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nattaphum · 1 year
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Man Suang timeline
March 18
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March 19
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Mile and Apo didn’t post any story but Jeff, during his concert in Bangkok, said that Mile and Apo couldn’t attend his show for working reasons.
March 21
ManSuang Theme DEMO 01 - MIX1
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March 25
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Preukzbank in the picture below (aka Chaiyapreuk Bank Chalermpornpanit) is the director of photography for Man Suang. He’s been the director of many successful movies. In particular he won an important award for Best movie at Busan International Film Festival 2017 as well as many other awards.
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March 26
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The photo Mile shared in his story is a close-up of a chair that fans gave to him “to rest comfortably during the filming sessions”. It’s so cute that he’s using it 🥰 ! He also put a sacred song used for rituals as background music of the story. So they probably filmed a ceremony today??
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Suggestive pictures from the filming location:
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Preukzbank shared another story today:
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Apparently the shooting queue is as big as a 16-episode series. In fact, for a 16-episode series, the shooting queue is about 30-40 queues.
That’s a lot of work and dedication!!!!
This movie has all the prerequisites to be a great success :)
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goldensunset · 1 year
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top ten dudes with father issues
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inphierno · 3 months
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Should I do my makeup should I fix up the blog appearance bc I haven’t changed the appearance since I was 24
should I fucking grow up and read the messages even tho I know the reason I’m hardcore avoiding is bc I’m just gonna leave like I’m pulling the break up card but not in a gone forever but fuck I have to not get near people for my own survival
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greatooglymooglyyy · 1 month
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Driver's License (Matt Sturniolo)
request:
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a/n: anon i love you so much, both of your ideas were so good. i hope you love this. i cut off the second part to gatekeep it till it comes out 💕 also ik in the song, it is the boys fault but i've done a few of those so I wanted this one to be on the reader.
contains: angst, fluff, breakup to makeup, abandonment issues, happy ending, kissing, cussing, 1.3k words
Three Months Ago:
“Okay, whoa. Don’t hit the break that hard. Ease on to it.” Matt says quickly, leaning forward a bit. I roll my eyes at his dramatics. “I barely pressed it, Matt.” I continue circling the parking lot slowly since he refuses to let me go over 5 miles per hour.
When a car enters the parking lot near me, I tense up but Matt jumps in. “You got it. You’re fine. They’re just gonna pass you.” He says, calmly, his hand resting near the steering wheel, just in case he needs to grab it. The car passes me and I relax, smiling over at Matt. “See.” He says, giving me a small smile back but then gesturing back out the window. “Look at the road, babe. Not me.” I snap my eyes away and focus back in.
“Pull into this one right here.” He gestures at a spot a couple of feet away and I turn into it, barely in the lines, and put the car in park. I wince and glance over at him, expecting him to talk shit, but he just smiles. “Not bad, baby. You wanna try to get on the street?” My eyes widen and he laughs and takes off his seatbelt.
“It’s okay. Next time.” He leans over and presses two kisses to my lips before opening his door so we can trade back. He comes around the car and opens the driver’s door, leaning in. “You’re gonna be coming through to pick me up in a second. Just wait.”
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I look down at the floor of the DMV and shake my head, trying and failing to push down my thoughts of Matt. Today is probably the hardest day without him I've had since we first broke up two months ago. Two months since I made one of the biggest mistakes of my life and didn’t even have the strength to try and fix it. Every time I think about the look in Matt’s eyes when I told him we were done, I want to crumble. So instead, I try not to think about it at all.
The attendant calls my name sharply and it snaps me out of my impending pity party. I quickly scramble over and take my license from her, muttering a quiet thank you. As I head back to my car, I can’t take my eyes off it. I always thought this moment would be so much bigger but it just feels empty now.
When I get in my car, I drum my fingers on the steering wheel for a second trying to clear my head. I squeeze my eyes shut trying to muster up something resembling self-respect before my heart wins out and I pull out my phone. This is a bad idea. I know it and repeat it to myself as I type Matt’s name into my Instagram search bar.
This has been a hard limit I set with myself, alongside not texting him or his brothers. I don’t stalk his Instagram like some psycho ex. Except apparently, I do today. And god, he looks good. His hair is longer than the last time I saw him, the ends curling up slightly. In his most recent post, he’s got a slight smile as he looks up at the camera but it’s the glint of something around his neck that makes my breath hitch. I scroll to his next post and zoom in to confirm it’s what I think it is and my eyes begin to water. He’s still wearing the necklace I got him on our first Valentine’s Day.
I close my phone and pull down my sun visor, staring into the mirror. Does it mean he still loves me? Do I still have a chance? Or does he just really like that necklace? I shake my head and push the visor up, throwing the car into reverse. It doesn’t matter. If there’s even still a fraction of a chance, I have to try.
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This was a mistake. I’m an absolute freak. I’m a loser. Why would I drive to this man’s house like everything’s fine? I put my head in my hands and count to three trying to calm down. I’ve been sitting outside of the triplet’s house for two minutes trying to get my nerve back but with every passing second I feel stupider.
Okay, it’s fine. This is fine. Before I can talk myself out of it anymore, I get out of my car and march up to their door. I knock twice, deciding that if they don’t answer in ten seconds I can run back to my car and pretend this never happened. I get all the way to eight before Chris swings the door open. We stare at each other blankly for a couple of breaths before Chris turns and calls for Matt to come down. He turns back to me, hardening his eyes. But he must see something in my face that makes him take pity because he just sighs before leaning in and whispering a low, “Don’t fuck this up, kid.”
As soon as Matt starts down the stairs, Chris turns and rushes back up, tapping a hand on his brother’s shoulder when he passes him. When he sees me in the doorway, Matt freezes momentarily, recovering quickly and setting his jaw. I take an involuntary step backward at the icy look he gives me as he leans against the door frame.
“Can I help you?” He asks. His voice has way less steel than I expected but the question still guts me. It feels like I’m standing in front of a stranger and not the boy who used to hold me every night.
“I just-” I start, biting down on my bottom lip as I try not to cry. “I got my driver’s license today,” I say lamely. I cringe slightly and he furrows his brow in confusion.
“Okay?”
“I just wanted to tell you that, I guess.”
“Alright. Thanks for the headline.” He says sarcastically.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come here.” I say, turning to retreat.
“That’s what you’re sorry for?” He demands, clearly angry now. “You’re not sorry for leaving me out of nowhere? For never answering a single one of my messages? For breaking my fucking heart?”
I swallow thickly and nod, stepping closer. “Matt. I’m sorry for all of that. I’m so sorry I hurt you. I promise you that was never my intention. I was just scared.” He laughs bitterly at that and shakes his head.
“No. You don’t get to use that excuse. Everybody’s scared. I was scared. You don’t get to just run when shit gets real.” His voice cracks a bit at the end and he runs his hand over his face. I reach out tentatively and place my hand on his arm. He locks eyes with me at the touch but doesn’t immediately snatch away.
“I wish I could take it back. I wish every day that I had just talked to you. And I understand if you can’t forgive me for that, Matt. I don’t know if I would either. But, I promise if you can, I’ll spend the rest of our lives proving that I’m all in.” His eyes search mine desperately for truth and I hold my breath waiting for his response.
“Tell me that you love me.” He says, quietly.
My heart jumps as fear floods my body. I’ve never said it out loud before. I exhale deeply, letting my eyes trail over his face. “I love you, Matt.” My voice is a little wobbly but I pour as much honesty as I can into those words, hoping he hears what he needs.
He nods, his serious demeanor still in place, and sticks out his pinky finger. I laugh wryly and lock our pinkies, sealing the promise.
Matt pulls me inside of the house and takes my face in his hands, kissing me so intensely that my body leans sideways. He pulls away, pressing another one to my lips quickly and then drawing me into his arms. I wrap myself around his waist, feeling like the weight of the world has been lifted.
“I missed you so much.” Matt’s voice grates against my ear as he kisses behind it. I slip my hands under his shirt before I pull back to look at his face and grin.
“Enough to finally let me drive you on the interstate?” I say hopefully.
“Absolutely fucking not-”
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certainlynotasimp · 10 months
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oh just a little tip, i think it would be wise if you added the spanish translations somewhere inside the fics, this could be at the end or next to the spanish sentence, since you can’t copy text from posts it’s hard to translate since you have to type everything in google translate by hand <33 anyways i loved your fic, you’re very talented and i can’t wait to see more of miguel and his beloved sunshine.
you know what might be funny? if they were on a mission and got hit with a gas that switches their personalities🤣 now that would be something i would pay to see 😂
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((Miguel O’ Hara x Female! Reader))
A/N: Hello~✨ Thank you so much for the request and the critique. I have now added some translations at the bottom of the fanfics because I forgot how weird tumblr can be about copy and pasting stuff😅. Also I hope that I didn’t disappoint with this as I was kinda struggling on what to write for this one.
-Still haven’t seen the movie so be warned I may get some stuff wrong-
Warnings: Grumpy x Sunshine, Female Reader/Female Pronouns, Barely using (Y/N) ((Sunny is their nickname not their name)), bioweapons, kinda graphic injuries, Outta Character and Outta pocket behavior, and Google Translated Spanish. ((Thank you @22carolina08 for reviewing it before I posted it))
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The cackle of women enjoying the fruits of their labors filled the corridor of the abandoned warehouse as they surrounded the machine they were working on. It was a tall glass sphere with some kind of purple dust floating around inside while two titanium computers stood on either side of the device.
The three women standing around it were a set of Green Goblins who jumped from different dimensions to find a universe where there wasn’t an arachnid hero to stop them from using a bomb to take control of the city.
However they didn’t expect there to be four spidermen to be observing them around the property with one little spider hiding along the walls of their lair.
“Lyla,” Miguel whispers as he observes the meeting from the top of another warehouse. “Analyze the contents of that bomb and tell me how bad it is.”
The yellow AI materializes in front of him as Miguel tries to swat her away like a fly, not wanting her to compromise his location. Lyla rolls her eyes and explains, “The dust in that little bomb they have is made from spores of this rare mushroom. It’s been reported that inhaling the spores can cause drastic changes in behavior, mood swings, and mild hallucinations. Most cases detail paitents becoming aggressive and violent.”
Jessica’s voice buzzes through the intercom as she quips, “So they are planning on driving the city into a state of panic?”
“Sounds like it.” Ben Riley gruffs in annoyance. Miguel couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he knows the Scarlet Spider was still pissed that he couldn’t go ahead and stop the goblins.
“Sounds like a party to me, mate.” Hobie cracks as he watches from the ground. “Oi, Sunny, Dear? Wanna crash their party?”
“Yes, a party of people violently hurting each other and causing mass chaos does sound like fun.” Miguel grumbles saracastially before scolding Hobie. “She can’t reply to you, Brown. Not when she’s undercover.”
Miguel can barely make out her outline with the infared of his mask lens, but he can see his little jumping spider wander among the goblins unseen.
A big advantage to have someone with his beloved’s powers. She had almost every trait of the typical spider men, but she had a unique camouflaged ability. Without the suit Miguel made her, she can lower her heart rate and rapidly chill her body temperature so she can remain undetected by infared. She can also go invisible for a few moments without the suit, but both abilities are limited due to how strenuous it was on her being.
The suit allows her to remain undetected for a much longer time and prevents her from putting too much strain on her body. The slight heat the suit emits to keep her body functioning is the only thing that Miguel can use to track her. A major drawback of her gift is that physically she’s not as strong as the others, but she can handle herself in a fight.
Of course, he’s always there to help her. Her protective predator and his gentle prey. A match made in heaven as Jess always jokes.
“(L/N).” Miguel whispers into the com as he watches his love sneak around the device. “Attach the bug I gave you to the main computer so Lyla can deactivate the bomb.”
He makes a signal to the others to tell them to be ready for the ambush. The plan was suppose to be a simple get in and out. The invisible web shooter would get the bomb deactivated while Miguel, Hobie, and Ben rush in and take out the goblins. Jess served as support in case the villains ran past them. It was suppose to be an easy mission. Until it wasn’t.
As the bomb got deactivated, a light beep from the monitor causes the Goblins to turn around and notice that someone tampered with their bomb. Before the little spider could escape, one of the Goblins throws a jack o lantern explosive at her, causing the glass vial to exploded.
Miguel’s blood ran cold as he witnesses his love engulfed in black and purple smoke, and all reason went out the window as he rushed into the contaminated warehouse to save her.
“Miguel, wait!” Jessica screams out she drives her bike in front of the other two spidermen trying to rush in.
“What gives, Drew?” Hobie snaps, concern burning in his eyes. “We gotta get in there.”
“Not without these.” She snaps back as she hands the boys four sets of gas masks. “Lyla said it’s transmitted through air. Hurry up and put these on.”
Ben grumbles and slams the mask on before running in while Hobie and Jessica share a look. “You think Sunny will be alright?” The spiked spider asks as he places the gas mask on his already covered face.
“She better be.” Jessica sighs. “I definitely don’t want to find out how Miguel will react if she wasn’t.”
With that Hobie runs in while Jessica calls for backup to help contain the spores seeping from the windows.
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“Vitals appear to be normal.” Spider-Doc mutters to the three spider people surrounding one of the hospital beds. “O’Hara and (L/N) are both looking good on blood pressure and brain activity, so I expect them to wake up anytime soon.”
Thankfully, Hobie and Ben managed to capture the green goblin trio and reinforcements came just in time to contain the spread of the bio weapon. However, both Miguel and his companion were found bloody and unconscious when they found them.
The beloved spider woman had most of the damage with several shards of glass impaled into her back and arm while gaining a severe concussion. The team figured that in the rush of the moment and his vision obscured by the cloud of dust, the goblins took Miguel by surprise and got him with three sharp projectiles while he was trying to help Sunny.
Despite the horrific scene, both of them were deemed to be alright after some surgery and the only physical damage was Sunny’s now broken arm, which should heal in about a week thanks to the signature spiderman super healing. The only worry was the psychological damage.
Both were definitively exposed to large quantities of the gas and from what Lyla had said about the mental effects of the spores, they were worried about an invisible spider and her beast of a companion tearing everything apart.
Jessica sighs as she sadly gazes at the broken and restrained bodies of her friends as Hobi places a small bear on his little friend’s bed.
“Didn’t Lyla say anything about how that antitoxin is coming along?” Peter says as he bites his nail.
Spider-Doc nods as his lens shifts to appear like he’s hopefully smiling. “Lyla has said thanks to the samples from their suits, an antitoxin will be finished in two days.”
