#idk so pls lmk if i should change the tags

[wawapiggy]

me when i witness the horrors:

transformations are very very cool :3

also this is for time week on the lu discord server

[them-nasties]

commission of a cutie for @Rachelhellhound ;]

Full on my Twitter

[lewisvinga]

that’s my girl | lance stroll x fem! reader

summary; lance’s fans hated y/n for her personality and willingness to defend him and herself at any cost. however, their views on her change when a fan meets her and posts all about it

fc; tara yummy

warnings; suggestive comments

taglist; @namgification

note; requested! i’ve been obsessed w tara yummy lately but yall my requests are closed atm, i’ll open them soon once i finish w the requests i have rn 😫 so pls bear w me n be patient 🙏

masterlist !

liked by lance_stroll, lilymhe, and others!

yourusername: my man bought me chanel. sick.

username: not her not tagging lance…

yourusername: don’t want people looking at what’s mine 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

lance_stroll: acting like you weren’t begging for a bag and a pair of shoes🤣

yourusername: not u exposing me 😩

lance_stroll: just telling the truth 🤫

lance_stroll: anything for my girl❤️

yourusername: wahhh

username: i wanna be like y/n

yourusername: to be like y/n, u gotta have the y/n mindset 💆‍♀️💆‍♀️

username: she ate this tho icl

username: ugh i don’t like her, she’s such a gold digger and it’s so obvious

yourusername: gold digger is when girl receives bags from millionaire boyfriend🤕

username: she’s so ugly and unclassy, idk why lance is dating her

yourusername: you’re pretty unclassy, but while we’re at it, lance just made out w me 😁😁

lilymhe: WOWWWW you’re so hot i can treat u better than him

yourusername: i can treat u better than alex bae

liked by lance_stroll, carmenmmundt, and others

yourusername: i 🖤 st tropez

username: here she goes again w the not tagging him💀💀💀

yourusername: big deal , i’m literally sitting on him and he watched me post this 🥱🥱

username: THE SECOND PICTURE???? IS SO???😩😩😩😩😩

username: omg the second picture i’m gonna go crazy

username: who even took the last picture?

yourusername: my boyfriend 🔥

lance_stroll: beautiful as always😍

yourusername: gonna give you a big fat kiss

username: i actually like her but he’s all daddy’s money, she should date some other driver who earned his spot

yourusername: LMFAOOO, babe most drivers on the grid ARE nepo babies and come from rich families 💀 yall just mad that lawrence is a loving father 🤕🤕

username: she ate this one thing up

username: i love her idc attitude idk

username: i don’t! she’s so mean and disrespectful to lance’s fans, it’s so nasty

yourusername: no i just defend myself and lance, maybe if yall weren’t coming at my neck every 5 seconds i’d be nicer 🥱🥱

carmenmmundt: GORGEOUS 😍

yourusername: NOOO YOUU😩

liked by lance_stroll, yourusername, and others

f1wagupdates:

a fan met y/n l/n while in new york city! she said that y/n was super nice, complimented her outfit, and even introduced her to lance! turns out the black cat of the paddock is super sweet!

tagged; yourusername, lance_stroll

username: her smile :( she looks so sweet

username: ugh i love her idc what yall think

username: omg omg i was that girl, she even gave me her lip gloss bc i asked about the shade😩

yourusername: lmk what u think bb bc the formula is so chefs kiss

username: omg shes in nyc??? i need to meet her nowww

yourusername: for a couple more days, may or may not pop up in saks tmrw at noon🤭

username: y’all were just bitter she’s dating your fave!! y/n will always be her

username: u could never catch me hating on mother

yourusername: i promise you guys i’m not scary😩😩 i’ll just defend my man or myself whenever 🤷‍♀️

lance_stroll: y/n is the sweetest girl i’ve ever met. she’s made me the happiest man ever. hating on her means hating me. i would take legal action against some people who leave nasty comments but y/n’s against it. she’s the best girl i could ever ask for. liked by yourusername, f1wagupdates and others!

lance_stroll: but that’s my girl ❤️

lance_stroll: and that ladies and gentlemen is how to make the y/n l/n giggle

yourusername: STOP EXPOSING ME😖

[startaee]

a second chance .

reo x reader; reader's got her space and might get back with reo. Pt.1, not an equal.

tws, reo cries.

reblog if you like it!

the first part was pretty decent, but the number of reblogs just really demotivated me idk, here's the second & final part :)

it wasn’t that you didn’t mean anything to him earlier, but after your breakup, reo slowly realized that you were irreplaceable. everything about you was perfect and no woman his mother set him up with could ever reach your level.

a week after your breakup, you started to receive bouquets of your favorite flowers with cute little handwritten notes. he sent them to your home but surprisingly, never to your office. 

you never texted him about it, you just replaced the old flowers with the new ones.

“y’know, he really misses you, y/n.” your only mutual friend, isagi yoichi, the one who introduced the two of you, sighed deeply, sitting at your table and frowning.

“doesn’t matter, yoichi. he needs to respect my boundaries.” you whispered under your breath, cleaning the vase as you put the pink tulips inside. the pink tulips were your favorite. they were the first flowers reo had purchased for you. “but, y/n he does! it’s been a month already! you’ve got your promotion and he’s done nothing but wait and give you your space.” isagi argued, he didn’t see the point of this break-up. all he saw was two of his friends feeling lonely and sad.

