#especially close mooties...

[gummysunnybear]

It makes me sad that people that follow and moot me on TikTok forgot I'm a solar x nebula shipper and I have to openly point out that the VA's are dating so they're going to make character they VA are going to date cause it's common sense...Especially when it comes to 'solar x ruin being better' like no...What? NO SHIP IS BETTER THAN ANY OTHER SHIP. You simply enjoy a ship more then another.

Especially when they push on 'nebula seems more interesting in women'...Headcanon. Your headcanon.

[prosypepper]

hi mootie, here’s a good morning forehead smooch 💋

i’m looking for a f!plus size x toji fic 🥀 my obsession with his grimy ass has came back ten fold.

maybe something along the lines of being his ‘bestie’ (let’s be so fr this man has NO friends.) and he invites u to the beach so he doesn’t have to go with just shiu or sum like that…

sees u in a revealing swimsuit n goes bonkers. OR MAYBE kinda like a comfort bc reader doesn’t feel good in the suit…

even if u choose not to write this it still felt great to get out of my system, ily pls don’t go bald mwah

BABE MY LOVE I WAS SO HAPPY TO SEE U BACK ON THE DASH!!! I MISSED YOUUUUUUU!!!!! also i have some thoughts………ur so smart.

a/n: smut, comfort of insecurities, plus size fem reader, this is lowkey SO BAD and im so sorry but i wanted to do this for u 🫶🫶🫶 18+ mdni!

“where have you been hiding that?”

toji whistles when you walk out of the bathroom you’d been forced to share for the weekend, sleazy grin on his face from where he’s sitting on the bed.

“you’ve seen me naked like four times,” you retort, climbing onto the bed beside him to rummage through your bag of clothes, “also i’m changing. i look disgusting.”

toji’s taken aback by your statement, utterly dumbfounded at a pretty thing like you saying such harsh things about herself. he’d never denied how attractive he thought you were, always flirting and riling you up when he had the chance. hell, you guys had even fucked before, albeit on all sorts of drugs, but now?

toji thought you looked better sober. you’re the first girl he’d ever thought that about, too, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

“disgusting?” he repeats after you, word tweaking into a question.

“yes, disgusting. gross, ugly, nasty, whatever. i hate this stupid bikini but i didn’t have the cash to buy a new one,” you complain, still angrily shoving through your bag and getting angrier when you didn’t find anything to cover up with.

“babydoll,” toji coos, smoothing a hand over your back, “what makes you say that?” toji’s voice is dropped lower, concerned, almost. it was so unlike you to say such a thing. toji didn’t care for many people, but you’d been there for him in the most trying of times, there was no way he’d let you think that about yourself.

especially when he was about to lose it at just the sight of you.

“i just..” you sigh, slumping your shoulders, “i don’t know. i just feel so gross now, like nothing looks good on me and i just feel so ugly. like i’m surprised you’re not embarrassed to be seen with me—.”

“woah, slow down,” he interrupts, taking a breath to collect his thoughts, keeping the soothing hand on your back. “you’re.. damn gorgeous, y’know that. i tell you all the time.”

“yeah but that’s different, we’re friends, plus we only had sex when you were drunk or whatever so obviously you have to be in an altered state to wanna—,”

“stop.”

you’re shut up immediately, looking at toji confused, because why did he care so much? the both of you hold eye contact before toji’s eyes flicker down, causing you to do the same—down his chest and torso, right to the tent in his swim trunks.

“toji!” you laugh, shoving his chest—and toji just grins. cocky.

“that’s all you, babe.”

“you’re so gross.”

“show me how gross you think i am.”

“toji!”

“yeah, baby, scream my name just like that.”

there’s barely room for you to get any words out with the way toji’s stretching you out on the counter of the bathroom. you’re teetering on the edge of the marble, the only thing holding you up are toji’s arms and the desperate grip you have around his neck.

fifteen minutes ago you were complaining about your looks.. and now, he won’t even give you the chance to complain. your bikini bottoms are pulled to the side and the top is resting below your tits, showing all of you off to him.

you’re beautiful like this.

