#i just. get overwhelmed. by things im supposed to enjoy.

[skellowmare]

so I picked up the piano again after not touching it for a couple of years. I never properly learned music theory – I know a couple of basics, but not nearly enough – and I've made up my mind to properly learn the basics and maybe more. I know I might not need deep knowledge of music theory to learn a couple of songs on the piano but I am unable to half ass things lmao and also I want to properly do this, I think it's a beautiful instrument and it's worth the mental effort lol. but as with learning anything through the internet I'm preparing myself for a lot of confusion before it all becomes clear

[verstappenverse]

Max x reader who is rly stressed and overworked one day he comes home from a triple header and shes like doing her and hair and sobbing and he just completely comforts her and finishes her hair for her while whispering comforting words to her and being rly physical.

THIS IS LONG IK IM SORRY

When You Come Undone

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: Overwhelmed and unraveling, Max holds you together like it’s the easiest thing he’s ever done.

A/N: Thanks for your patience, hope you enjoy 🫶🏼

1.3k words / Masterlist

You don’t even hear the door open.

You’re hunched over the bathroom sink, hairbrush tangled in your half-knotted mess of damp strands, mascara running in blotchy streaks down your face. The towel around your shoulders is half soaked, clinging to your neck. You’ve been trying to do your hair for the last hour. And failing. Miserably.

Your shoulders are shaking as another wave of sobs bubbles up your throat. You try to choke it down, sniff it away, keep yourself quiet but everything hurts.

Everything has just been too much lately.

Max wasn’t supposed to be back until the morning. You had counted on that, had planned to break down in peace tonight and clean yourself up before he could see any of it.

But suddenly, he’s there.

“Hey,” his voice is soft, confused, cautious. “Hey, baby… what—”

You flinch, spin around to face him like you’ve been caught doing something you shouldn’t. You hadn’t even heard his key in the door. He’s still got his suitcase in one hand and the tired look of a man who’s just done a triple-header in the other, but that all fades as soon as he sees your face.

His expression drops in an instant. “Oh, schatje.”

“No it’s fine,” you start to say, wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand. “It’s stupid. I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine.”

He drops the suitcase right where he stands and crosses the bathroom in three long strides, cupping your tear-soaked face in his hands. “Why didn’t you call me?”

You shake your head, your voice already cracking. “I didn’t want to bother you.”

His jaw flexes, like that physically hurts to hear. “You could never bother me.”

Your breath stutters again as the tears keep falling, and Max pulls you into his chest without hesitation. Your arms come up around his waist as you bury yourself in his hoodie, soaking it instantly. His hand finds the back of your head, fingers weaving gently through your tangled hair, his other arm holding you firm against his body.

He smells like the plane and cologne, and something warm and familiar that makes everything feel just a little bit safer.

“I’m so tired,” you whisper into his chest. “I have so much to do, and I just… I couldn’t even do my hair.” You break out into soft, shallow sobs again.

He tilts his head down to kiss your temple, breath warm against your skin. “Then I’ll do it for you, liefje. You don’t have to do anything right now.”

You nod weakly against him, breathing him in like you’ll fall apart if you don’t.

He guides you gently to sit on the edge of the bed, disappearing for just a second to grab a comb, a soft brush, a tie. The kind of things he’s seen you use a thousand times.

When he comes back, he kneels in front of you, takes your towel and starts to softly dry your damp hair, curling his fingers into the ends to absorb the water. His touch is so careful, so intentional.

“I missed you,” you whisper, almost ashamed. “I really missed you this time.”

“I missed you more,” he murmurs, brushing through a particularly knotted section with patience only you get to see. “Every night I kept thinking how much I wanted to be here. Just here with you.”

He continues working through the tangles, slow and gentle, his fingers occasionally skimming your scalp, rubbing little circles into the back of your neck. It sends a warm shiver down your spine.

“I just feel like I’m failing at everything,” you say, blinking back more tears. “Like I’m doing a hundred things and none of them right.”

“You’re not failing,” Max says immediately, eyes flicking up to meet yours in the mirror. “You’re doing so much. Too much. And you’re still standing.”

You give a watery laugh. “Barely.”

“But you are.” He sets the brush down, his hand sliding along your jaw to turn your face toward him. “And now I’m home, so you don’t have to do it alone anymore, okay?”

You nod, your bottom lip trembling again. “Okay.”

Max gently gathers your hair, his fingers surprisingly skilled as he starts to loosely braid it. You reach for his free hand, and he laces your fingers together instantly, bringing the back of your hand to his lips.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you how bad it was,” you whisper.

Max leans in close, pressing his forehead to yours. “Don’t be sorry. Just let me take care of you now.”

His hands are on your face again, thumbs brushing away the last of your tears. He kisses your cheek. Then the corner of your mouth. Then your lips, soft and grounding.

You let him lead you by the hand, your body still heavy with exhaustion but feeling the first flicker of safety spark in your chest. Max pulls the duvet back and helps you climb into bed, tucking you in like you’re made of glass.

He disappears for only a moment just enough time to flick off the bathroom light and slip off his shoes and hoodie. When he comes back, he moves slowly, climbing in behind you, pulling your back to his chest with an ease that only comes from years of knowing each other’s rhythm.

His arms wrap around you like a blanket, locking you in, anchoring you in place. His legs tangle with yours. One hand spreads across your stomach, the other slips beneath your braid to rest on your collarbone, fingers curled loosely but protectively.

You let out a shaky breath. Your cheeks are still damp, but your body starts to relax for the first time in what feels like days.

“I don’t want to think anymore,” you whisper into the dark.

“Then don’t,” Max murmurs against your shoulder, kissing your skin softly. “You don’t have to think, just rest now. I’ve got you.”

Your hand finds his on your stomach, your thumb stroking gently over his knuckles.

“I love you,” you say, voice barely there.

He presses his lips to your hair. “I love you more. So much more than you know.”

“I know,” you whisper, “I really, really love you too.”

Max shifts, just enough so he can press another kiss to your cheek. Then your temple. Then your neck. “I hate being away from you,” he confesses, the words soft against your skin.

“You’re here now,” you murmur, nuzzling back into him, “and everything does feel better.”

A few quiet moments pass. His fingers trail along the curve of your arm, slow and soothing. And just as sleep begins to pull at you, the guilt creeps in.

“I didn’t even ask about your weekend,” you mumble, voice slurring slightly with exhaustion. “You had three back to back and I didn’t—I should’ve…”

Max gently shushes you, pulling you even closer.

“Stop that,” he whispers. “I’ll tell you everything in the morning, every corner, every lap, every stupid radio message if you want. But right now? I just want you to sleep. Let me take care of you.”

You nod slowly, eyes fluttering shut as his voice settles over you like a blanket.

“Good,” he says again, so softly. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

You stay quiet for a while, just listening to the sound of his breathing and the soft hum of his heartbeat behind you. His hand keeps moving up and down, calming, grounding, reminding you that he’s real and he’s here.

And when you start to drift, your mind heavy and fuzzy with sleep, Max’s voice slips through one last time, low and reverent.

“You’re not alone anymore,” he whispers. “Not while I’m alive to love you.”

And you believe him.

Because his arms feel like home.

And in them, you finally, finally rest.

[xxacidnekoxx]

It took a lot of energy to make that vent comic and it was the most difficult artwork I ever made ... I pushed hard to get to this point .. in my past when I would try to mention that sort of thing or that kind of topic at all in a serious way or find community of people who might understand what I been through. everyone would just be like " this is too dark please shut up and go back to drawing cute furry comfort-art . " But I am really affected by things that happened to me and I want to draw with honesty I want to be myself and to stop catering to people who just want me to be marketable. I'm a real person. I draw vent art sometimes.. I have a lot of trauma

I was absolutely amazed about the amount of people that could relate deeply! God damn it made me feel so much less alone and scared when I read the tags I really wasn't alone. I normally have a deep gaping hole in my heart after all that happened it's like a piece of me floating around in a void .. but a lot of people completely understood the trauma and there's something about seeing people say things that looks like it would have come out of my own mouth but it is coming out of someone else !!! I feel like there is a pressure leaving my body like a heavy cloud is lifting out of me !!! And I'm still processing the relief. There's a million things I could say about how I feel but mostly it's all coming from realizing how scared I was to talk, how mean everyone was, how long the journey was , how things are now in contrast to how they used to be ... I'm in a spot in my life where I'm safe and loved and it's beautiful. Looking back on the situation and thinking about how easily I could have been stuck in that relationship.. its all really overwhelming to think about !!!

And I don't try to think of a made up person I'm supposed to become anymore I don't try to hide the parts about my life that aren't beautiful to become someone who isn't me. Because I'm me and I enjoy it. I love that I can get up and leave a situation at any time. I love to have freedom to say no and I surround myself with people who genuinely want me to be safe. I felt so dehumanized in the past and it was horrible. Like as if I was just an art and jokes machine... as if people were still going to start telling me to shut up or that Im a bitch for refusing someone... but it was just support this time. Things are getting better.

[2kiran]

HI! HELLO!! 🤍🫶🏻

first of all i really love your writing! the way you write is just amazing! i absolutely love your works and always come back to re-read some of them!! keep writing and don't forget to take care of yourself and drink lots of water!!! 🥺🩷

anyways i wants to request something if it's not too much of a bother askjkasksj

dom!m!nerdy reader and sub!badboy with a whole load of crying from overstimulation, praise k!nk, size diff (tall!reader) and dumbification OOOHHHH IM GONNA GO FERAL 😵‍💫

[also can i be your 🎀 anon?]

THREEKVENT NAVIGATION

2knote. aww, this is so sweet of you. I appreciate it, thank you so much and I hope you enjoy this one. take care of yourself too and get some rest. lmk if you aren’t actually anon angelwing.

Every nerve was set on fire, blood pumping hot in his system as beads of sweat tingled down his forehead to his chest. It doesn’t help with the sudden high temperature of the room, especially not the uncontrollable throbbing in the center of his thighs. “Shhh,” your voice brings him back from his clouded state, grounding him. “won’t you look at that? You’re doing so great, practically sucking me in.”

He whimpers, oh how badly he wanted to punch off the smug way you were holding him up with his knees that threatened to buckle. His head tilted up to look at you, eyebrows knitting together in an attempt to appear threatening. Instead, he seems even more fucked out, tight hole squeezing your length with every push.

“Sh- shut up.” He grits, though tears sprouted and occupied his vision. Fuck, he hated you. The complete opposite of him, a reckless bastard, and you, the smart and adored one.

He hated how he’d perk up when you’d speak, listening to how your voice practically caressed the words you were uttering. Wishing that in lieu of you giving out the correct answer, you’d say his name and and — he’s definitely out of it. “Don’t say things like that, pretty thing,”

That fucking glint in your eye and how you’d scold him if he stepped out of line, he despised that even more. He clenched around you, gripping your cock tightly, silently begging for you to cum inside of him. It was overwhelming, flushed and sweaty skin bumping rhythmically against each other and making his mind hazy with pleasure.

You were supposed to hate him, not treat him as if he was the most valuable thing in the world. “Shit, that’s it.” You groan, rolling your hips into the spasming warmth that warned to milk you for all you were worth. “So good for me, haaah, yeah, take my cock.”

And he was. “Nnnggh–” stop talking is what he’s unable to retort with. Each thought is combining with one another, jumbled nonsense forming in his head and his mouth agape, only to gift pretty little moans and hushed whimpers to your ears.

He can’t stop the tears, bottom lip trembling and he’s clamping down all over again. You’re brushing against that spot which causes his back to arch off the wall, eliciting a breathy groan from him. He’s leaking on his stomach, pre-cum pathetically gathering up and slicking himself with his own fluid.

“It’s okay, let it out. You’re okay, yeah?” You grind your hips, aiming for it and he swears he’s going to kill you when he cums hard from just that. His body trembles, numbed, gasping for air and the only thought echoing is your damn mouth that can’t shut.

“Listen. Ah– look so pretty like this, all for me.” He can barely move a muscle, your thumb smearing his release around the sensitive tip. Briefly, he wonders if you’ll stop.

