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fwb!yeonjun x gn!reader, suggestive/fluff (and a little angsty if you think about it), 632 words
It's warm. Yeonjun is panting against your bare chest, hands struggling to hold himself up after a particularly strong orgasm. Drool begins to fall from the corner of your lip, but Yeonjun swipes it clean with his thumb before shoving it into his mouth.
He can't hold himself up any longer. He collapses on top of you. Warm skin against skin, heavy breathing, the stickiness on your thighs transferring to his own.
It's messy, so messy.
"Yeonjun." You call out for him after you both recover.
Yeonjun makes a muffled "hmm?" sound. He's still panting, taking deep whiffs of your scent.
"We need to clean up, Jun. Can you roll over? I'll get some towels."
He doesn't have the energy to protest and whine this time, he just rolls over, finally facing the ceiling and relaxing in the soft comfort of your bed. Yeonjun’s eyes are shut tightly, trying to remember the warmth of your skin, your pretty noises, your—
You close the door to your bedroom as you seek some towels. It snaps him out of his daydream. Yeonjun’s eyes open, and he’s in an empty room, an empty bed.
He doesn’t like feeling this way. He knows he can’t do this, can’t date you, can’t love you the way he wants to. It wasn’t what you both agreed on. It just wouldn’t be right.
Yeonjun doesn’t even know if he’s ready for that sort of commitment. He’s fucked around with people before you, yes, but he hasn’t had a serious relationship. The fact that his heart and mind yearn for you in ways that go beyond hookups terrifies him.
But now, all he wants to do is hold you, caress your skin, have your hair tickle his neck as he sets his head on top of yours, safe and secure in his arms. He wants your warmth to invade every crevice of his body, swallowing him whole in what he can only describe as love.
Yeonjun allows you to help clean him up when you come back. The warm, damp cloth leaving wet trails on his skin.
“Can you stay for breakfast, at least?” Yeonjun asks you. It surprises you a little— he hasn’t ever asked that before.
“That’s new. I can stay if you want to, but you know I have work.” You reply. Yeonjun sighs in response. “Oh, no. It’s okay. You shouldn’t be late to work.” He assures you, but maybe you’d be willing to, for him. He holds out hope that maybe you’d just stay.
“You’re so sweet, Jun. I might stay next time.”
Oh. Well, if not tonight, maybe next time. Waiting for the next time he gets to have you shouldn’t be so bad.
He’s lying. He’s desperate to have you stay, even if it’s the only time you’ll sleep in the same bed for a night.
“You know, I can cook. Used to cook for my friends when we went to the States. I made some damn good eggs. I can treat you to a good breakfast, promise.” Yeonjun offers. He’s certainly a sight, because he’s still very much naked aside for the fact theres a blanket covering his lower half. It flusters you a little. “I’m sure you’re great at it, Jun.” You sigh out.
“Seriously though, can you just stay? Just for tonight?” He pleads.
Yeonjun’s eyes were hopeful, glimmering while he waits for an answer. Your gaze softens, lips parting as you come up with a reply.
He’s cute. It wouldn’t hurt to stay. Wouldn’t break the… thing you both have going on.
“I’ll stay.”
Perhaps it was when you were wrapped in his arms, his comforter covering the both of you as your head rests against his chest, his heart beating against your ear, that you felt something more.
a/n: hi, im back. im sorry i haven’t wrote anything in a while, but my midterms have finished and i’ll be writing in a bit in october :) please accept this short drabble hehe
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ok i've been taking a break for the past half hour and doing research on the pens locker room, trying to figure out how i wanted to design my own version of geno's 'stall' (is that what it's called?). i love the circular shape it feels very king arthur
first, there isn't a lot of internet documented history on the various eras of the locker room design??? which seems sad
don't get me wrong the latest iteration is pretty epic but as far is i can tell, it hasn't changed much since at least 2013? i do not envy whoever is cleaning this place. thats a lot of sweat over the years.
second, im enjoying seeing little details that i had no idea existed, being a new fan and all. like the puck wins count???? crazy. these guys have a visual representation of how they're doing in the season right up there on the wall glaring judgmentally at them? im so glad im not in sports. i would not survive.
especially when the HISTORY of these pucks is on the walls.....like damn. talk about pressure. anyway 2011-2012 thats one of geno's best seasons right? :)
this is what I wanted. mesh, hooks, I need to figure out how i want to make this look cool.
i find it really funny and endearing that the thing these guys do to relax in down time is a playful version of their own job....
also im not sure about this like:
are they assigned a razor??? you get traded to the penguins and suddenly you're not allowed to use your fancy expensive specialized razor? is this a normal thing in hockey????? do they have group shaves for special events like the playoffs? hockey players are fascinating.
i dont know why but i never considered that the pens have actual lockers in addition to the little seats in the main locker room. this makes total sense. i dont know where i thought their clothes and stuff went. just disappeared into the ether i guess.
anyway definitely a necessity, the hot tub. it looks a little sad and lonely in this photo. it needs a hockey player in it.
racks and racks of gear???? again this makes total sense but never occurred to me. also maybe helps explain why geno likes to switch up gloves, look at all them, damn. i do wonder about helmets still - geno's looks so unique and he's been using the same design since at least 2009.
ok im guessing this is an away locker room and i have only one question: do they bring a little 'logo' carpet to roll out every time they go on the road? thats amazing.
if you read all that, nice! here's a shot of geno with his jock out:
very important locker room research. bonus the earliest pens locker room photo of geno i could find:
shy beautiful boy ^_^ (also he looks so young and vulnerable its hard to believe that even back in 2008/2009 he already had so much responsibility with so many grown adults making demands on his entire career)(like he went through all that AND is still playing in the league with three cups under his belt? thats fucking awesome)
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Let Me Take Care Of You ; Jake Seresin
Jake Seresin x GN!AFAB!Reader
WORD COUNT: 2772
WARNINGS: nsfw, dumbification, creampie, praise, fingering and oral (afab recieving), dom and sub dynamics, multiple orgasms, overstimulation. jake is a soft dom and begs reader to cum, gn reader but jake does use the word 'pretty,' uhm im in love with him. jake said let me fuck u dumb to make u feel better <3. not proofread.
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Jake truly loved you, that much was certain. He loved everything about you; how smart you were, how kind you were, how you were able to put up with his bullshit without so much as a blink. What he didn’t like, however, was how hard you pushed yourself. You were great at your job and when you got home - and Jake was also home - you tended to take care of him in a lot of ways.
You’d come home from a full day of work just to cook dinner and tidy, brushing him off when he asked to help. “I got it, baby,” You’d say with that smile of yours and you’d usher him back to the couch. “You’ve had a long day, just relax. Let me take care of you.” And he was powerless against you, especially when you’d kiss him and run your hand through his hair and down his neck.
But something happened today and you weren’t in a great mood; he knew that, could sense it the second you walked into the apartment without your usual ‘Honey, I’m home!’, a shtick you knew always made him laugh. “Baby?” He asks after hearing the front door open, the sound of your heavy footfalls, your keys clanging into the glass dish by the front door.
“M’here, sorry. Hi, baby,” You say, stepping out from the entrance into the living room where he sat, feet propped up onto the coffee table. He waits for you to huff at him for having his feet up, but you don’t. Instead you flop down beside him and lay your head on his shoulder.
“Bad day?” He questions, moving his arm to place it around your body, pulling you in closer. You nod, eyes closing, as you breathe in his scent. “I’m sorry to hear that. You wanna talk about it or is it more of a ‘distract me’ kind of bad day?”
“Distract, at least for now.” You say and move your head, looking up at him. He was worried, you can see it in his eyes, but you knew he wouldn’t try to push before you were ready. “I think I’m too tired to clean, though.”
Jake scoffs at you for even thinking about cleaning. “Good, because I wasn’t going to let you do that shit!” He says it as if you were crazy to even suggest it and the tone of his voice makes you laugh. Suddenly Jake is sitting up, moving his arm off of you and standing. You huff, reaching your hand out and grabbing ahold of his forearm.
“No,” You whine and Jake’s smirks, leaning down to give you a kiss. “C’mon, just sit with me.”
“Later. I have a great idea on how to distract you.”
“That so?”
“Mhm,” Jake keeps looking at you, green eyes lit with mischief, as he gets down onto his knees. Your eyebrows only furrow for a second before Jake's large calloused hands are on your hips, slender fingers hooking under the waistband of your pants. Sucking in a breath you lift your hips, allowing Jake to pull them down for you, your underwear left behind. His eyes finally leave your own, raking down your body slowly, hungrily. “Fuck. You’re beautiful.”
You can feel your face heat up at his words. No matter how long you’ve been with Jake or how many times he said those exact words to you, it never failed to make your heart skip a beat. Especially when he was looking at you the way he was right now, eyes hungry and desperate.
“I mean it, Y/N. I mean, Christ, I can’t get enough of you. Not only do you look good,” Jake continues to talk to you, voice level, as he drags his hands up your now-bare thighs. Even the slightest touch from him had your body leaning into him for more. “But you taste even better.” He leans in and licks up your still clothed slit, mouth hot against your core.
Moaning, you settle back onto the couch, legs spreading further for him. You’re closer to the edge of the couch and Jake’s hands are kneading the flesh of your thighs as he continues to taste you over your underwear. The friction was good, so good, but it wasn’t enough, you needed to feel him against you, to feel his tongue flick against your sensitive bud, feel his fingers push inside you and curl just right.
