#well. i know theyre in there Somewhere i just never really know Where so i cant make use of them

[kruxton]

brooooo wym im not an 'artist' or a 'writer' i do both of those things constantly. in my Head

[wonwoonlight]

when mingyu is much too extroverted for you but it's okay because he's your battery anyway

A/n: mingyu brain rot. happy mingyu day (still)

Tags: me projecting kinda fluff, one (1) kiss. Theyre just so in love😔 lowkey inspired by the mingyu, hoshi pinggyego episode bc i was just rewatching it yestday. Idk the wc bc i write it on a whim directly on tumblr lol.

Sometimes you look at Mingyu's schedule and get tired in his stead.

He'd have a shooting in the morning (which means salon appointment before that), work out after lunch, attend his english class before dinner, meet his friend for dinner, dance practice with the members, then go home and have it in him to happily make some juice himself.

You often look at him like he has two heads, wondering where does he get all his energy from. You've asked, but he has simply grinned at you like it answers anything.

It's really a wonder how you end up being with him, and you mean it in so many ways. But in this case, it still fascinates you that you, whose social battery starts at minus twenty when you wake up in the morning, would be with Mingyu, whose sociak battery's always recharged to 300% the moment he opens his eyes.

You have your moments too, of course. There are days when you feel like going out and meeting friends even though you know you'll get too tired the next day; when you strike up conversations first with some people at work; and when you become the center of the noisiness in your small group of friends.

But those are particular moments with particular reasons.

You're only noisy with the people you’re comfortable with. You strike up conversations first because it's more awkward if you don't. You force yourself to meet with your friends because you're a little lonely despite your comfort in being alone, and you miss them despite the way they drain your social battery.

Mingyu, though?

Mingyu rarely has his other moments. His idea of healing is to go out with his friends even though his body is begging for him to take the day slow and sleep for 24 hours.

He used to think it's okay because he slept well, anyway. Two hours between schedules. One hour on the way home. And then perhaps three or four hours during the night if he's lucky.

But it doesn't work that way and he's learned it the hard way when he fell sick due to exhaustion.

It's only after he meets you that he's learned to slow down.

"Let's go out tomorrow! You have the day off, right?" He had asked one day, a thousand places going through his mind as he pondered where to take you.

"I just kinda... wanna stay at home?" You answered him sheepishly. "Can we do that?"

"But you have the day off? Don't you want to do something on such a rare day?"

"I do." You smiled at him, his resolve melting by the seconds. "I want to be with you at home."

Of course Mingyu knows some people just live like that. He had lived with twelve other people before; he was housemate with Jeon Wonwoo, The Hermit. He understands. But, still, sometimes he wonders if you're really okay spending your time off by... being home instead of doing something special.

He should've been able to start slowing down when he lived with Wonwoo. But he was busy with his schedules and he didn't think much about Wonwoo's habit of staying home.

With you, though. He always, always, wants to go somewhere with you. When he discovers a new place, when he sees something on Instagram, when he hears anyone recommending something, you're his first thought. He always asks you first if you want to go, and only then decide to go with someone else if you don't feel like going.

You indulge him, of course, would force yourself to go out if it means getting to see Mingyu's excited smile at going out and trying something new.

But sometimes you just don't have it with you to go out even with Mingyu by your side.

Mingyu, of course, appreciates your honesty. He never fails to remind you that it's okay and that he understands.

In the same sense, on the day when Mingyu is a little too hyper and he just has to do something outside, you'll pull through despite your social battery already blipping from its low status.

It's Seungcheol's place you find yourself in this time. Some of the members randomly get together as they suddenly feel like drinking and their hyung's place is always their haven. Jeonghan's sister and Minghao's best friend are also present, making you relieved because you're not the only non Seventeen member in the room.

You would join the conversation from time to time until you don't. It's your telltale: head falling into his shoulder, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt, and your lips shut because you just can't really talk at that point.

"Wanna go home?" Mingyu whispers when he notices, which is immediately after you start leaning on him. "We can go home. I don't mind."

You look at the room, heart warm at the thought of these people having been there for Mingyu since day one. That you're glad they've accepted you as a part of Mingyu. That, even if you're tired from the day, and you no longer feel like talking, you don't mind being here a little longer.

You look at Mingyu, can tell that he still wants to be here but he really doesn't mind if you'd rather go back and rest.

You choose to drop a shy kiss on the corner of his lips instead, holding back a laugh at his stunned face.

"It's okay." You return to your original position, head on his shoulder, your arms holding his as your anchor. "We can stay."

[enzosbabyangel]

Can you do more stepdad!fred where fred was fed up with your constant complaining while your mother was shrugging it off (btw they were in the park or smth, your choice:D) and with that, fred excused the two of you by "getting what you want" but instead fucking you dumb somewhere so you can learn a lesson to stop complaining. Jsbdjdjhd can i also request fred calling her bunny when theyre alone? Thats all

LUV YOUR STORIES I CANNOT

lots of love- lvkllrxx

ཐི⋆♱⃓⋆ཋྀ Daydreaming about being brat tamed by Stepdad!Fred…

cw: 18+!, mdni, bratty!reader, large age gap, cheating, public sex, unprotected p n v, spanking, hair pulling, overstimulation, slight anal play, Fred forces reader to keep her panties off afterwards hehe

a/n: Thank you babbyy ! you’re so sweet ily 💞 Hope you liked this cause i had a lot of fun writing it ! But now WHY did it take me an arm and a fucking leg to write this… i’m so sorry bby ☹️💞 The end is a tad bit rushed because i really really wanted to get this out already !! Idk how i feel about this one 😕

You had been a brat all day. Constantly complaining to your mom and step dad all because they didn’t let you go to the mall with your friends and instead forced you to go to some stupid fair with your younger sister Linney. For some ‘family bonding time’ as Fred put it.

“It’s not fair!” “Just because Linney wants to come doesn’t mean i have to!” “I need new lipliner!” “Linney ruined my blush so i need to get more.” “How come you never force Linney to do stuff she doesn’t like?” “I’m not some baby who enjoys sitting around at festivals and eating garbage junk food all day!” “You guys are so annoying.” “I’m not doing that.” “No Linney do it yourself.” “No i am NOT doing that, i didn’t even want to bloody come here.” “Can we go on that ride?” “What do you mean no?” “Because Linney can’t go on it? Are you serious?!” “I’m just going to leave unless we go on that ride.” “Mom Linney is twelve she can wait by herself for a minute.” “No. I told you i wasn’t moving unless we go on that ride.”

All that was all Fred had been hearing the entire day. You’re constant pestering and complaining. He was getting sick of it, whereas your mom was just shrugging it off and giving into what you want, which just ticked Fred off even more.

“Fine. Go on the ride.” Your mother dismissed. Shaking her head slightly at your attitude. All she wanted was for you to shut up already.

Fred hated the fact your mom gave in. In his mind you didn’t deserve to go on the stupid ride with all your attitude today. But what he hated even more was your bratty, smug grin as you heard your mom’s words. Infuriatingly twirling around and rushing to the ride.

“You really think she deserves to go on the ride she wants with all her attitude today?” Fred asked your mom with crossed arms, waiting to hear your mother’s side and her reason for her decision.

“We’ll deal with it later.” Your mother sighed while searching in her purse for her card. “Maybe if she gets some time alone she’ll calm down.” She explained before looking towards Fred and giving him a small, slightly tired smile. “Besides, she had a point. Not fair that Linney gets to have all the fun.”

Fred hummed in response, expression softening slightly at her explanation. Not agreeing but appreciating her determination to keep things fair. But Fred knew damn well that your attitude won’t magically disappear. And he knows just how to get you back in check- even if ‘unethical’ in some ways.

And sure enough, you weren’t pleased and attitude didn’t dwindle even after going on the ride. Instead you were now nagging about wanting bloody Dubai Chocolate and Strawberry Milk.

“Look- that food truck over there has some drinks! Ooo Strawberry milk? Can we get some? please!” “I don’t care about the water can’t we just get some?” “Oh! And Dubai Chocolate!” “So what if it’s expensive? We’re at a festival!” “Ugh this sucks..” “No, you only get what Linney wants.” “I don’t care, i’m done talking.”

God you were just being insufferable now. Choosing now to sit at a bench, scrolling on your phone with your free arm resting under your breasts. Pushing the flesh up naturally. Ignoring both Fred and your mother as if they didn’t exist. A part of Fred even started to think that you were doing this on purpose, just for some of his attention.

But Fred wasn’t stupid, he knew just how to get you to shut your mouth for the rest of the day. Executing his plan under the guise of ‘Getting you Dubai Chocolate and Strawberry Milk’.

Needless to say, when you ended up uncomfortably pushed onto the sink in the washroom, legs pushed up while your neck craned at an uncomfortable position as you watched Fred’s hand run up and down his cock, curves of the sink stabbing into your flesh, you knew that you weren’t getting what you wanted.

“Been a real brat today.” Fred hummed while he didn’t even bother looking at you. “Don’t even know if you deserve my cock.” He tsked.

“Pleaseee,” You pouted, looking up at him with wide, begging eyes. “Promise i won’t complain anymore, jus’ want your cock.” You whined, wiggling your hips slightly to try and urge him on.

You knew that realistically you didn’t need to beg, that Fred would give you what you want either way, but why not play along anyways?

Fred scoffed, finally looking up at you as he cocked a brow and spoke almost mockingly at you. “Yeah i know, been wanting a lot of stuff today. Why should i give you what you want? hm? Probably been acting like a brat all day just for this.”

You let out another whine, batting your lashes at him as you ignored how your pussy clenched around nothing at his tone of voice. “Please, i promise. Pinky promise.” You muttered, holding back a bratty grin that was desperate to form on your face at Fred’s call out.

“Yeah?” Fred asked, cocking a brow slightly before running the tip of his cock along your slick with arousal pussy. Eliciting a gasp from your mouth as you became even more eager. “Better keep that promise or i won’t touch you for a week.”

