#Kai angst

[notsosmug87]

Seeing how the first part ended.

If bonzle tells Kai that she met some guy named Agent Jay Walker. An Administration agent who says he can’t remember anything about what he did before and has fucking lightning powers.

Kai now knows about the whereabouts of Jay, but he can’t do shit about it.

He can’t tell his team, Jays best friend, he can’t tell his sister; Jays own WIFE about what kinda predicament he’s in because he’s basically stuck in HELL.

And it’s gonna hurt him so bad because of it. Because of the fight they had in Crystalized because of the shit that he went through in seabound because of the fact Nya has been looking for Jay since Day one of the merge.

And he’s Just powerless to do anything.

ALL OF THIS HAPPENS AFTER NYA SAYS “The love of my life could never forget me.”

OH MY GODDDDDDDD

[moamidzyism]

one for the road (h.kk + k.th)

ʚ♡⃛ɞ another tale of boy likes girl... but so does his best friend.

fluff + angst ౨ৎ ୨୧ huening kai x fem!reader x kang taehyun, rockstar!au, college!au, suggestive featuring all members of txt, all of itzy, wonbin from riize, yunjin from le sserafim, ningning from aespa, and huening lea started. sep 1 ended. status. ongoing posting schedule. sundays, tuesdays, thursdays, saturdays [masterlist • reblogs + feedback appreciated]

event masterlist

profiles: protagonists and friends

i. opening sequence ii. it could be fun iii. the battle begins iv. 365 party girl v. lea's fan club and others vi. party animals (written; 749 words) vii. slut acknowledging viii. score! ix. twice as hard x. ayahuasca in bali xi. sucks to suck! xii. the plot thickens (written; 781 words) xiii. round of eight xiv. relationships r hard xv. the most wonderful time of the year xvi. project partners (written; 1122 words) xvii. which could mean anything xviii. busy busy bees xix. crazier things have happened xx. party of the century (written + smau; 2119 words) xxi. the girls are fighting xxii. the end of an era (written; 1008 words) xxiii. the whole house sad xxiv. is this fucking play about us? xxv. weird n good xxvi. care xxvii. cherry xxviii. tiny moves (written; 1551 words) xxix. sinners (written; 910 words) xxx. real love baby

bonus chapter: so what had happened was? (written)

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[garmadonskitten]

^Ninjago fandom's current state

[flamerkai69]

kai needs a hug

[bulletswithribbons]

"Fucking hate journalists"

Kai Anderson X Fem!reader // NSFW

Warnings: Kai Anderson. You guess it. Very little plot, degrading, non-con/dob-con, mentions of murder, implied masochism, rough oral sex (m receiving), gun play, slut shaming, hair pulling, let me know if I missed any.

Summary: Kai breaks in your house to teach you your place after non-stop asking him back handed questions during the interview. Events eventually take a twisted turn, you were never that much of a good girl anyways.

Word count: 2.5k

a/n: This is my first ever fic, I've read plenty and wrote smut before so I'm pretty confident. But first time publishing so here we go.

Interviewing Kai right after his campaign was not the best call at all, especially the way you kept pressing him. You knew you shouldn’t have but this is war whether he knew it or not. You took a vow on yourself to make him expose himself on his own. You’ve always been suspicious about him but you had no proof of your accusations, and calling someone out based on your gut is not really professional, especially as a journalist. 

Even though someone had to confront him about his mistakes and fear mongering, your questions only made things worse, for you at least. You pushed too hard, making him feel small in front of the media. He could sense your suspicion with every question, and it's clear you put a big dent in his ego.

You were sitting on your desk, ticking your pen as a form of anti-stress. A bit of a mess actually, papers scattered, pens strewn about. Newspapers and magazines pile up, post-it notes plastered everywhere and a coffee cup long forgotten. Your desk lamp sits on the edge, casting a soft, warm glow in the room. You've always preferred gentle lights especially when working, it helps you think.

Your thoughts spiral around making your headache worse than it already is. How could you possibly put him down, once and for all..?

A bone-chilling breeze whispers over the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You enjoy it while it lasts, a refreshing breeze in this stifling hot night. It must have come from the window behind you, although you don't remember leaving it open... It doesn't matter. Nothing does as long as you still have work to do.