“Two days?!” Hobie snaps up. “We are about to have two spidermen possibly going on a rampage if we piss them off. I don’t think we can wa-“
A soft groan emits from the bed beside the ranting anarchist and everyone’s attention breaks from the poor doctor and onto the small spider. Her eyes flutter open as she frowns at her surroundings.
“Sweetheart, are you okay?” Jessica soothes as she helps the disoriented girl sit up in her bed.
“I’m fine.” The girl said in an unusually blunt way. Her eyes now harden in an annoyed expression as she looks around at the group. “Next time, you guys should be more considerate to someone recovering from having their shit rocked.” She scolds before growling at the pain.
The sight of the sweet girl now acting so bothered towards their presence was so unsettling, but not unexpected. They were aware the sweet girl they knew was gonna be changed by the gas, but it’s still disturbing.
As they all stare at the glaring girl, a deep groan comes from the bed next to her as her attention focuses on her love. Her anger emerges as she snaps back to the spiders.
“What the fuck did y’all do to him?! Was it that asshole Ben Riley? I’m gonna kick his ass if he’s the reason my Miggy is in-“
“Cariño?” A soft mutter causes her verbal rampage to end as a pair of ruby eyes focused on her. Once she meets his eyes, an uncharacteristically soft grin comes over his face as he mumbles sweetly. “Hola, mi niña bonita, ¿cómo te sientes?””
“I’m fine.” The girl mumbles as she tries to keep her stern face while a little dusting of blush takes over. “What about you?”
Miguel chuckles at her face and gently reaches over and caresses her hand as he swoons, “Siento que puedo enfrentarme a un toro ahora que he visto tu hermoso rostro, mi amor.”
The group of spidermen looked at Miguel horrified as he looks up at them. Expecting him to snap at them or try and escape his restrains, but he doesn’t do either. He gives them a bright friendly smile as he cheers, “Oh, you guys made it out alright. I’m glad we are all still here together. Great job, everyone.”
Hobie backs up a couple of steps trying to calm his raging heart before he had a heart attack from the shock. Jessica looks at him disturbed as she silently records the duo on her phone to show her husband later. Peter calls Lyla on his gizmo as his face looses all color.
The AI emerges out of the gizmo with a cheery, “Hello~ you ringed?”
“What’s wrong with Miguel?” Peter snaps as he hears Sunny immediately yell at him about what he said about her Miggy.
“Oh I meant to warn you about that. Well the aggression is on a most case scenario kinda thing, not an every case thing. Since Miguel is more genetically altered with spider than Little Miss Sunshine, his natural aggression cancels out the one caused by the bio weapon.” The assistant explains.
Hobie laughs at this as he looks at the now confused Miguel, “So our big bad leader is as harmless as a kitten now?”
“Yep.” Lyla giggles. “And because our sunny pants there was as dangerous as a jumping spider before this, she’s now part of the majority percentaile.”
“What the fuck did you say about Migue, you twig?!” The formerly harmless girl bucks in her restraints as her protective nature causes her to want to thrash the punk star.
“Mi amor, por favor cálmate... No está tratando de ser grosero…” A now teary eyed Miguel tries to sooth his partner in a shaky calm voice.
That was when Jessica realized a mistake they made. When they restrained the pair earlier, Miguel was placed in titanium bands that crossed over his chest, arms, legs and hips. Since Sunny wasn’t considered a ‘major’ threat in comparison, she was just held down by some chains.
Because of this, the earth deafening sound of chains shattering cause all of the spiders to scream. The AI giggles as she responds,
“I forgot to mention that the chemical not only increases aggression, but also physical strength. In humans, they would just be slightly stronger than normal, but in Miss (Y/N)’s case…”
The rest couldn’t hear what else Lyla had to say as Hobie started booking it down the hall with a pissed off Sunny hot on his heels. Jessica frantically tries to undo Miguel’s restraints as he cries for his lover to come back.
Peter sighs and asks, “How much longer until the antidote is ready?”
“I can rush it for you. Should take another 3 hours hopefully.”
“Do you have any tranquilizers?” Peter asks as a now free Miguel tries to chase down his angry lover.
“No~”
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Translations:
Hola, mi niña bonita, ¿cómo te sientes? - Hello, my pretty girl, how are you feeling?
Mi amor, por favor cálmate... No está tratando de ser grosero…- My love, please calm down...He's not trying to be rude…
Siento que puedo enfrentarme a un toro ahora que he visto tu hermoso rostro, mi amor.- I feel like I can take on a bull now that I've seen your beautiful face, my love.
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babyjakes · 4 months
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event | kinkmas 2023
prompt | edging
pairing | dom!steve rogers x sub!reader
warnings | dom/sub relationship. stevie - he's so stern but sweet i love him :'). daddy kink (steve and reader refer to him as ‘daddy.) restraints. fingering. toy use (magic wand.) edging, orgasm control. crying. lots of praise and talking reader through it. some aftercare.
word count | 670
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thinking about how a stricter dom!steve looooves edging you, his sweet little subby baby 🥺
he lays you out spread nice and wide on the bed, securing your wrists and ankles with rope to keep you from squirming. settles at your side with the magic wand in hand— his fav 😌 he loves the way your eyes go wide at the sight of it
he starts you on low, gradually working up the speed/intensity. slipping a finger into your needy hole at some point, then another, and another. three’s your limit without making it too much of a stretch. “good girl. so full of me, aren’t you baby? how’s that feel? you like taking daddy’s fingers?” smiling so sweetly at you when you nod and whimper
he knows just the spot to nestle the bulb of the wand into, right up against your aching clit 🫶 your poor little pussy gets sooo hot and tingly so fast, steve can’t help but chuckle gently at the sight of you unraveling so quickly
“pretty girl, daddy wants you to hold it.”
your distressed whines and big, pleading eyes earn you a sympathetic smile, but no mercy 😔 “c’mon baby. know you can be a big girl and hold it, right? can you show me, doll?”
you’re gritting your teeth as your toes curl, using every ounce of your focus and energy to hold off the inevitable. when steve sees you’re nearing the end of your rope, you’re suddenly hit with a sense of emptiness and need— his fingers are gone and the wand has been pulled away just in time
he strokes your tummy lovingly as it clenches, your breaths coming out in staggers. the look of shock and disappointment on your face are hard for him to bear, but barely shows it
“breathe, sweetheart. there you go,” he’s talking you through it. licking up your juices from his fingers, savoring your taste
a few minutes pass before he gently brings the tips of his digits back to tease at your entrance. “one more time for me baby, can you do that? one more time, then daddy’ll give you what you need”
the bulb of the wand is eased back up against your throbbing clit as he starts working you up again. this time it happens much quicker. “daddy, d-daddy!”
he knows this time around is much more intense for you. as cruel and punishing as he comes off, he’s well in-tune with your body and knows just when to pull away again, right before sending you over the edge
“shhh, i know, babydoll. i know,” he croons as you let out a frustrated sob. he’s wiping your tears away gently, kissing your forehead. “you’ve been so good for me, honey. daddy’s good girl, think you’ve earned yourself some relief, huh?”
you’re a wiggling, writhing mess as he finally brings the wand and his fingers back for the promised finale. fucking his long, muscular digits up into you faster and with more force this time, working the wand in steady up and down strokes over your burning core. “okay baby, there you go. c’mon, give me a nice big one,” his encouragement sends you over the edge as your orgasm is pulled from you.
body on fire from all the built up anticipation 😩 it was so worth it!!! a high that lasts what feels like minutes, your pussy contracting harshly around steve’s waiting fingers. “there it is. such a good girl,” he’s smiling so big, so proud of you
you cry through and after your orgasm, your soft whimpers and sniffles melting the stern man’s heart. as soon as his hands are clean and the wand is switched off, he’s holding you, praising you, taking care of you. he knows how vulnerable you are after such an intense buildup and climax
“my precious girl, you did so well. daddy’s so proud of you, baby. come here, come let me hold you. there you go, sweetheart. deep breaths, daddy’s got you” 💕
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minniepetals · 6 months
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cry me a river | the habits
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— summary: you are a weapon and weapons do not weep
— pairing: bts x reader
— genre: angst, mafia!au
— word count: 6.4k
— warnings: physical abuse, violence, mentally unstable mindset
— PART 25 / previous post / masterpost
One.
Two.
Three.
The seconds will pass. The minutes will fly. The hours will go.
You’re alright.
Endure it. Endure it.
It will pass.
Everything will pass just as everything has always passed.
In time, father will raise his hand to indicate them to stop. A stop signal. He may leave the room out of boredom but he will return just as he always does in order to demand them to leave you alone. He will never be satisfied but there is always a limit to everything and father sometimes gets too bored to keep seeing it, to keep hearing it, so he’s always there to stop it.
Eventually.
Eventually.
You just have to endure it for now until the signal comes, until—
“What are you doing?!”
You didn’t realize it and perhaps that’s because you blacked out, your mind keeping you from feeling it all completely, trying to protect you, but you’re sitting on the ground when a call demands out an answer in a loud, commanding voice, and a rushing of a pair of feet running over to push Karl off you.
Asher punches Karl right in the face, throwing him off you, before demanding the guards he has with him to hold the man back.
“She provoked me!” Karl argues like a child in a kid’s play.
He’s never been abruptly stopped before. Always angry, never satisfied.
Nothing is ever enough when it comes to the two of them. 
Karl landing hurt through his fists and weapons and anything he can get a hand on. Your father landing hurt through his commands, watching and watching and watching.
And you, their victim, who has to stay down and accept it all until there is a small amount of satisfaction that calls at them to stop.
You always wait on that call, no matter how much endurance it takes.
“That doesn’t make it right to lay your hand on a woman!” Asher retorts with anger laced in his tone, and this anger, despite how different it is from that of Karl’s, still shakes you violently though you keep as still as ever, paralyzed.
Paralyzed.
Even when the anger does not fall on you, even when he does not turn to you but towards the companion who stands behind you, who had stood still this whole time. “And what are you doing? Your boss was getting hit and you just stood there?”
Yeonjun, with a snap on cue, kneels over to your side and looks down at you with widened eyes and a frozen expression. He doesn’t touch you right away, cautious, but you see what those eyes mean, you know exactly what that expression is telling you.
That he, too, had reverted back to the past.
When your father still lived, when he had to stand by and watch everything without moving a muscle.
He reverted back just as you had.
Two little kids, who're still affected by the traumas of the past.
Two little kids.
You take Yeonjun’s hand, giving him the permission to touch you, so he helps you back onto your feet and the two of you remain in silence as you walk off with his help, not daring to look Karl in the eyes, not caring to reply to Asher.
But you feel yourself trembling with the presence of a pair of eyes boring right into your back. Not from Asher or Karl or the two guards but from someone else.
The ghost of him.
Of that man.
That man named father.
.
.
.
“Y/N?” There’s concern in Jungkook’s voice when you walk into the room and you guess that’s probably because of the state you’re in, but right now you can’t entertain him so you simply hold a hand up, asking him to stay back, and Jungkook, though worried, leaves the room on your behalf.
When you’re left alone with Yeonjun, you let your legs give in to sit on the floor rather than finding a chair or taking a seat on the bed.
The floor is comfortable. It’s always been more comfortable.
The boy takes your heels off, along with your jacket, and despite the sting of the pain that aches over your body, the only thing on your mind is the fact that you let it happen so easily, that you allowed yourself to walk back into that state of being an obedient and perfect little doll.
You reverted back to the damages just when you thought after father’s death, you wouldn’t let anyone walk over you anymore.
But it isn’t easy.
It isn’t easy.
And it will never be easy.
Father still lives in your head rent free and there’s nothing you can do about it. No matter how much time has passed, nothing will change. It’s already been a little over a year since his death but he’s still here, still thriving, mocking you, taunting you, controlling everything that you are.
You’re shaking, trembling, not just out of fear but out of anger. Angry at yourself. For being so weak, for reverting back, for thinking things could get better.
And with Yeonjun the only one here with you at the moment, you lean into his touch and let yourself into his arms to allow the sort of warmth only your Reapers can provide you.
Yeonjun’s heartbeat won’t be the same as Mingyu’s, it’s probably even beating rapidly right now, so you don’t let your ear rest against his chest and instead wrap your arms over his neck and climb into his lap to lay your cheek against his shoulder.
Yeonjun brings his hand over to rub down your back but he’s a little awkward and unsure because he’s never really had to do this; comforting you. It’s always been Mingyu, and if Mingyu wasn’t there, it’d be Yuna, and if Yuna couldn’t do it, it’d be Dasom, or someone else.
Anyone else.
He’s only a kid after all, just eighteen years old, the youngest of your Reapers, but because no one else is here, he does his best to pick up the role that’s been given unto him.
Yet you feel him tremble slightly himself and you guess that in some way, he must be afraid as well.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers to you. “I didn’t…I…”
You know what he’s trying to say, that he failed you, that he couldn’t protect you. But can you really blame him? Because just as you’ve been trained to endure through the pains and take everything that’s given unto you, Yeonjun, the Reapers, were trained to stand by and watch.
Habits are scary.
Frightening.
And because you don’t know how to console him and he doesn’t know how to console you, the two of you remain in silence simply holding onto one another.
Just two little kids having to rely on each other.
Just two little kids.
And after a little while, when things have settled a little more, when he starts shaking a little less, Yeonjun gathers himself and forces himself out of the state he’s in.
He stands up and you watch him leave for a second, not too long, because he rushes, and returns with materials in hand to begin tending to you. It remains as quiet as ever between the two of you, but you see the way his brows furrow in concentration and he stops himself from staying in the mindset of a teenager.
Of a child.
He becomes an adult, a reliable adult. For you. Applying what’s needed on the bruises that have swelled up, wrapping your arm with bandages, and when you frown with disgust at the sight of the white wrapping on you, wanting it off, complaining, he doesn’t fall into your trap and stands his ground just as he’s seen Mingyu do plenty of times.
Yeonjun gets frightened of you at times but he always listens to your every command and does all that you ask him within a heartbeat, but today he grows a pair of wings and knocks you lightly on the head with his knuckles when you try to push him away, when you get stubborn with him.
“Do you want to die?” You glare at him but he doesn’t give in.
“You can kill me after I treat you,” he says and continues his ministrations.
“I hate it,” you tell him. “I don’t like it, this…this white.” You try to scratch at yourself but he grabs your hand before you can and your face scrunches up with anguish. “Get it off me.” 
You tug the pearls on your neck and it scatters onto the floor but you don’t care and move on to the white dress, yet Yeonjun stops you once more.
“You’ll hurt yourself.”
“I’m not weak.”