You don’t.

One of his palms reach out to you, weakly pushing at your arm as he sniffles. You’re rolling — on the brink of pounding — into him, set on getting him brainless beneath you. He can’t say it, can’t tell you to fuck off because you feel too good and he’s still got energy left. The overstimulation has a faint hint of pain pinching him, but he’s too distracted by the way you don’t quit.

You must’ve gotten to him. “Doing such an amazing job for me, sweetheart.”

He sobs, not quite recovering from his orgasm yet. How you’re crowding him sends him reeling, dizzy, and incredibly horny. He grabs the back of your head, tugging on the strands as he yanks you down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss. You can make out the salty taste of his tears due to the unrelenting thrusts, his poor body not catching one break, and that has you pushing your tongue inside of his mouth.

When you finally pull away, he whimpers in disappointment. But then, you speak up;

“You can give me one more.” It’s not a request. It’s a demand.

[the-moons-tears]

Alhaitham x reader NSFW

Smuuuuuuut

HELP IM SO DOWN BAD FOR THIS MAN.

NSFW MDNI

this is from a poll I did a while back and never got to but now I am!! This guy goes from submissive to dom by the end god he’s so hot

ENJOY BC I LOVED WRITING THIS

Preview: "Oh…i was tired before, but now you've got me so riled up haven't you? how am i supposed to sleep with all this energy? you'll help me get tired again right?"

soft pillows and cream colored sheets shifted as the tired scholar fell on top of them. The akademiya used to require little of him, but the recent promotion to acting grand sage meant that now he had a lot to deal with. the amount of people asking him questions and creating a loud atmosphere was too much for him to handle. it wore him and his ears out to the point he had to just leave, heading straight home to his shared apartment.

kaveh was on a job and wouldn't be back for a few weeks, meaning alhaitham could actually find rest in his room. you were there that day working on a project of your own in the living room. Both men had said you could come over anytime, so you usually took advantage of that kindness when things got too busy at your own place.

Seeing al haitham open the door and go straight to his room made you curious. the project was practically done, so you decided to follow him back there. it was unusual to see him this tired, as he worked to be anything but that, so you wanted to ask him if he needed anything.

quietly, you opened the door to the grey haired man's room and peeked in, calling out in a soft tone, "haitham? are you awake?"

that earned a lazy wave of a hand, which you took as a sign to come in. when you scanned the room, you noticed he had taken his headphones off and placed them on a nightstand by the bed. ohh...something was definitely up. al haitham told you in the past, when you asked why he wore them all the time, that he had very sensitive ears. Loud noises annoyed and overwhelmed him, so the noise canceling headphones helped. with soft steps you walked over and tapped his shoulder, getting him to turn his head from the covers to look at you.

"can i do anything for you to make you less stressed?"

"yeah..." the handsome man grunted, "would you mind massaging my back? Pretty sure there’s a couple knots"

smiling, you let out a little huff before climbing up and over al haitham to sit on his lower back, your knees propping you up slightly. his jacket was already off on a nearby couch, leaving him in his plain skin tight top that very clearly showed all the muscles along his back. with your thumbs, you started pressing along his shoulder blades and wherever you felt there was a knot or a tense area.

he hummed when something felt good, letting out a bit of a grunt if you pressed in a really tense spot that needed to be worked out. occasionally, al haitham mumbled into the sheets, whispering things like, "mm...feels good there- maybe a bit harder if you can"

when you were pressing along his nape, continuing your expert work, you got an idea when glancing further up at his head. Those pink tipped ears were uncovered...and you were the only person he let touch them...

hand movements slowed on his nape and slid down his skin to suddenly press on his lower back and waist. immediately, his back arched up since it was unexpected, being a completely different pressure from what you had done so far. al haitham's hands reached back to grab yours out of instinct, but you moved your hands away at the last second. grabbing his wrist, you pinned them together on his lower back, putting weight onto him so it would be difficult for him to try to get up.

his face turned to the side as he tried to look at what you were doing. "what are-ahha-mm wait-"

as soon as he turned his face, you leaned down and started kissing those sensitive ears of his, nipping a bit. Alhaitham’s hips pressed into the mattress, and you could feel his fists clench in your grasp. it always made you feel giddy when the powerful and collected man was reduced to such a state because of you, squirming and trying to get more friction somewhere. Pretty grey eyelashes fluttered closed as he let you do what you wanted.

"plea-please more ah-" that voice started to break, the usual calm tone replaced with a more desperate one, something no one would ever believe the great acting sage would have. His occasional words were punctuated by a jolt of his hips into the sheets, making your stomach flip. Both of you knew where this was going

“Haitham, you’ve been stressed ya?” You whispered lowly, pressing your lips to his ear. his voice was practically singing, moans and soft whimpers grew louder as you tormented his weak spots. Alhaitham knew he could probably break his hands away to stop you, but did he really want that?

he let out a particularly loud sound when you licked the outside of his ear, hips stuttered into the sheets under you. It was easy to tell that some certain fabrics were definitely strained in some places. he panted and whined into the pillow his head rested on, his lips parted ever so slightly. grey brows scrunched together every move you made with your tongue along his ear.

"it’s- so much- other side...mmm~ please..."

Who were you to deny that lust filled plea? Turning haitham’s face, his eyes were wild. They were hungry, begging, having one goal in mind. gently, you brushed grey strands away, accidentally grazing across his ear. a muffled whimper came from his throat and you came back down.

his face tilted up and lewd whimpers erupted from his mouth, pleas to let him feel you while you kissed his ears, desperate hips driving into the sheets. Large hands shifted around in your grip, making it hard to stay in one place over him.

oh it felt good for you too. your legs straddled his lower back that occasionally rose and fell with his hips, causing some friction between the fabric of your thighs and center. Whenever you yourself made a noise, the sound would vibrate to his skin, making him go crazy, so much so that al haitham couldn't take it any longer. he needed to touch you like you had him, make you the one under him.

the handsome man broke his hands away and flipped onto his back. after grabbing your lower waist, he sat up with heavy breaths. his mouth latched on to your neck, his tongue worked relentlessly over a spot he knew was sensitive, toned arms moving to firmly wrap around your figure.

"cmon now~ you wanted to help me relieve stress…please let me…it’ll feel good for you too” that dominant manner of his returned pretty quickly, but who was complaining.

"but-i wanted to make this about you, you've been so tired..." you retorted. It was true, but you also just didn't want to stop teasing him with his weakness just yet. while he was kissing your neck, your fingers came to caress his face, thumbs brushing over his ears. Those rough hands dragged down your clothes, eager to get them off after what you had done to him.

"alright then...touch my body. bare hands on bare flesh? i need you please won't you touch me more?" lustful eyes hazily looked up at you, little smile spreading on his face when you nodded. before he laid back down, alhaitham removed his skintight black top and threw it to the side, not caring for where it landed despite his usually organized system of things. he then laid down with his chest and stomach wide open to you, his muscular arms up and underneath the pillow he rested his head on. Your hips now rested right above his hard on, and those eyes swirled with a consuming want, green gleaming from his embedded jewel.

your hands ran from his prominent collarbone to the v line by his hips, earning soft groans that vibrated through his steadily rising lungs. the soft padding on his chest was warm, you couldn't help but play with it. He laughed once, still finding your attraction to his chest as curious as the first time you saw him without a shirt, although you were staring long before.

while you leaned in to kiss his sensitive ears, your hands continued to roam up and down his sculpted form. for a while you stayed, making him lose himself, until you wanted more. Fingers worked down his body hastily, starting to play with the lining of his pants.

"Yeah come on-hah…" haitham’s voice sounded just as eager as you were, adjusting his hips for you to pull the fabric down enough. Slowly you set him free from the tight constraints, watching as his weeping cock throbbed when you pulled everything down. Your eyes stayed on his, catching his lips part when your fingers danced over his skin. Wrapping your fingers around the base, you gave an experimental squeeze. He jolted immediately, brows furrowing in pleasure.

“…you get so sensitive when you’re pent up huh haitham baby?” You gave another drag up his length, feeling the bit of precum at his tip drip onto your fingers. Thumb came up to his tip lightly, swirling around the swollen head. Haitham grunted lowly at that, watching you like a predator. Settling back in between his thighs, you watched his glistening chest rise, giving a long stroke as his lungs raised, noticing the hitch in his breath.

Bringing up a hand, you licked the ends of your fingers, bringing them back down to start working him. You made a mental note to do this more often, watching him fall apart in your hands. Steadily you worked his cock, letting his hips give you a pace that he wanted you to stroke him with. Weeping tip continuously gave beads of pre that helped you to lube your hands, creating a soft wet sound every time your hands went up and down him. His groaning whimpers filled the silence with it, bed creaking softly in the background as well.

You focused on his tip a minute in, watching his eyes scrunch shut, stuttering over an inhale. “God I needed this…needed you to help me de-stress…I thought about you doing this, but fuck~ didn’t think I’d get so addicted to it. Keep going come on a little faster~”

Speeding up accordingly, you let him buck into your hands. One hand worked his base in a sort of twist motion as the other swiped over his swollen head. His cock wasn’t so big that your hands had so much room to work, but archons he had girth, and you loved when it slid in and out of you the most. This might be close though, seeing how much you affect him.

You could tell he was getting close by his breathing, chest rising as his head tilted up to the ceiling, eyes still trained down at your diligently working hands. “Are you close haitham? Want to cum?”

You got repeated “mhmm”’s in whined response, making you speed up on him, feeling the muscles in his inner thighs against you tense. Leaning close, you bit the shell of his ear, and that was the final act. His hands gripped the pillow under his head as a sinful groan escaped him. His cock spit out rope after rope of pent up release, coating his toned stomach and your hands, reaching as high as his chest.

The shock of orgasm rippled through him, and it took a good few seconds for him to catch his breath. Bringing his hands out from underneath, they shot out to you. Rough hands grabbed your thighs and squeezed, head turning to capture your lips that were against his ear. The sloppy kiss consumed both of you, tongues swirling all over and in each other's mouths. Alhaitham tilted his head to fit with yours more, his tongue moving over the underside of your teeth and more.

calloused hands hastily glided under the shirt you wore and played with the landscape of your back, which made you groan into his mouth. he happily took it all in as his tongue ravaged your mouth. one hand was taken from under your shirt and put on the back of your head to push you into his lips more. the other hand moved a bit lower to your waist, bringing your hips to press you down onto him with passion.

Breaking apart, he sat up with you, smirk played on his god-like features. That look was deadly, and meant that you were far from done helping him. slowly, he put pressure between his still hard cock and your wet core. his hips rocked into you while he watched your face.

"Oh…i was tired before, but now you've got me so riled up haven't you? how am i supposed to sleep with all this energy? you'll help me get tired again right?"

those sheets were well messed up when you two continued into the afternoon. you had worked his energy up, so now he had to expend it. it was a mess of lust and passion and neither of you could push away the feelings. no one would interrupt. it was just you two in the creaking bed long into the dusk hours.

Guys bye-

Masterlist!

[devoted-horror]

May I request a reader that hides behind them when she is overwhelmed or doesn’t wanna deal with people ? For Charles’s lee ray , Vincent Sinclair , the doctors and trickster (seperetly) fluff plz

a/n: it's pretty short sadly but i hope u enjoy it!! <3 anyways have u guys seen jiwoon nd yunjin's upcoming halloween cosmetics.... guys..... guys im down bad for them i fear...

includes: charles lee ray, vincent sinclair, the doctor, and the trickster.

warnings: typical slasher and dbd warnings, mentions of murder, i think it's pretty much just fluff but there might be some undertones of darker stuff?? like very very vague undertones that you'll probably honestly miss but. just stating it, in case.

CHARLES LEE RAY

Charles would, in all honesty, probably tease you for hiding behind him of all people whenever you get overwhelmed. It wouldn't be malicious teasing or anything like that, though he definitely doesn't know when to stop.

In the beginning of your relationship, he probably won't say it, but he likes that you feel safe enough to hide behind him like this.

