#FRICKING GIRLFRIEND

[fizztheweirdlittlecreature]

poor funbot

[brushes-of-sage]

Holy frick-

I know Tarsus IV was traumatic to Kirk, but reading the flashbacks from Collision Course feels like a spiral of horrific realization as info falls into place for the reader and you just go like

Oh

Oh…

[mintflavoredcookie]

dont you just love when you're trying to figure out a plot point in your story and you're strugling but then it just. clicks. and now you feel like, sooo fucking smart

[chelleisamazing]

Zecira Musovic ♡

[noteatingjustfeeling]

Rowan x Elisia edit ~ i wanna be your girlfriend

@elisiassideb1tch

[pnuk-r0ck]

Wassup interwebs. I’m gonna try 2 b a good boyfriend.

[fisheito]

@milkeumilkeou (finger twitches from its resting spot around my teacup) i... shalll... riss.treist.rsist.. i can.......... (sideeyes kuya DEEPLY)

[stickystarspectrumtroll-ocs]

An Alliote confession scene thought that occurred to me awhile back

Ellie, blushing like crazy: I LIKE YOU, OKAY? *hides face in hands*

Allie: *gapes dumbly, blushing*

Allie: …Like. Like me like me? Like-like me?

Ellie: *groans, takes hands from face to hair and lifts head pulling hair over mouth and half-glaring off to the side still blushing hard* What do you think.

Allie: ……. I. I think I do too. *increasingly fast* Like you, I mean, not like me. Obviously, I mean I can’t like-like myself, I mean there was that evil version of me from another dimension—

Ellie: What

Allie: ANYWAY what I’m saying is — I like you too. *face also goes red*

[tammyu-2]

I LOVED UR LAST ONE how about 2012 donnie introducing his gf to everyone for the first time how would that go

OOOOO okay so I'm gonna do a different way Donnie and you meet if that's cool?

TMNT 2012 DONNIE INTRODUCING YOU TO HIS FAMILY

Mentions of Y/n, feminine labels, usage of she/her pronouns, some swearing, not proofread.

I adore his face in this gif

You had met Donnie at the dump. That's right, I said it. He was trying to find more parts for his machinery, and you had lost a precious family heirloom. So after misunderstandings and someone almost getting tazed (Donnie), you guys talked things out. After that, you met again when he was in battle. He insisted on you guys actually properly hung out.

So after one hang out became two and two became three. Soon, hangouts became dates, and soon, you guys were two peas in a metaphorical pod. The way he asked you is by trying to show you a project in disguised as him asking you out. Of course, the turtles didn't know, so he did it at an abandoned garage that he found was close by. (He later on used it for any projects he didn't want his brothers ruining.

"Watch closely my dear assistant!"

"Uh Don? Is it supposed to be letting Grey steam out?"

"I assure you I know what I'm doing."

"But the vial is shaking-"

"Trust in me!"

You know, in cartoons, when stuff blows up, leaving the black gunk on everything but the safety glasses? Yeah, that's what happened. He then explained what it was meant to do, and you were flattered at his attempt and accepted his proposal.

Now, his brothers had no idea that you existed other than the time you were a hostage for the kraang one time. But they really didn't bat an eye on how you already knew Donnie's name cause they were too busy saving you and the others. Plus, they were suspicious when Donnie's obsession with April suddenly stopped.

"Yo Dontron what's wrong with you? You didn't even bat an eye at April today!"

"I have no idea what you are talking about. I did blink several times like normal."

"He is saying that you didn't go all goo-goo eyes for her."

"Oh! Yeah, no, I have a girlfriend now."

"Ha! Nice joke. What nation is she from? Your imagination?"

"I'm serious."

"Sure you are."

So he brought you around to show that he indeed was serious. You would be lying if you weren't a little scared to meet his family. I mean, what if they like to banish you from ever meeting Donnie again because you coughed wrongly in their house or something???

Though Donnie assured you that their opinion doesn't matter to him. Not really easing your spirits, though, because he still didn't clarify that you shouldn't be afraid of MEETING them. More or less that he didn't care if they did disapprove.

"Everybody! This is my absolutely wonderful girlfriend Y/n. I thought you guys would want to meet her."

You politely waved at them with a gentle smile.

"How much is he paying you? Cause we don't have money at all, he's scaming you."

"Are you like a robot or something? I don't see your wires."

"So are you being held hostage if so blink twice."

"GUYS WHAT THE FRICK!?"

Fr tho- guys have faith in your brother that he has some game

Donnie quickly goes to apologize to you only to see you absolutely losing your shit and failing to hold in your laughter. After a few moments you gather yourself and clarify that you are Donnie's human girlfriend by choice.