“I never said you were.” And because he knows the signs, because he’s seen it plenty of times in you, he grabs the sleeve, rips it, then the hem of the dress, and tears that as well without doing too much. “See? Look. Imperfect.” You hate perfect things and seeing that, the tears of the dress, alleviate a bit of your drumming heartbeat, so Yeonjun grabs a pair of scissors to start cutting off bits of your dress.
All your life you’ve been told to be perfect, that everything you do must be under the command of your father. He made you into his perfect little doll, his perfect little weapon, prepared you for the battlefield, prepared you for war.
For the war that he brought, for the war that was his.
Or rather, he was the war itself.
You are a weapon, and weapons do not weep. Weapons are used and weapons do not run off on their own. Weapons are perfect, they fire at the command of their owner, they’re silent when told, and left to waste if they do not do their job.
You’ve never wanted to be left to waste, you’ve never wanted to be dropped back into an empty room, the White Room, and never picked up again.
“I look broken,” you utter a whisper as if shocked at the image of yourself when you look down at the mess of your dress and the white bandages on your body. Your brows are knitted, teeth grinding on each other, fingers dug into the skin of your palm, eyes red but as always, they refuse to cry.
Because weapons do not weep.
And Yeonjun, for a second, almost panics, thinking he did something wrong, but in Mingyu’s wise words, “Just because it looks like I know what I’m doing when it comes to boss does not mean that is the truth. It is far from the truth. There are times when it feels like I’ve messed up, times when I’m about to panic because she responds differently from what I imagined, but you cannot ever show her that you do not know what you’re doing. Ever. Just pretend when you’re in that position, and if you’re good at pretending, she won’t know a thing,” Yeonjun quickly pulls himself back up.
“You don’t look broken,” he puts the scissors down and takes your two trembling fists. “You look imperfect.”
You look imperfect.
Imperfect.
It does the trick.
He sees the way the crease between your brows starts to soften, how your clenched jaw loosens, the way you let him help your fingers unravel from the strength they held digging into yourself, and how your shoulders fall a bit from being so hunched up.
“I look imperfect?” You ask him, eyes wide and puppy-like, darting right to him and though they shake slightly, they look towards him for an answer, for reassurance, to detect any lie, to seek for the truth. But also pleading, also begging for him to say just that.
Even if the lie must disguise itself as the truth.
“You do,” so Yeonjun lies skillfully. “You look imperfect, boss.”
There’s a breath of relief, quiet and subtle, and it comes in a whisper just barely there. Yeonjun keeps you close and presses a palm to your chest, just where your heartbeat strums.
“Now count,” he tells you. “Mingyu says counting is good, right? Count until he gets here.”
“Is he coming?” You ask when he takes both your hands to take over where his palm once lay.
“Yes,” he lies again. He hasn’t made the call yet. “Soon.”
“You have to stay here.”
“I will.”
“No one can come in.”
“I know.”
“Don’t talk to him, don’t let Karl anywhere near me.”
“I wouldn’t dare.”
“I’m tired.”
“Alright, come here.” He pulls you in carefully into his lap, in his arms, and you let yourself be warmed and comforted in his arms once more, this time with your back pressed to his chest.
“I don’t want to sleep,” you tell him. “The nightmares…they’ll come. He’ll come. He’ll visit. And he’ll try to make me perfect all over again.”
He. Your father.
“I don’t want to be perfect.” It isn’t a command, it’s a plea. A desperate cry for help.
“Then don’t sleep. But count the heartbeats, yeah? Count.” The soft lure of his voice, gentle, encouraging.
With hands still pressed against your chest, you let your ear tune out everything else in order to hear the beat of your heart so that you can start counting them.
One. Two. Three…
It’s fast and you know that you can’t completely count every individual one of them but you try your best to simply concentrate on only that while your eyes stare out at the window a few feet away. The sun shines brightly from the opened curtains and there’s a small little bird perched on the closest tree.
It jumps onto a branch and rests there with its head moving about in different directions.
There are pretty white clouds up above and one of the bigger ones shapes like a castle and you imagine fairies up there, hiding.
There’s another cloud that looks like a cat and another one shaped like a ghost.
The wind blows and your eyes turn back to the bird that flies off.
Thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five…
It’s slowing down, just slightly.
.
.
.
“I heard what happened this afternoon.”
Kiwi keeps you distracted as he nibbles with your finger. You can’t recall when he’s decided to hang around you rather than his own master whenever you’re around but at least it gives you a reason to not look someone in the eyes.
“Would you like to tell me what happened from your perspective?”
Thirty-something years old. You can’t even remember just how old you are but lately, it hasn’t mattered in the slightest because you feel much younger than what you actually are. Like you’re twenty-something. Even a teen. It doesn’t feel like you’ve aged much.
Your birthday hasn’t been celebrated since your time at the Bangtan manor but it doesn’t really matter. Nothing really matters.
Because you feel like a kid back under the control of your father, having to do what you’re told, obeying his every command like someone who can’t do anything on her own.
Under scrutiny.
“What did Karl tell you?” You pop a question of your own, eyes still unfocused, mind still trying to pretend you’re fine, that you’re okay in a room full of strangers.
There’s only one stranger but a stranger nonetheless.
“He said you provoked him.”
“That’s right.” You don’t deny it and instead nod, expression blank so that Alexander cannot tell what’s going on inside your head. And maybe he does, maybe all of this faking is futile because he’s so wise, but you don’t care. You keep still, you keep vague, and you remain cold.
“Is that so…?” He trails off, perhaps thinking, and you can feel his eyes never leaving you. “And what was it that you did to have provoked him?”
“I told him something he didn’t like.”
“And what’s that?”
“That I killed his best friend.”
“And did you?”
“I did.”
“And who was that?”
“My father.”
He pauses, perhaps because he hadn’t expected that answer but you’re sure he’s thinking back on the moment when you first mentioned your father to him. The “story” you gave him was that your father passed away and was a good friend of Karl’s, though you never mentioned anything else about it. 
And now here’s the answer; you killed him yourself.
“Is that why you let Karl do what he did?” He asks you. “Because you thought you deserved the punishment for what you did? Some people may not regret their actions but they’ll let the person most affected do something against them. Was that how it was?”
No.
No, not at all.
You didn’t let Karl hurt you because you knew he’d be hurt by what you did. You didn’t let him hurt you because you thought he at least deserved to lash his anger out on you. Or that you felt bad. Or that you wanted some sort of punishment. Or that you were repenting.
You let Karl hurt you because you’d always let him hurt you, just as you’d always let everyone hurt you.
Because that was how it always was.
A habit.
Being the weaker one, being the one who would chant the words endure, endure because that was what was instilled in you from the moment Mister Butler died. You cannot get out of your habits that easily, you do not just get stronger because you vow to yourself you will.
You don’t just get stronger and you certainly don’t just decide ‘I won’t let anyone step over me anymore’ and succeed on the first try.
Or the second try.
Or the third.
Even the tenth or hundredth time.
You let Karl hurt you because you were used to it and your body, remembering how it always was before your father died, returned to those habits.
The habits of staying still, the habits of enduring all that came at you.
“Yes.” But you lie because what else is there to say? You lie because there is nothing else to say. Because you don’t want to tell the truth. Because the truth means explaining and explaining means opening up and opening up means trusting and trusting never ends well.
You lie because you have to.
“That is all there is to it.” You put Kiwi down onto the floor and stand up straight, making sure to look in the old man’s direction with your hands held together in a formal stance. “Karl’s story is the whole truth. I deserved what he did, for killing his best friend, for killing my father.”
His brows are furrowed and you sense doubt in his eyes but because he has no proof and because you’re not willing to share anything else with him, he can’t push you too hard about the matter. “Whether that is the truth or not, do you really think a man much older and bigger has the right to hurt a woman younger and smaller in stature? No–” he fixes his sentence, “do you think a man is in his right to hurt a woman?”
“A man is capable of hurting anything that he wishes to hurt. He is in the power to do so.”
“You are strong, Y/N.” He stands to meet your eyes, serious, calm, and collected, but there’s a little twitch in his brows to indicate that he feels a bit frustrated by the situation. “You are capable of dodging his attacks. Even if a man were much bigger and stronger than you, you have the brains to outsmart them. You don’t look like someone who will easily let someone else step all over you.”
No. You are exactly just that. You are still the little girl you thought had changed. You’re still weak.
“So I’ll ask you again, Y/N; why did you let Karl hurt you?”
You hate feeling caged in and right now, despite the fact that only Alexander stands in this room, you feel eyes from all over. And maybe that’s just you being paranoid, maybe you’re just making it all up in your head, but you hate every bit of it. 
Every bit of this.
“I gave you my answer, take it with a grain of salt. Do not pretend to be on my side.” And with that, you turn your back to him and walk off without another word.
Alexander doesn’t chase after you but you feel his eyes.
It’s ironic the way you’re supposed to be the one trying to gain his favor and yet this happens; you pushing him away and putting up your walls. And Asher makes sure to remind you of that.
“Isn’t the whole point of you being here to gain his favor?”
He stops you in the middle of the hall when you’re heading back to the guest room.
“Why?” He asks, genuinely curious, maybe even with a bit of genuine concern in that tone.
“Maybe I’m tired,” you say in a quiet voice.
“Of?”
“Of trying to be likable.”
He hums, considering the answer with his arms crossed over his chest and leaning against the wall. “And that young bodyguard of yours,” he brings up Yeonjun, “he may be a kid but don’t you think he deserves punishment for failing you?”
“No.” You reply easily and Asher raises a brow.
“You won’t punish him?”
“I don’t blame him.”
He watches you as if you were a strange being, like you weren’t making sense, though there’s a bit of unease that marks his features, some sort of disturbance that troubles his thoughts and you realize that you’ve said too much so you start walking again.
“My people aren’t allowed to act unless I tell them to.”
But Asher doesn’t want to leave it with just that. “You wanted my uncle to hurt you?”
“Nobody wants to get hurt willingly, Asher.”
“Then what is it?”
You’re talking too much.
“It is none of your concern, that’s what it is.” With that, you pick up your steps and walk into the room before he can push you any further.
Jungkook is in there when you walk in, and although being left in a room with just him should trigger some sort of response, surprisingly you don’t tremble that easily and perhaps that’s due to the fact that somehow, in some way, your body just knows that Jungkook doesn’t pose any threat to you. Perhaps because somehow, in some way, you’ve learned to put some trust in him in just the slightest way through the times he’s spent acting as your guard.
It’s been a little over a month.
Mingyu came here prior to your meeting with Alexander and surprisingly you didn’t need him as much as you thought you did. You think that’s because Yeonjun managed to calm you down well, despite his perpetual fear in the beginning. He picked himself up in time, after all, and was there for you by mirroring what Mingyu would have done.
Maybe in some ways, your right hand man has trained all the Reapers in how to respond to you when he isn’t around.
He took Yeonjun away for something, though right now you aren’t too concerned about it.
“..Kook.”
You feel tired, you feel drained, and that’s why you’ve managed to only call Jungkook by a shortened name.
He’s responsive at the first call, despite how quiet your voice is, and when he sees that you’ve given him permission to come in close contact with you, he doesn’t hesitate to walk over to you.
“Do you need something?”
It’s odd the way you feel some sort of relief he’s as responsive as he used to be all those years ago. Maybe because a part of Jungkook will always remain the way that he always was, maybe that’s why you’ve learned to associate him with a figure that you can put a bit of trust in.
“When are they coming?”
“They?” He tilts his head and when you reach a hand out towards him, he takes it in order to help you because you feel your legs are weak in the knees.
“Namjoon. Them.” He takes you to the bed so that you can lie down.
“In a month or so,” he replies. “You said as much time as you need to gain Alexander’s favor but the latest would be in a month.”
You’re already winning so what’s the point in waiting? 
It’s been a month, over a month.
You just want to go home already.
“Can you call him?”
Jungkook looks for his phone. “What for?”
“Tell him to come earlier,” you say, body turned over towards him, cheek against the pillow, eyes drowsy. “In a week. I don’t…Karl has…I want him dead.”
For a second his thumb hovers over his phone to look back over at you and there he finds, the little girl he’s seen holding her walls up so high not even a plane can cross over, beginning to crumble in just the slightest way.
You look exhausted.
The makeup does not hide the bags under your eyes, it doesn’t hide the exhaustion, how drained you are over all of this. And maybe a part of that is due to your insisting to stay awake when you needed sleep but a big part of it is the mission itself.
Every mission is a little different from the other, but Jungkook has come to know that every one of them involves someone who has sucked all that sweet girl energy out of you. They’ve all done you wrong and it can’t be easy. It can’t be easy having to face all of them one by one, trying to deal with it all, trying to rid of them, and ultimately as a result, hurting yourself in the process.
“Kook?” Your eyes went closed for a second but upon his silence, you open them up again in order to look up at him, and due to your exhaustion, he finds the pretty girl he once loved all those years ago with the smallest voice as if calling out for him in a sense of help.
“I-I’ll call.” He’s flustered, slightly, but hits the call button with his thumb and walks towards the bathroom. “Stay awake, alright? I won’t be away for too long.”
He closes the door behind him to start looking around for something just as Namjoon picks up on the other end.
“Jungkook?”
“Y/N wanted me to tell you to come earlier.”
“Earlier?” It’s surprising on his end because just the night before, you told him to stick to the original plan. “Did something happen?” Of course something must’ve happened for you to change your mind so quickly.
In some ways you’re just as stubborn as he is, so he knows you aren’t someone who will change your mind that easily.
“This afternoon, uh…” Jungkook hesitates, not sure if it’s okay to relay him the news but something tells him you probably expect Jungkook to not stay silent about it to the boys. They share everything with each other after all, and if you really cared, you wouldn’t have let him anywhere near you after what happened. “Karl, you know, after touching her when she felt uncomfortable?” He did mention the incident a few weeks ago to Namjoon already. “Well, Y/N took up his invitation to tea in order to catch up and stuff and I assume she pissed him off.”
Somehow, Namjoon expected that. After all, you hinted at doing something reckless during your call with him. 
“I’m not sure what happened exactly because I wasn’t there but Karl hit her.”
“What?” There’s some shuffling on the other end. “What do you mean hit her?”
“Not just once. She has bruises as a result.”
“Bruises?”
“I should get back to her, she might fall asleep but I’ll catch up with you later.” He doesn’t wait for Namjoon’s reply before cutting the call off and returning to your side out of worry that leaving you alone for too long won’t be good, and the fact that you might have actually fallen asleep on him.
Surprisingly you’re still awake, though your eyes are as droopy as they were when he left you.
“Can you turn over on your back?” Is the first thing he asks of you and you obey, turning over. The bed dips a little when he takes a seat beside you and that’s when you feel he begins to take your lashes off.
“You know there’s a lot of processes that go into taking off makeup, right?” You tell him when he takes the other one off.