He'll definitely act annoyed every time you hide behind him, maybe even roll his eyes, but don't let this fool you because he's shielding you away from the rest of the world and keeping you hidden from anyone who may be around.

And if you hide behind him because there's someone around that you're trying to avoid or that you just flat out don't want to deal with at the moment, then trust that Charles will take care of it.

He's not going to immediately resort to murder, so you don't have to necessarily worry about that, but depending on who it is and how they treat you, then yeah.

They may die.

It's an act of romance from him, by the way.

Nothing says 'I love you' quite like killing anyone who inconveniences you in some sort of way. He is a serial killer, after all. How else is he supposed to be romantic?

In all seriousness though, Charles does try to make you feel at ease whenever you find yourself hiding behind him.

He'll crack a few jokes, tell random stories of the past crimes he's committed, anything that'll help you feel less overwhelmed.

VINCENT SINCLAIR

Vincent is the only one here who would truly understand why you hide behind him, I think. He knows what it's like to be overwhelmed, wanting to hide away from everyone. It's why he spends most of his time in the basement.

He would never judge you for this, like... at all. He actively encourages you to do it, if anything else, because he wants you to do whatever makes you comfortable.

If he can help you feel less overwhelmed, then he will. If somebody has been bothering you enough to make you feel this way, then trust that he will not hesitate to step in.

Tourist, Bo, Lester, it doesn't matter. You're his top priority more often than not these days.

Shit, he'll put himself in time out if he somehow contributes to making you feel this way. He'd feel genuinely awful if he made you feel overwhelmed, honestly.

When he's overwhelmed, he finds that absently drawing helps to calm him down. He knows that not everyone finds comfort in the same thing, but he'll definitely offer you a pencil and paper if he thinks it might help.

But if you'd rather just make yourself comfortable behind him, then he doesn't mind. He'll continue whatever he was doing with no issue.

Though... if he's in the middle of turning someone into a wax figure, he'd rather you not be around during that. And you obviously can't hide behind him when there are tourists in town, because like... obviously.

But other than that, you're free to use him as a little shield from the world whenever you need.

It makes his heart feel warm inside knowing you feel comfortable enough around him to go to him whenever you feel like this. It makes him feel like he's doing a good job at this whole dating thing.

THE DOCTOR

Herman is a bit of an enigma here because while I don't necessarily think he'd mind you hiding behind him like this whenever you're overwhelmed, he's also not the nicest person to know.

Lover or not, he isn't the type to be nice when it comes to words. He's a genius and views himself as better than everyone else, and you aren't an exception.

Personally, he's never felt overwhelmed. Like... never. He had everything he wanted growing up, and he truly never believes he's in the wrong, even if he is, so he's never had that sort of anxiety either. The only time he's ever felt anxious was when he knocked his classmate out for the first time, he thinks.

So, while he doesn't understand it on an emotional level, Herman does understand it on a scientific level. A part of him can't help but want to pick you apart and study your brain for somehow finding comfort in hiding behind him, but he doesn't.

Herman loves you. At least, he thinks this is love. A considerable amount of tolerance, if not.

This habit of yours is just one of the many things he's not sure he'll ever truly understand when it comes to you. It's... frustrating, just a bit. You're an enigma to him. An anomaly.

He's never been a big fan of anomalies. Yet here you are, hiding behind him as if he were someone who would protect you from harm.

He'd destroy the minds of the many for you, he thinks.

Being who he is, both before and after the fog, you're bound to be safe if you stick by him.

So, while Herman doesn't understand why you feel safe around him, or why he doesn't mind your behavior, he certainly isn't going to make you stop.

THE TRICKSTER

Jiwoon is... not really gonna understand why you hide behind him whenever you're overwhelmed. He thrives under attention, positive or negative, so he can't wrap his mind around how you get overwhelmed by it.

But he most thrives under your attention, so having you hide behind him every time you're overwhelmed or done with people in general really just... feeds into his ego.

So if this is before the fog, it's definitely not something you can do in public.

Jiwoon doesn't care, he really doesn't, but as an idol, dating is like... not really acceptable in the industry, and Yunjin would literally have his ass if he was caught being lovey-dovey with someone and it wasn't part of a publicity stunt of some sort.

He does understand what it's like not wanting to deal with people though, even if he does thrive under their attention. He literally killed a sasaeng because they were stalking him, so like...

I don't think he'd explicitly offer to kill someone for you if they put you in a state of being overwhelmed, mostly because he keeps his whole killer business a secret but, I mean, he would kill for you.

The moment he finds out who has you feeling so overwhelmed, be it by you telling him yourself or by other means, they will be dealt with.

And when the person who has been stressing you out so much lately is suddenly found murdered, Jiwoon is right there to help you deal with the overwhelming shock that may come with the situation.

Not long after the gruesome murder, The Trickster releases a love song with haunting background vocals. Fans and critics alike are trying to figure out who the mysterious voice is, but no dice.

No matter, fog or not, he will be a loving boyfriend and let you hide behind him however you please. Your attention, more often than not, is one of the only things that matter to him.

[loveriotss]

Hii! Could you do some Mr.Compress headcanons pls? Tysmm! 💗

HCS OF HIM AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ⸻ atsuhiro sako / mr compress

INCLUDES — gn! reader, fluff, headcannons, drabbles/one shots WARNINGS — reader is implied to be part of the lov/lives together with the

main masterlist — mha masterlist ༊*·˚

he lovess bragging about you to the other members.

literally will not shut up!!

atsuhiro leaned back in his chair, a smug smile on his lips as he sipped his drink. across from him, sat twice who looked like he was being held hostage. "you wouldn't believe the day i've had," atsuhiro began, his eyes sparkling. "y/n cooked for me today! it was so remarkable and exquisite! they made this-" "listen man," twice interrupted, trying to put on a pleasant expression. "i'm really happy for you and i love that you enjoy your time with y/n! but..how long are you planning to keep talking about them? it's been like almost 4 hours."

dates with him are always unique and memorable. private magic shows, picnics in scenic spots or romantic candle lit dinners in secret places.

a HUGE gift giver!

he will go all out! oh you were eyeing a pair of cute shoes today? he stealthily compressed it and presented it to you proudly. or maybe you had to reluctantly leave a cute giant teddy bear behind at that one shop...only to find out that the marble atsuhiro left on your desk was actually the teddy bear!

yeah he's technically stealing them instead of buying but its the thought that counts! (he is a villian after all, what can you expect?)

he's not afraid to show you his love openly.

expect grand declarations of love, like surprise dates or writing you countless romantic letters as if he were a lovesick teenager.

the other lov members are sick and jealous of you two.

he always respects your personal space and boundaries and makes sure you don't get overwhelmed by his dramatic personality.

as much as he is confident and flashy in public, he's incredibly affectionate and sweet in private.

late night cuddle sessions while you two talk for hours on end, comfortable in each other's arms. honestly, that's his favorite part of the day.

he can be a bit possessive, but not in an oppressive way.

usually more dramatic and pouty when he's jealous, making the situation more silly than serious.

in the dim glow of your room, atsuhiro sulked dramatically on the edge of your bed. you were completely engrossed in your book, sitting with your back pressed against the headboard of your bed. "do you know," atsuhiro began, letting out a melodramatic sigh, "how dreadfully overlooked and unimportant i feel at this moment?" you glanced up, an eyebrow raised. "oh really? and what is that supposed to mean?". atsuhiro shifted, leaning forward with an exaggerated pout. "well, it's not everyday one finds themselves overshadowed by a book of all things." you giggled softly, setting the book aside. "aww are you jealous of a book?" "jealous?" he scoffed, "whatever made you think such a thing? i simply can't bear to see my amazing presence overshadowed by..pages. that's all!" "alright, oh great one, i apologize for this disastrous behavior of mine. please forgive me" you reply, matching his tone playfully. his pout softened into a smile, the dramatic flair melting into warmth. "well, perhaps if you could indulge me with a bit more attention, i may consider forgiving you." "yes yes, my attention is now all yours." you reply, wrapping your arms around him as you place a soft kiss on the top of his head.

NOTE — omg i can finally make posts with the asks!! it used to glitch for some reason before when id try to make longer posts with it 😭. anyways i kinda giggled while writing this ugh im so delusional 🤭🤭. also added two drabbles/one shots (idk what to call it) just becauseee. sorry if this might seem a bit ooc, i referred solely to google to get an idea of his personality because honestly i dont rmb shit of what he said or did in the anime 🧍.

©loveriotss — all rights reserved to me. please don’t try to copy/steal my work. please do not use any of my ideas/translate my work without my permission.

[superscourge]

Resurrected AU Ch. 1: Alliance

(read on AO3 here!) Warnings (for the fic in general, not necessarily this chapter): Graphic depictions of violence, strong language, general mature themes Chapter Summary: Scourge breaks into one of Eggman's bases in search of a secret weapon to defeat Sonic with, but what he ends up finding is much stranger and much scarier than he was expecting. Though…he finds a way to get some use out of it. Notes: it really took me like a thousand years to get this started huh. lol. well i wanted to at least get the first chapter out before the sonic au collision event fully started, so im happy to present the first chapter of resurrected au's fic!! god i hope yall like it LOLLL, this au means a whole lot to me.. it's become my favorite baby i wont lie. i will also admit that im a Little nervous to finally start posting my actual writing for sonic stuff; i'm pretty self-conscious abt it actually lmao. but hopefully yall end up enjoying how i write these guys. please be niceys idk how long it'll take me to dish out the rest of the chapters, but hopefully i can find the time and energy to get them out steadily!! thanks in advance for reading and thank u so much for ur support and enthusiasm <3

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It’s not every day that you get a juicy piece of info that could very well put the odds in your favor. That’s why Scourge was not gonna waste this opportunity.

He’d gotten word thanks to his incredible sleuthing skills [read: eavesdropping on strangers] that Eggman had a new base in the area and had apparently acquired a very powerful “secret weapon” of some sort. That was all he needed to know before deciding it was time to raid a base. After all, if he found that secret weapon? Sonic was toast.

It took a minute to actually find the damn place, but soon enough, Scourge was skidding to a stop at the treeline before what looked to be a large, dome-shaped structure with the patented Eggman symbol on it (or something that looked like it; Scourge figured it was close enough). He smirked, flipping his shades down over his eyes and speeding off towards the entrance.

As expected, badniks littered the area around the main entrance to the base. They looked a little funny, Scourge noted; they seemed a little more…high-tech than he was used to seeing. But, whatever–he figured it wouldn’t be an issue once they were busted to scraps.

… He did have a little trouble with these bots. Just a little. But it was no biggie, since he ended up finding a way inside before he could be overwhelmed. All’s well that ends well, he supposed.

The inside of this place was…confusing. So many twists and turns, rooms that led into other rooms, platforms that moved in weird directions…

“Doesn’t this place have a map?” Scourge grumbled to himself as he ran through the absolute maze of hallways.

After what seemed like forever, he finally came to what was clearly the main, central chamber of the base. There was a very complicated-looking keypad attached to it. Luckily, Scourge was very good at lockpicking.

Stepping back a bit, he hopped up and curled into a spindash before launching himself at the keypad. It took a bit of work, but before long, the whole thing was smashed to bits with sparks flying everywhere. Just as he’d hoped, the door opened once the keypad was destroyed. With a triumphant snicker, he unfurled and landed back on the floor before confidently waltzing into the chamber.

Inside looked pretty much as he expected it to–tubes and gadgets everywhere, lots of high-tech machinery that did Gaia-knows-what, lots of papers littered about several desks that clearly showed the work of an evil mastermind…

Yeah. Deffo an Egg-base.

“Now, where’s that weapon…” Scourge questioned aloud as he strolled through the room. He pulled out some drawers and rummaged around here and there, but he didn’t really find anything interesting so far. Surely this thing wasn’t hidden that well, right?

Just as he was starting to get frustrated, he came across a huge capsule of some kind right in the middle of the room. Pretty obvious, actually. He wasn’t that observant, but whatever. He raised his shades to where they were resting back in their place on his head before he rubbed his hands together with a huge, toothy grin. “That looks promising.”