"Are we talking about the same Donnie right now?"

"I'm right here!"

They are all too confused to say that they approve.

"How did Donnie pull you?"

You try not to laugh as you explained how you met him.

"What do you mean you met him at a waste disposal???"

Trust that they are secretly making notes to compare later because they have no faith in Donnie boy at all.

After all the commotion Master Splinter had entered. And Donnie was quick to introduce you to him. Donnie is basically bouncing on his feet.

"Hello sensei! This is my lovely girlfriend Y/n. Y/n this is my father I was talking about."

Splinter mumbles a simple greeting and bow his head while you copy his actions showing respect for him. Splinter is a man that sees to believe so he doesn't really say anything remarkable or worth noted on your first meeting. More or less that he hopes Donnie is treating you right. But after a while of getting to know you he likes you.

"She's a good one, son. Treat her well."

"There's no doubt in my mind that I won't sensei."

The turtles are okay with you and so is Splinter. They love when you bring pizza around though for them.

"You sure you're here against your will?"

"Mikey!!"

That's it lovelies. That's my new nickname for you guys hope you like it

I loved this it was so cutesy

BAI ;*

~Tammy<3

[nsingcat]

MADE FOR EACH OTHER. O, BEARMAN

summary ✶ fan’s can’t help but to gush over you & ollie!

pairings ✶ ollie bearman x reader

type of fic ✶ smau

faceclaim ✶ hanni pham!

notes ✶ i ♡ ollie. you’re a college student (18-19) so you’re a private wag 😚!

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author throwback to when yn brought a teddy bear for ollie at baku 2023 🥹!!

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user AND IT WAS REDD I LOVE HERR 😫

user possibly the cutest f2 couple !! i hope we see her at more races this year

➥ user possibly the best wag 🤷!

➥ user you ain’t never lie !!

user WHEN HE WON THE RACE SHE GAVE IT TO HIM !! IT WAS THE CUTEST THINGG

olliebearman i still have that bear :)! she cuddles with it more than me but eh

➥ author oh HEY GIRLLL!! TELL YN I SAID HI OMGG

➥ user i sobbed i love them both

➥ user GIVE US MORE YN CONTENT 😠🤨👊

➥ user THAT’S SO CUTEEE

user 🕯️ yn at more races this year 🕯️

user SHE’S SO PRETTYY

user waiitt im new here!! how is she related to ollie? like what does she do?

➥ user this is y/n l/n !! she’s a college student majoring in journalism! she’s a private wag, so her instagram & tiktok is private. she doesn’t show up to a lot of races but she tries to and is the sweetest ever

user ollie teach me your ways bro

user best f2 wag soon to be the best f1 wag !1!1

user off topic but once ollie becomes a full-time f1 driver i’m gonna be so excited to see yn interact with all the other wags!!

➥ user HER AND FLAVY OMGGG>>

➥ user ALSO HER AND ALEX??? FASHIONISTAS FRR

➥ user can’t wait until the wags take her under their wing 🙏

➥ user just realized she’s gonna be the youngest wag what the frick 😦

#INSTAGRAM: OLLIEBEARMAN !

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olliebearman summer break with my baby 💝

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user SHES SUCH A CUTE

user oh my god idk if wanna be ollie or yn

user HE WENT TO HER COLLEGE??? OH IM SICK 😓

user they’re made for each other omfg

user YN CONTENT YN CONTENT ‼️‼️

alexandrasaintmleux cuties 💕!!

➥ user mother omfg

➥ user when i’m in a biggest ynliver fan competition and my opponent is alexandra saint mleux

➥ can’t wait for the yn x alex interactions next yeaarrr 😫

user SHE’S SO HAPPYFUL WHAT

user my favorite couple i cant

user the grass photo of her.. shes so adorable

user “my baby” I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR

user the photos with each other 🥹..

user PLEASE NEVER BREAK UP OMFG

#TWITTER: FAN ACCOUNTS !

#INSTAGRAM: YOURUSERNAME !

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yourusername did a little photoshoot for my friend’s makeup showcase ! these are BTS (not the band) <3!

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olliebearman FIRST HA

olliebearman pretty girl 💕

olliebearman can’t believe you’re my girlfriend 😮‍💨!!

olliebearman i miss you sososo much 😵‍💫

paularon_ have some decorum oliver 😧

➥ yourusername leave him alone paul ! let him express his love (even if it’s a little worrying..)

➥ olliebearman THANK YOU BABY!! (i think??)