Your slender fingers reach for your white blouse, unbuttoning it. Once removed, you toss it aside, letting it fall to the floor, trying to cool your temperature down. You're digging through Kai's files, searching for a gap to use against him. It wasn't your job to do so. But as a journalist of course, you'd investigate and research to report the facts and keep people up with the facts.

Perhaps it's because you take what he says in the media personally. After all, a part of you is a feminist, a part you're not ready to let go of, at least for the sake of all the women who fought for their place in this world. You see through his manipulation tactics because you've seen them before. You know a narcissist when you see one.

"Fuck!" You shout as you throw the papers off your desk.

"Hm, come on now, how dare you throw these papers. We don't want little big mouth to lose her temper." He tsks, with an overly sweet tone dripping with sarcasm.

Shocked, you recognize the voice as you feel something hard poking you in the back of your head, trailing down to your neck, detaching your hair that was hardly holding up in the messy bun. Cold, metal. Sudden realisations hit all at once, but most importantly is the outsider in your house -your room- you pissed off earlier this day holding a gun to your head.

"Mr. Anderson, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. What the fuck are you doing in my house?!" you ask, your voice rising towards the end. You're trying your best to stay calm. One mistake, and you’re dead. Young lady in her 20s corpse’ found shot in her bedroom because she couldn’t keep her mouth shut.

“Mr. Anderson?”He repeats after you, chuckling. “They’re always respectful when fearful.” A sinful smirk tugs his lips, a look of pride in his dark cold eyes after hearing his last name coming from your trembling lips. “But I would have to politely decline your offer. I’m here to fix the mess of a situation you’ve just created for yourself. After all, I don’t want to lose voters over something so foolish. Especially this… close to the election.”

"Like hell I—or anyone with a brain that knows right from wrong—would vote for you!" You yell as you stand up from your seat.

His jaw clenches and nostrils flare, showing his annoyance. His grip on the gun tightening as he lifts the gun up to your temple, his finger twitching on the trigger. His voice, on the other hand, remains eerily sweet. “I really think you should keep your voice down.”

You swallow, your throat drier than ever. 

His voice lowers to a whisper, "I see you started learning. Good girl, I'm proud of fast learners." He takes a step towards you, his free hand stroking your chin and cheek, his touch alone giving you goosebumps. The gun rests on your temple, his eyes darting around the room.Then his focus shifts back to you. "Get on your knees," he orders and pulls his hand away from your face.

“I’m sorry?” You rush out, your eyes widening.

“Now,” he responds, his tone dripping with impatience as he jerks his gun to signal his order. “Expecting company?” He inquires looking down at your —bra only— chest.

You crouch down on your knees, his gun still pointing to your head. “No,” you respond short and clearly. For a minute, you believe you saw him smile slightly. A smile of pride.. 

“You’re such an obedient slut, aren’t you?” He pauses, “You defied me, made a fool of me in front of everyone. That doesn't go unnoticed.” He whispers, his voice pitch getting higher towards the end.

“So you’re going to shoot me? Because I hurt your little pathetic ‘man ego’? Because I’m small and vulnerable while you’re big and strong?” You retort, fake amusement hiding your fear.

“You’re smart. Most girls aren't smart. Well, that was the plan.” His smirk widens, his tone sounding even more sadistic as he slowly traces the gun barrel around your jawline— tracing it slowly with the tip of his gun. You notice him staring at your lips. “But now, seeing how big of a mouth you have, I’m going to show you what whores like you are made for.” He informs, his tone bled dry of emotion.

“The kitchen and carrying useless men’s babies. I Get it, trust.” You lash out. Although you know keeping your mouth shut is probably the better option, especially in this exact situation. But that never really happens, at least not most of the time.

Kai’s grip tightens on the gun as his rage begins to seep through his body. His other hand darts out to your face and before you even notice it, a slap lands with a sharp crack, sending a jolt of pain rippling through your cheek and leaving you on the floor. It stings, you can feel a red mark in its wake. Leaving you feeling shocked and humiliated.

You were lying down there on the floor, your body stretched out, limbs motionless. There was no sense of ease in your posture nor the room, rather a stillness that borders on tension. Even the air itself felt stifling.