“I know, bub, I’ve done it before.”
Right.
He’s helped you before.
“So just stay still, yeah? You don’t have to do anything.”
You listen to the lure of his voice, as soft as the way he used to speak to you all those years ago, and let your eyes close as he begins to swipe the makeup wipe over your face. It’s gentle the way he does it, almost as gentle as Dasom, and although he’s a little clumsy and isn’t as fast as she is, he does his best during it all.
When the makeup wipe is done, you feel your hair pushed back and a band coming over to keep it out of the way, then some sort of cloth on your chest and tied behind your neck.
Warm water walks over your face. Bits of it, not too much, not too little, so that you don’t get too wet anywhere else, and then the feel of soapy foam begins to rub in circles all over your face. The massage feels nice and you almost feel your consciousness slipping away but you keep awake to the touch of Jungkook’s hands.
About a minute later, he soaks a washcloth into water and starts to wipe the cleanser off you so that you don’t have to sit up and wash it off with water yourself.
It takes a moment but eventually, he gets it done, and then you feel a wet cotton pad swipe over next.
Something about all of this, the steps he memorized either for you from the past or the fact that he now does it himself regularly, feels rather domestic and just…soft.
And in your sleepy and tired state, you feel anything but uncomfortable, lured in with the feeling of basking on top of clouds with your head bathing under the warm sun with light little pitter patters of rain sprinkling over you.
You don’t know why you enjoy this so much despite how different it feels from when Dasom does it for you, but knowing that your trust is beginning to leak outside of Reapers somehow brings a sort of comfort you never thought you’d feel.
It’s a little frightening because trusting is always scary, especially for people that had once broken it, but for some reason, it just…feels right.
Somehow.
And maybe that’s because you know they were never at fault in the first place, that they were just forced into making an unwanted decision. 
Jung Hoseok would probably be in the same position as they were were he to realize the truth all those years ago. If he hadn’t gotten hurt on that mission. If he hadn’t been forced to lay on the infirmary bed in order to recover. If he hadn’t stood away from the six of them.
Even still, as you’ve said it plenty of times before, just because someone doesn’t mean them doesn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt.
In the safe space that they provided you, you were kicked out of your own comfort and forced to return to the hell you thought you had escaped.
“Why do you not cry?” His voice keeps you awake and when you look up at him through your lashes, eyes feeling quite dreary and heavy, he finds himself pausing in his ministrations as he stares down at you who’s looking up directly at him.
“Why do you ask that?” You return a question, voice just as soft.
Jungkook’s eyes trail down your face. “Karl…he…” he didn’t see what happened but the aftermath of it is right before his eyes. “And Leehyun and…..” He presses his lips together. “You have..so much to cry for.”
“...Do I now?”
“Is there nothing left?” He asks, a hand brushing back small strands of hair that tries to block your eyes.
You don’t nod because you’re too tired to move so you nod through a blink. “It’s all dried up.”
From the water that he used to clean your face, a drop falls from your lash and trails down your cheek, mirroring what a teardrop looks like, and then you say, “But…if I knew how to cry……do you think you deserve to see them?”
He doesn’t reply but you have your answer.
He doesn’t feel worthy.
This Jungkook and the Jungkook you once knew long ago are the same in the way they always feel unworthy of something. No matter how many times you can assure him, he will always think there is something he can do better, that he is undeserving, that he can never be enough.
But unlike idiots who simply say “I don’t deserve you” and go about their days after breaking your heart, Jungkook says it and steps up to do what he can to try and prove to himself that he can be someone deserving.
He always did all that he could and when there came a point when he looked as if he could finally come to terms with being at peace with his love for you, it was ripped away from him all too soon and now he’s back to square one, trying to prove himself.
Even if it isn’t in the form of love.
Jungkook will always care.
But even still,
“I still hate you.”
It comes out soft, it comes out quiet, and a little timid and a little brave, but you hadn’t meant for it to come out.
If you were wide awake, if you weren’t in such a vulnerable state, you would have never spoken those words to him. But because your consciousness is on the verge of slipping away, you speak them out loud for him to hear.
“I know.” And he replies in the same voice, the same softness, quiet, and timid, and brave.
He doesn’t leave your side even after those exchanges uttered unto each other and you fall asleep next to his presence, next to his comfort, next to his warmth.
.
.
.
Jungkook wasn’t there when Taehyung said he witnessed you sleepwalking but he said that it wasn’t the sort of sleepwalking you’d see in a normal person. He said you looked like a ghost more than anything, and that at times, you’d just stand still in the middle of the room and not move an inch.
No, not a ghost. A corpse.
And now here he is, after endless refusal to sleep and finally allowing your eyes to stay closed, he witnesses what Taehyung had meant.
A corpse standing still in the middle of the room, blanket over her shoulders, eyes staring up at the dim sky outside the window, blank and without any hint of life in them.
He watches you from a distance, a furrow in his brows, with his tongue bitten back and his fists clenched by his side.
Subtle anger lies in his heart, brewing, not at you but towards the world that has made you into the sort of person you are today. Or maybe it had always been this way, maybe you had always been hurting and he just never noticed, maybe it was always like this all along and maybe, perhaps, they made it worse when they left you all alone to fend for your own self.
Feeding you to the wolves.
He’s angry not just at the world but at himself and Jungkook knows that if the truth were to ever leave your lips about what actually happened to you, about all the things that you’ve gone through, he knows that this hatred he feels right now is only but a small fraction waiting to build up before it all breaks into the tiniest little pieces.
Shattering in the way he had broken you.
Shattered.
The world can only do so much but he encouraged it by standing by, by letting it all fall down onto you, by letting himself be convinced that you’d be fine, that everything would be alright.
But nothing turned out alright.
In the days and months and years that followed your absence, they returned to how things were, returned to loving one another, accepting one another, forgiving one another. But in those days and months and years, he can only imagine what sort of events you had to face.
While they had each other, while they always had each other to lean on, did you have anyone by your side?
The Reapers may be one thing, supporting you and giving you their utmost loyalty, but did they ever hold power over the things that happened to you in the way Namjoon could have handled it? In the way he would have handled it?
“Y/N?” You don’t answer him when he calls out to you but he expected that so he walks on over to where you’re standing.
You’re as still as ever, and he approaches with a careful, watchful gaze, hesitant when he reaches a finger over to you. 
A small touch to the blanket, just over your shoulder, and when you don’t freak out or move away from him, he puts two fingers. 
Then another.
Then another.
And when you don’t react to his hand, he proceeds to place a hand on your head and press it towards his chest.
You don’t resist.
“Come on, let’s head back to bed, yeah?” And understanding that you’re okay with him even in this lifeless state of yours, because he knows your body is capable of telling the people you trust and don’t trust apart, he puts his other hand under your knees and picks you up to carry you over back to the bed.
You comply well with him despite your unresponsive self, and when he tucks you back in with the blanket pulled over your chest, he looks back to see your eyes staring straight toward him. Empty yet lonely.
Vacant.
Not at him but through him, and his heart aches a little at the sight.
“You’re alright now,” Jungkook whispers. “You’re alright.”
If Hoseok had been here, would he have been able to do a better job looking after you?
Jungkook wishes he could have been better.
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Synopsis: Qatar seems worse than ever this year, and it’s especially not kind to F1’s female driver. The grid does what they can to help.
young female driver reader x 2023 F1 grid
A/N: For this one, reader will be 21, and have driven for aston martin since the beginning of 2021 with lance
You’ve driven in about 60 races in your 3 year F1 career so far, yet you’ve never raced in conditions like this before, and you hope you never will again.
Preparing for Qatar the weeks leading up for it, you could laugh at it now because no amount of simulator training or exercising could’ve readied you for the heat in Lusail.
You felt it as soon as you walked out of the airport; the gust of hot air that hit you in the face, the harsh evening sun beating down on you.
“Oh my god” You said to your teammate, pulling a pair of sunglasses out of your pocket. “I know,” Lance says, copying your actions. “This sprint is gonna suck” You groan. “I can’t wait”
The two of you immediately got into the cars waiting for you in the parking lot, and drove to the hotel you’d be hiding in until Thursday.
Media day was bad enough, having to spend hours doing interviews and sitting in to press conferences while trying to get any cool air near you.
“Is Qatar like this every year?” Oscar asked you while sitting alongside Charles, George, and Pierre in a conference.
“It’s been hot the last few years, but nothing like this, no” You answer honestly. “It was nowhere near this hot last year” George adds as the other two drivers nod.
You get through the rest of the day with a lot of water and the many surprisingly useful paper fans you and Lando made as a joke. Friday is dedicated to FP1 and Qualifying, and you end the practice in P11, qualifying P7.
The temperature was bearable that day, but you still left your car red-faced and sweaty afterwards. You talked with a few engineers and strategists before leaving to collect your things and go back to your hotel in hopes of getting some rest before the sprint the next day.
You walk into the paddock Saturday afternoon prepared to endure whatever the shootout and sprint was going to bring to you. You went P9 in the shootout after a stressful amount of track limit warnings, and spend the time before the sprint relaxing in your drivers room. You finished Saturday’s race P8 after defending against Pierre and Valtteri , and trying to overtake Alex in front of you.
You exited your car feeling as tired as you would after a normal race, and tried to show as much happiness as you could for both Max and Oscar after their race finishes.
After using your post-race interview to congratulate the two, you went back to your garage to finish the first race debrief of the weekend, and was sent back to your hotel with instructions to get more hydration and rest.
You thought you felt the worst of the heat earlier in the weekend, but you were proved wrong as you neared the Aston Martin garage Sunday evening.
Nobody could find decent shelter from the Qatari sun, and you were almost sweating by the time you were getting into your car.
You’d done as much possible as you could to prepare for this race, and now it was time to see if it was all worth it or not.
“Good luck, stay safe” Lance said, leaning over your car.
“Good luck, you too” You flip your visor down as your teammate gets into his car, and you’re given the signal to enter the pit lane.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” David Croft begins to commentate. “it is a scorching night out here in Qatar, our drivers have just finished their formation lap, we’re seconds away from driving into the night for 57 laps, it’s light’s out and away we go!”
You pull away from Esteban early and get close to Pierre, taking P6 by Lap 15, and are able to get out his DRS zone afterwards. Statistically, this was good, but physically, you were not feeling well inside your cockpit.
By the halfway mark, there was sweat running down your face, your throat was dry, and your entire body felt like it was overheating trapped inside the small space.
You tried flipping up your visor and adjusting your gloves to get some more airflow, but both methods proved ineffective, leaving you with no fresh air.
By the time you were nearing the end of the race, every turn made your head spin, every straight blew more hot air into your cockpit, and the constant effort of defending against the two Alpine’s behind you was draining your energy.
Your vision was starting to go in and out as you finished your last laps, and you crossed the checkered flag with a sigh of relief, not even caring Pierre overtook you and left you in P7.
It took everything inside you not to black out during the cool down lap, and you could barely manage to maneuver the car into perc ferme.
Drivers were sitting up and getting out of their cars all around you, but you couldn’t find any energy to leave yours. You sat in your car, head leaning against the steering wheel, breathing heavy, as other drivers started to notice.
“Y/n? Are you okay?” Pierre kneels by your car, labored breathing and accent thicker than usual. You shake your head, the small movement making your head pound, and groan.
“Y/n, c’mon, I will help, give me your steering wheel” The driver persists, holding out his hand.
You oblige, as Pierre shouts towards the cars in the front. “Charlie! Venez ici! (come here)
As Charles makes his way from his Ferrari to your car, you begin to sit up and wrap your hands around the halo to pull yourself into a standing position. You move to sit on top of your car after your vision gets dizzy and you start to lose balance.
“What’s wrong? Are you two okay?” The Monagasque asks before you shake your head once again.
“I’m fine, I don’t think she is. Here, put one of her arms around your shoulders” Pierre instructs as he reaches out to help you step off the car.
Despite themselves finishing the same grueling race, the two men move you to sit on the ground before doing the same.
George notices, and comes over with four bottles of water to join you three sitting against the Aston Martin car. The four of you pull off your helmets and balaclavas to chug the water George brought, too tired to move anywhere else.
You’re still dizzy, your hands are shaking, and your body is still overheated, but you’re done with the race and you have water, and those things seem to be the only ones that matter.
“You guys okay?” George asks from beside Charles.
“No”
Charles and Pierre shake theirs heads. “Me either,but shouldn’t we, like, go get weighed and stuff?”
You wave a hand dismissively and take another sip of water. The British man nods again. “Yeah, you’re right”
After a few more minutes of sitting on the ground against your car and listening to all the action around you, the four of you stand up to complete the post race procedures and go to the media pen.
“Y/n, how was your race? Are you happy with P7?” The journalist asks you, pointing the microphone towards you.
“Yeah, I’m happy with it. The race was really tough though, I was really struggling towards the end to finish the race and bring the car in”
“A lot of people think Qatar should be moved in the schedule, or taken off completely. What do you think about that?”
“I think it should definitely be moved to either earlier or later in the year. I know I wasn’t the only driver struggling out here, and it’s not safe that we race like this” You reply honestly.
“I agree, Y/n. Good race today, get some rest” The woman smiles at you, and you’re glad to be able to head back to your garage.
After about thirty minutes, Lance joins you and the rest of the engineers in the debrief room, and takes a seat next to you.
“Holy shit” He says.
“Yeah”
“Never again” You agree.
something short and sweet for the all the pain qatar brought earlier this year
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marvelavengerspovs1 · 2 months
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Stress Relief
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!reader
Warnings: None, this is all fluff!
Length: 869
Summary: After deciding to go back to school for college you find that it is a lot more stressful than you imagined. Luckily, Bucky is there to help you.
A/N: Hi! This is my first-ever post, so any critiques are welcomed!
I do not give consent for my work to be translated, copied, or sold!
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Bucky watches you from the couch. You’re sitting at the dining room table working on an assignment for your calculus class. When you decided you wanted to get a college degree, Bucky was supportive of you. You decided that while being a medical assistant was nice, you wanted to work to become a doctor. Part of the reason was that the Avengers agreed to hire you after graduation.
It’s the start of the 2nd semester and you’re only 2 weeks in but the stress is already getting to you. You want to stay on top of your grades and not burn out, but it is getting increasingly difficult. Now you’re using what used to be your free days as study days surrounded by printed assignments, textbooks, and your laptop. 
“Oh my god, this is so stupid!” You scream and throw your pencil down and cradle your head in your now empty hands.
“Are you ok doll?”  Bucky asks from the couch.
You just take a deep breath and rest your head on the cool surface of the table. Bucky takes that as a no and gets up from the couch to sit next to you.