➥ yourusername you’re welcome baby !! (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶)

alexandrasaintmleux gorgeous girl !!! we must plan another date 😚💕

➥ yourusername thank you alex 🥹!! i’ll text you <3

kimi.antonelli ollie wouldn’t stop talking about these photos btw

➥ kimi.antonelli seriously. pls come get your boyfriend

➥ kimi.antonelli i’m pretty sure he’s gonna start crying if you don’t call him

➥ yourusername i- okay thank you kimi !! 😭

olliebearman please disregard kimi’s comments, i was in fact NOT CRYING.

➥ olliebearman okay i was, i love you ☹️💝

➥ yourusername i love you more pretty boy 😚‼️

➥ olliebearman that’s impossible but whatever … 🤷 (I LOVE YOU MOST)

nymphia talks! OLLIE FIC OLLIE FIC! he’s not on my masterlist but i’m slowly becoming a fan of his so he’s getting added 😚! i hope you all enjoy <3

[mooosicaldreamz]

follow the signs (supercorp)

this is for @ekingston's crazy prompt-a-whirl thingy. i got fluff + fake dating + forced to share a cab + fortune cookie which was very lucky in my opinion. and they all start with f! wow. anyway here it is, sitting at EXACTLY 1K. here's the thingy if you want to do it too.

Kara is waiting for a cab. It is midnight in Jacksonville, Florida. She’s here for a wedding she’d planned to avoid, but then Mon-El had called her and Kara had lied out her butt and said yes, me and my girlfriend will be there. And it hadn’t even been grammatically correct, let alone true.

Kara didn’t have a girlfriend. She had a career and hopes for a puppy. She and Mon-El had broken up a year ago and that’d been her last romance.

Lena had been a random choice for her fake girlfriend, the only person Kara could think of who she was close enough to ask to participate in this harebrained scheme, but also someone who had never met Mon-El. She and Lena had met at a press conference when Kara had cornered Lena in a hallway and been tased by Lena’s security guards.

Lena had been less than pleased with their actions and had offered Kara a one-on-one interview, and it’d been off to the races from there. It was nice to have a new, different kind of friend - Lena was rich, too smart for her own good, and indulged Kara more than others might advise. Case in point: they are sitting on a bench outside Jacksonville International at midnight.

“I’m starving,” Kara laments, digging through her bag in the hopes that she’ll unearth something.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to call a chauffeur?” Lena asks.

“No, the cab should be here soon,” Kara sighs. “I’m sorry for this mess, Lena. I know this probably isn’t how you like to travel.”

“I don’t mind,” Lena shrugs. “Flights get delayed whether they’re private or not, and it’s not as though commercial domestic first class is terrible. I think you’re overestimating my need for fancy things.”

“Tell that to your Balenciaga sweatshirt,” Kara says. Lena smacks at her lazily. She’s so pretty, is the thing. Kara could have gone out and got a real girlfriend, or asked someone Mon-El hadn’t known well, but when she’d settled down a few weeks ago and convinced herself to go through with her nonsensical lie, Lena had been the only option in her mind. She’d been the only option she even wanted to consider.

“Is that them?” Lena asks, nodding as a bright orange cab pulls up. Kara jumps up excitedly - and then stalls as the driver climbs out of the car and comes sprinting around the hood directly at her.

“Kara!” Mon-El yells.

“Frick,” Kara mutters as he pulls her into a hug. She looks over at Lena with wide eyes and makes sure to enunciate: “Mon-El, it’s so good to see you!”

She watches as Lena raises one eyebrow and then sighs loudly with an incredible amount of boredom. It distracts Mon-El enough that Kara can withdraw from his cloying hug. He’s sweating. It’s gross.

“Hi, you must be Kara’s girlfriend!” he says enthusiastically. Lena shuffles closer to Kara’s side until she can grip Kara’s whole elbow in her fingers in a vaguely possessive way. 

“Yes, this is Lena,” Kara says, nearly swallowing her tongue. She and Lena are not really touchy, which is not how Kara would prefer it, but Lena is sometimes shy and unsure and one time Kara had hugged her in greeting and Lena had almost cried, so Kara’s been taking it slow. This is the fourth time they’ve touched with this amount of intention today alone. It’s a new record. Maybe Jacksonville wouldn’t be so bad. 

“Nice to meet you, I’m Mon-El,” he grins, looking happy. “Just making a little extra cash before the big day this Sunday. Did you guys just get in?”

“Yeah,” Kara says, grabbing Lena’s suitcase as well as her own and starting to wheel them over to the curb. Mon-El had always hated when she did things that were, per his understanding of the world, things the guy does, which she had on rare occasions found sweet.