Making his way to the door of the capsule, he tried to peek inside through the little window on the front of it. He couldn’t make anything out… He decided to just open it to get a look at what was inside, so he searched around for a switch of some kind that would do that for him. It didn’t take long, thankfully, and he quickly pressed the button down that would activate the door.

Smoke spewed out from the door as it opened, making Scourge cough a bit. He waved his hand to clear some of it out of his way as he impatiently waited for it to dissipate enough for him to see what he was in for.

This had to be some sort of cool gun. He knew it was. Some kinda laser shooter or something. Or maybe a bazooka. Oh–a cannon, even! He dearly hoped it was a cannon, actually. The smoke was almost fully cleared, so he leaned in excitedly to see what was inside…!

… It was…a guy. There was a guy in there.

“What the–?” Scourge furrowed his brow once he got a good look at the contents of the capsule. It was obviously a person–a jackal, it looked like? Definitely not a cannon. Who the hell was this? He looked rough, like he’d really been put through the wringer. His drip was cool, Scourge supposed, and the big, gnarly scar on the guy’s chest was pretty intimidating…

Mine’s still cooler, he thought to himself.

Suddenly, alarms sounded throughout the base. Scourge cursed under his breath as he looked over his shoulder. He turned back to the man in the capsule, making a quick decision–he’d snag him and take him with him. He probably had some idea of where the weapon was, so once he woke up, he’d just beat the information out of him if he wouldn’t give it up willingly.

Grabbing the jackal out of the capsule and slinging him over his shoulder, Scourge finally sped out back through the way he came. He was able to dodge any bots that tried to come after him thanks to his speed, and soon enough, he was outside and running through the trees of Mobius once again.

He ran until forest turned to jungle, and before long he was slowing to a stop once again in a small clearing where bits of light showed through the canopy up above. He rested the other man’s body down on a bed of moss near a small pond, figuring that’d be…somewhat comfortable, and he then took a seat on a fallen tree a few feet away.

It was only a matter of seconds before he began to tap his foot. What was he supposed to do now? Just sit there waiting for this guy to wake up? That could take hours… He didn’t have that kind of patience.

Deciding to take the initiative, Scourge stood and started walking over to the jackal, intending to just…lightly kick him until he woke up, or something. However, he didn’t get the chance.

A low, threatening growl could be heard rumbling from the stranger’s throat. Scourge stopped in his tracks once he heard it, then took a few paces back. How long had he been–?

One yellow eye opened to a squint, scanning the area before landing on Scourge. For some reason, the look the man was giving him made his skin crawl… Not that he was going to let him know that, though.

Instead, Scourge popped the collar of his jacket to regain his composure and puffed out his chest. “Took ya long enough,” he teased right off the bat. “I was startin’ to think you were dead.”

The jackal’s gaze lingered on him coldly for a few moments. However, he looked elsewhere when he began to speak. “... I should have been.”

That…wasn’t the response Scourge was expecting. The way he sank a bit betrayed his confusion. “... Wait, what?”

The man sat up, sort of startling Scourge into taking another step back. As he did so, he fully opened both of his eyes so that he could properly take in his surroundings. He was clearly ignoring the hedgehog beside him as he turned his head away, which didn’t really sit right with Scourge.

“Hey!” he barked. “I’m talkin’ to you!”

Giving no indication that he was listening, the man proceeded to rise to his feet, standing at his full height. Scourge sort of…shrank a little once he saw how actually tall this guy was. He knew jackals were generally bigger than hedgehogs, but this guy…

No, no, it was fine. No need to be afraid. He was still in charge here–this guy just didn’t know it!

With an annoyed sneer, Scourge dared to stomp a little closer. “Listen here, pal. If it weren’t for me, you woulda still been stuck in that base. I went outta my way to rescue you, got it? That means you owe me one. So, I’m gonna tell you how this is gonna go down, and you’re gonna–hrk!”

A clawed hand suddenly gripping his neck caused Scourge’s words to get caught in his throat… At least, that was part of it.

The jackal had snapped his head around to glare murderously at him as he grabbed him, which gave Scourge a very clear view of his face. He could see his one piercing yellow eye staring back at him…and he quickly noticed that the other eye had some kind of rock lodged into its socket. It was an eerie sight, and it definitely sent an intense chill up Scourge’s spine.

“You,” spat the jackal, voice deep and commanding, “do not control me.”

Unable to respond, Scourge just kind of…dangled there, hands gripping the other’s wrist as he kicked his legs a little. The expression he wore was enough of a response, though, so he was released after a moment of struggle. Once he was able to breathe and stand on his own again, he gasped for air and rubbed at his throat with an indignant look.

“What the hell?” he managed to say between coughs. “Who do you think you are, grabbin’ me like that?”

Turning away, the taller man didn’t bother to look at him as he replied. “I am Infinite,” he answered simply.

There was a pause as Scourge seemed to wait for him to say something else. When he didn’t, he furrowed his brow a little. “... Like, that’s your name, or…?”

The man–Infinite, apparently–seemed to hesitate, as if he was surprised that Scourge didn’t recognize him. One of his ears flicked.

“... I suppose enough time has passed that my name is no longer common knowledge,” he mused, half to himself. “Pity. I would have liked to think I made a bigger impact than that.”

Scourge watched as Infinite turned to fully face him again, making him subconsciously take a couple steps back. Man, this guy was kinda scary… Not that he couldn’t take him! He was just giving him the creeps, was all… Cyan eyes flicked to Infinite’s hands as he flexed his fingers.

“I will simply have to remind the world what true fear feels like,” he growled lowly, “and I suppose that starts with you.”

The rock embedded in Infinite’s eye began to glow as he summoned its power, and, to Scourge’s bewilderment, he began to lift off the ground and hover there. It was kind of scary, actually. The guy was floating. What the hell?

Then it hit him. The weapon Eggman had been hoarding wasn’t a gun or a cannon or anything like that. It was Infinite. He obviously held some sort of power that Eggman wanted to weaponize, and that must have been why he’d been locked up in that base… Things started clicking.

Despite Scourge expecting him to do… anything, really…Infinite proceeded to seize up in pain and let out an agonized yell. He suddenly collapsed to the ground, falling to his knees as he held himself up with one hand and gripped his head with the other. “W… What…?!” 

Infinite’s hand moved from his head to his chest where the large scar marked him. When he felt nothing but the scar, he had a look of both anger and confusion on his face, which told Scourge that what just happened clearly wasn’t the plan.

… Interesting.

Scourge stood a little straighter once he was confident that this guy wasn’t about to explode or something, sticking his thumbs into his jacket pockets. “Aaaalright, Criss Angel. If you’re done with all that , I think it’s time we get down to business.”

While Infinite knelt there still trying to figure out what was going on, Scourge began to pace around him in a circle, smirking as he did so. “Look. Like I said before, I rescued you from that base, so you kinda owe me one. But–and hear me out on this one–I’m willin’ to come to a compromise.”

Infinite snapped out of his pained daze long enough to shoot another glare at Scourge as he came around to his front again. “Compromise?” he hissed.

Scourge nodded. “Yeah. So, listen–I didn’t get to introduce myself earlier.” He held up a thumb and pointed it at his own chest, teeth bared in some kind of nasty grin. “Name’s Scourge. If ya haven’t hearda me by now, then you’ve been livin’ under a rock.”

Infinite somehow doubted that this brat had left enough of a mark on the world that anybody off the street would know his name. Still, he let him continue.

“I wanna take out Sonic. I assume you know him, right? Well, I think you’re just the guy who can help me out with that. He’s gotten lucky so far, but I think with you backin’ me up, I’ll be able to finally give ‘em his just desserts.”

The name Sonic caused a spark of recognition to flash over Infinite’s good eye. His breathing began to steady. “... Sonic,” he repeated. “Yes, I am familiar with Sonic .”

The way Infinite said his name let Scourge know that there was some beef there, at least. This worked in his favor. “Good,” he said with a nod. “So we’re on the same page, then.”

He turned on his heel before stopping his walk, facing Infinite to speak to him directly. “Like I said, I want you to help me take him down. Easy, right? In exchange, though… I’ll help you out with whatever you want, too. I dunno if you knew this, but I’m basically just as strong and just as fast as that blue bastard. I could give anybody a run for their money if I felt like it.”

Narrowing his eye skeptically, Infinite mulled this over. He seemed to be recovering from the shock from before, and he stood back up onto his feet. It was evident from how long he took to respond that his mind was…elsewhere.

“... I see.” His tail swished behind him as he thought about his next words. “You are offering to aid me in whatever task I ask of you?”

“Cross my heart.”

Infinite gave a huff before crossing his arms. “... Fine. If you intend to uphold your end of this bargain, then I will do the same.”

Scourge smiled widely, his sharklike teeth almost glistening in what little sunlight was managing to poke through the canopy above them. This idiot. He had no idea that he had every intention of double-crossing him the first chance he got.

He held out his hand for a shake to seal the deal. “Glad to have ya aboard, Infinite.”

Infinite glanced down at the other’s hand before reaching forward and taking it, giving it a single shake. His grip was tight. “Let us make the most out of this partnership, shall we?”

… Infinite was not stupid. He instantly knew that Scourge was going to betray him. That overconfident fool was so transparent it almost made him sick.

But…he could also tell that he had some bite to his bark, even if it was just a little. He was seasoned enough as a soldier that he could see that. That meant he could get some use out of him before he pulled his own betrayal.

He no longer had the Phantom Ruby in his chest, and he was alive, and he had no idea why. If this green idiot could help him figure that out…then he’d play along for as long as he had to.

Either way, he was going to get answers. And once that was done? He was going to rip out Sonic’s miserable little throat.

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[goths4gambit]

Hi! Could you possibly write a Bg3 fanfic where Tav comes out as a trans male to the rest of the party? (Astarion, Gale, Halsin, ect.) Preferably he was already fully transitioned and tells them about his past. Maybe someone in town calls Tav by his deadname and the party is confused so Tav explains and it’s slightly angsty at first but ends super fluffy?

Sorry if that’s too much to work with, lol

Hello! I'm so sorry this is so late. :( I have been insanely busy, plus some not-so-awesome stuff happened! But I can get to my requests now! I hope this is what you were hoping for!

(Im also trans, so kinda writing this from a POV of how I feel after this happens.) 

(The main scenario in this will be the same, but the character's reactions will be different)

(Also very sorry if this wasn’t exactly what was wanted:’])

Triggers: Transphobia (But comfort and fluff at the end!!)

Pairings: BG3 Male Companions x reader 

It was supposed to be a normal day in Baldur's Gate, a typical, simple day in Baldur's Gate to restock supplies, so why did it have to turn out like this? Hearing his dead name yelled at him in the middle of the day while they were walking around, how did they even recognize him like this? The walls felt like they were closing in, but he had to just play it off. he felt the curious glances from his companions, but they didn’t outright say anything at that moment until they got to camp…

ASTARION:

“Well... I'd say that was an eventful outing, hm?” he spoke, setting down a few of the things they had bought beside his bedroll. He was trying to keep a light mood in the air; however, when his eyes landed on your quiet and tense form, his smile fell, “Do you… Want to get something off your chest?” 

Silence was what his words were met with until he snapped you out of it again with a concerned look and genuine care in his eyes, “Darling, if you’re worried we’ll judge you, you don’t need to worry about that, look at the group of weirdos we all are.” He spoke softly without his normal teasing tone.

“I don’t know” he replied to Astarion in such a quiet voice, “I feel like I need to explain but I don’t know where to start either” He looked down at his feet quietly, Astarion sat quietly beside him with a soft sigh, “Listen, I can’t begin to act like I understand what you’re going through darling but you must realize im here for you, and as much as I don’t wish to admit it,” he paused for a moment, “I love you.”, he glanced at astarion quietly and just silently leaned into him. That night, they both just enjoyed a moment together of silence and comfort, even if he didn’t fully explain what Astarion understood.

GALE: 

When they got back to camp, Gale was talking about some books he found in town that day, he knew something was off with reader even before they got back, however distraction he thought was the best solution until he suddenly saw the silent tears falling down his face, he immediately went quiet and walked over. 