You hummed, eagerly nodding your head. Holding the backs of your knees closer to your body. “Promise!” You repeated, watching as Fred stepped closer towards your body. Pussy clenching around nothing in anticipation.

Freds left hand moved to rest on your thigh, right hand positioning himself at your entrance. “Better stay quiet, brat. Don’t want people to hear us.” He said before pushing in, his eyes trained on your face. Watching as your lips parted in a silent moan and breath caught in your throat.

Fred hands wrapped around to the front of your thighs, pulling your legs out of your grasp. His pace immediately started as slow but deep thrusts. Every one of his thrusts pushing your body uncomfortably into the faucet of the sink, but you didn’t care.

Moans spilled from your lips as he gradually started increasing his pace. Biting your lip to try and keep yourself quiet. “Shit…” You let out as you cocked your head to the side. Eye’s squeezing shut as you enjoyed the pleasure.

Fred, however, didn’t appreciate your words nor moans. He sped up his pace and brought a hand up to cover your mouth roughly. Your eyes darting open and looking up at him while he ticked his tongue. “No words, nothing. I don’t want to hear a thing from you. Had enough of your voice today.”

You whined against his palm but listened nevertheless. Clenching around him at the cold and sternness in his voice.

The only sounds that echoed in the dingy park washroom was your occasional whines, Fred’s grunt and wet ‘claps’ of skin slapping against skin. You felt yourself getting closer to the edge, and when the man above you started rubbing rough circles on your clit you came undone. Gasp escaping your lips and toes curling as you jerked into his touch, moans shamelessly spilling from your lips.

Fred wasn’t far behind you, pulling out after a couple more sloppy thrusts. A singular, low moan falling from his lips. Sticky, thick strings of his cum landing on your stomach.

You sucked in breaths as you came down from your high. The only sounds in the small, dirty room now being of the two of you’s pants as you guys basked in the afterglow. Your peace, however, didn’t last long as you got, easily, flipped over. A ‘humph’ of breath escaping you instinctively as you landed on the sink again, this time on your stomach as your legs dangled down.

You let out a sound of question, not even fully processing the change of position before you sucked in a breath, feeling the tip of Fred’s cock run over your overstimulated pussy folds.

Craning your neck back to look at Fred, You whined. Pathetically kicking your legs in refusal as you spoke. “S’no more !” You protested, pouting. “Already came..”

“And?” Fred said simply. His tone and words uncaring as he pushed your face back down into the sink, ignoring whines of protest that escaped your lips. “This is supposed to be a punishment, you really thought i was gonna let you get away with your behaviour with just a quick fuck?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, sucking in a breath as he ran his tip along your puffy ‘n sensitive folds. “So just shut up. I still don’t wanna hear a peep from you.” He said sternly before pushing back in, feeling overwhelming against your overstimulated, plush walls. You moaned against the cold surface of the sink as Fred quickly set a quick pace. Your body feeling overwhelmed with a mix of pain of pleasure.

A firm slap was placed to the flesh of your ass, Fred’s larger hands squeezing the now red, plump flesh. “Listen to you..” He started, almost humming his words as he pulled your cheeks apart. “Moaning so loud for someone who didn’t wanna continue.” He chuckled, and then a plop of cool spit fell just above your tight, clenching around nothing ‘n virgin asshole.

You gasped when you felt his thumb rub his own spit around your asshole. Wanting to speak but being rejected before you could even get your words out. “Don’t. It’s a punishment remember?” And immediately after that he started pushing. His finger desperately trying to push into your virgin asshole.

It was embarrassing, how hard Fred was right now. He’s always dreamed of doing this and eventually more- stuff your mother would never let him do to her.

“That’s it bunny.” He hummed, watching with hooded eyes and arousal induced shaky breaths. Smirking as your pussy clenched around him both at the unusual feeling and praise.

In the back of your head you were wondering, ‘was this really a punishment? or just an excuse to stick his fucking thumb in my fucking ass?’. But you knew better than to say it out loud, fully aware of how mean Fred can truly get with his ‘punishments’.

And when he finally pushed past your refusing muscle he curled his thumb upwards, groan leaving his lips at the sight and the squeak that escaped your lip. Speeding up his thrusts while he shallowly thrusted his thumb against your walls.

“You’re squeaking like a bunny.” He grinned, looking up from your ass to admire your messed up, shaky and sweaty form. “You like that?” He asked and biting back your pride, you nodded. A smug chuckle leaving his lips before he pulled his thumb back.

“Knew you would.” He grinned and leaned down. His hand coming up to wrap around your throat and pull you up to make your back meet his chest half way. Holding your face up with his free hand to make you look at yourself in the mirror. Ruined mascara, spit spreading the colour of your lipgloss down your chin, tear streaks visible as they erased the cream blush that was decorating your cheeks.

“Look at how much of a slut you are for your mother’s husband, and your stepdad.” He teased. His eyes scanning over your ruined makeup with a smug expression. The pads of his fingers pushing uncomfortably into the flesh of your cheeks.

“Yeah!” You just agreed through moans. Too fucked dumb to properly comprehend them. Your hands gripping the cold surface of the sink. “I’m gonna cum!”

Fred just tsked at your words, chuckling in amusement before letting go of your neck and face. Leaning back up as he sped his thrusts up. “Fucked dumb already.” He mused with a smug smirk. Giving your ass a harsh smack as he felt your legs shake against him.

Your moans were loud when you finally came, kicking your legs back as you panted. Fred hissed at the feeling of your walls convulsing around his cock, pulling out just as he came. He made sure to let his cum land straight on your puffy and used folds.

Your body went limp against the cold surface once you finally came down from your high. Legs still slightly shaking as they dangled down.

Fred however, just smirked again as he came down from his high. Looking at your pretty folds decorated in his cum, using the head of his cock to spread his own cum around before stuffing himself back in his pants.

You didn’t even pay attention to your surroundings as Fred fixed himself up. Your attention was only brought back to reality when you saw him grab your panties from the corner of your eye and stuff them into his pocket. Slurring out your words as you finally managed to lift your upper body up. “S’what are you doing?”

Fred hummed as you spoke, dropping a bit of hand sanitizer onto his hands. His tone casual as if he didn’t just fuck you dumb and had your panties in his pocket. “You can walk around without them, part of your punishment.” He said simply before adding; “And don’t clean yourself. If you want to clean something clean the sink you made a mess of. It’s up to you to act normal out there.”

That was all he said, ignoring how you immediately went to protest. Simply walking out of the bathroom. Fucking asshole..

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . written by enzosbabyangel, 2025 on tumblr! © do not repost on any third party website or repost as yours. Doing so will result in me blocking you and reporting.

[eccentricallygothic]

please i need a pedri fanfic where his gf gets horny in public and starts teasing him until he takes her somewhere private and fucks her

I love your stories theyre amazinggg

I am (was) on my period hence huge feelies so I added those to this because I am very tender on Pedri as it is. I also see him as a very dominant and caregiving person as well as lover so I hope you don't mind what I've made of your request and enjoy it <3

| Unusual |

Pairing: Bf!Pedri | Gf!You. 

Warning(s): Smut with plot, unprotected p-in-v, d/s undertones (it's literally Pedri), m!dom, f!sub, Daddy kink, suggestive exhibitionism, doggy style, spanking, hair pulling, dirty talk, creampie, marking, Pedri calling you vida because I am very fond of that idea, caring Pedri, he's also intimidating bc he's Pedri.

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Pedri sighs as he arrests your impish wrist in his hand for the umpteenth time today and peels it off his thigh before carrying it back to your knee. 

"Vida…" Usually, a stern look is enough for you to mend your ways and start behaving yourself, but today seems to be the day where you decide to grow immunity towards his warnings.

And it usually never comes down to this tone of his because it hardly ever means anything ideal for you. 

But you just can't keep your hands to yourself today. 

You whine under your breath when he resumes his conversation with Gavi; one of his best mates, again. When you are still not paid the attention that you so desperately crave, you sigh and glance around the table at everyone present. 

It is a boring Saturday lunch that the two of you are having with some of your boyfriend's club mates and their girls. You are not to be taken the wrong way. These kinds of things are usually quite fun for you. 

The keyword is usually. 

Because the exception is days when your mind cannot think of anything other than your man's cock while your insides burn. 

The past week was a busy one for Pedri and you are a good girlfriend so you patiently waited, thinking he was gonna give you what you needed most on the night of the big game when he wouldn't have anything left to worry about for a while after. But he was so exhausted when he got home last night that you postponed the fulfillment of your need for the next morning. 

Except, you woke up to your love making breakfast and then informing you over it that the boys had invited you two for lunch. If that wasn't messy enough, he had had some errands to run before said lunch which further crushed any hopes of something quick as well. 

And now, here you are. 

Frustrated, on edge, excited beyond measure, moody, iffy and extremely noncompliant. 

Then, on top of it all, the food is taking forever and the conversations are way too mundane for you; a horny girl who was busy needily ogling at her boyfriend. 

It isn't your fault, really. He looks too fucking great to resist. You know a shave is probably coming and you love him either way but Pedri looks just so hot with the light stubble a few days of negligence has caused on his handsome face. Then his thick dark hair rests on his forehead in the most perfect way as his naturally stern eyes move along with his strong, manly hands each time he makes a gesture. And the way his lips move when he speaks… Your thighs clench at the memories of all the times they have been between them.  

You break against your forced resolve once more when he hums along to whatever Ferran is saying and leans in your direction to pour you a glass of water to drink because you can not track your hydration to save your own life. The sheer dominance in the way he does not break his conservation even once but places the Tumblr in front of you causes a wave of burning hot love to wash over you and then you just can't take it anymore. 

Where you had played with his fingers, snuggled into his arm, groped his thigh and then stroked his leg with your foot before, you think fuck all and 'drop' your napkin which just happens to fall between his feet. 

