#he just needs a hug and a good cry and some therapy

[loopyn3]

Great God Grove spoilers/character discussion ahead!

And some spoiler-y doodles

About Hector because of course it’s about him.

His entire arc is just so melancholic and tragic,

If I may, I’ve been taking a sort of deeper look into his mental goop so-to-speak, and I feel like his jealousy/anger surrounding King can be read in a lot of different contexts. It almost seems like it didn’t stop at simply King being the hot new thing and him being nervous he’d lose his place, but more so the idea that King didn’t have to change all that much about herself to be as deified as she seems. From what we know she’s very confident with herself, her God form even being pretty faithful to how she looks as a human(mentioned in the art book which you should totally go buy, it’s so lovely seeing all the concept art and the commentary is such a treat :]).

Meanwhile it’s kind of implied that Hector really had to claw his way up the spire, working tirelessly to help people, yes, but also to earn his place amongst the gods. He’s stressed out of his mind, he’s always working- I really can’t imagine he was all that stable to begin with in terms of self-identity/worth.

Plus, most if not all his relationships seem to be tied to this one purpose. I can’t imagine the thought of “if I fail I won’t have anything or anybody to go back to.” hasn’t crossed his mind AT LEAST once.

I reblogged a post showing screenshots of Robart and Peeps talking about how, as a human, he tended to act concerningly selflessly, almost seeming desperate. That really doesn’t come across as a normal reaction to just wanting to do good by people, at least not in a ‘normal’ capacity.

Hector, to me at least, comes across as a very self-critical guy. He’s always striving to do good by others… but also to be praised and adored by them. I can only imagine after so many years of toiling away, feeling that pressure building more and more to do well, spending years of his life hoping that he’ll be voted in that he’s sort of lost a piece of himself to this whole process? Something something ship of Theseus.

There’s this thing that happens when a project consumes your life, when it almost seems like your entire life’s purpose is built around this one thing that, once it’s done, it really doesn’t feel like you’ve accomplished anything. What’s left is this sort of numb emptiness, the absence of said purpose.

What are you supposed to do, then? Now that it’s over? Is there anything left for you to do?

Did you even have a purpose in the first place?

So you desperately grasp for new projects, trying to find anything to fill that ever present void that just seems to never go away no matter how many sleepless nights you spend working and working and working-

Or maybe I’m reading too deep into it teehee

Point is, Hector is just so important he is my reason to wake up in the morning he means so much to me asjfkkfksfc ;;;;;

[quantum1mmortality]

Im so glad you're writing for Curly bc I'm so obsessed with him rn!! May I suggest (if you haven't done them already) some soft/fluffy post burn hcs? Like finally seing him again after a long drive to the hospital, mentally preparing yourself for what he might look like. Curly being so afraid about how you'd react, and just breaking down when you let out an "oh, Curly :(" and softly place a hand on his cheek, so worried that you might hurt him by accident that it's hardly even a touch at all. Curly leaning his cheek into your palm, having been so scared to see you and now so desperate for your touch.

Life returning to a new normal after a while, prosthetics and PT, skin grafts, so on. Lying in bed with him and being so relived and happy when he gets a spark of mischief like he used to and tries to tickle or play wrestle with you. Him quietly asking questions when the laughter dies down. if you missed his lips, or the blond hair you loved so much that now hardly grew at all. Reassuring him that it didn't matter what he looked like, or what he could and could not do anymore. He's still your curly.

Sorry this turned out so long 😭 I can't get him out of my head!

I LOVE what you wrote 🙏🙏 I'll be going off of these, taking bits and pieces of your hcs and then putting them in here. Overall just gonna be fluffy post crash Curly hcs :)

Of topic, but the way some people in this fandom treat post crash curly makes me nauseous. Finding out that some of you wouldn't treat him like I would makes me wanna cry. Maybe I'm too empathetic or maybe I'm a baby back bitch, either way, I'd care for this man so much. Y'all don't understand how much I love him.

Tw/cw; none!! One curse word but that's literally it (I think)

Not proofread

Extremely sensitive to touch for the first few weeks. I feel as though curly would be in incredible pain, but would try his best to keep your hands touching his cheeks, face, body in general. He'd even go as far as to whimper at how bad it hurt, yet still enduring it because he needed to know you still loved him.

He'd be so happy to see you anytime you were around. Just like pre crash, but it was more special. It got to the point where you would take off work for weeks at a time just to be with him, just so you could see him happy.

After the first two months of agonizing pain, you'd start touching him more. Not sexual, obviously, but just getting more physically affectionate. You'd be able to hug and kiss him goodbye, and hold on to his arm as you talked with him.

Speaking of talking, he wouldn't be able to, so you would talk for him. Basically telling him something, then answering any questions he may or may not have. You've known him long enough, you know how he'd react and question things, so it was practically a no brainer for you.

Now that he doesn't feel as much pain as he used to from your touches, you'd begin sleeping with him. NOT SEXUAL!!! Just cuddling up next to him in the hospital bed, laying your head on his shoulders and kissing him goodnight. Just like how you used to.

Eventually he'd start getting prosthetics, and aside from the physical therapy he's usually getting, you'd bring board games and playing cards so he could learn to use his new hands while still spending time with you.

Curly used to kick your ass in uno and honestly he still does. The trembling in his hands would slowly go away over time, and you were helping him with that much more than his physical therapist was; because at least he wanted to actually be around you.

After months and months, he'd finally be ready to take home. New prosthetics and a bunch of skin graft surgeries later, he's in good condition again. Not perfect in his eyes, but it is in yours.

He wouldn't be able to work, but Pony Express sends him checks as if he was. He gets enough from them, you could quit your job, but you don't want to be dependent on them. So you keep working.

Getting home from work is your favorite part of the day, having Curly be so happy to see you makes everything so worth it.

Your home life goes back to normal with a few exceptions, but nothing too drastic. Curly being in a wheelchair and still not being able to speak, but it's nothing you can't handle. You love him, you're willing to make sacrifices. He'd do the same for you, and you know that.

Bonus content; if you guys were married before the crash, once he got his prosthetic hands, he'd have you help him make a little beaded necklace for his ring to go on; that way he could still wear it :) he'd never take the necklace off once it's done

A/N; I've been pretty busy recently so sorry for the delay on requests; I have a lot of ideas for them though so hopefully they'll be out soon

[mrsparrasblog]

I just listened to "My Tears Ricochet" and had an idea.

TW: Angst *laughs in free therapy*

So, imagine the boys need to fake their deaths. How macabre it is that they attend their own funerals, wanting to watch their loved ones. (These are standalone scenarios they don't fake their death together)

Price: You were his wife for all these years, always waiting for him to return. The funny thing was you could clearly remember the last argument before he left.

"Love, just one more tour, and I'm coming back to you. Then we can start a family and all that, but the boys need me."

"It's always the last tour with you. When is it really the last?"

"This time, I promise."

To some extent, he was right. You thought it was his last tour, but it wasn’t fair. You knew it was over when you got the call from General Shepard. Your husband was dead. You lost the love of your life, and all you got were his dog tags and a check large enough to end world hunger. You slapped your friend after she said at least you were financially secure now.

Price watched you from behind a tree. He saw how you clung to his grave, hugging it tightly and lying on it as you always used to with him. Your dress was dirty, and the tears wouldn’t come anymore.

When Laswell and Nik approached you, you screamed at them, blaming them for not protecting your husband. You trusted them, and now you couldn't bear to let anyone else near his grave. John wished he could comfort you, tell you he would come back to protect you, but he couldn’t. Instead, he sent Simon, who endured all your insults, screams, and even a punch to his crooked nose until you were ready to move on.

Kyle: You and Kyle were born on the same day, in the same room, in the same hospital. It was like a movie; he was your best friend since forever, your first everything, and you were his. It was a love like in all those movies. The only thing separating you was the military, but you stayed home waiting for him. Not even war could separate you. Last year, he brought you that ring. You remember lying in bed, cuddling him as he promised you that you were allowed to die first. He knew you wouldn’t survive his death. So he made the silly promise that you would die first. He thought it was the first promise he ever broke to you.

Kyle had to be held back when he saw you crying at his grave. “Guess I’ll find you in the next one, love. Sleep well.”

Ghost: He was never good at love, and he was sure no one would come to his funeral. No one knew "Ghost," and Simon Riley had been buried since 2009. But then he saw you, the cute medic he always tried to push away. He was afraid of hurting you or corrupting you. How could he have known that pushing you away wouldn’t stop you from loving a dead man?

All the conversations came flooding back:

"Here, Lt. I made you red velvet cookies, your favorite."

"You're going to sit down and let me fix that, idiot."

"You're beautiful, Ghost."

"You're enough."

"It's kind of silly to be in love with someone whose name you didn’t even know. I hope you find your peace, big boy." You placed lilies on his grave and left. In that moment, Simon Riley realized he was loved, and he would burn the world down to come back from the dead just to return to you.

Johnny: Contrary to popular belief among the team, Johnny wasn’t a whore. He was a loving husband and father. That was written above "Sergeant" on his grave, at least.

His funeral was crowded with people who wanted to pay their last respects. Most of them were blue-eyed MacTavishes. Then there was you, holding your three-year-old in your arms. He didn’t understand why everyone was crying or why Dad wasn’t there anymore.

Johnny watched you sit at his grave, sighing as you talked to your husband. "James doesn’t understand what’s going on, but he misses you. He wanted me to give him a mohawk. It looks ridiculous, just like you. I know you’re rocking it in heaven. Just please wait for me, okay? Don’t want you to hoe around in heaven," you chuckled, holding back the tears. "You watch us from there, right? Can’t miss the birth of your princess, can you?"

[solarspirit]

How They Comfort You

(luffy, nami, sanji, zoro, usopp)

with the east blue five because i miss pre time skip one piece

edit: over 300 likes?! tysm i didnt think my random thoughts would get so far

Luffy

As goofy and dumb as he usually seems,  Luffy is actually pretty perceptive. 

If he notices you sulking by yourself, he’ll plop right down next to you, holding a big juicy stick of meat to share with you

Food always makes him feel better, so it should make you feel better, right? 

If you want to vent your troubles to him, he’ll nod along with a very serious expression and not understand any of it. At least he’s trying! 

If you cry, he’ll panic for a second before making silly faces to distract you and eventually cheer you up

Overall, he’s not great with what to say, but his presence and (somewhat helpful) attempts to make you feel better are comforting 

Nami

Out of all the Straw Hats, she’s the best person to go to for comfort 

She’ll actually ask you what you want, if you need advice or words of comfort, she’ll give them to you, and if you just want a hug or silence, she’ll do that instead 

Nami’s a hugger, so her go-to is to give you a warm hug anyway.

If you’re on an island, she’ll treat your sadness with retail therapy. Even if you don’t buy anything, trying on different outfits or looking at whatever you’re interested in helps take your mind off things 

If you’re really inconsolable, she’ll offer you something from her treasures she knows you’ve had your eye on. Only as a last case scenario, and she insists it’s a one time thing (it won’t be) 

Sanji 

Obviously, he’s going to cook for you. 

