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[everyonewooeverywhere]

MDNI 18+ BLOG -> ageless blogs and minors WILL BE BLOCKED

pairing ✭ bf!vernon x f!reader

synopsis ✭ when you come home from a less-than-perfect day, your boyfriend is nowhere to be found, but you don't want to call him and ask him to come home while he's out with friends. even though he'd drop everything if he knew you were struggling.

content/genre ✭ smut 18+ MDNI, established relationship, non-idol!au, hurt to comfort, relatively fluffy

word count ✭ 2.5k

notes ✭ hey hi! this is just a reworking of "minor nuisance." when i originally wrote it i was between writing it for jongho or hansol, so i figured i'd rework it for hansol ☺️

i said this in the original, but i'll say it here too. the mc in this is heavily based on my experiences with adhd. so this is a little personal but it was very therapeutic to write at the time.

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It was a terrible day. One of the worst you’d had in a while. Nothing seemed to be going your way. You’d ripped your favorite pair of tights this morning when getting ready in a hurry after waking up super late. You’d locked yourself out of the apartment. The seven dollar coffee you’d bought for yourself to cope with aforementioned events had spilt all over your desk, ruining the book you had just received as a gift from a coworker. And, to top it all off, your boss had demanded you to stay late to finish what was supposed to be his job.

So when you finally made it back to your apartment, after waiting in the lobby forever waiting for your landlord to let you in, you wanted nothing more than to collapse on the couch with your boyfriend and fall asleep in his arms. 

You were plagued with fatigue as you slipped out of your work shoes and made your way through the kitchen and into the living room, not finding him anywhere. The bedroom the two of you shared was also completely vacant. Nothing had changed since you’d left this morning. He hadn’t been home all day.

Maybe he’s just working late, you thought, slightly defeated knowing you’d have to wait for him, not knowing how long it would take. 

Trying to take your mind off of it, you scrolled on your phone for a completely indiscernible amount of time, feeling completely defeated with the day you’d had. Moving in with Hansol months ago has been an incredibly helpful step for you. Before the two of you had lived together, you were a master of procrastinating your own feelings. Constantly letting yourself rot away in your bed and letting the day pass you by. Only to be plagued by that crushing guilt that came with letting a day go by unproductively. Living with Hansol had given you someone to hold you accountable. To pull you out of bed because sometimes it was impossible to do it on your own.

But on nights like these, where your boyfriend was nowhere to be found, which was not a common occurrence, you felt yourself slipping back into the endless cycle of losing yourself in your phone for countless hours. 

Hours passed and the sun was almost completely down before you received a text from your boyfriend.

| hannie 💗: hey love, sorry i had to stay late for work today. i’m gonna go get some drinks with my coworkers.

| hannie 💗: that ok?

God, you felt so helpless. How horrible and controlling of a partner would you be to tell him ‘no?’ Did he ask? Yes, but you desperately didn’t want to be the girl who always needed to be by her boyfriend’s side. Telling him he couldn’t go out with his friends would make you feel like such a nuisance. You stared at the screen for a good two minutes, biting your thumb, trying to think of how to respond.

| hannie 💗: y/n? 

| hannie 💗: i can see you read the message. is everything alright?

Before you could even draft a response, his name flashed across the screen. Taking a deep breath, you slid your thumb across the screen, answering the call.

“Hi,” you picked up.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You could hear some of his coworkers in the background. He must already be at the bar. 

You held in a sigh, “Nothing, I’m alright. Why?”

“Y/n, you read and didn’t respond to my message. Like you were overthinking a response."

You didn’t say anything. Overthinking yet another response.

“Love, I don’t even want to be here that badly. If you need me to come home, I will. But you’ve gotta tell me.” He was being so patient with you. So much more patient than you thought you deserved, though he would certainly disagree with that.

You took a deep breath, nearing tears, “I–” this was so incredibly hard, “Can you please come home? I didn’t really have a great day.”

“Of course, I’ll be there in about thirty minutes. Do you want me to stay on the phone?”

“No, it’s alright. I just need to see you.”

“Ok, just hang in there alright. Why don’t you hop in the shower, and we can watch a movie when I get back. I’ll pick up some takeout on my way, too.”

When you hang up, you force yourself to get out of bed and get in the shower. It’s so rewarding and feels so relaxing that you can’t imagine why you ever couldn’t get out of the bed in the first place. But, of course, you say that every time. 

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By the time you had gotten out of the shower and dried your hair, Hansol had made it home with the takeout he’d promised in hand. 

When you left your bedroom, you saw him sitting on the floor in your living room. He’d lit a candle on the coffee table and set the food down with it. You could tell he’d changed out of his work clothes into a hoodie and basketball shorts, mirroring your almost identical outfit. He didn’t notice you at first. He was chatting to someone on the phone, seemingly a friendly conversation, and not one you wanted to interrupt. When he saw you, though, you heard him say goodbye to whoever was on the line. 

Throwing his phone down on the couch, he got up from the floor and met you at the door of your bedroom. Pulling you into a big hug, he placed a kiss on the top of your head. 

“No pressure, but, if you wanna talk about your day, we can.”

You shook your head, “Not really. I just wanna eat, I think.”

The two of you ate, sitting in comfortable silence on the floor in your living room. You noticed as you took in the scene around you, that Hansol had turned off all the overhead lights in the room. Leaving only the candlelight and the string lights around the ceiling to illuminate the room. There was something about warm lighting that made everything feel so much more cozy and comfortable. 

Your boyfriend wasn’t the most physically affectionate individual, but he never failed to make you feel loved. He always noticed the small things. He was hyper aware of your emotions in the least patronizing way possible. It was little moments like bringing home food for you and turning the cool-toned overhead lights off that reminded you that this man knew you better than anyone.

And that wasn’t something that happened overnight. He tried harder than anyone you’d ever met to know you. Your likes, dislikes, discomforts, phobias, and even your little habits. He knew it all. What he knew most is that you desired so bad to have someone to pull you out of your slump. Which is why he had come home early.

“I’m sorry you couldn’t stay out with your friends,” you whispered, staying focused on the food in front of you.

“I didn’t come home because I felt any obligation to. It’s not that I couldn’t stay out with my friends. It’s that you needed me here at home, and I wanted to come home and comfort you.” He ran a hand over your hair as he finished up his own food. 

That was another thing you loved about him. He wasn’t saying this because he wanted to make you feel better. He wanted you to know that you were not alone. That you were free to feel your feelings, and he’d always be right beside you to comfort you through them.

“Thank you,” you looked up at him, “I love you, you know that, right?”

“How could I ever forget? I love you, too.”

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After the food was gone and the coffee table was cleared, Hansol had put on a movie laid down on the couch, holding out his arms for you. When you finally sat between his legs and leaned into his chest, he pulled a quilted blanket over the two of you, wrapping his arms around you.

You paid very little mind to the movie playing on the TV. Instead you were focused on the rhythm of his breathing, the steady beating of his heart, and the minor movements his chest would make when he let out a soft laugh whatever he was watching.

He played with your hair, running his fingers through the strands, softly brushing his fingers over your neck with each pass. This position couldn’t have been more comfortable. Being with the man you loved as he comforted you in the way he knew best with absolutely no complaint was more than you could’ve ever dreamed of.

Hansol would claim that it was the bare minimum, but you always felt the need to let him know how much he really amazed you. 

When you reached your hand up to his cheek to brush your thumb over the skin, he looked down at you, completely forgetting about the movie playing. He grabbed your hand from his cheek and kissed your fingers, your palm, the back of your hand, the inside of your wrist.

Pulling yourself up to his face, you kissed him as softly as he’d done to your hand. Everything was so soft. From the way he kissed you to the way he caressed the skin under your hoodie right above the waistband of your shorts. From the hand you had in his hair to the way he lifted you to sit more comfortably in his lap.

He kissed your neck just as softly. You sighed contently. Fully basking in the way he took care of you. His movie was fully disregarded at this point as he gripped the bottom of your shirt.

Looking into your eyes he asked, “can I take care of you, love?” You nodded, helping him lift the sweatshirt over your head. 

Before you could even comprehend the nakedness of your chest, he lifted you into his arms and carried you to your shared bed. Laying you on your back. Your bare skin taking immense comfort in the softness of your sheet. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw his pants off to the side.

He immediately went back to kissing you. Hands moving from your cheeks, down your neck. His thumbs caressed your collarbone as his lips brushed the crook of your neck and then your shoulder. You shuddered when one of his hands took your breast. His lips met the other one, causing you to let out a breathy moan and weave your fingers through his dark hair.

He continued to kiss and touch every inch of your torso. When he got to your waistband, he left a small kiss under your belly button. His big brown eyes meeting your own as he pulled your shorts and underwear off together. Tossing them to the side of the bed. 

Lifting one of your legs onto his shoulder, he kissed your inner thigh, still meeting your eyes. The eye contact wasn’t broken until his thumb met your clit. Brushing over it slightly, making you toss your head back into the pillows under you. His mouth replaced his thumb, slowly teasing you. 