"Woopsie" of course, Pedri knows you are up to no good when you bend down to 'fetch' it and place your hand on his knee for support. You take your time with 'finding' said napkin and your hand shamelessly trails to his dick in the meantime, hurriedly taking a fat, mighty squeeze before your claw can be pried off its prey. 

Your boyfriend has realized by now to not expect anything innocent from you today because although you are the shy one between the two of you usually, your antics since the moment you took your seats have been of the naughty sort. 

Today is a very unusual day indeed. 

Pedri stills and stops mid sentence, his whole body stiffening as he realizes what is happening. Your party grows concerned over his sudden silence and his ears redden at the awareness of you not coming back up, instead choosing to remain 'searching' for your napkin while clinging your fingers to his now hard cock like your life depends on it. 

"Oh" but of course, the young man is much stronger than you and so your hand is easily manhandled into his. "I see" he pretends as though you have said something to him before standing up and facing your lunch companions. "She needs my help navigating the place for a restroom, we will be right back" the way he cares for you like one would a child is nothing weird for your close friends and family anymore. Pedri helps you out with the smallest of things and the most basic of tasks and that is just the dynamic the two of you share. 

However, there is nothing tender in the way he drags you behind him with a firm hold on your wrist. You whimper when you are taken to a deserted hallway and then pushed into some sort of a cctv-less maintenance room because unless Pedri wants whatever he is about to do to you playing on every other news channel by the evening's end, this would have to do for now. 

"Tsk, tsk, vida" you gulp as you blink repeatedly to get your eyes to adjust to the dim lighting of the room. The door slowly clicks shut behind you and you feel your shoulders jump at the sound due to how quiet it is otherwise. You want to turn around and face your lover, perhaps inquire why he's done what he has done but you're both too intimidated and excited to do so. 

Before you can decide what you want to do, his arms snake around your waist from behind to press your back into his chest as his lips brush against your ear. "What am I going to do with you, hm?" A shudder sets off in your bones as his hands begin to re-explore the bumps and crevices of your body. 

You instantly relax in his embrace and crane your neck backwards to lean your head against his shoulder. "I- I dunno…" The two of you move in a sync and his lips find the crook of your neck. "W- What are you going to do with me…?" Though you intend for your words to be one of fear and panic, what ends up dripping from them is pure excitement. 

Pedri groans before your body is pushed up against the many shelves that are mounted on the middle wall that you face. "I think a lesson in basic manners is a good place to start with" you try your best to feign consternation but the eager way in which you fold your arms over one of the shelves and spread your legs as your boyfriend raises the hem of your skirt from behind gives your intentions away. 

"Oh, no!" Yet you push on; so frustrated and needy at this point that any touch from him is good touch for you.

Pedri clicks his tongue before squeezing your panty clad cheeks. "I spoil you too much, don't I, vida?" You let out a soft sound that you subconsciously make when thinking but your boyfriend cuts off your thought process with a loud slap that catches both your cheeks at once. 

"Ow!" You found out just a few days into dating him that he was much stronger than you with how effortlessly he lifted heavy things and manhandled you when you got more comfortable around each other. So it always hurts like a bitch when he's in a reproachful mood. 

"Already?" He taunts you mockingly and lands another mean spank on your buzzing cheeks. "But vida," your eyes flutter close and you have to slither in a heavy gasp when he drapes himself over you from behind, one hand tracing its way up your side to palm one of your boobs, "I haven't even started with you yet." 

"Hnnng, please!" You push your ass backwards to try and turn him on. That is when you realize that he is rock hard already. 

Well, that explains the edge in his usually calm and collected tone. 

"Being a fussy little brat throughout breakfast" two slaps on each cheek. "Refusing to get out of the shower" you hadn't even realized that you had started 'bratting' out of your ire. You whine and bounce as he settles upon a rhythm. "Scrolling your silly little social media instead of getting ready for lunch" he suddenly yanks your panties off and despite the sting in your backside, you feel your needy hole clench before releasing a thick blob of pure hot arousal. "And then behaving like a perverted little maniac throughout–" the sound that the meeting of his unforgiving fingers with your nether lips -due to the gap that your squirming has caused between your thighs- creates is stunning enough to momentarily mum your boyfriend who is usually a composed know-it-all. 

"Hm~!" The sound is tugged out from deep within your vocal cords. Your knees tremble when you feel Pedri's prying fingers worm their way between your crack before he spreads your privates out. 

"Geez, vida" his breath is hot on your pucker and the snort he lets out when the sensation causes it to clench unconsciously makes blood rush to your face. "I know you're a horny little thing but fuck have you made a mess?" He can act as judgemental as he wants but you know that he loves every little drop of the need that he makes you feel. 

Which is all the time. 

You pout and instinctively push yourself closer to his face. "N- Need you… D- Daddy…" 

"Need me?" Your teeth trap your bottom lip between them when you feel one of his thumbs inch closer to your sopping cunt. "Where do you need me, baby?" 

You whine as your forehead creases. "Y- You know where!" 

He chuckles. "I don't think right now is the time when you push your luck, vida" your features push themselves upwards when you feel the tip of his thumb graze against the outline of your pussy lips. You let out an icy whimper in response so he adds; "Come on, if you tell me how you need me I'll give it to you" though he pretends as though he is unaffected by the sight he faces, you can hear the agitated urgency in his voice.

Your hips timidly try to move against his finger that refuses to give you anything beyond enticing yet unfulfilling strokes over your squishy petals. "I- I… n- need you i- in…" You hear clinking behind you but you are too busy in your desperation to find something pleasurable in the thumb that presses against you. "Inm- mypussy,Daddy" the questioning hum that he lets out rings in your ear when he is behind you within the next second and the way in which his cock jabs its way through your eager entrance at the same time causes for your eyes to bulge out. 

"What was that, baby?" Pedri has to clamp one of his palms over your mouth to keep you from moaning out loud. The sudden bustle that sounds right outside the wardrobe as if on cue causes him to quickly pull back and fuck into you harder as you clench to aid him. It is greedy and rushed; the both of you aware of how you are dangling by a thin thread but the franticness to devour one another so extreme in your bodies that you want to finish before you are caught. 

It is the only goal. 

"I couldn't quite catch that" the way he roughly whispers in your ear to avoid detection from the manager who is busy barking orders at the staff outside while wrapping a hand around your hair has you arching your back as you get fucked into the shelf. When you refuse to respond, he has to add with a mean fondling of your boobs; "Come on, vida. Now you know better than to disobey Daddy when he can very easily destroy you for it" your lust-drunk body springs up in alarm. 

The executions of his threats are always deadly and edging is not even the last thing that you want right now. 

"I…" His cock is too pleasurable inside you as he pushes in before pulling out its length through your tight entrance with each speeding thrust, its girth putting the most knee weakening strain on the band of your pussy as his bulging veins and coarse edges rub against your sensitive walls in a way that causes your head to spin. 

Your head is yanked back by your hair. His lips ghost over the skin of your temple that gets overwhelmed by his irregular breathing. "Go on, vida. You're doing so well taking my cock" his other hand parts from your boobs to reach for one of your knees before it is bent to be propped against one of the lower shelves. Your mouth falls open and your eyes shut to clench themselves at how far up you feel him, his thick tip colliding with your special spot as a result. "Say it for me." 

"I- I need you i- in my pussy, Daddy!" Your cry is rather loud but neither of you are in the mind to care about that anymore. Your hips tighten when the snapping of his hips escalates to full on pounding and the towels and little bottles placed on the shelves begin to rattle and tumble all over. "Always need you in my pussy, Daddy!" He rewards you with the dipping of his fingers between your thighs.

"Good girl" the digits easily find your squelching cunt and he uses his grip on your hair to pull your head to one side so he can bury his face in the crook of your neck. 

The gliding of his fingers is too much for your desperately worked up and frustrated pussy to handle so when his hand uncurls from your hair to pinch one of your nipples while his teeth nibble on that one sensitive patch of your skin, you can't help but throw your head back to let out a gut wrenching moan. 

Your vision fills with neon colors and your hearing declines. The tension within your hips is pulled loose and heat surges through every single knot that has formed in your muscles over the week. Pedri's hot cum that fills you soon after is the perfect end and you finally feel in place after days. 

Sex has the opposite effect on the both of you; while it helps Pedri clear his head, yours gets fuzzy instead. So it is him who fixes you up when he decides that he is done with you for now. You meekly stand like a baby– his baby as he pats your disheveled hair down, adjusts your bra and mends your outfit to the best of his ability. 

"Look at the mess you have made, vida" you whine and snuggle into his chest so you can hide your flushed face when he points out the wreck that you two have made of the place. Pedri chuckles as he fishes out some compensatory money from his wallet and places the bills on one of the shelves before taking your hand in his and helping you walk back to the table as you happily waddle behind him, senses numb but relaxed. No one says anything or even acknowledges your long absence but they know.

The flaming red hickey on your neck is the evidence to their suspicions. 

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[pearlzier]

────⠀ RICH.ᐟREADER struggles with showing love.

