#My brother tries. I see that he tries I see how hard he tries.

[ladyorlandodream]

One of my nephews has been diagnosed with ADD, but I have to say: YES, TO EVERYTHING IN THE POST ABOVE!

His mother, my stepsister, is having a hard time, but she’s relieved to finally have a diagnosis so she can support him in the right way and help him thrive

They’re now at the point where his mind is elsewhere (also because teen period), and he doesn’t want any reminders. I stayed with them for 10 days, and the phrase “leave important things where you can see them” hits hard for us—he remembers only half of what he needs...with his twin sister super frustrated because she has to remember things for two (again she is also very supportive, but, you know, brothers and sisters classic relationships)

I tried giving him some advice. I don’t have ADD or ADHD, but I’ve been getting information from Tumblr and other pages. The main challenge is that he’s a teenager—so it’s not the best time for him to take suggestions because he won't listen (same as his sister btw)

I’m just grateful that my sister, despite being extremely exhausted, is handling everything with a lot of love and does her best to read and learn as much as possible. She also told me that she is scared about how other people will treat him, but at least he has all of his family supporting, loving and encouraging him in all the activities he does and choices he makes

If anyone has suggestions on how to support a teenager with ADD, I’m all ears—I want to be more prepared the next time I see him

this is your gentle reminder to stop fighting against your adhd and instead structure your life around it

buy a pack of chapsticks and put one in the pocket of all of your coats and jackets because you always forget to bring one and chapped lips is sensory hell

leave important things where you can see them. if they go in a box or a drawer you will forget they exist

put any appointments or deadlines in your phone calendar As Soon As you get them. set a reminder for a week before, a day before, an hour before, as many as you need as often as you need them.

when that little voice in your head says "i dont need to write that down, ill remember it" that is the devil talking!!! write it down anyway!!

plan for down time. have a few hours at the end of every day to just do fun stuff like engage in your hyperfixations. even if you didnt get all of your work done that day, have the rest anyway. you probably spent the whole day beating yourself up for not doing what you Should be doing, so you still need the break.

if you never eat vegetables because its too much effort to chop and cook them, get the frozen or canned shit. it doesnt go off for ages and you just have to microwave it. theres no point buying fresh vegetables if they just keep going off and being left to rot in the bottom of your fridge

if you struggle to decide what to have for dinner every day, take the decision out of it. choose a set of meals and eat those on rotation until you get sick of them, then choose some new ones and do it again.

its not stupid if it works! our brains literally have a chemical deficiency. you are allowed to accommodate yourself. go forth and stop making your life more difficult than it has to be because "this shouldn't be this hard". it is hard, so make it easier.

[mimiiiiiiiiisstuff]

"I bet on losing dogs"

ok this is like my first time actually writing anything EVER, and I don't know how to work tumblr or make this aesthetic so bare with me pls!! I keep seeing yandere batfam x neglected reader and I have had so many ideas so I'm giving this a shot! The reader is referred to with female pronouns but you can imagine it different if you want :) Reader is 2 years older than Damian and is 15 at the start of the story. Damian is 13. Dick is around 10 years older than reader, making him 25 right now. Jason is 8 years older than reader, making him 23. Tim is 2 years older than reader making him 17. Cass is 4 years older than reader and is 19. Stephanie is 3 years older than reader and is 18. Barbra is around 8 years older, making her 23! Bruce is around 35-40ish??? All just kinda guesses to make the plot and dynamics more clear, lmk if you have any questions!!

This is the prolouge and it kinda sucks so pls be nice. Hearts and comments are appreciated. If it's bad ignore it, english isn't my first language.

You couldn't understand it. You aren't a bad kid, so why were you treated like one? Why did your father treat you like the bane of his existence? Why did your older brothers see you as nothing more than dirt at the bottom of their shoes, a ghost in the manor, a blemish on their picture perfect family of misfits. You tried so so hard to fit in, to be part of the family. You wasted 11 YEARS of your life trying to get noticed, doing activities and hobbies you hated in the hopes of striking conversation with your "siblings". Batman, Bruce Wayne, your "father", ignored you no matter what. He ignored you like it was his job, from the day you came to the manor on your fourth birthday, your mother's death day, to today, your 15th birthday. You saved his life, his and all those other ungrateful losers who you used to call family. Yesterday, you put you life on the line for them, got bitten by that damn snake for them, and they ignored you and told you to walk it off while coddling the girl who suddenly appeared. Never again would you help them, nor would you brush off their mistreatment, not after this betrayal. Not after they took in another girl, a girl your age, the girl who took credit for your heroic act, the girl who bullied you for years at Gotham Prep, the girl who made your life living hell, and called HER family. They choose Tiffany Maverick to be their supposed savior, they would never believe you had the bravery to help them. They chose her to be Tiffany Wayne and scorned you.

You did nothing wrong, from the day you came to the manor you were perfect. Straight A's, no attitude, no complaints and no demands. All you did was try, try, try, and they never noticed.

Richard "The Dick" Grayson, as you and your friends call him, was the world's best big brother to everyone, except you of course! He was your first brother, he was the kid that Bruce Wayne actually wanted to take under his wing. You were 5 and he was 15, he was busy being Robin and then Nightwing. Alfred assured you that Dick adored you, you were his baby sister after all, he was just busy! In later years you realized he was only busy when it came to you. He made time for Damian no matter what, always attended Cassandra's ballet recitals, chatted with Tim and ruffled his hair, and he even dealt with Jason's snarky attitude and biting remarks. Yet, somehow when it came to you, he never had time. Always brushing you off with a shoulder pat and a "Maybe next time sweetheart!" and rolling his eyes when he thought you weren't looking. He's been making time for Tiffany or Tiffybear, as he loves to call her while pinching her cheeks and calling her his favorite little sister, "Don't tell Cass though!" he'll whisper to her. You don't even think he can remember your name. Or that once upon a time you were his "baby bird."

It makes you sick watching her take credit for everything, she's only been in the manor for 6 months and they've all given her more love than they have to you in the past 11 years. She took credit for all your awards, she told everyone she was top of your class, made them "homemade" cakes and muffins. It was all you. She stole everything.

Jason Todd, the red hood, was so mean to you. You used to admire him, looked up to him, and he took all your kind words and gestures for granted and spit them back in your face. Once upon a time, he was your favorite brother, you wanted to be as confident and unshakeable as him, it didn't matter how mean he was now because he was you brother and you loved him. The bond you had before his death was something you couldn't let go of, he was the only one who loved you. When he first came to the manor he was 12 and you came a couple months later. An adorable 4 year old who followed her favorite brother like a duckling. You were 7 when he died. You were 12 when he came back to haunt Bruce and Dick and Tim. You chased after him and tried to resurrect the bond you had for 3 long years. You gave up when you saw them. You couldn't believe your eyes when you saw him and Tiffany sneaking out the manor on a school night, you almost threw up when you saw him strap her on his motorcycle and leave for hours. They came back with shit-eating grins and cupcakes for everyone from a 24hr bakery, everyone except you. The bakery you asked him to take you to months ago. Tiffany saw the tears in your eyes and your clenched fists and she laughed.

Timothy Drake-Wayne, you first saw him after Jason died. Tim, in your 10 year old mind, was trying to steal your dad. Bruce ignored you even more after Jason's death and shut everyone out. Your bond with Tim was non-existent no matter how hard you tried. After you realized he wasn't trying to replace Jason, and saw how he was helping your father heal in ways you couldn't, you tried to bond with him. You attempted to play his video games and ignored his complete disintrest in you and anything that had to do with you in hopes he might come to appreciate you. You brought him coffee after long patrols, asked him about his day, asked to meet his friends, you picked up all his hobbies like hacking, cooking, reading even martial arts and yet he ignored you. You tried to find him in hallways at school, only to be treated like a stranger when you found him. He was embarrassed that you were his sister. You were chubby and awkward and didn't have many friends, he didn't want his cool kid friends to know you were his sister. For 5 long years you chased after him, for 5 years you chased a ghost, and somehow Tiffany captured his attention using one of the gadget-thingys you made in hopes to impress him. She walks the hallways of Gotham Prep with him, a perfect sibling duo, he even had her lunch moved so she could sit with him and his friends. He wasn't embarrassed of her. You watched them get closer in 6 months than you have in 5 years. And it hurt.