“More,” You say, breathing heavy. His tongue hadn’t sped up, hadn’t pressed harder against you. If there was one thing about Jake, it was that he was disgustingly patient. He hums against you and, in a moment of mercy, does give you more. Hooking his fingers in your underwear, now thoroughly soaked with your own juices and his spit, he yanks them to the side and flattens his tongue against your heat, nose bumping against your clit.
When you first met Jake - and he was still presenting himself as this cocky smug asshole - you never would have expected him to enjoy going down on you this much. He seemed to be the type to love receiving and not giving, not that you hadn’t met your fair share of men like that, but then you actually had sex with him for the first time and you had to grab him by the hair and tug him away from you.
Your fingers knot into his hair much like your first time but instead of pulling him away you pull him closer, pushing his head into your cunt, and he moans. It seemed that Jake got almost as much pleasure from this as you did. “Shit!” You curse as you feel your orgasm building, the hot pit in your stomach growing. Jake's hands move from holding your thighs open to sliding underneath you and he holds you there, forcing you to rock your hips against his mouth. “Ke-keep going, so close,”
The noises leaving the two of you were bordering on obscene, wet sounds mixed with moans and muffled curses. Your grip in his hair tightens as you cum, back arching off of the couch and your thighs shaking. Jake's tongue slows down, helping you ride your high out for as long as he is able, before he pulls away, resting his head on your thigh. He stares up at you with a smile.
“That… was a great distraction.” You say, head laid back against the couch, looking up at the ceiling, a grin on your face. You half expect Jake to plop down beside you on the couch, pull you into his arms, and kiss you. Instead, however, you feel his tongue back on you followed quickly by his middle fingers prodding at your entrance. “Wh-what are you doing?” You jolt and Jake stares up at you with that stupid, annoying, beautiful smile of his.
“Let me keep tasting you, baby. You don’t need to do anything, you don’t need to think. Just let me take care of you, alright? Just focus on how full you are,” He pushes his finger in slowly, tongue giving slow and tight circles on your clit as you tighten around his finger. Even when he was going down on you he was never able to shut up. “Bet you already want another finger, right? My sweet mindless Y/N, always so needy, right? Just want to feel good, don’t you?”
“Mhm,” You say, focusing on the feeling of his finger pumping inside you. Jake slips another one in, cooing out praise, and you can feel your head beginning to swim. It was always scary being here, right on the edge of mindlessness, when you are aware of your eyes glazing over and drool beginning to collect at the side of your mouth. It had never happened this easily, either; normally Jake had to work for it, fucking you until you were crying from overstimulation to get you half as stupid.
Today was just so hard and you had slept awfully last night, tossing and turning well into the morning. Jake had tried to convince you to call out of work and stay in bed with him but you had declined, kissing him on his forehead and heading out even though you really would have preferred staying with him. And then work was awful, people snapping at you throughout the day and just shit you hadn’t expected being put on your plate, so by the time you got home you were completely fried. Not that you or Jake were complaining now, though.
You can feel him smile against you but even that acknowledgement doesn’t last long, not when his fingers are picking up speed and curling and scissoring inside you and he’s sucking your clit into his mouth. Your second orgasm nearly sneaks up on you, giving you only the briefest of warnings (which you warn Jake about with a surprised gasp) before you’re cumming, hands grabbing at Jake's arm tightly, nails digging into his tanned flesh.
He doesn’t pull away. His tongue and fingers keep moving as you cum, not stopping even when your body finally goes slack or when you’re whimpering his name, the words ‘too much’ stopping dead on your tongue. You had given up on being able to think by now, listening to Jake. “Come on, you can do it again,” He says suddenly, pulling your mind out of the fog for a brief second. His voice alone is desperate, cracking towards the end as he struggles to catch his breath. That coupled by the look in his eyes and the quickness of which he was pumping his fingers inside you and lapping at your core, it was clear he needed you to fully let go, to let the pleasure he was giving you fill your entire body and take over your mind. “Cum for me, please? Please, baby, cum on my fingers.”
You do so with a whimper. You can’t breathe, vision going white as you cum for the third time, and Jake praises you through it all, telling you how good you were for him, how he loved you, how beautiful you looked fucked out like this. This time he stops once your body stops reacting, only chuckling once when you let out a soft grunt at the empty feeling when he removes his fingers.
“Did so good, Y/N,” He whispers, standing and leaning over to plant soft kisses over your face. You hum in acknowledgement; you wouldn’t be able to find any words to say, let alone the right ones. “You know, you’re always beautiful but you are breathtaking like this.” He says and even through the haze you can tell he means it. “Do you feel okay? You wanna keep going?”
You blink a few times, looking up at him. Your mouth felt dry and you could feel the tears, which you had no idea had been falling from your eyes, drying onto your warm skin. Swallowing thickly you open your mouth to answer. “Y-yes?” Jake grins at the fact you answer his question with your own, but he doesn’t move to keep touching you. “Yes.” You say it more certainly.
Even though you were foggy, even though you could barely think of anything other than how his tongue felt on you and how his fingers felt inside, you knew you needed more. “Of course you do,” He says and he finally begins to work on his belt, looking down at you with a smile. “Too fucked out to even think about stopping, right? Just want me to keep touching you till you can’t cum anymore, hm? Is that it, baby?”
You can register your head nodding but you’re doing it subconsciously at this point. Your hands reach out for his belt despite the heaviness in your limbs and Jake laughs at the sight of your fingers stumbling around across his belt, desperate to get his pants off. “Off,” You whine, giving up on undoing them yourself.
“F’course, dear, anything for you.” Jake teases, undoing his belt and jeans with ease, pushing them down. He doesn’t give you time to touch him even when you let out another whine. “None of that now, baby. This is about you, remember?” He chuckles, bringing you down further on the couch, your ass hanging off. “No, of course you don’t remember. Too dumb, right?” He swipes the head of his cock through your folds and the two of you moan at the feeling.
Jake’s hands were holding your thighs and you did your best to keep them spread for him, letting him move you and adjust your positions as he wished. You just needed him, needed him so fucking badly, but there was nothing you could do to hurry him up. Even in your blissed out and dumb state you knew that whining and moving would only delay what you wanted.
Jake finally - finally - pushes inside you, groaning, body folding over on top of you and his forehead pressing against your own. You were sweating, far too clothed, but you can’t focus on that, not now, not when you’re so full. “So tight, fuck,” He says, mostly to himself, as he sets a steady pace. His hands were still on your thighs and in your sorry state you just want them on you, touching you, anything to keep adding to the fog. “Here,” Jake says, one hand dragging from your outer thigh to your cunt, thumb pressing down harshly onto your clit. “Maybe this’ll loosen your cunt up, hm, baby?”
His movements were purposeful, exact, and you’re gasping out ‘cumming!’ before you even know that you are. Jake's thrusts get harder and he speeds up, thumb moving side to side. He’s begging you to cum again, his pretty mindless thing, and you do.
“F-fuck, just like that,” He says as you tighten around him. He always came quickly after you did, the build up on top of your walls clenching around him sending him over the edge. “Cumming, fuck, take it.” He kisses you harshly as he cums and you swallow his moans with your lips, swallowing them down, desperate to have all of him. When Jake pulls away from you it’s with a sigh, his hips flexing inside you. “So good.”
Your thighs were still shaking and he waited, moving his hand off of your clit, choosing now to focus on kissing you. They’re slow kisses, gentle, and they’re just enough to bring you back to the brink of normalcy. “Really good,” you say with a small grin. You were breaking the surface again, able to think straight, able to form a coherent sentence.
That’s not what Jake wanted.
He pulls out just enough to leave the tip in before slamming back into you, jolting your entire body backwards with the force. You curse, grabbing onto his arms, which were planted down on either side of you. He was grunting with the force of each thrust and he was staring at you, an intense look in his eyes, jaw clenching just before he’d let out a moan that was so fucking nice to hear that you’d clench even harder, drawing another one from him.
“Not, fuck! Not gonna stop until you’re stupid.” He says suddenly as if you were in the position to comprehend it. “I want you fuckin’ drooling, tongue out, only thing you can think of being me and my cock inside you. Shit, shit, you feel so good. So good for me, so mindless, god, I need you to let go. Let me take care of you, I’ll make you feel so good.”
He’s babbling now, eager for you to give him the reins, let him take care of you and to let him make you cum until it hurts. You were already nearing that point, overstimulation setting in but god you did not want him to stop fucking you the way he was. “P-please,” it’s all you can say, the only word you can get out before he’s somehow fucking you harder, wiping any and all thoughts from your head.
You had only been able to think about him and his cock inside you since he started to touch you tonight, and it doesn’t take long before you’re drooling, just like he wanted. After it all, when he has pulled out and cleaned you up, helping you off to the bathroom to help you bathe and slipping into bed beside you, he whispers against your neck. “So, did I make you feel better?”
“I don’t even remember why I felt bad in the first place.”
“Good.”
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Ghost Learns That Patience Runs Out
Ghost x Gn! Reader
W/n: Ghost angst cause i said so. This is also very OOC mainly because I like some angsty and fucked Ghost concepts. Im basing some of this off of his comics since there are some concerning scenes with him having very concerning behavior towards vulnerable people. DO NOT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY (P.s. Commissions are open! You can commission me through my ko-fi. Dm me for details and commission specifics. Kofi Link Here!)
Summary: You love him, a lot. You are always so quiet and patient with him, wanting to make sure that his needs are met before your own. When he comes back from deployment you cook and clean for him. You make sure that everything feels relaxed and stress-free but its too much at times. Sometimes he looks at you and sees someone whom he hates. Sometimes he yells and breaks down while you're in the middle of helping him get clean. You take the verbal lashings and the occasional remarks in stride but you've hit your limit.