Sweet, savory, salty, whatever your comfort food is, he’ll make it as soon as he notices you’re sad. 

Although he already bends over backward for you anyway, he’ll be even more compliant with anything you ask for to try and make you feel better. 

If you smoke, he’ll  offer you a cigarette and some kind words to tide you over 

If you don’t, he’ll still give you solid advice or comfort to make you feel better. He’s pretty logical and is able to figure out how to solve whatever you’re going through.  

Zoro 

Zoro knows when something is wrong, but doesn’t really know what he’s supposed to do about it. 

If you’re sulking, he’ll sigh and sit with you until you break the silence. If you don’t want to talk and just need someone to be with you, he’s your guy. 

Zoro will give you solid advice if you ask for it, but won’t sugarcoat it. It’ll be blunt and straightforward.

 If you want comforting words for him, you’ll get them, but he’d rather just pat your head and listen to you vent. 

He’s one of those people who doesn’t know what to do when someone cries in front of them, so it’s a little awkward if you start crying. 

If you initiate it, he’ll let you cry into his chest and tell you it’s okay (partially because he doesn’t know what else to say). 

He’s not great at comforting you, but he tries his best

Usopp 

Usopp relies on humor and lies not fully true stories to cheer you up. 

Whenever you’re sad, he’ll come up with a tale of a grand adventure to take your mind off things 

Whatever he’s talking about, it’s so absurd that you find yourself laughing through your tears, or so indignant on proving what he’s saying is false that you forget  your troubles

He won’t let you be sad by yourself either–if he notices you’re sulking, suddenly the ship has a random repair he absolutely needs your help on, he needs your help with canon practice, any excuse to pull you out of your sadness 

If that doesn’t work, he’s always willing to listen to what you have to say and has surprisingly good advice on how to feel better 

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || 141 x reader

[ Chapter 8 ] || [ Chapter 10 ]

Pairing: Ghost x gn!Reader || 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.2K~ Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: i think Ghost always steals Soap's hygiene products bc he cannot be arsed to buy some for himself.

Chapter 9: Drinks?

The moment the helo touched down, the soldiers descended, each of them parting ways as they went about their regular business, returning their gear to the armory, debriefing, showering, eating…

Almost a whole hour after their arrival, Simon threw himself down onto his bed, his skin dewy from the shower, his hair combed to the front and dripping over his face.

He popped open the top drawer of his nightstand and fished out his phone and charger. He set the charger up and turned on the phone as it charged up.

Simon didn’t often use his iPhone. Sometimes he forgot he even had it. The only times he did was to check Soap’s and Gaz’s insta/snap stories (because he liked being up to date on what they were doing) and when they were all on leave and had parted ways, so he could check the groupchat. 

Once the phone turned on, he immediately beelined for Tinder and opened the app. The app lagged a bit at first but, open loading up, he saw it.

99+ likes, 99+ messages.

The big majority of them were girls, too young for him, thirsting for him, even with his face being hidden. He always knew he could attract people, so it didn’t exactly surprise him.

Rolling his eyes, he flicked his finger over the screen until he found your chat and clicked on it.

Simon: I’m back and in one piece. Simon: I think you need to wish me luck more often.

He didn’t expect you to answer him immediately, even if it was only 6 P.M. on a Tuesday and you’d likely be at home and free, considering the job you listed on your profile.

However, the Read notification popped up under his text almost immediately and your dm came right after without the app even announcing you were typing.

you: omg i was literally JUST checking to see if you had said anything you: welcome back!

The text made a smirk take over his scarred lips before he bit the bottom one and typed out a reply.

Simon: Have you been waiting to hear from me for 3 weeks? you: noooo Simon: That’s frankly adorable. Simon: Didn’t think I’d have gotten in your head that strongly. you: oh piss off simon. you: ur not that great. Simon: You’re still texting me. you: sooo???? Simon: So, I can’t be that terrible. Simon: Got your attention, didn’t I? you: oh piss off you: ur so cocky and for what Simon: Not cocky. Just sure of myself. you: no Simon. No? you: no 😤 Simon: Okay then. Simon: Suddenly not sure of myself because you deemed it so. Simon: I’m very insecure now. Simon: Is that better? you: stop being such a bloody smartass 🙄🙄🙄 Simon: You’re breaking my heart, sweetheart. Simon: I can’t take this. Simon: Going to go hug my pillow and cry some more. you: oh no you: i’m making the giant cry? 😱 Simon: Is that a dig at my height? you: YES Simon: My God, I’m going to cry even more. Simon: I’m being bullied. you: good!!! 😤 Simon: I’m making you pay for my therapy. you: pay for it yourself!!!! 🙄 Simon: How about I pay for dinner for the two of us one of these days instead?

You didn’t answer immediately after that. You always did that whenever he flirted with you and spoke about taking you out.

Simon had a shit-eating grin on his face, imagining that you were all annoyed at him behind the screen. He was right in guessing you were shy about going out, he assumed.

you: no. you: but you can buy me a drink tonight.

His jaw dropped and his eyebrows raised just a bit.

Simon: It’s a Tuesday night, are you sure? Simon: You know going out for drinks on a Tuesday is usually a sign of alcoholism? you: ur backing out now? you: wheres all that bravado of yours? Simon: Oh no, sweetheart. I’m not backing out, I’m asking if you’re sure. you: if i wasnt i wouldnt have invited you. Simon: Fair enough. Simon: Where? you: the same pub i met up with john at maybe? Simon: Rog. Simon: 30 minutes. you: i need longer to get ready. Simon: That’s fine. I’ll still be there in 30. you: are you going to be wearing the mask? Simon: 🤷‍♂️ you: SIMON you: YOU CAN’T BE PULLING OUT THE EMOJIS LIKE THIS you: YOU STARTLE ME EVERY TIME. Simon: Good. Simon: See you soon.

Setting the phone down on the mattress, Simon got up from bed and took off his towel, tossing it over the back of his desk chair before opening the top drawer of his tall dresser, grabbing a pair of black boxer briefs and putting them on.

Then, he rummaged through the other drawers looking for his one ‘going out shirt’™️ (which was actually a black long-sleeve compression shirt) which he put on along with a pair of dark jeans. It was a simple outfit. 

Then he slipped on some black boots. He threw on a leather jacket over that and tucked a black neck gaiter into the neckline of the t-shirt, hiking it up to cover his mouth and nose.

Barely a minute later, he was making his way into Soap’s room and across the small space that separated him from the bathroom. 

“Going somewhere, L.T.?” Soap probed from his spot at his desk, eyebrows raised and his eyes locked on the older man’s with intrigue. He rarely saw Ghost in civvies and even more rarely did he see him without a hoodie.

Unlike Ghost, Soap had made his officer’s quarters into his own living space, having brought in a gaming computer and chair, a small beanbag, and had plenty of knick-knacks around.

“Going out.” Ghost said simply as he grabbed Soap’s hair gel and squirted a glob of it into his hand before lathering them and using them to run through his blond locks which were exposed without the hoodie or signature balaclava.

“Out? On a date?” Soap asked Ghost as he quickly jogged up to the bathroom door, watching as Ghost fiddled with his hair.

“No. Just drinks.” Ghost replied as he tugged a bit as his hair to make it stand up straight. 

“Is this someone you found on Tinder…?” Soap probed as he leaned his shoulder on the bathroom door, a boyish grin on his lips.

Ghost looked over at Soap out of the corner of his eye as he finished fiddling with his hair and rinsed his hands under ice cold water in the sink.

Soap took Ghost’s silence as an affirmative response. “Pro’lly a shag too, hm?” He joked, earning him another glance out of the corner of his eye. “Bloody hell, L.T. tell me all about it later, yea?” He laughed.

“Fuck no.” Ghost added as he grabbed one of Soap’s cologne bottles and raised it up for a sniff before scowling at the scent and setting it down again.

“Aw, c’mon L.T.!” He pleaded. 

“Get your own date, MacTavish.” Then, he just made his way right out the door, forcing Soap to move out of the way, looking a bit like a wounded puppy. 

“I’m not getting anything interesting on there!” Soap lamented with a sigh.

“No? Well, I’m sorry for you, then, Johnny.” Ghost quipped as he opened the door again and stepped out into the hall, leaving Soap behind.

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi there! I had an idea for either series!ENA or BBQ!ENA interacting with a reader who's like a therapist or something. Like Ena says something kinda messed up and reader's like "no, that's not normal. Are you ok?" Both these girls need so much therapy, or at least a friend. I think reader becoming protective of Ena would be cute. Reader getting mad at the other entities for being mean to Ena without any real reason (that they know of). If you can't/don't want to do this for any reason, that's OK! Take your time and put yourself first!

I can do both!

..........

Series!ENA

Even though Ena (in Power of Potluck) talked to the Therapist, got rid of Mask, and tried to find joy in the little moments--he believes that someone should still keep an eye on her.

That's where you come in, befriending her just to see how she's been handling life in general ever since her session.

Mask hasn't returned, but right off the bat she looks troubled as you explain who sent you and why, although you reassure her it's normal for your boss to request that you checked up on his past patients.

During your talks, her happier side has no complaints really, always grateful to have a new friend. But she does admit to being bothered by her sad side--mainly the effects it had on people she knew.

She's constantly apologizing for her emotions getting "out of hand", even in front of you, and tries burying that sadness--but she gets a wakeup call after you explain how that can do more harm than good.

Eventually, you build enough trust with Ena that she'll willingly turn into her sadder form, and remain in that state long enough for you to make meaningful progress with her.

You notice her tendencies to jump to nonsensical negative conclusions/inaccurate perceptions of herself.....and of course, she has a lot of crying fits/glitches that you gotta help her cope with.

"I-I don't know, I just feel..stupid and worthless sometimes..a-and everyone around me agwees.."

"You believe everybody thinks of you that way? Can you give me an example?"

"W-Well..this one guy asked me for diwections yesterday, a-and...and I couldn't help him!"

"So...he called you those things as an insult?"

"No, h-he thanked me for twying and w-was polite. But I know that's what he weally wanted to say!! Because I'm too stupid and worthless to give anyone diwections!!"

"How do you know for sure he was thinking that?"

"......I....I-I don't know, actually.."

You've gotten better at redirecting her negative thinking, and making her realize that a lot of her assumptions are kinda silly...

Least to say, she feel better coming to you for advice.

Some days she wants to ramble about her day with Moony or what she saw in the sky. Other times, she just needs a hug and a shoulder to cry on. And you're more than willing to offer those at any time.

Outside of your work, you've tagged along in her many adventures, seeing for yourself how rude other entities act towards her---and knowing so many languages helps you easily back sass those who insult her.

They always assume you can't understand them...until you leave them (and Ena) shocked when you suddenly speak their same language.

