#need to dtop crying

[kaisollisto]

[d10nsaint]

HOW YOU COMFORT THEM WHEN THEY CRY | Kdj, Yjh, Lgy, Lys x fem! reader (platonic for the minor)

request: here !

saint, stfu?!; dtop my inbox id rotting I need to write fastar

KIM DOKJA

when Kim Dokja cries, its bound to be in an isolated place late at night, so nobody can find him. he wouldnt want to worry anybody with his ‘stupid’ feelings.

The sound of sniffling awoke you, making you step out of the tent that you slept in. When you fully stepped out and looked around, you saw Dokja sitting on a log by the fire.

“…Dokja? Are you alright? Why are you still awake?”

He jolts as he notices you, and quickly wipes his eyes. He turns around at you and smiles.

“..what are you doing awake, (y/n)? Is everything alright?” He asks, his eyes red, but heavy with confusion and comfort.

“I could ask you the same thing…” You say, walking towards him. You sit on the log next to him, and he watches. He thinks of a response to satiate your curiosity, but cant come up with a good enough excuse.He sighs and looks at the fire.

“It was nothing. I was just thinking.” He says, resting his head on one of his hands.

“I mean, you can talk to me if you want. I wouldnt mind,” You say, putting your head onto his shoulder.

He smiles at you and sighs attentively. He felt so lucky to have someone to talk to.

YOO JOONGHYUK

When Yoo Joonghyuk cries, he suppresses the tears, making them drop slowly like faint rain before a storm. He tries his hardest to hold his tears back, keeping his head down so nobody can see him cry.

As you finish a monster, you look over at Joonghyuk, ready to smile at him, but then you realize something.

Hes just standing there. In the rain.

He would usually usher you to get ready to move on and fight another monster for the benefits, but he just…wasnt saying anything.

“Are you alright, Joonghyuk?” You say, walking up to him with a hand out steadily, trying to reach his shoulder.

As your fingers slowly touch his coat that was soiled by the rain, you realize his broad shoulders were shaking and he flinches, then quickly swats your hand away. You sigh, pouting, watching him turn around and mutter a quiet “m’ fine.”

“If you ever need anything, you can talk to me. We’re friends, after all. Im here for you.” You say, as you pick up your equipment and look at his back.

“..we dont have time for this.” He says, walking away, expecting for you to follow. Little did you know, he wanted to take you up on the offer.

LEE GILYOUNG

when Lee Gilyoung cries, it’s bound to be after a tough encounter with a monster, or after a nightmare. He hyperventilates—unable to breathe or focus on anything.

You deliver the final blow on a monster, out of breath. You stand there for a few seconds, trying to atleast regain some of your stamina. It was a close fight.

You turn around to check on your crew, firstly checking on the youngest, Lee Gilyoung.

When you reach him, you quickly realize the little boy was shaking.

“Gilyoung?! Are you alright?” You say as you go down on your knees and look up at the boy. His eyes were red and his shoulders shook, with a quivering lip.

He tries to respond, but his words come out in hiccups, and he takes sullen breaths of air as he tries to breathe.

“slow down, its okay,” you say, rubbing his shoulders, trying to calm him down. You take a water out of your inventory, then look at him.

His breath slows down back to normal, and he drinks some of the water, as his lips stop quivering.

“..i think im feeling better now.” He says, looking up at you. His eyes were puffy and he sniffled. He looked downwards, ashamed.

You gave him a hug.

“Im so glad you’re alright, Gilyoung.” You say, as you rub his back. He reluctantly hugs you back, but then quickly melts into the hug.

“Thank you, Unnie.”

LEE HYUNSUNG

Lee Hyunsung’s tears are big droplets, flowing from his puppy eyes. His eyes get extremely watery, and he sniffles a lot when he cries.

After a tough day, Lee Hyunsung comes home to you and sulks, his big eyes watery and his mouth pouty.

You drag him to the bed, and he tells you about his day, all while sniffing. When he gets to the worst part of his day, he fully breaks down in your arms. You stroke his hair, telling him that everything is going to be okay.

As he slowly stops sobbing, he immediately apologizes—he says that “no man should cry to his wife,” and that “he should be comforting you, not the other way around”.

His eyes are red and puffy, and his lips are pouting as he looks down as if he’s disappointed in himself. You put a hand on his cheek and kiss it.

“Honey, it’s alright. There’s no reason to feel this way,” You say, smiling at him. “I’ll comfort you, and you’ll comfort me. Simple.” He smiles down at you, then wraps his arms around you, nuzzling into your chest as you two lay down.

“How did I get so lucky…?”