But perhaps what hurt most is her newfound bond with Damian. Your baby brother. You tried the hardest with Damian, almost as hard as you tried with Bruce, and yet he chose her while all you got was a sword to your neck and sneers of disgust thrown your way. Damian moved in when you were 12. You were elated, if you couldn't have good older siblings, at least you could be one! That plan went to hell when you realized Damian saw you as less than him. No matter how hard you tried, returned your love with disgust. You tried to show him around school like you wished Tim did for you and he called you " A waste of space and Wayne DNA" and said that there was no way you were of "Wayne" blood and that your "whore of a mother" had to have deceived his father, in front of your two friends and half the school. You could've handled his cruel words if he didn't begin attempting to duel you to become your father's heir. About a year ago, when you tried to hug him he threw you down the stairs and you broke your ankle, you stopped trying with him after that. He was so possessive over Bruce and now that somehow transferred to Tiffany too. You'd feel bad for her if she wasn't eating his obsession with her up.

Barbra, Cassandra, and Stephanie were the "It girls." All practically sisters, they hung out almost everyday and had sleepovers every Friday. They giggled about boys, hook-ups, missions and bonded over everything. You wanted be one of them, you tried so hard to be cool, to be pretty, and they could only see your flaws. You curled your hair and did your nails in hope you would blend with them, you even attempted to be Batgirl at one point. You were quickly denied after Stephanie pointed out that you didn't have the right 'physique' for it. Barbra quickly agreed and said you weren't cut out for it, Cassandra simply looked you up and down. Thats why it hurt extra when they welcomed Tiffany with open arms. Suddenly, she could be Batgirl. She talked to them about boys and bonded with them over girl things. She stole your sisters.

You figured out Tiffany was a spy almost as soon as she came into the manor. Her apperance and ability to act like it was her who saved the Bats from the Joker and his new radioactive snake was not a coincidence, neither was her becoming a vigilante only two weeks after coming into the manor, and neither was you catching her walking out the Batcave with arms full of Batman's weapons and plans. You couldn't believe your luck and pulled out your phone to take a picture, too bad you left the flash on. Tiffany quickly noticed you and tried to explain that it was a misunderstanding when Bruce came into the hallway. You beamed at the sight of him and began to explain what you saw Tiffany doing, only Tiffany was faster. She was quick to blame you for everything, and Batman, the world's greatest detective believed her. She said that you bullied her at school and you were so jealous of her joining the family that you went to steal plans and took pictures to frame her. It was a shitty lie and somehow everyone believed it. You still remember the cold indifference on Bruce's face, the sadness on Alfred's, the look of pure delight on Damian's, the shock on Dick's, the interest on Tim's and the disappointment and disgust on Jason's. Something shifted in you that night. You didn't feel an overwhelming amount of love and longing when you looked at your family, you felt anger. Pure unadultered rage, rage at Bruce for never loving you, rage at Dick for being a liar, rage at Jason for throwing away your bond and cool indifference and disgust at the rest of them.

Maybe that's why your abilities finally formed. Maybe thats why the place the snake bit you that fateful night began to glow as you cried in your bathtub, after being scolded all night and getting body slammed by Damian for trying to "taint his dear sister's image". You had powers now, the agility of a snake, you could eject venom out of your fingertips, you could walk on walls, now you could prove them all wrong.

okayyyy yall this was the prolouge. Again this is my 1st attempt at writing so be nice. If enough people like this I'll put out part one. Hope yall enjoyed and lmk what you want to happen next in the comments!!!!!!!!!

[bloodlineee1]

✯𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓻 ✯

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗥𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗻𝘀 𝘅 Fem Reader

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝘿𝙉𝙄 𝟙𝟠+ 𝔼𝕕𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕆𝕣𝕘𝕒𝕤𝕞 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕝, ℝ𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟, 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕤, 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕖....𝕖𝕥𝕔

𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙩: 𝐘/𝐍 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭….

Y/N was tired of Roman's busy schedule. He's barely given her any attention, but that was going to change tonight. If he wasn't going to give her attention, she was gonna take it.

Roman was in his meeting room negotiating a deal but he couldn't focus with his bratty sub/fiance acting out more than usual.

y/n had him wrapped around her finger the notorious mafia boss spoiled her rotten creating a monster that’s foreign to the word no.

she got dressed in lingerie that Roman favored and decided she was gonna walk into his meeting she knew that was gonna get his attention.

she walked up to his office but like usual his cousins were standing at the door amused by her antics knowing Roman was not gonna be happy with this at all.

"what the hell you doing?" Jimmy asked her sharing a look with his brother.

His brother, with a look of disappointment, just chuckled.

"I wanna see my fiance" she retorted with an attitude.

"damn, your clothes didn't want to see him, too?" jey comments, rolling his eyes.

They were usually her guards, so they looked at her like a little sister and were very protective.

" shut up, Jey; just let me in." She rolled her eyes and put her hand in his face.

"Girl," he smacked her hand and pushed her head.

"And when I tell Roman, then what"

"tell him," he shoved her head again.

"let me in," she tries to push past them.

Jimmy puts his hand out, pushing her back softly by her chest and then pulling his hand back quickly and wiping it on his pants.

"hell no, we ain't getting in trouble fucking with your little spoiled ass," Jimmy says laughing in her face.

"cool," she said calmly, but it was a trick. She was such a brat and got them in trouble multiple times.

"that's it? Nah, I don't trust you," Jey looks at her skeptically.

"I'm sure your girl doesn't either; she knows about that one night?" y/n recalls how he got a little friendly with her friend one night.

"that ain't gonna work, tell her," he tests her.

"Can you just ask if I can come inside just for a second, please" She uses the eyes that break her man every time and his cousins occasionally.

"Uce, B.G. would like to enter the office. Is that cool?" Jimmy says her code name into his radio.

"yeah, that's cool," he says lowly and y/n gives him a smug look.

"letting you know you're not gonna like what she's wearing," he says, giving her a smug look in return.

"snitch," she mumbles.

"more like not wearing," Jey mumbles.

"let her in," Roman says, the aggravation clear in his voice.

She smiles and walks in, instantly regretting her decision, seeing all the men sitting around the table. His meetings were usually on the phone.

Roman looks in her direction his face expressionless but y/n knows he's very unhappy.

"c'mere"

she walks up to him, embarrassed.

"no, don't be embarrassed. You wanted attention, and now you got everyone's attention. Are you happy now? He looks at her and all the men in the room who see his fiance in lingerie.

she shakes her head.

"talk, you know I don't care for that head-shaking shit,"

"no"

"you sure becau- what the fuck are you staring at?" he notices one of his men staring at y/n a little too hard.

"Nothing, sorry, boss," he looks down.

"thought so; come sit on my lap, baby girl" Roman turns his head back to y/n and pulls her into his lap.

"Open your legs," he whispered in her ear.

"but-" she turns around.

"Now," he demands

she obliged opening her legs.

he pushed her red lace panties to the side with his index and middle finger, slowly entering those same fingers into her begging pussy.

y/n Moans, ready for more, but more never came, and quite frankly, neither did she.

This went on for longer than she could count, him pushing her to the edge, then stopping. Her squirming and chasing a high that he refused to give her it was all so much and When y/n finally had enough, she said the only words that came to her mind.

"please"

"Shhh, don't be rude. I'm in a meeting, so stop moving before I add more to your punishment. Oh, I dare you to cum in front of all these men without my permission." he felt her about to cum.

"don't start some-"

"you wanna keep testing me? ill fuck you in front of all of them, show them who you belong to."

y/n was already in trouble but no matter how deep in trouble she was in, something in her just had to test Roman.

"Yeah, right," she scoffs, rolling her eyes. not taking his threat seriously.

In seconds, he picked her up, pushing everything off the table and laying her on it, she gasp.

Y/N couldn't believe he was doing this. Part of her was embarrassed, but every other part of her loved the fact that he was about to own her in front of all these men, and no matter what they did, she'd always be his.

"you've been trying me all fucking day" he rips her panties grabbing her by the throat.

she smiles.

"you think this is funny?"

she nods her head.

"yeah? use your fucking words" he smacks her thigh.

"Yes I find this very funny, your so mad" she giggles.

"I promise you haven't seen mad baby girl" he pulls his hardened dick out and rubs his tip against her clit.

"put it in" she whines.

He looks down at y/n with a smug look, loving that no matter the circumstances she'll always want him, she always begs and she always belongs to him.