It doesn’t matter now, because Kara is swiftly and decisively entering Lena Luthor girlfriend mode. And that includes putting the suitcases in the back of the cab, despite the fact that Lena’s is tagged overweight and nearly breaks her wrist.

When she turns back after shutting the trunk, Lena is smiling at her, and Kara is pretty sure that Jacksonville might really be alright. She takes Lena Luthor girlfriend mode a step further, opening the passenger side door for Lena and waiting gallantly for her to slide in before closing it. 

Mon-El looks giddy when they meet face-to-face at the driver’s side. He points subtly down at the cab and goes, “Dude. Hell yeah.” And then he raises up his hand for a high-five.

When Mon-El hadn’t been the most infuriating boyfriend possible, Kara had liked him. This was one of the reasons why. She smacks her palm into his and then slides into the car, smiling probably dopily over at Lena, who smiles back before digging into her leather tote purse thing and extends, out of nowhere, a fortune cookie.

“I think this is from when we got Chinese last week,” Lena says, shrugging. “If you’re still hungry.”

“I am so hungry, you are the best,” Kara gasps. Lena laughs at her as she pulls the package open and the cab pulls away from the curb. When she cracks it in half, she shoves half of it in her mouth and unfurls the paper. She laughs at what she reads. “It is time you ask that special someone on a date.”

She watches as Lena’s cheeks go a little pink in the lights beginning to whiz by. She’s pretty.

“Oh, Mr. Fortune Cookie, Kara’s already there,” Mon-El says. Lena laughs quietly. Kara reaches out to grasp her hand where it’s clutched in the supple leather of her bag, initiating their fifth consequential touch of the day. Lena looks at her for a long second before she moves to lace their fingers together. 

Jacksonville is gonna be so good. She can feel it.

[ttllynotmyshyt]

a summer vacation, discombobulation

A closeup of Martin's face, a serious tone.

"hello guys. welcome to the fricking... vlog. we are going on summer vacation with my beautiful girlfriend Mandy. And i guess also Hamzah is here and Y/n is also here. welcome." (applause sound effect)

Hamzah filming a sleepy Y/n in her plane seat.

"little miss vacation, obviously asleep" camera turns to face him, uncomfortably close up before she takes it from him. "obviously guys you can see who's the real influencer here and it's me. it's me and Martin. the girls are just... embarrassing, truly. Mandy's reading a book already and Y/n is fighting sleep, not gamerlike. I know girls have it different and... different hormones, i guess they turn on airplane mode like you do in your phon-"

the clip gets cut off, interrupted by a video of the view through the airplane window and a laughter sound effect.

A quiet drive to the destination, Y/n recording, showing everyone except her (and the uber driver) asleep, the camera points to Hamzah before back to her. "who's sleeping like an embarrassing little hoe now? not much gamerlike" she whispers.

A different part of the car ride, showing Hamzah and Martin entertaining a conversation with the uber driver in the most abstract way possible.

“So what’s the best beach out here?” Martin asked, leaning forward like he was on a travel show.

"All of them" the driver shrugged "just not the touristy ones. those are.... how you say- hella lame." he laughed.

From the back, Hamzah snorted. “Boi, not hella lame.”

Martin grinned. “You heard the man. We want the local experience. Point us to the least Instagrammed coastline.”

The driver smiled in the mirror. “You people are funny.”

“We get that a lot,” Hamzah deadpanned. “But only in France.”

Y/n turned her head to the window, trying not to laugh as Martin launched into a story about the time he “accidentally” got locked out of a hostel in Lisbon. By the time they pulled up to the Airbnb, the driver was offering them a discount for “being so unserious.”

Martin showing off the Airbnb once they arrived

"MTV Cribs: but if we were broke and we were in the foreign vacation edition" He said with a dumb smirk as Y/n followed him with a camera, asking questions.

"What's your favorite french dish?"

"I'm gonna have to say... mug" he smirked, referencing Demi Lovato.

during the tour suddenly hamzah could be heard yelling:

“Boi what the hell?—y’all gotta come see this.”

Everyone rushes in expecting a bug or a broken AC, but instead they find him standing in front of a massive canvas painting of a goat wearing sunglasses and a striped shirt, posed like it’s the Mona Lisa.

He points dramatically. “Why he lowkey look like Martin tho.”

Martin walks in, squints at it, then nods. “Damn. That goat got my side profile.”

Hamzah starts filming it up close like it’s a documentary. “This right here is Goatmar. Protector of the house. Protector of the vibes.'

"hey, but check this out because I'm a goat. this means I'm the goat, that i'm the greatest of all time" he smirked and tilted his head sideways with an eyebrow raise.

going evening grocery shopping with Martin getting distracted and wanting to buy a fugly amongus themed shirt, Y/n and Hamzah fighting over what drinks to get and Mandy being the responsible adult person, actually making sure they get the stuff they need.