Dream BBQ!ENA

"So the Genie of the Lonely Door basically told me I'm unforgivable and should be punished for being born.......but that's not even the worst part of that day-"

"P a u s e."

That pretty much sums up your sessions/hangouts with this Ena.

As soon as she was done dealing with the Boss, she finally took time off of work to get some much-needed counseling.

Fortunately, you were a friend she met during one of her assignments who happened to be pursuing psychology, travelling far and wide to study the minds of everyone you've met.

You suggested that she gave therapy with you a try and, holy hell...you were in for a surprise.

She was willing to pay you in chocolates, fatty catties, etc. for your services....which was perfect compensation considering you may need therapy for yourself.

Salesperson yaps about the most recent absurd/rude thing an entity did or said to her...while pretending like it's just another day in the workweek, looking confused when you point out how that's not normal at all.

Meanie, on the other hand, is a different beast. And is honestly the half you're more worried about.

Since she represents the typical fatigued worker who's trapped in their job and feels like they can't afford to have any fun or luxuries without suffering for it.....she vents a lot, and her opening up about it is like her chipping through a brick wall.

Her anxiety over even mentioning the things that bother her is enough to make vines creep onto her body.

And one time, her broken green form showed up at your doorstep, which was terrifying at first glance....but then you recognized that she desperately needed your help--and you let her in, consoling her until she was able to restabilize and explain what led to that state.

Luckily that's the only time you've ever seen that form, and the vines on her body have grown smaller and weaker to the point where they were barely visible.

It quickly becomes apparent to you that Ena is struggling with some form of PTSD, as though she was a soldier trying to find her place in regular society again--returning from a war that you had no idea even occurred.

You've been trying to uncover the mystery of what she's done in the past...and if that was connected to why so many people seemed to hate her.

Regardless of the reason, though, you hoped to remain her friend and that she'd keep visiting you as often as she needed.

[izanacore]

something for my man shin please 🙏😔 (please fluff)

“happier” | shinichiro sano x reader

one-shot 𓂃⋆.˚

ticket #001

synopsis: a fluffy fic about love, laughter, and building a family—marrying shinichiro sano was a dream, but raising a child with him? even better. through every fear, tear, and joy, he was there, proving they were always in this together.

characters: shinichiro sano, fem!reader

warnings: just fluff

notes: my first time writing for a req. i hope i meet your expectations, anon. anyway, some of you are requesting a happy ending for my loml fic with shinichiro so idk, maybe take this as the alt ending or not! i did write this while thinking of loml shinichiro tho hihi.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

y/n stared at the wedding ring on her finger, turning it slightly as if to confirm it was real. she was married. to shinichiro sano. unbelievable.

her thoughts were cut off when the bedroom door opened.

“oh, you’re awake. made you breakfast,” shinichiro said, stepping in with a tray of food. he placed it on the nightstand before leaning in, a lazy grin on his lips. “good morning, mrs. sano.”

y/n cupped his jaw and kissed him back—deep, slow, making shinichiro hum into her mouth before pulling away with a chuckle. “babe, if we keep going, my cooking’s gonna go to waste.”

y/n bit her lip and laughed, shaking her head.

being with shinichiro felt like free therapy. he always knew exactly what she needed—even when she didn’t say it.

but right now, he had no idea what was happening.

“y/n, i’m home—” shinichiro called out, kicking off his shoes. the apartment was too quiet. his heart dropped when he heard muffled cries from the bathroom.

he rushed inside, eyes widening when he found y/n curled up in the bathtub, hugging her knees.

“baby, what happened?” he crouched down, brushing her hair away from her face, his touch gentle. he kissed her temple softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “shh… it’s okay… i’m here now.”

he wrapped his arms around her, pressing delicate kisses to her head while rubbing soothing circles on her back. she melted into his touch, and he didn’t let go—not until her cries quieted into sniffles.

once she finally calmed down, he leaned back slightly, searching her face. “can you tell me what happened?”

y/n sniffled, then reached behind her and handed him something.

a pregnancy test. positive.

shinichiro stared at it, his brain buffering. “…baby, whose is this?”

y/n’s face deadpanned. “oh, it’s the neighbor’s. i told them to take a pregnancy test just to mess with you.” she smacked his arm. “of course it’s mine, you idiot!” and then she started crying again.

“shhh, baby, i’m sorry! i panicked, okay?!” suddenly, shinichiro’s eyes welled up too, his face crumpling.

y/n blinked. “why are you crying?! i’m supposed to be the one crying! you’re stealing my moment!”

“i’m sorry!” shinichiro wailed, wiping his tears aggressively. “i just can’t believe it!”

now they were both crying like idiots.

y/n let out a teary laugh. “how are we supposed to be parents when we’re like this?”

shinichiro sniffled, resting his forehead against hers. “i don’t know, honestly, but we’ll figure it out. i know you’ll be a great mom.”

y/n’s lip wobbled. “that’s what i’m scared of. i don’t wanna fail my baby. i wanna be a good mom, but i don’t know how—”

shinichiro shut her up with a kiss. it was soft, reassuring. “you’ll be fine. we’ll be fine. if it ever gets too hard, i’m here, okay? you’re not alone in this.”

y/n nodded, sniffling as she hugged him tightly.

shinichiro pressed another kiss to her temple. then another to her cheeks. and another to her lips.

“i can’t believe we’re gonna be parents…”

“me too, baby… me too.” he pulled her even closer, burying his face in her neck, his arms wrapped around her like he never wanted to let go.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

the past few months had been beautiful. shinichiro had done everything to make sure y/n was happy and well taken care of. he spoiled her, doted on her, and made sure the mother of his child had everything she needed.

except when her mood swings hit.

those were another level. worse than her usual period shenanigans. terrifying, even. they had almost made shinichiro cry multiple times.

like right now.

“i don’t ever wanna see you. ever. not even when the baby is born,” y/n huffed, arms crossed as she glared at him from the couch.

shinichiro’s soul nearly left his body. “BABY, PLEASE! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! WHAT DID I EVEN DO?!” he was on the verge of tears.

“i told you to bring wakasa!” she snapped.

shinichiro blinked. “baby, i already called him! and texted him! look!” he shoved his phone in her face, displaying 30 missed calls and 50 unread messages.

y/n narrowed her eyes. “then try again.”

shinichiro groaned, running a hand down his face. “bro, come on, pick up. my wife’s gonna murder me,” he muttered, dialing wakasa again.

finally, after what felt like an eternity, the call connected.

“what the fuck is wrong with you, shin?! it’s fucking 2 a.m. for god’s sake!”

“i know, okay?! but man, please, my wife’s gonna kill me. she said she wants to see you. just show up, like last time. i swear that’s all.”

wakasa scoffed. “last time i went over, she made me do the dumbest shit. i ended up holding her pillow like it was a baby while we watched cartoons. i’m not falling for that again. you’re on your own, man.”

“wakasa, please—”

click.

shinichiro stared at his phone in horror.

he turned back to y/n slowly… only to find her asleep, curled up on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her.

oh.

he let out the longest sigh of relief known to mankind, flopping onto the floor dramatically.

he survived this day.

another war begins tomorrow.

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y/n was only a few days away from her due date, and shinichiro had been extra attentive, making sure she was comfortable every second of the day. so when he woke up in the middle of the night and saw her sitting up against the headboard, wide awake, he immediately panicked.

his drowsiness disappeared in an instant as he sat up. “baby, why are you still awake?” his voice was thick with sleep, but his concern was crystal clear. “are you okay? does something hurt?”

y/n shook her head, but when he saw the tears in her eyes, his heart clenched.

without hesitation, shinichiro reached for her, pulling her into his arms. by now, he was used to her getting emotional during pregnancy, but that didn’t make it any easier to see her cry. pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head, he whispered, “shh, baby… what’s wrong?”

“i’m scared, shin…” she sniffled against his chest.

“you have nothing to be afraid of, okay?” he reassured her softly.

but y/n shook her head. “but i do… what if—what if after this, you don’t find me attractive anymore? my body won’t be the same, shin. what if… what if i fail as a mother? what if you realize i’m not enough and you leave me…” she sobbed, clutching his shirt.

shinichiro blinked, then let out a soft chuckle before cupping her face. “y/n, you are the most beautiful person i’ve ever met. inside and out. and every single day, you just get even more beautiful—i don’t even know how that’s possible.” he kissed her forehead, her wet cheeks, the tip of her nose. “you’re the only woman for me, baby. i’d have to be the biggest idiot in the world to let you go.”

he kept kissing her—her hands, her arms, her shoulders—anywhere he could reach. “even if i have to worship you every single day, i’d do it. just so you’d know how deeply in love i am with you… just so you’d know how incredibly beautiful you are.”

y/n let out a shaky breath, feeling her heart swell at his words.

shinichiro smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “and soon, you’ll be a mom. a great mom, actually. i’ve never doubted that for a second. you take care of me with so much love and gentleness—i know you’ll do the same for our baby.” he kissed her temple again. “but you’re not doing this alone, okay? i’ll be right here, taking care of you both.”

y/n sniffled, nodding as she melted into his embrace. what a relief it was that shinichiro sano had been so stubborn about making her his. if he hadn’t been so persistent back then, she might’ve lost the man of her dreams.

but now, he was her husband.

and she wouldn’t want it any other way.

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a few years later…

shinichiro never thought he could love someone as much as he loved y/n—until their daughter came into the world. and now, five years later, he was wrapped around her tiny little finger.

“papa, wake up! wake up, wake up, wake up!” a small but determined voice rang through the bedroom, followed by little hands shaking his arms repeatedly.

shinichiro groaned dramatically, throwing an arm over his face. “baby… it’s too early… papa’s still sleeping…”

“but the pancakes will get cold!” their daughter huffed, climbing onto the bed with zero hesitation.

shinichiro barely had time to react before a tiny body flopped onto his chest, knocking the air out of him. he let out a wheeze, while y/n—who was sitting up beside him—laughed into her palm.

“okay, okay! i’m up, i’m up!” shinichiro surrendered, peeking up at his daughter, who sat on top of him with her hands on her hips, looking smug. she was so y/n’s daughter.

“good!” she beamed. “papa, i made pancakes for you! well, mama helped. she helped me stirred the batter and flipped one!”

shinichiro gasped, looking at her like she had just discovered the cure to all the world’s problems. “you flipped a pancake?! no way! that’s so cool!”

their daughter giggled, nodding proudly. “mhm! but i kinda burned it…” she pouted, looking a little guilty.

shinichiro sat up, lifting her easily into his lap. “well, i love burnt pancakes, you know.”

she gasped, eyes wide. “really?”

shinichiro nodded solemnly. “yup. it’s papa’s favorite kind of pancake.”

y/n rolled her eyes with a fond smile. “liar.”

their daughter giggled again, throwing her arms around shinichiro’s neck. “you’re the best, papa!”

shinichiro’s heart melted instantly as he wrapped his arms around his little girl, pressing a dozen kisses to her cheek until she squealed in laughter.