"you put it in" he kisses her leg.

she goes to grab his dick but he backs away teasing her like she's been teasing him all day.

"fuck you" she spat.

"I know you do slut" he grabs her thighs bringing her closer to the edge of the table and putting just the tip in before kissing her cervix giving her no time to adjust.

"oh my-" Y/n knew he was angry from the way he was fucking her. He was usually dominant, but right now, he was fucking her like he hated her.

"yeah, shut that shit up." he grabs her by the hair, picking her head up so he can see her fucked out eyes. It's his favorite part, pleasuring his lady and seeing it through her beautiful eyes.

"if I catch anyone looking into her eyes, I won't hesitate to kill you." he pulls out and puts her in a doggy position.

"yes, boss," fills the room.

"matter of fact, meetings over; I can't risk it. My fuse is very short right now. Everyone is dismissed" he fucks her harder as everyone leaves the room.

"aww, but I loved the audience." she pouts.

"You gonna get your audience killed, baby girl." he flicks her bottom lip with his thumb, she bites his finger and then sucks it.

"so fucking nasty," he groans.

she moans quietly, y/n didn't want to give him that satisfaction.

"you had all that mouth earlier. Let me hear you slut," he whispered into her ear.

She wanted to scream as he pummeled her, but the brat in her just couldn't take directions today.

Roman noticed she was doing this purposely holding in her sweet moans, knowing how much he loved the noises she made when he pleasured her.

"okay fuck" She gasped loudly when he started to play with her clit; she grabbed his arm from how sensitive she was.

"There we go, let go of my arm" he pushed her hand off his arm pinning it to the table and fucking her harder.

Romans's release started to build up, and y/n felt him she always did. it always turned her on seeing him cum. She clenched Her pussy around his cock from the thought of it, sending him over the edge.

"fuck baby girl," he filled her pussy with his cum, but he wasn't done with her. He wanted to hear her beg to cum before he was actually done.

"Hmm, thank you." She loved it when he filled her up like this.

"I want an apology for how you acted today." He put her in missionary again to see her eyes as she came for him.

"And I want an apology for not giving me any attention all day"

"oh, you got all my attention now, baby doll" he grabs her neck and kisses her with hunger for more.

"I'm gonna cum" y/n moans out but she knew it wasn't this easy.

"Tell me you're sorry." he slows his strokes down, stopping her release.

y/n was so angry she just wanted to cum, and he was making her beg.

"I let you cum; just let me cum, fuck" she yells at him.

"oh, you let me cum? Cause you're the one in control, huh? And that yelling shit don't move me, baby, you know that." he chuckles.

"Please?" she begs, and He fucks her faster, just what she wants.

"I better hear a fucking apology soon, or I swear I'll leave you here high and dry, y/n," he keeps his pace, feeling her release coming from how much her pussy was constricting on his dick.

"mmm." y/n shook her head She was so stubborn, and he loved it. He loved taming his brat. and He loved making her his little slut.

"you sorry for being a bad girl? come on, just tell me you're sorry and ill let you cum all over this dick, baby," he says softly in her ear.

y/n was so fucked out she knew she couldn't take it any longer, but no matter how bratty she was, one rule she wouldn't break was cumming without Romans's permission, so she said the three words she dreaded.

"yes fuck I'm so sorry for being a bad girl," she moans.

"See, cum for me, pretty girl," he plays in her hair while fucking her through her orgasm.

"fuckkk," she moaned out loud cumming all over his dick, her orgasm taking over her body.

"that's it, my good girl let it go." he talks her through it.

When she finally came down from her high, he pulled out of her, seeing the mix of their cum dripping out of her pussy. He couldn't help himself, so he got on his knees and dragged his tongue up to her clit and sucked, savoring the taste of them on his tongue.

she moaned from the overstimulation, pushing his head away.

"sensitive?" he chuckles.

"Mhm," she gives a tired smile.

"gimmie kiss," he leans in.

They kiss; the hunger is still passionate as they moan, tasting each other's pure bliss.

as they backed away, y/n looked up at him with messy hair, swollen lips, and beautiful, sweet eyes. He loved it so much. He loved her so much, and He wanted a picture painted of her in this state on every wall in the house.

"Okay, come on, babydoll," he picks her up. Its evident she can't walk from the shaking of her legs.

as they walk out, his cousins give them looks of disgust and judgemental headshakes from hearing the whole thing.

"shut up," he laughs, giving them the finger as he walks away with Y/N still in his arms.

"Better wash that finger," Jimmy comments, and they all laugh.

Roman carries her into their bathroom so she can handle her business; while she does that, he chooses pajamas for them so he can get started with a bath. They were very sore from earlier activities.

He ordered his workers to bring snacks and drinks and decided they would have a movie night to wind the night down and spend time together like y/n wanted.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Dirty Secret (18+)

Bayverse!Leonardo x reader x Bayverse!Michelangelo

A/N: Just a little something I’ve had in my Docs for months, so I thought it was time to get it out there for you. Hope you’ll enjoy💙🧡

All characters are aged up.

Warning: Voyeurism, masturbation, groping.

It was not something Mikey was proud of, but at this point, he had stopped trying to restrain himself. If it stood to him, he would never let anybody know what he was doing, especially neither you or Leonardo.

It started by total accident. Mikey had gotten out of bed one night, and decided to go to the kitchen in order to get something to eat, while the rest of his family was sound asleep - or so he thought. Had he known, Mikey might not even have gotten out of bed, staying in his room until his snack hunger was over. But of course, Mikey did not know. He could not tell the future, and he did really want a snack. So to the kitchen he went.

There Mikey stood there in the kitchen, enjoying a poptart that Donnie hadn’t yet gotten a hold of - one of the simple pleasures in life, when you lived in a sewer - when he suddenly heard it. A low stream of sounds coming from Leo’s room. Looking back, Mikey should have known what he was hearing, but his curiosity and innocence got the better of him, and soon he found himself in front of his oldest brother’s bedroom door, looking through the keyhole, wondering what weird kind of training his oldest brother had gotten himself into.

There he saw you and Leo naked on Leo’s bed, your legs as far over his shoulders as they would go, while he slowly buckled his hips against yours, watching your face, studying your reactions, taking in your small sounds with each and every move he did against you.

Mikey almost dropped his poptart, stopping his chewing with wide eyes, feeling himself getting flustered. He was not supposed to see that. He was definitely not supposed to see that. Never in his life had he ever thought he would accidently get a view of his big brother, fucking his own girlfriend in the comfort og his room.

Mikey knew it was wrong. This was just not a thing you did. It was wrong. So wrong. Mikey told himself to get a hold of his poptarts, and turn around and leave for his bedroom, and not come out until he was sure you were gone. Yet Mikey kept standing there in front of Leo’s door, watching through the keyhole, even taking a bite of his poptart as he did so.

Slowly chewing his poptart, he watched how you held onto Leo’s arms for dear life, as Leo started to speed up his thrusts into you. It didn’t take long before the sound of your hips slapping together started echoing throughout Leo’s room, and just through the keyhole Mikey was still looking through. At first, Mikey kept watching, stickley out of fascination. He had never had sex before, and this was definitely not something you would get to see very often. Sure, Mikey had seen porn several times, but never before had he seen a mutant turtle go to town on a human woman. It had always been hard, imagining himself in the place of all those human men, on that orange and black website, but this made it a lot easier…

Mikey stayed outside of Leo’s bedroom, until the two of you were finished (at least with that round), where the two of you started to engage in some soft and sweet aftercare. At that point Mikey really felt like he was pushing it, and made a quick dash back to his bedroom with the poptarts he still had left. But unfortunately for Mikey, he had a very hard time falling asleep after what he had witnessed. It did not matter how many poptarts he tried to eat, hoping that they could take his mind off of it, or somehow make him sleepy. And he just couldn’t stop thinking about it. And the more he thought about it, the more did Leo seem to disappear from that memory. It didn’t take long before Mikey’s mind had replaced the leader in blue, with the thought of himself, being the one ramming into you, causing you to moan out in pleasure and ecstasy.

And as the thought of Mikey being the one, fucking you into the matterass underneath you, he could not fight the effect that it started to have on him. He felt his senses grow stronger, along with a pressing feeling in his nether region. But Mikey did not want to admit his body’s own reactions to himself. Not even has he felt his member, slowly make its way out of the slit of his cloaca. It wasn’t until he dropped straight into his own pants, that Mikey allowed himself to pull his shorts down, letting his hard member spring furth, already leaking with pre-cum, begging for him to give it some attention. And so, that night Mikey wrapped his hand around himself, to the thought of you being the one enclosing him with your warm and wet cunt.