W: Unhealthy relationship, Simon "Ghost" Riley has issues, Break up, Hurt/ No Comfort, Hurt Ghost, Hurt Reader, Sad Ghost, OOC Ghost
You made sure everything was spotless. You knew how grimy and dangerous his work was, how much it weighed on him to do it and you wanted to make sure that your partner if that's what you could even call him, came back to a clean home.
You both hadnt said it out verbally, not that you thought you needed to, but you were together. Kinda. You knew he was only seeing you and he knew that you were only seeing him. It made sense to you to say that you were together but he never really enjoyed labeling your relationship. It started off as a mutual agreement to help each other destress but here you both were moving in together and sleeping in the same bed every night.
You did the laundry an hour before you knew he'd get home just so he'd have something warm and fresh smelling to put on once he took off his gear. You cooked something that would be rich in flavor and aroma while also being easy to eat since he didn't really take his time eating his meals.
You did everything to make the place feel like home to him.
Instead, when he opened up the door the first thing out of him was a grunt followed by his silence. He took off his gear, toeing off his boots by the door before taking off his socks. He was silent and had his back facing you but you didn't allow it to deter you.
"So, how was the flight back? I hope it wasn't too stressful. Im still cooking so you can go ahead and shower before eating, ok?" He didn't honor you with any response and instead walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him and turning on the shower.
You're used to it, his cold gaze and his uninterested attitude. You cold usually get him to relax with a meal or a quickie in the kitchen while your trying to cook. But you're tired, and your body is sore from working earlier in the day and preparing for his arrival.
"I'll set the table for us so you don't need to wait to eat!" You called out but you doubted he heard you.
When he came out of his shower, he was wearing the clothes you had set out for him and was toweling off his hair. The eyeblack was mostly removed but still stained around his eyes.
He said nothing, just sat down in his chair, and began to eat all while ignoring you.
"Did things go smoothly? Are John, Kyle, and Johnny ok?" You attempted to start the conversation again but were met with the sound of utensils scraping against the ceramic plate.
"We can talk about it later so you can unwind." You cut the conversation short and ate your food all while holding back the urge to cry.
His absence from your shared home was noticeable his presence was overpowering. He wasn't affectionate but he at least would answer your questions. He would at least touch you and pressure you that he was home. He would at least say a quiet "thank you" for the meal.
Instead, you both cleaned up the table and cleaned the dishes. He finished his and walked straight into the bedroom. You follow him once you finished cleaning the kitchen and began to undress. Maybe he wanted to have sex tonight. Maybe this would get him to speak to you or pay attention to you.
"Simon, I want you." You did your best, you even put on a bit of a show for him. But he wasn't looking at you. He just lifted up the sheets and laid down.
Maybe you were being too overly sensitive but his rejection hurt. It had you questioning if you were good enough for him if your body was pleasant to look at or to even touch.
You put on your usual sleeping clothes and joined him in bed. You slept with your back facing him. Sleeping next to him felt suffocating.
In the morning things weren't any better. He was talking to you but he was being crude and rude about the smallest of things. You had to go grocery shopping for something small and he began to berate you.
"How did you forget to buy more cooking oil? You're the only one in this house that cooks." It was getting annoying. His eyes never left you and it felt like you were a caged animal that he was keeping an eye on.
"I'm sorry, ok? I forgot. I was just excited that you were coming home and I forgot." You wanted to be patient, he was stressed all the time. He had to watch people die as part of his job but it didn't stop you from growing more and more upset with him every time he started these petty arguments.
"You don't leave the house most of the time. You're always here or at work. How could you forget something so basic? This is incompetence, Y/n." He had his face mask pulled down so you were able to see the majority of his face. He looked disgusted.
"Simon, please. You just got back, can we please just enjoy that? Can we enjoy that you're ok and back home for once?" You had the car keys in your hand, you were ready to head out to grab what you needed but he wouldn't leave it alone.
He snatched the keys from your hand and pushed you to the side.
"Why should we? I can't even trust you when you're alone and now you think you can go do it now?" He slammed the front door as he walked out.
The silence was deafening and relieving. He was gone.
You cried. You used to do it often when he would leave for a new assignment or when he would go without contacting you for months on end. But this was different. He was here. He was home. This should be the happiest time for you. Instead, it was painful. You wished he wasn't here. You wanted him to go away again.
You knew that he was nicer, calmer, and more understanding with his colleagues than he was to you. You knew this because of how he would talk about his coworkers. They were his family, his anchor. You wanted to be that support for him, to be his anchor that removed him from all of the gore and violence of his world.
But you weren't that person for him. You were his punching bag. His toy to fuck and use. He wasn't always rude but it was normal for him to be. You wanted him back, the man you fell for, the one who held you and told you that he adored you. You craved Simon back but it seemed that all that remained was his facade. His mask.
You didn't want to do this again when. he got back from the store. You didn't want to argue anymore with the person you thought you were committed to. He had problems and you weren't going to blame him for it but he wasn't the man you loved. This was not the person you met all those months ago.
You packed a bag with the essentials and started clearing up some of the mess that had started to appear since last night. You took everything you thought you might need for at least a few nights at a motel. You were tired, your body begging you to take a moment to breathe and relax but your heart was pounding in your chest and the. tears began to flow out.
When Simon got back, he noticed that the lights inside your guy's home were off. He stepped into the home, toeing his shoes off because he knew how much you hated cleaning the floor. He called out for you, he walked around the first floor of your home before placing the groceries on the table. He had bought some flowers and your favorite snack because he saw that you were low on them. He also felt like an ass for having been rude in the morning. He shouldn't have been mean to you. You were just trying to accommodate him. He did a around the house, calling your name.
The house was empty.
All of a sudden the space was too big and too small all at the same time. He was suffocating in his own skin, the air too hot for him. He ran up the stairs and barged into the bedroom. Some of your clothes and your suitcase were gone, and so was your toothbrush. But everything else was there, it looked like home. Yet, the picture you kept framed of the two of you that was on the nightstand was faced down and your keys were gone too.
He called your phone repeatedly. Message after message was sent to you and after a while, they stopped going through. He put on his shoes and ran out the door to see if he could find you in the general area but you were nowhere to be found.
You vanished into thin air and he was left to go back to an empty home just as he would have you do.
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Holy fuck you made it so much hotter, baby. I’m so fixated on the idea of you humping things now. While I’m at work, you and mommy always get a lot of special time together, and mommy sends me updates about how sweet you’re being while she gets you ready for us to play with. I’m imagining her bathing you and using her favorite scrubs and oils to make sure you’re all smooth and soft for us. When she does this you know that I’ll you over when I get home to make sure you’re all smooth and clean, inspecting you like a show dog, praising mommy for how well she takes care of you. You like how I talk about you like you’re a toy, a gift that mommy gave me. Imagining how I’ll grope and handle you during your inspection has you just begging for her to play with your pretty parts, but mommy’s got to get herself ready too! We like to make sure one of us is watching you at all times because you’re just our baby who can’t do anything without her mommy or daddy, so while mommy does her own chores she FaceTimes me and she sets you up with your teddy bear to keep you occupied. I get to watch you grind your freshly smooth skin on your favorite bear, making you tell daddy how good the soft fur feels and how dirty your cunt is making it and how much you wish it was daddy’s lap instead. You’re not allowed to come unless I’m the one touching you, and every time I can tell you’re close I stop you by telling you no like I’m talking to a dumb puppy. After mommy comes back she and I talk for a few minutes about how you’ve been behaving and what sorts of lessons y’all are going to do in the afternoon, talking about you like you’re not even there. She tells me about how the two of you have been working on training you to be able to take larger and larger things down your throat, and you’re doing so well and you’re always so eager to have something in your mouth to suck on, but that she’s having trouble stopping you from rubbing your pretty pink cunt on whatever you can while you’re sucking. I take the blame for that, because I love to see you hump my leg while you suck my cock. Finally I talk directly to you to tell you to listen to mommy and remind you that you don’t get to come unless mommy gives you a good report. Then I’ll whisper to you conspiratorially, as if mommy can’t still hear through the phone, that I love to watch you grind and rub and hump and that no matter what mommy says, daddy always wants you to rub your cunny against her boot while you suck her cock
this is already long so im gonna hide the text:D
oh🥺 mommy always takes such a good care of me! she bathes me and uses all the scrubs and sweet shower gels, sits me on the bath corner and spreads my legs wide so she can shaves me everywhere, until im all smooth for you. she doesn’t let me do a thing, cleaning me up in all the places. she dries me up, puts lotion on me, even chooses the clothes i wear, probably something cute that barely covers me up. sometimes she even does my makeup and hair, the prettiest gift for daddy. i love you both inspecting me🥺 palming my cunny to feel if there’s really no hair, running ur hands over my body cuz its so soft to touch and commenting on it; didn’t my boobs get a little bigger or is it just ur imagination?
oh. hear me out. baby monitor in my room? just in case i am left alone; u could watch me at night too, watch me humping my stuffie when u fuck and know i can hear u.
and whenever we’re on facetime, i get so frustrated! cuz i wanna be humping you, not the stuffie. but i continue anyway, crying from how it feels, drooling on the stuffy or sucking on its paw or mouth (giving it a kiss). i cry even more when u tell me that i cant come, but ure daddy so i listen.
when u and mommy talks, she already brings me a dildo so i don’t interrupt. if not that, sometimes i suck her fingers of her tits, maybe even her pussy, just so i stay occupied.
🥺🥺🥺 gosh i need all of it so much.
