course they told him about their cat and Michael. They mentioned they had other exes to but tried not going into a lot of detail. Of course David found out eventually. (Later on I think.) When John saw them with David outside and he ran up to them smothering them. Of course they tried to push him off, panicking, and David very quickly stepped in and pulled him off of them. Their ex tried to say they where his and David almost growled at him. Once they got away from the bitch David was going to ask who the hell he was but saw that his Angle was close to tears and shaking. He took them home and they told him what happened between them. Of course he was concerned and asked why they hadn’t told him. (He was calm here and wasn’t upset like the jealousy video) (that video made me cry by the way.) They told him they thought he stoped and they just wanted to forget about him. David understand and comforted them. (I WANT HIM OMG T^T)

So I have seen a lot of the Pups AU and I am engulfed by it. So for a little bit of context David and Angle had 2 kids Gabriel who was their first Kido and Natalie the second one

I absolutely love them and I want to add a few things myself - go check it out it is truly amazing 🥰 such amazingness

So because Angle is biologically a female for my OC they gave birth (I would like to say that this makes their identity no less valid and if you think trans people (specifically trans FTM, can’t give birth because it makes them “not a man “or “proves they are a woman “) get the fuck out please and thank you 🥰)

I said up at the top that I think Leo would use the term mom more as a role than gendered thing :) so somethings here include mom as a title they use :)

I think they had a C-section for Gabriel and he had some problems at birth. He was born with pneumonia and had to be care for in the hospital for a wile ( my brother was born pre-mature and with pneumonia so this is a little bit of a personal insert. My brother is fine btw it ok :D )

This of course worried David and Leo both but Gabriel was ok after getting the proper treatment, with Magic the recovery process was a lot easier to. When they finally got to bring him home the others where all over him. Of course everyone respected boundaries and didn’t push for Leo or David to let them hold or say hi or anything. About a week after they came home they invited Ash,babe,Milo,sweetheart,Sam,Darlin and Marie to come over a met/hold Gabriel for the first time.  It was really sweet and Leo took a much needed rest with David as Darlin( this will make more sense when I post theirs lol) and Marie feed/held him.

When Gabriel first started going to school Angle was really worried, obviously, just nerves and Christian help with that because he was also a Parent and his kid was all ready in school. When Natalie was born she did not have any health problems and they could come home a lot sooner. Leo took a lot of videos of Gabriel and Natalie when they were babies and continue to as they grow up because they are adorable and want them to be able to look back at it. (Also because David never got to know his mom and only knew her though story’s and pictures,they wanted to make sure that if anything happened to them their kids would have something)

Also Leo is super protective of their kids. They got called to the school once because Natalie’s skirt was “to short” and she was in a tank top. And when I say Leo went off on the teacher that said that and the vice principal, I mean they had both of them almost trembling. After that they tried calling David. Ya no that didn’t work ether. Turns out he’s also protective and won’t stand for bigotry.

When Natalie was in middle school after her powers had manifested she was being picked on by some older kids. Well normally she wouldn’t take it she was tired and just wanted to go to lunch. A freelancer, a water elemental and a air elemental were the ones picking on her. A fire elemental that was her age stepped in and told them to go away. The freelancer started arguing with the fire elemental and she started to heat up (no fault of her own) and this is when the water and air elemental got the bright idea to poor freezing water on the two girls. Natalie noticed and went into defensive mode pushing the girl out of the way and tackling the water elemental. The freelancer then decided to use fire and ended up burning Natalie‘s side Natalie shifted to protect the other fire elemental girl. Darlin’s kid gave Natalie their gym clothes and her and the fire elemental girl where taken into the office. Angel was called along with the other girls father. Angel was told that her daughter had been fighting and needed to come be picked up they we’re told nothing about the severe burn on Natalies side. She of course want to the school and was on the phone with David when they spotted the fire elementals father outside of the office and she asked. It ended up being Damien who was their with Gavin because of course Damien was upset that his daughter had been fighting, but was concerned because she never got into a five before. So Gavin went with him after he got the call. They talked and what Damien was told was that his daughter had gotten into a fight with another girl in her grade and burned her. Of course this worried Leo because they were told nothing about their daughter being burned. When they were allowed into the office to speak to the kids Angel immediately went out to Natalie and asked what happened and if she was ok. Natalie said she was fine and immediately started defending the girl, saying that she had defended her and she wasn’t the one to burn her. Gavin offered to heal her and Leo thanked him repeatedly. After hearing the full story all of them where upset. Damien‘s daughter was really worried because she thought she did something wrong. Leo quickly assured her that she did nothing wrong and thanked her for trying to help her daughter. Leo then told her daughter to go out in the hall with Damien’s daughter and to plug her ears because “Mommy’s gonna be really loud for a minute ok?” They proceeded to tear the principal the vice principal a new one they told them if something like this ever happened again that they would no longer have a job.  they apologize to Damien and Gavin for the misunderstanding and they exchange phone numbers. When David found out he was pissed. So that’s all I have Angle I’m tired and I’m not gonna proof read this rn,I’ll do it tomorrow and edit any mistakes, if you notice any please point them out kindly :) thank you and I have you enjoyed I probably will make a few short one shots about Angle and their ex’s and David :) I



#redacted asmr #redacted angel #redacted davey #redacted david shaw #oc tag #redacted darlin #redacted sam #redacted marie #redacted gavin #redacted damien

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

Excuse a moment of venting, but I am VERY upset right now…

$250? I don’t have $250 lying around!