“so fuckin’ pretty,” toji mumbles, looking down at your blissed expression—eyes glued shut, eyebrows knitted together, mouth dropping open and closing with miniscule whimpers. “hold on tight, doll.”

without much warning, toji picks you up with one motion, holding your legs around him with strong hands. a slew of words come out as you try to tell him he’s going to drop you—but you never hit the floor. he’s still for a moment as he slides himself allll the way in, practically stabbing your cervix, you’re sure.

“fucking—pleaseplease, wait,” you babble, not used to the stretch of toji’s cock inside of you, “too much—it’s, mmph—toji.”

“too much, gorgeous?” he chuckles, cute name slipping off his tongue naturally, laughing more when you nod quickly. yet he does anything but pause, bouncing you up and down on his length like you’re weightless.

“sorry, pretty. can’t help myself.”

[huntingcupid]

SAY IT — L.R

you gon' have to do more than just (say it) you gon' have to do less when you (do it) so mama, you know I (show it) always want you to (prove it)

⌗ LARA — fem!reader, smut, a bit of fluff, swearing, oral ( lara receiving ), scissoring, softdom!reader, stress, etc...

⌗ SYPNOSIS — after promoting in Inkigayo, lara seemed extra tired and stressed — she deserved a well needed rest and maybe something more

⌗ CUPID — requested by my mootie @sourb1tter

the promotion for gnarly in korea has left you and the rest of the girls restless — practice here and then outfit fitting there, you all barely got a break

especially lara, the girl has been so out of it recently, she performed so well though always giving her best which you admired the girl for — lara always acted like she was okay, acting strong rather than being vulnerable with the other members

yet she was different with you, you two were closer than the rest, you were lara's rest person — you help her feel calm and loved

while fitting the outfits for the last performance in korea, you noticed how the desi girl barely spoke, and was so silent that even sophia noticed joking about it too, lara only chuckles a bit, one that you can tell was forced — lara was so drained her eyes heavy as she tried to compose herself

finally time to perform you all got into position, your eyes kept going to the vocalist, worry clouding your mind as you see her taking deeper breaths and looking stressed — the final chorus comes and lara winces as she gave her all, that's when you really snapped — she is overworking herself

after you and the girls take a few pictures and finally go back to your respective hotel rooms — you wait until it was 1 am, texting lara you'll be coming to her room, “i'll be at your room in a minute, are you awake hun?” you send — a minute later she responds, “mhm, why?” you took it as a sign and walked a few rooms over knocking at her door

the girl opens in her robe, her hair messy and make up removed, in your opinion lara looked gorgeous especially with her bare face — “why y/n?” lara asks softly yawning towards the end of the sentence — “i know your stressed, let me help you” you mutter

you went in, sitting at her bed — you pat the space beside you which lara sat on, “how'd you notice?” lara ask, her voice was small and fragile unlike the one she uses with others — “how can i not, lay back for me hun” you replied softly pushing her down the bed, lara obeys grunting softly as her head meets the pillows

you tap her thighs signalling her to spread them, afterwards you sit in between them tracing circles on her inner thighs before kissing on them whispering praise towards the woman, “you've been so incredible lara, I'm so proud of you” you mumble into her skin, sucking a particular spot leaving a pinkish mark that will soon bloom into a dark purple mark — lara whimpers, already needy and worked up

“where do you need me princess?” you ask not wanting to force lara, “please” lara begs and it's all the confirmation you needed — you removed her robe met with her naked form, her tattoos decorating her skin so beautifully — her core was glistening with arousal as she looks down on you with those pleading eyes, it was hard for you not to just bend her over the bed, but this was for lara not for you

you lick over her thighs, hands putting her thighs on your shoulders to give you deeper access, finally you lay your tongue flat on her cunt making her whimper silently, you tease her clit sucking on it softly hearing her small mewls and moans as she begs you to go faster, you then move to her entrance, “fuck you taste amazing” you mumble pushing in your tongue into her cunt her back arched off the bed, “y/n!” she whines bucking to your face, you thrust in and out seeing lara satisfied and clearing her mind made you so happy

you move back to her clit sucking it with urgency coaxing loud yet so addicting moans out of the girl above you — “please I'm so close” lara manages to say before she convulses and gushes into your mouth, you continue lapping at her cunt softly helping her come down from her high, “shit — so good” she mutters as you pull away

her chest heaved as her breathing eventually was even

“thank you so much baby” she whispers smiling softly, you smile back crawling back up to kiss her lips, she melted into you, she was so sweet like honey and sickeningly addicting — “you've worked so hard my love” you praise as lara's hands wrap around your waist making you sit atop of her

