#like no problem im just gonna cry into my pillow

[rocicrew]

it's absolutely fucked how naomi has a line in lw abt how if alex died if holden would have asked her to fly the ship too (to stop asking her to do stuff beyond her knowledge/abilities) and i know they didn't know obviously but all i could think of was this is the first time i've flown the roci, first time i ever had to

[mangoshorthand]

oh, and it was a guy who decided to tell me that as soon as all my clothes were off

Original request:

I have a really personal request of thats ok w u. my first time having sex i was called ugly and obese, and it still sticks with me nowadays so i shy away from being fully exposed/on top/having the lights on bc im scared they were right and its gonna happen again - so how would 5 deal w this in a partner? if this is too weird 4 u then just ignore

Thanks to @kaybreezy3000 for reading through this before I posted and making me sound less like a wildly-masturbating 19th century nobleman. Note for you at the end, anon.

Venus and Cupid | Five Hargreeves/ F Reader 4k words, Rated E

Five was an observant man: he had to be. If he hadn’t learned to pick up on the details then it's doubtful he could have even made it to adulthood.  

So he noticed that you had quite specific tendencies very early on, back when you were first seeing one another. The first time you had sex, he thought you leaving your clothes on was pretty hot - it seemed as if you were so desperate to have him inside you that you couldn’t delay it even the short time it would take to get undressed - but it quickly became apparent to him that this was something more.

You always seemed to leave as many clothes on as humanly possible, or else turn off the lights before undressing shyly, almost reluctantly, always keeping something clutched around you. 

His first reaction was to feel frustrated, (okay, frustrated and insecure, if you insisted on wheedling that out of him). Were you even into it? 

He loved the sex you had, and you certainly seemed to get something out of it, but all the while you were covering yourself from his lustful gaze like he was a lecherous drunk eyeing you from down an alley. 

He just didn’t understand it. Things were great outside the bedroom: you laughed together, you had intelligent, lively conversations…you even romanced him in a way nothing had taught him to expect. You anticipated his wants, you surprised him with dates and the occasional gift. You made him feel special and wanted in every way except this one way.

And he needed it that way too.

Maybe there was something about sex that brought home to you that he was old enough to be your father. Maybe you saw his hungry gaze as the leer of a dirty, predatory old man...and that thought hurt because it held too much truth.

He finally asked you about it after a session of sex in which you looked distinctly uncomfortable riding him, avoiding his gaze and keeping the bed sheets wrapped around you. 

He brought it up in a way typical to him: blunt antagonism as defense, masking his real insecurities. “Question: why are you with me?”

“Because I like you,” you replied, confused by his tone.

“Sure,” he said, the smallest trace of sarcasm in his voice, “but there’s a problem here, isn’t there?”

You turned to him on the pillow, and you were greeted by his expectant, irritated smile. He raised a brow, clearly prompting you to state this so-called ‘problem’. When you seemed none the wiser, he continued. 

“The problem seems to be that you hate having sex with me.” 

You looked at him, nonplussed.

“No I don’t. Why would you say that?”

He shook his head with the trace of a bitter laugh. 

“So you just hate me looking at you, is that it? You know, nobody’s forcing you to sleep with me. We could just end it if you can’t stand me ogling you.”

You turned away from him, folding your arms across your chest protectively, hugging yourself. You tried not to cry, but tears were already welling in your eyes, threatening to overspill and roll down your face. You could feel him slipping away; sense the rejection coming on the breeze.

At the sound of a sniffle, Five softened slightly 

“Why do you always cover yourself?” he said, finally.

You choked back the tears.

“B-because I’m self-conscious about my body, okay?”

Five sounded incredulous.

“You’re self-conscious about your body?”

You nodded, still not looking at him.

“Don’t bullshit me,” he said, suddenly irritated again, “You expect me to believe someone who looks like you is self conscious about her body? You’re beautiful, what the hell do you got to be self conscious about?”

His words, though spoken in a tone of irritated disbelief, gave you a warm feeling in your chest. In fact, it was his irritation that assured you of his honesty. That feeling of affirmation brought more tears at first, and it took a few moments to recover.

Five waited for you to begin patiently, able to tell by now that you’d been holding something back, and realizing for the first time that perhaps this wasn’t all about him.

You told him everything.

Your first sexual experience was with somebody who called you ‘ugly’ and ‘obese’ as soon as your clothes were removed. The first man to touch you in that way had used that privilege, not to lift you up and make you feel beautiful, but to tear you down, destroying your confidence in the process. Now, being in full view when having sex was almost unbearable to you, so you avoided Five seeing you completely naked and you avoided being on top as far as you could, lest it break the illusion and he see you for what you really were. 

You stopped occasionally to cry, unable to meet Five’s eyes. It was partially the memories, and partly the fact that you were bearing your soul to him in this way: totally vulnerable. You were giving power to him now; knowledge of how to hurt you worse than almost anything if he chose. 

As he listened, Five’s heavy brows lowered further and further, his lips becoming thinner and thinner, occasionally shaking his head as you unfolded the tale.

“Shit.” he said, after you finished your story, and then fell into silence. After almost a full minute, he spoke in a low, serious tone.

“What was his name?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you said, wiping your eyes.

“What was his name?”

You told him.

“Well he’s a fucking idiot, you know that right? A nasty little…you know where he lives?”

“No.”

“No problem, I can find him.”

“Five-”

“First I’ll pull out his fucking fingernails.”

“Five, no.”

“I’ll kill that cunt slow. Ignorant-”

“Five!” 

Your raised voice finally made him turn his head.

“What good would killing him do?”

He blinked. 

“It would make me feel better,” he said, though the murderous fantasies seemed to be fading from behind his eyes. 

Then, he shook his head, casting the thoughts away like a dog shaking off water. 

“....I  admit that making me feel better is low on our priority list right now.”

He held out his arms to you. When you didn’t immediately enter his embrace, he spoke in a voice so soft, and so caring that you couldn’t deny him. 

“Please, my love.” 

My love?

That was new. 

You leaned up against him, and he wrapped his arms tightly around you, one around your shoulders, the other around your waist. 

“You don’t have to feel self-conscious or…ashamed around me. You know I would never - you know that I…I worship you, for Chist’s sake. I’m desperate to see all of you. That guy was an ignorant, tasteless bastard. You don’t - surely you know that?”

You nodded uncertainly, another tear running down the side of your nose. 

“I guess,” you said, mouth against his firm pectoral, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart, “but I always get scared. Like you might…like one day you might see me and...get grossed out. Because…I know, I know I’m not sexy. I know I’m -”

“You think you aren’t sexy?” he said, speaking as if you’d just claimed that you were an organic cucumber, “are you crazy?” 

He pulled away from you, a hand on each shoulder so he could look you dead in the eye.

“Jesus, you think I’d be ‘grossed out’ if I saw you? I’m not blind, y'know; a bedsheet or a light switch can’t really hide your body from me. You’re so sexy, I can barely think straight sometimes - how in the hell can you not see that? I’d choose you for looks over any girl, every damn time. The other day when you were wearing that tight black dress- god, I pitched a tent big enough to sleep eight.”

And the way he looked down at your silhouette had you almost believing him.

You smiled, nevertheless self conscious of the idea of your black dress being more form-hugging than you’d thought. Five continued, sweeping his hair carelessly out of his eyes. 

“And it’s not just your face or your body, it’s the way you carry yourself. The way your hair falls, your smile, the color of your skin. It’s just attractive. It’s hot. End of story.”

The vehemence in his face made you smile a little more. He looked the way he did when he’d just completed a complex mathematical proof: buzzing with the knowledge of pure, objective truth. From his perspective, he had just conclusively proved an undeniable fact. 

“I know I’m biased because I love you, but anyone would say that you’re beautiful. When you met Klaus, he took me aside and told me I was punching way over my weight. I didn’t even argue-”

But you interrupted him.

“You love me?”

He fell silent abruptly, playing back his last words in his mind.

Yup, he’d definitely said it. 

He swallowed. He was an idiot.

“Well yes. Actually, I do.” 

Before you had time to do anything except gape, he rushed to fill the silence:

“I know it’s not been too long, and I don’t expect you to feel the same-”

“But I do.”

He fell silent again, his eyes on yours. 

They were strange eyes. Their shape and color, although beautiful, were normal enough, but there was a little something in their expression that always took you firmly by the throat. One might fall into those eyes and drown, yet his hand, coming to take yours, tethered you to the water’s edge. 

“You sure?”

“Never been more sure of anything,” you breathed.

His lips gave a spasm and, for a moment, you both thought he was going to cry too, but instead, he just smiled. He smiled for you a lot, but the clear, open love in this one was like being bathed in warm sunlight, and you luxuriated in it.

Then, he laughed. He giggled, in fact. It bubbled up his throat and out of his mouth before he could temper it into anything that sounded more sophisticated.

“We love each other,” he said, grinning in a dopey, infectious way.

When you smiled back, he cupped your chin gently, those eyes keeping your face upturned to his just as firmly as his hand did. He leaned into you.

At first, his kiss was tender, and your lips slid past and around one another like an embrace. But when he leaned forward, forcing you back onto your pillows, his tongue entered your mouth, and the kiss took on a more amorous character. He made a low noise as he deepened his tongue’s quest into your mouth, and you reciprocated with a soft bite to his lower lip. 

He growled, and heat spread through you as his kiss became rough and firm, pressing you into the pillows now with the weight of his body. All the tenderness had transferred from his lips to his hands, one stroking reassuringly through your hair, and the other at your waist, giving you feather-light, electric touches through the bedsheets.

Your hands came to his subtly muscled back, and cinched him closer to you. The heat was concentrating now, pooling in your lower stomach and swirling there as his unyielding lips let you know that resistance was futile. Your skin was alight with every gentle, loving touch from his fingers, now starting to work their way beneath the bedsheets.

He broke the kiss just long enough to speak. His voice matched the kiss: deep, rough and feral.

“Let me see you.”

Though it was a command, it had the sound of a request, so you took it as such.

Despite the desire now aching in your guts, your fears were still there: perhaps irrational in this situation, but no less real. Beneath the sheets, Five’s hand squeezed and massaged the flesh just above your hip. The touch spoke of his renewed need, but it spoke also of his restraint: his hand had stopped just shy of the area you’d usually hide.

“Please.”

And the word, in that husky voice, broke you. 

“Okay,” you said, arousal threatening to be overcome by nerves, “just…take it slowly.”

He nodded distractedly. His eyes were roaming your skin as he came to kneel between your legs. Both of his hands were now inching the bedsheets down, from your waist to the swell of your hips.

He made a low noise in his throat, and his soft hair fell onto the newly-exposed torso as he bent to kiss it, hot presses of his lips against sensitive skin. His hands skimmed you, feeling out your flesh.

“So beautiful,” he growled, looking up at you, fingers worming their way beneath the sheets again, “is this okay?”

You nodded as he pulled the sheets down another few inches, exposing your stomach to just below the navel. As the air met the newly-exposed skin, you felt gooseflesh prickle across your arms, your stomach tightening with the feeling of exposure. “Pretty girl.” Five cooed, running his hands across your tummy, his pressure gentle, but proprietary. 

With another slow shift of the sheets, and you were exposed to your pubic bone. He let out a breath and squeezed the skin of your hips, smiling at you broadly. It was the dangerous, toothy smile.

“I’m sorry, my love, but I’m afraid we’re going to have to get you over this. I’m going to have to make you realize how fucking hot you are, because I’m going to need to hold onto you just like this while you bounce on my cock. I need to watch these tits bounce while you ride me.”

He squeezed your flank harshly, making you gasp, and you arched your back into him as he leaned forward to take each nipple into his mouth. There was a low rumble in his throat as he first nibbled, and then soothed each tortured bud with his tongue. Your whines tailed off into moans, as arousal and the intensity of his desire once again overcame your fears. 

You felt his satisfied smile around your nipples, and then his hands left your hips to paw and knead your breasts, weighing and bouncing them in each hand. 