“yeah, but-”

“no buts, y/n! call him! or text him! he’s learned his mistake and he’s gonna apologize if you just for god’s sake give him a chance!” isagi got up from the chair, shaking his head as he walked out of your apartment.

“jeez, what’s up his ass.” you said to yourself, placing the vase on the counter and staring at it. “maybe i should call him…” you didn’t really believe that he’d changed in a month, but you were curious. unlocking your phone, you entered his name and pressed the call button.

ring. ring. ri-

“y/n?!?!?” a smile unconsciously formed on your face. 

“uh…did you dial the wrong number??? y/n i’m sorry by the way-” reo started off rambling, worried that you might have misdialed and that he only had a few seconds to tell you everything. “and i promise i’ll never do it again, but please-”

inhaling deeply, you said, “thank you for the flowers. and the notes…i appreciate it.” and his words came to a halt. the other side was completely silent, so you looked at your phone to see if the call was disconnected or something. as you put it back on your ear, you could hear soft sniffles. huh? was he crying?

“reo…?” you called out worriedly. “‘m sorry, it’s…jus’ been so long..” he referred to hearing your voice, making you smile again. you knew what he meant and considered forgiving him. he sounded really sorry. and he hadn’t interfered with your work at all, so maybe giving him a second chance wouldn’t be such a bad idea."

taglist: @itsliasworld @rroxii @reiners-milkbiddies @rose-ly @pompomnanamin @chuudreamer @jujutsukaisenfan .

(sorry,, if you didn't wanna be tagged pls lmk im very confused rn !!)

[yerinyh]

                                                                                   ｡  :  °  ஐ @innayh​

     had you asked two years ago, what makes a home? she’d smile and laugh and say “home is where mom and dad are. its where i feel the safest.” dismantle the foundation, break down the walls and learn the secrets behind them. what is she to do when the two people she were meant to trust with her life were the very ones she should be afraid of? the weight of losing everything hunched her shoulders, foreign cots and makeshift sheets could not stave off nightmares of evil people and their misguided intentions. 

     she distinctly remembers the first morning she’d awoken, fully rested without the plague of restless anxiety. it had been months since then, fight or flight on constant high, worried that at any moment she’d be dragged back to the cage she was brainwashed into thinking was her safe haven. that morning she’d opened her eyes, feeling the warmth of the three strips of sunlight that peeked from her blinds, the peace that blanketed over her knowing she got to sleep in on a sunday morning. then, came the smell of freshly brewed tea from the morning, and yerin thought, right. this is home. 

     there was a certain gratitude held for kwon inna, to take a chance on a stranger and extend a home to someone she’d only known briefly. memories of domesticity with family was marred with distrust and betrayal, but now yerin thinks, perhaps those memories could be replaced. 

     she doesn’t know when she slipped into routine so seamlessly, the highlight of her day being able to share a meal the other after a long day of work. some nights the teahouse owner was busy, which she understood, but nothing beat coming home to the aroma of a home cooked meal. yerin sat, deflated in her seat after stuffing herself to the brim with inna’s cooking. 

     “i’m not so much of a great cook just yet, but i swear i’m a different person when baking, you know. its strawberry season, isn’t it? i can make us homemade mochi tomorrow. if you’re not busy, that is. its really good, i swear! you have to try it.” 

[d3athwish]

alright that’s it pals, i’m caving. i’m making a dnp sideblog. stay tuned!

[toranekooo]

WELCOME TO... HALLOWEEN NIGHT. [EVENT CLOSED~]

hello, everyone!! mod maiko here, but for this event, i'm gonna be the host to a halloween of trick or treating~ to ignite some activity in this blog, i'll be hosting a very very quick halloween event! prev pinned here.

the mechanics of this one will be super simple, all you have to do is say...trick or treat!

mechanics:

to participate in the event, you simply have to send me an ask saying:

“(character) says: knock knock, trick or treat!”

you're free to use any character from my sources, so long as they aren't in my blacklist. any characters coming from outside sources will be deleted. try to imagine the character is your costume for this event!

you can receive either of the two responses to your ask, a trick or a treat!

if you receive a treat, i'll make an edit of your character based on what type of candy you received! there are three types of candies: hard candy (icons), gummy bears (layouts), and chocolate bars (wallpapers) !

however, if you receive a trick...fufufu~ you'll have to solve a riddle, in order to get your prize! not to worry, the riddle will be about an edit of mine! i will, very vaguely albeit, describe an edit i have made, and you just have to look for it! once you find it, send it via another ask saying:

“(character) says: knock knock, the trick is done! the answer is: (name of edit/link to edit)”

once you solve the riddle, you're free to pick between any of the three candies~! if you solve incorrectly, i will reveal the answer and you'll automatically receive a hard candy!

anons are allowed to participate, but please remember to use a sign-off so i know who you are! also be nice in my asks, a please and thank you never hurt, even in spooky times~!

there will be a daily limit to trick-or-treaters! i will only be answering four asks everyday! candy isn't unlimited yk :( if you don't see your ask answered, come back the next day and send it again~! buuut, if i've already given you a treat or a trick, no more the next day, okay? i'll be posting a warning on how many candies i have left to give, so dont worry!!

this event will run for three days! from the 1st of november to the 4th (GMT+8) the end date may come earlier or later due to changes in my schedule, but i intend to fulfill the event till the end!

now, i haven't done an actual proper event since...a very long time, so if you don't mind, i'd like to ask for a promo! pls lmk if i should remove your tag and thank you so much!!