The next day, Mikey did everything in his power not to look at either you or Leo. He simply couldn’t face you, knowing that he hadn't just shot one load, while thinking of you moaning and whimpering with joy beneath him, but two. Mikey had two, toe curling, eye rolling and hip thrusting orgasms, at the mercy of his own hand while thinking of you. And for just a moment, last night, Mikey had forgotten that you weren’t his, and that you were in fact together with Leo. So to see you and Leo emerge from Leo’s bedroom together, before heading for the kitchen for something to eat, was like a slap of reality to Mikey’s face. It reminded Mikey of just how wrong his own actions in his own bedroom were. What a betrayal it was to his brother, to think of his girlfriend in such a way.

As Mikey sat there at the kitchen table, deep in thought, trying his best not to look in you and Leo’s direction, mentally berating himself for what he did, he suddenly noticed something out of the corner of his eye. You and Leo stood at the kitchen counter with your backs turned to him, and you cooking something, with one of Leo’s arms wrapped around your shoulder, talking about something Mikey didn’t fully understand. But it was here that Leo’s arm slowly dropped from your shoulder, his hand slowly sliding down the curve of your back, before coming to a rest on your pants-covered ass. There Leo’s hand did a groping motion, before slowly grabbing a fistfull, causing you to giggle and shake your head with a smile, before leaning in against him, saying something along the lines of; “you can’t wait for tonight, can you?”

Mikey froze for a moment, realizing what your words to Leo meant. And with that, Mikey realized that you and Leo most likely were going at it again that night. And it was at that moment - no matter how wrong Mikey knew it was - that Mikey decided that he was going to get another pack of poptarts, and see if he could get some more material of you to enjoy himself with.

[grapejuicebrat]

champagne coast - r.c.

where rafe has to watch you moving on.

warnings: mentions of smut, kissing, swearing, heavy angst, might be a happy ending, rafe tries to be better.

notes: SHES BAAAACK. and a little reminder: english is not my first language so be nice! x

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“i want you to be happy rafe, that’s all i ever wanted”

but what if he can’t be happy without you? what if just your presence made rafe smile? if you want him to be happy, why did you leave? those questions were never asked but god, rafe still do want to know all the answers.

watching you moving on is hard. the first time rafe saw you after the break up, your eyes were red from crying. you never smiled. never wanted to pretend that you’re ok. you still loved rafe after all. even if he was a drug addict, even if he was a mean grumpy man. you really wanted to see rafe as an old rafe who tried to not hate on pogues. who tried to catch up with his sister and be a good older brother.

he really tried to be better. for you. for your future family.

he even wanted to marry you. of course, part of him understands that all those thoughts were in his head because he wanted you to stay with him. maybe he could get you pregnant with his baby. having a little copy of you with those big doe eyes was everything he ever wanted. but looking back, it wasn’t possible. not anymore.

sitting in a country club and watching you working hard was difficult. in the beginning of your relationship rafe made that clear. he never ever wanted you to work there again. not because he wanted you to be in a golden cage, just because men in this club were disgusting. rafe would never forget how you cried in his shirt about another nasty comment about her body. that’s why you decided to quit your job and instead of being a waitress you waited at home for rafe, making a dinner for you two and being like a housewife.

you changed rafe in a lot of ways. so now he doesn’t even want to punch this motherfucker jj in the face, because he is clearly flirting with you. after all, he promised you to fight with his anger.

the last thing rafe wants to do is disappoint you again.

“bro, there many other bitches, just forget about her” kelce said to rafe, laughing.

rafe’s eyes shifted to kelce, anger bubbling up in his blood. nobody gets to talk about you like that. even if you were the one to break up with him, you did it for best.

“if you try to say stupid shit like that again, i won’t even hesitate to punch you in a fucking face. you don’t know anything, motherfucker”.

it was the first time rafe didn’t let his friends say something disrespectful towards a girl.

you would be proud of him, that’s for sure.

after two shitty weeks of your break up, rafe saw you smiling for the first time. and he could swear, his heart melted. of course he wanted you to be happy to, even if it does mean that he won’t be included in your life anymore. as much as it hurts to say, maybe in some time you will start a family with a guy that really deserves you. and rafe always said to you that he didn’t deserve you. well, that’s true. he never deserved your kindness, your patience and mostly, your love.

after a long month, rafe could proudly say that he didn’t do coke for a month and two weeks. he didn’t drink either, except one bottle of a beer at the party. he wanted to start a new life, to try to be someone who would deserve you even if you doesn’t want him anymore.

and of course, you knew about this changes. you promised yourself to keep an eye on him if anything happens. and you were really happy to see him like this. without his stupid friends, that you never liked. without being high and drunk. at some time you would think that it’s your old rafe. who you used to know. and your heart would skip a heartbeat. after all, you still loved him. you will always love him.

sometimes you wanted to kiss him like you used to. to hug him, whisper an “i love you” and kiss like there was no tomorrow. you wanted to feel his hands on your neck, on your waist, everywhere. you missed this feeling of being loved by him, you missed his big eyes and his perfect smile. you missed those rare times you two made love to each other. of course you were obsessed with his dominant side in sex but oh god, when he would lay on you and hug you, and his dick was buried deep in your pussy and only god knows how many times he said that he loved you.

you would look at him in a country club, scared that some chick would hug him and sit in his lap. but not in a month, or two. not after a year after your break up, he still didn’t bring anybody. and if topper told you the truth, he refused to even look at some girl. except you.

there were still some rare moments when you would just sit in your kitchen and there will be only one question.

“what if we were still together”

you tried to imagine your life with rafe, how would everything be okay. and you cried. every time.

after another long night in an empty bad you’ve had enough. even if it is the biggest mistake you’ve ever made, you didn’t want this to be the end. not like that. when everything could possibly be better. when rafe at least tries to be better. because you still love him and some part of you hopes he still does love you. so you made your choice right away, getting your phone from the table.

notes: end sucks, i know. but i am still proud of this one. waiting for your comments!

[annoyinglilbro]

Prince who starts invalidating himself and going to royal events as a princess to please his family, knight who corners him later, not following any orders nor letting him come unless he admits he's a boy. (After all, the knight's job is to protect the prince)

Prince being pushed into an abandoned corridor and glaring at the knight.

“What is your problem?!”

“What’s yours? What is all this? Where are your button ups, your trousers? Why are you parading around in corsets and lace?”

Prince who scoffs and crosses his arms. He looks away from the knight and forces his eyes on some random tapestry on the wall.

“Father is done entertaining me. They let wear my hair short and wear my brothers clothes for years. But now I’m an adult, it’s time to stop playing pretend and be the princess the kingdom needs. They’re giving me some time to let my hair grow, and then I’ll be presented with suitors. Each from our ally kingdoms, and I will choose one to marry.”

Knight who shakes his head. It can’t be true. He has been at the prince’s side since they were kids, he’d know if he was protecting a girl. Even with the corset and light flowing fabrics, that’s a boy. That’s his boy.

The same boy who would wrestle with him in his room, and get scolded for stealing extra bread from the kitchen. There was never a princess, always a prince. And he was a damn good one. Whatever is happening here is hurting him, and as his knight it’s his job to make it right.

That’s why he doesn’t hesitate when he takes the sword to the dress. When he chops away at the skirt and watches the way it tears.

“Hey! What are you doing?!”

“Reminding you who you are! This isn’t you, you’re not a princess. You’re not some dainty girl who needs protecting, who falls in line and does whatever she’s told. Where’s your fire? Where are you? You’re an imposter standing infront of me. My prince would never-“

“Oh please! I was never your prince. You’re being ridiculous.” Prince that tried to push past the knight, only to be slammed backwards into the wall once again. “Stop that!”

“I don’t follow orders from any princess. Only my prince can command me.” As he pushes his hands under the torn fabric, feeling for that spot between his legs that he knows oh too well. His fingers quickly find the bundle of nerves that they’ve called his cock on many occasions.

“Oh fuck…”

“How can you say you’re a girl, hmm? When you get so worked up from having your cock played with. Silly boy, so confused. I’ll remind you, don’t worry.”