#talking abt me like im not there#inspecting me#always watching me#taking care of me#giving me lessons to make me the best toy for u two#😩😩😩#i need need need neeed need#ur gonna kill me anon#🧸 anon#asks#btww i love how long this is😵💫😵💫😵💫
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in the after.
◔pairing: boyfriend!wonwoo x reader
◔genre: established relationship, college au, angst, a bit of fluff
◔warnings: reader deals with the after-math of the sexual assault + semi-suggestive as they do shower together
◔word count: 872
◔ dont let go of me, i won't let go of you
notes: this is a small part two to on the rocks, thanks for all the notes im happy to see people enjoying my writing!
in the after there is jeon wonwoo.
jeon wonwoo who sits beside your hospital bed, and sometimes curls up next to you in it.
wonwoo who makes sure you eat, a spoon raised to your lips to feed you the soup your mother made for you. she says hospitals can take care of almost anything for you but the only thing they can't do is make a home cooked meal.
wonwoo who is so attentive over you that sometimes, when sleep evades you, catch him watching you in your sleep. looking ready to throw down with anyone who might disturb you.
in the after, all you feel towards wonwoo is sorry.
the night the hospital released you back into the real world, he was there to drive you back to campus. your recovery only took a few days, and friends all dropped by to bring you flowers and well wishes. but truly you want to fall into an endless sleep. anything to make you forget. forget that bathroom, forget that party, forget that fucking drink, and most of all forget that monster.
you had almost scrubbed your skin raw the first time you'd been allowed to shower at the hospital. they didn't want you to until they could swab up whatever they could. so you sat, the feeling of his touch crawling all over you like a thousand bugs. burrowing and making a home in your flesh.
you hated the way wonwoo looked at you after you'd come out, catching a glance of the red tinge of your skin. he loved you so much and all you could do to repay him was in suffering. yours and his own.
your dorm was really the same, the same as it was in the before. except all those stupid dresses you tossed on your bed haphazardly were nowhere to be seen, and it smelled clean.
"your mom and esther tidied up a bit, i told them about the hospital discharging you." wonwoo explained as he set the bag of your clothes (the party clothes) near the door. tucking it out of sight.
"okay." is all you can manage to reply before tugging your pants off and crawling into your bed.
wonwoo moves to tuck the blanket up and over your shoulder, your back facing him as your bury your head in your pillows, willing yourself not to cry.
he presses a kiss to your temple "i'll leave you be for a bit, baby. we'll eat something when i come back."
you mumble an "okay" before hearing the door shut and the lock click behind it.
its miserable in the after. but without wonwoo you know it would be worse.
after dinner, wonwoo offers to help you shower. you've been taking them more recently and not wanting what happened at the hospital to happen again wonwoo asked if you would be okay with him joining you.
the initial spurt is ice cold, wonwoo shields you so it hits his side instead. but soon it warms to a comfortable hot and the water pressure evens out as well.
it's nice to be held under a steady stream of hot water. your boyfriend's hand finding yours, lacing your fingers together.
"i love you," wonwoo says suddenly, "and i'm going to be here for you for as long as you'll have me."
you feel his voice reverberating in his chest with your ear pressed there, the rumble something unexpectedly soothing.
"i'm sorry," your voice small, "i'm sorry i can't be normal right now. i'm sorry that i'm burdening you with this. i'm sorry that you're trying so hard for me and all i can do for you is make you suffer more."
wonwoo's free hand comes to cradle your jaw, gently tilting it up so you can meet eyes.
"i love you, baby. i'm here because i love you and im taking care of you because i love you. you will never be a burden to me. you're trying your best everyday and even if you don't see it, i do. so, have a little more faith in me, okay? and a little more in yourself."
you give him a little smile before he closes his eyes and presses his forehead to yours. hot water still cascading over the both of you, wrapping you up in steam and warmth.
you watch wonwoo for a little bit while his eyes are closed. tracing the dip of his brow, curve of his cheek, and the shape of his lips. before you can rethink it you press a quick kiss there, a little grin tugging at your lips as your boyfriend's eyes fly open. they quickly find you own and you think wonwoo would just melt into a puddle if he could, the way his face flushes (not due to the steamy shower).
in the after, intimacy is something you struggled with giving back to wonwoo. not once has he tried to take any from you for himself, even if he was dying for any love you had to give him. you think he deserves this.
"thank you, my love," you say before going in to kiss him again.
in the after, wonwoo still loves you, and you still love him.
notes: well thanks for reading! i really do hope you enjoyed this as well as on the rocks i don't usually tackle topics this dark? raw? in my writing but it's nice to change it up once in a while
#caratwritersclub#wonwoo x reader#jeon wonwoo x reader#seventeen x reader#seventeen#wonwoo#jeon wonwoo#bee.pollen#fic.
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👁️ 💙⚡ PINK FROM WET COMIC
⚡ 💭 ✨ MAXIM FROM FORP
THIS got. Very Long i put it under the readmore.
👁️ - How do other people perceive this oc? How close do their first assumptions come to the truth?
off the top of my head i actually dont know. i cant believe but i dont really know what The People think of Ink. i wanna say people perceive them as very blunt . straightfowards. a bit silly from this. And i'd say thats right . ink is very forwards with how theyre feeling about things at the moment and far more Act NowThink Never . "because im soooo awesome. thinking is for NERDS!"
💙 - Describe their bedroom! Is it personalized, unchanged? Messy, neat?
(grimly looks off into distance as this prompts me to think about how i wanna redraw the whole prologue so i can better show off ink's bedroom considering what little we saw in comic is Not Accurate.)
ahem. this is to say, Jesus Christ ink has a Lot of "stuff" they keep around very messy. they share a room though so the chaos is (as best as they can manage) restrained to their half of the room.
the "stuff" is mainly trinkets and whatever they've either found outside (e.g. cool rocks, sticks), made (as practice, but they're not allowed to have weapons so its usually just random stuff they thought "i could make that" and then did), or belongs to them (clothes.) (there's not really anything seperating clean clothes from dirty. they're just. all around. doesn'tmatter. shes wearing outdoor shoes inside and sleeps in her outside clothes because why put on pjamas if youre just gonna have to puton the outside clothes again TCH!) . ... tl;dr messy room 1 billion things everywhere on her half of the room.
⚡ - Does this oc have any unusual or “irrational” fears?
white women angels new found fear of knives and other sharp objects "I would never be scared of anything because i could just beat it up who cares. and also if i WAS itd be very . RATIONAL!!" - Ink Wise Words.
& for maxim "forp" . this word scares me i dont know how to feel about shortening fearcorp to that. anyways
⚡ - Does this oc have any unusual or “irrational” fears?
Honestly no Maxim is very rational and would not be scared of whatever. I mean this so nicely to them because i love them dearly but i think Maxim lacks the imagination to even have things to imagine that would be scary. I don't think they're even scared of normal things to be afraid of.
💭 - How is their mental health? Do they struggle with guilt or shame?
this feels really funny to say but maxim is actually doing pretty good. they're extremely normal . until fearcorp happens , which just makes them feel very stressed and worried about Angelina specifically because they're very scared something bad will happen to it , be it from someone else, or it does to itself . (they dont really feel worried for their own well being because... its the strangest thing, really, but they just have this sense of Knowing that they're not really in any danger. They won't die here, like this. but that they don't feel that sure about Angelina, well..)
so no in general maxim doesn't have any problems with their mental health . fearcorp exception due to being literally the most nightmare event anyone in that story has gone through. live laugh love.
✨ - Tell something that makes this oc feel happy!
learning . learning about anything at all, maxim fucking looooooooves that shit so much they're a huge nerd there is no such thing as too much knowing to them, too many details, they love the process of learning, of having their view of the world get expanded by now knowing new shit about it. feed them infinite knowledge they will be so happy...
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oh mark I absolutely LOVE when you post your wips. Just read the Jeddah one and OMG I would spend hours reading it
It unfortunately probably wont be long enough to spend hours reading but im getting close with it! It only needs two more dialogue heavy scenes. But either way im seriously touched! You are always so v nice to me and for that you can have another snippet- because you are nice and not bc im slutty about people reading my fic
(Warning- Gewis and not very sexy pillow talk)
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In the cold light of post coital come down, all Lewis can feel is how sticky they both are, skin tacking anywhere it touches in the humid air only made worse by the sweat they produced rutting together. His clothes feel damp and he doubts George feels much better, said man letting out a hiss through gritted teeth when Lewis finally pulls out.
At least George no longer looks angry at him, if anything he just seems exhausted, laying back against the couch and gazing up at Lewis as he sets about righting himself. The older driver tries his best to ignore the eyes on his back as he slips the condom off and wipes himself down best he can with the tissues he finds lying around on one of the little tables in his cramped room, the space only feeling smaller with Georges palpable expectation taking up space behind him. Lewis only turns back when he’s tucked himself back into his now cold, damp, underwear and thrown the soiled trash into the tiny garbage can by the door.
Now they’ve finished, now he’s fucked all the anger out of his body, all he can feel is yawning, empty space in his gut, a pit he’d been suitably distracted from when he could focus on the writhing rage and jealousy. He feels hollowed out, unable to mask the creeping anxiety that today's performance will become one of many, a pattern of slipping away from the apex. It had been easy to blame George for it all earlier, for standing in his way, for… for doing his job.
But now George is spent on the couch behind him, giving into Lewis the second he’d pressed and allowing him to seek respite from his too loud brain, he can’t bring himself to blame the other man, a guilty feeling settling heavily alongside the doubt.
Lewis wonders distantly if Sebastian ever felt like this when Mercedes’ dominance began, or if Seb was more pragmatic about it. If the German ever felt shame crawling up his legs, chasing each breath, or if the end came all at once.