He gave you another kiss on the lips before straightening up, so that he was kneeling over you again, head tilted as he looked down on you, almost speculatively. The position made it obvious that he was hard again, his bulge stretching the fabric of his white boxer-briefs, leaning up against his stomach and beginning to put pressure on the elastic of his waistband. His pretty, curved cock was perfectly outlined by the material: 

“I’m going to make you feel so confident that you’ll push me onto the bed, trap me between your thighs and ride me so hard I get a concussion against the headboard.”

Though the idea made you feel another squirm of discomfort, the humor combined with the lust behind his eyes made you give a small smile.

“Not today,” you said, in a small voice.

The memories were still too close…the hurt from recalling them was only just over the horizon. 

“Not today.” he confirmed, eyes roving down to where the bedsheets still covered your sex, “but can I see your pussy, beautiful?”

“Yes.” you said, barely more than a whisper.

“Mm. Good girl,” he groaned, and pulled the bedsheets down to your knees. 

There you were, fully exposed to him…totally bared. Internally, you were fighting between the urge to cover up, and the urge to please him. You still felt exposed, like a turtle without its shell, vulnerable laid out in front of him. 

He was still taking it all in, eyes lingering on where your thighs were as close together as they could be with his body between your calves.

Part of you was still terrified it was coming. Perhaps he wouldn’t be cruel -  he’d probably try to be polite about it - but he was still about to reject you now that he’d finally got a real look. Perhaps it was okay when his imagination could fill in the blanks, but now he’d actually seen you - 

“Oh,” he said.

And in that syllable, all your fears were proved baseless. The sound was a moan of pure, wanton appreciation.

His tongue slid out to wet his lips, still pink and swollen from his hard kisses. His dominant left hand slid immediately into his underwear, and he began to pump himself vigorously. Apparently, he was more than ready for this evening’s second round. 

“Oh my god,” he groaned, speeding his strokes as his eyes roamed your exposed flesh, “you’re so hot.”

As his eyes came to your thighs and pussy again, he increased the frequency of his strokes, fist still out of sight down his underwear. 

“Five,” you said, anxiously, still feeling slightly uncomfortable. 

“Just a few minutes, baby.” he said, desperately, “Look what you’re doing to me.”

Beneath the material, he retracted his foreskin and pressed the head of his cock against the small, wet patch that had appeared there. The pink of his deeply-flushed cock tip was just visible through the fabric, rendered semi-transparent by his precome.

“I’m already leaking.” he said, agony creeping into his rough voice, “Just a few more minutes. Just until I finish.”

His eyes looked hazy, far away somehow, transported to a place where his body’s need ruled him with an iron fist. It was enchanting to behold, impossibly arousing: Five Hargreeves (the man of impeccably starched, pressed and tightly-buttoned dress shirts), was keening in front of you, totally undone with his hips gyrating into his own fist as he visually devoured your body.

“Let me eat you,” he said, begging now, “I want to jack myself off with my head between those thighs.”

And he groaned at the idea, throwing his head back and speeding his pumps.

Your body didn’t give you the opportunity to turn him down. Your pussy throbbed and slick wetness drooled onto your thighs as you looked up at him, all pale skin, latent strength and desperation.

You gave a small nod, and he bent, first to kiss your lips and then to press small pecks onto each thigh.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered, “open your legs for me. Show me that pretty pussy.”

And that way, with small kisses progressively further up your thighs, he coaxed your legs wide.

“Good girl,” he crooned, his hand leaving his leaking cock only for the minute it would take to run his index finger up and down your slit. 

You shivered at the contact, too sensitive. He’d already fingered and fucked you to two orgasms tonight, and the feeling of his mouth replacing his finger made you buck immediately. 

“Nngh - Five.”

In response to your moan, he tasted you with a flat tongue. 

Your flavor, a potent honey, made his cock twitch in his hand, and he wrapped his free arm around your leg, drawing you even closer to him. Your soft folds soaked his lips, serving to excite him more.

“Fuck,” he whispered, still in that low growl. His exhale sent warm air dancing across your swollen clit, “you’re so perfect. I love you. I love you so fucking much.”

You had no time to glow with his praise, because he was sucking your clit too hard for you to do anything but gasp. As his mouth worked you, his tongue moved rapidly inside his mouth, flicking deliberately across your aching, needy nub. His tongue pulsed to the same beat as his hand inside his underwear, unconsciously matching the rhythm of your pleasure to his.

“God, Five!”

All the shame and discomfort was gone, washed away by the tide of swirling heat. The pleasure curled inside you, winding tighter and tighter. All that mattered now was Five’s clever mouth, pushing you inexorably towards another orgasm. 

Your conscious brain let go, and your hand gripped his hair tightly, not aware that you were pulling him even closer to you, forcing his nose into your mound. 

He grunted like a wounded bear, surprise causing his hand to falter around his cock. It was hard to concentrate, so preoccupied was he by the fact that you were taking control, pressing his face deeper into your folds. It was quite possibly the hottest thing he had ever experienced.

Recovering, he gripped himself even tighter, veins and tendons standing out in his left forearm as he worked himself almost violently. 

He was too close now, and it made him clumsy, completely losing the rhythm of his suckles and tonguing. 

“Nooo!” you whined, thighs tightening around his head, “Like before!”

Though lightheaded with the knowledge that your thighs were crushing his ears, (he was wrong earlier, this was definitely the hottest thing he had ever experienced), Five reluctantly let up on his protesting manhood and concentrated his efforts on your pussy. 

Soon, you were gasping and moaning, writhing, and taking him with you with the power of your thighs. 

“F-Five. Fuuuck. Oh fuck, that’s it!” 

Your cunt gushed onto his face as he brought you to orgasm. He groaned again as his chin and cheeks were soaked with sweet slickness. He strained to hear you scream his name, your thighs rendering him deaf as they clutched around his ears. While he couldn’t hear the individual words, he certainly heard enough to flatter his ego. 

Wave after wave of ecstasy was crashing through you, and you babbled meaninglessly: unconnected, incomprehensible syllables. Behind closed eyes, you were seeing stars, completely unaware of everything but the explosion going on in your lower body.

He withdrew, finally, when your thighs relaxed and your climax abated to spasms down your limbs. As you were still catching your breath, he rose to his knees, wiped his sodden mouth, and took himself in hand again, looking at you splayed, completely on display and too drunk on his sex to care.

It took him fewer than ten pumps to bring himself to orgasm. 

“Fucking gorgeous - cunt tastes so good. Mm - fucking perfect, so fucking hot. Oh shit!”

Eyebrows raised, mouth wide in a perfect ‘o’, he exploded into his underwear.

You could see his first shots of come soaking through the material before he was even finished painting their insides with spurts of his thick seed: an impressive load given the fact it was his second in under an hour. 

His throat ground out a low whine as he slowed his hand. 

He took four or five seconds to catch his breath, and in that time your conscious mind took a firmer hold. Though you pulled the bedsheets up and over you, it was more for physical comfort rather than mental. 

Five crawled beneath the sheets beside you, still breathing hard. When he collapsed on the pillow, he turned to you.

“Believe me now?” he asked, “you think I’d wank myself raw over someone I thought was ugly?”

You smiled and let out a small puff of air; a shy little laugh.

He propped himself up on one elbow while his other hand caressed your body beneath the sheets.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, firmly, “To me, you’re a renaissance painting, and I was there when Titian finished Venus and Cupid, okay?”

“Okay,” you murmured, eyes already heavy, “I’m sorry that I squeezed your head with my legs.”

“You kidding me?” he said, amused, “You could break my neck with your thighs and I’d die happy…what a way to go.”

“Well,” you said, a little discomfort returning, “I still feel bad.”

“Baby steps,” he said, voice as soft as his hand now stroking hair away from your eyes, “soon I’ll have you riding me fast and rough.”

You smiled and let his caresses close your tired eyes. After a few minutes, in which he looked lovingly down at your gentle doze, his voice sounded again.

“Can I at least beat the living shit out of that guy?”

You considered.

“...Maybe.”

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NOTE: Dear sweet, anonymous girl, I see you. You did not deserve this, and this was never your problem. These formative experiences really do hurt us, and yours was such an extreme version that I'm not surprised it's given you these insecurities. I can promise you, it does get better. Feminism and loving yourself is at least half the battle, but nothing quite cements the truth like this: One day, you will be naked in front of a guy you trust completely. He'll look at you with that lustful, testosterone-fuelled glower and you'll know without a shadow of a doubt that, to him, you are venus. I take Five requests, I'm fairly versatile in what I write (fluff, smut, angst, psychological character study- I'll try it all) but I will consider them on a case by case basis. See masterlist for request status and more.

[sunghoonnsupremacy]

hey, i just wonder if you'll be able to write something like "enhas reactions when their chubby gf is insecure about her body" cause im that gf and i feel terrible today? sorry if its too much ❤️ love your works

ANGEL BABY<3

idk if you wanted this to be nsfw or fluff so i just made it nsfw for heeseung and sunghoon<3 ty for the ask annonie!! hope you feel better soon♥︎

ot7!enhypen when their gf is insecure about her body.

warnings : smut in heeseungs, sunghoons is suggestive, mentions of pregnancy, the rest is just really fluffy and cute.

words : 762

heeseung : is the sweetest bf ever. showers you with kisses and love the whole day when he hears you talk badly about yourself. "baby, you're the most perfect girl to exist. i love you and that's all that matters, yeah? just look at how pretty you look. gonna look so fucking hot with a pregnant belly when i knock you up. " he tilts your head towards the mirror where you whimper at his hips snapping against yours at a fast pace. aftercare with him is even sweeter, you feel loved and appreciated just by his words.

jay : buys you so many gifts and cuddles with you all day. he hates seeing you upset about something that's not a problem in any way so he cancels all of his plans and never leaves your side until you start to feel better. he kisses every inch and curve of your body with sweet pecks to show how much he loves you. "my beautiful beautiful girl, please don't let your insecurities get into your head sweetheart. there's no such thing as a perfect figure. its all just said to made people feel bad about themselves. i love you so much and im here to protect you from feeling that way, remember that. "

jake : his eyes widen from confusion when you ask him if he still finds you attractive, hence you gaining weight since the first time you met eachother. he immediately says yes and cups your face to passionately kiss you. "i have never stopped finding you attractive, and i never will. even when we're old and crusty, you're forever my beautiful girl and that'll never change. get those nasty thoughts out of your hear , yeah pretty? i love you."

sunghoon : the moment you pout at yourself in the mirror and say you're starting to gain weight, calling yourself ugly he doesn't hesitate to slam you against the wall and kiss you roughly. his fingers quickly unbutton your blouse and run up and down your torso. "don't say that shit again. " he presses a sloppy kiss to your chest and gropes your boobs. you whine in response at his passive aggressiveness but lean your head back at his hands sliding your skirt down. sunghoon gets down on his knees and looks up at you with a possessive glint in his eyes. "let me make you feel better, hm?"

sunoo : you furrow your eyebrows at the pillow thats been thrown at your face and your boyfriend sunoo rushing over to you. "what do you mean you think you look ugly? y/n you're the prettiest girl ive ever seen. " he pouts and pats his thighs, signalling you to sit on his lap. sunoo sighs and pulls you into a hug with a kiss on the neck. "i get how you feel. but i need you to know no matter what changes in your appearance my feelings will never change. keep those ugly words out of that pretty mouth."  he grips you tighter and already helps you feel better. the two of you spend the rest of the day cuddling in bed together.

jungwon : he doesn't even react verbally, just kisses you softly. there's no need for words to be exchanged when you look into his eyes and see the glint of love in his stare. when tears start to fall from your eyes, he hugs you tightly. "it's okay princess, let it out. " he lets you cry on his shoulder and fall asleep since you're already in bed. as much as he hates to see you cry, he's aware that letting our your emotions will probably help you. don't worry. after a cuddle session, he takes you out for dinner at your favorite restaurant and buys you plushies.

niki : you two were hanging out with your friends when suddenly one of them made a joking comment about your weight. you didn't laugh, neither did niki. you're both aware of the fact you've been pretty insecure these past few days which is why he makes the friend repeat themselves when he suddenly throws a punch at their face. you gasp and stand up in shock. its pretty obvious niki didn't find it funny or amusing when he grips your wrist and takes you away from the hangout spot. he takes you to a secluded area and kisses you softly. "why'd you punch him niki..?" you whisper and he scoffs. "you know why. " he kisses you again before walking you home and playing video games with you until late at night to distract you from todays earlier events.