Pulling his head back by his hair and kissing all the spots he knows drives his boy crazy. Nobody knows the prince better than him. Teeth piercing into flesh, breathing uneven, and eyes glazed over with lust. Even in a dress, he can still see the boy buried underneath. Beautiful, breath taking, in need of rescue.

Prince’s hands cling to the knight, just as they have many nights before. It isn’t fair, the prince can only feel cold armor, while his knight is spoiled in the warmth of his cunt. Fingers rubbing and prodding, sliding through slick and pressing him further and further.

“Please please I have to cum please.”

Fingers that pinch at the small bud, making the prince moan and writhe.

“Who’s asking to cum?”

“Ah…fuck.. your princess is telling you. M..make me cum.”

Knight that clicks his tongue and stops the movement of his fingers.

“I only take orders from my prince.” His hand leaves his hair and instead wraps around the prince’s throat, both glaring at the other with no real hatred to fuel them. “Dress up is fun. But it’s time to stop playing around, little prince. My sweet boy. I know you’re in there. Come back to me and I’ll make you cum until you so many times you lose track.”

Prince letting out a shakey breath. He doesn’t want to disappoint his father, but it’s so hard. So hard pretending to be something he’s not and maybe that’s why he can’t stop the sob that leaves him as he falls forward and wraps his arms lovingly around his knight.

“Please…please? Get me out of here. Take me back to my- to our chambers and have me. Take me. Please, I need you.”

Knight who pauses, his arms falling to his sides.

“Who’s asking me?”

“Your Prince.”

Knight who wraps his arms around the trembling boy, kissing the top of his head before he picks him up.

“Anything you want, my darling prince.”

[mylovesstuffs]

100 Reasons Why I Love Seungcheol ! (a.k.a. S.Coups, Choi Leader, Carat Nation’s Dad)

1. The way he manages 12 chaotic kids (men) like a pro. Where’s his Parent of the Year award?

2. When he yells at them but immediately softens like a marshmallow.

3. His laugh can cure seasonal depression.

4. A visual.

5. His habit of acting like the maknae when he’s the eldest.

6. Petty Seungcheol is peak comedy.

7. When he tries to act cool, but the members clown him anyway.

8. His relationship with aegyo.

9. The way he thinks he’s subtle when being dramatic.

10. His iconic “Say the name!”

11. When he stands in the center like he owns the stage. (Because he does.)

12. His “I’m SEVENTEEN’s leader” energy.

13. That time he pulled off blone hair like a literal Greek god.

14. The way he stares into the camera during performances.

15. How he can make a single word sound like a life-changing declaration.

16. The emotional damage from his tongue plays.

17. His airport looks could rival a runway.

18. His tiny, proud smiles when the members achieve something. You can see the love in his eyes.

19. The fact that he knows exactly how to bias-wreck us.

20. How he’s effortlessly charismatic without even trying.

21. The way he protects the members like they’re his own brothers.

22. When he cried during their Daesang speech—who didn’t cry with him?

23. That time he comforted Jeonghan when he was sick, and our hearts collectively melted.

24. How he takes care of Carats.

25. The soft way he says, “Thank you, Carats.” (Excuse me while I sob.)

26. When he got emotional during their first win.

27. His little “fighting!” moments to cheer everyone up.

28. The way his presence alone calms the chaos in the group (most of the time).

29. The way he values teamwork over individual success.

30. His deep, gravelly voice that feels like a warm hug.

31. Knowing he’s been through tough times but came out stronger.

32. When he cried feeling unworthy of being the leader—Cheol, we’ll fight anyone who made you feel like that.

33. Seeing him push through injuries just to be with SEVENTEEN and Carats.

34. His constant worry about whether he’s doing enough.

35. That one hiatus he took, which made us miss him like crazy but as long as he's okay.

36. Knowing he carries so much responsibility on his shoulders but never complains.

37. How he always thinks of the members’ happiness before his own.

38. His bittersweet smiles during emotional moments—why must you hurt us like this?

39. The way he supports his members during hard times.

40. He cried more over Woozi's hard work than their first win.

41. His leadership is unmatched—period.

42. He’s the glue that keeps SEVENTEEN together.

43. His vocals are criminally underrated.

44. His stage presence is absolute legend behavior.

45. How he hypes up the members like their #1 fan.

46. The way he makes sure every member gets their moment to shine.

47. He’s a friend, brother, and protector.

48. His rap go hard.

49. The way he’s always looking out for the younger members.

50. He gives off main character energy without overshadowing anyone.

51. His pout—it’s a lethal weapon.

52. The way he drinks water like he’s in a CF.

53. When he flips his hair mid-dance. Yes, it’s a reason.

54. His Jigeumbuteo. Iconic.

55. His obsession with Shinchan—same, honestly.

56. The way he claps when he’s laughing too hard.

57. His habit of clinging. Mood.

58. That one episode of Going Seventeen where he was scared giggling and wrapping arms with Shua just because he's scared lol.

59. How he randomly lifts the members like they weigh nothing (especially Hao).

60. When he plays rock-paper-scissors like it’s a serious sport.

61. Seungcheol is the reason I now find men with leadership skills attractive.

62. He’s personally responsible for ruining my bias list every other week.

63. The amount of time I’ve spent analyzing his fancams is embarrassing.

64. His “leader line” moments with RM and Bang Chan.

65. How he’s secretly a softie who loves hugs.

66. He lives rent-free in my brain, and I’m not charging him.

67. The way I feel personally attacked by his selfies.

68. How he can bias-wreck me with a single smirk.

69. The way he hypes up other members on stage like a proud dad.

70. Why does he make me emotional over a simple “fighting!”?

71. He’s a role model.

72. The way he shows that strength can be soft and kind.

73. How he’s grown with SEVENTEEN from boys to men.

74. His love for Carats—it’s so genuine it hurts.

75. He’s proof that hard work pays off.

76. The way he balances being goofy and responsible.

77. His dedication to his craft—it’s inspiring.

78. How he takes pride in SEVENTEEN’s achievements without being boastful.

79. The fact that he’s never forgotten where he came from.

80. Knowing he truly cares about SEVENTEEN’s legacy.

81. His dimples.

82. The way he flips between being a charismatic idol on stage and a complete goofball off stage.

83. When he said, “I’m SEVENTEEN’s dad,” and it’s both funny and true.

84. How he radiates warmth, even through a screen.

85. His goofy side that he shows when he’s comfortable.

86. The way he makes everyone feel like they belong.

87. His deep, thoughtful words during interviews.

88. How he remembers even the smallest details about the members.

89. The way he leads with both his heart and his head.

90. He’s the definition of dependable.

91. He’s a leader who listens, not just commands.

92. His honesty.

93. The way he reminds us that it’s okay to take breaks.

94. He’s proof that vulnerability is strength.

95. How he brings out the best in everyone around him.

96. His endless love for music and performing.

97. The way he’s stayed humble despite SEVENTEEN’s success.

98. Knowing he’ll always have SEVENTEEN and Carats’ backs.

99. He’s family.

100. Because, honestly, there’s no one else like Choi Seungcheol.

[tokkiiibunny]

Chick Habit | Megumi Fushiguro

10: Teenage Whore

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When I was a teenage whore

My mother asked me she said baby what bores

I gave you plenty why could/do you want more

Baby why are you a teenage whore

It seemed to be a great night but it was actually your downfall

You didn't pay attention to him, you wouldn't, you weren't going to let him control your life and you were determined to cut off any communication with Megumi because after Over and over again of the same thing you had understood that being alone would always be better than being with someone like him, all he had given you were problems.

You had tried hard to understand, forgive and tolerate him, The hope of having a friendship with him was dead, you wanted to go back to the day he asked you for forgiveness and say no. Because he didn't deserve anything from you.

You arrived at the party with Yuji who had an arm around your waist, even if you couldn't see him romantically you liked the affection he gave you, You knew it wasn't the right thing to do, but you felt that if you might try a little more, someday he'd like you, like a boyfriend and not just a friend.

Parties are not your environment, it definitely wasn't. Music too loud, too many people, a lot of alcohol but you would have fun Or at least you'd try to, You were with Yuji, you felt cute in your costume, it was the first party you went to in years, it seemed to be a good night.

Everyone greeted Yuji and you too for being with him, he was a complete social magnet And even though you were an outcast to some of them and to others like a ghost you were now his girlfriend and that gave you a certain respect or at least made people be nicer to you and no longer ignore you so deliberately.