He places his hand on the small of your back and rubs small slow circles. “Do you want to talk about it?”
You shake your head and wince when the side of your head hits the corner of the textbook. “Maybe it was a mistake to go back to school.”
Bucky stares at your deflated figure. “Don’t say that doll. This is only right now, you’re not going to regret it once you walk that stage and start med school.”
You tilt your head and look at him. “I just hate calculus.”
Bucky laughs. “I’m glad I never had to take it. Here, let me look, it can’t possibly be that hard.”
You lift your head so that Bucky can look at your notebook with your notes and the scrap paper you used to solve the equation.
Bucky’s eyebrows quickly furrow. “What the fuck is that symbol?”
You look at the paper to see what he’s pointing at. The equation is a limit function.
You laugh. “Oh, that just means you have to find the limit as x approaches -2 of that equation.”
Bucky looks at you with a lost expression. “Doll, maybe you should just take a break.”
You shake your head. “I can’t. This is due next Wednesday and it’s already Tuesday.”
Bucky smiles at you. One of the many things he loves about you is how you like to get things done in advance.
“Doll, it won’t be long. You just need a little break to clear your mind. You’ve been working since 7:00 this morning and it’s already 6:00.” 
“Ok, but only for a little bit. I want to get this done.”
“I promise.” Bucky grabs your hands and helps you get up from the dining room.
Bucky gently guides you to the couch and makes you sit down. He goes and grabs a blanket for you and two beers from the fridge. Bucky lays the blanket on you and hands you one of the beers before going to the door.
“What are you doing?” You ask him.
“Just wait, doll,” Bucky says and there’s a knock on your door.
Bucky opens the door and you see a delivery driver hand him a bag of your favorite Chinese takeout. While most of the food is not authentic Chinese food, you couldn’t deny how delicious it was.
“When did you order this?” You ask once Bucky sits down next to you and places the food on the table in front of you.
“I ordered about half an hour ago. I knew you didn’t eat any lunch and were going to be hungry soon.” His point was made when you both heard your stomach growl.
You lean forward to kiss him and grab a box that’s filled with orange chicken. “Thank you Bucky, this is really sweet.”
Bucky smiles and kisses you again. “Anything for my doll.”
You and Bucky eat the takeout he ordered and watch trashy reality TV. You laugh as you see Bucky yelling at the TV that everyone is lying to each other and that they shouldn’t trust people so easily. But when you’re not looking, Bucky stares at you. He looks at the way your eyes crinkle when you smile and laugh, the way you blush when you catch him looking at you, and how hot you look while you’re wearing his sweater.
You look at your phone and realize that it is now 7:15. “Ok Buck, I have to get back to my work.”
Bucky pouts and grabs your wrist as you start to get up. “One more thing Doll.”
You smile down at him as he pulls you to straddle his lap. “And what is that?”
He puts his left hand on your hip and his other on the back of your neck. He pulls you in for a long kiss but lets you go once you start to melt into him. “Go finish your assignments before I have my way with you.”
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𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 • 𝐝𝐚𝐝! 𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞
Based on this scenario I got: No but imagine Kylian and you comparing baby pics😭😭😭 And you guys play fight about how your baby will look more like. Omg he makes a side by side of you two , and posts it as a poll. He asks his followers who they think has the stronger genes. Omg and when you’re baby is finally born she looks exactly like Kylian, but as she gets older she has the same face moles that you have. When he finally posts the baby his caption is, “well I guess my competitiveness has no limits. Cause our baby looks exactly like me. It looks like I gave birth to her myself🫃🏽🤣”
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Genre: fluff
Pairing: kylian mbappe x f reader, dad! Kylian
Warning: none really. Kylian being a meanie I guess
Author note: I write so slow, Sorry. Also I didn't mean to make the reader white. It's just the picture. You can insert yourself as a POC
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Enjoy
You held your daughter in your arms admiring her. An hour ago you just gave birth. Amelia Mbappe is her name. You and kylian waited months for her and she was finally here in your arms. You couldn’t stop staring at her.
“Can’t believe she’s real.” Kylian had a smile on his face. He walked over to the hospital bed, looking down at the little baby. He had his shirt off ready for skin to skin with her.
“I know I can’t believe it either.” You whispered. You leaned down placing a soft kiss on the top of Amelia’s head that was covered in tiny brown locks.
“kylian sat down in the bed beside you. You gently handed Amelia over to him. Instantly kylian tensed up. he’s held plenty of babies before, and sure he was gentle with them all, but this time… this time it was different.
This was his baby. His own bundle of joy He created with you. She was so tiny and fragile. He was afraid he was going to break her.
“Support her head.”
You watched as kylian rested Amelia’s head on his arm. The baby cooed softly, stirring but not waking.
“She’s so perfect.”
“Yeah, she’s your mini me.” You said. Kylian looked up at you. “you’re not wrong there.” Kylian laughed. “Remember when we debated on how she was going to look?”
You chuckled. “Oh yeah I remember like it was yesterday.
Flashback to three years before
“Who do you think our future kids will look like more?” You whispered into the darkness.
You and kylian were wide awake at 1am due to your mid day naps. Now the most random topics were being thrown out to make up for it. This one caught kylian off guard.
“Our future kids huh?”
“Yeah..” you sat up, leaning against your hand to look at kylian the best you could with the help of the moonlight streaming through the window.
“You want kids right?” Kylian hummed a yes so you continued. “So who do you think they’ll look like more? Me or you?”
“well.” A sigh left kylian lips. He rested his hands behind his head. He had a smirk on his face which shows you he’s about to say something you’ll most likely hate.
“I think our kids will look like me. You know my family genes are strong Chéri.”
“Hey!” You knitted your eyebrows ”You think my family doesn’t have good genes?”
“I’m not saying they don’t, but mine are stronger therefore mine will win and our kids will look just like me.”
You scoffed, hitting kylian chest. “I cannot believe you right now.”
You laid back down on your back with a huff.
“well you wanted my opinion Mon amour, so I gave it.” Kylian pulled you into his chest. His hand stroked your lower back. You relaxed into his touch.
“Well we’ll see. I do think they’ll look more like me though.” You muttered while sleep started to take over you.
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“I was really hoping she’d look like me, but unfortunately you were right. Your genes are stronger.”
Kylian let out a laugh. “don’t worry, maybe our next kid will look just like you.”
Amelia started to fuss in Amelia’s arms. She was hungry. You took her back in your arms to start feeding.
A few weeks had passed since you had Amelia. Everyday with her has been a joy for you and kylian. She was a calm baby, rarely ever fussed or cried which you both were very grateful for.
This morning you both were up at 9am due to feeding Amelia. As the girl feed in your arms you and kylian sat up against the headboard.
“Do you think it’s time to introduce her to the world?” kylian asked. He looked up at you waiting for an answer.
Everyone knew you had the baby already. It wasn’t a secret since kylian told social media as soon as you made it home from the hospital. They have yet to see Amelia’s face though. You wanted to give her some privacy and only show her face a little bit.
“Do you think it’s time?” you asked Kylian. You began to burp her because she was done eating.
“Yeah. It’s been a couple of weeks. I think we should give the world a little glimpse of our Ange.” Kylian ran his large hand over Amelia’s tiny back as she rested on your chest.
“Well let’s show her.”
Kylian scrolled through several pictures of you and Amelia he took over the past few weeks before he settled on one to post on Instagram.
He began typing a caption.
Well I guess my competitiveness has no limits. Cause our baby looks exactly like me. It looks like I gave birth to her myself
Kylian laughed as he finished typing. You looked at him with a frown. “What?”
All kylian did was shake his head while he pressed post.
“Don’t worry about it.” He placed his phone on the bedside table and took Amelia from your arms. “Now lemme cuddle with Ma princesse.” He placed several gentle kisses on her head before laying down with her.
You picked up your phone opening social media. The first thing to pop up was kylian post. You read the caption.
“Ky, are you serious?” you rolled your eyes and turned to your husband. He was smirking. “je suis désolé mon amour.” I’m sorry love
“Sure you are.”
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Through the Phone - Lando Norris
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Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader
Warnings: 18+, Smut, Phone Sex
A/N: This is set at the beginning of the 2022 season after Lando just moved to Monaco. This was my inspiration
You heard your phone vibrate from the coffee table as you sat, glass of wine in hand, scrolling endlessly through netflix trying to find something to watch to cure your boredom. You leant forward to grab your phone seeing that you’d received a message from Lando. Yours and Lando’s relationship was, for lack of a better word, complicated. From the outside looking in everyone would have thought you were a couple, a very in love couple at that. Anytime you were even so much as in the same room as one another you would gravitate towards each other unknowingly,  And once you were beside each other that was never enough. Hands would come to leave gentle touches, arms would find themselves holding the other closer, just anything to feel the comfort of the other. And once alcohol was added into the mix everything would be escalated. Subtle touches turned into kisses and holding one another as close as possible, hands leaving no area untouched, no care in the world at who would see. However, you and Lando would adamantly deny that anything was going on, claiming to just be “best friends who fuck”. And you did that. A lot. Anytime he would come home after a race it would be your place he would be headed to rather than his own, it had become almost routine at this point. He would show up, debrief you about the weekend, all the while the pair of you would get closer and closer on the sofa until you were straddled over his lap making a comment about either congratulating him for a good weekend or comforting him for a bad one.
And it worked for the pair of you, the arrangement you had in place was perfect. That was until he decided to move to Monaco. 3 races into the season and you were missing your post race debriefs more than you ever would have thought. Sure the pair of you had still seen each other when he’d came to the UK for McLaren related work but it wasn’t the same.  Mostly when you’d seen him it had been in a group surrounding, him wanting to make the most of his limited time back by seeing everyone he could, which meant there was only rare occasions when you would see each other one on one. Even when he did spend the night at yours he was often gone before you even woke up the next morning. It wasn’t only the sex you missed but also the comfort of your best friend, you even strangely missed the smoke alarm waking you up in the morning because he was trying to be sweet and make you breakfast in bed.
You slid open the message from Lando.
I miss you :(
As soon as you opened the message you noticed the three dots at the bottom indicating that he was still typing. After waiting a couple minutes for him to type his next message to no avail you decided to reply to him, opening the thread still seeing the typing dots.
if this is you writing to confess your undying love for me could you speed it up a bit i’m getting bored over here.
oh and i guess i SLIGHTLY miss you too
You loved winding him up and how easily you could do it. You just knew he was currently sitting in his apartment getting all huffy over your response to him missing you.
Wasn’t going to confess my love was going to invite you to the race next weekend but now I’m not.
so you admit it you do love me you’re just not confessing your love for me? thanks so sweet
fine guess i’ll just hit up daniel for tickets then
You’re so annoying, don’t even pretend like you’d rather go with him than me
thought you uninvited me huh?
maybe i could be persuade to come with you instead, show me why i’d have a better time with you, what can you give me that danny can’t?
You knew the exact way to work him to where you wanted him to be. Anytime you would even mention another guys name to him he would instantly become jealous and possessive over you in the hottest way possible. And you wanted to have your fun. At some point during your exchange you had subconsciously made your way to your bedroom and you were now laid on your bed.
I think you know exactly what I can give you that Danny can’t.
told you to show me, it’s been too long i need a reminder
As soon as Lando received your message he knew exactly what you were getting at, the thought of you being so needy to see him was enough to start making him hard. He discarded his joggers and boxers in a pile on the floor, stroking himself a few times making to get himself fully hard before clicking on his camera app. He quickly put the camera in video mode and hit record, stroking himself up and down, gathering his precum to help ease his strokes. Behind the camera he was letting moans fall from his lips. “Think Danny could give you this?” He give himself a squeeze as he spoke, drops of cum spilling from his tip as he did so “Think he’d know how to please you like I do? Know how to get you screaming and keep going for hours?” He was back to working his hand up and down, keeping his movements steady not wanting to go to fast in fears of finishing before you could watch and respond to the video. He stopped his recording and immediately sent it to you without even adding any additional text along with it.
As soon as you saw that Lando had sent you a video you knew that you were going to be in for a treat. You didn’t even hesitate before opening it, the image that filled your screen causing a light “fuck” to fall from your lips. Everything about the site made you grow instantly wet from his dick out on full display, showing you just how needy he was for you to join him, to the veins running prominently up his hand in arm getting more visible as he continued to stroke himself. Absentmindedly your hand wandered down your body and into the shorts you were wearing. Your fingers started to rub over your folds before you even had a chance to consider recording it and sending it back to Lando. However you wanted more from him and you knew to get it you would have to send something his way. You swiftly removed your shorts quickly bringing your fingers back to where you needed them most. You picked up your phone with your free hand quickly setting up the camera and hitting record. “Shit, Lan, you’ve got me so wet.” You let out breathily. You were rubbing your fingers through your folds covering your fingers in your juices before you slid one in. As you inserted it you leaned forward making sure to give the camera a good show. You were quick to add another finger pumping them in and out of you at the same pace Lando had been stroking himself. “Fucking listen to it.” You moved the camera closer to your centre so it would pick up the audio that your fingers were creating from pushing in and out of you. You stopped recording and sent over the video. Within minutes of him receiving the video you got a face time request.  
You picked up his cheeky grin filling the screen before he quickly turned the camera round. “Fuck babe, tell me again why I moved away from you. Wish you were here right now, not the same getting off alone.” His hand was stroking up and down his hard penis, his thumb brushing the tip to collect his precum before rubbing it over his member. Your heavy breaths were all that filled his ears, the sound encouraging him to move faster. You still had your camera facing you and from the look on your face Lando could tell you were getting closer to your climax. Your fingers were still working behind the camera. You bit your lip before bringing your fingers up to your mouth and sucking on the middle and index, making a show off it. A loud moan escaped Lando at the sight of it. “Ugh I wanna taste you babe, bet you taste so sweet.” You slowly dragged your fingers from your mouth. “You know I always do. Can’t wait to be back with you and get to suck my juices of your dick instead of my fingers.” That caused Lando’s hips to buck up at a faster pace.
You slowly trailed your fingers down your body, following along with your camera before leaning forward and propping your phone up at the end of your bed so that Lando could get a view of your entire body. You brought your hands back to where you wanted them most, slowly you slipped your fingers in making sure to give the camera a good view, bringing your other hand to rub circles on your clit. You moved your fingers in and out slowly curling them to hit your sweet spot, moans slipping past your lips and filling the room. Every time you looked to see Lando’s hand moving quickly bringing him closer to his release you got more turned on, knowing the effect you had on him even from miles away. “Gonna fuck you so good when we’re together again.” His breathy voice was broken up my moans. “Can’t wait to feel you squeezing me, gonna fill you up. Getting so close baby, gonna cum.” You were close to your release too, his low moans were now all you could hear spurring you on.