NOTES ,, might do a tag list specifically for skater!matt and rich!reader if anyone.... is interested... this is just fluff but i think theyre so cute <3.

you don't really know how to show affection towards those you like or love without spending money. you're so used to others doing it for them—your parents throwing a couple of expensive clothes or jewellery at you for your birthday, your friends taking you out to lavish restaurants as a gift as opposed to something homemade or actually thought out. of course, you like all of those things, who wouldn't? but.. they don't know how to not spend money on those you love.

you don't understand the saying, 'money doesn't buy happiness'. it's managed to make you happy your entire life, so how's that supposed to work? like.. it doesn't make sense. so when matt's birthday's coming up, well, you immediately knew you were gonna buy him something nice and take him somewhere expensive.

but you can't help but think that maybe that's not the best course of action, that matt wouldn't exactly want the generic rich kid birthday starter pack. he's got three siblings, damn it, maybe he'd want something a little more.. meaningful? he's probably seen a few birthday dinners at expensive resturaunts in his time, you doesn't want it to be boring for him. you wanted to make an impact, even if you didn't know how.

it gets to a point where you're stumped, completely. you know matt so well, but are so stuck in your old ways and so used to just shelling out some cash for one day only to do it again and again annually, that coming up with anything that he wanted seemed impossible.

a new skateboard? surely he had enough. protective gear? now that was just comical. you hated the feeling of not being able to come up with a meaningful gift to give him. sure, you two aren't dating, but you're close enough to constitute a gift, right? it pisses you off to no end, to the point of upset. you practically storm into matt's room, having been let in by chris when he saw how distraught you were. "you're so fucking hard to please! how am i supposed to get you a gift for your birthday when, when—"

matt's taken off guard. first of all, how'd you get in? he's assuming it was one of his brothers who'd let you in, but.. second of all, you're so upset. he'd thought he'd done something wrong but you're yelling at him about a gift? his birthday? he blinks for a minute, sitting up, "hey, hey, hey," he starts, frowning. the sight of you so upset makes his heart ache in the worst way possible. getting up from his bed, his gaze rakes over you.

it's appreciative, of course, but also concerned. "you're scarin' me, sweetheart, what's goin' on?" he mumbles, taking a little step closer as he reaches out for you. gently, he places his hands on your arms and draws you a little closer. you look up at him with glassy eyes, a little wet with tears that you try to blink away as to not seem weak or make your mascara run. "stop bein' all.." you don't know what you're protesting against, you really don't.

"all what?" his brows furrow a minute, a small, faint smile ghosting his lips. it only serves to make you a little more upset with how caring he is to you, even when you're a bit of a bitch to him sometimes. hey, he's a bitch in return too.

"all nice. we're supposed to fuck 'n' be all passionate, that kinda thing," you mumble under your breath, lashes fluttering as your eyes lift to his. matt feels a warmth flood his chest and he shakes his head, "don't even want you thinkin' 'bout that whilst you're feelin' like this," he murmurs quietly, tone firm but soft. "you gonna tell me what's up, or—'cause we can just watch a movie or somethin'." as much as he was passionate with your body, he was passionate with your heart too.

"wanted to get you something nice for your birthday, yeah? like.. something you'd enjoy, not some shit you'd say you like and then never use ever again," you start to explain, relaxing a little at the touch on your arms finally and melting your way against him. he hums for a moment, slowly nodding his head at your words. "but nothin's coming to mind at all. blank slate—i can't think of anything you like, i've tried every store, every website." you'd spent hours with your laptop and your soft blankets wrapped around you, just trying to find a single gift for him.

"babe," he sighs at the sight of you, the corners of his lips flitting upwards at the realisation that settles upon him. all this over him? over his birthday? god, you're adorable. "really?"

"what do you mean, really—what type of shitty response is tha—"

"hear me out," matt murmurs, interrupting you gently. he rubs his hands over your arms easily, sighing for a second as his eyes meet yours. "what if i don't want all that? what if i just wanna spend some time with you? y'ever think about that?" his hands slide up over your arms to your neck, fingers curling around the back gently. "that ever cross your mind?"

you scoff instantly at that—"well, who'd want that?" he doesn't admit it, but the sound of you saying that about yourself makes his heart ache in his chest once more. shaking off the pang of hurt, he continues after being quiet for a moment. "me, i'd want that. jus' bein' with you makes me happy. that'd make it a real good birthday." you can't deny there's a warm, fuzzy feeling in your heart when he says that. no one's ever said that your company is all they need to be happy.

you bite your tongue momentarily, considering your words. a bashful little look dawns on your face and you look away with a quiet huff. "yeah?" you mumble, looking up at him through your lashes after. damn it, he makes your heart feel all fluttery and warm like no one else has before. you're not sure whether you like it all that much—since it's so vulnerable, but you can't say you hate it, since you don't. "really?"

he draws you into him, his hand sliding up to the back of your head to cradle it before he holds you against his chest. "i mean it, pretty girl," he murmurs, his words completely genuine and true. he really does mean it, he loves you and your company so damn much—even if he can't say it. he doesn't need your alone time with him to end with having sex, or for you to buy him expensive little gifts, he just needs you. "really do mean it. i like hangin' out with you, ain't it obvious?"

"you're so—like," you don't know how to explain it. your head tilts a little, chin bumping against his chest a little as his fingers brush over your jaw. "so.." you're a little lost for words, admittedly. a smile plays over matt's lips once more, his eyes fluttering over your pretty face.

"so what, babe?"

you're quiet again, considering what to say before you make the decision that words can't describe how you feel enough. so you lean in, grasping at the fabric of his shirt to draw him closer and press your lips against his. it's slow, gentle, he blinks a minute to adjust to the fact you're kissing him, but he melts into it almost immediately. his plush lips against yours feels like heaven, parting a little instinctively. resting his hands on the sides of your face, he holds you against him.

after a little bit, he pulls back. "i get it," he murmurs quietly, "no need to explain. i know." he gets you more than anyone else.

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[eternalartblock]

overanalyzing kyoko's letter because i have nothing better to do

im having a fucking field day out here.

so in case anyone reading this is unaware, campyfire recently dropped these:

there is a LOT to unpack here. i am losing it over the namedrop but i would mainly like to focus on psychoanalyzing kyoko because. i mean this is her letter, plus in context it wasnt really meant to be read by anyone other than herself, so its likely that shes being pretty damn genuine here. which means i get to look at it and read into it and convince myself even further that she is!!! not okay!!!!!!

We hope your adventures haven’t taken you too far.

“we” is likely referring to the rest of her family, so theyre probably alive and present. which is good because i would actually kill someone if she lost her sister and had literally no one else. i really hope they gave her some support at some point because it seems like she really needs it

Since you’ve been on your journey, I've decided to become an adventurer, just like you!

becoming an adventurer is a lot. leaving home and letting go of your old life is a lot. and kyoko did that because it was something her sister liked to do, because it made her look strong and brave and she wanted to be like her. she mustve really, really looked up to her :(((

…I was scared at first, but talking with them made me happy… really happy.

ok hold up. she was scared??? while she does seem scared for them, shes never appeared to be scared of them, so… why? maybe its because they just come off as intimidating to everyone? it could be like how several npcs in the manor thought they looked off. but that was after she first met them, plus they were definitely a doing a lot better back when they only had one sword. i personally think this might be hinting at some kind of attachment and/or vulnerability issues? idk it REALLY seems like shes got some shit going on, especially because of how she lets you vent about your problems but immediately changes the subject once she mentions hers in her manor dialogue. still not normal about that btw.

Things are weighing down on them though, I didn’t want to trouble them…

shes clearly worried about being a burden to player while theyve got so much going on. even though she has literally let them vent to her. while she ALSO had some shit going on. dont get me wrong, i get why she'd think that way, player IS visibly going through it and they dont need more things to worry about. but it would probably be worth it to at least ask if theyd be ok with listening to her talk about everything. theyre her friend, and theyve got quite a few things in common. they would understand.

I shouldn't give up. I know you're out there, so I'm going to be just like you and never stop trying.

aughhhh fuckkkkkk

the thing about having a loved one go missing is that anything could have happened to them. there so many horrible ways for calypso to have gone out, especially since kyoko has ZERO IDEA where she could have gone. and yet, she chooses to believe that shes still out there somewhere, because she knows her sister, and she knows that shes stronger than that. and she wouldnt leave her.

also consider: calypso's an adventurer. it would be normal to not hear from her for a while. so imagine how long it took for her family to even realize something was wrong. calypso has been gone for a very long time.

im glad kyoko's at least coping somehow... still think she should open up a bit, but its better than nothing. i really want her to get the support she needs, because shes clearly going through a lot, despite how cheerful she might appear. also i wanna know more about calypso, it seems like she was super cool.

anyways kyoko is the best and most well written block tales character. thank you for coming to my ted talk

[waywardstation]

We were fed great with the twins Sygna Suits today~!

Something I always love is when we’re fed great content the entire fandom wakes up and goes crazy over it. No matter where. I saw japanese cheering as well!

The default colors of their Sygna Suits are obvious, but I’m also wondering how their EX Style might look…

Also from the preview they definitely throw another curveball at us with how close they are, yet teasing us basically with PLA in the background.

Almost as if Volo is somewhere in the background waving and reminding us of what’s gonna happen with Ingo…

And still no conclusion… 😔

WE REALLY WERE!!!

And I love it too!!! Seeing the submas tag so alive and all over this content makes me so excited!! Everyone’s drawing them amazingly, and I plan to draw them too at some point!! The designs are so much fun! And they finally have their aces, eelektross and chandelure; I never thought pokemas would give us submas/aces pairs!

And as for their EX styles, here they are! I really love the color choices, the designers did an awesome job with them!!

AND THE PREVIEW IS SO EVIL HAVING LIZA BRING THIS UP TO INGO OH MY GOSH THEY KNOW WHAT THEYRE DOING

And Ingo just says Bravo ;-; he doesn’t know!!!!!!

they keep getting so close to the topic haha. I’m looking forward to seeing the entire event and all of the interactions!!! I also keep hoping for more PLA stuff in the future; it would be interesting to see if they do actually do a storyline with warden Ingo, as it feels like there has been a chance or two to reference it somewhere, but they haven’t. But I just want more PLA content in general!!