A montage of the first day at the beach and everyone struggling with sunscreen. Mandy reading a book and tanning, Hamzah trying to catch her off guard and throw Y/n in the water. mixed with shots recorded by martin of himself buying drinks for everyone.

Y/n on her sunbed complaining about getting life-changing sunburn, covering herself with a towel and threatening to never go on vacation like this ever again.

early evening on the Airbnb's balcony. crickets acting as white noise for hamzah's secret recording of y/n he's taking sneakily with his phone. she's on her chair, eyes closed and tank top straps off her shoulders as she hits her weed pen.

"caught in 4k" Hamzah teased

"I'm vibing, let me live" she responded without even looking at him.

"that's what they all say... right before they start talking to trees" he zoomed in on her face. she lifted a lazy middle finger to the camera "ohhh helll nahhh.... girl. see guys?" he turned the camera to face him. "that's family friendly youtubers for you. friendly for the family when there making money off it. but well? not really. really great, Y/n. what's next? swearing?" her snicker could be heard.

Martin joins them through the sliding door, proudly holding up a portable Bluetooth speaker. "guys, you'll never believe where it was"

"where was it?" Mandy asked "MarTin i swear, if you say the fridg-"

"it was in the fridge! i forgot i put it there."

"why did you put a speaker in the fridge?" Hamzah asked

"to cool it off, that's how it works, right? cause it was hot from the sun. tell me that's not how it works" he sat down next to Mandy. "why wouldn't it work like that?"

Hamzah panned the camera from Martin to the setting sun before back to Y/n who just took another hit of her pen.

"ayy, she do be vibin tho."

A dinner, Hamzah and Martin Insisted on making "the real gigi hadidi pasta". they laugh around while vlogging the whole thing on Y/n's camera.

A late night barefoot walk on the beach, taking cute photos, having a deeper conversation, waves crashing and adding a soft ambiance. Y/n walks behind to record them candidly, quickly shut down by Hamzah noticing her staying at the end, a glimmer of worry in his eye before he realizes she's recording and yells at her to "stop acting emo" which they both laugh off.

Y/n sneakily recording Hamzah and Martin doing a tiktok dance together, incredibly locked in despite it being the fifth try already.

Mandy opening an online blind box, crashing out when she gets an incredibly ugly one she didn't want.

A montage of everyone packing, including Hamzah throwing Y/n's bikini at her in the background of one clip.

Mandy and Y/n giving sincere vacation recap thoughts while getting ready together

A clip of them getting a group selfie taken by a stranger who didn't speak English and laughing every next sentence off.

the outro

"Alright, that's it. that's the vlog. see you next week orr- month, or year-" Y/n said, cut off by Hamzah pushing his head against hers to fit in the frame.

"And don't forget to leave a like and subscription and comment- comment if you think Slushy Noobz is the better channel or comment if you think Yourusername is, but hey. i think we already know what the answer's gonna be."

a glitched out freeze frame of Martin sneezing ending the video off.

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for tabetharasa behind the cut; "but it's weird that it happened twice". (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Uh,” Superboy says, blinking his way too pretty eyes at him, and then Tucker has another sexuality crisis and also Danny’s mom yanks the door open and beams brightly at them. Tucker hears ghostly screams of undying rage coming from the kitchen, along with Fenton-ly screams of “TAKE THAT, GHOST!” So like, also situation normal, for Fentonworks. 

Except for the superhero he’s currently bear-hugging on the front step, anyway. 

“Oh, hello there, Tucker!” Mrs. Fenton greets brightly, then looks briefly surprised by Superboy’s presence. “Who’s your friend, dear?” 

“Um,” Tucker says, then rips his hands off Superboy and himself back out of the other’s personal space and nearly falls off the stoop in the process. “Hi, Mrs. Fenton! Mrs. Danny’s Mom! Uh! This is–” oh god how did he not think to think of a fake name for Superboy, he thinks desperately, then just panics and goes with the first Street Fighter character that pops into his head–“Cam! Cam Lee! Friend of mine. My friend. Who is mine. We, uh, met on the internet? Cam really likes . . . cosplay. And . . . stuff.” 

Jesus, how was the first character he thought of Cammy? Cammy! The clone of the evil dude, even! The clone who wears a leotard with a thong in literally all her most iconic designs! 

Please, please let Superboy not ask where he got the name idea. Ever. 