It didn't take long for you to see Megumi, he had told you that he would come and he kept his word And you wondered if he would keep the promise too,  he was leaning against a wall looking towards the door,  your body tensed you could feel how heavy his energy was Even if you both weren't close. He gave you a look from top to bottom, he was annoyed but there was something there it was a look so dark that you had never seen him like this, you'd seen him angry many times but this time it felt too different, you'd be lying if you said he didn't scare you. You took your eyes off him, you were determined to enjoy, he had no control over your life Even if he seemed to love to act like he had it.

"EY YUJI! COME HERE." A group of guys already too drunk and loud yelled at your boyfriend.

"Wait for me a second princess." Yuji gave you a kiss on the cheek and went with his friends.

You sat on one of the farthest couches and started texting with choso who was asking you how the night was going and if his brother was treating you well and warning you not to drink too much.

"Yn I'm surprise you don't usually come to these places." You looked up and there were two of the girls who used to be your "friends" during the being of high school.

"Well, I came with Yuji."

You said while smiling, you'd be lying if you said you weren't excited to talk to them even after everything they had said and believed about you, if you had forgiven Megumi so many times you could forgive to anyone else.

"And where is he? He left you alone."

You felt a slight mocking tone in her words but you preferred to ignore it, you preferred to think that it was just your imagination.

"He went with some friends."

"You look a little tense, have a drink, relax." She handed you the glass she had in her hands.

"You need it." Her friend added.

The conversation definitely felt weird, There was something strange about the attitude of the two girls and even if you didn't want to question it was impossible. As soon as you finished your drink they left you alone but your loneliness didn't last long because Megumi came over to you, His steps were firm, his presence was like the darkest shadow. Anything that was going to happen wasn't going to be good and you knew it.

"I told you not to come."

"And I told you I wouldn't listen to you." You tried to act Defiant and stand your ground, but you started to feel weird, dizzy, sick and suddenly the lights became too bright, Your legs  too weak and your eyes had a hard time focusing on something.

Megumi didn't say anything as he watch you trying to get up from the couch you were sitting on, staggering and almost tripping over your own feet, you felt everyone's gaze on you, your breathing was heavy and you began to feel Smothered. Although you felt dozens of pairs of eyes in you there was a look that stood out and that was Megumi's, it made you feel like prey in front of its hunter.

Yuji walked up to you and took your arms as if he wanted to help you stay on your feet. "Hey, baby. Are you okay?" his voice sounded far away even if he was right there next to you. You felt underwater, sunk in an unknown sensation.

The music stopped and an audio began to play, even in your state it was impossible not to recognize your own voice.

Now the looks were more intense, you felt surrounded, trapped, Yuji who was also surprised was aiming to get you out of there but you pulled out of his hands and you approached Megumi pushing him, he barely moved.

"I slept with his brother."

"Which one?"

"Sukuna."

"And what about sasha?"

"She was crazy, it wasn't my fault."

"So it's a lie that you told her she should do it?"

In the audio you were laughing "I was upset, I didn't think she would really do it."

Even if it was your voice and what you were saying was partially true, you knew there was something wrong with that record, It was taken out of context, cut off, there was no way that was what you said, At least not in that order.

The tone of your voice, the way you slurred your words, your almost stupid laugh, you weren't completely aware when that audio was recorded and you weren't at this point either. 

"You lied to me!" you shouted at Megumi,He had taken advantage of the trust you had given him. "And that is not true." He didn't say anything to your accusations, he remained completely calm while you screamed and got mad, you weren't in your 5 senses, that was for sure. "this-"

"Because it wouldn't be true? It's your voice that's there." Megumi responded with complete serenity as she looked down on you from above as if you were a bug that he could crush if he wanted to.

"Shut up!" tears began to slide down your eyes as everyone kept looking at you and Whispering about what was happening. You felt helpless, trapped, judged by each and every one of them But you were also completely angry. You felt like you had no control over yourself and suddenly it felt like you had thrown away that whole act of sweetness. "Why are you to fuck my life!?" You would never understand what you did to megumi, in fact you would never understand what you did to any of them. "You are a fucking bitch, I never did anything to you."

"You should feel ashamed for talking to me like that after kissing me twice. Poor yuji, he was very wrong about you." The audio did not specify when you were with Sukuna and Megumi He also didn't bother to specify that you guys kissed before you Were officially the girlfriend of Yuji.

"That's not-"

"Don't even try to deny it Yn, I'm not a liar, but you..." Whatever you said you were screwed, because the rumors had been "confirmed" with that audio, because Megumi was the one who had "unmasked" you, because you were acting like a psychotic junkie. You had no credibility whatsoever, people had forgotten you for a while but now they had started to disown you again.

Yuji grabbed you by the wrist Moving you away from megumi and taking you out of the party, of course he was upset but he would never leave you alone in that state And even less surrounded by so many people who hated you, after leaving that house it was as if your mind would shut down once again.

You were a cheater drug addict insane liar violent slut And everyone had seen you, everyone had heard the words that came out of your mouth in that récord Which of course no one bothered to question, for everyone had been quite clear. Megumi was the Hero and you were the whore.

To say that your life was ruined might be an exaggeration, but in such a small town, gossip runs fast, and while you had been able to survive the high school rumors, you doubted that this time it could be the same.  It was all rumors before, but now you had "admitted" 'Cause you knew that even if you'd only slept with one guy, That boy was Sukuna, The older brother of your current boyfriend and a complete troublemaker, that would immediately give you the status of a certified whore and you had been clear about what you had done to Sasha, The audio played over and over again in your head and even you wondered how you were able to laugh and act like nothing bad was happening.

After making sure that you were safe at home that night, Yuji didn't call you and he didn't call megumi because he was angry with you but he was also angry with him.

He was his best friend but what he did to you that night had been unforgivable.

Exposing you like that hadn't been his attempt to do justice, it had been another way to destroy you, Yuji wouldn't forgive Megumi this time.

You had been locked in your room for days, you didn't want anyone to see you, for anyone to know that you were still alive, you were a fucking crazy drug addict and murderer, you were a plague in the town.

You refused to eat, to talk, to go out and your parents began to worry about you but every time they asked what's wrong you exploded and you started yelling at them Without giving them a clear answer.

Apart from crying, screaming and wallowing in your misery there wasn't much you do.

You refused to even talk to Choso, you didn't want to see him because you were ashamed that he cared about someone like you so fucked up. He deserved someone better than you and even if every day he came to your house and knocked on your door, your parents always had to tell him that you would not leave your room.

You felt ruined and discarded.

Megumi realized your absence and at first he felt proud of himself for what he had done, he had achieved it, after all these years he had finally fulfilled his goal of destroying you but when he realized that the days were turning into weeks and that suddenly winter break had begun And you hadn't gone to school a single day He began to feel something that he definitely did not like, there was a sensation in his chest and if before it was difficult for him to get you out of his mind now it was practically impossible.

He decided to go see you but no one opened the door and what better idea than to enter through your window, of course you heard it but you didn't even bother to get up if the noises were from a thief well you wish he shot you because you were tired of feeling this way And you were also sick of self-pity but didn't have enough strength to get out of bed and do something with your life.

"You look terrible." Noticeable dark circles under your eyes , messy hair, the same pajamas from days ago, it looked like you had lost weight, pale and your eyes lacked any kind of life, when you heard his voice you wanted to react you wanted to shout at him to fuck off but no muscle in your body moved. He knelt on the edge of your bed in front of you. "Do you plan to lose the school year because of this stupidity?" For you it was not stupid and well it is not that you should apologize for feeling bad about being locally hated.

"It was your fault." was all you could muttered. He grunted in annoyance and stood up, He walked away from you by stomping through your room.

"Stop acting like a fucking victim Yn because you're not, All this happened because of your mistakes." You got out of bed as he began to rant against you. "You pretend to be so good and sweet, a fucking angel from heaven but you're not, you never will be, you're a wretched whore." You let him talk, you let him let his shit and his venom out.

"What did I do to you, Megumi? Why do you hate me so much?"

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[ablobwhowrites]

yandere sonic stuff and y/n idea?

MEGA WARNING OF A MEGA YAP SESSION!!!

I'm going insane with this idea cause watching people play sonic forces and the murder of Sonic the hedgehog game and dude I've been tweaking after I saw the movie too.