“Fuck.” You looked up and saw the white spurts releasing from his tip and falling on his lower torso and that was enough to push you over the edge. Your head fell back as you reached your own release, your fingers working you through. After you came down and regained your breath you reached for your phone. “So I guess I’ll see you next weekend then.” He said  flipping the camera so it was now on his face. You both lay discussing your plans to go visit him and before you knew it you had flights booked to be with him when he arrived on the Wednesday, both of you knowing neither would able to last till the weekend. 
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dreamchasernina · 1 month
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The problem with having Kyoshi come in in the second episode to fight Aang’s battle for him.
And this is a long post so please bear with me.
I know a lot of people saw that scene as badass and cool, because they love Kyoshi. But can we just look at this objectively and agree that scene ruined every mystery there was about exactly what Aang was capable of, while also eliminating every limitation Avatar state had?
The original show showed very slowly what the avatar state was capable of doing, every single time it was very short, it came in only when Aang’s life was in danger or his emotions overwhelmed him, and it took a toll on Aang’s physical state. The first time we truly see what a fully realized avatar is capable of is in the Avatar Roku episode, episode 8! Where something similar happens, Roku takes over Aang’s body and fights for him. But it’s so short, it’s like 2 minutes long because there’s a time limit, it happens only because it’s the solstice and Avatar Roku can’t move. He stays in the same spot but shows exactly what Aang will be capable once he can control the avatar state, just in those 2 minutes (maybe even less).
The next time we see Aang’s great potential is in the series finale, when he merges with the ocean spirit and turns into a giant Koi fish, wiping a whole fire nation army. That’s when we see what Aang is truly capable of, even if it was with the help of the ocean spirit. That’s when we are shocked to see the great power Aang holds. But the show is still clever about it, in the very next episode it emphasizes that Aang still doesn’t know how to enter the avatar state or how to control it. It also adds in the same episode a restriction, a vulnerability, that even though the avatar state makes Aang incredible powerful, it also puts the Avatar cycle at risk. That’s how clever the OG show was. It answers the question and rose right after they showed the full potential of the avatar state, why doesn’t Aang just go into the avatar state right now and defeat the fire lord? It’s all explained so well.
The live action just destroyed everything that made the avatar state special in the second episode! Aang has no problem contacting Kyoshi, he doesn’t have to wait for the solstice, he doesn’t have to get into the temple in the fire nation, fighting his way in, he doesn’t have to wait for the sun to hit Roku’s statue, no, he just goes to Kyoshi island and contacts Kyoshi so easily. And Kyoshi has no problem taking over his body and fighting for him. There are no restrictions, Kyoshi just came back to life, full power, moves around the island however she likes, there’s no time limit, it’s all pretty easy. And that’s when you get rid of the mystery of what is Aang truly capable of. In the second episode! And there are almost no restrictions. Aang just has to be in that Avatar’s shrine to be able to contact him and let him take over his body. Literally the first thing Aang does when he arrives at the north is ask avatar Kuruk to take over his body and fight the fight for him. You see how that’s a problem? How you main character doesn’t have to work and progress and learn anything to be able to defeat the big bad, when he can just summon that great power at will whenever he wants? Aang doesn’t learn waterbending at all the first season! And why should he? He took out the whole fire nation army in the second episode!
And the next time Aang enters the avatar state in the live action is when he merges with the ocean spirit, just like in the show, but he wills it, it doesn’t happen because of Aang’s emotion, nope, it’s already established that Aang can pretty much enter the avatar state whenever he wants. But the show goes out of its way to explain to us that it’s not Aang in there, he’s gone, it’s something else, some kind of a monster. Taking away any agency Aang ever had. Which mean, we never really see Aang fight and showcase his capabilities. I think he truly fights only against Bumi and just a little bit against some fire nation soldiers in the blue spirit part and the siege on the north, which does nothing to show us exactly how powerful Aang was.
Forget the avatar state, Aang was pretty fucking badass without it throughout the first season too. Almost every episode showed us exactly what Aang can do with just one element, him kicking Zuko’s ass over and over, battling a volcano, fighting the pirates, fighting Zhao and so much more. So when you saw Aang kick ass with just air, you couldn’t wait to see what he’d be able to do with all 4. And none of that is in this show.
Aang doesn’t learn ANYTHING in this live action. He isn’t limited in any way. He can summon the avatar state at will, talk to every avatar, let them take over his body, he can enter the spirit world without a problem, and get out of it too. He doesn’t even learn waterbending, the only clear goal Aang had since the second episode of the OG show!
So when you give away the mistery of the true power the avatar holds in your second episode, and don’t even show me what Aang can do without it, there’s no anticipation in the audience to see Aang’s true potential. We see Aang get more powerful with every season and that’s exciting! That’s what makes the show fun! And we only see the glimpse of Aang’s true power is with the Avatar state until the very last episode of the OG, that’s why when Aang enters the avatar state and absolutely devours Ozai it was exciting, and shocking and fucking exhilarating. If that same scene happens in the live action, it will have 10% of the impact the original had, because you already showed me what the avatar can do, you showed me Kyoshi fucking flying and blasting everyone, why would I find it exciting when Aang eventually does it?
It’s just bad writing 101 and I don’t get how, with the budget they had, they made such amateur mistakes.
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[네이버 포스트] 박지민 소환! 외치면 방림이가 뿅!하고 사진을 가져오는 마법 ◟ (ˊᗜ ˋ) ◞ (@ https://m.post.naver.com/viewer/postView.naver?volumeNo=35795901&memberNo=51325039)
#BTS #방탄소년단 #지민 #Jimin #Jimin_FACE
[Naver Post] Summoning Park Jimin! If you shout this out loud, Bangbell will poof! in and bring pictures just like magic ◟ (ˊᗜ ˋ) ◞
#BTS #Jimin #Jimin_FACE
Naver Post Translation
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[BTS] Jimin ‘FACE’ 앨범 활동을 꽉꽉 담은 비하인드!
[BTS] A behind-the-scenes filled to the brim with activities for Jimin’s ‘FACE’
아-하!
Hi-A!*
(T/N: Stands for ‘Hi ARMY’, which is how Bangbell always starts these posts.)
✧。٩(ˊᗜˋ)و✧*。
아미들! 안녕~ 안녕~ 안녕하세요?! 방림이가 돌아왔습니다,, 오랜만에 아미 여러분들의 월요병을 치유하기 위해서 월요병 치료사 방림이 힘차게 입! 짱! ㄴ 나가 ㄴ 들어와
ARMYs! Hello~ Hello~ Hello?! Bangbell has returned,, Bangbell, a therapist who treats the Mondays, is! here! after a long time to cure all your guys’ cases of the Mondays ㄴ Get out ㄴ Come on in
ꉂꉂ(ᵔᗜᵔ)
오늘 포스트 주인공은요,,?! 다들 알겠지만! 한. 번. 더 짚고 넘어가 줘야 하는 게 인지상정 ^-’* 너무나 다양하고 다양했던 지민의 ‘FACE’ 솔로 앨범 활동기 비하인드!
The main character of today’s post is,,?! You all probably already know! But it’s just human nature to point it out one. more. time ^-’* This is the behind-the-scenes of the activity period for Jimin’s solo album ‘FACE’ and the many different things he did
하,,~ 에라 모르겠다,, ㅋ (냅다 한숨) 걍 방림이가 아미들 줄라고 다 가져와버렸음,,~ ㅋ 난 몰라잉 ㅋ,, 아미들이 걍 따봉 날려주면 방림이는 그걸로 행복혀,,
Ha,,~ what the heck,, Ha (deep sigh) Bangbell just brought everything for ARMYs,,~ Ha I don’t knowww ha,, If ARMYs just send a thumbs up Bangbell will be happy with that,,
아. 아. (확성기) 지금부터 내려도 내려도 끝이 없는 스크롤의 향연이 시작될 예정입니다. 아미 여러분들은 심호흡을 하신 후에 스크롤을 내려주시기 바람미다. ◟ (ˊᗜ ˋ) ◞ ◟ (ˊᗜ ˋ) ◞ ◟ (ˊᗜ ˋ) ◞ (대충 모바일로 박지민 소환술 하는 중) ◟ (ˊᗜ ˋ) ◞ ◟ (ˊᗜ ˋ) ◞ ◟ (ˊᗜ ˋ) ◞
Ah. Ah. (megaphone) From this point forward there will be a scroll feast that doesn’t end no matter how far down you go. ARMYs after you’ve taken a deep breath please scroll down.
◟ (ˊᗜ ˋ) ◞ ◟ (ˊᗜ ˋ) ◞ ◟ (ˊᗜ ˋ) ◞ (Trying to summon Park Jimin on mobile) ◟ (ˊᗜ ˋ) ◞ ◟ (ˊᗜ ˋ) ◞ ◟ (ˊᗜ ˋ) ◞
시-작!
Go!
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제일 처음 아미들에게 보여줄 모습은요! 앨범 준비하는 뿅아리 아니 콩알지민? 아니 그냥 귀여운 지민으로 하자 왜냐면 귀여우니까 (끄덕)
This is the very first thing I’ll show ARMYs! It’s chick, no bean Jimin? preparing for his album Nah let’s just go with cutie Jimin Because he’s cute (nods)
매일매일 춤 연습과 라이브 연습,,,? 박지민,,,, 닮고 싶다,,, (아무래도 방림이는 절대 그렇게 못하니까)
Dance practice and live performance practice every single day,,,? I want to,,,, be like Park Jimin,,, (Bangbell can’t do that no matter what)
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“Photographed, taped/filmed or recorded at the NEW 42ND STREET Studios”
갑자기 지구 반대편에서 나타난 지민 baby였다가 멋있어지는 사람..? 본 적 있음? 저 방금 봤어요 저 위에 있는 사람임
Jimin has suddenly appeared on the opposite side of the world He was a baby and then he was so cool..? Have you ever seen something like that before? I just saw it That person above
괜히 갭사이신이라는 별명 붙여진 게 아니다 진짜 근데 팰런쇼 무대 하기 전에도 연습과.. 또 연습과.. 찐막의 연습과,,,, 연습지민 그냥 고유명사로 진행시켜
There’s a reason he’s nicknamed the god of duality But even before performing on the Fallon Show he practices.. and practices.. and practices one last time,,,, Let’s just make Practice Jimin a proper noun
ദി ᷇ ᵕ ᷆ ദി
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팰런쇼 녹화 당일! 기다리면서 기타도 띵가띵가 쳐보구요 (귀.여.워.)
Recording day for the Fallon Show! While he waits he plays around on the guitar (c.u.t.e.)
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하,,, 잠시만. 일단. 아미들 심장 아플까 봐 무대 사진은 한 장만 먼저,, 올릴게요,, 아직,, 많은 음악방송 사진들이 있으니까,,, (아미들 열 올려) (???) 벌써부터 눈물 콧물 기절하면 안된다구,,
Ha,,, wait a second. First of all. I’m worried that ARMYs’ hearts may hurt so I’m just going to post one photo,, first,, There are still,, lots of pictures from the music shows,,, (ARMYs are you feeling feverish) (???) You can’t be passing out with teary eyes and a runny nose already,,
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박지민하면 아무래도 모니터링하는 모습 빼먹을 수 없거든요..
When you think of Park Jimin you can’t leave out him monitoring himself..
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그리고 갑자기 단짠 모습의 자켓촬영 현장 보여주면서 아미들 정신없게 만들기 (??)
Making ARMYs lose it by suddenly showing them his sweet and salty looks on the set of the jacket shooting (??)
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그리고 갑자기 Set Me Free Pt.2 지민 보여주면서 아미들 혼절시키기 (???) 하지만 아직 아미들을 만족시키려면 멀었다구 방림 ㄴ 나도 알고 있으니까 얼른 스크롤을 내려보r..
And making ARMYs swoon while suddenly showing them Set Me Free Pt.2 Jimin (???) But Bangbell there’s still a long way to go before ARMYs are satisfied ㄴ I already know that so I’m going to scroll down right away..
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뭐야? 또 이 사람이 먼저 꼬시는데요 물론 제가 그냥 먼저 넘어가기는 했는데요.. 방림이 시절,,, Latte는 치통샷이였는데 말여,, 지민이 하니깐 그냥 꽃받침 그 잡채네,,~ 스껄,,~
What is this? This person is being a flirt again Of course I was the first one to just move on.. The days of Bangbell,,, Back in my day, this was known as a toothache shot But since it’s Jimin this is definitely a flower, ~skrr,,~
하 ,, ,,,,, ,, ,,~~,,,,~,,,,,,,˃̵ࡇ˂̵ 이제부터 뭘 올려야 될지 지금 약간 이제 고민이 되는데요,,,, 왜냐면.. 지금부터 다 지민이 예쁘고 귀엽고 멋있을 테니까,,, (당연함) 방림이 마우스가 클릭하는 그것이… 손이 먼저 가는 그 사진이 먼저 공개다… (비장)
Ha ,, ,,,,, ,, ,,~~,,,,~,,,,,,,˃̵ࡇ˂̵ I’m currently thinking about what I should ah uh um post from this point forward Because.. From this point on, Jimin will be very pretty and cute and cool,,, (of course) Bangbell’s mouse clicks… The picture that caught my eye first will be the first one up… (determined)
ok. 음악방송 지민 먼저 Let’s go.
ok. First up music broadcast Jimin. Let’s go.
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무대 아래에서 또 이렇게 하염없이 귀엽지,,, (+ 깨알 EOTD 그리는 뽀쨕 지민은 뽀너쓰)
This man is being relentlessly cute again below the stage,,, (+ Bonus: Cutie Jimin drawing a tiny EOTD*)
(T/N: Stands for ‘Emotion of the Day,’ which was a series of cute graphics and photos released during Jimin’s ‘FACE’ promotions.)
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무대 위 박지민이 또 찢었다. (진지) 박지민 소환술 안 기다릴 수가 없음.. 당장 제 옆에라도 나타나주시면 안 될까요? (겠냐)
Park Jimin tore up the stage again. (serious) I can’t help but wait for the Park Jimin summoning magic.. Can’t he just appear next to me right now? (I don’t think so)
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하지만 그는 아미밖에 모르는 바보입니다. 방림이는 지민밖에 모르는 바보입니다. ㄴ 엥 그냥 바보 같은데요. ㄴ 조용히 하세요.
But he’s a fool who only knows ARMY. Bangbell is a fool who only knows Jimin. ㄴ Hey, I think you’re just a fool. ㄴ Be quiet.