Your eyes widen at the sight of his free hand darting to his zipper, pulling it down tooth by tooth. “You see, you just know how things work.” His tone becomes condescending, he pops the button and grip the waistband of his pants pulling it down until it’s enough to pull his dick out. “You have such a delicious looking mouth. I'm sure it has been put to good use for the benefit of passing by men. I'm guessing you've had a lot of fun.” He grabs the elastic of his boxers, lowering them down over his balls and pulling out his half hard cock.

You stare at him, your face frozen in shock. “You’re sick!” you shout.

“Am I now? You're the one who's been around so many men in your life. You should be used to it by now.” He grins, his hand holding his gun and moving it from your cheek to beneath your chin, pulling it up, so you were looking at him. “You should be grateful I'm bothering to even look at you.”

Although the men you’ve been with aren’t that many, you don’t bother to waste your time explaining. He believes what he wants to believe.

“Get back here,” he orders as he starts to pump his cock, the veins bulging beneath his grip. A bead of precum glistening from the tip.

You crawl back to him on all fours, doing as he says, and getting back on your knees, looking up at him. “Are you going to hurt me?” you ask.

He pauses for a moment before tilting his head with a small grin. “Isn’t that what you deserve? Do you want me to hurt you? Is that it? You like pain? Is that what you crave, y/n?” 

Fear… Regret.. Along with arousal.. Unwanted arousal specifically. You always knew you had a thing for troubled —twisted— men, but this is beyond fucked-up. Not to forget, he’s your worst enemy. He’s any woman’s worst enemy.  Feeling your pussy weeping in response to his tall figure towering over you is not really something to be proud of. The heat between your thighs only grew bigger every second and you knew you needed to get rid of the feeling.

He stops pumping his cock, his hand darts to your head caressing your hair with —almost— a soft touch.

“Suck,” he orders.

Your eyes widen, your tongue ready to curse at him, “I’m not going t-” 

“I won’t ask again, suck.” His hand darts up to your face squishing your cheeks painfully together. “You run your mouth a lot, might as well put it to good use. I’ll show you what exactly happens to smart mouths. Suck it like the slut you are.” His eyes burn with anger while he’s squeezing tight, his voice dripping with venom. The tip of his heavy warm cock caresses your soft lips, tempting you to bite it off.

He roughly lets go of your face, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head to the back to force your mouth open.

He forces the tip past your teeth, hatred spewing from your eyes.

“Wider,” he demands, but you want him to beg. Beg for it on his knees and switch the table, be the one with the gun ordering him around like a house pet. Getting back your dignity sounded good but not enough if you compare it with its consequence, having your life taken away from you.

You ignore his request. Making him reinforce his hold in your hair, pulling at it harder making your jaw drop so he can get deeper to your throat. The salty taste of precum evades your taste buds.

You loved the taste of him, your mouth watering with his cock inside it. But you couldn't admit it, of course you never would. It didn’t take too long for you to wrap your fingers around the base of his shaft.

Your head bobbing up and down. A breathy moan escaped him.

“Do enlighten me,” he breathes out, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Your tongue massaged the veins that swelled on his thick cock, flattened out on the thickest one underneath and flicked at the tip.

Ragged breaths escaped his mouth as you began to inch your way down, taking in more of him. The tip of his cock bumped against the back of your throat. Kai tightens his grip around your hair, and shoves your face down against his cock, making you gag around him, violently forcing you to deep throat his dick, making you gag. His length occupying your whole mouth down to your throat. You were practically choking, but he didn’t really care about it, he’s there for one reason and one reason only, teaching you to know your place.

“Fucking whore. You thought you were so smart with those non stop questions?” He pauses panting as he thrusts harder into your throat, the sound of you gagging and the wet thrusts echoing through the room. “Fucking hate journalists. Tell me… Who got the upper hand now?” 

You can't help but ignore him once again. It's not like you would give him what he wants and come undone beneath him, right? Of course you can’t answer him, after all you’re his number one hater. But even haters would give in when it’s the most mouthwatering cock a man can ever have. 

When you avoided answering, or maybe couldn’t answer since you were basically choking on his cock. His dick alone is enough to murder you if he wanted to. It only made him thrust faster, the asshole didn’t stop mouth fucking you even when he noticed your cheeks turning to a bright red and your eyes watering. Your cries turned him even more on. Kai forced his cock further into your throat, until your nose was pressed in the bush of his pubic hair.