ANYWAYS IM VERY HAPPY WITH THIS UPDATE! I love getting new submas content and I love seeing the community get super excited over it ;w;

[unionizedwizard]

i just finished the sage job quests so i really gotta know what irma thinks of lalah jinjahl (sp) the moderately bossy sharlayan tank. am i insane or is that like irma catnip (no pun intended)

HAH so i'm sort of stuck in a hole here (i effortlessly parry the joke you were about to make) because i'm not quite sure the quests themselves are canon, since she finally (pinnacle of her character development arc!!!!!) got to study it Properly. at the studium and all. (everyone clap and cheer for irma. SHE DID IT!!). that being said the quests COULD be canon just like. afterwards. or maybe she could be sent to investigate with lalah in the first place... i'm not sure yet hence why i didn't really think about their relationship

(sidenote, but sage was the first healing job i unlocked - after EW - irma having a whole thing about not being able to heal until then, so her first question about "have you ever experienced it? being helpless to help a comrade dying in combat?" was kind of. hilariously on point. laser-focused on her own complexes and all. beautiful way to start a partnership, never change)

but yeah, i think they get along really well (lalah definitely fits the type. for sure) (also i love that she's wearing this outfit while being a tank. icon), and have highly compatible personalities & outlooks on most things - lalah's First Ethical Quandary and "wait, is the State actually.... corrupt? bad? THERE IS SUCH A THING AS MEDICAL ABUSE????" was DEFINITELY very very endearing to irma, 100% approval rate right here

last tangent i promise but it is kind of hilarious that two of the four healer jobs have questlines that are basically "sharlayan dignitaries/respected scholars actually the worst criminals in the land, more at 11". theyre straight-up just roaming eorzea to either do missionary work for these savages (leveva's outlook, initially at least) or roaming eorzea to use these savages as test subjects (cmon, nobody will miss a few extra mouths to feed!) and then it's simply never mentioned again. it's just so compelling i'm obsessed with sharlayan WHAT is wrong with this city-state. i love that if you never play healer at all OR only play whm/sch you will never ever know the ways in which sharlayan is fucked up. you show up and it's all like oooohhhh we made a STARSHIP and we're talking to the MOON BUNNIES and we HATE FUN but they have entire torture apparatuses implemented hydaelyn knows where and they keep their astrologians locked up somewhere (they're scaring the hoes i guess) and they have rogue doctors committing every kind of malpractice on uncivilized savages and calling it "research" and one of the government members has been committing human trafficking and was caught conniving with a foreign power and he never even lost his job. you make eye contact with him as he votes to have you expelled from the city. they even have nobility AND arranged marriages for teenage girls (WHAT). what in the world is going on in these pretty white-domed houses with their neat blue tiling. anyway

[schizotypalpd-culture-is]

major cw for venting abt rumination, unreality and paranoia...

questioning stpd + bpd culture is freaking out alot and never being able to keep an account for long and getting immediately suspicious as well as hella inferior to ("they're gonna find out something about me idk what but i know")/anxious of anyone who is too enthusiastic about you (and conversely trying to talk to people who are not as available at all), not being able to use youtube much anymore because u think all the videos could be talking about you even tho its just a tactic to address the viewer to watch but u feel so fucking called out by every little thing, getting angry at the screen and always typing mean shit in the search bar in case somethings watching (but still being addicted to the internet), feeling intrusive at every family function for no reason, feeling like an idiot trying to speak more than one or two words on most days bc it gets jumbled or u literally cannot remember even names or what u did 2 days ago, having the weirdest blend of disgruntled/confused/concerned stare with little response at all whenever u try to describe ur problems and mind, having breakdowns when u try to make friends irl, and really needing help but too scared of being invalidated/mistreated/laughed at and also its a big process i dont fully understand or have much help with and being watched/monitored by family is my nightmare. then ruminating for hours feeling guilty bc the other part of u knows its not all about u, negative grinch!! but u cant escape the feeling or the possibility. then u get scared somethings watching ur brain judging and u spend more hours arguing with yourself or the entity and freaking out which the stress and sleep deprivation turns into hallucinating ghosts (then u think... OMG she cursed me! im haunted! its this house! my vibes are so bad ghosts want me out of here.) and having nobody to tell abt it. so u write about it in a document cuz u literally cant verbalise delusions hoping whatever medical professional will see it wont disregard it because you are somewhat self aware/introspective (to the point that you're just obsessing over your own thoughts not really anything like ooh enlightenment. oh and then u ruminate that maybe youre not sick enough... then get angry at imaginary people who would dare think that... wait im an asshole! people can think what they want! whats my problem! im so mean! que rumination about that), post online then get paranoid about it again and tbh u dont know why u post it but it has to go somewhere, to someone. itll probably drive everyone away but i don't know where else to go. maybe ill be honest and show my true face. but do people even do that? am i something to be hidden? im so tired and cant even cope with people walking outside my window and i look creepy when i figure out what theyre doing by standing at the window then i panic thinking they think im a creep going to do bad things.

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[moonlit-imagines]

Robin and the Stray (Part 2)

Dick Grayson x Kyle!reader

warnings: blood n death ment and urge to puke teehee

a/n:

prompt:

part 1

Joining the Titans wasn’t exactly something you had in mind. The Titans were all kind-hearted heroic-types with these clear cut motives and tragic or powerful backstories that drove them to do good. You were here for two reasons: Dick moved to the other side of the country and you were being “rehabilitated” from your kleptomanic ways while Selina was serving a short sentence.

It felt awkward being in their presence, every glance felt like a glare. They must be thinking how dare y/n stand and fight beside us, theyre nothing but a common criminal, a petty thief, we can’t trust them. Dick had always assured you that they didn’t think less of you, but when anything was misplaced they always seemed to look to you for an answer.

You and Dick had been together for a few years now, and not all of those years were you a cat burglar. Maybe here and there, mostly for kicks or just to prove you still had it in you. Sometimes just to mess with Dick and Bruce. But Dick never stopped trusting you, he found it amusing more than anything and you grew to love each other deeply. Nothing could change that.

You were already sort of a vigilante before you were inducted into the Titans, usually sticking to the lower levels of Gotham and helping women steal their purses back or a kid who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Stuff like that. Unless, you know, Batman and Robin needed a hand.

As far as the Titans went, you were genuinely happy in San Francisco. It was a nice change of scenery after growing up in dark and gloomy Gotham. Dick felt free without Bruce standing by, doing what he could to make you feel comfortable here. Taking you on dates to new restaurants and going to beaches on your days off became a regular thing, something to make you forget you felt like you didn’t belong.

You had your own room, which was a nice change considering you and Selina typically shared or one of you slept on the couch or somewhere else depending on the night. Although, you spent most of your time in Dick’s room, it was hard to sleep alone most nights, he was like home to you. He’d mindlessly play with your hair and rubbed you back to ease your worried mind. He kept you sane.

But missions were different in so many ways. You had each other’s backs, sure, but you knew well enough that the two of you were more than capable of handling yourselves. Years of fighting against each other and beside each other made the team observer you two in awe, your fluid teamwork was incredible. To you, it was just another day.

“You okay?” Dick asked with your cheeks in his hands, looking down at you with a wet washcloth pressed between your cheek and his hand. “Don’t tell me you’re concussed, I’ll have to stay up all night with you.” You both chuckled weakly.

“I’m fine, just wiped from the past few nights.” You sighed as he wiped grime and blood from your face. You winced when he brushed against just below your eyelid where a bruise was budding. “I really got my ass beat tonight, huh?”

“We all did.” Dick wiped stray hairs from your forehead. “You seemed distracted, though. Thinking of me?”

“Gotham. Just homesick.” You told him and he kissed your forehead and continued you clean your wounds. He was pretty banged up, too, but he could tell you needed some TLC. “I love it here, but you know. I miss all that stuff. I miss Selina. I miss my cats. I miss Commissioner Gordon giving me shit for stealing and then helping him. I miss Bruce giving us lectures about staying focused. I miss Alfred trying to give us ‘The Talk.’” You rambled on while Dick nodded along, and your dull laughter caused another wince as you realized you maybhave a bruised or broken rib. “I miss you sometimes.”

“I’m right here.” He told you.

“Will you always be?” You asked.

“If all goes well.” He pulled out some bandages.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You continued to question.

“It means I don’t know the future and I won’t promise something I might not be able to control.” Dick explained in his smart-ass way. “It’s just the job, y/n. You know I love you.”

“I know you love the job.” You said tilting your head down and eyes up before he picked your chin back up.

“I don’t.” He replied.

“Keep telling yourself that.” Your sigh left his stomach slightly drop and you slid down off the table you were perched on. “I have to get a quick shower in, I’ll be back.” You trotted off the the bathroom to do so and left Dick alone with his thoughts, which you might have sparked something in him at this time. Unbeknownst to the two of you and the rest of the team, your lives were about to b me turned upside down in the worst of ways when Deathstroke entered your lives.

Your head was spinning at the time you heard the news of Garth’s passing. You fell into Dick’s arms and he held you so tightly. You felt as if you might puke and the rest of the team was right with you. Any barrier keeping you and them was broken down, there was no more tension or fear that kept you from getting close, the grief brought you all together.

It was Donna who apologized to you first, letting you know your worries were not that far off and there was a lot of distrust in you, but they moved on from it. It was the load off you needed after this tragedy. And Dick felt guilty he put you in that position, started blaming himself for so many things. You’d thought he’d get distant in all this anguish, but he wouldn’t let you go. He held on tight and began to worry for you more than usual, which worried you greatly. And it sucked because after all that happened with the Titans, you two had no choice but to go home.

“It’s what you wanted, right?” He asked you on the plane ride home, sitting across from each other on Bruce’s private jet.

“Not like this,” you stared out the window, picking at the seams of your jeans, “I just started feeling like I belonged. Now I’m leaving a place that felt like paradise. I really did love it there.”

“We can go other places. I’ll take you wherever you want to go.” Dick leaned forward and grabbed your hand. “I hate this, too. I love you, though. Wherever you go, I’ll go. It’s fine.” You closed your eyes and nodded.

“For now we’re going home.”

And you were home and it was dull and lifeless and you felt all the joy you had slip away as you fell back into old habits. Started to realize you stole because you were bored, you roamed the same streets and rooftops over and over because it was just what you did, you laod around all day and played with the cats but nothing was ever different. Not even when there was some huge debacle with a villain that belonged in Arkham Asylum. Not Two-Face or Riddler or Joker or Mr. Freeze or whoever’s weekly turn it was to enact a failure-destined plan to take over Gotham or kill Batman. It was all the same.