“and you,” he said, squeezing her closer, “are the best thing that ever happened to me and mama.”

their daughter scrunched her nose, looking over at y/n. “mama, papa’s being cheesy again.”

y/n chuckled. “he’s always cheesy, baby.”

shinichiro huffed. “what, can’t i tell my two favorite girls how much i love them?”

their daughter thought for a moment, then grinned and hugged him again. “okay, okay! i love you too, papa!”

shinichiro beamed, pressing a big, loud kiss to the top of her head before glancing over at y/n. “and you, my beautiful wife? do you love me too?”

y/n pretended to think, tapping her chin. “hmm… i guess i do.”

shinichiro gasped dramatically. “only guess?!”

y/n laughed, leaning in to kiss his lips softly. “okay, okay. i definitely do.”

their daughter made a gagging noise. “ewwww, gross!”

shinichiro laughed, lifting her up effortlessly as he got out of bed. “c’mon, kiddo. let’s eat those pancakes you made. and after that, we’ll have a whole papa-daughter day. whatever you wanna do.”

her eyes sparkled with excitement. “really?! anything?!”

“anything.”

“even a tea party?!”

shinichiro gulped. “…yes, even a tea party.”

y/n snorted. “definitely your kid.”

shinichiro only laughed, carrying their daughter to the kitchen while she excitedly listed out all the things she wanted to do with him that day.

and as he glanced over at y/n—who watched them with the softest smile—he realized something.

this was his dream. right here.

his beautiful wife. their perfect little family.

shinichiro had never been happier.

[darlingsfandom]

Jonathan Crane spanking innocent!reader during a therapy session

You got it lovely !

TW: spanking! Swearing.

Your fingers twirled together as you sat on the brown leather couch that you’ve grown to know over that last year and a half. This was nothing new and you’ve grown use to the routine of seeing Dr.Crane every Friday evening, yet your anxiety tried to convince you otherwise.

“I’ve asked you a question.” His voice brought you out of your daze.

“I’m sorry, what was your question Dr.?” Your cheeks flushed as the embarrassment ran through your body.

A soft sigh left his lips. “I asked if you can remember the last time you were physical with someone, even as simple as a hug.” He crossed his hands together while leaning back in his chair across from you.

“I… it’s been awhile. I’m not one for any of that.” You pulled nervously on the hem of your skirt that stopped mid thigh. He watched closely how played with the hem, how you chewed your bottom lip and how you’d look anywhere but at him.

“See, I’ve been with you for over a year and I know what your tells are when you’re lying. I suggest you tell me the truth.” You nudged his glasses up with his index finger.

“I’m not lying!” You blurted out making him slam is note book down on the table, stand up and walk towards you. You swallowed the growing panic in your throat while giving him a pleading look.

“Stand up.” It wasn’t a question. He demanded it and you did as told. Dr.Crane gripped your arm, pulled you close and bent you over his lap as he sat down on the couch. “First you lie about not liking physical contact and then you lie about lying.” His hand ran over your spine slowly while his other hand stroke your hair gently.

Your heart raced, your breathing hitched and you laid as still as possible as his fingers brushed your hair. He wasn’t wrong , you did lie about both things, but he wasn’t supposed to know that. Well you had hoped he didn’t , but he’s a doctor for crying out loud. You turned your head slightly to look up at him with little doe eyes in hopes he’d take mercy on you.

“Oh no, the doe eyes whatever will I do?” His words were condescending and as much as you wanted to not enjoy being over his lap, your body was betraying you. His hand smoothed over your ass slowly after he flipped the fabric of your skirt up. The way he lightly dragged his fingers across your soft skin making goosebumps arise all over.

“Please!” You whimpered out while keeping eye contact with him.

“Please? Please what? What could you need so bad hmm?” Dr. Crane arched his eyebrow while kneeding your ass. He couldn’t lie to himself either . He watched you closely every session. He often found himself fantasizing about how you’d look riding him in his office, how pretty you’d look below him, how beautiful you’d look spreading yourself for him. As far as he knew you were his! He enjoyed how you obeyed his every word, how you’d mindlessly show him your panties when you’d adjust yourself, you were his and he hoped you knew that.

“Please touch me!” Rang in his ears as you wiggled your hips. Before any thing else could slip out of your mouth he landed a hard smack on your ass making you jump. You’ve never been spanked like that.

“Oh pretty girl, I think you like that.” He cooed at you before giving you another hard stinging spanking. You whined in pleasure making him suck in a sharp breath. “Tell me, do you like that hmm? You like when I spank you?”

“Yes Dr.Crane !” You wiggled your hips again before he gave you another spanking.

“Good girl.” His hand rubbed over the reddened skin. “All you needed was some physical contact.” He sat you up on his lap and made you look at him while he held your face in his hands. “And I will give you just that.” His lips brushed past yours lightly while he took one of his hands and ran it down your chest, pulling the fabric of your shirt down slowly. Dr.Crane moved his lips down the side of your neck making you shiver in pleasure.

Your hands rested on his shoulders while he kissed openly all over your neck and chest. “If you’re a good girl for me, I’ll fuck you just like your wanted. Now answer honestly…” he looked back up at you with a serious look that made you clench around nothing.

“Have you wanted to be physical with anyone lately but were either too shy or scared to ask?” His words hit you hard but you couldn’t lie.

“Yes.” You swallowed before dropping your head. He used his fingers to lift your head back up.

“Who? Who made you shy about it? Why didn’t you just ask them?”

“Because it’s frowned up to want to fuck your doctor !” Your cheeks ran hot as you confessed to him that you’ve been wanting him just as much as he’s wanted you.

“Oh silly girl, no one has to know. I know you’re a good girl and you’re my good girl.” His lips nibbled along your ear while his hands held onto your hips. “You’ve been my good girl and you always will be, you’re mine and only mine!”

[anonymouss4uthor]

his best american girl...

simon riley x fem reader

cw; talks of depression, attempted SH

please do NOT read if serious topics like these trigger you. if you need help please call the hotline.

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recently, you've been struggling mentally.

you've been waking up in tears, cant bring yourself to eat, struggle to shower. its worrying your boyfriend, simon.

before all of this shot onto you both, he would call you his happy american girl, poking fun at you because of the past drama between the brits and americans.

simon has been working extra hours and becoming a sleep deprived beast for more money. why? to be able to pay for your therapy. you're aware that he's doing that for you and you insist and plead for him to not work so hard, that you'll be fine.

he started to believe you... that was until he found you with the blade resting on your arm but your perfect skin still uncut. he ran over and stopped you. he cried all night long- you did to.

he knew you needed help, he knew he wasn't enough.

no matter how much love, support, comfort he gave you... none of it fixed you. why cant he fix you? he's used to fixing everything so this is new.

he knows that you absolutely love art. he tried to convince you to go to the art museum with him and while that sounds like a great idea, you couldn't get yourself out of bed for anything.

he started making paintings for you, bringing the museum to you.

today, he came home after his shift and immediately fed you and helped you bath. he got you to sit on the couch, which is progress, and he turned on your favorite show and got you all warm and comfy with your pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals. he also gives you some water to sip on.

when simons sure that you will be okay for a few hours, he disappears into his art studio and gets to work.

after around 3 hours he comes out covered in paint with a smile. you pause your show and look over.

"another painting?" you coo softly. he nods and sits beside you and hands you the painting. "heres a good memory we share, I hope it'll make you feel better.." he softly says.

its a beautiful piece of art that perfectly captures your first date together. the nerves, the tension, the love, excitement, intimacy... its perfect.

your fragile mind gets overwhelmed by a mix of the happy and the bad feelings and you start crying. this startles simon.

"what's wrong? do you not like it?" he softly asks, giving you a concerned look while putting the painting to the side and holds your hands.

"no its- its perfect" you choke out in cry's. "its just- you're so good at this, you could be famous with this but instead... your wasting your life working and it's all my fault." you cry.

you know if you weren't messed up in your head, he wouldn't have to work so much and so hard, he wouldn't have to save up pennies to ration between grocery's and the therapy you need to get better.

"no love.. no you got it all wrong. not a second is wasted because every second is with you." he trys to soothe you, kissing your tears on your cheeks as they fall.

"you have so much to do.." you choke out and gesture to the painting.

"..and i have nothing ahead of me." you sob.

"oh y/n.." his voice sounds so breathless, so helpless. "oh baby.." he lets out a few tears and pulls you into a tight hug.

"you've got it all wrong, all wrong." he whispers in tears. "please... please never- never say stuff like that, okay? I need you, more than you could ever even fathom. all my life, all my love, my mind, body, and soul... it all yearns for you... it all screams for you. I need you, love. please, oh how I wish you could see yourself from my eyes. you have so much potential and you will do great things, okay?"

he pulls away and cups your jaw ever so gently and kisses your forehead and your wet eye lashes.

"you're just going through a rough patch right now, yeah?" he whispers softly.

"everything will be okay, i'm here."

at those words, for the first time, it feels like maybe everything will be okay. the feeling lasts for only a few seconds but, its hope.

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thank you so much for all the recent love and support! please comment down below what you want to see next and TRUST you will get it!

[suireunie]

DONT WANNA BE A BEBE [LHS]

Summary: You and heeseung had an argument and you thought he lied about some important things in your relationship. You were mad and made him jealous.

Don't wanna be a bebe, you know i'm sick of lyin' ~

Word count : 2.3k

warnings: little bit angst, fluffy, smutty, pet names (bitch, good girl, my girl), non!idol heeseung, unistudent!heeseung, heeseung is 23 and yn is 20, dom!heeseung × sub!yn, rough sex, unprotected sex!(please don't), heeseung is jealous and mad, possessive heeseung, spank kink!, let me know if there's more warnings!

Mention for: Aespa- Karina, TXT- Yeonjun, Enhypen - Jay

Minors don't read!

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"I told you I'm not lying!"

" Heeseung, literally you said you were going your friend's house but you weren't!" Your heart is broken and he didn't help it with his replies.

"I forgot okay, I don't have to tell you all my shit!- " Your heart is fell, he never talk to you like this, he never. Your tears started to go through your eyes.

"Okay... sorry" You went to your bedroom and started to crying. He didn't came back to you and you were alone in your room. Alone and sad. You just wanted truth but he didn't told you about his movements. You were sensitive about honesty and he knew this. Even though he did.

When you woke up, it was eight in the morning. Normally you never wake up at this hour, but you had a headache because you cried so much last night. You were starting to think if you were making things too big, a part of you wanted to listen to him, you wanted him to be there for you, to hug you, but the other part was telling you that you were right. Because you told him from the very beginning that you were sensitive about the obvious lie, you just gave him the truth and he didn't give it to you. He had been distancing himself from you lately, you couldn't even remember the last time he had touched you, which was pushing you towards that unwanted thought: being cheated on... But he wouldn't do it, would he? After all, you trust him and he loves you, right? That doubt inside you was eating you up. You wanted to get some fresh air and clear your head. You grabbed your jacket and bag and left the house, you started walking while listening to music on your headphones. This was your therapy, whenever you felt stuck, music would pick you up and make you feel better.