@flowergardeneditz @wnyawn @kureinas @himerustarz @eiternityy @elwindss @paintingofdawn @ickiuz @sakurango @vymprena @luvconut @twisted-lies + anyone else who would be kind enough to! idk much here anymore TvT but thank you so much!!!

[berrykook]

can’t bear it (y!hs)

set in the overtime universe

in which hoseok is just trying to help you understand that he knows what’s best for you and you feel yourself start to slip

contents: yandere!hoseok, kidnapping, “gaslighting” / manipulation, vomit, gore / mutilation, good/bad little girl rhetoric

word count: 3.7k

a/n: thanks for the request !! i had fun writing it heheh

i’m tagging gaslighting in quotations because i feel like hoseok is like,, KiNdA gaslighting but pretty lightly

also idk why my mc’s always be throwing up LOL it’s just for a second i swear

my inbox is open for yandere requests! i do not write non-con, hitting (punching, slapping, etc.), or ddlg / ageplay (in this fic i included good/bad little girl rhetoric because i thought it would make hoseok seem more spooky but otherwise i do not write ageplay --- use of word daddy is ok)

lmk what u guys think!

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Your stomach softly growled as you stared down into your takeout box of noodles and studied the way the sauce doesn’t cling to some vegetables. Hoseok ordered your favorite again, but you couldn’t remember ever loving this dish. He must have been referring to the time before he brought you to live with him (an incident in which your head was hit very hard).

Hoseok stared at you like he always did, refusing to eat until he saw you take the first bite. He sat with his hands folded, watching you and your hazy mind work through dinnertime. All you had to do was pick up your chopsticks and eat, but something in you could not bring yourself to do so.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Not hungry?”

Whether it was intentional or not, Hoseok’s tone never came out of the woods. He spoke slowly in low tones as if he was always ready to pounce on you. You wondered if he spoke to his employees the same way.

You gingerly picked up your chopsticks.

“You haven’t been eating well lately. Is something wrong?” Hoseok is wringing his hands now. You began to stare back at him.

You remained silent for a long moment before saying clearly, “Yes. I don’t feel well.”

Hoseok clicks his tongue, rising from his seat across from you to sit next to you instead. He rests his hand on yours. Hoseok wasn’t overly affectionate which you were lucky for at the beginning of this relationship, but you now felt touch-starved and undesirable. He held an immense amount of power over you and he knew it too.

“What’s wrong? Talk to me,” he mumbled, placing a palm against your forehead. “You’re not warm. I seriously doubt you’re sick, you never are. Tell me what’s wrong, please.” He leaned in closer.

You held back a huff of frustration, knowing how angry he got when you weren’t his perfect little girl. Hoseok knew exactly how to get under your skin and scare you shitless. If you weren’t careful and deliberate with every motion, every phrase, every word, he would catch on in a heartbeat and do whatever it took to show you he owned you. It only took three days in his basement for you to confess your love for him and start begging to be let out.

You fidgeted nervously, quickly glancing at the front door behind Hoseok. He hadn’t let you out in nearly six months and as much as you loved him, you were beginning to get antsy.

Hoseok was scary, but treated you well. He thoroughly explained on several occasions how much you needed him and how he loved you so deeply that it was in his very nature to keep you protected from the world like this. He even let you free from being chained in his basement after only a couple weeks, which was awesome! Hoseok never called himself your boyfriend, but you figured he was close enough. He fed you when you weren’t being bad and he recited his love for you often. It terrified you when you first met that time you woke up in his basement, but with time you found yourself believing him more and more. This was not living, but you were becoming so far gone from your past that it seemed like perhaps this sheltered life was what you were meant to receive.

Hoseok studied you deeply, noticing immediately how your eyes darted behind him at the front door. He sighed, mentally preparing himself to pull out all the stops to get the idea out of your pretty little head.

“Mm, baby, are you bored? Did you want to go outside?” He smiled a bit, stroking the back of your head and looking at you sweetly.

Immediately, you furrowed your brows and gripped his hand tighter. You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off.

“You must be tired of being cooped up in the house all day...don’t you want to see what’s out there?”

Hoseok stood up, placing a hand on your back to guide you up as well.

“H-Hobi, I don’t need to. I don’t mind staying inside…” you said bashfully, tugging his hand to lead him back into his chair.

His smile was wide like the Cheshire Cat’s. He reached to hold your face by your chin.

“No, I’m sure you must be going crazy being in here all day. Let’s go outside. Maybe you can run around a bit so your appetite can return.”

You weren’t stupid. You saw from the windows that Hoseok lived in a deep forest and made a lengthy commute each day to the city for his work. Perhaps Hoseok was feeling particularly sadistic today. You had been on your best behavior as of late - you listened well, ate when you didn’t feel ill, wore what he chose for you, told him you loved him and cuddled him and let him kiss you. His obtuseness came completely out of left field. You were the best little girl you could be - it made no sense.

“Hobi, I’m really hungry now. I would like to eat.” By the end of your statement, you were whispering fearfully as he was now leaning in close enough to kiss you.

“Don’t be silly. I saw you looking at the door. Come on,” he tugged you along, bending to tie your shoes for you.