When he looks up from tugging his trousers back over his hips, George is watching him still, haphazardly cleaning himself up while Lewis was stuck in his own mind. Now the lithe man is leaning back causally against the sofa, his own release wiped off his abs, something horribly observant behind those big blue eyes. The room feels claustrophobic now, like George can see through him to the flaws even sitting here, back in his shorts with his skin still covered in a mix of Lewis’ sweat and his own.
The not so distant memory of Nico using those same anxieties against him after far, far less roars loud and deafening in his mind.
“So-“ George begins, clearing his throat pointedly when it comes out rough, his calm but expectant voice making Lewis jump. “Can we talk about the race now?”
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WAIT WAIT if wars is exiled from his own home ,,,, the amount of dread. he would feel when LU is over and the found family is unfounded my god . like yes, he still wouldn't regret it bc it happened over him standing up for ledge, but that opens up the problem of homelessness and not to mention the spiral he'd probably go down from losing the family he's grown so used to having by his side. from how you've said it, im guessing he really has nobody to lean back on in his own time. i can see him digging his own way out and still finding a way to live happily but the way you've set it up makes at least the first few months for wars post-LU hurt and i am here for it <33
WIGGLES WIGGLES RUNS AROUND IN CIRCLES i actually have . an lu ending established in my head. i wont ramble abt it here cuz i don't wanna stray from ur ask but could y'all possibly indulge me sometime and let me ramble abt the Literal Best Case Scenario that will indeed give wars a very happy ending . it's my beloved ranch au and i cherish it deeply looks at u all like a pathetic little wet dog that's begging for scraps
BUT IF UR HERE FOR HURT,,,, i think i have some. in my head this is sort of a What If scenario—horrible-no-good-terrible-worst-case scenario—cuz i'm a little bitch boy who can't handle unfounded family and ill sob for three days straight if it ever happens for real but i can destroy him in hypothetical scenarios . for the funsies
(warning for unfounding the found family . and also additional stuff in the tags)
he Would be homeless and honestly he'd be damn hard-pressed to find any inn or business who would allow him service. imagine: he's just said goodbye to the chain and he's an absolute wreck—emotionally exhausted and Yeah rly fuckin hopeless, and he trudges to the nearest town he can find and discovers that 1) everybody he sees looks at him w malice, and 2) all of the business owners in town Refuse service to him
he discovers that somehow, at some point, false word had gotten out that their hero "abandoned" them. the stories r all different, and wars has no idea how they originated—some of them claim he simply quit and left, some say he Attacked The Queen and went rogue, some call him a traitor and accuse him of working with and fleeing to other countries, and some think he's Dead
and that . is a fucking slap to the face. he's been training 24/7 since he was 9 years old, put up w the abuse and neglect from his shitty father all the while, risked his life every day when promoted to captain to defend this kingdom from enemies and traitors alike, and when his people abandon him, they accuse him of treason and say he left his home to rot.
he walks through the streets of this town and most families are ushering their children into houses bc they heard the one-man army hero has gone mad. some of the more hostile, up-front people take him head on, spout death threats at him, swipe at him w blades and torches. he can't escape into a building bc no owner will let him in. he Has to flee
and u can imagine how the rest of his days go. search for a town, get chased out, camp in the woods and survive on scraps and dirty river water until he can find another town that prolly Won't sell him anything. he's fucked. he's truly and royally Fucked.
occasionally, he's saved by a town or two that leans toward the other side of things and some people don't believe the stories. some people think he was wronged, some believe he was Murdered, some think he simply fuckin retired, it varies. they're usually nicer to him, sometimes indifferent. the kinder people take him in, give him clean clothes and a warm meal and let him stay at the inn at a discount and sometimes even for free, if he looks particularly ragged or starved (he . is indeed lookin a little thin). he makes sure to thank them plenty
one time, he's invited into a nice family's house and they cook a hearty meal for him, offer a guest bed to rest in. and then they try to kill him in his sleep.
he doesn't take any handouts after that.
it takes a while—and i mean a while—to find somebody who's willing to let him rent a property or stay at an inn for an extended period of time. most people r wary of him, and since they've all heard the stories of how unstoppable he is, to regular old people he now seems like a monster. eventually though, he does find a place and folk who don't think he's all bad that'll let him stay if he pays well. he has plenty of money—he just hasn't been Allowed to spend any of it
that whole other ask ? the whole Point of the scarf deal, and what it symbolizes ? it's . kinda shredded into pieces in this scenario. yes, he did get better from his time in the war and Yes, the scarf still represents him finally finding a family to love and happiness to be had, but . now that's gone. his family is Gone. literally all that he has left is his mother's scarf, and even what it represents feels,,,,,,,,, soiled
he can't even visit his mother's grave. the cemetery is in castle town. he's been robbed of Literally Everything
.,, yeah ok that's all im so sorry GVIEAGYV hate to cut it short but this is too sad for me and like I said I'm a goddamn little bitch boy and if he doesn't get happiness RIGHT NOW !!!!!!!!!! I'LL DIE!!!!
i like to think he'd get better. but honestly ? that's . so much on him. all that on Such a sensitive and sweet person is a lot. i feel like he'd be miserably unhappy and hopeless for . a long time
#BUT GOOD THING THAT'S JUST A WHAT IF SCENARIO :DDDDD [my face is covered in tears]#when u think about it artemis and impa in this case Ruined His Life . [lets out the most stressed sigh you've ever heard]#once again have no idea how to tag this#tw homelessness#homelessness#tw starvation#starvation#<- he learned a Little from the others about hunting and foraging for food#it's enough to survive . but he's not getting a whole lot out of it#he's a city boy . he did not grow up having to hunt and he'd never even seen a goddamn deer before he became captain#even though the opportunity for angst is So goddamn high this is not a canon thing for like . my version of lu i guess#i need wars to be happy .#picture an image of maslow's hierarchy of needs next to me and the entire basic needs section is simply warriors being happy#torturing him is fun tho . he gets to suffer a little sometimes. as a treat#qktalks#soul-of-rei
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I’m in the elevator at the hospital. The doors shut and I start hyperventilating, it feels like I’m in there for an hour. I step out and my heart drops into my stomach, Im breathing in and out as slow as I can to calm my heart rate. I have to walk down the hall to the room my dad is dying in and the moment the door opens and our eyes meet, every time it’s harder. What has he been told today, how uncomfortable was he overnight have the doctors told him yet he has 3 months to live although I’ve been begging them not to. I step in and I’m out of my body. I walk over to him while officially disassociating. My tears stop and I Immediately begin to act like his nurse. I hate the nurses, they don’t know anything about him so I hate them irrationally. It’s my job, this is my job. HE has been my job my whole entire life. Fuck off. Proof that the meanest people you come across are in excruciating pain, one of the millions of lessons I’ve learned during this 2 weeks of my life.
I begin to feel myself coming back after about 15 minutes, I’m not disassociated anymore and I panic. I feel myself needing to vomit or punch the wall. My entire body is filled with rage and hate for the world. For God. For people who believe in him. I get up..walk around, clean his table, clean the container he’s been having to use the restroom in. I go into the bathroom and hyperventilate as fast as I can. Treating my body like a machine…I let myself push the panic out with each breath and I’m gone again. At least for another 15-20 minutes. This process repeats from morning until night for 2 weeks.
He couldn’t eat so I didn’t.
He couldn’t sleep comfortably so I didn’t allow myself to either.
He wasn’t ok and I didn’t allow myself to be even for a moment.
I became him, I wanted his cancer too. My whole life I’ve absorbed his pain, carrying it with me, giving it to everyone and everything. He’s the love of my life. I’ve never known anything different. He hasn’t been himself since my older sister died, he felt about her the way I feel about him.. I would scream to her when I got home from the hospital screaming at the sky to make this stop…to make him better, I heard a response one night in my head… whether it was her or my subconscious ,I still don’t know. She said “he’s my dad too” and she hadn’t seen him in years. I knew I had to give him back. I told her to take him.
The last 2 days were just me standing by, holding the blue bags for when patients get sick for him. feeling him and hearing him get worse, I still can’t see one of those bags without my body filling with panic. I would lie to him, 2 weeks ago in the emergency room before we got to the hospital he told me he didn’t think he had cancer, that he was going to be fine, he always has been. He told the doctor “I have daughters so let’s figure this out” it was just him & I together a week later when 2 doctors came in and told him he had around 3 months left. I wanted to kill them. I’ve never felt rage like that in my life. He asked the doctors if he could just be alone to talk with me, they left and he never said anything about it or anything at all. He didn’t want to and I didn’t want to make him. When he started getting worse I started lying. I would say I know this hurts I know it’s so bad but it’s getting better we’re going to be together and everything is going to be okay we just have to get through this small part and it’ll be so much better. I said this knowing any moment could be his last. I know know why….i was so terrified at the thought of him laying there knowing the end of his life was coming too early and having the time to regret anything. I didn’t want him to think like a dying person.
I got a call that he was gone.
He has been everything to me my entire life and now I’m sitting in my garage filled with everything he owned, deciding what to keep…
I sat out in that garage in 105 degree weather for weeks in his clothes sobbing.
Every night when my fiancé would fall asleep I would sneak outside down my apartment stairs into the garage, in the dark and just cry in his clothes. Waking up usually an hour or 2 later drenched in sweat. I got his ashes and the first thing I did was open them and felt them and cried. I took my hand out and couldn’t get off the ashes left on my hand, I looked up at my sink from my floor and for some reason didn’t want to wash it off. I ran my fingers through my hair and down my face and wrapped my arms around myself.