A y/n who is kinda this mysterious and scary person who always has a welding mask on and heavy padded suit that basically makes them look scary to anyone who doesn't know them but tails is all like "oh yeah that's my sibling!" (Or something I might change later) And they are a maned fox cause it i imagine them being tall as shit and also I love maned foxes. But end up being all sweet to tails but is a bit mean to others due to how many people bullied their brother but finding out sonic and the others are tails friends, they lighten up a bit but do keep their guard up but do like hanging around sonic also imagining tails is telling stories of when him and y/n where back in their old village and how y/n beat up his bullies or just any stories he remembers about him and his sibling. As y/n basically looking like Micheal Myers with how quiet they are and with the mask they basically almost never take off so the others never know what y/n looks like except for tails. and they work with tails projects and makes sure the welding on the machines he makes is stable enough or just to make sure the machine won't go explode or something.

Tails: "hey guys! Meet my sibling, y/n!"

*y/n somehow having a shadow look over them making them look more intimidating*

Sonic: "you sure they are your sibling?...they look like they are from a slasher movie"

tails to y/n (y/n just beat one of his bullies into a pulp after the bully tried to make fun of his machines and tails again)

Cube bot: "did we get the right fox? Cause I don't remember tails fighting us this hard"

*Orb bot looks over seeing y/n standing in their cell that's locked under several force fields*

Orb bot: "I might have to check the logs again"

(anyways that's it for my yap session. Hope you guys like it and if you did, please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's. But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[somniseeker]

HIHI i was thinking about your fic and was wondering, what would be the reaction frm the guys with a yn more mean? Like, they told yn to come to a party with them and yn answer "why would i want to be near You guys lmao"

swings legs i had fun with this one pls read until end for longer snippet !!

“How would the sans' react to a meaner MC?”

pairings; undertale sans aus/mean reader

cw; made with ding!sans' in mind, they're from my fic which you can find on my page. can somewhat be read alone.

You’re quick to deliver sharp, biting remarks, often pointing out flaws or poking fun at the others.

Fresh: At first, Fresh laughs it off and tells you how unrad it is, but you notice his responses slow down over time. You almost think you had hurt his feelings—not that you'd care, but then... Eventually, he starts countering with his own brand of overly chipper sarcasm. 90's insults and the whole shabang. “Jabroni!” “Bozo!” He’d text quick wittedly and honestly, you felt as if he didn't take you seriously at all!

Ink: Ink acts unbothered, but his emojis start feeling a little more passive-aggressive after each comment. He eventually flat-out asks if you’re always this “charming.” (Hint: yes, you are.)

Anytime someone gets excited about something, you’re quick to brush it off as “boring” or “childish.”

Blue (Swap): At first, Blue is genuinely hurt. He tries to win you over with kindness, but when it doesn’t work, he grows more defensive. “Well, at least I’m not a grouch like you!” Except this doesn't get taken that seriously through text messages, he made many typos while mad. Embarrassment sunk in his skull.

You don’t sugarcoat anything. If someone asks for your opinion, you give it to them straight—even if it stings.

Fell: While the others struggle with your bluntness, Fell almost seems to respect it. “Finally, someone who knows how to talk without all the coddling. You’re still a pain in the ass, though.”

Your humor leans sarcastic and borderline cruel, often making fun of situations or people when they least expect it.

Mutt (Fellswap Papyrus): Mutt starts out confused but eventually laughs along, he was used to his brother somewhat acting this way anyways. “i can’t tell if yer joking or just heartless. either way, i respect it..”

The Skeletons Get Used to You

Over time, the group adjusts to your personality. While the initial sting of your remarks still lingers, they realize that your meanness isn’t necessarily personal—it’s just who you are.

Fell outright calls you out one day: “At least I have the guts to say it to someone’s face. You just hide behind a screen like a coward.” Surprisingly, his bluntness makes you pause. After that, the two of you develop an odd sense of camaraderie, bonding over your shared abrasiveness. But, in your defense, it's not even like you could say anything to any of their faces—it was a groupchat! An online one!

Blue learns to dish out sass in return, though he’s not nearly as sharp as you. “Hah! See? I can be tough too!” It’s almost endearing how hard he tries to keep up.

Overall; the skeletons gradually adjust to your mean-spirited personality, finding it strangely entertaining rather than off-putting. For you, being snarky behind a screen is easier than dealing with the judgmental stares of real life. At first, your bluntness catches them off guard, but having already dealt with Fell’s abrasive honesty and Error’s sarcastic tendencies, they learn to roll with it.

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Ink: we should do introductions!

You: pass.

BlueberryBoi: that’s no way to make friends!

You: i’m not here to make friends. isn’t that obvious?

GlitchBitch: ok, but why’re you still here if you hate us so much?

You: free entertainment. like watching a bad soap opera.

Ink: :\

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BlueberryBoi: hey, what’s your favorite color? i wanna know more about you!

You: it’s not blue, if that’s what you’re fishing for.

BlueberryBoi: why would that be what i’m fishing for?!

FunkN’Fresh: dang, blueberry got roasted!

You: relax, fresh. you’re next. how’s it feel living in 2010 with that personality?

FunkN’Fresh: YO YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO GO THAT HARD!!

ISTHATTHEGRIMREAPER: this is just sad at this point.

You: what’s sad is your edge level. did you write this chat on a black notebook with skull doodles in the margins?

DANCETILLURDEAD: ok but that’s actually kinda funny.

You: congrats, first compliment of the night. don’t get used to it.

nastydawg: i’m crying.

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Ink: it’s been a while since we had someone meaner than fell in here…

Fell2cool4school: correction: i say it to yer faces. this coward hides behind the screen.

You: pretty big words coming from an off-brand tsundere.

FunkN’Fresh: HAHAHA TSUNDERE FELL

Fell2cool4school: say that again, and yer dead.

You: aw, did i hurt your feelings?

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FunkN’Fresh: hey brah, we’re watching a movie later. wanna join?

You: nah.

Fell2cool4school: you always say no. do you do anything fun?

You: yeah, but it doesn’t involve hanging out with people like you.

Fell2cool4school: just admit it. you’re scared we’ll out-snark you.

You: yeah, i’m terrified. let me go cower under my desk real quick.

ISTHATTHEGRIMREAPER: ngl, that sounds like a yes.

BlueberryBoi: i think you secretly like us!

You: doubt.

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Ink: so you coming to the movie night or what?

You: didn’t i already say no? you forget things a lot for someone with so many brains.

Ink: nah, just figured you’d be too lonely to say no twice.

You: …ok, that one wasn’t bad.

FunkN’Fresh: WHOA, INK GOT A POINT!!

BlueberryBoi: hey, if you hate us so much, why’re you always online?

You: you’re that one annoying ad you can’t block.

BlueberryBoi: that doesn’t even make sense!!

Fell2cool4school: neither does their personality. move on.

You: says the guy who named himself “fell2cool4school.”

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You had just logged off your last class for the day, stretching as you leaned back in your chair. The soft hum of your computer faded into the background as your phone buzzed on the desk. That group chat again.

Despite how bizarre it all was, you hadn’t left yet. Something about their antics kept pulling you back—though you weren’t sure if it was curiosity or sheer disbelief at their personalities. You picked up your phone, thumb swiping to open the app.

ISTHATTHEGRIMREAPER: yo, who’s up for a party tonight?

FunkN’Fresh: YO YO YO!! PARTY?? sign me UP, my dudes!

Ink: Party? Who’s hosting??

Fell2cool4school: tf u need to know for? either you’re in or you’re not.

nastydawg: bet it’s just some lame excuse for you to brood.

You couldn’t help but scoff. A party? With them?

You already knew where this was going. The thought of actually hanging out with the loud, chaotic group made your head hurt.

Before you could mute the conversation and move on with your evening, another message came through.

Ink: protégé, you coming?

GlitchBitch: doubt it.

DanceTillUrDead: um, we haven't even seen their face yet..

fell2cool4school: shut up remix no one likes u

DanceTillUrDead: i didnt even say anything :(

FunkN’Fresh: c’mon, protégé! it’ll be fresh. gotta let loose sometimes, you feel?

ISTHATTHEGRIMREAPER: yeah, don’t be lame.

The barrage of messages made you pause. Did they actually think you’d go? You glanced at the messages again, your lips curling into a smirk. If they were expecting you to jump at the invitation, they had another thing coming.