“My love?” he spoke, his voice filled with concern, and he gently sat beside him in the tent, when no response came from his lips, Gale gently cupped his hands around the other man’s face. 

“My love, please speak to me.” A choked sob escaped his lips at Gale’s words, but he finally managed to stumble out the words, “Im sorry..- I just- I didn’t want that to come out like that, and now im just I-” He paused when another sob escaped his lips.

Gale quietly listened to the anxiety-ridden words falling from his mouth, but then he silently hugged him. “My love, I don’t care..I don’t care who you used to be, I care about you now.”

WYLL: 

I couldn’t do it anymore, I stumbled back to camp, everything felt too overwhelming, it was all too much, why did that have to happen? I managed to keep it so secret, I managed to not let anyone know, and now- 

“I know that look, lover, nobody in this camp views you any differently.” he gently took his hand into his own and spun him gently,

He subconsciously leaned into Wyll, just needing the support after what happened in town. 

“Wyll- thank you,” he spoke softly, and Wyll flashed him a gentle smile,

“No need to thank me, I want you to know im here no matter what, no matter who you are.” 

The rest of the night was spent with kind words, and gentle touches of comfort.

HALSIN:

Disappearing into the woods right after getting back into camp was not supposed to be the plan, however after everything that happened it was all too overwhelming and too much for him, so he disappeared not knowing a certain druid followed him, the walk through the forest to the stream was relaxing enough but all he could think about was the stares from his companions he knew they weren’t negative stares, but they still didn’t feel good. He sat silently beside the stream's edge on a rock until he heard a branch snap behind him. He jolted to look behind him, but was greeted by the sight of a bear. Not thinking much, he just sighed and looked back down at the stream until he heard the familiar voice,

“My heart, is everything alright..? Shadowheart told me you ran off in this direction.”

Not looking up, he just curled closer into himself, “No..im fine- I don’t know why she is so concerned..” he whispered. he felt Halsin sit down and gently grab his hand. He looked at their hands intertwined, and something in that moment just broke; he couldn’t stop the tears that fell down his face silently. 

“I-I don’t know anymore, I wish that didn’t happen- and I just-” He stopped talking to try and catch his breath, but it was all so overwhelming, Halsin didn’t need any more words and just silently took him into his arms.

[luftwaffeinthenight]

austrian painter x fem reader

warnings: SMUT do not read if you do not like smut!!, spanking, penetration ( p in v),

word count: 1568

notes: a long one :D Im tired so if there's a few mistakes that why

enjoy <33

I DO NOT SUPPORT THE IDEOLOGY IN THIS

You had been working as a maid for the fuhrer for around a year now. For which you were very eternally grateful for. Your admiration for the fuhrer ran deep. You truly believed he was the savior therefore you would do anything to serve him to the best of your abilities. Today had started just like any other would ensuring the Berghoff was in pristine condition whilst making sure not to get into the fuhrer's way. You had been cleaning the floors in one of the many rooms in the Berghoff when you approached another maid. She informed you that the fuhrer's study had not been cleaned and it would need to be cleaned immediately. A sense of excitement and nervousness had overwhelmed your body.

You had only been in the fuhrer's study a handful of times and each time you stopped in that room your mind filled with sinful and lewd thoughts. Oh, how you wished he would bend you over the desk while pounding into you. You dreamt of all the different ways he could make passionate love to you. However, you were only a maid who would not stand a chance. You wished you could be his lover, you wished to spend your days by his side, dressed in the finest clothes and at the end of the day would be in bed with him sharing an intimate embrace. As you approached the door to his study you took a deep breath before you were let in.   

You stepped into the study and that's when you saw him in all his glory your dear fuhrer. He grumbled as his gaze moved to your figure obviously displeased with your intrusion. He hated when people interrupted him whilst he was working. You lowered your head before speaking. 

“Apologies my fuhrer for my interruption but i have been informed I must ensure the room is spotless before the guest arrives” You keep your head down as your fingers nervously played with your skirt patiently awaiting a response. He grumbled 

“I suppose you better get on with it then” You lifted your head to meet his eyes. 

“yes sir” he scoffed in response before turning back to the papers that lay before him. You made quicker work of dusting the surfaces throughout his study. You tried your hardest not to disturb or irritate him more than you had already, however, this was not to last long as whilst you were wiping a mahogany cabinet you accidentally knocked an ornament over you were immediately filled with dread as the ornament fell to the floor lucky for you it had remained unbroken. With a sigh of relief, you quickly bent down to pick the ornament up placing it in its original position. You turned to look at Adolf before apologising profusely.

“I'm so sorry my fuhrer I did not mean to please forgive me” With a clear sense of desperation in your tone you looked up at his face with an apologetic look on yours. When your eyes met his own you could clearly see his growing irradiation at your presence.

“Be more careful then girl, I've got important work, I don't need careless girls like you disturbing me” he snapped. Fear and melancholy filled your body. You scolded yourself. How could you be so stupid you angered your dear Fuhrer you could be fired and never see him again. Oh, you couldn't bear that he was your everything without him you would be lost. A couple of minutes had passed since the accident. Thankfully things had been going smoothly ever since. However, it wouldn't be long before something else would go wrong. As you walked past his desk to polish the windows behind him you accidentally bumped into the desk causing it to jolt. A look of horror covered your face as you saw the jolt had caused him to mess up the letter he was writing. You were about to open your mouth to apologise again when he abruptly rose from his chair causing it to tip and fall hitting the ground with a loud thud. Fear took over your body as thoughts raced through your mind. This was it you have ruined any chances to carry on working for him. It's all your fault. Your thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of his hands upon you. Your breath hitched as you froze awaiting his next move. Suddenly your body was harshly pushed down on the table. You then felt him reach for the hem of your skirt before bunching it up and yanking down your panties to leave your bare ass exposed. The feeling of cold air upon your ass sent shivers down your body. 

You took a deep breath as his hand brushed against your ass. It was a heavenly feeling almost as if you were dreaming and this was too good to be true. The harsh smack of his hand upon your ass sent waves of pain but also pleasure throughout you. You let out a light groan before he landed another smack upon you. You bit back your moans ashamed at the thought of your fuhrer seeing you enjoy such a punishment. He was no fool; he knew the immense pleasure and thrill you were receiving from this.

“You think it's acceptable to disturb me whilst I'm working girl?” your body tensed as another spank was delivered upon your ass. You let out a small moan before he spanked you once more. This time it was much harsher than the previous smacks. You squeezed your eyes shut as you took a moment to process the situation. He leaned down so that his chest made contact with your back. 

“I think I asked you a question, did I not? Or do you think it's acceptable to ignore your fuhrer” his tone was now more lascivious than irritated. For a brief moment, you panicked as you tried to get words out. However, all you could manage was a shaky 

“No sir” he shook his head before delivering one last smack on your now bruised ass “Fuhrer” he reminded you as you let out a moan before uttering. 

“Sorry, my fuhrer” A pleased look plastered his face as he grabbed your hips quickly flipping you over so that you were facing him. He looked so magnificent and so handsome. His gaze lingered upon your face for a couple more seconds before he dropped down to his knees lifting your legs in the process so that they rested on his shoulders. He quickly shoved his face into your soaking cunt. Immediately his tongue dove into your folds lapping at the juices your body had produced. Pleasure shot through your body as you threw your head back pressing your thighs together around his head. He began alternating between fucking you with his tongue and sucking your clit. He groaned before sliding a finger into you. You screamed out before grabbing a handful of his hair as you pressed his face to your cunt. He sloppily kissed your clit which was enough to send you over the edge. You were a moaning mess as your orgasm washed over you. 

He rose to meet your gaze once more, licking the remains of your come from around his mouth. He kept making eye contact with you as his hand moved to your chin.

“You're a good girl for your fuhrer aren't you” you weakly nodded as your body was still recovering from your mind-blowing orgasm. As your eyes roamed down his body you saw the obvious erection that was poking through his trousers. He wasted no time in unfastening his trousers to free his aching cock. He spread your legs once more before pushing his cock in. You bit your lip to stop you from screaming as his cock stretched you out. He let out a lengthy groan as he sunk into you pausing for a second to let you adjust to his length. 

“Such a good girl for your fuhrer" he hummed as he squeezed your ass. 

He pulled out of you and then quickly rammed back in letting out a mix of grunts and groans as he did so. You wrapped your legs around his hips allowing him to easily pound in and out of you. The lewd sounds of your passionate lovemaking filled the office. Every time he thrusted into you the desk shook. The papers he once paid close attention to were long forgotten you could feel a knot forming in your stomach as he continued to pound in you, bringing you closer to your climax. 

“Please my fuhrer I'm so close” you mumbled he only grunted in response as he continued to fuck you. Your hips knocked against the desk with every thrust. You felt his thrusts start to falter; you knew he was close too. A few moments later you reached your climax it only took a few thrusts for him to reach his too spilling into you. 

He slowly pulled out of you before tucking his cock back into his pants. Before turning to look at you.

“My guests will be here soon you must go” you nodded before slowly walking to the door which proved difficult due to your shaking legs. As you walked down the hall you felt his come leak out onto your thigh smiling to yourself as you returned to your duties. 

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@meowninii @positivexp @nowisblkassgf @pandoraistired

[idekanymoreloli]

Anytime

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hobiexreader, angst/comfort, happy ending

So I tried to portray his accent! I’m really sorry if anything is like really fucking bad LMFAO. Ima try to do better if so, but enjoy!

word count: 1795

TW!!! Mentions of suicide, self-harm, sex, depression, use of drugs (weed), smoking, heights. sorry if i missed any others.

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You were tired. Really fucking tired, of all the bullshit going on. It had been going on for months. Your dad’s drinking, a complete alcoholic. Your mother, well, was dead. Your brother moved out leaving you behind. You thought you had finally found an outlet when you felt the coolness of the blade slide across your skin and the small line of blood appear, but it wasn't enough now. The wind whipped through your hair…

You were happy, or you thought you were….

A few months prior.

”oof! Omg! I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed as you bumped into a tall brown-skinned man…

”no you aight luv” he spoke his accent thick as he bent over to help you gather the things you had dropped.

You smiled slightly.. as you also collected your items on the floor. That was when you first met. You had both headed along your ways when you one random day bumped into him again… he smiled at you and spoke…. 

“We really outta stop bumpin’ inna eacho’er like dis luv..” 

But that time he smiled, and talked to you. You’d both ended up with each other's numbers and he’d eventually invite you out to his concert. You’d both instantly connect, becoming close over a few months. You would go over to his place a lot since your dad was either drunk or just not around. When he found out you smoked weed, he headed to secure a cart and smoke with you. Which is when you, who was very high outta your mind, opened up to him.

You inhaled from your blunt.. your second one as you rested your head on the cushion behind your head. You both sat on the floor of his living room in his boat. As he was sitting across from you. 

“Your cracked mate….” He spoke his voice low as he was also high.

You laughed dryly as you opened your eyes to meet his gaze, your eyes low and red. They were captivating as the moonlight hit them perfectly. You pulled your legs up to meet your chest as you held the blunt between your lips and puffed on it…you were lost in thought. Thinking about how high you were thinking about what your mom thought about you now, thinking about your drunken dad, thinking about how badly your wrist was stinging and urging the shit… you huffed annoyed pulling up your sleeves without thinking since you were high outta your mind, about 20 cuts lined your wrist…

They immediately attracted hobbies attention as he heard your annoyed huff, looking down to see what was annoying you meeting your wrist. At that moment he felt sober sitting up slightly. 

“you did dat’ luv?…” he breathed out.

You followed his gaze, your eyes landing on your wrist as you scoffed laughing lightly at how stupid you were to forget about your cuts, then again you did just smoke your second blunt.

”yeah…” you responded looking back up at him..

He keeps your gaze on his own… “Why?..” he questioned, confused.

You had never appeared to be the type. He’d never even thought of you hurting yourself, you always seemed happy around him.

” I got lots of issues I don't share Hobie, this was supposed to stay one of the ones you never found out about…” you spoke lowly your voice a little hoarse from the extreme cotton mouth you were feeling right now.