Heeseung felt guilty, he never meant to say that, he didn't mean to hurt you. He regretted his last sentence. That was why he hadn't come back to bed or come to her all night, he knew she would feel very shameless if he did. He had been busy with school lately, exams were overwhelming him and he needed a breather. He knew that if he told you, you would know him as much as you told him and support him, but he didn't. And he felt stupid for not doing it. You are the girlfriend that every man would want, lovely, supportive, beautiful... This morning, when he left the house, he pretended not to hear you leave. He knew you wanted to be alone for a while. And why would he stop you? He had no right to do so. He ruffled his hair and continued to be angry with himself.

2 days had passed and you hadn't spoken at all during those 2 days except for certain necessary situations. Today was your wife's party, she was one of your closest friends and even though you didn't want to, you had to go. While she was about to put on a light, normal dress, a devilish idea came to your mind. Why don't you show Heeseung what he's missing? You knew Heeseung would be going to this party with you and you decided to spice things up a bit. You took out your black dress from your closet, the dress Heeseung loved seeing on you the most. It ended at your thighs and had a nice cleavage. You got dressed and did a nice make-up, putting on your signature red lipstick. Heeseung was going to regret tonight. You were very nervous at the thought of it.

"Heeseung, im ready, we can go" Heeseung looked you up and down.He knew this dress and you looked so delicious.

"Ok, then " You left the house and got in the car. The tension between you was at a level that could be kept high throughout the drive. When you arrived at the party, you ran to Karina without waiting for him. The surroundings were very nice and well organized.

" Party is on fire! baby, you did great! " You hugged your friend tightly.

"Right? I tried really hard, not even sitting on my ass "You both laughed. Karina noticed the tension between you and Heeseung.

"What happened?"

"What?" Karina's eyes sparkled with mischief. " What happened between you two? He's fucking you with his eyes right now "

You explained the situation to him and he agreed with you. He had to respect your sensitivities. You told Karina your plan. And that bitch lived for chaos. "We're making this plan right now baby, let's have some drinks and fun!"

You laughed and let him drag you onto the dance floor. The smell of your drink and the smell of it make you feel beautiful. You shook your hips and danced to the rhythm. Heeseung’s eyes hadn’t left yours for even a second. You looked so hot in that dress and the way you were shaking those damn hips was turning him on. He squeezed his glass full of liquor, but Jay noticed his action.

"What's going on, bro?" He turned his head to Jay. "Yn, that's what's trying to make me mad." Icecejten butyj took a sip. "I messed up something and YN is trying to make me mad" Jay grins at him. "I guess it's working, and hey look around, they looking to YN from the group next to it " Heeseung He turned his head angrily and looked at the group. The anger inside him was boiling, he was jealous.

""He noticed you but it's not enough, we have to do something more, something to get his mind off it," Karina told you. You grinned at her, just then you heard a voice from behind you.

""Hey, YN isn't that right? This dress looks great on you." It was Yeonjun. He was one of the slutty, popular kids in school. He had tried to date you many times but you had rejected Yeonjun’s advances because you knew what the fuck he was. But now was your chance, you could use it for your little plan. You grinned at Yeonjun. “Yeah it’s me, Yn. And hey you don’t look bad either.” The two of you were talking and you made sure it was in a way that Heeseung could see. You could read the jealousy in his eyes and it gave you pleasure.

"Lets dance!" You started dancing with Yeonjun. His hands were roaming around your waist and you were giving him dirty looks. Heeseung was about to go crazy. He had to get you away from that son of a bitch. You turned your back to Yeonjun and lightly rubbed your hips. This move was the final straw for Heeseung. He quickly came to you and before you could even react he pulled you away from Yeonjun.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Your back hit the wall. Heeseung leaned his hand against the wall and leaned over you, anger and jealousy seeping from his eyes.

"just dancing, nothing-" Heeseung cut you off

"Dont give me that bullshit! Do you think I didn't see what you were doing with Yeonjun there? "

You crossed your arms and gave him a critical look. “Do you care? I don’t think so.” Heeseung leaned in closer to him. “I don’t care, do I? Don’t I know that little game you’re playing back there?” His free hand slowly moved up your thigh, you let out a small breath. And then he noticed it. He moved up a little higher and stopped just as he was about to touch your panties. "Are you excited little girl? What's that? Just now you were shaking those fucking hips so nicely there? "

He brought his face close to yours, his breath fanning over your lips, and he cupped your chest with his hand, lifting it up. His thumb brushed over your gloss-covered lips. "open your mouth" You opened your mouth and he put his finger in your mouth. You sucked it reflexively, rolling your tongue around it. "Good girl." He took his finger from your mouth and suddenly had you in one of the empty rooms. He closed the door behind you and locked it. Before you could react, his lips were on yours.

It wasn’t a slow kiss, not even a kiss. He was using his mouth for dominance over yours. He was sucking, biting, and chewing on your lips. He stuck his tongue into your mouth and connected it with yours, kissing you in a disgusting rhythm. Your breath was going crazy and your head was spinning from lack of air, but you still couldn't stop kissing him. You moved your hands to his hair and pulled gently. He moaned into the kiss and slid one hand down to your breasts. Heeseung always loved your breasts. They felt so soft and nice in his hands, filling his palms. You groaned and arched your back

"Heeseung please ~"

"Please what, use your words like a good girl"

"please touch me please please " You pushed yourself towards him. Heeseung frowned, his lips roaming all the way down to your pocket and down to your neck. He sucked and bit, leaving hickeys on your neck, his hand had entered your cleavage and was rubbing your nipples. he pinched you and you hissed, "youre mine, say it"

"I-im yours~" Your panties were soaked. The way he controlled you was magnificent and you had no choice but to obey him. He knew your entire body by heart, he knew your every move. He pulled you and pushed you onto the bed.

"Take off your clothes and stand on your hands and knees" He ordered, you immediately took off your dress and stood in doggy position. You were only wearing a pair of lace black panties. He came from behind you and opened your legs, letting the wetness on your panties in. "Bitch, so you wet that much, huh? I haven't even touched you yet but you're already leaking."

You whined against him, he moved his hand over your ass and spanked you all at once. You hissed in pain and pleasure. "You're mine, this ass, this pussy is mine, you belong to me. No one else can touch you, understand?" He whispered in your ear, his dirty words making you even wetter. One of his hands slid down your panties and started to rub you gently. The feeling was amazing and you couldn't help but moan.

""Please please I want your fingers inside me, please" You begged and he grinned, he loved seeing you like that. "Only good girls get what they want. You're not a good girl, you're a whore. "You pushed yourself more into his hand and whined, "Please, I'm a good girl, I promise, please."

He slid his hand inside your panties and tore them off abruptly, you shivered as the open air made contact with your pussy. He moved his hand over your pussy and started rubbing your clit.He spread her legs a little more, leaned over you, and started licking your pussy from top to bottom. His tongue was roaming your folds, driving you crazy. You couldn’t do anything but moan, his tongue moving expertly around you, touching exactly where you needed it. You heard the sound of his belt being removed behind you and turned your head towards him. “I’m gonna fuck you right here, the people here are gonna hear how good I fuck you, especially that yeonjun, he’s gonna go crazy to have this pussy. But this pussy is mine, only I can fuck it.”

His dirty words made you even wetter, you couldn't resist anymore, he moved the shaft of his cock between your pussy cheeks, he was leaking precum and he was so hard. He slowly pushed himself inside you. Even though he wanted to destroy you, he would never hurt you. He gave you time to get used to his size.

When you told him he could continue, he started ramming his cock into you at an animal speed. There was nothing in the room but the slaps of skin on skin, your moans and his purring.

"Heeseunnngg, ahhhg,-

You couldn’t even form a proper sentence, feeling like your brain had turned to mush. Heeseung placed his hand on your back and pushed you down harder into the bed, your cheek pressed against the pillow. The way he was slamming his hips into you was making you faint with pleasure. He was slamming into you at just the right angle.

"I'm- ah! I'm cominggg" You felt the cum building up inside you. Heeseung moved his hand to your clit and applied delicious pressure. His other hand squeezed one of your breasts and pinched your nipple. You came with a scream. The world went black for a few seconds but when you came back up you were completely exhausted. Heeseung always had a big dick and he knew how to use it.

"Are u okay my love? His voice was softer now, compared to his earlier grumpiness. He turned you over and pushed your hair that was stuck to your face aside. He kissed you on the forehead. "You did very well, my love." He took a napkin from the side and cleaned you up, laid you down on the bed and pulled you to his chest.

"I'm sorry for lying to you. I've been so stressed lately and wanted to escape from everything. I'm sorry baby " He caressed her hair and kissed her forehead in apology.

You looked at him, "You can tell me, you know I'm with you. Please don't lie to me."

"I know, I'm sorry. And...and that day I just drank and went to the beach. I swear I didn't do anything else. I know I lied to you about this, but please believe me. I would never cheat on you. You know I love you so much." His eyes were looking at you with a pleading look.

"I believe you but please don't lie to me again,"

"I promise I won't " He hugged you tightly.

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[sirensea14]

Doey headcanons bc my son is crying

Doey cries offscreen and when he does, his tears are either red, yellow or orange based on what hes feeling: angry + crying = kevin (red), sad + crying = jack (yellow), emptiness or burnout or regrets + crying = matthew (orange) he usually cries during the first months after the hour of joy

Kevin—the kid/humanoid with the angry eyes in Doey's monster form���glows the brightest among the three cuz he's consumed by anger (ik it doesnt exist in his model but imagine💔)

Altho its already shown thru a tape, Doey often does self-therapy and self-talking to comfort himself whenever he's distressed. Since he's the role model of the safe haven (after poppy was captured), he was always expected to remain calm in most situations. And he does it so well that almost no one can sense whether he's stressed or not. He may also not talk much about his feelings cuz he doesnt want to cause any more distress among the already distressed toys.