“Hoseok, I really think I should go eat, please. I don’t want to go outside, it’ll be cold and dark and we’re in the forest, pl-”

“You know you want to leave. Don’t you? Wasn’t it only a few weeks ago you were saying you wanted to leave me?”

You’re crying now. “No! Please, I don’t want to leave, I love you, I swear! Hobi, I’ve changed!” Hoseok ignores your cries, pushing you out the front door with a smack on your ass.

“Be back in an hour, sweetheart. I don’t want the wild animals to find you.”

He slammed the door in your face and you began to hyperventilate for a moment. You knew he didn’t retreat from his spot at the door and he could clearly hear your cries. How did just looking at the door for a moment lead to this?

You spent a few minutes on your knees, bawling into your hands on the front porch. The tall forest prematurely made it nightfall at the ground level. After another few minutes, something caught your eye deeper into the woods. You stood slowly, hoping you were correct.

It was a car. A parked red van within walking distance of Hoseok’s house. Your legs moved on their own towards it. You were certain it didn’t belong to Hoseok as you kissed him goodbye from outside his black sedan each day. The drive to get away from Hoseok kicked in like a horse as you began running towards this car, desperate for help or some more information on where in the country the house was. If you were lucky, somebody would be in the car.

You were close enough to read the license plate when a searing pain shot through your leg and burned every cell in your body. You fell forward, coughing up a bit of your stomach after. You screamed for a moment, but then your body stopped taking in air effectively and you were left on the ground like a fish out of water.

You sobbed, desperately searching for a switch or button to release the contraption stuck around your ankle. Just a few yards from the car, chained to a tree was a steel bear trap that you stepped into perfectly. The claws dug well into the flesh on your leg, pouring blood over the forest floor as your heartbeat became erratic. Its jaws were locked far too strongly for you to pry apart. The house was barely visible to you now as the sun set completely and you were utterly stuck by this soccer mom van in the middle of god knows where.

The clock continued to tick as your hour of “freedom” was coming to a close. You wanted to throw up again at the sight of yourself. You nearly called out to Hoseok for help, but restrained yourself quickly. He was right - he always was. He was right for keeping you inside the way he did. You couldn’t even run half a mile into the forest without getting caught in a bear trap. The clinking of metal chains reminded you of your time in Hoseok’s basement and how cold it was and how hungry you became. You were hungry now as well, even through the nausea, and you let out a sad cry as your stomach growled angrily again. If Hoseok ever saved you again, you would eat everything he put in front of you with gusto. You leaned your head against the thick trunk of the tree you were chained to and watched the bugs on the floor crawl by. Your heart twinged as you missed Hoseok after just an hour apart. You felt you were no better than the insects you were watching. 

The pain in your leg was unlike anything you had felt before. You knew it was unrealistic to die from a bear trap, but you felt like you were at the brink. You had long since given up trying to claw the trap apart, stopping when the third of your fingernails split. The blood from your ankle made its way all over the white sweater Hoseok had picked out for you that morning. Hopefully an actual bear would come by and put you out of your misery before Hoseok could come by and chastise you for getting your clothes dirty.

Eventually, you heard his voice through the trees. “Sweetheart!” His voice sang and you panicked at the thought of how angry he would be that you got yourself hurt. You saw a light coming from the direction of your house and you braced yourself to soon be found.

You didn’t have the energy to yell back at him, so you waited for him to find you instead. Hoseok was smarter than you would like to admit and he obviously already knew that you wouldn’t make it far. Yet, he took his sweet, sweet time searching for you.

Eventually, his flashlight landed on your chest and you looked away, nervous to see him. He sighed.

“Oh, baby...look what you did,” he tsked. He stood above you with his hands on his hips, shaking his head. He made a noise of disdain when your lower lip began to tremble. “Hurts, doesn’t it? I would help make it all better, but you’ve been such a bad girl lately. I thought you knew better than to go outside, but I guess you just couldn’t listen to me.”

You covered your mouth to hide your snivelling. “I’m s-so sorry!”

“I know you are, baby. See, if you listen to me and stay inside like a good girl, then these things won’t happen. What am I gonna do with you?” Hoseok bent down to face level with you, still sitting against the tree trunk shivering in immense pain. “I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do, and earlier you sure made it clear that you don’t want to be in my house with me…”

You sobbed, reaching to hold his shoulders. “No! I want to go back home and be with you. I’m sorry for being ungrateful, I just want to be with you!” Hoseok clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“Is that really what you want, baby? You really want to come back and live with me?” Hoseok spoke slowly, letting you marinate in the ache of your calf. He knew you loved him. Putting you in solitary confinement for the first two months was more than enough for you to worship the ground he walks on. Some days, he just needed to tease you a little.

“Yes, please. I’m sorry, I’ll never leave you, I swear.” Hoseok stared at you with a smile before taking your face into his hands and kissing you for a long moment.

“Good. Jin-hyung is going to help you with your leg, okay?”

Hoseok fishes in his pockets before pulling out a silver key and unlocking the chains around the tree.

“Wow, baby, you must have really run into this trap for it to have closed on you so hard...we better take it out in the house.”

You stared at him in shock. “This...this trap was yours?” Hoseok smoothed the top of your head.

“Everything on this land is mine,” he hissed with a sweet smile. 

“B-but, I’ve never seen you drive this car. And why do you have bear traps!? You don’t hunt, Hoseok!” You are steadily becoming more hysterical and Hoseok sighs, hugging you to him. You holler at the pain of him shifting your leg.