” I thought we was close tho?” He hummed, blowing out smoke..

” We are…. it's just.. I get overwhelmed with my emotions.” You admitted as you began to open up. “It's always late, after a few weeks of stress I'd finally snap. It’s like an addiction, every time I think this is the last but I know it's not…im sorry i'd never told you.” 

“Luv… im ‘ere fo you.” He assured you…

You go on to tell him about your mom, how she died, and how it wrecked your family. Your dad who never put the bottle down. Your older brother who you always thought would stick it with you, up and left you. you told him about your insecurities and your mental issues. You told him about it all. After that hobie would always make sure to not just check up on you, to  check in on you as well, and when you needed him he promised to be there. He cared deeply for you, even found himself dreaming about you…wishing his hands could roam your body and yours on his… but he knew sex was not on your list of needs. 

You’d find yourself reaching out to him when you needed it the most..calling, texting, sometimes he would even wing over to your place and you’d talk. 

but where was he now? You called him after your dad had drunkenly mistaken you for your mom, and when you told him that you weren’t her he slapped you. You felt your bridge snap. All the pent up anger, the hate and sadness flooded your body as you sobbed. You called him, but it rang and went to voicemail. Has he gotten tired of your constant issues? Your constant fight? Did he finally think of you as weak? Was it fed up with you?

Now here you were, the wind blowing in your face as you stood atop a building… you scanned the city, the one you once called home. You felt the tears in your eyes and the stresses flooded your mind, your emotions over taking every action you made. You felt worthless. Your life meaning less as you were about to throw it all away…

At this moment in time hobie had just finished his mission, stepping through the portal onto his boat and laying down in the bed. After resting his eyes for a sec he grabbed his phone, he immediately sat up after realizing that he had multiple missed calls and text from you. You eye scanned the first few texts before feeling his spidey sense ring in his ear, his head, his whole body shook. This was. Like nothing he'd ever felt before he shot up and rushed out his window following his senses as he swung. HIs heart was beating fast as he swung fast and swiftly searching the city for you.

you looked down. This was it. After this it was, well, nothing. Which is exactly what you wanted, nothing, peace. You took a shaken breath as you stepped off. You felt your whole body jerk down as gravity pulled you down, you plummeted.

hobie felt his spidey senses reap through is body at an alarming rate and he swung after… he heart was beating fast before but now, it was pounding in his chest like never before clawing at his skin to break out…they shook his body with fear and agony as he turned the corner. He saw you. Falling. Fast. His body moved without him even thinking twice as he swung to you his whole body pumped with adrenaline as he swung…no… he wasn’t going fast enough… you were going to die…no!!… his spidey senses never stopped wreathing his body as he moved faster than he thought he ever had as he raced towards you… you were so close to the floor.. to close.. 

“NO!” He cried out as tears stung his eyes.. he clung to the web he shot as he flew towards you..

”agh!” You yelped as his body came crashing into yours… your breath was fast and hot tears flowed out your eye….. “no…no no….nonono!!!” You cried out as he held you tight. Its not that you were upset he had saved you, you were embarrassed. You'd hope you hit the floor and just be wiped off as another sucicde but he saved you. He saved you.

he swung to the top of the building sloppily as his body was exhausted from the test it was just out against. You fell out his arms as he plopped on to the roof, you both rolling along the roof before he found his grounding.. 

“what the fuck! What the ‘ell were ya thinking eh?!” He yelled frustrated as he ripped his mask off, tears streaming down his cheeks as well

you found your footing standing up.. “you weren’t supposed to save me! You idiot !” You cried out as you hit his chest as he got closer to you..

his chest rose and fell quickly his was out of breath because of the physical strain he was just put into, the fear of losing you, and the fact that he’d basically just watched you almost die in front of him.. 

“Why?! You scared me!” He pleaded as he pulled you into a tight embrace ignoring your cries…

You sobbed into his chest, upset, but released as well. 

“I’m sorry…im so selfish…im so fucking sorry hobie..” you sobbed out into his chest…

”no… no luv you ain’t gotta be sorry at all…” he lifted your face to meet his.. “im… I was so scared luv… I could’ve lost ya.. Jesus i....i love you so much i don't know what I would’ve done..” he breathed out his face close to yours…

at that moment it felt that the world had stopped spinning for you. You felt your breathing slow for a second. Hobie…loves you? What?… and for how long?…. You felt relief but love as well? Being so caught up in the dark emotions you had not had time to think or feel your good ones.  You hadn’t really thought about how much hobie meant to you until now… until he confessed. Until he really showed himself to you. the wind brushed past the both of you as you stood on the roof in his embrace, one arm wrapped around your waist holding you in as the other was under your chin holding your face… you leaned in slightly…

”Jesus just kiss me…” you spoke

you felt time slow down and his soft big lips touched yours, you felt the coldness of the wind, and the coldness of his piercing along your lip as you kissed.. your lips moving in perfect synchronization.. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders wishing this would’ve been under better circumstances but you're glad it happened.

you pulled away and met his gaze…. As he met yours… 

“thank you hobie…” you whispered to him the city light illuminating your face as you spoke…

he smiled lightly… “anytime…”

[sunflw3r]

school boy (댕댕이)

younghoon x male reader reader prns: he/him word count: 1546 fluff, non!idol au, highschool au

younghoon was difficult to ignore

content warnings: mention of throwing up, content overview: petnames, rushed plot

unedited</3

(masterlist)

a/n: i love younghoon sm i think it’s a disease! sorry for the rlly late upload 🤕 school just started and im losing the battle against the demons. happy late younghoon day!! i love yall sm🫶

younghoon’s stare from across the room was starting to irk y/n.

it was his big, brown eyes staring down his back, probably full of sparkles as he mouthed about how much he wanted to kiss y/n right in that moment made him go insane. how was he ever supposed to focus with a boyfriend like younghoon? school was boring compared to him, but he would still like to pay attention sometimes.

“i think your boyfriend is wanting some attention.” jacob muttered, y/n laughing quietly, knocking his seatmate's shoulder. much to y/n’s embarrassment, jacob saw most of younghoon’s hidden affections. he constantly tried to pester his seatmate about it, never failing to embarrass y/n.

“shut up.” y/n grumbled, taking his pencil and writing over the top of jacob’s page, jacob gasping quietly. “if you need an excuse to get away i can say you got to go throw up.”

shocked laughter made a choked escape from y/n’s mouth, the teacher monitoring their study hall turning around to stare at them. “y/n, if you’re not going to pay attention to your work, can you make sure everyone else can?”

the sound of muffled giggles flowed from the back of the class, the teacher’s gaze turning to younghoon’s shrunken figure. “and younghoon,” the teacher started, letting out a loud sigh as she looked between y/n and younghoon. “just- please pay attention to your work. the left side of the room doesn’t have what you’re looking for.”

younghoon’s eyes squeezed closed, the embarrassment of being semi-called out enough to remove the stars from his aura.

should i say something? y/n dropped his head into the palms of his hands, younghoon’s bright smile contorting and twisting in his head, a beautiful nightmare that made him go insane. younghoon made him insane.

but it was because he loved him.

y/n had never really thought about that before. younghoon and him had been dating for a while- long enough to where every single day felt short compared to the past ones, like he could never get enough time with him.

and so he was pretty sure he loved him. the only things they really said were ‘i like you’ or ‘i enjoy spending time with you’ but y/n felt like that couldn’t encapsulate the feelings in his stomach that all were labeled ‘younghoon’.

so he was going to say something.

turning his head, y/n’s eyes locked with younghoon’s, the constant flutter of butterflies at bay in his diaphragm unleashing at the glow of younghoon’s eyes and bright, subtle upturn of the corners of his lips. he was the definition of safety. just looking at his face made y/n feel safer.

“i reallyyyyy like you.” he mouthed, the curves of his lips moving animatedly as he watched younghoon’s smile - somehow - grew blindly larger. “i really like you too.” he replied back, y/n looking at him with content in his eyes.

he really was so content.

tearing his head away from younghoon’s gaze, y/n attempted to focus on his work. math was boring. this math worksheet was boring. he couldn’t bring himself to do this.

turning back to younghoon, he was met with the top of his boyfriend’s head, a sigh escaping from his lips. he just craved his boyfriend.

these emotions were so new to him. he had always felt some fluttering way to younghoon - of course he had, younghoon was his boyfriend. they wouldn’t have dated if he didn’t like him. but the overwhelming way he felt when they met eyes… it made him go insane.

y/n’s thoughts spiraled into a tornado, the memories of him and younghoon intertwining with heart wrenching emotions. he couldn’t focus on anything but them. he had his friends, his family, and his boyfriend. but why was his boyfriend starting to become more than just the boy he liked and more like…

“babe, are you coming?”

snapping out of his daze, y/n stared up at younghoon with blank eyes. “u-um yeah, hold on hoon.” he spoke, packing up his assignments with shaking hands. “i’ll help.” younghoon replied, picking up y/n’s pencils and putting them in their spot in his backpack.

looking up from his now cleared desk, y/n smiled brightly as he gazed into younghoon’s eyes. “do you want to hang out after school?” the words escaped from y/n’s mouth before he could regulate them, younghoon nodding happily at the request.

“of course. now let’s go to lunch. hyunjae probably stole our seats.” the sentence was said with a chuckle intertwined with it, y/n feeling his heart return to ease as he grabbed younghoon’s hand.

a heat ran up his face as younghoon pecked the top of his head before they walked out, y/n leaning against younghoon’s shoulder.

i think i love you.

“school was so boring.”

younghoon’s voice joined the breeze that carried broken off leaves, the fleeting spring air creeping up y/n’s neck as he leaned into his boyfriend as they walked. y/n proceeded to hum in response, stretching his fingers while clasped with younghoon’s hand.

he loved younghoon.

he loved younghoon.

his conscious was bumping around in his head as younghoon continued to talk into the afternoon, ever section where their skin touched creating an unbearable heat. “are you alright y/n? you’ve been quiet.” younghoon asked, his eyebrows laced with concern.

the area around them became the han river park, younghoon stopping on the concrete pathway. opening his mouth, a lack of vibrations coming from his vocal chords. “babe?”

as his lips turned into a frowned, younghoon pulled them off the pathway and onto the grass, moving them to stand under a tree. “what’s up?”

y/n wasn’t sure how younghoon knew something was on his mind. how he was so attentive to the fact that almost no words escaped from his mouth while they were walking. he had no idea how younghoon could understand him so well. did younghoon love him too?

“can we sit? we’re going to be here for a bit.”

the words escaped from y/n’s mouth, the tone low as the rushing past them with a lack of inflection in the sentence. younghoon slowly nodded, concern lacing every fold of his face as he stared into y/n’s eyes. the two adjusted into their positions on the ground, y/n reaching out to hold younghoon’s hand.

how could he tell his boyfriend he loved him…?

“babe, i’ve been thinking this for a long time.” y/n paused, letting out a loud sigh. how could he tell him. younghoon’s eyes turned down, the glimmer present in his neutral state fading away. “don’t tell me-“

his heart crumbled into a pile of dust. younghoon had jumped to the worst conclusion out there. he had assumed the ending of this story was starting now, even though that was quite the opposite tale.

“no no no oh my god hoon- baby i’m not going to break up with you.” extending the hand that didn’t hold younghoon’s out, he gently cupped the right side of his boyfriend’s face. “i…”

younghoon’s eyes started to brighten, an idea of y/n’s next train of thought coming to him. it was now or never.

“i love you. i, y/n l/n, love you, kim younghoon.”

younghoon didn’t reply, but y/n wasn’t afraid. instead, younghoon’s next step was to lean forward, connecting his pink lips to y/n’s.

it was… perfect. everything y/n had dreamed of, life and relationship like a youth drama.

the wind blew through y/n’s hair as younghoon pulled him closer, hand resting against the small of his back. their lips opened and closed against each other, the standard, sweet taste of younghoon’s favorite green grape candy filling his mouth like it was it’s second home.

was he getting the more he so craved and longed for?

pulling away slowly, the bright sparkles had returned to younghoon’s eyes. he was so utterly beautiful that y/n wished to block him from anyone else’s view and make sure younghoon only looked at him.