This got sprung on me. The vehicles are in Mom’s name, and it was being paid from her funds, but now my brother and sister-in-law decided that since I drive them I am responsible for the inspections, taxes, etc. Which sounds fair enough, even if they STILL aren’t in my name.

Except….

They waited until after the bills were sent to tell me. December. After buying my Christmas groceries. When I don’t have $250.

And I still need to have the bill forwarded from them to me to pay it, which they may or may not get around to this month. Because they never, ever send things to me quickly. They do it when they feel like it. Days. Weeks. Months. Dates on things mean nothing to them. And if I pay late the fines are insane.

Just get rid if the vehicles they, and maybe you, say, not living where I do and with the life I have.

I have to have the car and pickup!!! I need the car to go anywhere more than a mile away, and the pickup is unreliable but I need it for moving stuff for repairing things! You can’t move lumber between houses in a car damn it!! I don’t have giant fuckin’ SUVs like them, I have a dinky anything but new little car and a 35yr old pickup. I live in the middle of nowhere and have to drive, even between houses because of that damn four lane highway in between! You gonna bike 10 miles and then back on a four lane road to buy 100lbs of hog feed??

Sorry. I don’t know how I am going to deal with this!! I haven’t been able to afford things like oil changes and tune ups, but I have been able to keep the vehicles running, and with the bare minimum of gas.

If they had warned me a couple of months ago I could have planned for it, not bought turkey for Christmas, not bought kerosene for hot water and just boiled water for showering back when the house wasn’t so cold, skipped meals, I dunno…. But now it is due immediately and I am too broke!!!

I know, I deserve this for being so worthless. If I weren’t an utter failure, if I had done things differently when I was young, if I had profitable talents and skills, were at least lovable and charming so people wanted to help me….

But I guess at this point I am what I am, too pathetic and ugly and stupid to exist in our modern, expensive world. There is no space for someone like me.

Oh, and I am having to deal with the county tax office about property I don’t own and a check I didn’t write, because….well, I don’t understand it either yet. It was something my brother with power of attorney for Mom was supposed to take care of, so how I am the contact person to sort it out I have NO idea.

Meanwhile the plumbing isn’t working at all again, the light in the living room has failed so I sit in the dark, my fingers get so cold in the house that they turn red when I sculpt, and all the usual problems are on going. I just needed a few more problems I guess.

Merry fuckin’ Christmas folks! Maybe I’ll get lucky an die of hypothermia getting the Christmas tree Saturday.

#my day #poverty #cars #I hate my life #is living really worth it anymore? #I am so fucking tired

[xinthesewallsx]

if it’s not one thing it’s another i swear. 

i usually don’t vent about money or anything like that cause i don’t want to upset people and i know people have it worse off and i’m very lucky to have the things i do. but right now i’m stressed. i haven’t had any calls backs in the month i’ve been searching for a job.our phones got shut off so it doesn’t even matter now because we can’t afford to pay it. can’t afford to pay my car insurance either. barely afford rent/electric/wifi and maybe $75-100 in groceries monthly. now my husband’s car was left in ny with a friend but this friend failed to tell her grandma about it and now she found out and is mad and is giving us the day to get it out or she’s gonna tow it. i live 10.5 hours away and don’t even have money to eat but now have to figure out how to get this car out of there and stored somewhere. i’m stressed beyond belief to the point of a mental breakdown and im so close to snapping. ever since moving it’s like things are only getting worse. i can barely afford to live. i’m the unhappiest i’ve ever been. my depression is at an all time high. i’m struggling day in and day out to stay clean from sh because it’s so overwhelming. i’m not eating enough (which is pretty normal bc of my type 2 achalasia) but it’s even worse not because we can’t afford food. my car is about to be off the road, which is how my husband even gets to work to pay for what we can. we haven’t even hit a year yet and i feel like our marriage is falling apart and that i’m not sure if i’m in love with him anymore. this move was suppose to be better than what we were living with but it’s worse. i’d rather deal with the uncomfortable shitty living situation than struggling this bad.

#tin speaks #just venting #tw: sh #tw: negative talk #tw: depression #tw: money