You sat on the same ledges and ate the same Pizza with Dick. You had meals at Wayne Manor with Bruce and Dick, a spot reserved for the late Alfred was an unfortunate change and maybe the only one. Bruce was paying your rent, offering you a bigger place or maybe one for you and Dick to share, but for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to it. It already felt like you were taking advantage of him.

Don’t get me wrong, you loved Dick with all your heart, but he was off, too. It was obvious he fell back into his old ways. And something about it made it obvious he’d grown too fond of his life as a Titan. The independence and emancipation from Batman, where he called the shots and could do nice things with and for you. Maybe the guilt set in after another year or two or three. Because one day you were fine and the next, it was over. You looked back and realized that that promise you wanted him to make was never going to be fulfilled because he never felt secure himself. But that was his problem now, you would have helped if he’d let you.

It was awkward seeing each other in passing. After all, neither of you gave up your vigilantism. But avoidance was key. It was only a matter of time before he decided Gotham was too small for him now. You heard he’d moved to Detroit, good for him. You hoped he’d moved on and was doing well, you sure weren’t getting there anytime soon.

Then one day a few weeks later, you heard your phone ringing. Blocked Caller. You stared at the screen for a few moments grabbing the phone and holding it for a few more before you pressed the answer button. You put the phone to your ear but said nothing.

“Y/N? Y/N, it’s me. I need your help. I just—I need you.”

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[the-s1lly-corner]

TADC characters x reader crying and the characters are trying to calm the reader down

TADC cast finding the reader crying!

WOOOOOO so sorry for not getting to requests sooner, i was busy today and caught up in doing a bunch of baking orders! yahoo! i made a buncha scones today and churros :)! i might make pretzels tomorrow for myself also ive never watched one piece but im absolutely obsessed with chopper VV

CAINE:

"now now my dear, what's wrong?" immediately takes you off to a private area away from prying eyes and ears. surprisingly a good listener, i mean he cares about you so so much, youre like. his number one, so of course hes going to be looking out for you. tries his best to cheer you up, regardless of whats making you so upset; another circus member, being overwhelmed, or your brain just being mean... this man would literally carry the world for you.. well a digital world, but the sentiment still stands i think..! just say the word and hes going to do whatever it takes to cheer you up!

POMNI:

very awkward comforter, i think i might have said this somewhere; in fact i may have had a similar request to this a while ago but i truly do not remember and i cant be bothered to look through the sea of TADC stuff ive written... but she would be SO bad at comforting people; like she just stands there before awkwardly patting your back. and thats assuming she goes through with the action, theres a solid chance she just. asks outright if youre okay in this nervous voice trying to be gentle. its not her fault i prommy, shes just bad at comforting people. offers to take you to her room so you have some privacy, kind of just lets you let it all out

RAGATHA:

again i might be biased for ragatha because ive really fallen in love with her since i opened up requests but she would be the absolute queen of comfort. speaks in a really soft voice as she takes you off to yours or her room, sets you down on the bed and lets you lean on her for support (metaphorically and literally!). gives you the softest blankets and pillows, and simply lets you pour your heart out. asks if you want comfort or solutions; because both have their time and place i think. sometimes you want solutions, and sometimes you just want pure comfort. ragatha gets it. and whichever one you want, shes going to deliver on it! will likely take it upon herself to try to solve the issue if its an external thing that made you upset. 10/10 love her

JAX:

believe or not i think he would be the type to try to confront the thing upsetting you yourself, especially if it was someone who had upset you. best way i can explain it is like. you know that one pizza episode of spongebob where squidward stands up for spongebob to that rude customer who made him cry? it would have the same energy, i think. asshole who actually has a heart stepping in to defend someone when there needs to be justice type deal. now if he was the one who made you upset, say by one of his pranks, then it might take him a minute for the guilt to kick in but it would be there... eventually. does feel bad, tries to cheer you up and does try to apologize, i think

KINGER:

oddly enough i think he would be up there in terms of how good he is with comforting people! i say odd because he seems so out of it a lot of the time. but i think the second he sees your tears hes just laser focused. very similar to ragatha in terms that he takes you away and lets you speak. to the pillow fort! lets you cry into the fur of his robe, too... rubs circles into your back. this man carries the same level of comfort that sweet old people carry, if that makes sense. the type of person so say "ive got you" when comforting someone, i think

ZOOBLE:

has to do a double take when they see you crying. like pomni i think theyre bad at comforting... but not as much, if that makes sense. if it was someone who had made you upset, they probably try to tell you that they arent worth the time of day and that youre better than them. strikes them with the curse of them also giving you awkward back and shoulder pats, but its even more awkward and uncomfortable because they have weird hard plastic hands. look, ok. theyre trying, theyre likely trying their best too- honestly i think their main form of comfort is talking shit about the person or thing that made you feel bad

GANGLE:

honestly she might cry with you. admittedly i dont see gangle herself being the best comforter when someone is crying; especially if its someone she cares so deeply about. i think like everyone else, she would gently take her hands in yours and guide you off to the side so you can have some privacy and decency. she does try her best to try to cheer you up; and i think that she would have better luck with it if her comedy mask isnt broken! but if it is, its likely that shes going to cry with you. probably leads to vent sesh between the two of you where you vent to one another and cry. hey, that works too, i think! not to say that she is trying to purposefully trying to make it about herself too, but like. her way of empathizing with you. "oh hey we're both having a bad day, let me show how i can relate to you so you feel less alone" type deal

[mossterunderthebed]

Jujutsu Kaisen Observation # 18358503893742653

okay so. hm. how to say without being immediately pelted to death by hammers?

i was a little... surprised? at the scene where gojo was sealed. and like the whole plan and exposition and everything leading up to it, cause like. stsg are made out to be such an unquestionable Thing that i had almost expected more from the source material- and there was Plenty to work with if you're going the shipping rout dont get me wrong- but... i just. maybe it just feels like a dissatisfying sort of portrayal almost?

because it feels in some ways like such an acknowledgement that people just. dont Get life-changing relationships outside of romance anymore.

i think they were soulmates. i think they were friends. i think they changed each other's lives and were unfathomably, unspeakably precious to each other. i think when they broke they shattered and cracked and the splinters of that ache are still lodged in the soft spaces between their bones. i think it still affects them, because that's the kind of thing you dont just get over.

i dont think it was sexual. i dont think they had a romantic relationship. like, i just... it was really strange, because while this big Proof of Romance thing was sort of playing out on screen the only thing i could think was that this was how i felt when i lost one of my friends because i just Didnt know how to be there for them when they needed support.

in the end we, who thought we would be friends for the rest of our lives, ended up never really seeing each other again because we just. didnt have what each other needed anymore. and i still hope they're happy, and want them to be well. and i still regret how things went down.

but i couldn't have done any different because what i did was all i knew HOW to do. i WAS offering support it just wasn't the kind of support they knew how to do anything with.

and i just think that for gojo, that's what suguru is, though likely amplified and worsened due to their respective family situations and upbringings. he's 'i wish' and 'what if' and 'im sorry' and 'i wanted to be there' and 'did i ever know you at all' and 'why did things happen that way, why didnt i know better- HOW could i have known better- i wish i couldve helped you, i wish i couldve saved you, i miss you, i love you, im sorry im sorry im sorry'

i dunno. everyone has different interpretations and viewpoints. i just think they're so 'friends so close theyre practically siblings' coded. they dont need to have been dating to have been the focus of each others lives and to know each other inside and out.

*sighs* whatever. maybe im just blabbing into a void. it just was surprising that after all that hype the vibe i got from them the most truly was just a pair of high school friends that got messed up somewhere along the way and couldnt stick together because their edges rammed right into each other's sore spots.

nobody's fault- tho u could def argue it was suguru's fault if ur looking at it from the mass murderer and genocidal maniac angle tho jjk does magnify things a lot to a gruesome degree bc thats kind of the whole Point, AND to tell the truth i dont focus on a lot bc i mainly think of suguru as the version he was in his high school years because to me thats the one thats most fun to play around with- its just what happened.

and that's not even touching on what all getou did and HOW the whole thing broke apart in the first place or the trauma from whence the cracks started to form and etc etc etc. sometimes stuff happens and people DO split apart and theres nothing you can do but mourn.

im sure for gojo the mourning was a heavy burden, yeah.

but also, if my best friend that i killed myself had suddenly appeared to come back from the dead, i too would blue screen for a whole fudgin minute i mean come on. be serious. like you wouldnt stand there with your mouth hanging open out of sheer stupefaction and disbelief and confusion. fr.

ppl arent supposed to do that.

[dorylinae-supremacy]

Tags: Dark SBI, dark Phil, dark Techno, royalty au, memory loss, implied character death, he doesnt die though, skrunkly Techno, Wilbur is in here just a heads up, just the character though, fuck the real guy, this is full of brainrot, you get the vibes as you read, its like 1K minimum I think

AU where Techno is a prince who gets kidnapped by political rivals.

Obviously, they know theyre gonna get caught. All they can do is cause as much damage as possible to the family before theyre caught and inevitably killed.

So they wipe the princes memory and toss him out on the streets. The blood prince, famous for his violence and cruelty, reduced to a confused wreck with no idea of who or where he is.

Anyway so they're caught and die with the knowledge of wherever they dumped Techno so the entire nation is just on a massive search party.

Tech is presumed dead because there is literally 0 universe where he wouldnt immediately make himself known to his family and that just makes Phil even darker when it comes to keeping his last remaining kid safe.

(I'm thinking Tommy so there can be some dark clingy Tommy action later on)

I think Wil eventually bumps into Tech and is confused on why theres just some random guy on his own in his bakery with like no clue how to do anything.

So he takes him in.

Not really intentionally at first but he gives him a place to stay because he's lonely and he'd feel bad if anything happened to Techno but they get along really well and become attached.

Obviously that means stuff has to go wrong but before that I'm thinking there are a few moments where Techno vaguely remembers stuff from who he was and just doesn't know what to do with it.