With his free hand, he took your own hand, the one that wasn’t gripping his hair, and threaded his fingers through yours. Thumb brushing over the back of your hand.

He felt so good. His tongue working so hard to make you feel pleasure. Everything was so gentle, but felt so euphoric. His fingers pumping in and out of you as he sucked on your clit. You felt like you could’ve floated away with the way he caressed your hand and your thigh. It wasn’t long before you were washed with a wave of pleasure. Everything was hot. You felt it rush through you from your ears down to your cunt. He kissed your thigh one more time after you came, fingers pushing you through the finale of your orgasm. 

Your breathing was ragged when he made it back up to your face, kissing you tenderly. Reaching a hand beneath the pillow under your head. He pulled out a condom. Before he could open it, you plucked it out of his hands, tearing it open as he stripped himself of his own underwear before you rolled the rubber onto his length. He groaned at the touch.

“You ready?” He asked, grabbing your arm and kissing your wrist.

You nodded, smiling, “yes. please, baby.”

When he pushed into you, you gasped and threw your head back again. He kissed your neck and shoulder, slowly thrusting into you. On most occasions, you’d beg him to go faster, but his subdued nature in this moment was so incredibly comforting. His thumb massaged your clit.

He kissed you deeply as he thrust into you. Completely overtaking your lips with his own. His kisses were so full of passion that your head spun. His adoration for you was so evident from the way he looked into your eyes when he stopped kissing you. Your foreheads pressed together, separated only by a thin layer of sweat. 

“I love you so much, y/n,” he says, just above a whisper. So close that you can feel his breath tickle your lips when he says it.

You moan softly, feeling yourself reach a second high, “I love you, too.”

It’s only a matter of minutes before you reach your orgasm. You grip his shoulders tight as he coaxes you through your climax. Walls fluttering around him as he finishes inside the condom. 

He kisses your lips once more before pulling out. He pushes himself off the bed to throw it away. When he comes back, he slides back into bed with you. Breath still slightly ragged. 

You laid on his chest, listening to his heart beat once more.

Running a hand over his stomach, you said, “Thanks for coming home early today.”

“Of course, love. You know I’d drop anything to come home to you if you were struggling.”

“I just feel like such a nuisance asking for you to come home,” you groaned.

He ran a hand over your hair, “I will never ever see you asking for help as a nuisance. Sometimes you just need a little push. Or sometimes you just need to lay in someone’s arms. I will always be there to do that for you. No matter the circumstance, ok?”

You wanted to protest, tell him he was too much, too good to you, but he kept going, “I trust you. I know that when you ask me to come home, it’s not because you're insecure or controlling. It’s because you need help, and I want you to always feel comfortable asking for it.”

He’d left you just a little bit speechless. All you could respond with was a gentle kiss on his lips.

For him, though, that was more than enough.

[tomasweetheart]

I literally jumped with joy when you fallowed me back omg ily sm. So I was at the doctors and my doctor told me how he proposed to his wife and it was so sweet. He said he was stressed from finals and he had like a dream that his wife died and he dreamed of everything he couldn’t do with her. So when he woke up it was like 2 in the morning and he ran to his room to get the ring he had. He had it for two whole like years but ran to her dorm and begged her to say yes because he couldn’t wait. Could you write a fic of kuroo doing that with his boyfriend?

JUMP THEN FALL — k. tetsuro x m!reader

sypnosis: kuroo has always known that he wanted to marry you, and he's always said that he'll do it when he knows it's right. what's more perfect than asking after he had a dream about you dying?

warnings: mentions of death (nothing too graphic but still), kuroo being a fucking loser dork but i adore him so it's fine <3, fluff, happy ending!, angst if you squint really really hard, kuroo and reader are in their last year of college in this one, but i'm not in college yet so idfk how it works but i'll pretend i do!! use of the petnames 'babe' and 'baby'

notes: okay i'm so so sorry this took so long, i had a really bad depressive episode, i hope you like it, this request is really cute and i had a lot of fun writing it :D and two, that is so nice of you to say omg :( of course i followed you back, you always send me requests, you interact with my stuff a lot and you're just really nice so thank you for that <3

Kuroo has always wanted to marry you, it's the one thing he's been sure of in his entire life.

When you bring up marriage to him, however, he just tells you to "be patient" and that he'll "do it when he knows it's right" which constantly keeps you on your toes in case your dork of a boyfriend decides that the "right time" is during one of your lectures or at any inappropriate time really.

It kept Kuroo on his toes too, because what you don't know is that in the far-right corner of his sock drawer holds a small velvet box with a beautiful band inside of it. Every day he can feel his hand graze over the box, thinking to himself, maybe now is the right time.

But then he shakes his head, and decides it isn't.

And besides, as much as Kuroo loves you, he has finals to worry about. And they're really kicking his ass.

Although most people would peg Kuroo as the focused studious type (which he tried so desperately to be), the truth was that he tried so hard to procrastinate as much as possible. However, was it really procrastination if he needs the sleep?

When it was to avoid studying for finals, yes it was.

"Kuroo, sleeping to avoid studying for finals is not something you should do," your voice rippled out through the speaker of his phone, "especially if it's every single time you have them."

"Babe, you are the one who is constantly nagging me to sleep more," he rebutted, that stupid cocky tone he always had lingering in the back of his throat ever present, "I'm finally listening to you, I think you should take that as a win."

"Kuroo," your voice cracked again through that shoddy android speaker again, a certain firmness to it this time, "please promise me that you'll study, you're gonna hate yourself if you don't."

"Baby, I promise you I will, you know my word to you is good," he replied, you could hear that fucking cocky grin etching itself onto his face, "right after my little nap. I love you; I'll talk to you soon."

After you too bid your goodbyes, Kuroo made himself as comfortable on that dorm room mattress as he could, until his eyes got heavy, and he drifted off to sleep.

Kuroo could have sworn it was real.

The chase, your blood curdling scream, the way his stomach dropped to the soles of his feet when he realized he was too late.

It wasn't until he shot up in bed with that same nauseous feeling sitting in his chest as his breath came out panicked and labored had he realized it was nothing but a fucked-up dream.

Kuroo had never been so happy to wake up.

Slowly, but surely, he had calmed himself down. His breath returning to normal as the nauseous feeling in his chest disappeared, what didn't disappear, however, was that he didn't want to live life without you. He didn't want to graduate without you beside him, he didn't want to start a company without you there cheering him on along the way, and he sure as hell didn't want to imagine having a family with anyone else that wasn't you. Life was too short for hesitation, it was too short for his hesitation.

He quickly rushed out of bed, pulling an old hoodie over his torso, slipping on his shoes, and rifling through his drawer to grab that velvet box that had been sitting there for two years, begging to be let free.

Luckily for him, your dorm wasn't far from his. He hadn't even bothered to check the time on his phone, where the light flashed a large: 2:03 A.M. at him, he didn't care if his frantic speed walking down the hallway woke up everyone on that floor, he was only worried about getting to you.

When he got to your dorm, he rapped his fist against the door so hard he could've sworn that his knuckles would crack open. The door opened to a very annoyed you, but he didn't care if he interrupted your sleep, or your studying, he was just so elated to see you in front of him.

"Kuroo, what the hell?" you seethed, "It's two in the morning, what on earth —"

You were quickly cut off by Kuroo dropping to one knee in the doorway of your dorm room, pulling out that velvet box in all its glory, revealing that beautiful band you had mentioned liking to him once, you couldn't control the way your mouth slightly dropped in confusion, a wave of emotions hitting you like a tsunami.

"(Y/n), please, just listen to me," he blurted out in an almost pleading tone, "I've always wanted to wait until the right moment to ask you this, but recently, I've realized that the right moment was in front of me the entire time."

You tried to get a word in, but Kuroo's word vomit was faster.

"(Y/n), I've realized there is so much I want to do with you, so much that I can't do without you," he said, you swore you could see the tears well in the corner of his eyes, "everything from this point forward is useless if I can't do it with you by my side, so I'm begging you, even though it's two a.m. and we're both in our pajamas with messy hair and dark circles under our eyes, will you make me the happiest man alive, and marry me?"

It was your turn to be stunned, you stared down at your boyf — fiancée, in front of you with stained sweatpants and an old Nekoma sweatshirt barely big enough to cover his torso asking you to marry him at two in the morning.

You stayed quiet for so long, it scared Kuroo. Maybe this wasn't the right time, you two were still in college, this was all so sudden, so impulsive, he should have waited, he should have —

All these thoughts were expelled from his head as he felt your body weight push against his, squeezing him so tight in an embrace that he could barely breath.

"Yes," you whispered against the side of his neck, he could feel the tears from your eyes splashing there as well, "oh my god Kuroo, yes, a million times over."

He smiled softly at you, resting his own head against your shoulder as you held him in your arms. If this is what the rest of his life looked like, then god was he excited for it.