I understood him more than I ever had now. I understood this pain he felt when he got the call that my sister died in a car accident and he was never the same. Immediately I felt horrible for the ways I had judged him. The way grief like this feels, it changes you forever. Good or bad, you’re different now and you will never be the person you were before.
I woke up one night drenched in sweat panicking and my thoughts were racing and wrote them down.
Specifically, I wrote:
“This hurt so bad I screamed like I was giving birth
I know now that I was.
You were gone I was reborn.”
Dramatic, yeah. It’s just what I felt.
I kept reading it the next day shocked at how exact the statement was. My entire life as far as I can remember was worrying about my dad. He had 3 daughters and we all felt this way. Calling him to ask if he was okay because we would get a “feeling”. Extremely codependent to him, obsessed with his pain and emotions carrying them around so much that I had never become human, just a vessel for his pain or rage or sadness. That’s not what he wanted but I couldn’t help it, I was obsessed with him and his emotions. Needing to adjust them constantly. I’ve been worried sick my entire life due to decisions he made and I’ll admit I had anger towards him. Constant anger and love and stress and panic and desperation for him all twisted together, I was a wreck for most my life.
But still the guilt I felt for feeling reborn was heavy. I still struggle with that. Gaining a life of my own out of the loss of him. The day he died my fiancé took me to pick up a puppy. Exactly like the dog my dad had when I was growing up. Troy. I looked at this puppy and he was my dad’s dream dog and mine too. If I didn’t have that dog I would have taken my life and I know that with no hesitation. Not because of the pain of him gone but because I needed to know where he was, I felt desperate to ask questions and have a conversation with him about everything that had just happened…I wanted to ask him if I did a good job. This desperation lead me to feeling like taking my life wasn’t a big deal at all, if my dads gone it’s not so crazy that I’m gone too. People die and it happens fast and life has to move on because the world expects you too. I didn’t see my death as scary anymore but just leaving one world to go to another and this one I knew my dad was in and I just needed to speak to him. Blue changed all of that. My days stayed occupied raising a golden retriever puppy. I poured all my love into him and he saved my life.
I don’t know what this is. Ive left out a million details that would string this all together properly but this is just a stream of consciousness because I’m up at 3am, thinking about it all, which feels normal now. A year and a half now and I still can feel all of that sickness in my chest like I felt at the hospital. I’m still desperate to talk to him but I love my family I’ve made myself here. My dad did too. I really don’t know why I typed this all out but I’m just going to assume for some reason I needed to. Maybe because someone else somewhere in the early stages of this needs it too.
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Okay I lied. Here's one more because I can't help myself with these wonderful asks for this event. Bear with me please. <3
🌷 not a ghost but with a little twist
I don't know if this is allowed (but since you said I'm loki in your cym ask, I might as well act like it👀) - I don't write fics but I do give reviews, so I was thinking to link my favourite Sirius Black fic written by a really good friend here. It's worth it I promise.
@bookshelf-dust is worth the hype and I want to talk to you about Sirius Black of course
A masterpiece - here you go
If you're okay with this if course<33
reading + reacting to other writers' fics // love and mandrakes - sirius black
a little twist 👀 i like that
honestly, i don't care whether it's your own fic or not, because just reading other people's work makes me happy <3
live reaction:
i’m already a sucker for a fic that happens during herbology class, you you got me there
i love professor sprout omg
i would be so sad if i killed a plant in her class istg
there he is!! my boy!! always with the theatrical entrance, as he should!! i love him too!!
i would kill to be in professor sprout’s class
i see what you’re trying to do mr. black
now i can’t get the picture of remus piercing a shitfaced siruis in the middle of break while regulus stands there and watches
i’m imagining remus tossing sanitizing cloths at sirius whenever it is time to clean the piercing
wow, you just summarized my entire time at high school when it came to group projects
i love sirius
did i already mention that?
he’s just great
and an ass, but in a good way
teamwork makes the dream work ohooo
simp sirius is the best sirius
queen mention queen mention queen mention-
OMG A LITTLE SHOP OF HORROS REFERENCE IM STFFGHGSDSHJ GOING FERAL
sirius would fucking love a little shop of horrors
(also, the big brain move of using a musical that features
teasing = flirting
CO-PARENTING A MANDRAKE OMFG I AM UNWELL
GENIUS
the mandrake is a child of divorce send tweet
forest green is my favourite colour omg
REMUS MY FAVOURITE BOY THERE YOU ARE
oh i can already tell everything that relates to remus is going to be my favourite part
early retirement i am crying
remus being overdramatic
he’s just like me fr
we love to see it
bisexual sirius confirmed
remus is so done with them hjgsdlzg
i love him
help their banter makes my day
wolfstar besties, my heart <3
“look at this fucker” SIRIUS THAT’S YOUR CHILD
friend ;))))
simp sirius part i lost count
remussssss <333
now both are just simping huh
being reading besties with remus is all i want in life
reading with sirius would be so chaotic oh god
attention starved is sirius’ only mood
AHHHHH PLAYING WITH HIS HAIR I AM SGKSGTSSGSLU
oh god i loved it!!
my favourite lines:
She’s been briefed on what his home life is like, too, and who he has to put up with. And since she was a young girl, Pomona has been determined to give everyone a fair chance.
→ i teared up a bit
“I was prohibited,” he says, pressing a scandalized hand to his chest. “Remus did it for me over break, while my brother played nurse.”
“And for the record,” he adds, “Remus was very strict with my cleaning regimen, so I did not get any infections if that’s what you’ve been contemplating.”
→ this is canon
"Feed her, Seymour," you say, and Sirius whips his head towards you.
→ the impact this line had on me is astronomical
“I’ve realized we’re co-parenting a Mandrake,” he starts, “and I feel as though I should at least know a little something about the mother of my child.” You raise your eyebrows at him. “You know, to ensure that they don’t grow up lacking proper guardianship.”
“First, you don’t want to be friends, and now, you want our child to be one of divorce.”
“Sirius, we haven’t even been married.”
He presses his forehead against the stone next to you, and you turn to look at him. “I’m pretty sure there are a good bit of people who’ve been married and know less about each other than we do,” he says.
→ this whole part had me screaming
“I don’t come to class one day, and you’ve made a new friend? Why couldn’t you have made a new one any other day? I think I need some time off. Maybe even early retirement.”
“It’s rude to abuse the wounded.”
→ remus is my baby, i love him
“You say that as if I won’t do it.”
James sits up, but only enough so that he may rearrange himself into a poorly structured child’s pose. “Stop being such fucking tease and do it then, babe.”
→ is this queerness i smell
“See? Look at this fucker. My child.” Sirius gestures dramatically at the potted plant. Remus leans up against one of the tables, only slightly amused, much more out of breath.
→ a plus parenting sirius
“You whined about me making new friends,” Sirius says, “so that I’d leave you alone, and now you’ve taken it upon yourself to steal said friend from me?”
→ dkjsksgl
“I want you to play with my hair,” Sirius says.
→ deceased, dead, i died
final review:
this was so so good omg!! the pining, the flirting, the co-parenting??? i loved everything about this you have no idea. i may not be the biggest marauders stan to ever exist and i’m more of a moony type of person, but i love pads so much <333 he is baby <333 i also have to say that this did not read like a 5k fic, i was genuinely surprised how quickly this was over.
→ to my event post!
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Away from home - chapter 4
Y/N is an actress, filming for her first lead role in the film adaptation of her favourite childhood book, produced by maximum effort.
She bonds with Ryan Reynolds over their share Love of the Korean pop band Stray Kids, and he has a surprise for her.
When she starts missing home and the darkness creeps upon her, her hotel neighbour comes to her rescue.
Trigger warnings- mentions of depression, self harm and anxiety
Stray kids fan fic
Mainly staring 3ratcha
But the other boys do make appearances it's just easy to keep to minimum of characters lol
Chan x oc
This is my first ever fan fiction so if it's shit soz.
He's gonna be here in like 20 minutes, so I'm cleaning up my room. Well shoving things into my wardrobe, but that's practically the same thing. I get dressed in some comfy clothes, and organise all my character work and script work on the table. I have a lot of thoughts about Tabby and her story. She's allowed me to tap into something more confident and almost powerful. I need to be more like her.
There's a knock at the door. He's five minutes early. I look through the peephole and there he is. Dressed all in black with his laptop and files. He looks so gorgeous. I hype myself up before opening the door. Don't fuck this up Y/N. You've got this!
"Hey!" I say it just a bit too loud, but he walks into my room ignoring that.
"Hey" He smiles. I lead him to the coffee table and sofa in my room. We sit down, our knees touching. That damned spark again.
"So ive had a read through the script and i think i understand most of the subtext theres a few places where id love your help!" He starts rifling through his copy of the script, hes marked places he thinks would be best paired with something unique. It looks like my script, all covered in highlighter and markings. I cant help but smile at how much he seems to be enjoying this job.
"Can i just ask why you took the job?". I ask, "not that youre not equipped for it, its just im sure you and the kids are always busy." He shifts in his seat to face me.
"I loved doing deadpool. And Ryan asked if we'd like to this film and we read the script and loved it. Unfortunately only the 3 of us could find the time to make it out here. Minho and seungmin have long-standing MCing jobs, I.Ns filming his acting debut," he leans in,"which you didn't hear from me. Hyunjin is creating a fashion line with versace, and Felix has gone back to Australia for a few months."
"Didn't you want to join him? Felix, I mean. Go back home and enjoy being with your family?" I ask
"A part of me did Yeah, but my sister Hannah's out here anyway and I've planned to see her a few times. She may even spend sometime on set with us if I can sort that out."