Blud is ALWAYS confused at what he should feel or think but he just hides it well in the game. And before being promoted as the leader, he mightve always answered "i dont know" to most questions he has no knowledge to answer to or whenever he's in a new situation. Jack is panicking badly but Matthew also tries to calm him down and take reign of Doey. Until anger reaches his head for Kevin to move,,,,, He's just as distressed as the other toys, he was just used to it

He hugs himself cuz he has no one to hug 😭😭😭 he's often outside, searching for scraps of food

He prolly hates himself too, adding his confusion with himself

I kin him sm

His hat is made if metal /j

He's eating other toys, his remorse or mercy for them is gone (idk if he felth what riley felt durinv his first days)

One of the kids hate cold weather

Depending on what he feels (goofy/sad, angry, calm), the one or two hand colors on his body would be more saturated than the other

He likes to play pretend kitchen and tea time with some toys whenever they have freetime. He also lets the toys use his clay to create and mold things

He sometimes says "mommy", "daddy" and "home" out loud without realizing it and the toys would just stare at him flabbergasted

He likes to be the leader but he also doesnt like it

He has so much pent up fustration and rage

He's like the "forced to be a parent" child

When kevin is inactive, he would sometimes playfully call some workers as "mom" or "dad" to mess with them and get some good laughs (he thinks jumpscares are funny) He def did mess with their hearts

Doey and kissy are the best characters so far, too bad we had to kill doey😔

Also, ngl the sounds of vehicles that i hear outside reminds me of Pianosaurus' sounds😭 rlly disappointed that we didnt get to see much of this bud🕯️

Also i have a lil bit of observation for the experiments nos. Those with 1100 to 1199 seem to have no ability to talk while those above 1200 have it so. Meaning their experiments were getting more advanced and painful😭😭 (1006 aint counter cuz he has some kind of robotic voice box mimicker)

-a thought not fully well-thought cuz i need to sleep

Thats all for my ted talk, thank you🍫

[mothiepixie]

How would any of them (including boysen) react to motti crying?

The sunshine character crying?! Great heavens!

Sans:

It's not often Motti cries so he would be pretty alarmed at first. Immediately ask if she's alright and what happened. Would sit to listen to her if Motti opened up, but more or less he would be making jokes in anyway he can to make her laugh; even if they were really bad that causes her to look at him incredulously. Anything to get Motti to smile because that's what looks best on her. 

Big Red:

He doesn't do emotions well at all. No one will ever catch him crying if he can help it and seeing Motti cry would put him in an awkward position and unsure how to handle it. Of course, he's really concerned but he can't ask in the right way that doesn't come off very apprehensive and irritable. Which would cause Motti to shut down and she would stop crying solely because she felt like a burden and embarrassed. Red would hate that and exclaim she can cry around him if she needs to. Awkward back patting ensues. 

Boysen:

His first instinct is to ask who did it and instantly calculating all the ways he could hurt that person, but he’ll approach steadily and calmly inquire what happened. If Motti admits it’s nothing serious and doesn’t want to talk about it, he will respect her wishes but that does not stop him from attempting to distract her. If Motti DOES explain what happened, he’s a very good listener, but that’s all it is. He doesn’t verbally comfort, but will grab the back of her head to pull her to his chest. 

Swap Sans:

He wouldn’t notice at first, not because he is inept, but he’s so used to immediately chatting away with her upon meeting. Swap’s rambles would dwindle when he hears the sniffling and instantly switches from rambunctious to attentive mode. He would ask Motti if she's in the headspace to verbalize her distress and that if she’s not, his chest is open for her to cry on. He doesn’t care if her tears or snot get on his shirt, he can always wash it later! Besides, it's a badge of honor for him. He comforted her to the best of his ability. Swap would also make her comfort meals and stay by Motti’s side until she’s her usual cheerful self. 

Farmer:

This skeleton can tell a mile away something is off and would not hesitate to investigate. He would find Motti in the kitchen and sniffling, but his sudden presence would startle her. She’ll try to wave off that it’s the onions and Farmer wouldn’t have the heart to point out there’s not a single onion on the cutting board. Leaning on the counter, Farmer shoots her a knowing look and it makes her crumble. Farmer will pull Motti into a hug and validate that it's okay for her to be exhausted and think the farming life is hard. He’ll more than likely shortcut them both to Creampuff and do some cuddle therapy. 

Reaper:

It’s not easy to make his Goddess cry, but he would be distraught and unsure how to comfort her. He’s used to people crying because Reaper was always the cause of it. So how can he comfort the Goddess of Mirth??? He fears what his touch can do to her and the only thing he can think of is dumping flowers petals on her head. It works though and he’s at ease once more when she laughs.

Dream:

Oh, he knows right away before Motti will even come to terms she’s about to cry. Dream will not hesitate to pull Motti in for a hug and blow raspberries on her neck until she’s laughing. He starts singing her with praise and words of affirmation to the point she’s a flustered mess. His natural energy will shift her onset emotions and he would distract Motti long enough that her whole day is turned around for the better. 

Passive Nightmare:

Just like Dream, Passive knows the bubbling of misery in Motti before she even acknowledges it. Comforting her always leaves him feeling apprehensive because he is afraid that the way Motti feels is a result of being around him. He fears he’s slowly poisoning her sunny disposition and causing his living embodiment of a sunflower to wilt. It’s hard for him to confront her on his own, but he would not hesitate for a single second if Motti willingly ran into his arms for it. Whatever is the cause of her pain, Passive will remind her how wonderful she is and how he couldn’t bear to be without her. 

Killer:

Wouldn’t hesitate to stab a bitch for Motti. Who made her cry? Who the fuck would make his lovely lady even shed tears that weren’t from pleasure??? Not inherently the best at comforting but he would romance the hell out of Motti until his obnoxiousness replaced her melancholy with annoyance. He likes when Motti fusses and pushes him away because he’s being cringy with his romantic soliloquy. 

Dust:

His very stoic presence causes Motti to be too nervous to cry. But he would pat her head and ruffle her hair. 

Horror:

He’s not the kindest when it comes to comforting, but he’ll regret any immediate change that causes Motti to turn her whole body from him. With ease, he’ll pick her up and throw her on his chest. He grumbles that he doesn’t know what she’s blubbering about or why she would even worry about trivial things. Horror uses his asshole remarks to trick Motti into forgetting what made her cry in the first place. He even continues to tease her about how stuffy she sounds. The weight of his arms alone feel like a weighted blanket and he would keep Motti pressed to his chest until her “fit” is over. 

[cheriladycl01]

Better than me - Charles Leclerc x Reader P7

Plot: You are a rookie in your first f1 season, adding to the ever-growing amount of Brits performing in the grid

You left Japan as quickly as you could, you wanted to completely forget about the race.

You'd gone home as there was a pretty large break between Japan and Australia, you spoke to your family about whether they thought getting more of these therapy sessions was a good thing.

Everyone thought it was a good idea, they could tell you'd been struggling for the last few weeks as you looked nervous and pressured during media duties and even though your driving was good, they knew you were made of more you were just scared to push.

So you had started to pay Chris, he made himself available 24/7 to you over text message and you were set to have weekly calls with him. You'd had one before Australia stressing some of you minor concerns about the race.

But all in all, Australia was one of your more confident tracks. You'd spent al lot of time on the sims going round Albert Park, you'd started to test out new racing lines because you were that confident.

When you got to the paddock, entering in a blazer and trousers with a nice pair of stilettos. You always liked dressing up when walking through the paddock for the first time, there was a certain level of power you felt when you did. You had a lot of cameras on you, as you walked through with Chris, who agreed to come to this race weekend with you and your PR manager.

You saw some fans waving you over so you hastily walked over to them.

"Y/N! Y/N!" they cry making you smile and start to take pens and caps and your mini helmets signing as much as you could while taking pictures with all the phones being offered to you.

A little boy shyly comes up to you, holding a little Audi car all boxed up, one that you promoted.

"I-I don't have a pen! Some-one stole it from me" he sniffles and you squat down to his height seeing the tears in his eyes.

"Can i borrow that please?" you ask a girl whose cap you just signed and she nods politely, squealing a little when you touch her hand as you reach up from your lower position to take it.

You sign the little boy's car for him and he pulls you into a big hug, thanking you. The parents further the thanks before you look at the paddock lanyards round their necks. You take the little boys hand and start to take him with you.

The parents follow behind happily talking to Chris and one of the Audi Mechanics that had seen you signing stuff.

You walk him to where you can buy merch. You get him an Audi Hat, Audi top and you get a little driver's poster. You sign it all there on the desk and hand it to the parents in the bag while placing the hat on his head.

"Thank you" he grins at you, the parents thank you as well before leaving. You leave towards the Audi garage, waving at the few people who you still trusted.

Alex had eventually caught up to you and walked side by side with you.

More people took pictures of the pair of you as you walked down the large and open stretch. Martin Bundle had come up to you both during his media day grid walk asking you both questions that you simultaneously answered questions too.

Eventually, you found yourself getting bored. Your PR team wanted to give you a cool down after the accusations from last week and not force your image back so soon. So they mainly focused on Alex.

You eventually left Audi hospitality where you'd been doing some private work on a laptop. You needed to get some fresh air and go for a walk. There was also only an hour before the F1 Academy Qualifying started and you wanted to be there for that.

You were walking down the strip when you see the two Ferrari boys walking towards you.

"Y/N? Can we talk?" Charles asks and you cross you arms looking down at him. Usually you felt quite small around Charles, not just because of his personality but because he was naturally taller than you. Now you were in these heels he was the one looking up at you, and if he was about to apologize you'd find that kind of funny.

"Depends what you want to talk about!" you admit to him.

"About how I acted about what I said!" he offers looking down meekly making you scoff.

"Look Charles, the fact that you ignored me all last weekend when I tried to reach out to you and then went as far as to not believe me when I'd be accused of drug use... which is a really serious accusation which was pulled into investigation because of your team and Red Bull... I don't really feel like I owe you a conversation! So no, we cant talk" you say, before walking off and towards the Mclaren garage in hopes of finding Lando.

You walk up to the entrance finding two workers outside who wave at you.

"Hey Y/N!" one of them smiles at you.

"Hey guys, how are you?" you smile at them and they nod talking to you about their stressful day trying to get content for Mclaren. You nod along with them as they rant until Lando comes trotting down the steps.

"Y/N! You wanna go for a track walk?" he asks and you nod, pit walks were always really good. It gave drivers the change to see it up-close and take it in while you walk around it.

"So, Charles text me" Lando starts as you both walk out of the pit lane and onto the track.

"Mmmm" you mumble quietly not really meeting his eyes.

"Said you weren't ready to talk to him?" he almost asks as if he's seeing if you thought you made the right call in not talking to him.

"All last week i tried to talk to him, tried to be his friend but tell me why he ignores me and pushes me away at every opportunity he gets. You don't do that, not when he spent the whole time between Japan and South Korea with me" you admit, rubbing your hands together.

"Maybe if you let him explain?" Lando suggest with a shrug.

"You meddling little bitch" you say lightly making his shoulder.

"Hey, hey! Ease up or i'll report you for trying to sabotage another team!" he jokes rubbing his shoulder a little.

"Seriously though, I agreed to this walk to talk with you, not talk about Charles, it's not just the fact he ignored me anyway" you sigh holding a hand up to block the lowering sun.

"Anyway, how are you feeling about the race?" you ask trying to steer the conversation away.

"Yeah pretty good, this year could be our year!" he smiles looking over at you.

Australia went alright, considering you not only had a lot on your mind but had car troubles you managed to finish P10, in the points Alex just above you in P8.

Team debrief was longer. talking about the car troubles you experienced before you were let go.

You met with Daniel, both he and Oscar wanted to take you out for food where they were both in their home country. Of course this meant you guys picked up Lando as a default. You guys went out for a meal, everyone online was excited to see the four of you out together.