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그러나,,, 늘 그렇듯,, 방탄 사랑,, 방탄에게 졌다고 한다,, (이길 수 없음을 잘 알고있음) 스윗한 형아들에게 사랑받는 뿅아리 단 두 장으로 사람을 울릴 수가 있나? 그럴 수도 있으니 각오해라 방림이 눈물샘은 이미 오픈된 지 오래임 ( ᵕ‧̯ᵕ̥̥ )
But,,, As always,, BTS’ love,, I’ve lost to BTS,, (I know very well that I can’t win) Our chick receives lots of love from his sweet hyungs Can I make people cry with just two photos? Probably so I’m going to try
Bangbell’s tear ducts have been open for a while now ( ᵕ‧̯ᵕ̥̥ )
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스튜디오 춤에서도 멋있었던 지민 못 참아 나 진짜 못 참아요 (????)
I can’t hold back this cool Jimin from STUDIO CHOOM I seriously can’t hold back (????)
-예고 없이 귀여운 지민이 나타나 놀랄 수 있습니다 -
-You may be surprised by this unexpected cute Jimin -
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플레이리스트 찍는데 누가 이렇게 귀엽지요? 정답은 박지민입니다.
Who’s being this cute while filming their playlist video? The correct answer is Park Jimin.
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①월의 새로운 시작의 설렘 만큼 。 ②월의 봄을 기다리는 마지막 추위만큼 。 ③월의 처음 맞이하는 첫 비만큼 。 ④월의 화창한 날씨만큼 。 ⑤월의 푸르른 새싹들 만큼 。 ⑥월의 싱그러운 향기만큼 。 ⑦월의 길어지는 해 만큼 。 ⑧월의 강렬한 더위만큼。 ⑨월의 식어가는 마지막 더위만큼 。 ①ⓞ월의 첫 단풍의 화려함 만큼 。 ①①월의 아름다운 첫눈의 설렘만큼 。。 ①②월은 새롭게 시작할 ①년을 기다리는 마음만큼 。。 ☆∴‥★..∵∴‥☆∴‥★ ①년 ①②개월 ③⑥⑤일 귀여운 박지민 최고♡ ★‥∴☆‥∴∵..★‥∴☆
①As much as the excitement for the new start of January 。 ②As much as the final cold of February that waits for spring 。 ③As much as the fall of the first rain of March 。 ④As much as the sunny weather of April 。 ⑤As much as the green sprouts of May 。 ⑥As much as the fresh scent of June 。 ⑦As much as the lengthening days of July 。 ⑧As much as the intense heat of August 。 ⑨As much as the cooling of the final heat of September 。 ①ⓞAs much as the brilliant beginnings of the first fall foliage of October 。 ①①As much as the excitement over the beautiful first snowfall of November 。 ①②As much as the feeling of waiting for the ①year to start anew in December 。 ☆∴‥★..∵∴‥☆∴‥★ ①Year ①②Months ③⑥⑤Days of cute Park Jimin is the best♡ ★‥∴☆‥∴∵..★‥∴☆
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5분도 안 돼서 걸려버린 머리를모아님..? 다음에 픽시드 또 나갈 일 있으면 방림이를 찾아오도록 해요? ❛˓◞˂̵ 잘 알려드릴게,, (여유)
It hasn’t even been 5 minutes and MOA Hair* was caught..? If you have to go on Pixid again will you come find Bangbell next time? ❛˓◞˂̵ I’ll help you out,, (relaxed)
(T/N: The nickname Jimin used when he went on the show ‘Pixid.’)
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지민의 애청 프로그램 슈취타, 4월 1일 만우절에 거짓말처럼 리무진서비스에 뿅! 나타난 지민까지
From Jimin’s favorite program Suchwita to Jimin’s appearance on Leemujin Service that was like a trick on April 1st, April Fools’ Day
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지민의 귀여움 치사량으로 모든 아미들을 힘들게 했던 "FACE" 앨범 발매 위버스 라이브! ฅˆ‧⩊‧ˆฅ
Through a fatal dose of Jimin’s cuteness, the “FACE” album release Weverse live gave all ARMYs a hard time! ฅˆ‧⩊‧ˆฅ
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무대 천재가 예능도 잘할 때? 홍김동전 지민 보다가 하도 웃어서 -> 배 아파서 -> 배고파서 -> 야식 먹은 방림이 (엥)
And when the stage prodigy also does great on variety showsl? I laughed so hard when I saw Jimin on Beat Coin -> My stomach hurt -> I was hungry -> So Bangbell had a late-night snack (huh)
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지민의 돌잔치 (아님)X 최화정의 파워타임에 오신 여러분들을 환영합니다아 ⁽⁽◝(•̀ ɞ •́ )◜⁾⁾ 보고만 있어도 행복해지는 마법? 나 그거 알아. 바로 지민 최파타를 보면 돼,,
Jimin’s first birthday party (not) X Welcome everyone to Choi Hwajung’s Power Time ⁽⁽◝(•̀ ɞ •́ )◜⁾⁾ Is there a kind of magic where you become happy just from looking at something? I know. I just need to go watch Jimin CPT* away,,
(T/N: Stands for ‘Choi Hwajung’s Power Time’)
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ㄴ유느님 자리.. 내 자리였으면…
ㄴIf only God Yoo’s* spot.. was my spot… (T/N: A nickname given to comedian Yoo Jaesuk.)
•᷄ ɞ •᷄
후아,,, 후아,,,, 아미들 잘 따라오고 있어요?! 괜찮나요?! 안 힘든가요?! 아직 조금 더 남았는데 괜찮겠어?!
Huff,,, Huff,,,, ARMY, are you all following along okay? Are you okay?! It’s not too difficult?! There’s still a bit left so will you be okay?!
가보자고 =͟͟͞͞(๑•̀ㅁ•́ฅ✧
Let’s go =͟͟͞͞(๑•̀ㅁ•́ฅ✧
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아미들과 오랜만에 영통 팬싸인회로 만난 지민! 아미들의 모습을 차근차근, 오랫동안 눈에 가득 담아보던 지민의 따뜻한 눈빛이 방림이 눈에 아직도 생생하네요 T_T (왈칵)
Jimin meeting ARMYs after a long time through a video call fansign! Jimin’s warm gaze that fully captured the sight of so many ARMYs one by one after such a long time Is still clear as day in Bangbell’s eyes T_T (tears welling up)
어라라,, 근데,, 영통팬싸 사진이,,? 왜,, 한 장만 있냐구요?
Oh,, but,, why is there only,,? One,, Photo from the video call fansign?
여러분. (갑자기 쓸데없이 비장)
Everyone. (sudden determination)
방림이가. 아미들을 위해서. 준비하였읍니다.. 마음에 들길 바라며.. (긴장)
Bangbell. Has prepared for ARMYs.. I hope you like it.. (nervous)
조그마하지만 선물 감상하러 가시져?!
It’s small but shall we go and enjoy this gift?!
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아미들과 직접 만나지 못하는 아쉬움을 방림이가 대신하여 지민과 잘 어울리는 귀여움 폭-발- 아이템을 함께 장착하고 찍어보았읍니다.. 아미들 감동각,,? (기대) 방림이는… 아미들을 위해 살아…. rgrg…?
Bangbell will take the place of the sadness of not being able to meet with ARMYs in person Jimin took photos while wearing some items that suited him and were ex-ploding- with cuteness.. Are ARMYs touched,,? (excited) Bangbell… lives for ARMYs…. You know? You know*…?
(T/N: The letters R and G together sounds like the Korean phrase ‘알지/alji’ which means ‘You know?’)
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그리고 포스트에 빠질 수 없는 방림이표 셀카 선물까지! (つ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)つ
And we can’t leave out the Bangbell selfie present from this post! (つ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)つ
이만하면 다양한 모습의 활동기 인정? 어 ㅇㅈ 아미들,,, 방림이 인정? 어 ㅇㅈ (방림이특 : 아미들한테 칭찬받고싶어함) 수줍..(っ* ॑˘ ॑*c)
Do you approve of this promotion period filled with so many different things? Yeah, I approve ARMYs,,, do you approve of Bangbell? Yeah, I approve (Bangbell’s unique trait : Wants to receive compliments from ARMYs) Shy..(っ* ॑˘ ॑*c)
지민의 선물 같은 'FACE' 앨범 활동기! 박지민 열일했다..! 최고다..! 완전 기절이야..! (งᐛ)ว (งᐖ )ว
The promotion period of Jimin’s ‘FACE’ album that was like a gift Park Jimin worked so hard..! He’s the best..! I’m totally going to pass out..! (งᐛ)ว (งᐖ )ว
아차차,, 그리고 요즘 다시 감기가 유행이래요 아미들! 미세먼지에 고통스러운 날들이 이어지는 ㅎr루ㅎr루,, (미세먼지 내가 다 패줌) 일교차가 너무너무 심하니까 겉옷 꼭꼭 챙겨 다니고, 아프지 말기예요!
Oh right,, And they say that colds are all the rage these days ARMYs! Every day is leading up to days where the fine dust gets particularly bad,, (The fine dust is seriously kicking me in the butt) The difference in temperature is really really severe so be sure to wear an outer layer, and don’t get sick!
방림이는 다음에 또 다른 콘텐츠로 찾아오도록 할게요! @)------ 장미꽃 한 송이 남겨두고 떠납니다..♡◟(●•ᴗ•●)◞♡
Bangbell will be back again next time with more content! @)------ I’ll leave you with a single rose..♡◟(●•ᴗ•●)◞♡
아-뿅!
A-Poof!
(T/N: Short for “Bye ARMY! Poof!”, which is how Bangbell always ends these posts.)
✧。٩(ˊᗜˋ)و✧。
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klausysworld · 11 months
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You mentioned Klaus getting punished in your last post, could we please hear more about that??
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(Yandere)Sub!Klaus punishments…
Yandere!Sub!Klaus:
For yandere sub klaus his punishments would vary.
At the beginning on your relationship it’s more difficult as you may not be in a sexual relationship as of yet.
Punishments would be much simpler, silent treatment and a telling off, being sent away and told he wont be allowed to spend the day with you.
As your time together goes on and your grow more comfortable with each other than things may go further.
A slap to the wrist and his paints taken away, a lack of physical affection and ignoring his needs.
Of course once you’ve both explored one another’s bodies and know your limits things grow more…intense.
Having him trembling beneath you as you deny his orgasm for the 7th time. Tears gathered in his eyes as he whimpers his apologies.
Having him beg you to move as you sit with his dick inside you and reading a book without a care in the world. “Please mommy, I’ll be good, please, I promise” he would whine, precum coating your walls as he pulses inside you.
Or refusing to have sex with him entirely, watching him suffer under the rules of no touching himself as you tease him endlessly. Making his body ache as he watched you strut around the house in your lack of clothing.
Having him throb in your hand under the table as you make him hold his release while making deals with with his enemies.
Making him jealous to the point where he’s desperate to prove how good he can make you feel, he never meant to make you feel unloved, let him show you how much you truly mean to him.
Sub!Klaus:
Sub Klaus would be a little different to Yandere!Sub!Klaus. This is because yandere klaus, although submissive, is more skeptical.
He’s more paranoid and afraid that you’ll tie him up and leave him, his trust wavers easily and he needs to know that although helpless, he’s still safe.
Sub Klaus still feels safe yes, but he’s more risky with what happens and he lacks all of the control. You can walk out whenever you wanted but he trusts you to stay with him, for him and for yourself.
So his punishments get much more…interesting
His submission is never ending and he can’t stop himself from complying with your every command.
Sub Klaus is much more BDSM than Yandere!Sub!Klaus, often when he disobeys you it’s because he wants his punishment. He wants to be reminded who he belongs to, Yandere!Sub!Klaus wants to prove he’s worthy of belonging to you. The difference is slight but there.
Toys are frequent in sub Klaus’ punishments.
Wrists and ankles chained to the bed posts with his pretty brightly coloured cock ring on as your pussy hovers over his face, just out of reach with a vibrator inside you, your orgasm flowing down your thighs as he begs to taste you, muffled by his ball gag and tears slip down his cheeks.
Or lead on his front, face in his arms as he takes deep breaths waiting for the leather paddle to hit his sensitive skin. His apologies whimpered and the regret for his actioned from earlier that day seeped in.
His thighs spread open as he’s forced to stroke himself through his fifth orgasm. Begging you to finally fuck him because he can’t take it anymore.
Both sub!klaus and yandere!sub!klaus are beggers, thrive off of praise and need your touch to feel better.
Some punishments are better than others, like when you fuck him good and rough to show him he’s yours. Others leave red marks and a teary puppy, all depends on what he’s been up to.
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animeomegas · 1 year
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helloo!! can you do another part of the alphas being late from a mission, like finally the alphas are home i wanna know the reactions of their omegas and pups🥺🥺
This is a popular request, so who am I to deny it?? XD
Okay, part 2 to this post!
Neji:
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Neji was so caught up in his anger and frustration that he almost walked head first into someone as he left the hokage's office.
"Excuse me-"
"Neji?"
Neji jumped at the familiar voice, focusing on the person he'd almost bumped into. It was you. You were there, still in your mission clothes, standing there like you hadn't been missing for a month.
"Alpha?" Neji normally used your name in public, but he couldn't stop the title from slipping out as he stared at you in shock.
"Appa!" his pup squealed, holding out her arms excitedly. "Appa! Appa up!"
You immediately scooped your daughter from his arms, leaving Neji feeling strange and empty as he watched you spin her around, excited giggling coming from both parties as the other members of your team watched, amused.
Were you really just back like this? All those sleepless nights... and you were fine all along.
He suddenly felt very, very tired and like he needed to get his family bundled up in his nest where they'd be safe. The urge was so strong it almost burnt him.
"We need to go home," Neji said, voice strained.
"Of course, let me just debrief and-"
"No," Neji said, trying to convey with his eyes that he meant what he was saying. "We need to go home now."
You looked baffled, but hesitantly agreed, thanking your teammates you agreed to debrief on your behalf.
You and Neji walked home, your pup babbling to you about the time you'd been away as best as she could with her limited vocabulary. Neji felt like his brain was in a fog, and he couldn't remember most of the walk by the time he'd reached the front door.
"Shower," he commanded. "A quick one, then come to my nest."
With that, he took the pup back from you and climbed the stairs to the bedroom where he immediately crawled into his nest. He sat, tensed and waiting for you, every bone in his body screaming at him to drag you in there, to make you safe, to protect you, to bring you back into the family when you'd been away for so long.
It felt like an eternity had passed when he finally crawled into his nest, hair still damp from your shower. Normally he’d be unimpressed by such a thing, but right now he couldn’t care any less. 