Mrs. Fenton’s surprised look immediately melts into one of those weird sappy ones adults get when they’re being insane and thinking grown-ass teenagers are being “cute” or whatever, and she folds her hands together and coos. Tucker has one perfect, crystal-clear moment of oh no in his head before she says, “Oh, that’s so sweet, Tucker! Jack! Say hello to Tucker, he brought his boyfriend!” 

“Boyfriend?!” Superboy sputters the exact same way he said “pretty boy”. Tucker will never know peace again, he is now intimately aware. Also, apparently Danny’s mom is taking his apparent bisexuality better than he is, which is honestly just embarrassing. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, dear, is this a crossplay?” Mrs. Fenton asks with a concerned little frown, then calls back to Mr. Fenton again: “I mean girlfriend, sorry!” 

“Hello, Tucker! Hello, Tucker’s girlfriend!” Mr. Fenton yells cheerfully as Tucker catches a glimpse of him tackling their struggling refrigerator through the kitchen door before they both go rolling out of view with a series of obnoxiously loud crashing sounds. “Nice to meet youuuuu!” 

Tucker absolutely, absolutely should not have picked anything with any semblance whatsoever to a gender-neutral name. Sue him, okay, his best friends are named “Danny” and “Sam”, “Dani” and “Val” are also things, and “Tucker” is in fact only slightly an improvement on any of that. Frick, even “Jazz” isn’t technically that gendered! There’s definitely at least a dude Transformer named that, if nothing else! 

“So nice to meet you, dear,” Mrs. Fenton says, beaming brightly at Superboy. “Oh, aren’t you pretty! Love the hair, you kids are so creative!” 

“I–I–” Superboy stutters, bright red and half-frozen, and Tucker will definitely, definitely never know peace again.

[evansbby]

Girly the scream that I SCRUMPT-

So exited to see what comes of Thotty thursday!! Here's the first thing that popped into my head cuz I love a mean bf Steve-

Imagine Mean bf! Steve that always makes fun of you when you cry while trying to take him, or mocking you for being so short(even tho it turns him on so fricking much), saying your a big baby, refusing to comfort you during sex so you always end up crying into the pillows while cumming around his dick.

Imagine if one day your just having it rough, feeling particularly fragile and he dosent even notice, pressing you into the bed like most nights but feels something while gripping your hips and sees your little hand shaking like crazy as your fingers are gently grazing his wrist in a weak little atempt to feel him as he pounds you into the mattress. Idk I just would think it'd be cute, funny idk😭😂

Hope your doing lovley dear!!<3

-💌

Wait… mean toxic frat boyfriend!Steve really does awaken something in me 😳

Warnings: toxic relationship, daddy!kink, dubcon, dark!Steve, mean!Steve.

I can totally imagine big, beefy jock Steve picks cute, tiny little you to be his girlfriend. You’re a shy girl, with an equally quiet group of friends. In fact, your friends warn you about Steve — they don’t like how he looks at you like you’re a piece of meat that he wants to devour. But Steve tells you that your friends are just jealous, and Steve is always right so he must be right about that too, right?

As your boyfriend, Steve trains you to only ever listen to him. He tells you that he’s always right, and that good little baby girlfriends always listen to their boyfriends no matter what. That’s how he coaxed you to have sex with him for the first time. Well, it was your first time ever, and Steve gladly took your virginity. He told you how good and soft and sweet you felt around his thick, fat dick, and how this meant that he owned you now. That now, he comes before everyone — including your family and definitely your friends. And you don’t disagree with him because Steve is always right 😳😳

And Steve loves making fun of you and making you cry. He keeps calling you a baby and you keep wanting to prove to him that you’re a big girl. That’s why you let him fuck you however he wants to. And Steve can be so rough sometimes, almost like he forgets himself and a beast takes over. Plus, he’s so much bigger than you. There are times where he’s rendered you unable to walk, your legs shaking and bruises covering your whole body. And he always just laughs and saunters off, telling you how fucking hot you look when you’re fucked out beyond belief.

Sometimes, you feel extra needy during sex, and reach out to grab his huge hand. Steve usually just laughs, spitting on your face and smearing it everywhere just to degrade you more. “Aww, does the little baby wanna hold daddy’s hand?” He’d coo at you, pulling your messy cheek. You’d nod desperately, and he’d make you beg for it, beg like “please daddy, please lemme hold your hand 🥺😭” and Steve would grin wolfishly as he continued to fuck you so hard into the mattress, “tell me how scared you are right now, how you know I could crush you if I wanted to, baby girl. Tell daddy how scared you are of me, and then maybe I’ll hold your hand for you.”