[tinykonig]

Ghost x reader headcannons

im so glad you guys are enjoying these??? i love making them and its helping me procrastinate finals :) as always these are written for afab, and sometimes include references feminine terms. if you like how i write for ghost, send me a lil request and i might turn it into something :)

NSFW indicated in post 🤍

Genuinely it takes fucking forever for Ghost to admit having feelings for you. He is in denial for soooo long

What finally makes him crack is getting critically injured on a mission and all he can think about is how he should have told you

He resolves to tell you once he comes to in the hospital. He figures it would be stupid to waste any more time

You come to see him and you think he doesn’t want you there because he can’t make eye contact with you and that’s rare for him

You just kind of awkwardly apologize for coming and turn to leave and he just barks out “Wait.”

When Ghost is getting something off his chest he gets it all out. So he’s just very bluntly telling you that you were all he could think about when he thought he was going to die and he doesn’t see the point in hiding how he feels any longer

At the end of his speech he looks at you and you are getting a little emotional and this motherfucker has the audacity to be like, “… why are you crying?”

Like you just spilled your heart out to me give me a break!!!

His entire body relaxes when you tell him you feel the same way. He didn’t even realize how tense he had been

You don’t leave his side until he’s recovered and able to fully function back to normal

He doesn’t say thank you with his words but rather his actions. His eyes tell you everything anyways

Sometimes he will glance around him to make sure no one else is watching and then just lift you into the most earth shatteringly wonderful hug

Puts you down after a few seconds and returns to whatever he was doing without a word. You grew used to this eventually

So protective. Like wont even let you walk on the side of the sidewalk thats closer to the road. Puts himself between you and any dangers

You will be his passenger princess. There is no way he lets you drive sorry thats his job, he looks damn good doing it so you dont mind

(holds your hand over the center console)

Big on acts of service. Does little domestic things for you like folds your laundry while you take a nap and offers to cook dinner every other day

Stares at you when you sleep. He thinks you look so angelic and peaceful and it makes him feel all warm inside but he’s definitely scared the shit out of you a few times

Not a fan of going out a lot. He’s a homebody when he’s not in the field

The best listener!!! He will offer advice when you ask for it or will just lend you sympathy when you don’t want advice

He does have his moments where he needs his space, and if you try to push him he can get mean

After he’s recharged and feeling back to normal he is touch. starved.

Likes to spoon, likes to watch movies with you in between his legs and laying on his chest, likes standing behind you while you are doing anything and just holding your hips

He always buries his face in your neck and just breathes deep. Could drown in your scent and be happy

It takes him awhile to remove his mask freely around you because its a feeling of vulnerability that just gnaws at him

He warms up to it over time and you see his face more and more often. Loves that you act the same either way

He has dimples (fist fight me if you disagree)

He can grow a killer beard, but trims it based on your preference because he doesn’t care either way

Very thoughtful with gifts and always remembers your birthday (sometimes forgets his own)

Knows your order for every restaurant and will make sure its correct and if its not he IS letting them know. How dare they

Literally mocks whatever accent you have constantly. Playfully but he’s brutal

If you are being stubborn he is not against just picking you up and slinging you across his shoulder

Sleeps like a rock this one

Likes to watch sports on tv and catches himself cheering his team on and then gets embarrassed (its so fucking cute)

If his mask is off and he sees any exposed part of your skin- he’s biting

And then going about his business like he didn’t just bite you???? So weird

NSFW BELOW THIS POINT

The biting happens in the bedroom too, specifically when he cums. Your neck will have teeth marks

Switch, switch, switch

His bedroom eyes are soo severe , he just gives you a single half lidded stare and your clothes are coming off

He loves to degrade you, he doesn’t talk a lot but when he does he is telling you how pathetic you look crying on his cock

Loves to be degraded too :) Whines if you call him pussy drunk (because he is)

A little rough but king of aftercare

Loves watching you come undone on his fingers. Has a thing for wearing his gloves when he fingers you

OVERSTIMULATION thats all

Against the wall is a specialty of Simons

Grunts a lot, growls sometimes when he is close

You go down on him and he sometimes lets go and moans

Always returns the favor

Doesn’t do quickies or risky places

Will do about anything else

[flowery-language]

𓆩♡𓆪 STAY AWAY. Loser! Ellie Williams headcanons

a/n : I am struggling to start writing and stop procrastinating on writing the series I am working on so have some quick Ellie head canons while you wait also loser!Ellie is just regular Ellie and y’all aren’t ready for that conversation also it isn’t much sorry I’ve been struggling with procrastinating on writing got to put something out for the mean time

Inspired by seriously go read theirs @cowgirlcherrie and my one of my close friends mannerisms

Warnings/content: 18+ mentions of sex mostly fluff and also Ellie is a loser and cursing fingering!receiving masturbating and mentions of face riding

ੈ✩‧₊˚ you met loser!Ellie in Highschool and you bonded your intense overwhelming hatred for the people at your school over how much you hated everyone else here and that your the only person she could tolerate

“Everyone here are fucking npc’s with no capacity for thinking for themselves”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Loser!Ellie definitely owns a women love me fish fear me shirt that she started wearing ironically until it wasn’t anymore

ੈ✩‧₊˚ she always had to make jokes about her nonexistent dick much to your annoyance she has the humor of twelve year old boy

“How about you suck 15 inch cock”

“You don’t have one” you exclaimed

“Fuck you mean women literally beg me to see it”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ loser!Ellie unironically loves family guy and American guy and and fucking loves Rick and Morty and Bojack horseman

“I know I am a lesbian but I would fuck rick Sanchez no questions asked”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ you and loser!Ellie bonded over your intense overwhelming hatred for chase Atlantic

“They sound like they are fucking singing in cursive”

“I know right thank you someone gets it”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ loser!ellie has the music taste of someone’s father and she is very unapologetic about it she listens to Radiohead, nirvana, slipknot, the cure and the Beatles. etc

“ you should listen to the cure”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ loser!Ellie got into an argument once with you because you said you liked Saturn more than Jupiter

“Jupiter or Saturn pick one”

“Uh—Saturn”

“Jupiter is fucking better”

“No it’s not I like Saturn better”

“You only like Saturn because it’s fucking pretty”

“No I don’t”

“Yes you fucking do”

“Whatever”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ loser!Ellie cannot flirt with women for shit she just infodumps to them and hopes her info would get them to like her and wanna be with her and she is lucky that she is attractive enough to pull it off

ੈ✩‧₊˚ when loser!Ellie started to develop a crush on you she would do favours and constantly try to impress you she once took you to skater park to show you the tricks she was learning she ended up falling flat on her face because she was too busy staring into your eyes and she had the biggest blush on her face when you laughed at her for it.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ By the time Loser!Ellie developed feelings for you she would go above and beyond because suddenly the concept of helping others was completely uninteresting until it was you you got your heart shattered by another girl and all she could think of is that she would never treat you that way ever.

“It’s just that I wished that she didn’t string me along for a month and actually rejected me instead of telling me she liked me back when she didn’t”

“I swear when I see that fucker in my line of vision it won’t be pretty you deserve better than her anyway you were out of her league”

“Honestly I am starting to think maybe it’s because I am not attractive enough for girls to want me”

“Don’t fucking say that you were out of her league you will find someone who treats you so good ”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ loser!Ellie always wants you to try smoking weed with her even though you very much didn’t like taking drugs or being high it’s mostly because you make her so nervous and if she was high with you she could maybe try to flirt with you without fumbling her words and not looking you in the eye.

“Come on try it for me it feels really good I promise”

“Yeah no thanks Ellie”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ she knew that she couldn’t keep this to herself anymore she wanted you and Every time you tried to date someone else it made her genuinely sick to her stomach.

“ oh fuck saying this shit isn’t easy but I gotta say it I like you okay I really really do”

“Your fucking with me right now if your joking Ellie it’s not funny”

“I am not joking I fucking do okay”

“Wait your not”

“Of course I am not”

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ NSFW section

ੈ✩‧₊˚ you are always the first person she thinks of when she gets high late at night she has to resist the urge to call you over her hand in her boxers.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Loser!Ellie has a happy trail.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ she loves it when you ride her face and not just hovering she wants you to sit on it at first you were really nervous and insecure but she was a having the time of her life and Everytime you do hover she would beg you sit properly

“Babe please just sit stop fucking hovering”

ੈ✩‧₊˚she loves it when you ride her thighs she loves the sensory experience of you riding it and when you ride her fingers she always wishes to be inside you and feel it when you ride it

ੈ✩‧₊˚ she is obsessed with you wearing her clothes especially her boxers she loves giving them to you

“You’re gonna run out of boxers to wear if you keep this up”

“I don’t fucking care”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ she loves you to death and will not hesitate to show it off she always loves mentioning you much to literally everyone’s annoyance.

“My girl is getting a PHD is so smart”

“This reminds me my girlfriend really loves these flowers I gotta get them”

[spiderrmax]

kyle broflovski & jealousy,

request: bonjour! can u do a jealous Kyle?(ty) author's note: trying some new w this post; it's a mix of headcanons + a little blurb at the end :D

Out of the main four, I feel like he is the one most likely to get jealous

A lot of his jealousy stems from insecurities; he finds himself pondering over his worth a bit and that translates into envy

He hates how jealous he gets though

He’d trust you with his life; he just doesn’t trust many other guys.