You greeted him with a kiss and a worried look before your attention turned to your daughter. You played and cuddled and joked with her for almost an hour until her nap time hit and she fell asleep. 
Neji just watched you both the whole time, trying to ignore how fast his heart was beating. 
“Neji?” you asked hesitantly, gently laying down your daughter to sleep and crawling your way over to him. “Are you alright, darling? You’ve been so quiet.” 
“I’m fine,” he said, voice strained. But despite his attempts to believe that, his hands started to shake and tears burnt behind his eyes. 
You settled beside him, gently reaching out to cup his face. You looked so concerned, and your scent was clouding his mind. He had started to believe that he wouldn’t get to see or smell you again over the past few days. 
“I’m home,” you whispered. 
And that was all it took to push Neji over the edge. A sob clawed its way out of his throat and the tears started to fall. He pressed a hand over his mouth to smother them. 
“Why now?” he asked in between sobs. “I was fine, I was fine, but now I can’t-”
“You were so strong,” you agreed easily, pulling him into your arms. “So strong for our pup while I was gone, but you don’t have to be strong right now, because I’m back. Let me be strong for a bit, my darling.”
Neji was so grateful for the embrace. You were home. You were safe. And his tears wouldn’t stop. 
“I’m sorry, so sorry, Neji,” you whispered quietly into his hair while he cried. “The mission got delayed in every single non-life-threatening way and we couldn’t get back. I should have tried harder, I-” 
“Stop it,” Neji interrupted. He didn’t want to hear about it, he didn’t want to think about you going on another mission ever again, he wanted to believe, just for a moment, that you would be staying with him and your daughter forever. “I don’t want to talk about it.” 
You fell silent at his request, choosing instead to run your fingers through his hair as you embraced. He had missed you so much. 
Shino:
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A week later and Shibi found his son once again sitting at the kitchen table with him. Today marked one month since the day Shino’s mate was supposed to return and although neither of them had directly acknowledged that, it was clear that they were both painfully aware of the fact. 
Shino and his daughter had moved into Shibi’s house a few days ago, seeking refuge from living in a house full of reminders of the person who wasn’t there.
Shibi sighed and placed his hand on his son’s shoulder. Shino was clutching at an empty mug and staring down at the table. 
“Shino, I-”
A frantic knock at the door interrupted him. Shino made no attempt to move, so Shibi just squeezed his shoulder gently and went to answer the door himself. The frantic knocking didn’t stop and it grated on Shibi’s nerves. 
“Can I help you?” Shibi said coldly, swinging open the door. The air left his lungs when he saw who was there. 
“Shibi!” you exclaimed when you saw him. You looked panicked and upset. “Where’s Shino?! And my daughter?! I just got back and our house is half empty! Where-” 
The sound of a kitchen chair clattering to the floor stopped you in your tracks. Shibi saw your eyes sharpen. He stepped aside for you to enter, just as Shino entered the hallway behind him. Shino’s skin was paler than normal and his eyes were fixed on your form, unblinking. 
“Shino!” the relief in your voice was palpable and you didn’t waste any time pushing past him and clasping Shino’s arms in your hands. “And our baby? Where is she?” 
“She’s fine,” Shino said breathlessly, still watching you with wide eyes. “She’s at the academy.”
Shibi saw the relief on your face at that information. 
“You scared me,” you admitted quietly, pulling Shino to your chest. “I thought something awful had happened when I saw the half empty house.”
Shibi privately thought that something awful had happened; his son had spent a month believing his alpha to be dead. 
Shino’s arms didn’t come up to embrace you back, but instead hung limply at his sides. Shibi watched as his son’s knees gave out. You simply adjusted him and lowered the both of you to the floor. 
“It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m back, I’m so sorry, my love,” Shibi heard you whisper. You sounded like you were on the verge of tears and Shino wasn’t any better. 
Silently, Shibi slipped on some shoes and grabbed his keys, leaving the couple crying on the floor in each other’s arms as he stepped outside. It was almost time to pick up his granddaughter anyway. 
Iruka:
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Iruka carried his son all the way home, glaring harshly at any person who gave him strange looks for carrying an 8-year-old. The crying eventually petered out and his son just lay limply, sniffling into Iruka’s shoulder. 
“Shhh,” Iruka idly hushed as he approached his front door, trying to fish his keys out of his pocket. “It’s alright, appa’s okay sweetheart.” 
When the door finally clicked open, Iruka came face to face with you and he froze. You were walking down the stairs, towel drying your hair. Your face lit up when you saw him. 
“Babe! I was just getting ready to come and pick you both up! But you’re early!” your voice was so light and joyful and Iruka suddenly wondered if the whole of the last week had been a hallucination and you had never left at all. 
His pup, having heard his appa’s voice, launched himself from Iruka’s arms and ran across the short entryway before latching onto your legs, sobs starting back up. Iruka didn’t mind the shoes in the house on this occasion. 
“Appa! You’re alive!” your son wailed, clutching at you with every ounce of strength that he could. 
You looked baffled and Iruka didn’t blame you. Just shy of a week really wasn’t long enough to start getting worried, and you had been later than that before with no problems. 
“Of course I’m alive,” you said, dropping down to your knees and lowering your joyful voice into something more gentle and soft. “One of my teammates was hit with a paralytic, that’s something that means they can’t move, and they were our only medic, so we couldn’t fix them and had to carry them back to the hospital to get them help, that’s why we were a bit late, that’s all.” 
Iruka could tell there was something you weren’t mentioning, but he knew you would tell him later, when your little one was tucked up in bed. Probably your bed tonight. 
Your pup wound his arms around your neck, nodding at your story but still refusing to let go. You stood back up, taking your son with you. Iruka had a feeling that he would be impossible to separate from you for a while. 
“What happened?” you mouthed at him. 
“Tell you later,” he mouthed back, stepping closer to rub his son’s back. 
You nodded, adjusting your son into one arm and using the newly free one to drag Iruka to your side. 
“I’m home,” you said, pressing a kiss to Iruka’s head. 
Iruka took a moment to bask in your scent, banishing those final flickers of anxiety that you wouldn’t be returning to him. 
“Welcome home.”
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mxlktxa · 9 months
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ᴛᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ
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ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ!ᴀᴜ, ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ!ᴀᴜ
ᴀʙʙʏ ᴀɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴏɴ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ; ᴀʙʙʏ ᴀɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴏɴ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ*
ᴄᴡ; ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, 18+ ᴍᴅɴɪ, ᴀʙʙʏ ɪꜱ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏꜱᴇᴅ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴅɪᴄᴋʜᴇᴀᴅ, ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴍᴀɪʟɪɴɢ, ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴀꜱꜱᴀᴜʟᴛ, ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ (ᴅᴏʟʟ, ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ, ᴇᴛᴄ.)
ᴡᴄ; 1.7ᴋ, 9.0ᴋ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ
ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴘᴛ1?? ʜᴇʀᴇꜱ ᴘᴛ2
an; im thinking of changing the title so if it does please dont be upset (im very indecisive)
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‘You’re the prettiest little thing I’ve seen at this party tonight.’
That was all it took. All it took for me to have my confidence immensely boosted, for me to get in my head and act like I was hot shit, for me to feel lusted over and pursued.
All it took for me to become a hot topic that everyone poked fun at and tease.
Abigail Anderson. Probably the ‘hottest athlete to walk this college campus. She got whatever she wanted, was always the top athlete, and was always known to play girls all the time and end up embarrassing them somehow.
I always tried to avoid people since middle school. Always avoided huge crowds, never really went out, never posted on social media, and never really seen with anyone else. I was labeled ‘the cute yet weird loner’ which always sounded so stupid, of course. But I was always left alone so maybe it wasn’t all that bad, I guess.
Last night, I decided to go to some stupid frat party. I was all dolled up, dressed ‘slutty’ enough to be hit on but never actually pursued. It was nice to be out and about and letting loose— just barely for me—, I got to take some pictures, and somewhat meet new people. I kinda enjoyed myself.
I was getting drinks like crazy, keeping my ‘cute yet weird loner’ composure up until Abby made her presence known to anyone attending. She was so confident and loud, so outgoing and cocky. I couldn’t tear my eyes off of her. The way she presented herself was just so attractive and I hated myself for even thinking about her hands being all over me. Eye contact was strong between us the entire night, small advances being made over time.
“You’ve been looking at me all night, gorgeous. You got anything you wanna tell me?”
My head whipped around to look up to Anderson, heart racing and heat rising in my face, “N-no. I’m sorry, I just… you’re very out there.”
“Is that a good or bad thing?”
“It… It depends on who I’m looking at.”
“I hope it's good for me then.”
My mind was fuzzy with thoughts of Abby’s head between my thighs, eating me out as she ran her hands all along my body and moaned into me. I had subconsciously bit my lip, causing Abby to chuckle and look me up and down like crazy, very clearly stopping to stare at my cleavage every now and again.
“Come get a drink with me.”
“Oh, I-I can’t. I’ve reached my limit for tonight. I should be getting home anyway. I’m sorry,” I shook my head, holding my hand up between us, “maybe if I’m ever out again, I’ll wait until I see you.”
“What if I never see you again?” her question should’ve punched me harder in the face, warning me that anything else she said would have no true meaning to it, “you’re the prettiest little thing I’ve seen at this party tonight.”
I stared up at her, grinning like a fool while she grasped my wrist to pull me into her. I giggled, looking her up and down, running my other hand along her muscles. Abby smirked so villain-like, yet I was too drunk and too stupid to see it that way. I truly thought she had wanted me. I should’ve known better. It’s fucking Abby Anderson for fuck's sake.
Just imagine. You’re having the time of your life, sleeping with someone you knew wasn’t a very good person yet while being with them alone, they seem like a wonderful person, so truly sweet. They’re perfect, aren’t they? Now imagine that same person going out of their way to embarrass you, having taken such crude photos and sending them to anyone who cares to see. Telling you that if you disrespect them in any way shape or form, they would send out a video that you had no idea they’d recorded while being so intimate and caring.
Abby had all power over me. If she wanted or needed something, she’d get it. I tried to hide from her, keeping a low-profile dress in baggy clothing, skipping classes, and going as far as walking with random groups of people so she wouldn’t single me out. On the days she couldn’t find me, she’d be at my dorm, waiting for me outside.
“Where’ve you been, doll?”
“I don’t wanna talk Abby. I’m busy and need to study.”
“Like hell you do. I need a favor.”
“Abby, please.”
“Do you want everyone to see how well I treated you the other night?” she turned aggressively, gripping my arm so tightly that I reacted without thinking twice.
I struck Abby Anderson in. The. Face.
She stared me down, holding eye contact with me before scoffing, “Oh, you wanna fucking play smart, huh?"
"Abby, no, wait. I'm sorry. I-it was a reflex, I swear, I meant nothing by it!" I whimpered, not because I was scared, but because she was gripping me so tight that I couldn't even imagine how bad the bruise was gonna be.
"Open your door."
"Abby, please, I-"
"Open the damn door!" she huffed through gritted teeth and pushed me to face the door. Let's just say that she ended up getting more to blackmail me. How fucking fantastic.
Now here I sat, in the campus bathroom, sitting in the stall and bawling my eyes out. I wasn't even sure I would have any tears left in about two minutes. Abby had complete control over my life and her attitude lately had been so confusing and frustrating. One second, she would seem as though she felt bad about how she was treating me then the next just completely throw that feeling out the window and make me comply with anything she asked for.
"I know you're in here, gorgeous. C'mon out," her voice bounced off the walls, echoing for just a second. I could hear her footsteps all of them slow and steady, as if I were gonna jump out and attack her. If I hadn't known any better or just decided to end up in the hospital, I would've tried it a while back. Instead, I just rolled my eyes and carefully came out of the stall I was in.
Abby leaned against the sink, looking me up and down for what felt like years. Uncomfortably, I shifted, trying to cover my chest with the jacket I had on as I was wearing a V-neck halter top. Something she demanded I wore just for her. Abby came closer, hand coming up to lift my chin, our eyes only meeting for a moment before I brushed her hand away, immediately regretting it.
"What's the matter, princess? You love it when I do that," Abby chuckled, pulling me so she could place her hands around my waist to grip my ass. I stared down at the floor between us, shaking my head. Her hand lifted my chin up, thumb wiping away my tears.
"What do you want, Abigail?" I muttered as low as I possibly could, hating that I even had to ask her such a thing.
"I just wanted to see my pretty girl. Ask her if she wanted to come to a party with me."
"I don't wanna go out. I just... I'm tired. I don't wanna do anything right now," a quick response left my lips, wishing I had just said yes as we both knew I would end up going whether I liked it or not.
"Listen,” Abby tensed up, unraveling from the grasp she had me in, taking a step back, “I know what I did was wrong but I’m trying to make it up to you. Everything I had done to you, I’m sorry. Those videos and pictures I had? All gone. All deleted.”
Ex-fucking-scuse me? Where was this coming from? Abby apologizing? Abby? The worst person to have ever entered my life was apologizing to me? I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone who’s bullied me before doing such a thing.
I stared at her with a blank expression, absolutely flabbergasted about what just happened. She frantically pulled out her phone, showing me that she had deleted everything about me from her phone. Even went as far as to show me that she emptied out her trash. That didn’t execute me from staring at her like she was stupid.
“Please, say some—.”
“You fucking blackmailed me,” my head shook, “you took pictures of me when I was vulnerable and you sent them out! Now everybody thinks I’m an easy fucking target! I trusted you even though you’ve been labeled as a playboy!” I laughed at her. Not because I was funny but because it was absolutely crazy what was happening.
“I just—.”
“Wanted another victim? Well, you fucking got her!” I revealed my phone to Abby, opening one of my social apps and showing her all the message requests I had. They were mainly from people that she knew, sending me a photo of Abby and me and saying something along the lines of ‘Let’s get you drunk and recreate these’.
“It is going to take more than just some weak ass, sorry ass, bullshit apology to ever be forgiven,” I whispered, “I knew I should’ve just stayed in my own lane and listened to the rumors of you being an asshole," Abby's lips parted to speak, taking in a quick breath, but not quick enough, "I should've never left my dorm that night. You're a piece of shit, Abigail."
I didn't care to see Abby any more than I had to, leaving her in the bathroom and mindlessly wandering the campus. I didn't know what to do. I didn't even know if I wanted to continue my college experience anymore. Abby was definitely out of her fucking mind, that or she genuinely feels like shit and wants to get on my good side.
All I knew was that I was going to piss off Abby way more than she pissed me off. She was going to be the next big topic that everyone made of, she was going to be absolutely fucking fuming. She was going to have a hard time and I was going to be the one to cause that for her.
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