Next weekend up was Jeddah, you performed really well there, your team thought it was time to use you for media again as much as Alex, and you ended up coming P4, Carlos just ahead of you taking that podium alone with Lando and Max.

After that came your most feared circuit... Spa. It was sort of a meme, when you were working your way up through feeder series and driving in other motorsport championships before you came to F1 that you never finished a race in Spa, there was either car problems or it rained and strategy was awful and you'd crash out or you would just have a problem driving.

You were hopeful to end that streak, the Curse of Y/N in SPA.

And it looked like that throughout all the free practices you completed and coming in P3, having set the fastest lap in Q1 on top of that.

You were nervous, but everyone was telling you that it looked like clear skies for the whole day and that it should be fine.

"Y/N?" a voice said behind you as you were about to hop into your car. You turn round spotting Charles there looking at you.

"Oh, Charles! You okay?" you ask looking over him.

"I know you struggle here, but I just wanted to say that I believe in you and what you can achieve today" he says in a small voice. The words, they were just words but it was the way he said them that you could tell that there was a different meaning behind them. And you appreciated it.

So you went into the car with a clear head.

"Radio check Y/N?" your engineer asks.

"Loud and clear, lets make this a good one" you reply before heading out for the formation lap. You do it and everything feels normal with the car.

You then wait for the lights out, you get an incredible start managing to go between Carlos Lando.

"OH WOAH, INCREDIBLE RACING FROM Y/N. She's managed to go between the Mclaren and Ferrari and SHE'S IN P1 Y/N Y/L/N LEADS THE BELGIAN GRAND PRIX" Crofty exclaims as he watched you on the screen in the commentators box.

You lead for the next few laps defending exceptionally from both Lando and Sainz who had managed to keep pretty close to you. After that it was a complete shit show. You had a really long pitstop, it was around 15 seconds and you were asking your engineer what was going on but they just said they were looking into it. It sent you down from P1 all the way to P18.

"Fuck sake!" you complain.

"I'm sorry for that Y/N, but lets pick up the pace and try get back up there" you have a spectacular drive. Your car was a rocket ship and you managed to get all the way back up to P4 and was about to overtake Leclerc when the rain report came through.

2 laps later and it was really raining, you'd pitted after a safety car was deployed changing tires and you managed to get the overtake on Leclerc. Into P3.

The rain only got heavier and that was when the race went tits up. The rain somehow interfered with your radio and it was only static you were receiving.

For the next laps you were relying on the pit board.

"What an interesting race this has been. Y/N has driven phenomenally and this is to date with out a doubt her best race in Spa, even through all the bad luck she's managed to pull through and she is currently in P1, defending her ass off from Lando and Lewis who are close behind her. This is just immense racing here today. She really came here with the mindset of a winner!" he explains looking at your on-board.

"Yeah, i mean she'd been without radio communications for 20 laps of this race, and the rains fading now, most crews are preparing to pit and make a final tyre change but its seems like nothing has been communicated to her"

As the track started to dry up you loose grip on the tyres more and more. There was no communication from your team and you were debating what to do. If you eased up now, you'd let Lando, Lewis and Carlos all past and risk your first win.

The last peice of communication you saw going past the pits was that you were leading and there was only 3 laps to go.

Lando was very close behind you, constantly in your wing mirror. He had tried some moves in an attempt to overtake but you'd kept defending like your life depended on it.

You go round one corner at the same speed you had been for the whole wet part of the race not realizing how quickly this corner had dried out. You attempt to break a little quicker, Lando doesn't antisipate and rear ends the back of your car, flipping you over.

"OH MY LORD THAT A MASSIVE CRASH FOR Y/N DOWN ON TURN 6. She broke early being on those intermediates where the tracks starting to dry out and Lando hasn't reacted quick enough. In the process he's busted his front wing!"

Lando Radio: Is she okay? I didn't mean that! I was it bad i went past to quickly to see where she went

Engineer: Red flag Lando, Red Flag

Lando Radio: Please tell me she's okay?

Lewis Radio: Holy shit, is she okay man. Why is she still on the inter's?

Engineer: Lewis that a Red Flag

Lewis Radio: This was a bad one.

And it was, you flipped multiple times before your car slammed into the barrier. You felt like an elephant was sitting on your chest right now and your head was dizzy.

"That's a really bad crash, and we don't even know if she's alright because the radio isn't working, the look of all the audi workers right now is really a sight to see" he says panning to all your colleagues with jaw's dropped and hands covering there mouths as their eyes water.

Some of them are actually crying, as no-body could detect movement and the car was barely visible from the damage caused.

You tried to keep your mind open with the adrenaline, but slowly your vision blacks out.

A/N: Oop i feel like this is my first proper cliff hanger!

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[smallestapplin]

aaaaaa i just saw that you take stardew reqs!! i've been following for a bit but i NEVER get your posts on my dash i stg,,,

may i request some cuddles and reassurances for shane? i can't fix him but i want to just hold him and pretend I can,, can be platonic or romantic, up to you!

I love Shane, cause I'm depressed and self destructive too mf now get over here so I can hug you-

Romance is hinted and it's mutual but neither have confessed.

TW : just Shane having some self deprecating thoughts but nothing serious.

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Shane has been doing much better in the months following when you found him drunk by the cliff side, you two have grown closer allowing you to watch how therapy continues to improve him.

Some days are better than others, but you're so proud of the improvements he's been making. But even then he still has some bad days, and those are the days he doesn't want you to see.

He feels so tired, so worthless, so useless, all he can do is lay in bed and rot.

He's watched his clock tick from 8am to 12pm to 5pm and so on, he just doesn't have the energy to get up, the fight he had been carrying just feels like a burden now.

He had been doing so good to, he's sure you'd be disappointed in him for slipping into a depressive state like this. Shane is so lost in his head he doesn't hear his bedroom door open or close, but he dos feel his bed side dip at the newly added weight.

But he doesn't bother looking up, afraid he may start crying, which is all the more likely when you so tenderly brush his hair from his face.

"Rough day today?" You ask, though you know the answer.

You smile at him, even as he finally looks at you with tear filled green eyes. Even now, you still look at him with such care and warmth, what did he ever do to deserve you?

You kick your boots off and lay down behind him, curling up against him with your face buried into the back of his neck and your arms around his waist. You know he will tell you when he is ready, but for right now you just want to distract him from his pain.

"You know my chickens missed you today, Jopeep was not happy when I was the one trying to give her pets, made this clucking sound that i swear sounded like she was sassing me."

You chuckle, your smile growing when Shane gives a small snort.

"And then Eggatha, bless her, hopped on my shoulder like she usually does, but kept looking around like a bird on a mission."

He can almost imagine your day with your flock, your chickens have always had such personalities it was a delight.

"I misssed you too, I was worried when you didn't stop by or answered my text, I figured you were sleeping. But I did bring over some stuffed peppers for you."

You sound so happy, like you don't mind being here with him while he's like this.

"You don't have to do all this." His voice is rough and gravely from not being used all day today, but it sounds so weak.

"I know, you make it sound like I do all this out of some obligation. You do know I do all this because I want to, right? You deserve some peace and joy, you've been through enough."

You're doing all this because you want to.

You help him practice the coping skills and thought processes his therapist has given him, because you want to.

You cook his favorite dishes because you want to.

There is no needing to.

There is no feeling pity and doing these things.

You want to.

"I like having you around, it's fun having you over at the farm and I get to see how many starws of hay I can put in your hood before you notice, I like our inside jokes, I like our time together, I like you and your company, even if you can't see it, it's there."

His body trembles, leaving him shaking like a leaf as he tries to hold back the tears that are already falling down his cheeks.

"But why, I'm not..." he trails off, letting out a choked sob, but that doesn't stop you.

"Healing takes time, it's a slow process and there will be days or times you slip back, to take a few steps back, but you're still working on it, you are still trying to change for the better. And i don't know if you have noticed, but even in two months of therpay you have changed, you seem happier, you seem livelier. You will always have rough days or even rough weeks, but that doesn't mean you're a failure."

Shane can't stop the sobs that leave him, he finds himself flipping around to hug you, buring his face into your shoulder to let it all out. You hold him tightly, gently shushing him and reminding him to breathe.

"I will be here no matter what."

You know your love won't fix his pain, but you know your support can help him feel more confident about going about it.

You want to tell him you love him, that you adore him and his dry sense of humor, that his gentleness with the chickens and Jas make your heart swell.

But maybe you will wait a few more months and see how he is feeling.

You know he means the world to you, even as he cries himself to sleep in your arms after muttering 'thank you's over and over again.

He deserves a safe place to feel happy.

And you want to be that for him.

[yukidragon]

I can imagine the SWWSDJ Boys trying a period cramp simulator-

Like imagine Jack was curious and wanted to try and when he full on tried it he felt like crying 😭

Who knew a big guy like him could feel so much pain from a lil machine 😔

And after it was over he’s hugging his sunshine so tight while saying “Sunshine I am so sorry…”

And that’s why Jack takes ur period cramps srsly 😅

Hahaha, that's a pretty funny and cute image. Actually, for Sunshine in Hell, Jack doesn't actually need a cramp simulator to get a taste of the pain his sunshine experiences during a period. All he needs is a soul bond with a sunshine possessing a working uterus signed up for the monthly period pain subscription package. Which, you know, Alice does indeed have.

Much like her creator. Who is dealing with those nasty cramps yet again right now. Ow. Periods suck. I'd like to unsubscribe please.

Yes I'm using my OTP to vent my frustrations about my uterus beating me up and taking my lunch money to buy some chocolate. It's my blog and I can be as self-indulgent as I want here.

I've actually touched on this particular topic before in a previous post, though I was a bit vague since I was theorizing about the game's canon. Since we're now strictly talking about my personal story's canon here, I can be a lot more definitive.

In Sunshine in Hell, Jack is influenced by his sunshine's physical state and vice-versa. He can feel whatever pain she's going through, though just a fraction of it. I figure it tops out at around 50% max of what Alice is feeling. The reverse is also true.

It's also affected by proximity. The further away Jack is, the less he can catch what his sunshine's feeling. It also makes Alice less aware of what he is feeling, which is why he left the apartment to jack off to thoughts of her without getting caught. He just underestimated how much horny energy he was radiating and how far it could reach to still affect her.

It being affected by proximity is also why Jack didn't realize Alice was in the middle of a pain episode when she was miles away.

It all ties into Jack's powers and the bond he and Alice share. They have a piece of each other's souls, which causes them to bleed into one another.

Both of them have the ability to suppress what feelings they send out to the other, but a lot of it is conscious choice verses subconscious longing. The bond between them is very heavily influenced by consent and what they actually want, even if they don't realize it.

Jack just has the advantage of knowing about the bond and more or less how it works. He is very careful about what he shares with his sunshine.

Alice and Jack are both lonely souls who want to be seen, felt, understood, and cared for. Their bond is empathy is supernaturally charged, which can cause them to share emotions, getting drunk, some thoughts, and even pregnancy hormones.