Cartman will purposely flirt with you solely to get under Kyle’s skin, and it works! Everytime.

Kyle tries not to get jealous, knowing he’s only doing exactly what Cartman wants, but he can’t help it.

You’re his! And people shouldn’t think they can just flirt with you! 

He’s typically not keen on PDA

But, has no problem wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close if someone is looking for way too long.

If you ask him about it, he won’t try to beat around it too hard. He knows relationships are based on communication, and will confide in you in his feelings.

The best thing you can do is reassure him! He gets in his head sometimes and you just need to bring him back out of it.

Not brushing over his feelings and telling him you haven’t even glanced at any other guys because you have him allows him to get over his jealousy.

Despite getting jealous more frequently, Kyle knows to trust you, and that in most cases you don’t even care for the guy he’s jealous over.

It started with your lab partner, a guy who Kyle could not care to learn the name of. The guy seemed fine at first, based on how you spoke about him, but his existence was slowly weighing Kyle down.

He constantly holds you back from leaving science, a class that Kyle and you didn't share. On most days, you'd meet him outside, walking to your next class together. Your partner's need for help left Kyle waiting in the halls, lingering as you continued to provide aid. (Although, you always perked up once you saw him and left your partner a bit abrupt; that made it worth it.)

He asked for your number and would blow it up when you two were alone. The constant vibrations a reminder of his existence, more salt in the wound. It also seemed the longer you were partners, the more confident he got. Comments that teetered on the line of platonic and romantic, lingering touches that made his face warm with anger.

Kyle despises him, and wants him to know all the resentment he feels. Instead, he bites his tongue, knowing you have to interact with him for your grade.

The feelings can only bubble for so long before Kyle breaks. It's a Friday night, and you're laying together in his bed, above the covers and procrastinating from studying. It takes him a bit to speak, words bubbling up his throat only to die once they reach his tongue. He's able to do it after the third time he thinks of the words he wants to say.

"I don't like your lab partner." He confesses, eyes starring at the glow in the dark stars on his ceiling from his childhood.

"Hm. Jeremy? He's okay." You say, turning to lay on your side in order to look at him.

"He's just. Weird. Why does he think he can touch you like that?" He grumble, face red as he admits it, finally, to you.

When you don't reply fast, he wishes he could melt into his mattress. Embarrassment is heavy on his chest, but somewhere he finds the courage to look at you. He watches as your eyebrows furrow, before realization paints itself on your face.

"Oh, I'm sorry Ky. I've said stuff to him, but he doesn't care," You admit, reaching out your hand to grab his, "Plus, he's really bad at science. He doesn't even do anything."

That pulls an amused snort from Kyle, who rubs his thumb over your knuckles.

You smile at the feeling, before admitting to him, "I'd rather have you as my partner."

Kyle grins, only able to think Take that, Jeremy. Fuck you.

[whumplump]

Day 30 of @augusnippets

Prompts used: self harm, addiction

CW: self harm, blood, graphic description, unhealthy coping, self depreciation

Under the cut because it's heavy and I don't want anyone to catch their eyes on any word that could trigger them. I put my soul into this work. Sorry it's longer than usual.

Whumpee got upset that day. They didn't know if it was a bad day, or if it was just 5 bad minutes that they had been dwelling on all day, but they were upset. This pain that they felt, constantly, but erased by a smile, made them up. There was a medicine for that pain.

They got home and spent the afternoon doing nothing. Procrastinating on their cell phone. Playing with the dog. Two of the few things they still had the energy to do. When 5pm arrived, it was time to clean the house. They used a broom, vacuum cleaner and mop in every corner, removing all the dust and stains from the floor and furniture. The frustration began when they put back the rugs they took out to beat the dust outside. The room already looked filthy again. But they didn't have the strength to vacuum again, so the dirt stayed there.

After mopping, they sat on the bed waiting for the floor to dry. The desire crossed their minds. They wasted no time. They opened the wardrobe and took from a box of homemade scissors a tiny stiletto in the shape and color of a carrot. Very cute, they thought. They liked that object. Not only because of its innocent appearance, but because of the comfort it brought to them with its sharp efficiency.

They rolled down the sleeve on their right arm and pulled down the various bracelets, revealing the scars in the perfect place to cut and hide. There were still some scabs from cuts that were healing. They opened the blade and prepared themselves, both arms in the air. They hesitated for a moment. They knew that cutting themselves would hurt too much. But they knew that they would be more nervous if they didn't do it, and they would also be more angry with themselves if they were cowardly and didn't do what they are used to.

They thought, looking at the scars. They hate scars, but they love watching the gaping cuts, the leaking blood, the skin and flesh torn by the comforting blade.

They want to see the cuts open.

They brought the blade down to the arm very quickly, producing a horizontal cut across the wrist. It hurt a lot, but they couldn't give up now. They made another cut, trying to get used to it. And another. And another. And another. Dozens. The right wrist was quickly covered in scarlet. With each cut, Whumpee wanted more, wanted it to hurt more, for the knife to tear the skin and hurt even more. They kept telling themselves "just one more", but it was never the last one. They did that almost every day. They never managed to get rid of the feeling of the cuts, which wasn't good, but it wasn't bad either. They felt empty inside. Feeling that was better than feeling nothing.

When they were satisfied with the session, their wrist was devastated. An irregular sequence of horizontal cuts covered the entire wrist region, blood leaking in abundance, some stripes running down the arm. Whumpee looked at the cuts with relief and a little pride. Yes, they did that. That was something they could say they had authored and no one could deny. Only they knew how to do it, like that, on their wrist, with their stiletto. But after the trance with the pain ended, the emptiness filled their head again. They no longer felt anything. They needed more. They swore to themselves they would never do it again, but it was too good to let go. The blood! The pain!

They raised the stiletto and made many, many cuts, some straying out of the way and cutting into places accidentally, like the palm of the hand or the rest of the arm. Even though it wasn't intentional, Whumpee enjoyed the unusual pain. They couldn't say when they would stop. Maybe never. They didn't have anyone's help to say that it wasn't healthy. But it didn't matter. They were so nasty and unworthy, they didn't deserve any help.

They didn't wash the cuts, they just used a piece of paper towel to dry up the remaining blood and pulled the sleeve back up. This would definitely make the cuts dull and not heal.

Whumpee didn't care.

[telekineticseance]

NEIGHBORS

kinktober day five: sweat

pairing: doug remer x f! reader

summary: you have an attraction to your neighbor who walks his dog every day

genre: smut

word count: 2062

cw: fingering (f!receiving), unprotected sex

author's note: finished this at like midnight last night because i procrastinated so much on it

Moving to Milwaukee was one of the worst decisions you could’ve made. I mean you grew up there so deep down it was home, but when you finally moved away it was like fresh air. Only for you to be stuck moving back when you realized living in a bigger city would be too much on your own, so your parents helped you find a small rental house and helped you move back home.

The most interesting part about moving back, although you hated to admit it, was the fact that you could sit outside and watch your neighbor walk his dog every day. You didn’t know his name but around the same time every day, your neighbor from a few houses down would walk his rottweiler around the block, giving you a chance to sneak a peek at him. Sometimes he would walk him with a tank top, sometimes a baggy shirt, but most of the time because of the Summer heat, he’d walk shirtless.

Over time you started to get less secretive when you would wait for him to pass by. What started as the occasional peek through the blinds, became a sitting on your porch pretending to enjoy the fresh air.

You’d watch as he’d walk by, usually with a pair of headphones connected to a walkman as the brown curls on his hair bounced with every step. Sometimes he’d whistle so you were able to know what he was listening to but others he’d walk in silence.

You always thought about maybe going over to introduce yourself, or making it so you would have to talk to him some way or another, but mostly you just watched. But today you decided to try something different.

The temperature was pushing 100 degrees today so you decided to walk out to your yard in nothing but the smallest bikini you could find in your drawers before taking a towel and laying it on the grass, sunbathing on top.

You lie on your stomach, pretending to read a book through your sunglasses, constantly looking between the pages and your watch, checking the time anxiously.

And then, there he was. White basketball shorts that sat low on his hips, no shirt so you could see his waist. and his lower back dimples when he’d turn around. You continued to pretend to read from your book as you glanced over the pages, watching him.

It didn’t take long before he noticed you too, practically stopping in his tracks as he didn’t hide his staring. You decided to make a show of it, putting down the book before sitting up on your knees, stretching your arms as you did so.

When you opened your eyes from the stretch you suddenly saw his dog, charging full force at you making you squeal slightly before the dog jumped on you, smothering your face with dog kisses. You started to giggle as you pet the dog before your neighbor ran across the street yelling the dog’s name as he did.

“I’m sorry about him. He doesn’t really like people except for me and my roommate.” He told you, laughing as he grabbed the leash to his dog. “Oh it’s okay he’s nothing but a big sweetheart. What’s his name?”

“Mr.Yes.” He told you proudly, making you raise an eyebrow.

“Mr.Yes?”

“Long story,” He paused as the dog pulled away from you, standing next to the man’s legs before he crouched down meeting eye level with you, “I’m Remer. Well Doug Remer but everyone just calls me Remer.”