"Oh I'd love that!! Weirdly enough I actually found your guys music through Hannah's YouTube channel. People kept mentioning her brother so I checked out your music. Think Maniac may have been the first song I listened too." I admitted.
"I was gonna ask you about that actually. I heard you and Ryan bonded over your love of our music?"
"Yeah", I said shyly. "Kind of embarrassing, but yeah. During preproduction rehearsal for the dance scenes we'd blast your music for warm up. We actually almost used Thunderous for one of the dance routines!"
"You were really good before by the way. I forgot to say before. Me, Han and Changbin all thought you could give danceracha a run for their money." I blush. I don't know if this is him flirting but I bloody hope it is
"That's very sweet of you," for what feels like hours, but is merely seconds we hold eye contact. He then looks down at my lips and back to my eyes. I must be imagining that.
"You know what you want?" I break the gaze by pulling out the hotels room service menu.
The next few hours we spend talking about the script and characters. It feels like we've known each other for ages. He's so inspiring with his passion for his job, he's fueling the passion I have for my own. Everything we say in agreement, totally understanding the story in the same way. Dissecting the relationships and themes with such glee.
It's almost midnight by the time he leaves. I walk him to his door, a total of 4 steps from my own.
"Goodnight," i say, "I had a lot of fun!"
"Me too" He replies opening his door. "What time is your call time tomorrow?" He asks leaning against the door frame.
"Keith's picking me up at 9" I reply
"I'll message Sara to say I'm joining you, if that's cool with you?" He queries, running his hand through his slightly curly hair.
"I meet you out here at 8:50?"
"It's a date. Goodnight Y/N."
"Goodnight Christopher"
"I like that. You using my full name."
"I'll keep that in mind". We kind of just hang there in our respective door frames.
"Goodnight....I think that's the 3rd time I've said that." I laugh "ill see you in the morning" He nods and we close our doors.
I go to my bed and ring my mum to tell her about everything that's just happened. She answers but can't stay on the call for long, she's about to head off to work. I hate time differences.
#chan x reader#bang chris#christopher bang#bang chan#seo changbin#3racha scenarios#stray kids fanfic#stray kids
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the aira superfan the world collection
mod toku here. so while mod pensive was making an “aira has hanahaki because of his love of idols as a whole” au (read here: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3047022) i was also pitching in with some…suggestions…
so without any further ado enjoy my efforts to contribute to the aira angst extended lore (with the added bonus of asta torture)
(note that the formatting is a bit chunky cus these are all discord messages ✌️)
1/10
toku | pensive | asta
(context: there’s a point in the au where aira, trying his best during his early days at yumenosaki, gets invited to join/form several units with various classmates, all of which later disbanding due to a lack of audience; this is my proposed result to that)
concept: he's spent so long working so incredibly hard to get his career, his dream, somewhere to the point where's he's practically living in his idol uniform/practice outfit and he's losing sleep over it, he can't find the time to eat when he might miss a job opening, a free gig, some kind of opportunity to make the time really count and it culminates when he like passes out in class and doesn't wake up until long past the end of the day to which point the staff send him home for the rest of the week to rest up because "it would reflect badly on the academy if this were to have happened anywhere public. your choices are your own but we cannot allow the impression that we as an institution actively overwork our idols" and so then he's back in his room for the first time in... a while, actually, and he doesn't know what to do with himself so he lays down and tries to sleep but the need to work, that need that's been settled into his bones over the past weeks comes bounding towards him like an overactive puppy and god even if he can't do idol work he has to do something so he organizes. he looks at all his hard-collected merchandise, his most precious treasures, and cleans off the thing dust settled over them (...when did that get there?) and repositions them on his desk so they better reflect the seniors he's seen around campus (because sakuma rei and tenshouin eichi would never be within that distance of each other) and he's thinking about school and how yumenosaki has produced so many wonderful, loveable, spectacular idols and he just can't make the cut and feels a tickle in his throat when he almost forgets to add a "yet" to the end of that sentence and suddenly the clothes he's wearing chafe against him and his head is too hot, his hands are too sweaty and fuck he has to take a shower and when he gets out he finds that he, somehow, can't even look at the majority of his wardrobe filled to the brim with more and more idol merch so he digs for something that won't remind him of the grand stage he'd finally reached, even if it was empty when he stood on it, and of the crowds he never saw and the small boxes of pins and stickers bulk-ordered in an hope-filled meeting that they never actually sold and he finds a worn shirt from an old anime, something about magic-wielding detectives?, that he used to like watching and he puts it on and when his throat and those traitorous lungs feel the ever slightest bit of reprieve for the first time in so, so long because he's staring resolutely at that one patch of wall he never quite found a poster the right size for, finally wearing something that's not his uniform, or training gear, or any kind of merch and he's not thinking of idols but he's never not thinking of idols so, of course, he thinks of idols and then it comes back with that same insufferable tickle and his mouth is dry and he wants to cry and can't pinpoint just one "why"
pensive ur right aira suffering is so fun
:D join me
IM PUNCHING YOU BOTH IM SHAKING AND SOBBING GET AWAY FROM HIM /joke
#enstars#ensemble stars#asta torture#mods talk#writing snippets#aira shiratori#aira superfan#aira angst posts#misc#aira superfan the world collection
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i dont. understand. when are they expecting us to be able to do laundry. i have an hour in the morning i guess but i physically cant get myself out of bed unless its absolutely the last minute and they dont wait for you to hang up your laundry, theyll just drive away from you.
theres also an hour right after i come home from work but generally i need it to change clothes or shower and to regain some of my energy.
after dinner theres like 2 hours but jesus christ i JUST got back from work and i share laundryday with another guy, i have no idea how much laundry hes gonna do
then theres a meeting every other monday and a dumb bullshit hike that takes like 2 hours then were back around 7:30 or 8 i think and generally after a long tiring hike where noone waits for you so you dont get even one break even tho your legs are burning there isnt much energy for laundry. and then theres that one meal we get afterwards as a reward or whatever for the hike and then at 9 they lock the laundryroom.
so theres like 1 and a half hours there too ig but who has the fucking energy. we need showers too. and to eat. so like yeah theres like a few hours here and there and one load of laundry takes half an hour with the big machine but thats still a very tight schedule. esp considering they REALLY want us to go on the hikes cus its An AcTiViTy ThAtS gOoD fOr YoU.
like. i have limited energy and i only have so much time in the day. i can only do so much in one day before i run out of energy and i need to be allowed to be tired and need to rest too. i dont function well on tuesday evenings specifically because im exhausted. its why i take wednesdays and fridays off. i need the extra rest and time. like. idk how to even explain it without sounding lazy and whiny and kinda pathetic for not being able to do a million things a day back to back. but i actually need time to decompress and shit. idk.
the point ismondays are a shit day to do laundry, i dont want to do it on wednesdays cus i like to have time off but im expected to clean my room the millisecond i wake up and im more often than not woken up with "good morning, what are you going to do today, i think you should do laundry and cleanyour room" like thanks now i cant get out of bed until 12 and i cant do anything i was planning to do cus yall wont stop fucking pestering me if i dont do whats expected of me every single minute im alive, and they never fucking check when i actually do clean and usually cleaning my room results in 'you missed a spot'. like why even botver. its so fucking stressfull and i dont know how to stop bekng stressed and when people try to help they make it worse and itpisses me off so much, i hate having people mess witvmy stuff and moving shit around and touching fucking dirty clothes then moving clean stuff.
like jesus christ im allowed to be tired. i need to be allowed to have hobbies and free time that doesnt result in my brain being occupied by being pissed cus someone told me what im Supposed to do instead of just allowing me to fucking do what i need or want to do. like can i get five fucking minutes where i dont feel guilty cus i dont shower fast enough or i dont mop the floor fast enough and i dont walk fast enough and im not strong enough to just do shit without ever getting tired or needing rest.
were not even doing real therapy rn, i wanted a psychologist and i still havent gotten one, i wanted to talk to the economics guy and i still havent been able to, i cant talk to anyone who isnt my primary contact and i have no idea how to even reach out to her plus shes not always working so i dont always see her, and like. a lot of the time i feel like whatever i say is just Too Emotional and its not actually worth the time but my guy my parents have been treating me like i dont deserve to exist in front of them since i was a fucking toddler and when i got bullied in school my parents thought that was my own fault for getting angry that i was being treated like shit. i didnt fucking grow up with people who cared about me unless it suited them, im fucking allowed to be upset and confused and terrified and worried about shit. it makes perfect sense that i dont understand any fucking thing and im struggling so fucking much. i should be getting help and getting rid of the shitty fucking house and getting diagnosed and maybe even medicated. i should be in fucking therapy and i should be talking to SOMEONE about shit instead of sitting in my room crying every weekend cus i dont know whats wrong with me and im starting to get worried that im just too fucked up to be fixable or atleast able to be liked by people
in other news the laundrymachine was taken and theres stuff hanging to dry cus the people working here did laundry today and now i have to wait until saturday and i have like 2 tshirts and 2 pants and one bra and one sweater thats clean and that will not last until monday
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Imposter
TW: Abuse, Self Harm, Y/Ns kind of a brat
Note: I don't own criminal minds
Y/N works for a lousy criminal that pretends to go in retirement just to set up a new plan to destroy the bau since Y/N has been working for him by force. Y/N has to go undercover while secretly destroying everything in her way but will a certain boy genius change that?
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Y/N pov:
It was a normal cloudy thursday morning- forceful may I add.