“i love you too. god, i love you so much.” younghoon whispered, pressing a soft kiss to y/n’s lips. he moved away quickly, y/n pouting. “why didn’t you kiss me for longer?”

he asked, younghoon laughing.

“you have to pay extra for that!” he said, y/n rolling his eyes as younghoon giggled and hit y/n’s shoulder. “i’m your boyfriend.” y/n deadpanned, younghoon matching his stare. “so? what’s my payment?”

trying to continue staring, y/n broke and let out a laugh, younghoon smiling. “well, do you take payment in hugs?” tapping his cheek, younghoon shook his head. “nope.” groaning, y/n jumped on younghoon, his boyfriend’s back hitting the grass as he pressed pecks to his face. younghoon giggled, the sensations of y/n’s soft lips tickling.

“you win, you win!!” younghoon yelped, y/n pushing their lips together in victory. “let’s go.” he whispered, younghoon pinching the side of his chest. “you’re lucky i like you silly.”

at the words, y/n’s heart began to flutter. younghoon loved him.

“i love you too.” he said. and he really did love him.

[staarlight-snow]

Murky Waters - Island of the Slaughtered

TW: Gore, Horror

[Inspired by "last thoughts - Noah Mudaliar" by muridaecorps (on Ao3) and Island of the Slaughtered by @eavee-ry ]

Silence.

It was so silent it was as if nothing had happened. The wind blew gently against the leaves as the moonlight shone down into the pond. The crimson-tinted water glistened under the rays of the moon.

It was unfair. He would've enjoyed this view. The solitude and silence of the forest, the way the moonlight hit the water just right.

It was unfair. He could be sitting atop a rock, reading his favourite novel – far away from the nuisances and noise that was the camp and his peers but no. Instead of sitting in front of the serene view, enjoying his solitude and short-lived peace – his body floated lifelessly in the pond.

The only thing that ruined this ethereal and dream-like scenery was that of the body of a teenage boy that was cheated from his life. It was unfair. There was no denying, he was far different from other teenagers, yes but just like most of them – he had dreams, he had hopes and aspirations. Everyone did, of course.

So it was unfair. Everything was unfair. This isn't supposed to happen. No one was supposed to get hurt. If he could – he'd find Chris and make him pay for abandoning them on this goddamned island.

The silence in his surroundings was disturbed by the sudden rustling of bushes. The frantic sounds of someone's footsteps ran in closer to the pond. Then, there was a voice.

"Noah?" A voice called out, a tone of worry and fear. It continued to call his name, over and over again, getting louder by the second. What kind of fool would deliberately risk his life to find a snarky, sarcastic know-it-all?

"Noah! Please! Where are you?" It was Cody. His voice cracked as he shouted his friend's name more and louder. The lake came into his view and he stopped in his tracks. He gripped the blood-stained book in his hands harder as his eyes widened at the sight that unfolded before him. "A-ah.." His heart dropped and his breathing stopped for what seemed like a full minute.

A loud gut-wrenching scream erupted from the brunette. He fell to his knees – his eyes welled up with tears as he started to shakenly hyperventilate.

"Cody! Oh my god you're okay!" A person followed from behind, embracing the shorter in a hug. "I thought the killer got to you! Are you insane!? I know you're worried 'bout Noah but-" They were cut-off from their words when they caught a glimpse of the murky crimson stained water in front of them.

The person with him, Gwen, comforted the boy. They weren't close the first few days and she honestly found him like an annoying little brother but as the nights passed and the more murders took place – she found herself as an older sister figure to the other. She couldn't possibly imagine what Cody is going through but she knew how heart-broken he probably is right now.

"Cody… I'm sorry.." Gwen spoke, "But we can't stay here. It's not safe." She stood up, gesturing for the other to do so as well. Cody followed. His mind was clouded, it was empty but somehow it was full of thoughts. It was too much to process, it was too overwhelming.

It was unfair.

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Part 2

Sequel

i needed to practice more on my writing and im very obsessed w this au rn!! i dont rlly write fanfics esp on this acc but we'll let this one slide 🕴️

[badasgirlfriend]

Love On The Down Low | Bada Lee Social Media AU

pairings: bada lee x zhong lei

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a/n: sorry for not updating i was going through some shit but im back and i def missed these two, hope u enjoy it😈

tw: suicidal thoughts pls dont read it if you are triggered by it

taglist: { @1luvkarina , @hallotherenicetomeetyou @fillthwvoid , @kdacase @prilux @jjlovesbada @waveartistry , @dkluvs , @pinksults , @tikitsune , @b1ackbunny , @adaiasafira, @froufrousnowman , @99ycs, @badaslali , @italiekim , @saturnushasmyback , @heedoya @fairiechuu @itsbokutosjuicyass , @tnu-ree @jesuschrist2006 , @ssivinee , @downbadforbada , @starryelling , @pupbistro }

Lei slid her phone into her bag and watched from afar as Bada sat on a nearby bench. Her face was hidden behind her signature bucket hat, the brim casting a shadow over her features.

The chinese girl let out a sigh as she thought how late it is for Bada to be outside, especially in a place she doesn't know. It had been several days since she had last seen the older girl, and she was beginning to worry.

She knew that Bada was going through a tough time, but she was trying her best to be understanding and supportive. She can't do much when Bada had been pushing her away, making it difficult for Lei to help her.

She pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling overwhelmed. She never asked to be a babysitter, but she had somehow ended up as one.

"I don't know how much longer I can do this" she sighed. "God, give me a sign, should I keep this up?"

"Is she crazy?"

"I think so"

Lei lowered her head, meeting the gazes of two kids. They were probably no more than 14 years old, and yet they stared at her with a mixture of confusion

"What are you staring at?" she yelled "Don't you have better things to do?"

"Don't you have better things to do than talk to no one?" the young girl mocked.

"Babe, stop it before she cries." the boy next to her said, giggling. Lei watched him closely, he seemed familiar

"Aren't you two supposed to be sleeping right now? It's past your bedtime," Lei said with a mischievous grin.

"Alright, stop grandma-" one of the kids shot back, rolling their eyes.

Lei smiled as she recognized the boy. "Aren't you Felix's cousin?"

She glanced over at the boy, now smirking when she recognized him, but her smirk deepened when she saw his smile disappear "Aren't you Felix's cousin?"

He grabbed his girlfriend's hand and pulled her away, a mixture of embarrassment and haste in his face

Lei laughed, amused by the couple's reaction "I'll be having a word with him" she said, watching the couple disappear into the distance.

Sighing, she looked at the park. Bada was still there, alone. She didn't want to go up to her, but she knew she had to. This was it, she thought to herself. It was going to be now or never.

As she took those first few steps towards Bada, she already felt her mind spinning with the possibilities.

Her heart pounded in her ears, each thudding beat like a hammer against her chest. Her hands trembled slightly, as if they might fail her at any moment.

It's not that deep...

She drew closer, still unable to see Bada's face. The older girl had hidden her face with her hands.

Bada wasn't okay.

Even an outsider could see it. Her days felt like a prison, with no escape in sight. The scandal, the comments, the constant hate. It was getting to her. The pressure was building and building, and Bada felt like she was suffocating.

This whole thing was funny, really. Why were her fans so quick to turn against her? Without a shred of proof, they were willing to throw her under the bus and bury her, just because a random girl she didn't know said so.

Just one sentence. One. And it destroyed everything.

This was her dream, and now it was being stolen away. She had made it this far, and the dream was within her grasp. But it was out of her reach now, stolen away by an allegation that could not be proven.

She could feel the sleeves of her hoodie being soaked by the tears that flowed down her cheeks. She didn't care. She needed to let it all out, and if a few tears ruined her hoodie in the process, so be it. Another cry rose up from her, all of her emotions bottled up and finally being released. It was too much, but it felt like such a relief at the same time.

It was scary because the thought of ending it all wasn't leaving her mind and it was sounding good. Everyone would be happy and relieved, even she would be in peave

She wouldn't be anyones bother, many people would be happy. After all she's doing them a favor and listening to them

She knew her members were right, she wasn't the Bada she used to be. The old her wasn't rude to strangers, didn't snap at everyone around her. Heck, she would never tell a gorgeous girl to leave her alone.

Not the time Bada…...

She took a deep breath and rubbed her hands across her face. She wiped away her tears, but her eyes remained swollen and red. Suddenly, she heard the snap of a twig behind her. She froze

What if it's dispatch…?

So many things were running through her mind, all at once. And for the first time, Bada felt a sense of relief as she heard her voice.

"Bada, are you okay?"

"Im fine" Her mind was a mess, and she was far from okay.

She didn't need to look up to know where she was. The warmth next to her told her all she needed to know.

"From afar away, you looked like a dealer " she chuckled, leaning back as her eyes rested on Bada's figure. "-or like you're having a mental breakdown. So... I'm going with the latter. Are you okay, Bada?"

"Do I look okay, Zhong?"

Bada finally turned to face Lei, and there was a slight hint of annoyance on her face. She wasn't too fond of the girl, that much was obvious. She also hated how kind and comforting she was, despite their rocky start.

Bada loathed how her voice sent shivers down her spine at every word and how she looked so effortlessly beautiful without even trying.

Lei bit her lip as if deep in thought, her eyes never leaving Bada's. The cold wind blew through Bada's hair, making it blow in unexpected directions. She was unable to look away. She studied the girl next to her, she knew she was crying. It doesn't take a genius to get that

But fuck did she look beautiful



"Hmm." Lei looked lower, taking in Bada's hidden face under her hat. "Red eyes, that means the dealer part is true."

Bada scoffed and turned her head away from Lei, trying to hide her small smile.

"I needed fresh air"

"Right, you needed fresh air" Lei nodded. "I understand, I'd feel the same if I was locked up ignoring everyone."

Bada shook her head, as if amused by her own actions. "Sorry about that."

"I know it's hard to live with a stranger, especially in this situation, I'm not saying we have to be best friends, but I meant it when I said earlier that you can always come to me for anything."

Bada stayed silent, not responding to her, so Lei continued "You don't need to keep everything inside you I know what it feels like for everyone to suddenly hate you, and to feel like no one understands you-"

"You don't understand." Bada cut her off harshly

Lei sighed, a hint of annoyance filling her voice. "Believe me, I do. I was also a trainee once, and I have an idol brother. I know everything."

"I'm fine really" Bada lied "Sometimes it gets too much that's all"

Lei nodded, she wasn't being entirely honest but it's a start "That's understandable"

A silence fell between them, and both girls just stared at the swings in front of them. They didn't speak, just listened to the sounds of the wind blowing through the park. It wasn't an awkward silence, but Bada still couldn't stand it. She couldn't stand being alone with her thoughts, so she decided to speak up again.

"What's up with you hating Hann?" Bada taunted with a smirk on her lips

Lei's face was caught off guard by the sudden question. How did she know that "W-what?"

"You said it's not that good" Bada repeated. "Now I know not everyone has good taste, but I'm curious. What did you mean by that?"

Lei rolled her eyes again, her tone turning haughty. "Really, Bada? Implying that I don't have good taste?"

"Hey just saying"

"Wait, how do you know about that?" Lei's face twisted into a smirk as she flicked Baka's hat. Bada scowled pushing her hand away

"Are you stalking me on twitter?"

Bada shook her head, too quickly for her liking "No I wasn't stalking you. Soojin just sent me your twitter account when she told me I was gonna live with you so I saw that tweet on accident."

"Sure," Lei replied in a teasing tone, a small smile now lighting up her face. "Follow me next time, no need to stalk me in secret."

"Don't change the topic" Bada chided her, now turning fully towards Lei.

"I was joking when I said Hann isn't good. It's actually one of my favorite songs" Lei said as she gathered her knees and put her chin on her knees.

"It was just to piss off my best friend" she added with a grin

"Hanni right? The one with Yeeun's left toe username" fuck Bada for giving herself this easy, now she really sounds like a stalker "Yeeun loved her by the way"

"If I tell Hanni about this, she'll pass out." Lei laughed softly before adding "She's a huge fan of your group."