[snowyquokka]

DRAINED

bf felix x gn reader

cw: hurt/comfort, angst, mentions of anxiety, stress, crying, fluff (maybe?), swearing, overworked felix, shitty grammar

wc: 0.6k

a.n - my first attempt at hurt/comfort. did i do well? <3

dont hate me but i think i prefer writing angst rather than anything else

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Felix sighs and all but throws himself on top of you as you sit on the couch. “Hi, baby.” you giggle as he nuzzles his face into your neck.

“What’s the matter, Sunshine?” you say as you run your fingers through his soft blonde hair.

“Exhausted, overwhelmed, sad,” he lists against your neck. You always feel bad when he comes home from the studio or after he’s toured. Your boyfriend is constantly tiring himself, working as hard as he possibly can. You wish he would take care of himself once in a while. Felix says that’s what you’re for anyways.

You press a kiss to his temple and hum.

“Why are you sad, love?” He sighs and snuggles closer to you.

“I kept fucking up my part. Redid it five times.” you can feel him pout. Another example of him pushing himself to his limits is when he frustrates himself to the point where nothing satisfies him. He could go hours with many fantastic takes but will insist on retrying it until it’s absolutely perfect.

“I’m sure you did amazing,” Felix squeezes you tighter and inhales deeply.

“‘m sorry,” he says, breaking the comfortable silence. You pull back enough to be able to see his face. He has no makeup on, his freckles on full display. Sometimes when you’re bored you’ll pretend like they’re constellations and connect them in your head.

“Sorry for what, Lix?”

“For bothering you with this kinda stuff. It's not important and I don't want to worry you.” Your heart plummets down to the floor.

“Why wouldn’t it be important to me, love? If you’re upset, I’m upset. Your problems are mine.” you kiss his forehead softly. Felix shifts in your arms so he’s at eye level.

You hold his hands while you watch a single tear stream down his cheek. He immediately wipes it away and displays a small, but not reassuring, smile.

“Thank you,” he sniffles and leans his forehead against yours.

“Of course, Sunshine. I’m always going to be here.”

TWO DAYS LATER

You’re sitting in bed watching a random movie when your phone dings.

my only sunshine <3: im gonna be a little late tonight

my only sunshine <3: im sorry. i love you ❤️

you: its okay baby. let me know when ur on ur way !! i love you too

You sigh and lock your phone. It’s not like you’re mad at him or anything of that sort. It’s just difficult watching him drain himself again and again. No matter what you say, he always goes back to overworking himself.

Tears that you hadn’t noticed were brimming fall down your cheeks. You turn everything off and close your eyes, inhaling Felix’s scent from the pillows.

You wake to the sound of the front door closing and glance at the alarm clock,

5:08am

Fuck. Is he just getting home?

You climb out of bed and wander into the living room where you find your boyfriend sitting with his face in his hands, he immediately notices you. He had turned the small lamp in the corner on, allowing you to take in his disheveled state.

His long blonde hair tousled from his fingers being ran through it. His eyes bloodshot from what seemed like hours of crying and lack of sleep. His hands shake and his leg bounces up and down in an anxious manner.

“Baby?” you whisper with worry laced in your voice prompting Felix’s body to almost automatically rack with sobs. You quickly pull him into you and wrap your arms around his figure, the only sound present in the room being both of your cries blended together.

tags: @godslino

divider: @chaeneuu

[badasmuse]

“Homewrecker Pt.3”

Bada Lee x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), language, lowercase intended, angst, fluff- yeah

Summary: bada hires a babysitter.. but you own a daycare, why does she need one?

you and bada have now been together for about seven months now. you finally opened your own daycare and you have never loved anything more (besides bada and chae of course.)

your life has been great recently, except for the fact that bada has hired another babysitter.

it’s not that you were insecure about it. you know that saying how you get them is how you lose them, but that’s not the problem. the problem is why is she paying for a babysitter when her girlfriend owns a daycare? this was an argument you had a few times a week.

“y/n why are you so upset about this?” bada asks, taking off her makeup from the day.

“bada do you understand how dumb it is to pay a random to watch your kid when you have a girlfriend that owns a daycare? you don’t even have to pay me and chae loves me. she’s comfortable with me. why the fuck would you bring a stranger around her?” you say with a ‘the fuck’ look on your face.

“it sounds like you’re scared i’m gonna do to you what i did to howl.” she says.

“im not worried about that. i know no bitch will fuck you as well as i do. you’re too scared to look at other girls. why would i be scared?”

“i fell for you because you were sweet not cause you fuck me good.” she mumbles.

“doesn’t matter. like i said, you’re too scared to look at other girls. females approach you and you hide being me. i don’t think you’re gonna do anything i just think you’re dumb for wasting money. you could be putting that shit in chae’s college fund!” you say frustrated.

“don’t you get tired of having this argument every night?” bada asks.

“don’t you?” you reply. “if you’re tired of it then fire the bitch. put chae in my daycare.”

okay the babysitter isn’t a bitch she’s actually really nice but you’re pissed so anything is gonna come out of your mouth at this point.

“goodnight y/n.” bada says changing and laying in bed.

you look at her in disbelief and grab your pillow and a blanket before walking downstairs to the couch.

this goes on for another week. you started staying at your daycare longer than you needed to which pissed bada off.

it was day six of you staying till nine in the daycare when bada snapped.

“we’re closed!” you called out, doing some cleaning. you could’ve sworn you locked that door.

“is this what you do? sit here and clean to avoid having to see me at home?” bada says, leaning against the door.

ah right, she has the spare key.

“bada i’m busy.” you say putting the toys in new areas.

she sits on the couch, “chae is with her grandmother. i have time.”

“every talk is an argument bada. why would i want to come home to that?” you say angrily.

“because you argue with me! you start every single argument we have. over absolutely nothing!”

“because you’re still paying for a babysitter when you have me!”

“y/n i understand your frustration but there’s a reason i-“ you cut her off, slamming the toy box against the wall.

“what reason? what could possibly be valid enough to waste money like that?” you raise your voice.

bada doesn’t respond. she bites her lip before nodding her head and leaving.

you decided to stay the night in the daycare after that.

——

after about a week of spending the night in the daycare, you went home. you and bada need to have a talk. you sigh walking into the house when you hear sniffling.

“and i’m not sure what to do. we’ve just been arguing.” you hear your girlfriend say. “she hasn’t been home all week i just…”

“maybe you should break up with her. you’re sitting here crying over someone that doesn’t care about you.” you hear the babysitter say. you walk closer and see them sitting on the couch. you want to interrupt but something tells you not to.

the babysitter, you don’t really care about her name, leans closer to bada, wiping her tears. “you’re very pretty, you shouldn’t be crying over her.” she whispers before leaning in attempting to kiss the crying woman.

you step out but bada backs up. “woah,” she sniffles, “i might be crying over my girlfriend but i’m still very much with her and in love with her. i mean the whole point in me hiring you was cause i didn’t want chae spoiling the proposal. i love my girlfriend.”

“proposal?” you say out loud, cringing after you’re caught.

“baby…” bada says quietly.

you hold your hand up, “you need to leave.” you say to the person sitting on the couch.

“whatever. i could’ve treated her better.” she says standing and grabbing her stuff.

as she walked out of the house, you pushed her before slamming the door in her face. not knowing (or caring) if she fell.

“y/n.” bada sniffles.

“you were.. gonna propose to me?” you question.

“well yeah. chae… chae can’t hold water. remember when she spoiled your birthday necklace? it was convenient having the babysitter cause she can get all the energy out and by the time you get home she’s sleep or she forgot all about it.”

you feel tears hit your eyes, “bada.. fuck i’m the worst girlfriend ever.” you pull her into a hug.

“you’re not the worst ever. but you kinda suck.” bada says making you guys fall to the couch then cuddling into your chest.

“i’m so sorry.” you whisper into her hair. “i love you so much. i promise i’ll spend forever making it up to you.” your hand rubs her back.

“mhm.” she mumbles. she closes her eyes enjoying the feeling.

then chae runs down the stairs. “mommy!! oh.. hi y/n!! did mommy propose to you already?” she asks climbing on bada’s back after noticing the tears in your eyes.

bada groans, “see what i mean?”

Taglist (open! comment to be added!): @waveartistry @sun-nyy @yngtort @elliesblkgirlfriend @jennamc75 @m0r0s1111 @seungxstar @badasbebe @lil-elliesgf @currentfications

a/n: this is gonna have like 2-3 parts😭love y’all

[jisungsspams]

embarrassing puppy jeno and making him degrade himself stop he would look so pretty crying 🥺🥺

Warning: heavy dom/sub ofc, sub!jeno and puppy!jeno <3, name calling (whore, slut and dog), degradation, jeno calls you mommy and owner (but like once), tying and overstim. Idk u overstim jeno so much he cries so Dacryphilia

Kinda mixing those two ask together just bcs <3 i hope thats okay with you @lav-nct

STOP this is toomuch 😭 he’ll be so cute all messy and crying for you to stop 😭 Jasmine.. your brain is insane thank you so much

Like I said before, he’s the most obedient sub ever, always taking what you give him and he’ll never EVER act bratty but Jeno’s biggest problem is his horniness. My man is always horny, ALWAYS horny. Like imagine One day, you come home and see him humping a pillow without asking your permision to touch himself. Grrrr im gonna cry from howmuch I love sub!jeno

Jeno overstim + tying + degrading 

Not proofread lol 

Warnings: overstim ofc, tying, degradation Sub! Jeno, puppy! Jeno, Jeno calls you mommy, maybe Switch! Jeno at the end? 

Word count: about 1.2k 

-” Do you think you can cum on more time for mommy? “ 

Jeno look at you from underneath you, his puppy eyes filled with tears. You were pumping his length with your hand at a slow pace, softly rubbing his sensitive tip earning a whimper from him, looking at him waiting for an answer. Jeno couldn’t remember how long you were sitting there, forcing orgasm over orgasm. 

He knew he deserved it because he hadn’t followed your rules and had touched himself without asking you but he didn’t know how much more time he’ll be able to keep going. 

-” Mommy… please… I’ve been- ah- a good pup…please let me touch you. “ 

He started moving his hands behind his back who were held in place by your belt. All this time you’ve been spending playing with him, his hands were tied. Not letting him touch you while you did whatever you wanted to him. 

-” Really, you want to touch mommy? Gonna have to cum one more time for that “ 

You grabbed his neck, cutting air flow ever so slightly. Everything you did to him was in the softest way possible, you knew that was what broke him. Not going fast enough and not giving him choice was what made him crazy for you. His hips jerked up in your hand involuntary, making you go a bit faster. He was already close even if his last orgasm wasn’t even that long ago, his stomach and chest covered in his previous highs and sweat. 

-” Come one puppy, mommy might even fuck you after. Wanna fill mommy up? “ 

-” Please mommy.“ he said without even really knowing what he was pleading for. 

Your voice was sweeter than usual, as if he was too dumb to understand what you were saying and honestly, he didn’t understand all of what you were saying, he was just too deep in his pleasure. Your name leaving his mouth like a chant, as if he only knew that single word. You felt proudness fill your chest as you looked at his fucked-up state. He was broken, just as you intended when you started playing with him. Your hand on his neck pressed harder and sending him over the edge, making him cum for the nth time on your hand. 