Finally, you gave him a wobbly nod, motioning that he has the upper hand.

His head fell back to his shoulders, “That’s good to hear.. You’re learning, you’re such a good girl…Fuck…” 

You smile at the praise. Surprisingly, him being somewhat ‘sweet’ only made him ten times hotter. 

Tears keep running down your red cheeks, your cries echoing through the room.

“Just so you know, I’m enjoying this. Your whimpers are music to my ear.” He groans. “But god dammit don’t whine like a fucking bitch.” He spits at you and it lands on your cheek. Add it to the list of body fluids covering your face, along with the sweat gathering at your forehead and drool drenching your chin. 

You moan around his thick cock, sending him vibrations through his whole body. After all, you’re not putting on an act, you are enjoying it which is something you, yourself, are afraid of. But mostly you were focused on getting oxygen into your lungs. And maybe he is right, as always. Maybe there really is a part of you that enjoys the pain. That burning stinging sensation in the back of your throat. It’s scary because it’s true. 

His thrusts then began to lose their rhythm, but still managed to keep up with his pace. You knew what was coming for you. You shut your eyes, dramatically accepting your fate. Your jaw was already tired from him using you. His shaft was heated up, thrusting in and out of your red swollen lips. His hand gripped on your hair even more tightly holding you in place while his hold on the gun loosened. 

“My cock is a reward, tasting me is a blessing. Fucking thank me for letting you suck me off.” He says between breaths. 

No response, just a wet sticky cough. But afraid of his reaction, you choke out with a full mouth, “thank you.”

You could promise that you felt the disgusted face he did, “what a filthy bitch didn't your parents teach you not to talk with a full mouth?” He says while non-stop grunting like a wounded animal. That's probably what he is anyways... A wounded animal.

Few seconds later, ropes of cum spurt out from his dick into my throat, milking it after the abuse it went through when he was hammering into my mouth. He pulls out from your mouth and tug his dick back into his boxers then his pull his pants back up.

“Swallow,” he orders. “Fucking swallow my cum.” Kai grabs your face and presses his fingers into your cheek flesh.

Desperately, all you wanted to do was spit it at him, right in his face, but you don’t. You actually swallow like the obedient little slut he said you are. His seed slides down your throat, alongside your dignity and maybe your hatred towards him. 

Your fingers reach to your face drying up the tears that ran down your cheeks and the saliva running down your chin along with lines of cum. Looking up to him, you see him breathing heavily. His body working hard to get the oxygen he needs from how hard you sucked him off.

He looks at you up and down, judging you, it can't be anything good.

You expected him to do something, whether beat you up, shoot you, the least of it is spit at you telling you how much of a filthy whore you are.

But he didn't, and you were grateful for that... For him..

The taste of him still lingers at the tip of your tongue. You lick your lips unintentionally and in the most discrete way possible. Last thing you want is having him know you liked it and boost his ego, not that it could possibly needed any more promotions. But he already knows, you're sure of it. The way you sucked the life out of him like it was the best thing you laid your lips on, you can't hide that from anyone.

He turns and walks to the door, completely silent. What could he be possibly thinking about...?

He pauses at the door, turning his head to see you, he’s sweaty.

“If I see you run your mouth about any of my work, newt time will be much worse.” He promises, which you thought was kind of cute.. Promises… 

Zipping up his fly, and slipping his gun in his pants, he finally turns away and leaves, slamming the door behind him.

[tyuns-world]

ᥫ᭡ Ghost love ᥫ᭡

Pairing: fem! Reader x bf! Huening kai

Genre: angst

Warnings: angst, sad, mentions of sex but no smut, hopeful near the end (?)

Summary: You alienate everyone around you, including your boyfriend, who continually forgives you. However, he eventually realizes that he can't stay with someone who is so destructive.

Wc: 1k

You and Kai were the breakup-makeup couple in your high school. One day, you were making out in the middle of the hallway, all loved up, and the next, you were rolling your eyes at each other, passing by coldly. It was usually you who started the arguments and broke things up. It was easy to say goodbye, so easy to push him away. He was good for you, too good, and it scared you. You didn't know when he'd wise up and leave, so you always did it first. And he always came back, making sure everything was alright after a few days. Kai was your crutch, your other wing.