Maybe Wilbur braids his hair a certain way and it feels so familiar and somewhere in his mind he just knows that someone did this for him before.

Meanwhile Phils in the castle all sad because he misses braiding Technos hair every morning.

But maybe he also sees some kids playing and being mischevious and he feels so fond but has no clue why. The kids push each other around and mimic sword fights and he thinks he can remember knowing a kid who did the exact same but never being able to really grasp it.

He just misses people who he doesn't know and cant describe and he gets very skrunkly about it because clearly no ones been looking for him so obviously they didn't care about him as much as he did them.

But he gets very close with Wilbur and maybe Wil leaves to go off and get something so Techno mans the bakery while he's gone.

Thats when Niki comes in. Maybe Ranboo dragged her in or something because they've heard nothing but good review but either way they walk into some random bakery and just see the fucking crown prince working as the casheir.

The same crown prince that has been presumed dead for months and has had an entire funeral thrown for him already.

Techno is obviously very confused when they start asking him where he's been and what he's doing there but doesnt exactly get a say in anything as he's dragged out the shop and put on the first carriage back to the palace.

There's obviously a reunion that only makes Phil even darker because his baby doesn't fucking recognise him and barely lets him touch him so he's torn between playing nice and letting Tech come to him and just crushing his son in his arms and never letting him go.

He finds an odd in between where he tries so hard to be patient like a spider in a web but he misses his sonboy and occasionally slips up real bad which freaks Techno out.

He also tries to give all the things Techno used to love. People to kill, gold, weapons etc, but none of it really works. All Techno wants is the only comfort he's had since he woke up confused and lost.

Wilbur.

Meanwhile Wilburs being angsty because he got supper attached to Tech and thinks he just wandered too far but no ones seen him so he's just really sulky and sad.

Techno really was just kinda his emotional support buddy / pseudo brother so now he's dealing with just so many abandonment issues and he's worried sick that Techno could be sick or hurt somewhere and just as confused as when he found him.

That is until the fucking emperor himself turns up at his door and demands to know what Wilbur did to his son.

Wil is terrified and genuinely has no clue what is going on but rambles like everything he knows anyway. Phils pretty unconvinced but gestures for the guards to bring in Tech and Tech practically crushes Wil in the strength of a hug.

They both just immediately break down because they were so worried and scared for each other (brothers <3) and Phil really gets to see exactly how much Technos changed.

His memory is gone, there's no real way to recover it so in a way his son did die but Phil is bitter and possessive and he won't lose him twice so he keeps him anyway.

Maybe he decides that Tech is still Tech and clearly some of his personality has stayed so there's totally a way he can just rebuild him into who he used to be, or at least as close as he can get.

He tries to drag Techno away because he's very bitter about his son (who's been basically terrified of him) hugging some stranger meanwhile he literally mourned him for months.

Techno obviously doesn't take well to almost getting dragged away and says that if he really is Phils son and he's as indulgent as he says he is then he'll let him keep Wilbur.

Everyone is shocked by this and Wil is not happy with it but Techno still has that dark streak in him despite now also being skrunkly so he cuts off any argument and basically calls Phils bluff.

Phil tries talk Tech out of things but Technos obviously super adamant about keeping his new bestie so Phil just sighs and glares at Wil like the entire way back to the castle.

Maybe he also hoards Techno away too and says that since he's indulged him once today, Tech has to pay with nest time (something he's been avoiding a tonne) and its very dark and fluffy later.

I'm not sure where the AU goes after this but its probably a lot of family bonding where Wil is slowly assimilated against his will and Techno regains some part of him that was removed when he got his mind wiped.

There's probably some very sweet moments where Phil and Techno maybe share a piano and Tech slowly remembers the tune that they first did and obviously theres lots of bonding with Tommy where he asks Techno to 'put on a show' and swordfight for him and Tech slowly regains some muscle memory on that front.

[i-write-things]

Obey Me! NB boys: Who would most willingly have kids

(Note: NONE of them would ever pressure you into having kids. I'm saying this now so I don't have to repeat it every time.)

1.Beelzebub:

Any surprise here? I can't remember where I saw it, but I do remember seeing somewhere he said he'd love to start a family. If you don't ask him about kids, he might ask you, first. He'd be a great dad, too. He'd be calm, supportive, and his kids would always be well fed and have plenty of exercise. They'd grow up big and strong like him! :) He'd also do that thing when they're little (and when theyre grown, too) where He'd use them as weights to lift up while he does push ups. He'd also carry them on his back everywhere. If it's a baby, he'd be a little tired of having to get up every night to calm their screams, but he'd get used to it because he makes himself a deal: he'll just get a snack every time the baby cries at night. Speaking of if it's a baby, he'd be afraid he'd crush it at first, and refuse to hold them. But once he finally holds them, he refuses to let any stranger hold them. His biggest fear is his child not being safe. Protective Beel! Oh, and they'd get a LOT of visits from uncle Belphie.

2.Mammon

Ok, here me out- he'd essentially be Bandit from Bluey (Dont ask). He'd make sure his kids are clever and he'd most certainly teach them to gamble from a young age, and how to cheat. He'd be very over protective, but also really fun. His worst nightmare is his kids growing up to hate him. He'll never admit it, but he stops cheating so much to earn money. While he wants his kids to grow up learning how to make quick cash, deep down, he just wants them to be good kids. So he also tries to set a good example and work for his money. All his brothers are shocked, and they'll tease him for it. And of course, Mammon being Mammon, will deny deny deny! The brother that baby sits the most for him is probably Lucifer, actually. (He doesn't trust Mammon at first. Jk, he trusts Mammon a lot with this, actually.... mostly)

3. Satan

You may be thinking, 'Pen, you're absolutely stupid and don't know anything about OM!, nor how to write in character', and you may be right, but let me cook!

You see, Satan at first isn't too keen on the idea of a child. All they do is scream and cry shit themselves and eat then cry some more. And when they're a teenager, they'll just sass him. And he does NOT like the idea of that. But all you have to do is appeal. Example:

Tell him to imagine the following: A 4 or 5, maybe even 6 year old boy or girl that's a mini version of him. Running around the house of lamentation, screaming curses about Lucifer, who can't do anything because they're a child who doesn't know any better. They'd be able to get away with anything and he could use that to his advantage. Now he's hooked, and he'll think about it, but despite his hate for poor Luci, he's still aware that it's a lot of responsibility. Which is why you have to reassure him that that's why you'll raise the baby together. Plus, imagine taking the child to the library, reading to them. They get to develop their own personality. Which is when teenhood becomes fun, because it's not about the sass, it's about the fun personality they've developed.

His biggest fear for his child is his child becoming like him. He doesn't want that. He'd prefer his child become like Lucifer than to see himself in his child (though not by a lot) Oh, and he trusts Asmo enough to be super gentle with the child. (Mostly because he threatened to kill Asmo if the baby is hurt) but also because he knows that the baby would be in gentle hands!

4. Lucifer

Lucifer isn't so quick to agree for 2 reasons.

He's always busy, what if he ends up neglecting the child in favor of work? And then you'll end up taking care of the child in its most vital years to have both parents present (though every year is vital to have both parents present). Of course, you'll just reassure him that Diavolo would give him some leave time in favor of raising the baby, and the brothers would help with his work load in the meantime.

2. Ok, but what about his brothers? That's the thing, he feels like he's already a father of 6. He won't be able to look after them as much because a baby is far too much time. They'll be running loose like chickens without heads in no time. You'll have to tell him he'll just have to have faith in his brothers. At first, he scoffs at the idea. But...he thinks about it. And the more he does, the more he agrees. Finally, he'll take you out somewhere private to tell you that he agrees. He wants to have a baby.

His worst fear is his child not feeling like he was present in his life. He already knows what it's like to have someone related to you hate youSatan, so it would be nothing new to him, though it would still hurt. Yet, his worst fear is his child growing up feeling like he was never there for his them. This will result in him constantly switching his attention time during teenage years from super clingy because he wants to be present, to a little distant because he doesn't want to come off as clingy. You better bring it to his attention and help him find a happy medium before your child starts to resent him for this. Oh, and the brother he trusts most to look after his kid is Mammon. This may sound stupid, but we all know Mammon would at least keep the kid alive. (Like Satan, he'll tear Mammon limb from limb if otherwise) but if Mammon isn't present, he'll ask Satan. Though, he can't be surprised if Satan has taught his child how to say 'fuck Lucifer' as one of their first phrases.

5. Asmodeus

Like Satan, he doesn't really want a child for the same reasons. They just cry, they take a lot of time, he won't be able to get his beauty sleep at night, ect. Also like Satan, you'll just have to appeal. Imagine all the cute family photos he can take! Plus, wouldn't the child be beautiful? 'Oh, but what about when they grow up and go through some weird emo phase?' Well, you guys will just have to accept them for that. And when (if) they grow out of the phase, y'all can continue to support them and then finally take family pictures again. And if they never grow out of the goth phase, you'll just have another Belphie. He laughs, and is a little more calm. It takes maybe some few months before he brings up the idea, saying that he thinks he's ready. His biggest fear is his child growing up unloved by their peers, so he tries to dress them up pretty all the time. You might have to remind him to let the child explore their own style for a bit, and he'll reluctantly agree at first, then be very willing later on. He doesn't want people to see his child as anything but pretty, but understands how important it is for the child to have their own style and feel supported for it. But he's keeping all them embarrassing baby photos. And he's definitely showing them off to his child's romantic partner (if they're not aro/ace). The brother he trusts the most to handle his child is Lucifer. He knows the child will be safe. He would pick Satan, but....y'know.