-” My pretty pup “you cooed in his ear, letting him come down from his high “Don’t dare going soft on me. You’re my fucktoy remember?” 

-” Yes, yes, I’m your slut! “He answers as quick as you asked, still feeling dizzy from his high. 

You started pumping his length again, earning breathy whimpers from him. He quickly became hard again, the idea of coming inside you making him see stars. You stopped pumping him and finally detached his hands. Jeno’s hand immediately attached to your boobs, pinching your nipples and fondling your breasts 

You let him do it but you looked at him expectedly. He knew exactly what he needed to do to get you to fuck him 

-” Please… use me how you want.” He said in a pleading tone, letting you know how bad he needed you. 

-” You’re really nothing but my stupid whore. “ 

You didn’t wait for an answer to position yourself on top of his cock and sit on it. You could never get used to the stretch he gave you but the glide was made easier by your own arousal, that was almost dripping out of you onto the sheets. You started to ride him at a very slow pace, just to infuriate him more and it worked. His hand came on your hips and slightly made you move faster. 

-” Faster please. “ 

You didn’t listen to his plea and kept your slow pace. Your hands going on his shoulder to steady yourself as if you were going to go faster but you didn’t, you just kept your slow pace, almost laughing at him from how desperate he looked at you.   

Jeno just couldn’t take it anymore. He had been such a good puppy for you and you were still being cruel to him. He had to do something about it. He grabbed your hips harder and slid his cock out of you. He easily manhandled you, flipping you head towards the bed and ass up. 

-” You played with me enough, my turn now. “ 

He said before slamming his cock back into you with no warning, earning a high-pitched moan from you. You loved it when he showed this side of him after you pushed his button too far. He trusted into you with so much force you knew you would have bruises tomorrow. His hands and your hip, pushing you even further on his cock, making you feel him so deep inside of you. 

-” Gonna let your puppy fuck you dumb? Your puppy’s gonna make you feel so good” he said while pounding unto you restlessly 

You couldn’t even reply to him from how strong his trusts were, only screaming his name like a chant. As much as he loved your dominant side, he also loved seeing you squirm under him, screaming for him to slow down. 

-” Jeno, slow down” you said breathless as he just didn’t stop with his trust, only shushing you to soothe you down, softly rubbing your hip with his hand. You felt the familiar knot forming in your stomach, you knew you wouldn’t hold up very long from how he was going on you. The only thing holding you up was Jeno hold on you as you felt your legs giving up. 

-” Don’t worry mommy, let your puppy take care of you.” The way he was still calling you mommy made you felt even closer as he wasn’t using it like before but in an even more perverted way, making you feel like a dumb whore. 

-” Puppy... I'm close...” You said making him bring his hand down to your sensitive bud, sending you over the edge, making you scream his name even louder. Seeing your state made him feel his high grow quickly, knowing he had that much effect on you so easily.  

-” Cum for me please.” He sounded almost desperate to get you to cum, caring much more about your pleasure than his at this point, his finger pressing even harder on your bud to make you come faster. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head from how good you were feeling, the knot quickly snapped due to how Jeno was making you feel. Your moans getting caught in your throat as you couldn’t even talk from how your orgasm was washing over you. Jeno rode you through it but didn’t calm down as your high came down, he just kept going, this time trying to reach his own high, making you feel extremely overstimulated. But you could still tell he was close due to how floppy his trusts were becoming 

-” You’re gonna cum for mommy?” You said in between moans making him groan. Your talking was what threw him over the edge, making him come inside of you. He kept his length inside of you until it became soft again, before finally sliding it out. He pulled out and you immediately fell on the bed, feeling exhausted. He joined you soon after, making you kiss his face softly to praise him for his good work today. 

-” Can you cume one more time for your puppy?” 

Sorry if the ending is a bit rushed, I was too fed up to write a good ending sorry 🙁 gonna rewrite it if probably 😀. 

[skinbeneaththeskull]

Bad boy!Dave accidentally making his sensitive gf cry/feel bad and he tries to comfort her by kissing and cuddling (or sum else yk *wink wink*)

i actually love this req anon 🙊🙊

you two were watching a movie, some sex scenes and whatnot. but of course, Dave's gonna say something about the actress, making goo goo eyes at her and commenting on her body. you noticed and kept to yourself when he shifted around and groaned in his seat. him saying things like "damn, look at her" and "god- she's beautiful" when she looks nothing like you, different body shape and a blonde, of course.

you stopped watching the movie, kind of curling into a ball on the couch and moved away from his touch.

he looked over, seeing how you were acting. he was confused, putting his hand on your thigh.

"somethin' wrong, pretty?"

he asked, genuinely wanting to know what was bothering his baby.

"oh, you think im pretty? yeah, right..."

you mumbled the last part, already starting to get emotional over something that didn't need to be a big problem.

"what?? of course i think so-"

he shook his head, giving an eye roll.

he leaned in to kiss your cheek, though you pushed him away and wipes the kiss stain off of your skin. he was just heated now.

"what the fuck is up with you?!"

he yelled, making you burst into tears. he knew you were sensitive to yelling, hiding your face in your thighs. muttering the words "im sorry" over and over again.

of course he felt like shit for making his girl cry, trying to comfort you by rubbing your back and playing with your hair.

"don't be sorry- that was- my fault, i know, i know."

he sighed, kissing your head.

"cmon, let's go,"

he picked you up over his shoulder, bringing you to your shared room and sat you down on the mattress.

"tell me what's wrong, baby. please?"

he wiped your tears, seeing how red and puffy they were. he kissed your cheeks, trying to make you happier.

"you... you were-"

you sniffled, looking away from the other.

"saying things about her.. on tv,"

you mumbled softly, looking back at Dave.

"oh honey,"

he brought you into a hug, lifting you up to your feet and shoved your face into his chest, caressing the back of your head.

"you know it's just a celebrity crush-"

he tried, but you spoke up again.

"she looks nothing like me! it makes me think im not even your type.."

Dave pouted, you looked up and he started kissing your forehead.

"are you kidding? you're so gorgeous. a beautiful face, eyes, smile.... body."

he whispered that last part, making your face heat up a little bit.

"cmon- you're such a beautiful girl compared to any of those sluts on tv."

you started laughing, smiling, trying not to cry or let out happy tears from Dave's words of affirmation.

"see! look at that pretty smile."

he chuckled, kissing all over your face.

"and if you don't believe me..."

he eyed the bed behind you, giving a smirk.

"maybe i can fuck it outta you, hm? make you my person slut, how's that?"

he whispered in your ear, earning a gasp out of you when he rubbed his bulge against your thigh.

you just nodded quickly, getting away from Dave's tight hold, taking your shirt and shorts off.

he did the same, stripping to his boxers, you in your undergarments.

he kept eyeing you, running his hands up and down the sides of your torso.

"god- i love you so much."

he said, putting sloppy kisses up and down all over your body.

"all mine, yeah?"

"mmhm.."

you moaned out, him pushing you onto the bed, his head in between your legs, leaning down to put soft kisses against your clothed clit making your thighs contract around his head.

"Dave-"

he hooked his fingers under your underwear, pulling down before he ran his fingers through your slick folds.

"what? wanna taste you, sweetheart."

you leaned back into the pillows, relaxing your body as you tangled your hand in his curls.

he attached his mouth to your hole, nudging your clit with his nose. the friction made you squeal, which only made Dave more turned on.

he was too busy eating you out to try and pleasure himself, only grinding against the edge of the mattress when he could.

bringing his mouth up to your clit, sucking and licking harshly on it to get you to your release, making eye contact with you while he did.

you shoved his face down more, cumming all over his face before you almost screamed in pleasure.

he lifted his head up, mouth and chin smothered in your fluids, biting your lip from the sight.

"my turn now, princess."

he smacked your thigh, flipping you over on your knees, grabbing your hips and shoving himself inside of your cunt, groaning from how warm and tight it was.

"fuck! already wanna cum, baby."

he wrapped his arms around your stomach, bunny humping you, hitting hard and deep thrusts which made you moan, shoving your face deep inside of your pillow.

"ah, ah. let me hear those pretty little noises."

he demanded, slapping your ass and gripping onto your hips before you got louder.

"there you go. that's my girl-"

he groaned before letting out a whine, cumming inside and filling you up, not stopping with his thrusts, wanting to make sure you came around him again.

his seed dribbled out of your cunt down your thighs, cumming around his length and gripping the sheets.

"that felt good, hm? yeah?"

he chuckled, flipping you over on your back again as he got ontop of you, sucking hickeys onto your neck.

"so pretty... gonna make everyone know you belong to me."

you held his head in place, moaning everytime he bit down onto your sensitive skin.

"you're fucking mine. yknow that, baby?"

you nodded, letting out louder whines just to get Dave worked up.

"Good-"

he tackled you into a hug, cuddling you. he wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your face.

"love you so much."

[deaconusdelirium]

Can you do adler and makarov how they gonna comfort me? I really really need it, please make it sweet like very, am very depressed and k really need it

I’m so sorry to hear that, love, and im real sorry I took forever to answer this. I was busy with school and I had a few personal things I needed to get to before I came back to my socials. Forgive me🧎‍♀️

———

Makarov-

Vladimir knows he probably the worst person to come to or even be around when you’re feeling down. The man knows nothing about how to comfort you, he knows he’ll say something wrong at one point. And he beats himself up about when he knows he struck a cord with you, so he often asks Yuri/Nolan if they know anything about helping and if they have any advice. But one thing for sure is he will let you tell him what’s bothering you, he’ll let you cry and he won’t say a word. It makes it a little harder when he’s traveling for work, knowing he can’t be there to rest your head against his shoulder while he wipes your tears away with his thumb. He can’t offer a supportive pat on the back or a very (awkward) tender cuddle. However, when he comes back home, he’ll treat you to a few gifts he brought back along the way. Handing you a bag as he stands there with his hands behind his back- hoping you’ll at least like what he got, which reminded him of you. Sometimes he curses to himself when the realization sets in that he actually really cares about you when he’s scrolling through his phone- shopping. Looking through your favorite comfort items, or even just anything in particular he thinks you’ll like. And he knows he can just have it shipped back to you, but he’d rather personally deliver it to you just to see that smile grow on your face. That or he just sends you money and lets you get whatever. Sits with you on the couch, watching as you go through the things he bought, silently hoping you’ll like what he got. Gently pulls you in closer as he kisses the top of your head and apologizes for how long and how far he was away from you. Whispers words of love and mainly asks himself how someone like you trust him of all people to help you during your state, in Russian

———

Adler-

He knows a little more about feelings and what you’re going through. He’s more on the ‘know your peers’ side, he already gets how you feel when you have slightly smaller states of depression, if you want, he’ll let you have your space. But if he knows you really need him, he’ll let you do what you need him to. He’ll tell Woods and Mason to lay off you, gives you time off from work, he’s not one for much backlash against his coworkers. But if Hudson so much as says something he considers rude, he has no problem saying something back. Once he’s done with work for the day, he’ll come back and sit with you, asking if you’d like anything to make you feel a little better and comfortable before you both settle down. He’ll make your comfort food, offer a jacket or a shirt. Always makes sure you’re eating properly and drinking plenty of water. He knows it’s a far fetch to make you laugh and actually feel better, but he’ll be damned if he won’t make you smile by the end of the day. When night time rolls by he’ll scoot up on close to you. Asks you to tell him about your day, even if you did nothing interesting, he’ll ask you to go into detail about what you thought about. If there’s a specific memory that makes you smile all while he holds you close. He doesn’t like when you stay up late, he can see that some things are bothering you. And he hates to say it, but always tells you that even missing one nights sleep can really impact your week. He’ll make you tea, give you a massage because of how tense and anxious you get. He knows insomnia is a real pain, but he also doesn’t want you missing out on sleep. so he’ll cuddle behind you, one arm as your pillow the other- up and under your other as he smoothes your hair back. Fingers softly brushing against your temple as his legs tangle with yours, pulling you close as he keeps an eye on you throughout the night. Jumping up at anything you want or need

———

♡̩͙im a little rusty but im sure it’ll all come back to me soon. Im sorry i took so long without any updates and i didnt say that i was leaving. I just thought that my work was going unnoticed and i didnt need to explain. But I hope i got a bit of this right, it’s a little sloppy and doesn’t exactly fit everyone’s bill. But send me some ideas so I know what to put down the next time i write something like this. Much love, Deacon ♡̩͙

[junhannies]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ dont let me lose you | choi taeyang

pairing: choi taeyang × reader

genre: kinda friends to lovers w no obvious confessions, hurt/ comfort, fluff

warning: grammer

wc: 0,8k

summary: you and taeyang had a big fight, maybe the biggest one you two ever had. and now you are on your way to see him even though the horrible weather.

a/n: heyy!! so this is actually a part of a long fic i have been writing for a while. but i looove this episode so i thought to myself why not publish it here as well, enjoyy!!