“Baby, this is Jungkook’s car. You remember him, right? He’s taking his fianceè to Busan soon and they’ll need a car to hold their kids someday. He’s keeping it here because his apartment only gives him one parking space.” Hoseok kisses your cheek, rubbing your back when your crying intensifies. Ah, he’ll need to bring you back home soon before you lose too much blood. “You can understand that, can’t you?”

Hyperventilating on top of a foot caught in a bear trap had you lightheaded. You rested your cheek against Hoseok’s shoulder. “How am I supposed to get this off my foot?” You sobbed.

Hoseok cooed, rubbing your back a little harder. “I thought you knew what’s best for yourself...since you’re such a big girl and you always take ca-”

You cut him off with a wail. “Hoseok, please help me! I’ll die here, please!” He hissed at your yelling on his shoulder.

“Shh, stop that! Ah, I guess I can try and help you get back to the house. I thought you didn’t need someone like me…” Hoseok got started on unchaining the trap.

“No, I-I do need you! I’m sorry, I’ll never act out again…” you mumbled ashamedly. Hoseok heaved you up with a pained scream from you. He kissed your cheek in a lame attempt to calm you.

“Yeah? Are you going to be my good girl and stay inside the house?”

You cried a bit harder when he said this, remembering how you bawled on his front steps after he shut the door on you.

“Yes, I promise,” you whimpered.

“Good. Jin-hyung will be here in an hour to help fix you. Shh, don’t cry, I know it’s a long time,” he whispered to you. You cried all the way to the house and all the way down the concrete stairs to Hoseok’s basement.

“I don’t like it here, Hobi, please...can’t we go somewhere else?” Hoseok calmed your weeping by playing with your hair.

“This is what’s best. I’m here with you, my love...remember I love you so much.” He kissed your forehead softly. “We’ll get you out of this mess.”

You wrapped your hands around the sheets of the bed Hoseok placed you on and writhed in agony.

“It hurts,” you mumbled, still crying softly.

Hoseok cooed, “Aw, my baby…”

The anger within you began to rise like a tidal wave. Perhaps it was being back in this bed under Hoseok’s house, or perhaps you were finally understanding the lengths Hoseok would go to in order to claim you. The throbbing in your ankle aligned with a new throbbing in your head. Hoseok lay with you on the bed you woke up chained to all those months ago when he first took you. It took three strokes to the top of our head for you to snap.

“You did this to me,” you whispered, turning your face away from him.

Hoseok stopped stroking your hair as if he had just been doused with cold water.

“Huh? Say that again for me, baby, I didn’t quite hear you.” Hoseok tangled his fingers in your hair. You braced yourself for a harsh tug.

“This is your trap. I didn’t even want to go outside. I wasn’t even being bad.”

You didn’t force yourself to look at him as you spoke. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had stood up to him...was it recent? Wasn’t it during those first three days in his basement? It felt like a dream.

“I’ve been perfect these last few months. You kidnapped me yet I have been perfect for you! I didn’t deserve this!” You were steadily becoming hysterical. It felt good to let yourself become unraveled after weeks of living complacently in his clutch. Hoseok still hadn’t said anything, still keeping his hand gently against your scalp.

“How could you do this to me? I’ve done everything you’ve asked of me and you put me in a bear trap for what? Not eating my dinner? I didn’t eat because you make me sick!”

At this point, Hoseok began calmly rising from the bed and making his way over to your trapped foot. You barely noticed, too wound up in your angry rant. You didn’t care anymore. There was just no right way to be Hoseok’s victim, and there was no hope for escape either. You were surrounded by miles of forest and the only communication with other humans was Hoseok’s equally repulsive friends and two of them were moving across the country soon. You envied them and their stupid red van and happy little life. You had only met Jungkook and his fiancèe once, but they seemed to love each other deeply. You once wished for something like that, at least before Hoseok came into your life.

“You stupid motherfucker! Piece of shit! Fix my fucking leg, you asshole!” Hoseok watched you yell with blank eyes before cracking a slight smile. He chuckled, adoring the way your tongue was so sharp.

“Are you done, sweetie?” He massaged your calves. The pain in your foot almost felt as hot as the rage bubbling through your veins at the moment.

“You’re going to burn in hell for what you’ve done to me. Son of the devil,” you hissed.

Hoseok grinned wordlessly again before placing his hands on both sides of the bear trap and releasing its jaws with a manly grunt. A scream ripped through you, dying into dry sobs after a moment. You supposed it was good that he did it when you were furious and the adrenaline was pushing you off the edge.

Hoseok was panting heavily. “Baby, did you know that some animals gnaw their own limbs off to free themselves from bear traps?” You watched with a glare as he fiddled with the contraption. You prayed that he would be offended enough to just kill you already. “I haven’t seen it happen myself. Some hunters find bear traps inhumane for that very reason. I understand. The animal has done no wrong, correct?” The shoddy lighting of his basement cast a shadow over his face.

“I can’t imagine how it would feel to be so helpless like that...so scared and alone...you must have felt that way back in that forest, huh? Baby?” You refused to entertain him any longer. Hoseok was being oddly soft-spoken and gentle with his tone. It wasn’t often that he brought out this voice.