Oh, and of course, the fun kind of horny hormones and physical pleasure. Sexy times are twice the fun when you can get a taste of the pleasure you're giving your partner~

Though there's nothing sexy about periods, I can tell you that much. Alice might be getting hit with horny hormones along with mood-changing hormones, but the nasty cramps are enough of a deterrent from doing anything about the horny.

Of course... sex does help with period pain, even if it can be pretty messy. Jack certainly would be very eager to help Alice feel better with his loving, pleasurable ministrations~

Unfortunately that's not really going to happen the two get in a romantic relationship. Alice isn't going to be comfortable with a casual hookup even on a good day, or even for the sake of, ahem, physical therapy.

Naturally, the first time Alice gets her period after Jack shows up is going to be a nasty surprise for him. Intense abdominal pain along with hormonal mood swings aren't something he's used to. Even if he's only getting half of what Alice experiences at most, it's going to hit Jack hard.

Really, it's probably going to hit him harder than the bullets that took his life. A couple gunshots to the head means that he died pretty quickly and painlessly.

Granted, what happened to Jack after that was a hell of a lot worse.

Really, Jack is more aware of physical sensations now. He felt cold in the hell he was banished to because that was the closest thing to sensation he had there. The place was an absence of sensation, where all he could do was think and feel nothing. After 40 years of sensory deprivation, reality is almost an overload of sensation.

Sooooo... needless to say, Jack isn't going to have a fun time.

The worst part is Jack has to hide what's wrong with him. Alice is miserable, so he can't burden her knowing that he feels her pain. Also, he doesn't want her to know just how deep their connection is until he can feel certain that it won't chase her away. She forgot the agreement they made and was so scared by his presence at the start.

He can't risk losing her...

Fortunately, if there's one thing Jack has learned from his previous life and his time trapped in hell, it's how to persevere in spite of his suffering. He wears a convincing sunny smile and pretends that he's fine. He does his best to help his sunshine feel better. By doing that he will feel better, both figuratively and literally.

It certainly gives Jack a newfound respect for Alice. She has to deal with this every month. It's so cruel that nature would do this to her and so many others. This just strengthens his resolve to take care of her needs.

The first step in taking care of Alice is to talk her out of going to work. She's always had a bad habit of powering through even when she's making herself suffer horribly. Jack pulls out the same gentle firmness that is so effective at nudging his sunshine out of bed in the morning to convince her to stay in it this time.

Jack makes something light and easy for Alice to eat and makes sure she drinks plenty of fluids. He also brings her chocolate stash to her along with medicine. He makes sure that she's comfy in bed, or on the sofa to watch her favorite shows while she lies down.

Something that Jack doesn't really think about are the little details he simply knows. Why, it's almost as if he has experience caring for his partner on her period. He knows what medicine is usually most effective as a pain killer for this kind of pain. He also knows a handy little trick to turn a sock stuffed with rice into a really nice heating pad when putting it in the microwave for a while.

As you might expect, Joseph took care of Mary when she was on her period too. With her illness being untreated back then, her periods were even harder on her. Seeing her suffering so much made it difficult for him to leave her alone at home to go to work, but she always tried to see him off with a weak smile anyway.

Which also plays into why Jack wants Alice to stay home in the present day. Mary couldn't work when her period was at its worst. It was just too much for her. He might not consciously remember anything about his life as Joseph, but subconsciously he can't forget the life he lived with his sunshine.

I don't think period simulators existed in the early 80s, but if Joseph had the option to try it out, he would, just to get a sense of what Mary is going through.

Oof. Down this giant of a man goes. He was not prepared.

It's not that Joseph thought that Mary was exaggerating the pain. He would never! He figured that period pain wasn't easy, but he thought that what made it more difficult for her in particular was how it made her usual symptoms even worse.

Needless to say, Joseph was humbled by this revelation.

He also spoils Mary even more when she's on her period. Cuddles and hugs are an absolute must, as well as sympathetic comforting cooing. He feels awful that he can't take her pain away from her, so he just does whatever he can to make her feel good in spite of it.

I can see Ian, Shaun, and Nick being curious enough to try the period simulator if given the option as well.

None of them are ready for what happens to them.

If Ian tried it while he and Alice were still in a relationship, he'd be bawling and clinging to her while apologizing so much, as if her period is somehow his fault. In fact, it might sort of vaguely be? His mom and her religion claimed it had to do with original sin and men or something like that.

Unfortunately, it'd be another situation where Alice would need to reassure Ian for feeling bad about something bad happening to her.

An experience with the cramp simulator would teach Shaun to be more mindful about people going through periods. He also comes up with the brilliant idea of carrying some emergency chocolates with him.

Okay, Shaun already does keep emergency chocolates on him, but sometimes he just needs a peanut butter cup pick-me-up, you know?

Shaun does start carrying around his bestie's favorite chocolatey snack too while they're going to college together. Alice appreciates some yummy crispy rice in her emergency chocolate therapy.

Nick tried out the simulator with his AMAB friends while being filmed for his MeTube channel. He keeps all his saucy content over on LonelyFans, while his MeTube has a more general audience. There he shows off v-logs of his day and all the crazy stuff he and his friends get up to. It's pretty darn wholesome a lot of the time.

His friends did sort of joke around during the process, between whimpers and panting breaths of course. It was mostly just pointing out when one of them was crying or made a funny noise when the machine was on. It was all in good fun, just some ribbing between friends. However, at the end of the video, Nick did talk to his audience about his newfound appreciation for what people who experience periods regularly like this go through.

Of course, Nick made this speech while sitting with a heating pad in his lap. He and his friends overdid it with the machine and were left sore for a while afterwards. They dared each other to crank up the machine intensity level to see how far each of them could take it, and they made it into something of a contest.

His friend James "won," though James certainly didn't much feel like a winner afterwards.

Jack wouldn't need the machine to get a sense for how it feels, which could lead to a funny moment between him and Alice if she suggests he tries it.

"Oh, no thanks, Sunshine. I'm already very familiar with how painful periods are."

"Wait, really?"

"Um, oh, hey, that machine over there looks interesting. What do you think it does?"

Jack chooses to hastily redirect his sunshine's attention to something else rather than risk explaining how he knows.

Alice, naturally, notices the awkward change in topic. It leaves her wondering if it might be because he actually experiences periods too.

The possibility might explain to her why Jack doesn't look so good every month when she's having her period. Though that'd mean their cycles are matching up, wouldn't it? Then again, that did sometimes happen with her mom and sisters...

Alice ultimately decides that it's probably better not to ask, or even speculate about whether Jack is trans or not. If he is trans, that's his business and it's invasive to pry. That's his personal information to share when or if he feels comfortable enough to do so.

If Jack isn't trans, well, then... maybe he had a very special episode about it on the SunnyTime Crew Show?

Though, wait, the intended audience for that show was for kids way too young for puberty, so maybe not.

Either way, Alice decides to just the subject drop, much to Jack's relief.

Although Jack doesn't take the period cramp simulator for a spin, he is still gains a deeper understanding of the pain Alice goes through every month.

Even if Jack couldn't experience the pain for himself, he would still be very empathetic to his partner's needs. He just wants Alice to be happy and healthy. He wants his sunshine to be able to shine so brilliantly without any dark clouds to dampen her beautiful glow.

Alice might not be feeling very sunny while on her period, but she has her own ball of sunshine in the form of Sunny Day Jack to brighten up such gloomy days. Whether she needs food, rest, a distraction, or simply some tender loving cuddles, Jack is more than ready to give her whatever she needs to feel better.

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I don’t know why but I like to think that Lacey’s S/O works out constantly so that they can make her feel extra safe whenever she’s in their arms and also so that if they ever run into some UNPLEASANT PEOPLE they will be able to “take care of them” so could you do a little short where someone is giving Lacey a bad time while her partner is using the restroom somewhere and right when Lacey is about to start breaking down from all the terrible things the person is saying her partner shows up and both intimidates and beats the literal HELL out of the person that was being horrible to Lacey please

Defending lacey from someone harassing her

Pairing:lacey x gn reader

A/n:listen I am very much against any type of violence.....but I would absolutely beat the shit out of someone for lacey

You knew lacey still struggled with interacting with people outside of her friends and obviously you, the memory of all of the people who had hurt her was still fresh in her mind despite the therapy and all of the help you and her friends had given her

So you vowed to help her in moments where she was uncomfortable, you'd speak up for her whenever she didn't want to and would hold her hand the entire time when you were outside making sure to check if there were any weird people around

However, unfortunately, even you couldn't be there for her during every moment

It was just a normal day. You and Lacey had decided to go on a date at a cafe, and you needed to use the bathroom for a while so she started using the phone scrolling through social media to pass the time

"Hey pretty girl what are you doing here all alone?"

Lacey looked up to see a man staring at her. Just looking at him she could tell he didn't have good intention

"A-actually I'm wait-"

The man rudely sat next to her even if she didn't finish her sentence

"So do you come here often?"

"C-could you please leave, I'm-"

"Oh I get it, you're already taken aren't you?"

"Y-yes so if you could please-"

"Well it's not like they have to know. Just tell me your number"

At this point lacey was truly getting uncomfortable her palms started to sweat and her voice cracked

"S-sorry but I R-really-"

"Come on you're not one of those bitches who plays hard to get are you?"

The man raised his hand and tried to touch lacey, the girl yelped and got up from her chair backing away and starting to tear up

Seeing another person who was so rude to her raise his hand reminded her of all of the people who had physically hurt her, her uncle especially, she felt just as powerless as all of those other times someone had tried to harm her

"Babe? What's wrong?"

The moment lacey heard your voice she looked towards you and went to hug you, staring to cry in your chest, she always felt safer in your arms and she really needed that right now

"L-lacey, what happened!?"

She didn't answer you and simply continued to cry but you didn't have to wait long to figure out what made her sad

"Hey asshole, you made her cry didn't you?"

"Not my fault she's a crybaby, I was just flirting"

What he said made you even madder but you decided to focus on your girlfriend for now

"Are you all right lacey?"

She looked up and sniffed wiping her tears a bit

"Y-yeah I'm sorry for reacting like this"

"No don't apologize, it's never your fault, it's this guy who apparently doesn't know what boundaries are"

"Hey don't-"

"Leave, can't you see you're making her uncomfortable"

"As if I'd leave after you disrespected me"

He tried to grab your wrist, but you quickly punched him in the stomach while caused him to fall

"W-what the fu-"

You kicked him again and again until he was crying pathetically on the ground

"That's what you get for doing something like that"

You turned to lacey again and you saw she wasn't crying anymore thankfully

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"Y-yes, especially now......thank you"

"It's really nothing, I'm sorry for what he did, I can't believe he'd do something like that without considering your feelings"

"No it's really fine, especially since you were here"

You saw her smile at you and hug you even tighter

"Thank you really......I feel safe with you"

You smiled back and hugged her too

"That's the best thing you could have told me, I'll protect you from everyone forever"