Doug Remer.

���Nice to meet you, Remer. I’m Y/N.” You introduced yourself, holding out your hand for him to take. It didn't take him long before he took your hand in his, giving it a firm shake.

“I haven't seen you around before. Are you new to the area?” He asked, looking around slightly before returning his gaze back to you.

“Milwaukee? No. The neighborhood? Yeah I just moved a couple months ago. Kind of keep to myself. After all, I do live alone.”

“Alone? No boyfriend in the picture?”

You shook your head in response, subtly playing with one of the strings on your bikini top that ties it in the front, “Nope. Just me all by myself. What about you? Girlfriend?”

Remer took his attention away from your chest, not doing the best at hiding his stare, “No just me and my roommate Coop. Not that we’re together. He’s a guy and I’m not into guys in that way.” He scoffed lightly at the end of his sentence.

“You should definitely come over some time then. Maybe we can have a drink and get to know each other?” You asked, biting your bottom lip, letting your eyes roam his torso. I mean if he could stare at you, then why couldn’t you do the same for him.

“Well if you’re free today I can finish the walk for him and then come back over. If that’s okay with you of course.” He asked, slowly standing up before you followed, standing up straight as well. “Sure that sounds great actually.”

“I’ll see you soon then.” He responded, giving you a big smile as you noticed the large gap in between his two teeth. Not that you minded it was actually cute to look at.

“See you soon.”

You watched as he turned around, the occasion glance over his shoulder as he walked away continuing his walk.

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You didn’t take long after Remer left to go inside and clean yourself up a little before changing into a pair of shorts and a tank top. Shortly after you were finished getting ready and tidying up, you heard a knock on the door.

You took one last look at yourself before you walked to the door and opened it to reveal Remer. The look of him made you freeze for just a moment. It was clear he finished the walk and headed over without even putting on a shirt. You couldn’t help but stare at the beads of sweat that rested on his chest, the way his skin glistened ever so slightly.

“Come in.” You quickly told him, trying to peel your eyes away but you found it hard to.

Remer walked past you as you shut the door behind him, “You have a pretty nice house. I like the decorations.”

You watched as Remer looked around, occasionally pausing for a moment as he looked at a different picture before shrugging and moving onto another.

“How long have you lived in Milwaukee?” You asked, moving to the couch before sitting down. Remer turned to look at you before walking over to the couch himself to sit next to you, “I grew up here. Me and Coop, my roommate, grew up being close to one another so after high school we ended up moving into our own house. Not as easy as we thought it would be though.”

“You’re telling me,” You spoke softly with a small laugh before looking at Remer again, seeing the confused look on his face, “I moved to a bigger city for a little bit before realizing it wasn’t the best and moved back here.”

“So you’re kind of like a city girl then?”

You giggled slightly, “I guess I am. Or more like was.”

He shrugged, “I for one really like city girls. Or past ones.”

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks, “Oh really?”

He nodded, a smile on his face as he looked at you. You quickly adjusted yourself on the couch slightly, grabbing the remote. “Do you wanna watch a movie or something?”

“Or something..” He mumbled under his breath but just loud enough to where you could still kind of hear him.

“What was that?” You asked, turning your attention back to him. He continued holding eye contact with you, shrugging a bit as he looked at you. “Or something.”

You watched as his hand moved slightly closer to you, causing your heart to race. It didn’t take long before you felt Remer move close to you, caressing your face before putting his lips to yours.

The beating of your heart felt like it was beating so fast that it would explode. You felt Remer’s hands run down to your waist, pulling you closer to him as the two of you kissed. His tongue ran across your lips, begging for an entrance in which you granted, allowing his tongue to roam the inside of your mouth.

You let your handles tangle themselves into Remer’s hair, the curls wrapping around your fingers, getting close enough to him so your chests were pressed against one another.

Remer leaned you back on the couch, keeping your lips attached as he hovered over you, moving his hand from your waist to your thigh, gripping it as his other hand moved to the arm of the couch above you, using it to prop himself up.

He pulled away, keeping his eyes locked on yours, “I um..did you wanna stop?”

You shook your hand, moving your own hands from his hair to his face, caressing it as you felt the stubble underneath your palms, “No I want this.”

He nodded with a small smirk before leaning down to kiss you once more, letting his hand trail up to the waistband of your shorts before giving them a small tug, pulling them down to your ankles.

His lips started to leave kisses along your inner thighs as he looked up at you, “You know something?” Remer asked before he used his hand to slide your panties to the side, using his fingers to rub at your clit.

“W-What?” You moaned out, gasping under his touch.

“I’ve seen you watching me on my walks. I just didn’t know how to talk to you.” He spoke before dipping his fingers in between your folds, making you arch your back. You felt almost embarrassed by the fact he noticed you but too overwhelmed now to have any other emotion than what was going on in the moment.

He curled his fingers causing you to arch your back slightly, letting out another moan. As Remer pulled out his fingers you let out a small whine but it didn’t last long before he soon pulled off your panties completely, quickly pulling off his shorts to reveal the lack of boxers from underneath.

You couldn’t help but look at his length, you watched him as he wiped off the bit of precum off the tip before stroking himself a few times.

He kneeled between your legs, positioning his tip along your entrance as he stroked himself a few more times, before he slid his length in. He gasped as he slid in before letting out a soft whine, the sound of him sending chills throughout you.

He started thrusting slowly and carefully, pinning your arms above your head. Your toes curled from the feeling as he continued thrusting, him pausing every few thrusts as he would hit your g spot.

“Fuck,” he whined out, putting his lips to yours once more. The two of you were moaning messes into the kiss.

You wrapped your legs around his waist as his thrusts quickened. The room started to smell from the two of you, your sweat building up with the quicker he went, your face starting to heat up as you saw Remer’s curls stick to his forehead.

His eyes were scrunched together while his mouth parted, his grip still tight on your hands above you.

“Doug I’m so close,” You breathed out, your body heat just growing more.

“Come for me.”

It didn’t take long after that before you came. Your toes curling once more, as your back arched, the feeling of his thrusts starting to slow as you came around his cock.

Remer pulled out shortly after, pulling his hand away from yours as he stroked himself a couple times. You watched as the liquid spewed from his tip, the drops landing on your stomach as they did.

Your eyes flicked from his cock to his face, seeing the way he whined, the way he shuddered as he came.

When he finished, his eyes fluttered back open as he looked at you, the sweat beads dripping down his face and body, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“That was…”

“Amazing?”

“Yeah..”

[pranzill]

Ok, so. I received an ask that I really really really wanted to asnswer but life happened and I procrastinated (a lot). Some other asks got piled after that and now I want to answer them all, but tumblr hates me and the draft I created yeaterday for the first answer was unfortunately deleted, it was 2 am and I gave up.

Dear anonymous you asked to choose a pic from my gallery and share a hc/ficlet never explored before, and here it is.

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The door in Dean's room opened, and Sam's head tentatively peeped out: "Hey."

"Hey."

Dean could tell Sam would've preferred not finding him there, from his expression, so he quickly asked, guiltily: "You came here for this? I had to put it in a matchbox cause it keeps glowing...I guess with Chuck here and all..."

He knew Sam came there to collect the amulet he now was selfishly keeping without permission.

"Yeah. Uh...it's just, I got so used to it, I panicked when I didn't feel it in my pocket, two minutes ago. Then I rembered you kept it."

"You want it back?" Dean braced for the yes that was to come.

"Back?" Sam asked, astonished. "Dude, it was never mine in the first place."

Dean's shown his surprise, but he hid it quickly, fingers twitching around the matchbox, in time with Sam's lips, which pulled up, crooked, in the attempt of a smile.

Dean casted his eyes to the floor, contrite. "I threw it away." He mumbled, as he was reasoning to himself, disbelieving.

"Mh...I remember."

Sam went to sit next to him on the edge of the bed. They stayed like that in silence for a little while, then: "I know this doesn't mean anything, y'know."

Dean shook lightly the matchbox and then opened it, letting the white light flew out, landing softly on every form, caressing them.

"I don't have to rely on this to know that you're my brother, that you'll be there for me and I, for you."

Sam nodded, waiting, captured.

"But I regretted throwing it away. The next instant, Sammy, believe me. I did it with so much spite, I guess, I just aimed to hurt you in that moment. And then I...couldn't come back from that. I know this doesn't make you feel better. Sorry doesn't even cut it."

Dean closed the amulet back in the box and the room seemed suddenly too dark.

"But you picked it up and...man, you kept it for so long that...I can't..."

"I know. We've hurt each other a lot during that time...we still do sometimes."

Dean lifted his head and watched Sam, looking desperate, as he was begging no, don't say it like that, with just his green eyes, widened. But Sam, who was just being honest and direct, ignored his silent plee:

"I'd like you to have it back. I kept it for so long, only for you in the end...I don't know, hoping something, I guess. Some day like this...Heh."

"I don't think I deserve to wear it anymore." Dean said in a heartbeat, knowing inside his bones, that was the truth.