“You must be so upset, huh? Scared, maybe even suicidal. You might even feel like a lost cause.” The trap snapped back into its original open position with a clang. “I’ve never viewed you that way. All I’ve ever seen you as was my perfect girl, even when you weren’t being so good. I never lost hope in you. All I’ve ever wanted was for you to snap out of it and love me too and fucking mean it.” His tone turned angry for a second, but he quickly shut it down. You stared at how he held the open trap with such expertise.

“You might think you were being so careful and good, but I see right through you. I just know you so well, baby. I knew deep down, there was still a part of you that defied me, even though I just wanted you to be your best self. I knew there was still some part of you left for me to crack apart and mold to include me with it.”

You were much more dizzy now.

“I’m doing this for your own good. So we can be happy together.”

You caught on with a start, sitting up quickly. You couldn’t even get one word out before Hoseok swiftly grabbed your good foot with a heavy hand and positioned it on the plate of the open trap. He jumped back, successfully evading the teeth of the trap which were now clamped around your other foot.

You let out a gut-wrenching scream. Not only did you scream from the pain of the bear trap, but also from the pain of the cold basement, the pain of the thick woods that surrounded the house. Hoseok watched you thrash on the bed as if you were possessed. Both of your ankles poured out blood and soiled the white bed sheets you lay on.

“Honey, be careful! Look at what happened to the sheets,” he tsked. “Ah, look at what you’ve done. How did my silly girl manage to get caught into two traps in one day? What am I gonna do with you?”

You began bawling again as Hoseok remained standing over you. His voice remained sickly sweet and you found yourself yearning for him to taunt you with his usual nasty tone.

“I want to die,” you weep. Hoseok seemed affected by this for a second before reverting back to his calm stance.

He silently came back around the bed, placing a kiss on your forehead once more before making his way up the concrete stairs. You thought about calling out to him for a moment, but ultimately decided not to. Hoseok shut the door behind him, not bothering to lock it. You wouldn’t be able to walk anyway. He made his way to the kitchen, stretching as he did so, and opened a cabinet in search of some tea. Your cries were barely audible over the hum of the microwave heating his water.

[afoolnottoloveu]

why make a carrd when i can tell you everything you need to know about me here??

written intro: hi! my name is thea (or u can call me tea!) and this is my bloggggg, i generally try to be a safe space but i talk abt myself a lot, abt my interests and reblog things i find funny or i enjoy, or prompt my followers to interact hehe. i hope u enjoy ur stay here and thank you for dropping by in the first place! it means a lot. have a a good day!

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about me ;;

names: t / tea / thea (they-uh)

old @s: m-n-m,, gublertoon

pronouns: they/them ,, subject to change ONLY with my direct acknowledgment (don’t go calling me smth else just bc u see one of my moots saying it)

age: minor!! pls dont pop in my dms if ur looking for stuff from me i will block u very quickly

tidbits: aapi/se asian, lives in pst, isfp, leo sun aries moon aquarius rising, definitely pansexual, probably genderfluid

social media: my public twt is @nythinq ,, if u would like my stan bts twt pls check my sideblog hehe (or u can dm me) // link to my spotify

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stuff you'll find me blogging about:

- bts txt enhypen itzy (often) (rb sideblog @lderthnbmbs)

- mxmtoon <3

- other artists i like such as dodie, chloe moriondo, eh it changes quite frequently

- cm (occasional)

- polygon (on my sideblog @polygonslut)

- cartoons [vld, spop, miraculous] (occasional)

- "where are my followers" (often)

- writing ? (kinda often?)

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dnf/dni if:

- basic dni criteria (racist, homophobic)

- think pansexuality isnt real, think bi/pan lesbians Are real

- under like idk 10 or 11 idrc abt age just dont go announcing it on the internet and stay safe <3 (i dont have a max either,,, actually no yeah i do its abt mid 30s if ur over mid 30s dnf)

- ur mean to my mutuals i will literally eat u

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things to know:

- i use twt etiquette/language? it gets quite annoying to myself sometimes so if tht might annoy u bc this is definitely not twt then... sorry

- i rly try to be considerate of everyone and their situations so ill try to use tws and even tone indicators, but if u need me to do it more frequently or tag anythig specific, pls lmk

- asks, submissions and dms are always open! i most likely wont dm first even if i think ur a rly cool mutual tho but hey if u wanna like.. dm first.. yk...

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fun facts bc i had one in my last about me page

- I THINK ANIMALS R JUST THE COOLEST my favorite r numbats and second r dogs!!! i have a dog she is so cool

- poetry is very cool i am a genuine n unironic enjoyer of rupi kaur but if you also think poetry is very cool you should let me know your favorite author!