This habit was taking its toll on both of you, exhausting you with the heartbreak and the makeup sex. He always watched you walk away in tears despite bringing it upon yourself by questioning his every move and text. You were paranoid that he was dating you on a fluke or dare. This time was the last. Kai was tired of all the drama, of all the breakups and makeups, and he told you as much.

"If you walk away this time, Y/N, it'll be for good. I can't handle seeing you like this anymore, and I won't keep beating myself up trying to get back in your good graces. Dating you feels like walking on eggshells," he said, revealing his true feelings from the past months.

You couldn't stand it. It was the moment you dreaded, seeing that he was over you, that he didn't love you anymore. He realized you weren't enough, and now he wanted nothing to do with you.

"I can't believe you're doing this... I was right," you said, stress making you press your nails deeply into your palm, leaving crescent-shaped marks. You were close to drawing blood, but it didn't get that far.

"You're the one who thinks I want our music teacher just because I spend extra time in the music room. You always want to fight, and it's always over nothing. I can't stand it anymore," he said, exasperated. It broke his heart to see you so shattered, but he couldn't live like this anymore. He couldn't keep blaming himself for things that weren't his fault. He was the older one, and he needed to stand his ground.

You were close to tears. He saw what you truly were: undeserving.

"Well fine then, if you don't want me so bad, then goodbye, Kai!" you screamed, turning on your heel and speeding off, far away from the confrontation.

It had been months since the breakup, and you were deteriorating fast. Not showering, not eating, not going to school often, hanging out with different people every few days to feel a sense of connection, then spazzing out on them, causing a rift. You were in need of Kai's calm words, his worried glance, but you never got that. You only got his cold shoulder whenever you passed each other in the hallways on the few days you actually went to school.

You were ruining your present and definitely your future, and Kai could see it. As much as it hurt him, he had to stay true to his words or the cycle would continue. If he begged for you back now, you'd just find something else to complain about and break up again. You had to learn to be alone and fly by yourself. He couldn't help you anymore. He knew you secretly wanted him too, like always, but he didn't.

He had to worry about his own life, his own friends, and his future, and he couldn't do that if he was always worrying about you and how you'd react to this and that. He tried to tell himself over and over that he was over you and that you were toxic, but no matter how many people approached him with promises of never being like the "psycho bitch" he dated, he always rejected them. You were his one, his true love, and although he couldn't be with you for your own good, he still saw you as such.

He spent more time focusing on his music. He truly wanted to be a singer; it had been his dream since he was young. But he never really pursued it despite his talent because you mentioned how jealous you would get if he got groupies and fans.

You were unhinged, and while that made for a good time and a lot of risky, good sex, it was not good for a future partner or girlfriend. You had to grow up.

By senior year, you finally got the help you desperately needed and began to turn your life around. You attended school regularly, though the loneliness of having no friends lingered. Despite this, you held onto the hope that college would offer a fresh start. There, no one would know your past, and you hadn't burned any bridges yet.

Kai watched from a distance as you grew happier and more approachable. Although he never talked to you or suggested getting back together, he observed your progress. Kai believed that rekindling an old relationship might hinder your newfound growth, so he kept his distance. After years of secretly glancing your way and keeping tabs on your well-being, he finally moved on when he went away for college.

When the time for college applications came for you, you applied to schools far from your small town. You craved new friends, new faces, and a new environment. You were determined to reinvent yourself, shedding the image of the "psycho chick" who used to lash out unpredictably.

Kai settled into his new college life well. It was sophomore year for him so he’s made new friends, made a YouTube channel for his music, and found someone he enjoyed flirting with and might consider dating. He was content with his life. All of his newfound peace almost came crashing down when he saw a cute freshman asking one of his friends for directions.

"Y/N?" he said, eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly agape.

You looked up and saw the handsome boy you once were convinced would be your forever, and you almost fainted.

"What are you doing here?" The words flew out of your mouth before you could process them. You quickly shut your mouth after they escaped and ran up to him, past his friend.

"I'm sorry, I mean... hi Kai, nice seeing you again," you said nervously, extending your hand.

"Nice seeing you too, Y/N," Kai replied with a smile, shaking your hand lightly.

His friend approached, throwing an arm around Kai's neck. "You know this cute freshman? Introduce me, Kai." "Yeah, when pigs fly," Kai said with a chuckle, gently guiding his friend past you. As they walked away, Kai glanced back and mouthed, "See you later," making you smile.