"Then don't. You don't have to. But don't give it to me, please. You can throw it away if it's really useless now. It won't hurt this time if I know you're doing it with the right purpose. I promise."

Sam had only mercy to offer, and Dean was a coward, a penitent from hell, and just wanted to take it all, constantly fearing the lack of it.

"I could never. No, not again."

"Then just...here." Sam closed his hands over Dean's, over the tiny matchbox. "It's yours, again. Heh." Sam's nervous little laugh was becoming too recurrent and Dean stirred under his fingers, fighting the craving to kiss it away.

He averted his eyes, away from their hands, from Sam. Moving his mouth to hide his chin trembling, he said: "I remember when you gave it to me Sammy. if I think of it..."

He shook his head and looked back at their joined hands, one over the other, over the amulet, bearer of the infinite promises between them. Dean had longed for it more than once, more than once excruciatingly beating himself up for leaving it behind.

Dean took a few ragged breath, than just lost it, letting a stray pair of tears fall, no sense in keeping them secret anymore.

"I never meant to despise...what we had. We just had each other back then, you remember? That didn't change. Tell me I'm not the only one that feels like that."

Sam's response came without hesitations: "You're not the only one. Dean. You can have it, okay? Don't think otherwise, 'cause I don't. I always wanted you to have it."

"I'm not losing it again. Promise."

But he never lost the amulet in the first place. Faith. In Sam. In the two of them, against the world. Now he could see, how many times Sam had to lose himself instead, to gain Dean's faith in him back.

"Yeah, yeah. I believe you."

They stayed like that. Their heads leaning one towards the other, eating the space left between them, foreheads almost touching, hands entwined. But it was a fast beat, a flutter of eyelids and it was gone. They needed to hit the lore, now. They had a god -The God- to take care of.

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They never gave us in canon a satisfying confrontation about the amulet when Dean finds finally out that Sam had it in his pocket all that "damn time".

This ficlet is a coda to Don't call me Shurley (and I absolutely not cried rewatching A very Supernatural Christmas just yestarday, so...).

This is not really a hc I never explored before, but one I never wrote about this much before, and it's very dear to me.

What better occasion to share it than Sammy's birthday.

[onlinekitsune]

winter with them ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ༄

obey me edition, part two

a/n: happy christmas eve, if you celebrate!! i meant to post these sooner but procrastinated too much, whoops! like i said on the mysmes version, this is also somewhat of a part two of the winter dates i did a bit ago. these are just more expanded on slightly and with new ideas! i hope you enjoy!

only includes the demon brothers, sorry! + genderless reader

※*: . ｡. — lucifer

you wanted to gift lucifer another curse vinyl, knowing that he loved them. however, with the amount he had, it was hard to remember which ones he had or ones that he wanted. so instead you decided to just take him to the biggest vinyl store in the devildom, it was a bit of a journey, but it was worth it. seeing lucifer's admiration the many, many vinyls made your heart warm. and you both appreciated being alone with the other, as you returned home, he decided to repay you. before you could even step out, he grabbed your wrist, twirling you towards him. he asked you for a dance. you told him your dancing skills weren't the best. he insisted it didn't matter and that he would teach you.

※*: . ｡. — mammon

you celebrated every winter season the same, with very bad and cheesy hallmark movies. it became your own tradition, and you continued it despite being in the devildom. you cozied up in bed, scrolling through movies on your phone. it wasn't ideal to watch on your phone but, you didn't really feel like setting things up. it was just you and the bad acting on screen, until mammon had barged in. you were well used to him just walking in your room. he sat down beside you, looking over at your phone. he'd say a sly remark about the current movie but end up staying besides you to finish it. he'd rest his arm on your shoulder with his arms around you, waiting for the next one. one of the movies would totally remind him of you two, making him very sappy.

※*: . ｡. — leviathan

while lounging around in your room, you asked levi if he had ever made a fort. you weren't totally surprised to hear that he hadn't, but you decided you had to change that. you lovingly pestered him to assist you. the two of you piled up blankets and pillows, to make the perfect fort. you even decorated it with pretty string lights you had lying around. you cozied up next to leviathan, watching him play some game on some handheld console. you took turns trying to beat a new rpg game that came out until one of you fell asleep.

※*: . ｡. — satan

satan was amazed to find out that the human world has such things as cat cafes. he would mention it almost constantly, begging for you to take him. and who were you to say no? but, to his surprise you weren't just taking him to any cat cafe. you were taking him to one that also had its own library. satan was beyond excited, even if he was tame about it. he wasted no time finding some sort of detective novel and a quiet spot. you joined him after grabbing the two of you a coffee. you picked your own book, occasionally peeking up at him. the bliss on his face from having a book in his hands, a cat in his lap, and you by his side was enough to know that this was worth it.

※*: . ｡. — asmodeus

usually, it'd been asmodeus telling you about the new spas in the devildom. this time it was you to get the news first. you happily told him that you were taking him on a special surprise date. of course, he'd never decline any alone time with you. his eyes beamed with excitement as you arrived. this spa was inside an unactive volcano which is said that its water has incredible skincare benefits. the both of you luxuriated in the warm waters while applying a face mask. asmo let out a soft sigh before pulling you closer towards him. he was beyond happy to share this with you. he'd kiss you despite your whines. he didn't care to smear his face mask, nothing really mattered to him but you.

※*: . ｡. — beelzebub

after showing beelzebub episodes of cooking competitions, before he got too hungry, you got inspired to do your own cook off. you would make seasonal treats from the human world, and he'd make ones from the devildom. he agreed without any hesitation. neither of you wasted any time heading to the kitchen. you made your first dish, a simple dark chocolate mousse with bits of peppermint. beel's eyes widen as he took a bite, not hesitating to finish it. as the mousse disappeared, so did your competitiveness. it was replaced with just wanting to treat beel to various of your favorite treats. you watched in admiration as he took the time to fully taste each dish you placed in front of him.

※*: . ｡. — belphegor

belphegor had asked if you had plans in the coming days, and if you did you'd have to cancel him, you asked him what for but he wouldn't give you a specific answer, he had planned a little stargazing date to show you the winter stars of the devildom, he brought multiple blankets and even a hot chocolate for you so you'd stay warm, he'd point out the stars and constellations to you, telling you tidbits of their lore and folktale, even going as far as comparing you to the stars, i mean to him, you truly were the light of his life, through everything you stood beside him, even if (to him) he didn't at all deserve it, you give him a soft kiss, reassuring him that you'd have it no other way.

[ayayabaroque]

tanginamo hilig mo mag procrastinate kahit aabi mo mag rerelease ka ng fic nung December 20-26

POSSIBLE WARNINGS FOR THE DARK(ISH??) THEMES AHEAD???

+delusional scarapoots, he sees you as both his mother figure and a romantic(ishh) interest hahahahahaha borderline insane but same ngl

Qhat if ano

Hear me out

Genshin SAGAU but Scaramouche never met his old mortal friends etcetc...

Time travelling shit

But wait, theres more

May sense of creepiness iykwis

Darling takes care of him throughout the time Ei supposedly abandoned him, but aftr he becomes a harbinger you suddenly leave for no reaspn

He misses you and hes mad at u for leaving him

Imagine the shock when he finds out that you returned.

Or, an impostor of per se

in the attempt to make the so-called 'God' he worships as of now, he k-words the 'impostor' (which is u btw and now you hate him since you're a vengeful person and by you i mean me)

Oh the horror he has on his face when he saw your gold blood seeping through your lifeless body.

He's constantly hearing a faint ringing in his head telling him—

"Sinner. Sinner. Sinner. SINNER."

In the desperate attempt to cling on to whatever life you had, he hugged your — now dead — form tightly, while pressing his cheek against yours for any source of warmth.

"Your Grace, please don't forsake me, for I have sinned against you—

...

"Please Your Grace, wake up!

...

"If you so wish to torment and torture me so be it! Just please, wake up!

...

"I-I won't do it again, I promise— I'll murder the true impostor at your command, please—

...

"I understand I am a disappointment, but please don't leave me! You're—

...all that I have.

"Mother...

My mother... You...

You are my true... mother, not Ei, not anyone, only you.

You are special to me.

You won't leave me too, right mother?"

Scaramouche coddles your dead, rotting corpse closer, rocking bad and forth as it settles in his mind that you're dead now. You're gone.

He doesn't accept the fact you're gone rather, he stares at you lovingly, kissing you endlessly as if you were under a curse.

He's aware of what he's done, he chooses not to face it. He didn't sin against you, he was with you here right now. He didn't kill you, you're in his arms, looking at him lovingly and with care. He wasn't the reason you died, in fact, you didn't die at all!

"My creator, my life, my darling, let us go home.

I shall patch up your wounds immediately.

After that, I shall lay with you in bed, seeking your warmth as I always have.

As I always would.

And as I ever will be."

As he fulfills his promise of murdering the impostor at your absent command, he is expectant of praise from a cold, rotting corpse.

"Oh mother...

Please tell me I've done you good.

Please, praise me again and tell me you won't leave me.

That I am your good boy.

No one else's.

Yours.

Mother.

My love.