⟡ fic starts under the cut!

it was raining like hell outside . and you were trying to get to theo’s house as soon as you could. you were already nearly completely wet and freezing.

you had problems with taeyang before. but they were all about meaningless little things. this one was actually different. you had both said stuff you knew you were gonna regret. and you wanted to talk it out with him. you knew you werent gonna stop overthinking this whole thing if you didnt handled it immediately. so here you were standing in front of theo and jiung’s house. you knocked the door and it was immediately opened by jiung who was shocked to see you standing there, completely drenched because of the weather.

“y/n are you crazy? what are you doing here? you are going to be sick” he yelled while he was literally dragging you inside.

“i had to see him jiung” you said.

“i know i know. lets get you changed up so you wont catch a cold” he said with a comforting smile.

“do you have spare clothes? or do you want me to give you-“

“oh i already have some, dont worry” you said while walking through the bathroom. you knew it was gonna rain like hell. but you came anyways.

“just let me change real quick then i will be talking to him”

he nodded while showing the bathroom with one hand. you quickly changed up. you were nervous as hell and even shocked that you werent shaking like crazy right now. you showed all your wet clothes in the bag then left the bathroom.

jiung was already waiting for you in the hallway. “are you feeling nervous?” he asked cutely.

“yeah. i dont even know what im gonna say. i just felt so bad that i took the first train here. i dont know what was i thinking to be honest.”

“you were scared of losing him y/n. thats okay. you need to calm down first. he’s very upset as well. he hasnt left his room since you two had a fight.”

you shook my head in response.

“his room is upstairs” he said. then showed you the way.

“good luck” he whispered. then went back downstairs.

you were so nervous that you were about to faint. you mumbled some shit to give you confidence. then you slowly opened the door and entered the room.

“go away jiung” theo said but it was more like a mumble. he was lying on the bed. you slowly walked over to him and sat on the bed. he probably though you were jiung since he even turned his head to look at you. so you laid down next to him.

“hey taeyang” you said softly. he was shocked to see it was not jiung but you.

“y/n what the hell are you doing here? its raining like crazy out there” he said worriedly while sitting up.

“i had to see you. so i took the first train here” you said. you could already feel your eyes tearing up. but since you didnt want him to see that, you turned your head.

“y/b please dont cry” he said while cupping your cheeks.

“im so sorry, i was acting like a total jerk” he said pullint you close to his chest.

“im sorry too theo. i was being a bitch anyways”

“no, please dont say that” he whined

“ i dont even know why i said that. i got so angry with myself afterwards. and now you are here. you came to see me in this shitty weather and i didnt even text you.”

you sobbed quietly while he was caressing your hair.

“please dont cry y/n. its okay. we are okay, right?”

you shook my head. and he pulled you closer to his chest. you stayed like that for a while.

“can we cuddle and sleep please” you asked.

“of course” he said. then fixed the pillows.

“i care about you too much to lose you in a stupid argument like this. im so sorry for upsetting you”

he then quickly hid his head in the stack of pillows and you laughed at the way he got shy.

“no need to get embarrassed theo” you said ruffling his hair.

“come here” he said pulling you into a tight hug. and you felt the safest you have felt in a while. he was soft and warm. and his arms wrapping you tightly made you believe he wasnt gonna leave you ever.

“taeyang?”

he hummed as a response.

“dont let me lose you, okay?”

“you dont have to worry about such thing” he kissed the top of your head.

“now lets sleep. shall we?”

[11queensupreme11]

QUEEN ITS LIKE 2AM HERE, AND I CANT SLEEP CUZ YOUR NEWEST CHAPTER IS STRESSING ME TF OUT STOPP 😭

When i read the TWs, my eyes literally bulged out hahwhwjwk

As a hard core posy fan, i was fed the finest of feasts this chapter <3 lol i already know pillow-humper, skin-licker, daughter-lover, vouyerism-fetishizing, daddyseidon is a bit freaky but aint no way his first major fatherly disciplinary action is TO SPANK HER, and mf was smirking too 😭

this is even more wild to think abt considering that blud has never had a child to discipline before, so im pretty sure this scenario was floating in his crusty ass mind for a while and now hes finally had the chance to act on it

Another thing, i thought the whole ichor tasting scene was the cause for the cannabilism TW and i was like oh ok 🙂 and then my jaw dropped 😭😭 BEELIE 😭😭

I was a beelcy stan from the very beginning. Still am. But his recent actions — him just not saying that he fcked up and shouldnt have made that deal w loki, his newfound jealousy and rage against anthonious (leave him alone, he sounded hella cute in that pov and in his other interactions w our loser stop😔), and lastly WHAT HE DID TO MIMIR theres no going back 😭 i feel like all the love ur giving to beel this act 1 is like our hook but then youre gonna make him such an unhinged and even hateable yan (tbh u've been hinting at that a loooong time ago but my delulu ahh kept coping, correct me if im wrong, yes im still coping). Like i have this feeling that by the end, beels gonna be one of the people percy would start to hate a lot, maybe even the most cuz, while i havent read or watched pjo, i know that his character has a lot to do w loyalty as a trait. This then gives way for other yans to swoop in and get close to her, i see you author 😡.

Sooner or later, all of beels advantages will be stripped away from him: (1) him not being related since now theres anubis and loki, (2) his knowledge of her identity/being someone she can talk to without having to be careful with her words, since loki already knows and eventually everyone else will know, (3) her friendship w him/the trust that he'll have her back because my god he keeps fucking up and all his problems will blow up sooner or later cuz he keeps bottling it up, (4) the possibility of maybe having a normal relationship w her since mimir squashed that down. There could be more but im too braindead to think rn

You're honor, i cant defend him no more 😭

As a beelcy fan, im rolling on the floor, puking tears. But as someone who has been craving apollo and hades, and is currently warming up to loki, im so 💙💙💙

Im supposed to be asleep so i can continue drawing later, but then you dropped this nuke on me and i dont know what to do w my thoughts 😞

"pillow-humper, skin-licker, daughter-lover, vouyerism-fetishizing, daddyseidon is a bit freaky but aint no way his first major fatherly disciplinary action is TO SPANK HER, and mf was smirking too 😭"

pls i'm crying at the names 😭😭 poseidon's no longer the god of the seas or god of gods, he's just.... pillow-humer, skin-licker, daughter-lover, and vouyerism-fetishizer LMAO I CONSIDER THAT AS AN UPGRADE 😂😂😂😂😂

and yes daddyseidon has been WAITING for the moment to finally 'discipline' her 💀💀 he just didn't think she'd try to risk her life for it, but whelp, she's okay now so he can spank her for it later 😂😂😂

and as for beelie.... 😔

oh beelzebub, whatever are we gonna do with you 🥲

for your sake, everyone should keep their expectations for beelzebub low. i mean technically, you should do that for all the yans, but beelzebub ESPECIALLY 😂😂

[stars4ni]

-gloomy days turn to happy days- ⋆·˚ ༘ *

✿ (    genre⠀ )   …   oneshot, kai x reader, gn reader, friends to lovers, fluff, comfort, highschool au

𝜗𝜚 (    warnings⠀ )   …   swearing, crying, comforting, hugs, kissing, rain, suicidal thoughts, pet names

☆ (    word count⠀ )   …   1.884k

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my pillow was drenched, i paused between my tears to lay on my side. i just stared at the cream colored wall in front of me. tears started to fall again, i had been crying for an hour. god i’m so worthless, so pathetic. no one wants me, not even myself. i’m such a loner, i have only one friend, who i doubt even truly likes being with me. i have a shit relationship with my parents. it’s 3pm on a fucking wednesday during my break, my classmates are all on vacation or hanging out, and i’m here crying in my bed wondering if i should even still be on this planet. i have nothing going for me, again no friends, parents basically hate me, okay grades but won’t get me into good schools, no job, no boyfriend or girlfriend, im ugly, no one likes me, no one wants me. i covered my mouth as i let out a loud sob, if my parents heard they would come in and give me a huge lecture about all my problems and if that happened i think i’d just off myself right then and there. i sobbed and sobbed. tears falling down my cheeks, falling into my neck and behind my ears, getting my hair all wet. the rain was loud on my window that was behind me, it made me want to cry even more. rain makes me so depressed, it’s so beautiful but makes me so sad. the gloomy colors of the sky, the wet feeling on my skin, driving in it is hell, i hate it. i felt so alone, but was i gonna do anything about it? no. i heard my phone buzzing, i didn’t really care though it was probably my mom telling me to do something, she can wait, i honestly don’t give a fuck, i don’t care about anything right now. i just wanna cuddle up in my fluffy comforter and cry, no one to bother me. it felt like hours of me just laying there staring at the wall crying and crying until the tears got softer and calmer. it was actually only 15 minutes of that but left longer. i heard a knock at the door, i let it pass, until 5 seconds later i heard another knock. “mom! i’m busy!” i yelled annoyed.

“uh…it’s kai, can i come in? your mom let me in” your friend kai said through the door. fuck i completely forgot i was supposed to meet my friend kai at this cafe to study 45 minutes ago. “yeah um…hold on give me like 5 seconds!” i quickly wiped my tears away, tried to breathe normally and ran to my drawer to grab some pants to put on, since i was okay in a crop top and underwear. i sat on my bed, my feet dangled off the side, i anxiously swung them back an forth. “okay you can come in now!” kai opens the door and closing it behind him. his blonde hair was all damp, he had a concerned look on his face, he stood there looking at me. “what’s up? i’ve been calling you like crazy, i waited and waited then i just gave up and came here cause-” i interrupted him. “sorry! i just lost track of time, i was asleep, we can study here!” i faked a smile. he took a seat next to me, he looked at me. he noticed you were acting different, and noticed your puffy eyes “hey we’re you crying? your eyes are red and puffy” he asked softly and concerned. i looked at the floor, breaking eye contact with him. “y/n are you okay?” he asked moving his head at an angle trying to make eye contact again. “i was crying earlier…but i’m fine kai” you said trying to get him to stop asking. “are you sure? i can tell when you are lying to me” he said as he grabbed my hand. “look at me” i looked at him. “you can be honest with me, i’m here for you y/n” he said squeezing my hand, then caressing it. he never broke eye contact with me, he acted like he really cared. “i’m just feeling unwanted and things like that…” i said looking at him. he frowned “and whys that hmm?” he scooted closer to me still holding my hand, still looking at me, he listened so well. “i feel like no one wants me, i’m lonely, i have no one, i’m nothing, i wonder if i should even stay here kai…” tears started to fall down my cheeks. “y/n please don’t think that way, i’m here for you, always, i want you, i need you in my life, please know that” he said with a mix of smiling and frowning. “ kai, but i don’t believe you. you can always find someone better than me. i’m really nothing special.” i said sobbing wiping my tears away with my free hand. “but you are special, you are so special, so unique, so beautiful, i don’t say it a lot but…i love you so much, i really do y/n” i let go of his hand reaching around him and laid my head on his shoulder, crying into his hoodie. he put his arms around me, he hugged me, his hands on my lower back. he rubbed my back up and down with his hands. i felt so safe, so comforted. my cries were muffled from being smushed into his shoulder. he moved his hand up to my hair as he gently played with it, it calmed me.