6. Leviathan

For obvious reasons, at first it's a no. He won't be able to play games as much, the baby will always be crying, ect. But you'll have to remind him that it's a team effort, and he won't be the only one taking care of the child. Plus, once the baby grows up, he'll always have someone to play games with. To which he responds they might not like games. You can counter that if they're constantly surrounded by games, they'll become a familiar source of comfort, and they'll likely love games. Same for any cartoon or anime he makes them watch. He'll give you plenty of excuses, but they're all bullshit. His biggest reason(and secret) is he thinks he'll be a horrible, embarrassment of a father. His child won't think he's cool, and might even get bullied a lot. I mean, imagine having some lame Otaku for a father. Sad, right? But just tell him that his child will love him because he's their father, and no matter what, they'll be proud to call him dad, just like you'll be proud to call him their dad. He tears up afterwards, and maybe a while later, he'll shyly approach you and tell you he's ready. He'll pay less attention to video games and anime for a while, but when he gets a break, if he's not sleeping, he's catching up on all the anime. His worst fear is his child becoming lonely like him. So he makes sure the child grows up with a pet of some kind. That way, they'll learn to be social. Oh, and if it's a boy, he'll try his damndest to name him Henry, and if it's a girl, Hana and/or Yuri. The brother he trusts the most is also Lucifer. He would say Beel, but he doesn't want him to eat his child (Beel would never), and he would say Asmo, but he doesn't want to receive an Asmo Jr. Oh, and Mammon isn't allowed near the child.

7. Belphagore

Last, and least surprisingly, Belphie. A child is wayyyyyyy too much responsibility for little old him. Plus, they cry all the time, he wouldn't be able to sleep. I'm not sure if you really could convince him to have a baby. If you did, it would be years in advance before he would agree. I think the best route is to just prove to him that the responsibility will be shared (and worth it), and he could still get sleep from time to time. Which would help. But if y'all ever do have a baby, he'll slack off a lot. You'll probably get into a couple of arguments because you'll be doing most of the work in toddler and infant years. (Most likely to get divorced over the child if y'all are married. Not saying it will happen, though. Just most likely out of the brothers.) Eventually, after ranting to Beel, he'll realize he has been a shit father at first. To the child, and to you. (Thank Beel for getting through to him). Like Beel, his worst fear is his kids not being safe. He really doesn't care how they turn out as long as they're happy and healthy. After he finally starts taking initiative as a parent, he becomes over protective. If its a girl, he sees Lilith in her, and he wont let her go. Obviously, he trusts Beel the most with his kids.

[pumpkinsy0]

This one could get a bit chaotic but papercut going on a road trip? (And maybe some Pony trying to convince Darry to let him go??) Your headcanons keep me alive, i live and breathe papercut, so please keep up the good work or else I will die 💖

papercut road trip?? aw yeaaa baybeeee comin right up 🤵🏽‍♀️🍜

•it was def a spontaneous idea from curly, he was thinking one night and just wanted to drive somewhere, nowhere in particular just go around, he told tim and tim wasnt gonna fight him on it, if thats what curly wants thats his life, all he can hope is that he comes back in one piece (monkey d. luffy refrence⁉️)

•ik when he brought up the idea to pony it took a bit of convincing, not THAT much, but he still had to do it cause like, just a RANDOM road trip?????? pony joked that curly was trynna kill him, but curly did say they’d prolly pass the country side and he could take some pics as a remembrance so pony was down

•not gonna lie, ion know HOW, ponys ass is gonna convince darry to go, pony might be 18/19 but he is PUSHING his freedom here, ill tell u what tho it took a team effort from tim and buck (somehow), and darry probably slapped an airtag on pony or somethin so he knew where he was

•they were not taking curlys car, ill tell u that much, if u drove that thing for more than an hour i promise u theyre so dead before they even get to the 10th block out of ponys neighborhood, REGARDLESS OF HOW, pony kissed darry n soda goodbye (YES thats important to know)

•SKIPPING BORING DETAILS SO WE CAN ACTUALLY GET THE ON THE ROADTRIP, but they r STACKED w literally just snacks, no actual food, just chips, candy, juice and some water, lord help these two, they gonna crash on the highway🤦🏽‍♀️

•wether its a camcorder or just a regular ole camera, ponys documenting this, he also has a journal to write down his thoughts and draw, hes a man of many talents

•for every stop, when he can, he calls darry to let him know hes alive, even sends over post cards from the different places he’s at, stocks up on small lil knickknacks too!!curly also called to check in w tim and angela and pony made him send over letters too (curly HATESSSS writing letters)

•would it REALLY b papercut if i didnt say that one of em got them lost??? curly def cant read a map for shit and fucked up while pony was driving, that argument had ppl in other cars looking over

•they would take turns on who was driving but honestly just never let curly behind the wheel, be nearly missed an exit and pretty much drifted in the highway, curly would do WONDERS in a racing game, he did a “emergency” stop and almost catapulted pony out his seat when he was sleeping, hes such a lil asshole

•sometimes tho, they would just pull over completley and get in the back seat just to sleep, they had a blanket and like one pillow but its ok the one of em would just lay on the other, they had some pretty nice talks in there and pony wrote about it in his journal

•when they get to the country side, i could see pony having one of those nature books and finding what he could just to cross em off, hes a nerd like that, curly was way too fascinated by the insects to rlly make fun of him for too long

•took some good nature pics too, some silly ones as well, curly took some too!!

•one of em touched poison ivy, whoops

•how have i gone this long without mentioning that curly would def b the one blasting music, hes not the passenger princess, hes the passenger pain in the ass (pony doesnt wanna admit but video evidence proves other wise, he was singing too)

•pony is a pretty good driver i aint gonna lie, but maybe a lil too good, his eyes will NOT be leaving that road, curlys just gotta feed pony himself from the passenger

•they didnt pack enough clothes, they were def clothes shopping as they went, whoever car they took is a MESS by now

•at some point pony got sunburnt and curly was laughing at him bc it wasnt even all over his body, the sunburn just covered parts that his clothes didnt cover, had to make a stop at a gas station for sunscreen and aloe vera (if we r assuming curly packed enough money)

•they dont rlly go home for a while, they got too homesick

i need to stop here before i get anymore ideas,,,

[quodekash]

I didnt get enough sleep last night but its not my fault qtoey fuckin kissed

hes literally the most babygirl in this entire show

HIM FRANTICALLY CLEANING UP I LOVE HIM SM

I love this more than I can ever possibly describe

it's so silly

so goofy

HES SO GOOFY

they should kiss again I think

babes your voice just got three octaves higher, do better at lying next time

who the FUCK is this guy and why is he being introduced in episode 7 of 16 (apparently 16??? it's wild that this show is supposed to be 16 episodes long (according to mdl?) cos we're not even halfway through the show and 2 out of 4 of the main couples have officially kissed, and 1 is officially together. which is insane when you think about how msp is 12 episodes long and tinngun didnt properly kiss til thE END OF THE LAST FUCKING EPISODE)

(no im never getting over this, they COULD have counted 67 FUCKING TIMES throughout the show and they fucking DIDNT)

anyway this guy is probably gonna be a main part of the drama that's gonna go down in order to keep this show long enough 😭

why cant we just keep the light and fluffy show as it is and keep spreading joy and dopamine straight to my bones

two adorable little munchkins standing next to each other

theyre my sons

THAT LITTLE GIGGLE I CANT

whAT rEAlLY???

he asked if he could hit on you, then asked if he could KISS you, AND THEN YALL FUCKIN MADE OUT IN A HAUNTED HOUSE

AND THEN WHEN YOU SAW HIM TODAY, HE MADE SILLY KISSY LIPS AT YOU

so I suggest you all give up on this "plan", and change to this real plan: march up to him, ask him out, plant a kiss on his cheek, take your fuckin artist easels and canvases to a fuckin beach at sunset, paint and make out

oml pun's an astrology girlie

HOLY FUCK ITS HAPPENING

what the fuck no why does it look like its gonna get angsty, I cant do this :(

dont make me watch toey sob, I dont want that, I want them to make out again :((

im so confused dude why is he so angry

I genuinely dont get it

I mean im watching at 2x speed so I can get through this quickly so I might've missed some dialogue somewhere or smth, but still

why's he angry

idk why he's angry but I do know one thing: satang is too fucking good at portraying anguish

im too tired to process words so im not entirely sure what he means but I think it sounds poetic so we're gonna go with that

(ahem) THATS SO BEAUTIFUL WTF

WHAT THE FUCK

brb just gonna rip my fucking SOUL out

"its like im sitting in a vast grassy field with a gentle breeze under a bright sky" OKAY WTF ARE THE GMM WRITERS READING MY TUMBLR POSTS OR SMTH

THATS LITERALLY HOW I DESCRIBED THE WAY WIN PROBABLY FEELS ABOUT SOUND

its why his heart doesnt beat fast for sound, he just doesnt have that kind of crush, its more of a relaxing crush, like a gentle breeze

ill fucking find the post if I can

I literally wrote an extended metaphor poem combined with a fic about it

what the fuck dude

if they're watching my posts then why havent they given us my satang and perth siblings agenda yet

and where is the markford series

gmm I know you're looking at this, answer my fucking questions guys

I LOVE THEIR FRIEND GROUP SO FUCKING MUCH DUDE

they all just make me so happy 😭😭😭

okay but he didnt know you were milk frappe boy when hE FUCKING MADE OUT WITH YOU IN A HAUNTED HOUSE

theyre holdin hansssss

is what I think and want to happen about to happen

that wasnt grammar but its fine

THEYF CYKING END IT THERE??

BUT HES ALL PUCKERED UP

HES READY

ALSO THEYRE IN A SCHOOL HALLWAY AND IT WOULD BE REALLY FUNNY

WTF

I HAVE TO WAIT A FUCKING WEEK TO FEEL JOY????

COME ON MAN

oh fuck yes next week theyre goi g to a volunteer camp

volunteer camp episodes are always comfort episodes so thjis is gonna be GOOD

PUN DID IT BC HE WANTS QTOEY TO SPEND TIME TOGETHER??? BRO HE'STHE WINGMAN OF ALL TIME

well anyway I just wanna see qtoey kiss again :(

ill rewatch that one scene in the meantime

buhbye for now my friends, see yous next week