[invertedrat]

what do i do when life keeps fucking with me like this and i cant kms? at this point im not even sure cuz now even the smallest of thibgs are going wrong on top of all the big issues. its rlly getting to me. i mean it. i wish i didnt cry almost every day, i wish i was right for once, i wish i didnt look the way i look, i wish i could make better music, i wish that when i looked in the mirror i felt no sadness, i wish i didnt feel miserable, i wish i didnt annoy everyone, i wish i had a better personality, i wish i wasnt depressed, i wish i didnt have social anxiety, i wish i didnt always embarrass myself, i wish my mom was better, i wish me ans my mom had more money, i wish we weren't slowly running out of money, i wish my mom would dtop using the money on herself and get me something valuable (not some 5 dollar shit), i wish i was a better daughter, i wish i wasnt so problematic, i wish i had a better family, i wish i could see my family again, i wish i didnt have that scar from 8 years ago, i wish i had a better sleep schedule, i wish i wasnt getting sick from not sleeping anoigh, i wish i didnt do that thing 2 weeks ago, i wish the scenarios i wrote in my head were real, i wish i was like them, i wish every time someone saw me they wouldnt tell me i need more sun, i wish i didnt care about what others think, i wish i had a better grip on reality, i wish i took better care of myself, i wish i could stick to those things i say, i wish my mind wasnt fucked up, i wish i didnt hate my smile, i wish i could just do something right for once, i wish i could understand things better, i wish i had more access to the stuff other kids do, i wish i didnt always fuck up things knowing i would fuck it up, i wish so many more things (that i will continue to add to the list) i wish oh i wish that my life was better.

im too tired for this.

[silvers-not-home]

you guys i feel like a boomer making this post but i need help please😭😭

every time i try opening ao3 it just shows me this page and it's so zoomed in i can't do anything on it. i've tried refreshing, closing the tab, turning off my phone all the basic stuff and it just- will not work😭😭

this post is not only an ask for advice but a cry for help. PLEAS EIME BEGGIGN YOU I NEED YM RANCHER DUO FANFICITOMBIM ALMOST DONENWITH THE FIC AN D I CNAT DTOP JOW PLEASE LELAEPELASPELQL

[imquitedumbreally]

its all so fucking scary. she knows her?? they have fucked??? just. woagshdhg i have too much im cry anxisous i dont like it. i sbould leave that server. i should leave before they all kick me out. i shouldnt make myself noticable it always end with me being targeting bys omeone. im inherently problem . they never want my input i should dtop. i should leave. k should leave. i should leave. i shouldnt have ever offered her that drive. she wouldnt know me. she would forget me. i can disappear and nobody hurts me anymore. i can die. but i cant stop myself from being in the way. i am such a fucking idiot. I am so annoying. tey always are annoyed. i need to suddeblt be differet and nnot me. i shouldhave killed mtself. i am so selfish for living. all its dkne is bring pain to oeople. why am i here.

[4000screamingbirbs]

I threw away the engagement rings, won’t be marrying this man

[wolverineheight]

me: is off my meds for a few days

my eating disorder: helo :) i am :) in control :) of u :) now :))))

[seekerstone]

i’m having an anxiety attack ✨

[bakatenshii]

I have never ascended more in my entire life, in all aspects including physical, I am no longer here. Angel is no more. Angel is in ruins, shattered into a million pieces and floating away with the wind. I’m— I— I juST—

I-I’m

♡︎ HBD SHIGSTER ♡︎

dedicated to my sweet lil @bakatenshii bc shiggy isn’t real, and therefore doesn’t really need or deserve a present ♡︎

warnings: 18+! spit, asphyxiation, dacryphillia, dubcon, slapping, shiggy being an ass

Tomura could kill you.

All he’s gotta do is wrap his long, spindly fingers around your neck one by one and squeeze. It wouldn’t even need to be a hard squeeze, just all of his digits resting on your skin. There’d be no evidence you’d even been there, just a bit of dust floating in the air, and the handy Dyson in his hallway closet can fix that.

But he won’t will he? Because despite the complete and utter humiliation he’s feeling right now, despite the fact that your bratty ass is looking down your nose at him, gum gnashing behind closed pouty lips: he couldn’t do it.

“What. Are. You. Doing?” His jaw couldn’t possibly clench any tighter.

You spin in his computer chair, chew, blow, and pop the gum in your mouth. “Master, why do all these girls look like me?” You ask, batting your lashes.

It’s true, he’s scoured the web searching for girls that look like you since you joined the League, saved pictures and videos in a nifty green USB he’s kept locked in his desk drawer. Which is open.

“Awfully full of yourself for a dirty fucking thief, huh?” He skirts the question, practically stomping over to where you’re sitting, tearing the USB from its slot in the computer and slamming it in his drawer.

“But Master, that’s the only reason you keep me around: I’m a thief.” Not the only reason. You bat your lashes and he huffs through his nose.

“Get out,” he snaps, glaring at you.

“But,” you slide to the floor, sit on your knees, stare up at him with wide eyes, “it’s your birthday,”

The connotations are clear, but he’s not entirely sure he should take your bait. Yes, if all you’re planning to do is humiliate him, he can dust you, but it’d be annoying to try and find another you. And sometimes those files just don’t cut it; he needs to see you, to know you’re around somewhere, waiting to fictionally fulfil his every desire.