[azarsucks]

I'm not sure, and this is just my hc.

(also containing DR S2 spoilers)

Arin saw his parents became disappointed with him and never came back.

Sora saw Ras and Beatrix coming back.

Lloyd saw master Wu getting in Ras' team and both Wu and Ras trying to hit him.

Nya saw Jay isn't remembering her BUT wearing his ninja gi not agent suit or something.

Wyldfyre maybe saw her power gone and her being useless.

And all that means in their vision, there is truth 50% and false 50%, or all truth, or all false (random).

So what I'm thinking is Kai saw himself sacrificing, but also saw his friends aren't even caring after his sacrifice. (But if we think further, maybe he saw his friends also blaming him with some shits after his sacrifice. So he thought he is so much useless after seeing his vision.)

AND– Don't believe this real. This is just my headcanon.

[wildglitch]

Five years old...

Kai was five years old when his parents abandoned him.

Kai was five years old when he was left to fend for himself.

Kai was five years old when he sat at the door for hours rocking his baby sister back and forth waiting for his parents to return.

Kai was five years old when he stared into her sweet little eyes, and promised to never leave her.

Kai was five years old when he was forced to look after his baby sister alone.

Kai was five years old when he watched the candle wax slowly drip down to the frosting until the flame died out.

Kai was five years old when he went door to door looking for someone who knew how to feed a baby.

Kai was five years old when the adults in town turned a blind eye to him.

Kai was five years old when he decided he didn't need their help.

Kai was five years old when he stole milk from the farms near his home

Kai was five years old when he learned how to do the laundry.

Kai was five years old when he burned himself trying to cook.

Kai was five years old when he had to bathe his little sister and rock her to sleep.

Kai was five years old when he started working odd jobs for money.

Kai was five years old when he over worked himself and got heat stroke working the rice fields.

Kai was five years old when he taught himself how to do math to see if he had enough money for the next month.

Kai was five years old when he paid his first taxes.

Kai was five years old when he decided that he wouldn't be able to go to school.

Kai was five years old when his sister got sick and he walked 16 miles looking for a shop with the right medicine.

Kai was five years old when he first got called a criminal for stealing just for the chance for his sister to make it through the night.

Kai was five years old when he tried to cut his own hair.

Kai was five years old when he noticed the people in town whispering and pushing the other kids away from him.

Kai was five years old when he took Nia to a park with the cleanest clothes he could find, in hope that the people of the town would be kinder to her.

Kai was five years old when he kept the fire burning during winter nights.

Kai was five years old when he managed to find a doll for his little sister's first birthday.

Kai was five years old when he first left Nia overnight with a kind neighbor so he could just have one night alone.

Kai was five years old when he came back the next day and swore to himself to never to that again

Kai was five years old when he stopped believing in magic.

Kai was five years old when he had to steal to get food.

Kai was five years old when he had to steal to get medicine.

Kai was five years old when he had to steal to get books.

Kai was five years old when he had to steal to get money.

Kai was five years old when he got caught one too many times and got sent to a school for bad boys.

Kai was five years old when he ran away from that place for the first time.

Kai was five years old when he broke into different homes looking for clothes that would fit him.

Kai was five years old when he got into a fight with the wrong people and had to take care of the wounds.

Kai was five years old when he found himself getting into trouble just because he could.

Kai was five years old when he noticed the adult kept looking at him with pity, but never helped.

Kai was five years old when he pissed off the wrong person.

Kai was five years old when he got the scar on his eye.

Kai was five years old when he realized he would never be able to see through that eye again

Kai was five years old when he decided he needed to be better.

Kai was five years old when he just wanted his mom to make the pain go away.

Kai was five years old when he realized his parents weren't coming home and that he hated them for it.

Kai was six years old when it had been a year since the worst day of his life, and he decided that he was never celebrating his birthday again.

[chouettedesmarais]

I have no idea if this image is canon or not, being French, the season has not yet been released in my country, that's what I took my inspiration from!

[kittenninja14]

I literally cried when i read this chap... i had to take off my headphones and bluelight glasses and plop down on my bed to comprehend what I just read....