I just got done being dragged around by my asshole of a boss to the point where my hands were numb and had slight cuts from every sharp fucking thing that bastard didn't even clean up.
And you thought sidekicks got the best out of everything? I wasn't even supposed to be here. It's either work for a bitch or die and do nothing. The man I'm working for doesn't even go by a name. It's just master. What kinda fucked up crack daddy shit is this?
He says I need to act Normal like I'm interested in everything at the Bau and just go along with their program and don't get caught well fuck. Atleast I get a new name because I really wish I actually had a new name right now.
I walk to the front of the bau acting a little nervous i was playing with my hair before I went inside. I was expecting it to look this way but eEEeeeeEeK-
a dark fit looking man gave me a confused yet amused look. Ummmm he laughed a little bit first time here? He paused for a second Im SSA Luke Alvez He asked. I didn't know if I should make an awkward noise or yell? Nice to meet you im....Rowen. Nice to meet you too? Where you heading off to?
I lied by saying I was here to write about what happens inside the bau on a daily basis for some other job. I got scared if the lie wasn't going to work because for a moment Luke gave me the stink eye until he said hope you don't get too annoyed with the same cases he joked. Yeah hahaha I faked laughed. Hope is a strong word.
While the rest of the bau welcomed me and left me in peace to continue literally writing nothing all damn day I decided to sneak around.
As soon as I was about to get up I saw a tall man with fluffy long hair that was extremely attractive looking at me. Wondering to himself while holding two cups of coffee.
Hi? I said confusingly. The man realized what he was about to say and blinked a few times oh sorry- he laughed nervously I don't know what happened to me there. I'm spencer want a coffee? Spencer said as he held out the cup. Rowan and thanks.
So spencer went on..... do you have a certain topic you want to start on about all of this? As I was thinking about the jail. I thought of something. There's no such thing as attracting to get the goal until I thought.
What if you knew if I was already here way before this and just wanted to stare just like the rest of the girls? What if I just wanted to get a lick out of Dr. Spencer Reid?
After all of the disturbing conversations about things I wasn't even interested in I began to move after saying thanks to the Greek god. I decided to sneak in a file room and text my boss, send a picture, and move on again.
but every God forsaken fucking time I do that Spencer shows up. Before He could even grab my wrist I had a terrible flashback about the man I was working for watching me bleed, and bleed and laughing. I took a step back all out of breathe. As Spencer looked at me with concern.
Rowan- don't I said cutting him off as I pulled my waist from him and walking off. Wait- I cut him off again what is there to wait for Spencer? Well Spencer began considering you keep on crossing your arms you're not only secretly in a bitchy mood but you're cold and since It looks like your clothes are a tad worn out giving a bit of an 80s look it looks like you need somewhere else to stay.
How did you?- I said I was a profiler earlier weren't you listening? I was for a bit not going to lie I laughed spencer rolled his eyes. Come on I'm letting you stay at my place. No's aren't allowed and no further questions asked about my job
because I'm hungry and exhausted and I know you would be fine with that and us both can use a nap.
Does Indian food sound good to you? Usually Indian places arent that filled up, we don't have to it's just a- Spencer I giggled a little it's fine I'm okay with Indian. Spencer smiled a bit and was like
well we better get going unless you want to see what it's like working in the dark he joked dramatically. Yeah let's go I said ignoring him and walking out to his car. Hey you gotta admit you weren't expecting that one. Uh huh I said sure pretty boy.
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yapping abt family hcs for ud
starting w the washingtons bc whatever . i think josh's dad is widely interpreted to be kind of a shitty dad, and honestly i do write that a lot, like i don't go against it ever. but i like the idea of the dad being cool, crafty and humorous. i should write that more Tbh . however i expanded more on the first interpretation i mentioned. i give josh's dad a lot of issues, like he's got his own problems going on (won't go into it bc im afraid of ppl looking at me sideways, not that the hcs are weird but idk) for the mom, she's kinda always been the same for me; she values academics, ethics, and wants the best for her kids. as soon as josh and the twins were able to work she was like, apply for jobs. as soon as they were able to get their permits she was like. ur getting that damn permit. she wasn't That strict but like her kids didn't have to be told twice. like they just listened bc her tone was firm enough (i hc for the mom that shes been like working all her life, she's a very determined woman)
now onto jess- i give her a step dad, her bio dad kinda dipped before jess could really remember him. jess is veryyyt much like her mom. her mom is like an energetic person, i imagine she's like short asf, had a party phase in college, and wants jess to seek out experiences that feel good to her. and she's very supportive. her step dad is a chill, mellow kind of guy too, he's not as energetic and outspoken but he's supportive too. jess also mentions in game how her parents do throw money away to replace her phones, i think her parents are like Girl how the fuck do you keep losing / breaking your phones. so they give her warnings, hence why jess dramatizes it and is like "my parents Will Kill me :[" also jess's mom is that mom that everyone loves. like even emily is like "i love that bitch". i think jess has a little sister, like a baby sister, who constantly makes messes that jess has to clean up after.
speaking of emily, both of her parents are business people. classy, no nonsense (except her dad can be kinda jokey). her mom is much like josh's where she wants emily to excel in academics, get shit done and be successful. so emily works toward that, 4.0 bitch. her parents do trust her a lot too, they're usually away on business trips, so they allow her to invite friends over, but they can also be very punishing like if they come back and the house is fucked up, emily has to clean it and she doesn't get off scott free even if she does that. but generally they're pretty lenient with her and they don't hassle her. i think emily has a younger teenage brother, who's ur average annoying gamer. he's not left off the hook tho, he still has to keep his shit together, sometimes emily helps him study
ashley has both of her parents in the picture. her dad looks like he jumped out of a 70s sitcom. like plaid shirts, giant glasses, he tries to be stern and strict abt things like curfew but sucks at enforcing it. so like cady heron's dad lfkdnsbs. id say ashleys mom js like cadys too, but ashleys mom has more whimsy to her. her mom collects and is a painter, likes sewing from time to time (she sewed ashleys first day of hs clothes) ashley has a baby brother to me, but hes not as messy as jess's little sister. ashley's parents are also aware of ashley's crush on chris, and even they're like ... Do you Liiiike him? and they tease her abt it often.
sam's parents are surprisingly stern. i like the idea of them being kinda chill and shit but idk. i often write her parents being strict with her academics and stuff, but it's mainly only wanting her to pass her classes. they're both sports people also, so they stress that sam works out and does a sport. sam to me seems like she did a lot of sports and didn't stick to one, but she's good at a lot of them too. she's good at tennis (but always lost to hannah 😭), she played for the girls soccer team, she did baseball but didn't like it as much, she tried cheer and also didn't like it (jess wanted her to join). her parents don't lack any fun tho, they often go out and take sam along. i view sam as an only child too, so it's just her and her parents at some fancy restaurant. maybe it's awkward, maybe it's not. her parents also focus on healthy foods and shit. her dad studied anatomy and physiology in college and always drops some random ass health facts
matt's parents are probably the most supportive people ever. his dad is the definition of "he's a little confused but he's got the spirit" bc his dad is so uninformed about sports. like he'll cheer for the wrong team at the game with Confidence... his dad is also crazy abt video games, he used to work at as a game journalist at one point. he has like old video game discs in this thick ass binder that holds all of them (my dad literally does this). the mom is just as nerdy as him tbh, they're like Thee couple. she's often the one arranging outings and stuff like that, and if she asks her husband to do it... that shit never happening. he usually forgets lol, but it ain't all cookies and cream like... they do want matt to succeed and get his scholarship. they ask about his grades a lot. matt also has three younger brothers, chaotic little trio they are. they're like LARPers in the backyard, always playing a new game with each other.
mike also has parents that are very business savvy. his dad is a mayor, previously worked in real estate. he's worked at a lot of construction sites for the town that they live in. he's a big name, maybe not as big as bob washington, but definitely well known . his mom is a nurse, but mainly works from home or if she's at work, she's usually in her office. mike to me has an older brother . like one that he's not really close to but when the guy visits, they have an ok time. his older brother like moved out forever ago and is 4 years older than him. mike at first seems like an only child but no. his parents are much like the others where they did stress academic success, so when mike was class president they were like so proud of him. but they can be kind of neglectful as well... often leaving for days at a time, or not being home until dark. but mike doesn't mind bc he just invites people over or throws a party when he can. his parents are also aware of how much he hops between girlfriends but they never keep up or seem interested in actually knowing the girl. besides emily. she made them get to know her bc she wasn't about to visit and have them not respect her lool
and chris . he's one that i've talked at length about so this might be nothing new. i gave chris a packed backstory so just keep that in mind. heads up for like abuse and stuff like that. his dad is an asshole full stop. and yeah the guy has his issues too. i hc his dad as this hard ass, former military sargeant. he's not in it anymore, but his experiences in it impacted him immensely. however, he's always been strict and no nonsense. he always asks chris if he's thinking about getting a girlfriend, he wants chris to be a man in charge . chris kinda doesn't want to be like his father. chris is a mommas boy to me, and speaking of his mom, she was so unlike her husband it's crazy. she was a very chill woman, very interested in gardens and anything botanical. she wanted chris to just do what he liked, but his dad would oppose that. i think chris ended up losing his mom at a young age, and could be an explanation for why he tends to shut down in emotional situations. his dad didn't cope well with losing his wife, along with being very verbally degrading, it would sometimes get physical when they'd argue. needless to say i don't give chris a good home life . his step mom is okay, she's not as mean as his dad, but it's not enough for chris to want to stay at home . chris is also the most only child i've ever seen in a video game
anyways there you have it. these are the headcanons i operate under when writing :]
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