“Birthdays are meaningless; get. Out.” He points at the door now, but you’re crawling towards him, hips swaying, that oversized sweater bunched up at your waist, white cotton panties dotted with a pattern— are those tiny foxes?— in full view of anyone in the room.

Not that there’s anyone else in here.

“Wh-what are you doing?” He curses himself for the stutter, takes a step back as you approach.

“Dabi told me where to look, told me you’re obsessed with me,” you purr, cornering him, dainty fingers reaching for the leg of his baggy jeans. “Don’t you think it’ll be fun to play around a little? You know, as a treat?”

He’s entirely hard now, and it makes him furious. But your voice is so sweet, and you’re looking up at him through your lashes, slowly pawing your way up his legs, still chewing that fucking gum.

Two fingers and a thumb wrap around your ponytail, reef you up hard, then his tongue is in your mouth. He’s finally tasting you, groaning as the artificial grape flavour fills his senses, cock throbbing as you melt like putty against him.

When he’s got your gum in his mouth, Tomura pushes you back down, “don’t want that shit getting stuck in my pubes,”

Despite his heated tone, you just laugh, toy with his jeans until they fall into a pool at his feet. Boxers are next, and if Tomura were a nicer person, he might offer to wash his cock— it’s been a couple days since his last shower— but he isn’t, and he’s using your ponytail to yank you closer, watching as you nuzzle and keen at it.

But as nice as the view is, he’s growing impatient, “hurry up, stupid,” he orders, chewing slowly on your gum, sucking at the residue of your saliva and savouring it.

You oblige immediately, taking his cock like some kind of expert, and yeah, it feels incredible, but he always pictured you a precious little angel, sweet and innocent and perfect, and it makes him kinda furious.

So he takes control, yanks you back by your hair, “open,” gathers his saliva— careful to keep the gum— and spits it into your waiting mouth. “Don’t swallow it,” he mutters, committing the scene to memory, before pulling you closer and thrusting deep into your throat.

“Eyes open,” Tomura breathes, holding you in place and fucking your skull, watching as your watery orbs roll and twitch, as your nostrils flare as they try and take in oxygen.

Can’t have that, though; precious little angel needs to learn a lesson: you’re his and no one else’s.

The thumb and forefinger of his free hand seal splendidly over your nostrils, pinching them closed with little effort, your eyes bulging, those dainty hands wrapping around his wrist, your whole body tensing.

Then tears are running freely down your face, moans and whimpers vibrating against his cock, your gag reflex squeezing him, mouth flooding with saliva with every thrust that hits a little too deep, and fuck, Tomura’s close. Too close.

Your fingernails dig into the dry skin of his wrist before they falter, and your whole body starts to weaken, eyes rolling back, face glowing with lack of oxygen. And although it’s hot to watch your soul leave your body, to be in control of that, he likes you lucid.

He lets go of your nose to slap your face, and you take a breath as your whole body spasms; then he’s cumming. Thick, sticky, smelly ropes of cum shoot to the back of your throat, and he’s grunting, a primal sound as he holds you in place, your nose flush against his itchy, bristly pubes.

You’re dropped in a heap on the floor when he’s done with you, heaving ragged breaths and choking on cum you weren’t prepared to swallow; but your master isn’t done.

“Underwear off, back on the chair,” he orders breathily, tucking himself back into his pants and nodding at his computer chair. He takes a moment to survey you, delighting in all the drool and tears and cum dripping down your face, how completely fucked-out your mouth is. Tomura crouches at your side and blows a bubble with your gum, let’s it pop in your face, “you’re gonna sing me happy birthday... while I devour that dirty little cunt.”

[kutscene-kestin]

I’m going to get emotional here I’m sorry but I have to.

[SAND], a friend of my late guild [DTOP], is having their 7th anniversary next weekend. I’m going to go, of course. I need geodes, and frankly, I need some social interaction. But it...I’m going to be sad too because it’ll remind me the whole time of the way things used to be. About how we would have been near our 7th year too. How long it’s been -- we had a third anniversary event, but I don’t remember a fourth. I’m gonna look up when that third was...

Yeah, September 8-10, 2017. Hell. We would’ve been on year eight. And there’s just nobody left to cry to about it, about my feelings that I still have that nobody else still has or thinks about or wants to hear from me, probably. The people who would understand won’t care, and the people who would care won’t understand.

but it hurts and i fucking want my guild back i want my friends back i want my life back

(Why do I still care so much? ...Because it’s not easy for me to find emotionally fulfilling things. It is, in fact, incredibly rare. This is the last thing I had.)

[smallboyonherbike]

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[kalofi]

og fuvk i started crying fkr real and my family was like wtf is wring with uou I DINT KNOE OK IM SO EMOTUONAHL

im watchung the mr rogers movie anf trying so hard not fo cry this is the third timr ive teared jp and its o ly like 20 minutes i to the movie whats wrong with me