And you do, of course you do and say whatever he tells you to! Steve is completely in charge after all. “Y-You’re big and scary, d-daddy please hold my hand, please!” And he finally does, he holds your tiny hand in his and squeezes it, and you love the little scrap of intimacy it brings you as he presses kisses all over your face, bending your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half like a pretzel as he fucks the living daylights out of you. Steve is the biggest man you’ve ever seen, so huge and muscular and he can be so mean sometimes. But you’re addicted to how sweet he is later, when he sweet talks you and kisses you and babies you and treats you like his baby princess. You crave that treatment, that’s why you love him so much.

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Wednesday: I really don’t see what this all has to do with the bouquet of flowers you offered me, Enid. Quite frankly, you seem to be acting stra-

Enid: *fed up* I LIKE YOU!! THAT’S WHAT IT HAS TO DO WITH IT! I LIKE YOU WEDNESDAY AND I WANT TO KISS YOU!! I WANT TO KISS YOU ALL OVER YOUR STUPID, SHARP FACE! THIS! IS! A DATE!!

Enid: I’VE BEEN TRYING TO ASK YOU TO BE MY GIRLFRIEND BUT YOU’RE THE MOST CLUELESS PERSON ON EARTH AND THAT’S SAYING SOMETHING BECAUSE I EXIST!!

Enid: I WANNA BE YOUR FRICKING GIRLFRIEND!!!

Enid is left panting from screaming so much and Wednesday is left flabbergasted, mouth wide open and her face bright red. As literal months of missed flirting and misinterpreted gestures pass by her eyes in less than a second, Wednesday realizes how true Enid’s statement was, as harsh as it may have been. She truly was the most clueless person on earth, perhaps even on the astral plane as well. Just as Enid is about to storm off, Wednesday speaks.

Wednesday: Enid. I apologize for unwittingly putting you through this torture of trying to get through my admittedly thick skull and confess your feelings towards me. I’m ashamed to share any trait in common with that socially inept gorgon you call an ex boyfriend…

Enid: *interrupting sadly* Wends… I didn’t mean that whole, clueless thing. I just… my emotions got a bit ahead of me, I’m sorry. You’re not-

Wednesday: But I am, am I not? I’ve been completely clueless to your advances and looking back, it’s certainly not from a lack of trying on your part. I wish I could’ve noticed your affections earlier, so that I may have told you that they are returned in full by me.

Enid: *starstruck* Wow… well, I’m super glad that you feel the same way about me, Wends. And just for the record, trying to court you has been like, a thousand times more enjoyable than it was with Ajax. At least you were aware enough to go along with everything I had us do, he was barely aware I was even talking to him half the time. Again, he’s cute, but very clueless.

Wednesday was caught on one part of Enid’s sentence.

Wednesday: Court me? You want to court me, Enid?

Enid: *smirks and giggles* Of course, silly! I would absolutely love to get the chance to sweep you off your feet! Just like you deserve, cutie! *winks*

Wednesday: *blushes, smiles* Oh, mi loba. I would love nothing more than to be swept away by your affections. What a fitting proposal for an Addams, being courted by such a beautifully deadly creature as you, Enid.

Enid: *extends her hand* Well then, mi luna, will you allow me to court you? Prove myself worthy of your divine beauty?

Wednesday: *takes her hand* As if you haven’t already proven it by saving my life. But yes, please woo me, Enid.

On the other side of the graveyard, Yoko and Divina are watching the interaction, eating popcorn and drinking soda.

Yoko: Wow, that was literally the gayest shit I’ve ever seen.

Divina: Yeah, that was harder to watch than you trying to be flirty with me before we started dating, baby.

Yoko: *spluttering* I- you- you said! But-

Divina cuts her off with a kiss.

Divina: Shh, you’re cuter when you’re quiet. *winks*

Yoko somehow blushes bright red.

End <3

(Note: Sorry this was so damn long lol. I just couldn’t get the idea out of my head of Enid courting Wednesday, so I had to add some plot to it. Hope y’all enjoyed!)

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Can you write about Indra and the Uchiha clan when they find the body of their partner on the battlefield in a not very pleasant state and the person responsible mocks them by saying nasty things to them?

The battlefield is painted in crimson, the scent of death thick in the air. And there—amidst the ruin—lies her.

Her body, battered and broken. Her once-warm skin, now pale, smeared with blood that should never have been spilled.

And then, that voice.

Mocking. Laughing. Gloating.

Indra

-So this is the great Indra,- the murderer sneers. -All that power, all that arrogance—yet, when she screamed for you, where were you?"-

A chuckle.

-I thought she’d have more fight in her. But in the end, she was just a pretty little thing, crying in the dirt.-

One does not break before the enemy—never on the battlefield. His mourning will begin in private, for weakness is not an option. Fighting against the weight of his withering heart, restraining that bothersome liquid in his eyes—so foreign, so unwelcome...