DDUDE!!! THAT CHAPPPP!!!! AUGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! I WAS ON MY BED STRUGGLING TO COMPREHEND WHAT I HAD JUST READ!!! MY EMOTIONS WERE ALL OVER THE PLACEEEE!! KNOX!!! DUDEEE UR TRAUMATIZING MEEE!!!!!!!

Anyways *ahem* the expression I imagine that was on Kai's face was one of a kicked puppy loll. Bc after all that Knox has put the poor fire boy thru.... Kai is most def a kicked puppy.... :')

ANyways, y'all!! Go and check out @ninja-knox-ur-sox-off's fic Wobbly Hearts AU !!! IT"S EPICCCC!!! <3333333

https://kittenninja14.tumblr.com/post/731916269075480576/hey-yall-i-just-found-this-incredible-video-and

[aninabanina6969]

[moamidzyism]

yuck! (h.kk)

ʚ♡⃛ɞ a classic story of girl likes boy, boy likes girl a little too much.

fluff + angst ౨ৎ // repost ୨୧ huening kai x fem!reader, barista!au, based on yuck by charli xcx started. feb 17 ended. feb 23 status. completed [masterlist • reblogs + feedback appreciated]

profiles: no more mr. nice guy himbo brigade

i. not supposed to feel this way ii. giving me a tummy ache iii. all these butterflies make me sick (+ 603 words) iv. you're breaking my phone v. and you tell me i'm pretty vi. sending me flowers, i'm just tryna get lucky (+ 969 words) vii. catch me if you can (+ 464 words) viii. but don't you catch feels ix. quit acting like a puppy (+ 725 words) x. going all lovey dovey on me

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Firebound au

I love these kinds of aus so much, like the whole idea that one of the ninja can be lost to there elements is so interesting to me but heartbreaking for everyone around them. Like just imagine one day there here and the next they’re gone well technically they’re still there but not at the same time.

In my au so far it’s more focused on the aftermath, how the ninja handles what happened to there brother and filling what I feel the show missed out after what happened in seabound like we barely got to see how the rest of the ninja handled it like all we had was a time skip to a whole year later when they had mostly accepted what happened ( well not Jay). How would it had been if it was someone else and not Nya? What if it was Kai instead, how would this affect the team? Most importantly Nya and Lloyd? What about Kai and Nyas own parents?? And can’t forget about Skylor , how would this affect the team and overall what about Kai?

In my opinion Nya wouldn’t waste the chance to get kai back like that’s her brother, the one that literally raised her. He’s isn’t  just a brother he’s literally a parent to her and Same with Lloyd. The ninja would probably go down a different state of grief, Lloyd without a doubt would be depression, Nya would be denial, it takes them longer to accept what happened to Kai and Lloyd starts to lose control of his powers a little. They both lash out at people who want to help, but just as Nya starts to accept what happened to her brother something happens to Lloyd ( no spoilers).

And kai is there to help them but he’s mad at them he doesn’t understand why he’s even mad at them, he doesn’t even know them. Lloyd argues back, and something snaps in kai causing him to somewhat come back but he’s still stuck as his element, his minds is half gone half foggy he’s sometimes unsure of what’s happening around him but at least it can’t get any worse.. right.

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Tender Love 💗

Jongin x reader

Summary: Jongin feels unloved and out of place, observing how friends and strangers are treated by their lovers, but feels unloved when with his S/O, leading to sadness and insecurity.

What’s Tender love? Tender love is all part of the same love you feel for someone, it's just showing it in a more openly positive way such as a cuddle or encouragement when they are feeling down or need reassurance.

Jongin pov:

 

Today I got invited to dinner at Junmyeon’s place. All the guys were there, and so their significance was another. It was sweet to see them all in love and together as a family.

 

On the other hand, I was alone; my partner was busy, and I had to show up to dinner alone. I understand that they had something else to do, and it usually didn’t bother me, but lately I can’t help but feel lonely, especially in places like this where everyone is with their loved ones and I’m not.

 

I know we have been dating for a year now, and at first I thought I was okay with how y/n acted. I knew they didn’t like to show too much affection, and it was fine with me at first. That is, until I started to feel jealous and like y/n didn’t actually love me.

 

The whole time I was at Junmyeon Hyung’s place, I tried not to show how upset and jealous I was. I didn’t want to ruin the mood for anyone, so I just stayed quiet.