You will always be."

i fucking wrote this at 12:55 i havent inhaled much sleep so fuck u if you laugh at this

Sincerely, Prince

btw wheres my christmas gift i asked for genesis crystals and you gave me a fuckcij rubber duck./lh/j

i dont want whatever the fuck you're on Prince stop writing your creepy ideas at midnight adik ka ba Prince? I'm also sorry I haven't been writing a lot, I promise I'll post the shit in my drafts soon. Much love and whatever else is left of me, Niecass. p.s: You're not getting another Christmas gift. The rubber duck gift set for children is all that I can afford.

[krikeymate]

Yess! Thank you for the delicious angst. I feel like we need so,e Tara hurt and comfort after the attack with Sam panicking holding Tara’s hand in the back of the ambulance, the video of the attack going viral. Core four at the hospital. Kirby adapting into her angry protective form and tracking down the assholes who did this, Gale going out her way to cover up the video of tara getting hurt, protecting Tara and Sam and preventing her traumatic moment constantly in her face.

Part 1.

They take Tara away. Sam begs them not to, but the police officer holds her back. It makes her panic, she begins to struggle in his grip, and one of the paramedics makes him let go. She still won't let her see her sister, standing in Sam's way and putting her hands on her shoulders. She tells her to calm down and to breathe, but how can she breathe if she doesn't know if Tara is alright?

Sam doesn't calm down, and the paramedic shares a nod with the officer, then there's a hand on her back and a prick on her arm, and then things begin to feel a little blurry. She sags forward, legs unstable, and the officer hurries forward to grab her under her arms.

"It's going to be alright ma'am," he reassures her, "your sister is in good hands." He sounds young, naive, like the world hasn't broken him yet. "I'm sorry about all this, but we just need you to calm down. You were getting in the paramedics' way. I'm gonna sit you down in the back of my car here, and we'll wait for you to calm down a bit, and then we'll take your statement, yeah? Then I'll take you straight up to see your sister, how's that sound?"

"Fuck you," Sam mutters, scowling. The officer doesn't take it to heart, giving a cheery "alrighty then," and helping her to the backseat of the squad car.

~

They didn't get what they wanted. There was no confession, they didn't even have a chance to fight back and make themselves look bad. It was pathetic really, maybe they shouldn't have gone in so hard. They should have thought about it really. The footage just makes them out to be the aggressors, the bad guys, harassing and attacking two girls. This won't get them what they want. Some of his brothers and sisters are already expressing doubts. They're weak-willed, convinced by a few fake tears. He'll need to remind them of what they've done.

They thought they could get a confession from the little sister, but it's clear she's been brainwashed, she'll never say a word against her sister. Or maybe she's scared, maybe the others are right, maybe all they need to do is get her away from her. Then the truth can be revealed.

~

Someone leaks the footage, too disturbed by what they saw. This wasn't what they signed up for.

~

Gale's just settled down for a long night of editing when the video crosses her feed (she wasn't procrastinating... just, taking a break). Her phone is in her hands within seconds of it starting, ringing and ringing and going straight to voicemail. She can't get hold of either of the girls. The twins it is.

They say they're on their way to the hospital, they don't know what happened, just that Sam called them from the back of a police car, asked them to meet her there.

Gale tells her that she'll join them. She calls Kirby on the way.

~

Sam doesn't explain anything to the crowd of her family, leaving an overwhelmed police offer behind. He'd only wanted to check on the girl, to make sure she was ok. He was new to the job, fresh out of the academy when things went down a month ago. It stuck with him. Now Detective Reed is grilling him. She's more than a foot shorter, and so much more terrifying than anyone he's come across.

~

While Sam's been stuck narrating the events for a statement, Tara's been in surgery. She had internal bleeding, the doctor tells her, but that it's all been fixed and she'll be right as rain. Oh, and also she has a grade 3 concussion. She'll probably be confused, he says. She may even have some memory loss, he says. He says a lot of things, but Sam can't focus on any of it, too busy taking in the sight of her baby sister, battered and bruised on the hospital bed, through the window.

He finally stops talking and Sam gets to enter the dark room. The blinds are drawn, and she's careful to shut the door quietly, despite her urgent need to be at her side.

"Hey," Sam whispers, pulling up a chair and perching on the edge. She takes Tara's hand, watches as her head flops on the pillow towards her.

"Sammy," she murmurs, smiling tiredly at her. "Missed you."

"I missed you too, sweetheart," Sam replies, her heart breaking in two. She lifts her free hand to Tara's face, to stroke along her cheek, and push her hair behind her ear, desperate to provide any small pieces of comfort she can. "How are you feeling?" It feels like a stupid question.

"Mmm ok," she mumbles, "sore. Better now that you're here."

"I am here, I'm sorry it took so long babygirl, I wanted to be here."

"I know."

Tara's eyes are beginning to droop, her blinks becoming longer. "You can sleep sweetheart, I'll be right here, no one is going to get to you, I promise."

"I know."

[orchestratedemotion]

1, 15, 17 (sorry if 1's a cop out, i want the other two haha!) <3

What are 3 things that shaped you into who you are?

Being the only child of older parents. My upbringing was so different to that of my peers, and I'm a very different person because of it.

Being put in front of a piano aged 7 and encouraged. Though I didn't pursue it professionally for a handful of reasons, music is such a defining thread of my life. I trained in 3 instruments semi-professionally, and can play another 5 or so in varying degrees from passably to awfully. I'll go to any concert I can get tickets to, I'll watch movies just to listen to them, I'm addicted to making playlists, if I'm not actively talking there's usually music playing somewhere... and yes I will judge people on their music taste. Oops.

Being pushed into a 'gifted' program at school... and not necessarily in the way you'd expect. It was only halfway through a degree I'd been pushed into that I realised I was well down a path that was someone else's dream and not my own. I've grown so much from constantly fighting perfectionism and procrastination, and learning how to be a "normal" person again, with normal interests and expectations of a normal life, and finding what makes *me* happy.

15. What do you think of when you hear the word home?

Sometimes I think that when you live a long way from family, "home" is wherever you're not. When I'm in the city and I talk about going home, I'm talking about flying the 1,000 miles home to my hometown, my parents and my cats. When I'm there and talking about home, I mean the city where I've built a life I love. Aside from that, home is the safe space you've curated for your own rest and happiness.

17. What are 3 things that make you happy?

Is it cheating to use music again? Fine, I'll get specific - the orchestra tuning before a concert. Nothing will beat the chills I got waiting for the first concert after lockdown. I'd moved to the city to be near more music just a month before Covid started. I lost a whole year of the musical joy I so desired. I'm emotional just thinking about it.

Walking down the aerobridge to get on a flight to somewhere you've always dreamed of going. I always have 3 or 4 "dream" trips on the backburner. We're so isolated here in Australia that whenever I go to a new or favourite country it's such a big deal. I've just started planning my next UK trip and it's the only thing keeping me sane until F1 is back!

Having friends who just *get it*. Your neuroses, obsessions, favourite DILFS, that one embarrassing thing you did 13 years ago. As a single girly I'd be lost without them! Oh, and cats.

[geeksauruse]

Hello! My names Violet and I’d like a matchup for the 2012 tmnt brothers please! If not just ignore this lol

I’m 5’2 ½, I’m hourglass shaped with a lil chub so I wear baggier clothes and really prefur being covered up. I have shoulder length brown curly/wavy hair and Hazel eyes that appear brown but in the sun look gold and green (I really like my eyes lol) I typically war sneakers of some sort or work boots because I’m a busy person and even on my down time I’m moving so I don’t have time to let my feet hurt from heels n such even though I love dressing up.

I’m intelligent and usually always reading something, I can be very quiet but can make good conversation. I’m an INFJ so I’m very in tune to others around me. I’m extremely loyal to a fault and would do absolutely anything to the person I give my loyalty to. I love to bake and cook and even like to clean when I’m able to listen to music, cleaning is calming for me and lets me unwind with out feeling like I should be doing something. I’m the eldest daughter of six siblings so I have my fair share of responsibility and I take it in stride. I’m always helping and taking care of someone, I love that part of my responsibility because I’m a very motherly person. I have strong maternal instincts which leads me to befriend people who could be considered outcasts.

I can also be very stubborn and I struggle with depression, and anxiety. I have trust and abandonment issues which leads me to follow people around and be a bit clingy. I have a strong imagination which pulls me inside my own head a lot. I tend to be more involved with whats going on inside then whats happening in real life.

I really look for someone who has a sense of loyalty like my own, someone who would be ok with me being around a lot and being a bit clingy. I also want someone who has a sense of humor to: 1, help me out of depressive episodes, and 2, banter with me, I can be slightly sarcastic and love some good banter. I also want someone kind and empathetic, to match my own motherly instincts

I dislike people who are rude and mean for no reason and who are constantly looking for a fight. A big deal breaker for me is someone telling me what to do and not letting me make my own choices. I need someone to support me, not control me.