i moved back looking at him, “kai…i haven’t gotten an i love you in months…you don’t realize how happy that made me…i love you too” i actually smiled. his hand moved up to my face, gently wiping my tears away with his thumb. he smiled at me. he leaned down, removing his hand and pushing back my hair, he kissed my cheek. “you are so special y/n, you belong” he smiled. a couple tears shred down my face, i looked up at him smiling. “no more crying…it makes me sad y/n” he pouted. “i have an idea to cheer you up…what about a walk in the rain hm?” he suggested. i usually hate the rain but it sounded fun. i just wanted to be with him, i was scared if he left i would feel so alone. i nodded and smiled. “let’s go!” he ran to my closet and got a hoodie out for me. he ran back to me, he was so excited, he was like a child so eager to go outside on a snow day. he put my hoodie on me as he grabbed my hand, ran to my bedroom door, opening it than to the front door. “sit down, i’ll put them on don’t worry” he gestured to my sneakers that were on the floor. i sat on the small bench right next to the door, he put my shoes on for me and even tied them. i looked down at him while he was tying, he looked so fucking adorable. my stomach started to turn, heat going to my cheeks. i was blushing. he looked up at me as he finished the last knot. “your cute when you blush” he laughed as i then giggled. he stood up, i followed. he grabbed an umbrella, opened the door as he walked though first opening the umbrella putting it above me. we started to walk down the sidewalk as he just kept the umbrella over me and not him. “kai, come closer! your getting soaked” he moved closer to me, now both of us were under the umbrella. we walked down the sidewalk as he reached out his hand to hold mine, i grabbed his. my face turning even more red than it already was. “nice isn’t it?” he said looking at me. “yeah it’s calming, i actually love it” i said smiling at him. “you see that giant puddle over there?” he said pointing at it. “yeah?” “wanna go jump in it?” i laughed at him, thinking he was joking. “i’m being serious y/n… it sounds fun!” “okay sure!! but i’m not getting my sneakers all messed up” he set the umbrella down in the sidewalk as we both took our shoes off and placed them underneath the umbrella. he grabbed my hand as we ran to the puddle jumping and kicking water at each other. we laughed and screamed at each other. pants getting soggy, feet frozen. i felt so happy to be with him, the rain was fun. it didn’t make me feel sad anymore, it was a good thing now. he came closer to me. he grabbed my face, “i love you so so much!” i looked up at him to see his huge smile. “i love you too kai”

he looked away then looking back a little nervously, “can i kiss you?” he asked anxiously for your answer. “please” i said. he crashed his lips into mine. caressing my cheek, moving our lips together, rain falling on us. it felt perfect. it was perfect. he pulled back, pushing my wet hair back. “god i love you so much” he said leaning his head back in awe. i grabbed his hand, “more than friends…right?” i asked laughing. “obviously” he laughed as he kissed me again, with even more passion than the last one. i tasted the rain water on his lips, i melted into his lips, he’s one of a god damn good kisser. the kiss broke he picked me up from my back and twirled me around. i laughed. “kai! put me down!” “hmm okay okay princess, anything for you” he smiled. he took my hand again as he walked over to our shoes and picked them up as we walked back to the house. he opened the door as i walked in first. “go to your room, i’ll get you a towel okay?” i nodded as i walked to my room as i sat in the floor. kai came into my room with a big fluffy towel, he wrapped it around me from the back as he hugged me. he snuggled into me, “mhm… so comfy” he started to place small kisses on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “you are so perfect y/n” he said in between the kisses he was sending up to my temple. “i’m so cold kai” i said whining. “oh no i can’t let my precious baby be cold, how about some fresh clothes and hot tea?” he said running his hands on my arms.“baby? your precious baby?” i said shocked. “well of course darling, you are so precious” he said leaving a sloppy kiss on my cheek. he felt the the heat on your cheek, “oh someone’s blushing hm?” he said giggling. i looked down embarrassed. “you are so cute…let me go get you those clean clothes and tea for my darling” he said squeezing me tight and getting up off the floor. i looked out the window, the raindrops falling down it. i used to get so sad looking at the rain but now it fills me with happiness. all because of kai, he make those gloomy days all the better.

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stars4ni ©

[summ6rbummer]

patrick hocksetter x female bully victim

ASKFJSKDJHSLA BLESS YOU FOR GIVING ME SOMETHING TO WRITE ILY (PSA) if you like any of my work, pls pls pls request something!! i love writing these!

okay i got this in the bag. im not gonna use a lot of descriptive terms for the girl in this because i didnt get a lot of input WHICH is not a problem but i dont wanna make this unfit for the requester (or anyone frls) anywayss basically the reader in this is has been targeted for quite a few years, starting in elementary with bowers and hocksetter, then in middle school with huggins and criss. i also wasnt sure if this was supposed to be a ship or romantic or not butt im making it a little bit. but not a lot. im gonna js start writing now i hope you enjoy!! also this might be a little long.

little one

patrick hocksetter x female! bully victim

(first person)

tw! stalking - lowkey sexual harassment - mentions of suicide-

first day of 5th grade, stepper elementary school derry Maine. my mom had picked an outfit for my first day, a pair of overalls and a little striped short sleeve with my boots and some ponytails. thinking back, that was an adorable outfit. yet the way i remember feeling when they ruined it was not.

i had that class with dumb and dumber themselves, patrick hocksetter and henry bowers. i didn't know much about them at the time, considering that 5th grade was the first year i had a class with either of them. id heard rumors about henry and some boys he was friends with being huge bullies and to steer clear of them, so when i walked into that classroom on the first day and saw them sitting in the back corner, warning signs flashed in my peripherals.

id always been an anxious kid, hell my parents bothered me about it every chance they could get. anyways, i was already having stomach quivers about starting school, and now i was in the same class as them. of course, as i was trying to lay low, the teacher decided to put me at the table in front of them. i could just feel the terrible intent radiating off of the boys behind me, through the icebreaker games, through math, reading, science, and even recess. recess was where i met my best friend, Emma. she was in the other fifth grade class, with the other two boys, reggie and victor? i think that was his name. she told me all about the things people say about the group.

especially patrick. they say he killed his younger brother with a pillow when he was five. im still shocked to this day about that. but i remember going back to class after that and feeling oddly cold sitting down in front of that boy. throughout the rest of class, i was slowly preparing myself to ask the teacher to move my seat. so when the dismissal bell rang, i waited for the rest of the students to leave, including patrick and henry, to go to the teacher and tug on her sleeve to ask her to move my seat.

the next day, she sat me across the room, next to a boy named jonathan. i was feeling much better about that class, until about halfway through lunch. i was sitting with Emma and Jonathan, chatting about our highscores in dig dug. out of nowhere, it got extremely quiet in the lunchroom. i stopped talking and carefully looked around, before realizing everyone was looking at our table. my blood ran cold as i realized Emma was staring at something directly behind me, dead eyes and mouth agape.

slowly i turned around, only to be met eye to eye by patrick hocksetter. he had a sca smile on holding a balloon filled with something and a thumbtack. before i could even ask what he wanted, he stabbed the balloon directly above my head, letting bright blue liquid splash over my hair, and down my face and clothes. he erupted into laughter, followed by the rest of the boys, followed by scattered giggles across the lunchroom. i coughed in shock, blinking, before the burning sensation set into my eyes. i started crying, and my throat was closing at the smell and my coughing. through my blue blurred eyes, i stumbled up, shoved through the four boys and the rest of the laughing lunchroom and ran out to the bathroom. before i could even make it there, a hand grabbed the back of my shirt.

henry had pulled me out of the bathroom doorway, and now i was surrounded by the boys.

'hopefully that'll teach your stupid fucking girl brain not to snitch to the teacher about us." i heard a voice sneer at me. i rubbed my eyes and watched through blurry vision as they turned and started walking back to the lunchroom. "but we aren't done with you SNITCH" i heard henry yell as i carefully stumbled into the bathroom.

and they decided they weren't done with me. not for the rest of the year, not for the year of 6th grade, or 7th grade, or 8th, or oven freshman year. and each year they got more and more creative. it evolved from shoving me on the playground, to snipping off pieces of my hair when i wasn't paying attention, then when i hit puberty, showing off my bled-through gym shorts, catcalling me in the hallways, and snapping my bra straps. leaving threatening notes in my locker, as well as dead flies, yknow, the usual.

eventually, i got used to the humiliation, but i was extremely surprised that it all came from me just asking to move my seat in fifth grade.

now its sophomore year, and its gotten worse yet better. im only really targeted by patrick and henry, the other two are really just in for the ride. belch, as they call him, is actually kinda nice to me. we have social studies together. i let him borrow a pencil one time and give him homework answers and in return, he kinda started being nice to me. patrick on the other hand was treating me exactly the same. stalking me through the hallways, following me home, leaving me threatening notes, boring his eyes into the back of my head in class, carving his initials into my windowsill....

but it seems like hes become more obsessed than hateful. one time i found a list of my backpack contents inside my pocket. and half the time i dont even know how he finds out some things. its kinda scary. whos fucking kidding its terrifying. and im so fucking tired of it.

he terrorizes me. i sprint home everyday so he cant catch up to me. sometimes they all take belchs car and i hear the engine rapidly approaching me. all these things build up over the days and weeks, and it makes me feel like im genuinely going insane. i have panic attacks on my way to school, i flinch at people trying to hug me, i just live under the freakishly tall shadow of patrick hocksetter. i wonder how he can be so messed up when we're only fifteen.

anyways, back to present day, biology class. which i coincidentally have with both bowers and patrick. lucky me. i sat two desks up and diagonal from both of them, each on either side. it was the second to last month of school, and we were finishing our human anatomy unit.

i was zoned out, listening to the droning, buzzing sound of our teacher's voice. at the feeling of a crumpled ball of paper hitting my shoe, i came back down to earth, glancing over my shoulder at patrick, who had a grin on his face. i slowly reached down and picked up the crumpled note, opening it and reading it.

'you n me behind the school, 3;30. if youre late, pray you're fast enough to get home before i do. which you wont be. thanks little one.'

i let out a shaky sigh when i finished reading the note. then crumpled it back up and shoved a half assed thumbs up under my arm at him so i didnt have to turn around and look at his face.

my hands got clammy as people started to pack up their backpacks, and i felt myself getting a headache as the bell rang and students filed out of the school. patrick and henry sauntered past me, and patrick let his fingers slideeee across the surface of my desk.. like a warning. jesus.

i took a deep breath, preparing myself for what i had in mind about putting a stop to this shit. i held my pen in my hand, in case i needed to use it as a shank.

as i rounded the corner to the back of the school, i saw patrick leaning against a tree, twirling a stick in his fingers. i cleared my throat and anxiously kept walking towards him. he watched me walk halfway towards him, then he pushed himself off the tree and walked to stand uncomfortably close to me.

'what do you want patrick.. '

he scoffed and started walking around me. 'what do i want? well theres a lot of things i want from you.. if youre offering-' he chuckled near my ear, and i could feel him twirling a piece of my hair in his fingers.

i think that was the moment he drove me crazy. i elbowed him in the ribs and spun around, backing away. i could tell i was gonna cry, either out of anger or fear, but there were tears pooling in my eyes.

'im fucking done. what do WANT from me?? I have done NOTHING to deserve this, and yet you still humiliate me, and terrorize me every day. is this really about fifth grade?? because i feel like thats been repaid for a good four years. what do you get from this? do you get off on making my life miserable like some weird perv?? GOD hocksetter im done! im fucking finished! ill have to kill myself before you'll let me live!' i cried, pacing and screaming at him.

i stopped to catch my breath. he looked shocked for a slight second, and then his face went back its natural smirk. he paced towards me, grabbing my face with his hand, squishing my face.