 

I was so happy, but at the same time, I envy the other guys relationships. I wish I had a relationship like Kyungsoo and his girlfriend. I love how sweet and caring she was to Kyung, and that’s what I wanted my y/n to be with me.

 

When I got to Y/N’s place, I knew they were in the shower. I could hear the water running, so I went to the couch, sat down, and waited till they got out.

 

Well, I was waiting for you. I started to think of all the times I felt like they didn’t love me or cared about me. I really hoped they loved me, but my thoughts were making me think they didn't. I thought if I should say something about my feelings, but I didn’t have the courage to say anything.

 

Y/n pov

 

After I got out of the shower and got dressed, I heard a noise coming from the living room, and I knew Jongin had just gotten back from dinner with his bandmates, so I made my way to him.

 

When I got closer to the living room, I saw Jongin sitting and taking a deep breath with a shaky sigh, and I knew there was something upsetting him.

 

So after standing in the doorway of the living room and looking at his back, I decided to talk to him.

 

When I got closer, I clearly cut my throat so he could see me and walk around the couch to sit next to him.

 

“Hey Jongin, what’s wrong? You seem upset?” I asked in a soft voice, “What’s wrong? You can talk to me; you know that, right?”

 

“Can I? Can I actually talk to you, and would you even care about what I have to say or about my feelings?” he replied in a harsh tone.

 

“Of course you can talk to me, baby. What makes you think I don’t care about what you say that?” I was confused and hurt.

 

“I don’t know, how about you tell me? Tell me why you don’t actually love me; tell me how you don’t want to hold me or kiss me; you don’t even want to spend time with me,” he said, raising his voice.

 

“Where is this coming from? When have I made you feel like that?” I replied

 

“All the fucking time, I feel like you don’t even want to date me. Since we started dating almost a year ago, I felt jealous of my friends relationships, and I even feel jealous seeing strangers with their boys or girls. I just wish we could be like them and show others that we are together and that we love each other,” he said, upset.

 

“Why have you never said anything? Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling insecure and jealous? Why didn’t you come to me and tell me how you feel?" I was upset as well.

 

“Because I didn’t know if you’d care,” he replied with a sigh.

 

“Baby, do you know how much I want to do all that, but there’s something in my past that keeps me from doing so?” I said, embarrassed.

 

“What do you mean by that?” He asked, confused.

 

“Well, a few years before I met you, I had this boyfriend who treated me badly. He hated when I tagged along with him and his friends. He hated when I tried to cuddle him or even hug him. He just hated everything that had to do with physical affection. So as time went on, he made me believe that showing my feelings for the ones I love was bad. That’s why I never did all those things in fear that you would hate them as well. I know it sounds stupid, but he was a really bad person.” I really let the tears fall.

 

“Oh Jagi, why didn’t you tell me that sooner? Now everything makes sense,” he replied as he pulled me closer to him.

 

“Jongin I do love you. I love you so much that it scares me to lose you. You don’t know how much I wanted to hug you in public or in front of your friends, but I was just scared. I’m so sorry for making you feel like I didn’t care,” I said, looking up at him.

 

"Jagi, it’s okay. Just promise me that you won’t hold back your feelings. If you want a hug, you can hug me. If you need reassurance, I’ll be here. All I want is to feel your love and affection because I love you so much that it hurts not to receive your love,” he said, kissing the top of my head.

 

“Same for you, Nini. I want you to tell me how you feel. If you think that I’m not giving you enough love or attention, don’t hesitate to let me  know." I replied back.

 

 

“From now on, I will make sure to do some. Now let’s go to bed and have a long cuddle session, and tomorrow we can go out for breakfast and then do whatever you’ll like,” he said as he got up from the couch and pulled me up with him.

 

"Yeah, maybe we can invite the boys over for dinner and play some games,” I asked.

 

“Yes, we can have a game competition between couples and see which one is the best,” he replied, excited.

 

As we walked to my bedroom, I couldn’t help but admire him. He looked happy talking about all the couple stuff he wanted to do. He looks so excited now that he finally got what he wanted.

 

He wanted to be reassured; he wanted to be told that I love him. It might have taken us a bit longer, but now we are both happy and no longer feeling trapped or anxious.

(This was trash I know but I like of love it 😅)