You typed quickly, the sarcasm practically dripping from your fingertips.

You: why would i want to be near you guys lmao.

The chat went silent for a moment. Then:

Fell2cool4school: lmfao

Ink: 😐

nastydawg: damn, that’s cold.

You could almost picture their faces—well, if skeletons had proper faces. Maybe they weren’t used to being called out like this.

FunkN’Fresh: WHOA OKAY, rude.

ISTHATTHEGRIMREAPER: not rude lol, just pathetic. they’re too scared to hang with us.

You raised an eyebrow at the message. Scared? Hardly. But the baiting tone was hard to ignore.

You: scared? pls. i just don’t waste my time.

Fell2cool4school: says the one still sitting here reading our messages.

You grit your teeth. Fell’s words hit a little too close to home, and you weren’t about to let him get the last word.

You: nah, i’m just here for the free comedy show.

gotta say, you guys are top-tier entertainment.

The chat erupted into a mix of responses.

nastydawg: ok but this is funny

Ink: yeah, hilarious.. /s

GlitchBitch: stop fueling them, mutt.

FunkN’Fresh: YO PRO, i’ll have you know i’m like, the LIFE of any party!! you’re missing OUT, my dude.

You: i’m sure. let me know when the clown

show starts, maybe i’ll swing by.

You set your phone down, satisfied. The chat was still blowing up with messages, but you ignored them. They wanted to play games? Fine. You weren’t about to make it easy for them.

Still, as you leaned back in your chair, you couldn’t shake the faint curiosity lingering in your chest. For all their weirdness, you wondered what they’d actually be like in person.

But you weren’t about to admit that—not to them, and definitely not to yourself. Why are you even wasting your precious time with some dumb no life roleplayers anyways.

[merkerlerspeaks]

You know. Sometimes you can just tell when God has put people in your life on purpose to show or teach you something.

My robotics teacher is a very, very compassionate, gentle Christian man, and very much persuing Jesus. And he is very understanding when my chronic condition effects my ability to attend class- perhaps likely due to his wife also having a condition like mine, perhaps due to the fact that he is just a very kindhearted person. (Luckily, I am able to do the majority of the class online, so it hasn't effected my grades).

There is also a young Christian man/late teen in my class as well who is also just such a big sweetheart. Very meek, very gentle, very smart. Also very much persuing Jesus.

I just very much admire it. My exposure to Christian men for the past 6 years has been predominantly my brother, which...well if you read my personal posts then we know how that has been going lol. I really appriciate being able to see...the variety, I guess. The ability to be able to speak to these people and not feel as if I am being spoken down too, and instead actually listened too. And the fact that they are christian men feels very healing.

[spotaus]

Thinking about Orchid and her connection to my take on Gender (because this was meant to be about her and the Crew but it just devolved into a character analysis kinda??? More trauma-dumping maybe???) This is very much an oc/personal rant so feel free to ignore it 🫡

So, Orchid started off as a character I didn't really think much of (hear me out this is going to be relevant) because I wanted to add a 'girl' character but didn't know what to *do* with her, y'know? She was always going to be the strongest one there, she had the odds stacked in her favor with her parents. She was always going to be the gloomy side-character to match Reset's energy. But I think she's gone through every stage of Generic Woman I could possibly find.

At first she was angry and abrasive (think Fell!Sans) where every other word was a curse and she was likely to throw the first punch then laugh as she kicks her enemy while they're down. This was when Reset was a cartoonishly self-centered villain whose goal was simply to prove others wrong. Then Orchid became a sort of sisterly figure. This was short-lived, but she was the one comforting people who Reset would torment, but would ultimately follow his orders, because at this point he was actually a danger and sadistic. And then there was the phase where the story mellowed out and she became the token Goth Girl who, yes she was strong, but was heavy on the 'whatever' energy. Then there was her Era of deep self-loathing and anxiety about her worth that held her back and made her a much more timid and meek character who would only lash out on occasion.

Now, Orchid is the best of those iterations I've written yet. She's calm, level-headed, and a natural leader. Her father raised those traits into her. But she's very reactive, and can be silly, and when she's comfortable it's likely that air of importance transforms into something more comfortable and familiar. She laughs loudly and grins wide, she likes loud video-games but loves to read in the quiet. She's extremely disciplined, and normally no one can get through her tough exterior besides her best friend, Reset. She does what she does for her own enjoyment, sure, but she's thought of every angle and makes her choice to help Reset and control the others with her whole chest. She still worries she won't live up to her invisible expectations, and that and her loyalty are her two driving forces.

I know that Orchid is important to me because she's the longest-running female oc I've had. I have a rough relationship with womanhood/girlhood and I know looking back that Orchid recieved every ounce of my distaste for being a woman that I could shovel into her. That never made her less of a character, she was actually always one of my favorites, and rarely was she a 'punching bag oc'. I just... projected onto her a lot. And she's a good sign of how I've learned who I am. I've decided that my own femininity is something I could live without. I'd rather not associate myself with it, and I'd like to leave it in my past, focusing on a future where I'm not tied down with any gender roles or expectations. That won't happen, but I've come to terms with it myself. Orchid though? I figured out through her that I don't have to hate women characters. My own distaste for my circumstances doesn't mean I have to push it onto my characters (on God I've never expressed anything rude to actual people, that'd be rude as hell and uncalled for, but I have a bad habit of disliking fictional women in media). So, Orchid is a well-roubded character finally. She has motivations abd goals and a *lot* more depth than I ever expected her to. She's happy with being a woman, she's content. She's not treated differently for it in unfair ways by those she cares about, so she doesn't mind it. She likes to wear pretty outfits and lets Reset add bows to her ribbons. She doesn't let being a woman hold her back in the slightest.

So, yeah. Orchid is one of my babies. If I ever leave this Fandom behind for good, she's one that's coming with (Ichor, Orchid, and Pretender all have human designs I can use elsewhere lol-) but in the meantime I'll just rotate her around in my brain for a while longer.

If I'm right, she's been with me for nearly 5-6 years and I went through a *lot* with her as an outlet. So, she's kinda just like an old stuffed animal. A lil ripped, matted fur, maybe a stain or two, but there's a story there and that makes it important beyond belief.

[gingermintpepper]

Extracts from The Greenhouse Floor

[19catsncounting]

Hey does anyone still think about the thematic differences between Supernatural and the Wayward Sisters and how self-isolating male hunters are compared to community-building female hunters and how this was shown from the Harvelles to even arguably Missouri Mosely and even Samuel Campbell who is his daughter's father almost more than a man himself (especially in Season 6) is not immune to this?

And how the Wayward Sisters could have been built not on sacrificing yourself to this singular all-consuming relationship with your brother and sacrificing yourself for the world second or in name only, but instead on what it takes to cut yourself into useful and digestible pieces for the sake of keeping your place in that community because you're almost certain that it's This Community or Solitude Forever (Alex you can never escape the life no matter how much you don't want it you've gotta pitch in do you want your family to die on this hunt Claire you know you'll never find anyone to love you unless you make yourself softer and then are they really loving you are you even worthy of love anymore Jody your husband and son would still be alive if you listened and learned you can't lose another child in every sense you can't quite let your children be defenseless children either and you know so well how sick this fear makes you and how you're dealing with it the wrong way your son got to be a child but your daughters can't be that vulnerable Even Donna you have Your Role to play here you're not good enough as a hunter but you're funny and happy and you don't take up that much space so that's exactly how much space you're given to exist in).

And yes, a lot of these things are echoes of Kripke Supernatural but instead of too-intimate and dark and quiet confessions that the Winchesters share and know that no one else could ever have the context to fully understand it's Community it's All Our Problems the humiliation and shame is all-encompassing because there is no privacy Everyone Sees You Everyone Knows You Everyone Wants To Fix Help You.

[seleneprince]

Sanzu waited for Senju to leave the house before slashing Takeomi's eye and run away. For two reasons:

1. He didn't want Senju to see that, not only because she would've intervened, but because he wanted to spare her the bloody spectacle.

2. So Senju didn't try to stop him from leaving. Because despite what complex feelings he harbours for her, he couldn't bear having to say goodbye to her or the pain that moment might've caused. So he avoided it.

[daily-whistlebreeze]

daily whistlebreeze until fo becomes PoV day 1448

you know how sometimes your sister brings in an exiled war criminal from another clan whom she's also dating

basically: If I Had It My Way with these characters