Bada smiled, the first genuine one that Lei has ever seen. "Well, I'll make sure she gets a signed album from all of us." Bada's smile quickly disappeared "If I ever go back" her tone suddenly growing cold like a winter storm.

"You produce almost all of your group's songs right?" Lei leaned closer, their shoulders now almost touching.

Bada stared at her for a moment, confused she nodded. Lei smiled, reaching out her hand.

"Come on, let's go somewhere." She continued, shaking the plastic burger king bag in front of Bada.

"I know a place you'll like. Plus we can share this burger" she said with a wink.

"I'm not sure-" Bada started, her tone unsure as she stared at Lei's hand.

Lei sighed in exasperation. "Come on, I'm not asking you anymore."

Bada yelped as she was quickly dragged away, her hands numb in the bitter cold. Lea's hands were soft and warm, the contrast almost too much to handle.

Nonetheless she followed the shorter girl

Bada was surprised when Lei took her to a studio, a home recording studio to be more precise.

She was left speechless at how big and well-equipped it was. She knew that Lei loved to sing, but she didn't know that she was this serious about it.

She touched the buttons of the monitor in awe, her awe quickly turning to excitement. "This is amazing, you make songs?"

"Yes" Lei nodded, motioning for Bada to sit. "And sometimes I sell them depends if I like the artist"

She just hoped that Bada would not notice the fake smile on her face. After all, what happened during her training days left her with so much trauma, but the love for music was something she could never lose.

Yes, she was scared to perform in front of other people, and for other reasons, which was why she initially began selling her songs. But she still wanted her songs to be heard, not by her though.

"You sell your songs?" Bada's eyes widened as she sat down next to Lei. She was filled with curiosity now. "What songs have you made? And who did you sell them to?"

"No" Lei replied, her tone turning playful

"Come on" Bada nudged her, pointing at the computer in front of them. "Show me" she repeated.

Lei laughed and gave in, turning towards her console to open up the files in front of them. Bada saw another folder with the name 'Lei's private songs' but didn't mention it

With one click a folder full with songs opened. Bada leaned in licking her lips as she stared at the screen. She knew most of these songs, but what surprised her they were all western artists songs, but one song caught her off guard

Bada turned to Lei quickly, her face filled with surprise. "Wait dude, you wrote 'Never Felt So Alone'?"

Lei turned towards her, looking at Bada's face before replying, her voice filled with a hint of nervousness.

"Yes" she said. "Did you like it"

"You listened to it?" Bai asked. Her voice sounded hopeful, as if waiting for a good response.

"Did you like it?"

"I had it on repeat when it came out," Bada admitted, making Lei smile.

"So you're the famous unknown girl who sings with him?" Bada wondered. "Why didn't Labyrinth give you credits?"

"I didn't want to" Lei replied. "I want to stay anonymous."

"Are you crazy?" Bada asked, she looked at Lei as if she grew two heads "Do you know how much people wanna know the girl who sings in that song?"

"I know but I don't care," Lei replied. "I like it like this."

Bada was quiet, and her gaze returned to the computer.

"I noticed you only wrote songs for Western artists" Bada said, as her eyes followed the words on the screen.

"You never wrote kpop songs before?"

"No" She said grabbing the burger she got along with the knife she took before coming upstairs "I only helped Chenle with a few songs but other than that nothing"

She cut the burger in half slowly and Bada only watched her. Something was weird but Bada didn't want to push it, in the end it's not her place

"But I like it like this" Lei said through her teeth. "I give it to them willingly."

"They give me money" she added with a shrug. "We both get something out of it."

Lei held out the half-burger, and Bada accepted. Her eyes remained fixed on the younger girl, as she took a bite from the burger.

"I'm sharing my burger with you – be grateful," Lei said with a smirk, pointing at her

Bada rolled her eyes, her expression turning playful as she let out a small thank you. She looked around the studio, the cozy environment and the familiar layout calming her somewhat.

The walls of the studio were covered in white paint, though the pink LED lights created a vibrant atmosphere that brought the room together. Some old vinyl records and colorful band posters hung on the walls, adding a hint of personality to the space.

In one corner, a cute black leather two-seater sofa sat beneath a small round armchair. Near the sofa there was a whiteboard hung on the wall. It had some polaroids of Lei and her friends taped to and a few written notes that Bada assumed were from her friends

The recording booth was an added bonus that made the studio even better. Although she didn't mind working in studios without a booth, it definitely improved the songs in the long run.

In another corner, there was a keyboard piano and two guitars on display.

"When Chenle debuted and got his first wage, he bought me that brown guitar" Lei said, catching Bada's fully attention

"I remember telling him to spend his money on things he needed, but he was so stubborn, he still is" Lei continued, both of them laughing.

She sighed at the memory of young Chenle giving her the guitar, a conflicting mix of happiness and sadness flowing through her.

It was a happy yet sad memory for her. He was so happy that day she vividly remembered him saying 'I made it because of you'

She never told anyone she cried a week because of that

"He's a really nice man" Bada said softly, tossing the wrapper in the trash.

"When Soojin first introduced him to us" she went on "I expected him to be awkward and nervous."

"But man was he hyped" she added with a grin.

Lei laughed in response, that sounds like her brother.

"Honestly, I don't know what goes through his mind." Lei grabbed a notebook and pen, opening the first pages to check if she wrote something on it.

Finding nothing, she turned towards the idol and handed it to her

"What's this?" Bada asked, raising an eyebrow and looking at the blue notebook. "You want an autograph"

Lei scoffed at the idea, shaking her head. "You wish."

Bada smirked back, turning towards the notebook. "Oh no need to deny it." She began writing something, then signing it. She tore the page and gave it to Lei.

"Yah, to my number one fan?" Lei exclaimed hitting her shoulder lightly "Im not your fan"

Bada's smirk never left her face, she was enjoying this "You act like one"

"I gave you this to write songs," Lei huffed, a tone of annoyance in her voice. "Can't even be nice these days."

"Wait." Bada dragged on her words slightly, before repeating what Lei had said in a tone of surprise.

"You gave me this to write songs?" she asked.

A look of confusion filled her face, and she slowly turned towards Lei. "Why?"

"I don't know, you can get inspired and write something," Lei said with a smirk, "you can always use my studio too, I don't mind."

Bada's face lit up with excitement. "Really?" she asked eagerly, her expression turning into a bright smile when the other gitl said yes. "Thank you"

She opened the notebook again and wrote down 'Bada's Lyrics Diary (Australia Version)' in big, bold letters. She began drawing some cute doodles to go along with the title, smiling to herself as the memories came flooding back.

Lei's jaw dropped as she saw that the oreo haired girl started writing already. "You're already writing this fast?" She asked in amazement.

"After all the shit that happened, I definitely had some inspiration" she said with a smile, not looking up

Lei chuckled, coming close to the older girl to see what she was writing. And for the first time in so long, Bada was happy and she had fun. She was quick to judge Lei, cut her some slack, everyone has bad first impressions of someone

Bada was grateful, truly. After two weeks of not being home, of being in a messy state, this would definitely help her feel better. She needed to get back into herself, and making music was definitely the tool to do that.

Today started bad, but it was ending good

And Bada could only thank the girl next to her

[thoughtsforsoob]

hello!!! is it okay if I ask for something when you’re overwhelmed with adulting and you feel helpless wanting to be a kid again so you go cry to yeonjun and he comforts you I need it so bad rn 😭😭

a/n: Im clearing out my inbox at the moment! I am doing my best but it might take me a little while. im trying to get back into writing so hopefully I can get back into the swing of things soon. please enjoy and as always, inbox remains open!

yeonjun had been waited at home for you for over 2 hours. you were supposed to have come home and long time ago yet you were nowhere to be found. this left yeonjun a little worried but also frustrated. he'd had a really long day for shoots for their new magazine cover as well as recording for an upcoming single release. despite his mixed feelings, he remained seated on the couch of your shared apartment.

after the fourth hour of waiting, he heard keys enter the lock at the front door and the door eventually opened. he stood up to go greet you at the door but was immediately concerned. you practically stumbled in. Your shoes were untied, hair no longer up as it was this morning, mascara running down your cheeks and overall, just looking disheveled as ever. he knew something was wrong and was going to get to the bottom of it.

he grabbed your things from you and set them down. he helped you take your shoes and coat off and once you were all ready to come inside, you just broke and wrapped your arms around him.

"jun, im so tired." was all you could muster in your exhausted state.

"I can see, dear. im going to help you recover. I dunno what happened to you today but you are clearly in need of a recharge. how about you get in the bath and I'll handle dinner?" he hugged you tight and kissed your forehead when he was done speaking. you agree to the bath so he runs upstairs and runs a warm bath for you to soak in for a little while, even sneaking in some bubble bath solution to brighten your evening.

once your bath was over and you were in a comfortable pair of pj's, he helped you down stairs to eat dinner. he'd made you a comfort soup and he even helped to feed you, jokingly making airplane sounds to see you smile. he hated seeing you so tired and over it. he knew this wasn't like you.

once dinner was all done, he took the bowls to the sink and then took you to the couch. he make sure to bring out all of your favorite fluffy blankets and pillows so you'd be comfortable. he got the both of you situated on the couch and turned on the tv. you were basically laying on top of him but he could care less. if it made you happy then so be it.

when turning on the tv, he turns over to you and smiled, "maybe we can watch some cartoons?" you nod and he picks something fun and light hearted to watch.

[angy-grrr]

Just another queer ship

I know many of you just are here bc you wanted to see bkdk metas years ago -many have left since then, changed accounts, stopped getting my content, or just moved on to the work others do in the fandom-, but I also know some of you feel at least a little bit like me. You felt connected to this for many reasons, as many as the amount of followers I have, but I want to talk about me, hoping the ones that understand also get to have... something, I guess.

These ships were important to me partially bc of being my special interest, partially bc they are queer; I know some ppl believe its wrong of others to enjoy shipping "just bc they are gay", they just have been a huge part of my life and followed me thru different stages of accepting queerness on its own and on myself. Its kind of funny, how this started when I just tried so hard to be non queer and how it ended when I accept that im a genderqueer lesbian.

I remember back then I saw romance as that uncomfortable pressure of expectation and need of validation whenever an older guy (like young man I mean, I was like 13 so older guy looked like that) was in front of me -bc romance was always like that-, how picking a random guy means love, or how eye contact means im telling that guy Im interested in him. Because romance is always about a boy and girl just ending together as the ending of all stories -if I wanted to do things right, I needed that, I needed to show off a random guy to others, even metaphorically, as long as him and I were never completely alone (this "relationship" needed to be useful for something, for others to see how great I do this, how im a winner in life).

Its funny, isnt it? I really wanted this to be a subversion, to understand how complex these feelings can be and that a girl and boy can be friends and be so important to each other, that the feelings you have for someone "you arent supposed to like" can be real, and strong, and impact you forever.

I dont care about what we got.

To whoever is reading this, if anyone does at all, im guessing you could be another queer person who got their heart broke because the shonen that wasn't supposed to be like other shonen ended up like all the stories do. So to you let me tell you this:

Don't you dare give your heart for this. There are so many harmful many things in this world, and I dont want you wasting your spirit over a story that never cared about us. Im nobody to tell anyone anything but I dont want us to once again yearn for a queer story in the shows, books, comics and movies that clearly dont want us there.

Its normal to feel the overwhelming pressure in your life -there are tons of things to worry about, so many injustices- and wanting to find comfort in media, and how it hurts when the author takes that away from you. Im not telling you to stop shipping or consuming what you watch, im telling you to use that into something for all of us. There are queer shows, music, entertainment, communities, etc., and we can also use fandom spaces to create and see what makes us feel seen -thats the rule of fandom, if nobody has written it then do it yourself even if its ugly and imperfect.

The ending of THE manga that has been by my side for what could be half my life is everything I feared it would be, but Im the most queer I have ever been. The manga wasn't for us? Okay, I'll be part of whatever I create then.