- i hate shopping?? online and in person.. it’s tiring and hurts my head and i’m also indecisive so USUALLY it’s not a fun time (sometimes there are exceptions though)

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that’s it!!

thank you for reading through this whole thing and once again enjoy your stay on my blog

with love, thea ♡

[ryanugenthopkins]

50 questions game!

i was tagged by @cartrshart (tysm ash!!)

what is the color of your hairbrush? it’s a boar bristle brush so brown

name a food you never eat? i really dislike olives so i never touch those

are you typically too warm or too cold? often too warm bc i really enjoy the cold and anything over like 25 degrees (celsius) is too hot for me

what were you doing 45 minutes ago? walking back from work!

what’s your favourite candy bar? kit kat 

have you ever been to a professional sports game? i have! i’ve been to a few AFL games (mainly when i was younger) and a couple of cricket games with my family. i’ve also been to aihl and awihl games but those aren’t technically professional (rip)

what is the last thing you said out loud? “can i write my essay in your room” to my friend (as you can tell i am. not writing the essay)

what is your favourite ice cream? probably hazelnut or salted caramel!

what was the last thing you had to drink? a cup of tea (although this reminded me i should drink some water so thank you!)

do you like your wallet? i don’t really have one actually.. i have this stick on card holder on the back of my phone case which i always use instead

what is the last thing you ate? a pork banh mi for lunch!

did you buy any new clothes last weekend? not on the weekend but last thursday i went op shopping and bought a cute cardigan and top

what’s the last sporting event you watched? game five of tampa v dallas (only a bit of it tho)

what is your favourite flavour of popcorn? usually the most buttery i can find (often triple butter flavour explosion lol)

who is the last person you sent a text message to? my best friend! she did her med school interview today so it was a congrats text 

ever go camping? i have! i went camping more as a kid and on school camps but i really want to go again with my college friends soon

do you take vitamins? no i actually never have (if anyone has advice on if their worth it lmk)

do you regularly attend a place of worship? nope!

do you have a tan? i mean i have a very faded (fake) tan right now but otherwise im pale af

do you prefer Chinese or pizza? chinese food for sure

do you drink your soda through a straw? to copy ash’s answer- if its from restaurants then yes but if its straight outta the can then no

what colour socks do you usually wear? i have a couple of funky pairs to mix it up but usually just white/grey/black solid colours

do you ever drive above the speed limit? despite having my learners for almost five years i still don’t know how to drive so no

what terrifies you? people secretly thinking i’m super annoying and clingy

look to your left, what do you see? my friend’s super cute watermelon rug

what chore do you hate most? one of the best think about college is less household chores but in general probably cleaning the bathroom

what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? peachprc accent (actually im aussie so. not much.) (also ash your answer to this is so funny i don’t think i’ve said crikey unironically in my entire life)

what’s your favourite soda? i don’t have soft drink a lot but probably sprite 

do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? drive thru for sure

what’s your favourite number? 8

mysterious deleted question

favourite cut of beef? i don’t really have an opinion on this but probably tenderloin?

last song you listened to? groceries by mallrat

last book you read? not this reminding me i haven’t read in way too long i think it was the murderbot diaries series by martha wells (would recommend)

favourite day of the week? probably friday (hey ash why is yours wednesday)

can you say the alphabet backwards? nope :( i could do it for a hot second at ten years old because we had to learn it on our year five camp but promptly forgot it (which im a bit sad abt bc sounds like a cool party trick)

how do you like your coffee? if i’m getting it from a cafe then a latte but if im making it myself then black with a bit of milk

favourite pair of shoes? my favourite ones i own are my black docs that reflect iridescent rainbow whenever the light hits them and they’re super cool but i haven’t broken them in yet so can’t wear them :(

time you normally get up? if i have work then 8am but otherwise it’s anyones bet (usually before 11 but really who knows)

what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets (mainly bc they’re the only ones i see unless i stay up all night)

how many blankets on your bed? two!

describe your kitchen plates? the ones i have at college are like blue and white patterned? idk how to describe them

describe your kitchen at the moment? again at college so a bit difficult!!

do you have a favourite alcoholic drink? i’m a big red wine fan so probably that (only if it’s nice though otherwise i’ll usually drink ciders)

do you play cards? does go fish count?

what colour is your car? refer to #23 (pls no judgement for me being 21 and not having my licence shksdkjs)

can you change a tire? nope!

your favourite state? i’m just going to take this as australia since i don’t know USA states very well and say victoria because it’s where i’m from and i love it (mainly for how cool melbourne is tho)

favourite job you’ve had? probably my current job! i do fundraising for some really great causes and i love it

tagging: @jordaneberle @lajnias @korpisolid @ijustlovehockey and anyone else who wants to do it!! (but also feel free to not because this is defs a long one)

[xlits]

You’re Annoying

Pairing: Peter Parker x Male Reader

Summary: Peter has had enough of your attitude.

Word Count: 1,111

A/N: Idk about this one guys. Lmk what you think. Don’t kill me pls. 

You were annoyed because of him. It’s the way he tries to get your attention every time you enter the room or when he sees you in public. It’s also annoying you that you’re sitting in the meeting room while Capt is explaining the details of their next mission, and he’s too busy staring at your face. You shoot him a glare, and he quickly straightens himself out while turning his eyes back on the Capt. You roll your eyes at him as Wanda tries to stifle her giggle and Natasha smirks at the interaction.

The meeting ended and you make your way to the gym. It didn’t take long for him to follow you with that stupid boy next door smile he always throws at you.

“Hey, so I was wondering if I could tag along with you to-”

Peter was quickly interrupted when you abruptly stop and turn to him with the death glare you always throw at him.

“No, leave me alone. I don’t want to be friends with you or do anything with you.” His jaw slightly drops as you walk away. Steve and Tony silently watched you two through the glass wall in the meeting room with Steve slightly shakes his head at your behavior.

“Your prodigy needs a bit of an attitude adjustment Capt,” Tony said while watching his pupil stand frozen while he stares after you. Steve nods in agreement and follows after you to the gym, and gives Peter a pat on his back while on the way.