My hobbies are: Reading, Writing, listening to music, watching game plays (Mainly horror like fnaf), watching some tv mainly historical fiction or horror, art, like drawing, watercolors, that stuff, I also adore the forest and space so I’m always researching some plant or planet. I’m taking forensic science and psychology in school right now so whoever I get better be ready to listen to me rant about not only all of this but also new things I’ve learned lol

Bro I am so sorry this took so long and you were so patiently waiting for me to stop procrastinating( or you forget than I am sorry any way.)

Any way I would match you up with…

The lovable nerd Donnie!

Donnie would be you lover for several reasons, but let’s start off on how y’all met.

You were walking back to your house from the library with a fresh stack of books that looked interesting.

It was getting darker out as the sun began to set and night  began and an unsettling quite set in for the usually noisy city of New York 

As you walked though a quite steer you heard something, it was muffled but sounded like voices.

Against your better judgment you crept closer to the voices only to see what you thought was green, three fingered, turtle aliens.

They were talking about a recent robbery by the local gang “ the purple dragons”

You had crept a little to close and you slipped on a peice of loose paper falling flat in front of the massive creatures.

In an attempt to get up quickly to hit your head on the back of a pole that was sticking out of the dumpster.

Que Donnie hurriedly walking over to you to see what damage had been done, lucky for you not much you were just kinda out of it. The fists thing you noticed aside from him being not human were his beautiful eyes, the ones that looked almost identical to yours.

You are so out of it that you just said “ you have beautiful eyes” as he checked your pulse.

You were fine but had to promise that you would keep them a secret. 

You had no problem with this as the turtles began to come around more often to see you, and after a few weeks of gaining trust,you were introduced to spinster and the lair.

After your eye comment, you and Donnie became almost instant friends and you bonded over your shared thirst for knowledge and your intellects.

He loves seeing what you read so he can get new books for you and suggest books that he thinks you would like.

Wants you to cook for him since you have an interest in it, he also likes to listen to you about your many skills.

Thinks your amazing for being able to have so many skills and he fully loves that you like horrer games( he waters a lot of game play through.

Loves listing to you rant about what you passionate about, staters learning more about phycology even though he is also pretty in tune with people as well.

When he developed feeelings, it’s going to be an entire thing.

He starts giving more information on plants, space and he even started to save cool documentaries he thinks your going to like

When he confessed to you it’s going to be so sweet and messy, he expressed that he really only liked you and he would remain loyal till the end. 

When you started dating he started rotting to work up your confidence and wanted to help on your anxiety and depression episodes.

Knows how to help and did a bit of extra research just in case.

He wanted to help you I all the ways!

Insecure in the new outfit? He’s there to tell you how beautiful your curvy body is!

Are you upset an overwhelmed with sad and anxiety fill thoughts? He’s there with a new movie and blankets.

No matter what, he is there to support you

And make sure that you know you are loved for who you are no matter how big you are. 

He’s a snarky little boy so get ready for the sarcasm that comes with this relationship.

Does not mind you being clingy at all, to be honest it brings him out of his work Brain and into his loved ones Brain that can rest.

What’s to make all your inner world dreams come true and spends time making you personalised gifts to fit your wonderful imagination.

Donnie loves you lots and is ready to be there and stay there for however long you will have him.

“ I’m not going anywhere dove, I love you with every fiber and bone in my body.”

                                 💜💜💜💜

Hope you like it, have a good day!

[hawkesque]

Get to know you game! Answer the questions and tag 9 people you want to know better.

tagged by my beloved @theloopus thank you for giving me an excuse to procrastinate my readings <3

under the cut :)

Last song listened to: spotify says it was Anyone's Ghost by The National but i currently have that + several other songs stuck in my head so its like i'm listening to them all at once constantly. shout out to Back to the Old House, Fun, Fun, Fun, and Depression! Despair!, a lineup which may tell you exactly how my brain is functioning at present

Currently reading: i am getting through We Set The Night On Fire: Igniting The Gay Revolution by Martha Shelley extreeeeemly slowly because i am currently inundated with class readings. turns out when you take a class on theory you have to read a lot of dense theory. who knew. its been a good book so far though i can't wait to continue reading one page of it per week

Currently watching: nothing in particular :(! i just finished Fellow Travelers last week (bawled) and as usual i go back and watch episodes of MASH every so often, but there's nothing i'm actively watching, per say. i keep meaning to either rewatch DS9 or restart/subsequently catch up with Lower Decks but. well you know. the horrors (college)

Currently obsessed with: i will be so real i am in an awful nihilistic period and/or depressive episode at the moment so the answer is nothing. i am still rotating MASH in my mind quite often, uhhh thinking about star trek/quantum leap/scifi in general bc its been too long since i really engaged with it (my favorite genre ever), i've been enjoying my human osteology and geoarcheaology classes...? thats it. el oh el

tag 9 people agghhh sorry feel free to not do this (or to do it if i didn't tag you): @amrv-5 @mashbrainrot @honey--wraith @nedlittle @saltseashark @ds9mp4 @remyfire ahhh im running out of people who can be tagged LOL we'll call it at 7

[spookyserenades]

I’m not much of a commenter (which is super hypocritical since receiving comments is my kryptonite lol), but I just felt like I needed to. I cannot describe how much I enjoy your work; I’m absolutely floored by the sheer word counts you dash out so consistently. Nothing ever feels choppy, and the scenes flow nicely into each other! Your funny moments are funny, your sad ones are crushing, and everything else in between is iconic.

I guess I was wondering just how you manage to stay so consistent? I write chapters that usually range between 13-17k myself, but I can’t seem to stick with a consistent updating schedule. How often do you write? Do you sit down daily and write just a little, or do you sit down occasionally but manage a few k each time?

Also, I cannot stress this enough how natural everyone’s relationship in Trouvaille is. I feel like it’s realistic that none of the boys would be immediately too keen with the mc but that they also wouldn’t stay distant forever? It felt special being able to gradually read about their developments, and I feel like once the mc gets with more of the boys eventually, it’ll be so rewarding? Idk, but I just cannot wait. The latest chapter ending scene with Jin has me so on edge; I can sense the angst from here—

Regardless, (and sorry for my rambling) I love your work!

—M

Hellooo love! I'm so happy to hear from you, thank you fro reading Trouvaille and sending me some love, I'm glad to have you here 🥺💕

Thank you for your sincere compliments, too 😭❤️ I haven't had someone mention the length of the chapters in a while-- they're big bois!! The last two chapters have been a bit shorter, but sometimes you say all that you need to without necessarily hitting the original wc estimate. I'm so happy to hear that the flow is smooth, and that you're enjoying the humorous moments (loveeee sneaking in things my mom have said before, her one-liners kill!) and I'm eeeeee you're too sweet thank you thank you 😭💕

As for consistency! I love this question, because I might have pulled the wool over your eyes. I started writing Trouvaille summer of 2022, and wrote up to Chapter 6 before I ever began posting on Tumblr. Between July 2022 - July 2023 I had chapters on "reserve" so really I'd just edit them before posting them.... Now, not so much the case. I write each chapter (since 8) each month, which admittedly can be a bit stressful, but it honestly forces me to write consistently and constantly. I think that can be a potentially good thing for writers who struggle to actually put pen to paper, having a "deadline" monthly, but every writer is different!

Additionally, I'm not the best person to ask about writing schedules,,, unfortunately I am a procrastinator so OFTEN I binge-write for hours on end. I recommend setting aside an hour or two a day to write if time allows you to do so, rather than type nonstop for 8 hours the day before an update LMAO!! I definitely want to become the writer that does bit by bit every day to cut down on the stress. I also want to say that once I stopped pressuring myself to make EVERY update 20k+words, things flowed a little more easily. It's better to have a shorter update that's concise and has everything you want to say, rather than bulking it up with filler.

Thank you so so much for loving all of the character's relationships so far, too 🥺 I know slow burn isn't for everyone, but it always felt more natural for me to write the hybrids as slow-to-trust, considering the world they live in in Trouvaille. I agree with you, when everyone starts to grow closer and closer over time, the sweet moments will seem even sweeter after all of the angst and growing 💕

Thank you again for reading, M, and I'm sending you so much love (and energy to keep on writing!!)

[sapphic-scylla]

To all the people that watch neurodivergency from the outside perspective…

We know you watch. We know you see us struggle. We know you judge us silently from your easy-to-live life. We know. And we also want you to know this too.

We don’t like it either. I don’t want to be procrastinating my life away while I wait for life to get easier for me to be able to function. I want to be able to swallow the crushing anxiety of living a life that didn’t account for me. I want to fight back. I want to not forget the easiest things. I want to have a regular sleep schedule. I want to have the motivation to push my life forward. I want all of these things so deeply that I cry constantly watching my inability to do these things from inside my body, screaming at myself to go do them.

I am sorry that I am like this. I truly wish that I wasn’t like this. I am the shell of a person that was yelled at for decades for things that I tried to control but could not. Yelled at for being stupid when I literally could not focus in a lecture. Yelled at for not turning in assignments when I kept misplacing things or forgetting when they were due. Punished for bad grades when it wasn’t based on my intelligence, but how good I was at listening to and following directions.

We do not mean to be like this, we swear. So, please be patient with us.

Truly sincerely,

The Neurodivergent Crowd