Indra does not respond.

Not with words.

The wind shifts. The shadows coil. The enemy is still speaking, but their voice sounds distant, as if the world itself is pulling away from them.

And when Indra finally meets their gaze, something ancient, something terrible, stares back.

The sky weeps in crimson.

Madara

-She swore you'd come for her,- the enemy taunts. -Begged, actually. It was pathetic.-

They step closer, grinning.

-I told her you wouldn’t make it in time, but she didn’t want to believe me. Guess she knows better now.-

Madara exhales, standing on the edge of a bloodthirsty fury that, if unleashed, would wipe out his entire clan—obliterating the battlefield and himself along with it.

For now, just cold, terrifying anticipation.

-Keep talking.- His voice betrays him with the faintest tremor, his entire body taut like a weapon poised to strike. He waits for the perfect moment because, despite the pain, he remains a strategist—and this is the most crucial move he has ever had to make in his life.- -I want to hear every word before I make you regret them.-

The enemy smirks. -What, you gonna cry? Oh, wait—you Uchihas only do that when you're about to kill your own, right?-

A breath. A heartbeat.

Flames.

Madara watches, unmoving, as they scream.

-I hope she begged for death before you finished.- His voice is barely above a whisper. -Because you will.-

Izuna

-You should’ve seen the way she looked at me before I cut her down... Actually, I think she was flirting—offering herself in exchange for her life. Such a filthy bitch, that little girlfriend of yours.-

Izuna tilts his head..

The murdered grins.

"Huh..." It is the only sound the Uchiha emits, filling the assassin with the pleasure of believing he has won.

-I think she realized, in that last moment, that you were never coming. Used her last efforts to-

Everything happens too fast.

One moment, Izuna stands there, watching the scene, processing—quickly distilling hatred mixed with strength and something darker, an undeniable part of his essence. The next, the murderer has a kunai shoved inside his mouth and a hand gripping the back of his neck—one single movement away from death… or worse, a slow, agonizing torture.

A breath. A blink.

Izuna moves.

The enemy chokes— the heavy weapon rests inside his mouth, slicing the skin ever so slightly—but only by inertia. A moment of vengeance even Madara himself couldn’t restrain, an overwhelming need to act upon his loss.

-Don’t die so fast,- he murmurs, -I want to hear you beg next.-

Obito

-Oh, you should’ve seen her face when she realized it was over,- the murderer laughs. -All wide-eyed and teary. Kind of adorable, actually.-

-She wouldn't stop! "Obito, please, Obitoo!", fricking annoying.-

Obito is shaking.

Not with anger—no, something worse.

A choked breath.

A smirk from the enemy.

-I let her hold onto hope, you know. Just for fun. Told her maybe you’d show up and save her—

The ground splits.

Space itself folds, sucking the air from the enemy’s lungs.

Obito doesn’t move, doesn’t blink, doesn’t breathe.

-You will never leave this place.-

He watches them scream as they are swallowed by the void.

And it is still not enough.

Shisui

A scoff -She was so sure you'd save her.-

-Kept looking over my shoulder, waiting for her knight in shining armor.-

Shisui doesn’t respond.

The enemy laughs. He nudges her body with his foot, gaze filled with disgust and satisfaction—pleasure in knowing he managed to get under the Uchiha's skin.

-Guess she figured out the truth in the end— voice dripping with mockery, "—you were never coming."

A moment. Yet suddenly-

Laughter. A possessed, unbridled laugh—the sound a madman makes before completely losing his mind, or perhaps, when he already has.

Not theirs.

Shisui barks, rubbing his face. -You think that was a smart thing to say?-

A flash of movement—too fast.

A blade, a choke, a gasp.

He leans in, voice way too quiet, erratic.

-Guess what?.... I am here now.- He growls -And do tell me, please— he twists the kunai slowly, watching their eyes widen, —how does it fucking feel?-

Itachi

-You know, I expected her to fight harder,- the killer muses. -But once I broke her legs, well... she just wasn’t much fun anymore.-

Itachi does not breathe. His heart trembles, and so do his hands, a repressed instinct surfacing at the sight.

-She asked me to tell you something, though.- A smirk. -Said she loved you. Like that would change anything.-

Silence.

Itachi closes his eyes, letting himself fall into the loss of control he never allowed his mind to feel.

There is no turning back from this.

The speed and reluctance with which he usually executes enemies disappear, as if it had never been there in the first place.

The air shifts.

-You will regret every word.-

And he makes sure they do.