You were on the treadmill as a warm-up and your superior steps onto the one beside you. He quickly and easily falls into your pace keeping his head straight and breathing steady.

“Want to tell me what that was all about,” he asked you, and you look at him with confusion.

“Tell you what’s what about,” you questioned. Steve gives you a look, and it dawns on you what he’s talking about. You sigh and roll your eyes at the thought of him.

“It’s nothing. I’d just rather not be around him,” you said to Capt. It was obvious he didn’t like your answer.

“You need to learn to work with him. Avengers work as a team. He’s a good kid and you go to school with him. You guys should be getting along.” His words only make you hate Peter even more. He’s a teacher’s pet and everyone always favor him over you. Even the hero you look up to and recruited you backed him up without asking you why. You stop the treadmill and walk out the gym in annoyance with Steve at lost of what to do to help you.

You’re annoyed at how he tries to put on this awkward teenage persona. You’re annoyed at how the other Avengers are so quick to defend him. You’re annoyed at his stupid spider powers and suit.

You sit in the living room of the Avenger’s headquarters thinking about what Steve said when he pops up and invites himself on the couch you’re sitting on.

“Did I do something wrong to you?” Peter asked while afraid of what you could do to him. He knew what you were capable of, and it made sense of why Capt would want you on the team. Everything you did came effortlessly to you. That’s what Peter admired most. You were skilled in everything you do, and it drew him to you so much that he’d send sneaky glances your way whenever he gets the chance. It broke him every time you shoot him down without a care of what he felt.

“Yeah, you’re breathing in my presence,” you answered coldly. You hear his breathing quickens, and you stand up to walk away before he quickly grabs your wrists with a strength you didn’t even know he has.

“You need to stop treating me like this,” he said with a bit of anger in his voice. His tone in his voice surprised you, and you try to shake your arms out of his grip. You’ve only seen him smile and be his awkward self, and this is brand new to you. His fist tightens around your wrist as you try to wiggle your hand out of it. You reach down to grab a dagger hidden in your sock, but Peter quickly shoots a web at your hand before you can bring the dagger down onto his hand.

You fall back from the force of the web sticking your hand onto the wall behind you before he shoots another one at your other hand. You felt stupid because this caught you by surprise and now you’re stuck to the wall as he approaches you with a scowl.

“Let me go Parker.”

“Not until you tell me what’s your problem.”

It was clear you weren’t gonna get out of this anytime soon so you huff and glare at him.

“Everything about you is annoying. The way you have everyone fawn over you or how you’re playing up this clueless persona when in reality you know what you’re doing,” you said through clenched teeth. You felt helpless, and you hated it. This is the first time you felt like you couldn’t help yourself, and it was all from the person that annoyed you the most.

Peter shook his head at you.

“You’re the one everyone’s fawning over. You don’t know how others talk about you as if you’re perfect. I mean, you are but it’s not me they’re talking about,” he said while avoiding your eyes. You furrow your brows while noticing the change in his demeanor. The angry spider is suddenly shy after realizing what he just said.

“You think I’m perfect?” you asked with a surprise laced in your voice. Peter walks up to you and kisses you, before pulling away with wide eyes.

“Don’t kill me.”

He runs away, and you yell his name as you try your hardest to wiggle your hands out of the web. It took a few hours before Bruce finds you stuck to the wall with a cup of tea in his hands.

“Uhh… Did I interrupt something?” he asked knowing who’s the reason you’re stuck to the wall. Your eyes widen at the realization of what this could look like and Tony walks in after him.

“Wow…” Tony said with a small smile and takes slightly nod his head impressed.

“Looks like my kid knows how to do more than talk his way around things,” Tony joked while Bruce sends him a look before helping you get free. Embarrassment was the only thing you felt, and you quickly run to find Peter.

[simp-lyzity]

for the tag, anything ya want :D also my blog is inactive, tho im not able to annouce it- basically my mother found my socials and im not able to access my tumblr anymore because i lost my email adress and my password due to my mother changing my email and password entirely, so i cant see your ask :(( yeah ofc we can talk more in the future! you seem really chill and you seem like you like beating jerks up like i do so thats smth we have in common /lh OH HOWS UR WRIST?? -lia

oh no i'm so sorry! your email address should be the same, though the password and the recovery email can be changed, so at least you might have the account's handle :( i'd like to say it gets easier when you become an adult but uh, i'm legally an adult and i still have similar restrictions SOO 😬✌ i wish i could help though, i'm sorry. please lmk if there's anything i can do! <3 don't worry about the ask, it's the ask game one i've been reposting and sending <3 just know that you're loved and you're appreciated and beautiful inside and out /gen

i only come across chill sometimes LOL a lot of times i am mostly relaxed but if i get in the mood (which happens often but not as much lately) i go FERAL. i am a gremlin and a human chihuahua HEAR ME ROAR

also yes we do love beating up jerks here <3 i'm actually gonna go off on my anons once i clear out my inbox but i SO APPRECIATE THE PEOPLE WHO ARE AGGRESSIVE INSTEAD OF PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE!!! i had the most toxic relationship (ended now ugh she was a terrible friend) who was petty and passive aggressive AND KNEW IT WAS BAD but she was PROUD OF IT. so ahem anyways yes let's beat up the jerks together pls and thank u and also idk what to do for the tone indicators all the time im sorry BUT I AM LEARNING THEM! which is cool!