'you sweet little thing. it is repaid. its been repaid for a while. you just intrigue me so much.. i couldn't possibly stop humiliating you.. you're too infatuating.' he stared at every detail of my face, almost mapping it, before he shoved my face away from his hand. he went right back to circling me again.

'yknow.. it was never really about scaring you. i mean of course i enjoyed that part, you're absolutely hilarious to terrorize.'

i almost laughed in disbelief. ive been going through this all for his shits and giggles. what the fuck is wrong with him.

'it really started wayyyy before fifth grade. it was probably around third grade that i noticed you. i think it was when you were in the school concert... i realized how much you stuck out from all the other kids you were singing with.. and i just became infatuated. i think youre real. like me.'

what the fuck is he talking about?? real? of course im real.. what is going on?

he was walking towards me again, and i stumbled a few steps back until my back hit the hot brick wall and i felt suffocated when i realized.

im afraid of you.

'i dont want to be afraid of you anymore. please. patrick please stop doing this to me.' i pleaded, willing the tears back.

he leaned in closer, if possible, pressing me against the wall. i felt him inhale against my scalp, and for a minute, i felt the wind stop blowing and the birds stop chirping, and i could only feel my heartbeat in my ears and could only smell the sweat and bodyspray that came off of him.

then he backed up, pulled his hands off my shoulders, and stepped away. "go. im not done, but you're done being terrorized."

i shuddered. praying he wasn't lying. i slowly turned my back and started walking away, when i heard him call after me.

'hey. just so you know, youre mine. so youre safe for now. but youre still mine. some things are staying the same. go home.'

i turned around again and started walking home, going over what had just happened. on repeat again and again. what did he mean? im real? of course im real..

what the fuck just happened.

ok so i think that was good.. and im done now so thank you sunshine!

-junie

[kawaii-butt-crust-core]

Rise of the TMNT headcanons because I feel uhhhsodk emotions or something

Warnings: anxiety , gore mention, trauma/PTSD mentions, kidnapping, yelling mentions, claustrophobia mention, if I missed any please lmk ‼️‼️

Donatello ( my favorite hands fucking down )

LOVES "it's always sunny in Philadelphia" and relates to Dennis wayyy too much

( also made a joke about how splinter is frank and he was actually cool with it )

Likes those HYPERBOP and songs like that

At 5am and raph is waking up for the day and he finds Donnie in his room fully awake

"Ive been up for 3 days everything is haunted everybody's evi-"

He also likes twentyone pilots

House of gold, taking my time on my ride, and car radio are his favorites

Actually hates monster ( like the drink ) but he has a can in his room from 2020 that he just poured out for decoration

( honestly I can't even really hate on it I think 2020 just ruined it LMAO )

Has no blankets. Sleeps with a single sheet and a unwashed unsheeted pillow.

Is one of those people that people mistake for way older

Yokai thinks he's at least 18-20 and get so freaked out finding out he's actually just 14

( he loves the attention )

He actually likes HOMESTUCK 😭

( this is based on my friend who likes Homestuck and they remind me of Donatello to some degree )

Has a fan that hasn't had a break since 2016

Maybe longer

Has seasonal depression

He likes to be with April or doing something during the winter because of it to distract himself

April and raph are good with helping him

Leo knows but he knows to just stay out of his way and leave him the fuck alone

And Mikey hasn't really been told because Donnie feels like he's burdening people with his problems ( he didn't even want Leo to know but he just caught on )

He even feels guilty for dragging April and raph into it

Him and Mikey LOVE LOVE LOVED spiderverse

( Donnie got the movie illegally before it even came out )

This mother fucker definitely fell to his knees for spider punk im so sorry

This same mother fucker also probably loved Danganronpa...

He doesn't really like southpark but some episodes get to him

LOVES GHOSTFACE

TO ANOTHER LEVEL

NO ONE CAN LOVE GHOSTFACE AS MUCH AS HIM

Actually probably has purple injected into his veins

"yeah my veins bruise in the blink of an eye and I can't move my body sometimes but so what? It was worth it??"

hates on dream so hard....

DONT HUG ME IM SCARED AKWNWJJF

ALL OF THE BOYS WATCHED IT ( maybe not raph tho actually )

He actually made discord ( idk if I'm even joking or not )

Would this be a good time to add a picture of what I think human Donnie would look like?

Uhhh yeah

Yeah I think so

Ok next

Leonardooooooooo

Just fyi this shit is gonna be so angsty

It will dip I promise

He can't get enough of those "drake the type" memes

But also low-key he is drake

Has a hello kitty clock in his room that actually works for him

He was that annoying ass kid who would say "I can scream like a girl" and then scream to the top of their fucking lungs

The ADHD was tooo muuchhh

So he just basically climbs walls who cares

He's on the ceiling? What's new.

Ok so spieerpunk had don to his knees but Leo was all for Miguel

" NOOOO MY SPIDER PAPIIIII- " *splinter right fucking there*

Daddy issues just crawling out of all of their skin ANYWAYS

Can't draw for shit but loves art

The way he words things makes him sound like a complete gaslighter but he's just stupid

"?? I don't gaslight?? HUH no seriously what did I do?"

The Mario movie possessed him for a while tbh

DIP!

even hours after him returning from the prison realm he was dissociating so bad he was crying to feel something

Just a few weeks later, he isn't better yet by any means he's just ok enough to function

Someone dropped a plate or something ( I probably need to rewatch the scene before I make headcanons for it LMAO ) or dropped a pot, something loud

And he practically went down with it

He fell to the floor and stayed there for a bit

He didn't cry or say anything

Then Mikey tapped his shoulder and he fucking SNAPPED

He will never forgive himself

🫶🏼

The CRUCIAL NIGHTMARESS

*rubs my hands in evilness*

He could feel the same AIR as the prison realm at times

He smelt the same scent

Raph, draxum, and Casey had to sleep in the same room for a while so they would hear him

But sometimes he didn't loudly jerk himself awake

Sometimes it played through and he woke up and didn't make a peep

Sometimes they knew and sometimes they didn't

Most of the time one of them would just wake up because of instinct and see him just frozen

Can't handle gore now

He used to but can't anymore

It reminds him of 1

The kraang

And 2

Seeing his brothers eye all fucked up like that was too much

There were times he didn't even know who he was anymore

He was scared to leave his room for a while and felt such bad guilt for it

While they're out on a mission and Leo's just curled up in his room blowing up raphs phone

Raph wishes he could say something like "oh how the tables have turned" but this isn't what he wanted at all

Uhh ok sudden switch up

HE LOVES BO BURNHAMMMM

Him and Don and Mikey listen to Will Wood

SHAYFER JAMES TOO

JUST THOSE TYPES OF ARTIST

Mixed with late 90s to early 2000s

"erm.... what da flip ;-; NO STFU IM JUST KIDDING STOP BULLYING ME ITS A JOKE-"

Him if he was a hummmaannn

+ maybe some scars on his back

Raphael

Blind in his one eye and low-key has bad eyesight in his other one

He can still see decently but it's pretty much fucked

He likes squishmellows but he knows Mikey LOVES them so if he buys/ finds one, he'll give it to Mikey

He's more of a "childhood stuff animal nostalgia" anyways

Doesn't like to cuss but if he's REALLY scared, he'll let a loud and quick "FUCK -" slip out of his mouth

Or if he's angry hell mumble "this bitch-" or something like that

He feels like he's not doing enough as a brother but genuinely forgets that he needs to take care of himself

Not physically but more so emotionally

He beats himself up when making a mistake even if it was out of kindness

He doesn't think things all the way through and just immediately jumps to "I wanna help people!"

And ends up making a bigger mess so he feels like a bad person

( people have reassured him he's not but he plays back how people get mad at him when he messes up and he doesn't know how to forgive himself if someone got THAT mad at him )

He sometimes just gets this burst of love and just hugs one of his siblings or friends

I think he doesn't develop feelings easily ( infact it's kinda hard for him to, not in a bad way )but one time there was a yokai, about his size, and they really enjoyed each other

He didn't tell anyone but he got her number and they still talk and he might have small feelings for her

The reason he hates being alone because it's a PTSD thing ( that only got worse after the kraang thing )

( he was alone and in danger for most of the movie, the only reason he wasn't freaking out because he knew if he did he was fucked )

And he got possessed before he could even lose his shit

But basically I think he got kidnapped by a hunter and held him captive ( either chained, or in a cage ) for 2 days before splinter found him

( yes they searched for him for 2 days )

The hunter would shoot his gun next to the cage ( or restraints ) he was in to purposely mess with him

And if he cried he would get in his face and start yelling until raph forced himself to stop crying because of fear

It was traumatic

Splinter has his own trauma from losing his fucking kid for 2 days, but it still fucks with raph badly

He still remembers it so vividly that it feels like it had only happened a week ago

So add that in top of the kraang doing what they did to him.....

He was only holding it together for Leo tbh

He can't go to certain areas or he'll start to hear the hunter yelling in his face again, like a hallucination

It's gotten a little bit better over time but the kraang set him so far back

He was also already claustrophobic, but if anyone tries to hold him down now he just immediately throws them off

And hard

Anything that really reminds him too much of the past he just starts freaking out

So he doesn't like to be alone :)

I could do a separate post for this maybe

But moving on

Any early 2000s song from anyone or any 2000 themed song is his SHIT

They did a karaoke night and he did Brittany spears ( yes I know that's like late 90s but yk THAT CATEGORY )

He put on a blonde wig tho and was actually kinda feeling it at some point

He LOVES walking around at night

Just strolling

He loves food. He eats everything

There is nothing he won't eat

He just loves everything

I forgot his scar sadly but here 😔‼️💔

( the nose piercing is fake he's too scared to get one HELP )

Mikey:

This lil shit STEALS

HE USES HIS INNOCENCE TO HIS ADVANTAGE

And I sleeps fine at night with all of it in his room.

ADVENTURE TIMEEE

he loves cartoons

Adult cartoons, children cartoons

If it's animated he wants it injected into his spinal fluid

His music taste is everything

But he really likes indie / indie rock songs

Has all of his art and drawings hung up on his walls

There's maybe one or.two posters he actually bought the rest is his art

Loves spiderverse but he couldn't even enjoy it because he kept looking at Leo crazy with this out of pocket comments

"I wanna pick him up like a baby lion and wash him and feed him milk and release him back into the wild"

"*deadpan* Leo. What the actual hell."

Draxums favorite. Only Mikey knows he's his favorite. If anyone asks drax who his favorite is he says he hates everyone equally and looks over at Mikey

Speaking of drax I think they're vent buddies

Drax vents to him Mikey vents to drax

Drax was very helpful with all of them during the time they were all fucked up from kraang

He even got them into therapy but I'm gonna make a draxum section because I love him ( I lied he's my favorite character, then Donnie)

( God I love drax and Mikey so much let me go on a rant rq )

Apart of draxs training he could definitely pass as a licensed therapist

So if really anyone has some sort of mental thing going on he's there

Even for Leo ( even tho Leo didn't really want his help, that quickly changed tho, again I'll just put this in his section✨ )

But Mikey has these really bad panic attacks that even his brothers don't know about

Only splinter and drax

Splinter is there to comfort him and drax is there to let him talk about it

Mikey doesn't want his brothers to know because he's technically the "therapist" so splinter and drax will never tell anyone

Watched MSA just to make fun of it

Also says cringe shit because he thinks it's funny like Leo

"GYATTTTT....... Y'all know I'm joking right-"

Loves Lilo and stitch

Has an art Instagram with over 1000 followers

LOVES SPICY FOOD

He ate the spiciest chip and then asked for another

Loves spooky month

Fought leo for that damn hello kitty clock

Then stole it

" I'm in your walls :3"

He ate a like 2 handfuls of orbeez when he was 5 before splinter caught him

HUMAN

Draxum:

MY ACTUAL FAVORITE FUCKING CHARACTER AAAAAAAAA

YES I absolutely believe he could qualify as a therapist and he absolutely uses that to his advantage

Leo was still "ish" about draxum but he became a lot more appreciative of him during the times that raph and Casey couldn't be there ( like missions )

He even took time out of work to be there

If he called? He's already almost there

He absolutely a mom IDC he even has the messy mom bun

Mikey calls him dad and that's part of the reason he's his favorite

"honey, it was ruined when she bought it *snaps*" ( I'm sorry ) ( I have to draw this now)

LOVESS BLANKETS

Like all the blankets

The resting bitch face is so real

He has to be leaping for joy happy to maintain a happy face

Goes to Donnies room and tells him to lay his ass down ( he doesnt )

Sends millennial memes to the boys....

*insert a cat smashing on a piano* he's wheezing.

Him and Mikey paint together sometimes

Because he can actually paint super fucking good

Scars all around his body

HUMAN FORMMM

Thats all ill probably make more for April and Casey and splinter

[felixwaffling]

Totally different vibe but I'm gay and thinking so much about him. This post might get nsfw, folks.

I'm smitten. Sure we have our problems, I mean, of course we do, he's dating ME- But FUCK, man. It's like how I felt with Alex except Victor is a good person who actually loves me. He's way stronger than me, which makes me SHAKE bro. He could hurt me if he wanted to, but he's so nice. He calls me things that have me on my fucking knees.

Like. Hooooly shit I can't wait til I get a chance to meet him in person bc when I say I'm gonna do whatever he wants... I MEAN WHATEVER. Like. I will be incapable of saying no. I will be pathetic.

Imagine if we meet in a bar and I get super drunk and kiss him dude that- HGJDHDBFHFHD.

I want him. I want him ON ME. I legit- like. I'm acespec, sex repulses me, the thought of being touched is so scary, but like I'd let him be all over me if he actually wanted me. I'd let him do ANYTHING.

I am so fucking attracted to this guy, and we have so much in common that some days we do nothing but play video games for literally the whole day together... We play almost every night and he puts up with my drunk nonsense, he doesn't complain <333

I wish I could tell him about the shit I'm into bc the only way this could get better is if I get proper dominated man I'm- I'm weak, I'm small, I like hiding behind people and letting them make all the decisions. I'm a dog for this man. I'm property.

FUCK I am drunk rn and if any of my friends find this I'm going to be humiliated beyond belief, they don't-

Nobody knows how much I want this man to fuck me and it weighs heavy, like, I don't even think he knows how I'd kill for him to both absolutely wreck me AND baby me.

Bc on one hand. I'm a little baby. I'm pure. I'm innocent. Treat me like a little goober and hold me and. IDK FUCK MAYBE I JUST HAVE DADDY ISSUES BC I THINK IM ASKING FOR A DILF-

... but on the other hand, I'm a bad person, I'm the worst, I'm whatever villain you need me to be just PLEASE put me in my fucking place I *WANT* you to punish me I'm like literally asking for it, I'm doing shit that gets on ur nerves bc I wanna be RAILED man I WOULD BE SO MUCH LESS ANNOYING IF YOUD JUST SLAM ME AGAINST THE WALL AND BREAK ME WHEN IM A LITTLE BITCH

HhHh.

I still can't believe I'm saying all this shit

I'm beyond wasted. Like. Intoxicated moreso than usual. Typing this so far has taken an HOUR and I got sad halfway through out of humiliation and went to write that first post. But even through all the drinking, all I can really think about is being pinned to his bed 👉👈,,,

,,, it's not just sex either bc I want kisses. Neck kisses. Like. Damn. I want him to hold me from behind. I want to cling to him. Hide my face against him. If he touched my face I would do the fucking meme thing and refuse to let go of his hand. I want to snuggle against him and just. Disappear for a while.

.... I want to cry myself to sleep in *his arms* instead of on my own. I hug my pillows and try desperately to pretend they're him. I see him when I fall asleep, when I'm alone, when I'm sad... when I'm fucking suicidal the thing that stops me is that then I'd have to wait who KNOWS how long for him to live out his own life, and that I might have to watch him fall in love with someone else (the worst thing ever)

If. If I ever lost him idk what I'd do because fuck dude. He's everything. Victor is my world. I want to meet him.

.... I also want him to control every aspect of my life and tell me what to do bc without guidance I drown. Ppl might think it'd be toxic, but I think I need that in my life. I hate making decisions. I want to sit quietly and let him think, bc I'm bad at thinking, and thinking overwhelms me. I want him to hide me behind him and be the one to handle the world so that I can just be *his.*

UGH. THIS IS THE HORNIEST, SAPPIEST FUCKING POST IVE EVER MADE EVER.

[swearingcactus]

i have GOT to know the story behind the nibbles fic

oh boy, the nibbles fic is not as happy as it sounds :') it features what i imagine is the canon events after dont fear the reaper for lil V. the fic basically follows him while people around him are poking him about Mikoshi and what happened, while he goes 'cant talk rn, my cat ran off, im busy trying to find my cat, stop asking me about what happened and if i'm fine, i need to find MY CAT.' important to note she ran off because he did this:

He jumped when he heard a loud, angry yowl. V propped himself up with his elbows, by reflex, looking at the direction of the noise. It was Nibbles, staring at him disapprovingly, pawing at her bowl. It’s empty. “Fuck,” V says, voice completely wrecked. He cleared his throat, sniffled and got out of bed. He cringed as his feet hit the cold tiles and pinpricks traveled to his thighs, “Sorry, Nibbs.” He walked over to where he keeps her canned food– nothing. Right, he asked Misty to feed Nibbles when he was at Vik’s. She must’ve used it all up. V sighed and took his barely-eaten burrito, puts it gently on her bowl, “I’ll get you your tuna and NiCola tomorrow morning, okay?” He goes back to the bed, plops himself down, facing his apartment instead of the cubicle’s wall. He watches as Nibbles sniffs the food experimentally. She looked up at him, and with direct eye contact, swatted the entire food bowl. It tosses upwards, throwing the burrito to the floor along with its bits. “Nibbles!” V scolded her, pushing himself up to sit, “Why would you–” Nibbles let out an annoyed mrow, it was obvious why she had done what she did. V groans, drags his hands down his face. “You are so spoiled. What would you do if I’m not around? Who’re you gonna get to pour you tuna and NiCola, huh?” Someone had. Nibbles had been completely fine without him before he took her in. And it was supposed to be a joke, a little accusing jab, but his tone hadn’t been light at all, and for some reason he continued with, “Yeah you’d be just fine without me, wouldn’t you? Like it doesn’t even fucking matter the things I’ve done, the things we’ve been through, like it doesn’t mean jackshit that I’d be the one here, still fucking dying–” his voice cracked and V is sick and tired of crying so he stands up instead, throws his pillow violently behind him. He stomps towards the burrito, puts the mess back onto the bowl, tosses it so hard it clangs angrily on the floor tiles. Nibbles went into a defensive position, hissed and ran off to hide somewhere. “You don’t wanna eat that? FINE! SEE IF I CARE! Starve–” he yelled out angrily before he realized what he’s doing and what he’s saying. V takes a short breath in, swallowing thickly. He hung his head in guilt, “Fuck.” he whispers, the fight leaving him instantly, and he’s back to feeling sore and tired.

yeah, lil v's not so happy in this one, he's hardly happy ever since mikoshi honestly, and now suddenly it's everyone's problem :') ty for asking!

[angel-lopes2000]

Hi. If it's not a problem could i get brick teaching Carrie how to swim since her mom never thought her that? Im sure it would be fun

Beach Time - Now you're gonna do the swim.

Bedroom. Carrie was asleep tenderly, wrapped around those warm blankets and holding the pillow to enjoy the softness from those cottons inside the fabric, the blonde girl was so sleepy that Brick even felt sorry to wake but it was time and he wanted to take her for the beach. The brunet tried to wake her slowly by shaking her shoulders.

"Carrie.. Carrie, love... Wake up.." He whispered on her ear. The blonde frowns and mutters, rolling over onto her right side.

"Oh daddy. Just some few seconds...'' He giggled silently "Poor little creature.. And hey! I'm not that older that like this. ''Daddy''?? You silly one.''

"Honey, get up..." Approaching his nose against close her ear, the boy smiled, sharing little kisses, making the girl to blushing and grinning from those affections. The blonde finally opened the eyes and sat, stretching during the yawning.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty!" He rub his nose against hers and kissed her lips. Carrie giggled and shared back the tender kiss. "Good morning, Bricky."

"Did you sleep well?" He caressed her cheek, sliding two fingers delicately.

"Aaah… I've never had such wonderful nights before. Just having you in my arms is everything to me." She confirmed, resting her head under her pillow-like arms. Happy with his lover's affirmation, Brick holds her with his hands on her hips and kisses her romantically, with Carrie putting her hands on his cheeks.

"So, would you like to go the beach with me? I can teach you how to swim.'' The couple stare at each other as the boy slides his fingers across the girl's cheeks.

"That sounds like fun." She smiles sweetly.

"Great!" Exclaimed the excited boy, who held the girl on his lap and they prepared to leave the house. After organizing all the preparations and wearing all the bathing suits under their normal clothes, as well as bringing a few extras. A few hours into the trip, Carrie was reading some magazines and gossiping with Brick about the things that happened to celebrities while the boy kept laughing at the silly and absurd situations the interviewers talked about.

"Here we are, honey!" When they arrived, the beach was quiet but there was a considerable movement of people around. Civilians chatting, eating ice cream, playing any kind of sport or just enjoying the sun. The atmosphere was as familiar and relaxing as the waves that lapped gently against the endless grains of sand.

At first, Carrie was startled to come across several girls wearing slightly more revealing bikinis and felt a little embarrassed to reveal her swimsuit, preferring to cover up with a large shirt that had previously belonged to Brick. As for the boy, he simply loved feeling the stratospheric rays coming into contact with the pores of his skin. And so, the couple set about enjoying the beach weather, with Brick finishing with parasol umbrella and the girl sitting down over the blanket to read a book while probably having an ice cream.

But this was a far cry from Brick's original plans, as he wanted to teach his beloved how to swim and was as excited as a child at an amusement park.

Of course, first of all, the couple protects themselves with sunscreen. When it was Brick's turn, the brunet made sure to take care, massaging both the back and arms and legs of his beloved's delicate body.

"That feels so good…" She commented as she rested from all those protective touches, but this was interrupted when the excited Brick asked her about swimming in the sea with him. At first, Carrie seemed a little insecure about never having learned in her life. But concerned about the boy's joy, the blonde swallowed her fear and got into the water with him.

At first, Carrie and Brick played of ''tag, you're it'' and splashed water at each other, like two grown-up children. Initially, Brick taught them to hold their breath for a few seconds to learn how to dive, Carrie didn't struggle. But that changed the moment Brick taught her about flapping her feet while moving her arms. The waves, which had been peaceful, began to crash more aggressively, making it almost impossible to stay upright.

"Bricky, help! I'm going to drown!" Brick swam as fast as he could to rescue the girl's body in time. Scared to death, the blonde ended up drowning and fainting because she couldn't hold the water in her body.

Holding the girl's body tightly, Brick wrapped her in his arms and swam quickly back to the sand. First, the boy pressed his wrists together to make the girl's heart beat normally, he did this after remembering that he had to do it to the rhythm of Bee Gees' Stayin' Alive. After a lot of concentration, Carrie began to spit out all the remaining water and finally, he held her nose and gave the blonde a mouth-to-mouth breath that lasted for a few more minutes. Thanks to this, Carrie proceeded to vomit all the salt water onto the sand.

"Are you okay, my love?'' He asked her, gently resting his hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean for you to get hurt." The boy said, still feeling a little remorseful about having been so excited about the idea that he didn't think about the risk of his beloved ending up drowning. As comfort, Carrie forgives him with a kiss on the cheek and a loving hug. And later, Carrie and Brick found themselves among the surface, building some castles while still enjoying some ice cream.

The End.