“can we?” lara asks shyly, knowing what she was implying you immediately nod happy to do anything to make her satisfied — you shed of your sleep shorts and underwear throwing it somewhere in the hotel room, you climb up at laras body laying your thighs over hers

you shudder feeling her warm skin on yours as she looks at you like your a masterpiece in a gallery — slowly you lower yourself onto lara's awaiting cunt — when the first few moments lingered lara sweet voice filled the room as you groan softly as she practically vibrated under you

slowly lara grinds on your cunt signalling you to start too — you held onto laras thighs moving at a restless speed, it was smooth and fast, feeling your clit bump into lara's had to be the best thing ever, her small moans when you grind just a bit harder was one of the best things you've heard ever — you bit your lip as you felt the knot in your stomach slowly tightening

“i love you so much” lara mewls as you felt her getting close again, “baby i love you more- fuck” you stammer as you let go convulsing on eachothers core — lara whines feeling your slick arousal coat hers

after you two stayed in the moment for a few minutes, you stood up and cleaned up, bringing water and a few snacks to the girl on the bed, “feel better?” you asked as you wiped lara's legs, “so much more better” lara whispers already getting sleepy, you hum in response laying next to her, lara immediately cling to you her head resting on your chest which you smile softly at — you brush her hair using your fingers humming a lullaby as you start to fall asleep as well

wc: 1.1k words

[lovebugn]

THE SUN AND THE SEA! apollo

pairing: apollo x daughter of poseidon! reader

“ you helped apollo during his trials, but now that he’s no longer lester and is a god once more, does he still love you? ”

a/n: eek thank u mootie for my first request :3

you awake with a low groan, sunlight streaming in through the window of cabin three and awaking its only inhabitant: you — with percy away at college, you’re lucky enough to have the place to yourself. sitting up and rubbing the lingering remnants of sleep from your eyes, you take a moment to breathe in the salty taste of the morning air before facing the day ahead.

ever since apollo has returned to his rightful place as an olympian god, you’ve seen a lot less of him. naturally, he’s been busy but you like to think he’d at least try and make some time for you after everything you’ve been through together. although, perhaps it’s just your fault for getting your hopes up.

leaving cabin three, fully dressed in typical demigod fashion (AKA wearing the bright orange camp half-blood shirt) you make your way over to the strawberry field. with the dining pavilion still in reconstruction, you decide to pick your own breakfast.

walking along one of the many dirt paths of neatly trimmed strawberry bushes, you kneel down in front of a particularly plentiful shrub and begin to take your pick. happily minding your business, humming a quiet tune under your breath as you will away the emptiness that seems to have made a home in your heart, a sudden presence beside you gives you pause.

“hello, my love. it’s been much too long since we saw each other last, hasn’t it?”

head snapping to the side so quick you almost give yourself whiplash, you’re surprised to see apollo standing there in all his golden glory.

he wears a simple t-shirt and jeans, with his — now much longer — blonde hair tied up into a low ponytail. you’re almost (definitely) jealous how flawlessly he can pull off even the plainest of outfits. how does he even have better hair than you?

suddenly feeling awkward, you clear your throat and stand from where you knelt on the dirt floor. “it’s only been a month.” you respond shortly, a solemn air about you.

sensing your bordering-on sad demeanor, apollo furrows his perfect eyebrows. “my dear? is something the matter?”

sighing, you look up at apollo through long eyelashes with teary eyes, your bottom lip wobbling as a lump builds in your throat. you hate getting emotional like this, especially over something so small — something just an irrelevant concern.

“do you… do you still love me?” you ask with a sniffle, choking back tears. “after all, you’re a god again. you deserve better than me. i’m just a mortal, you know that.”

apollo’s eyes widen at your self-deprecating words, sky blue orbs flashing dangerously bright. in that moment, his expression speaks of loss and heartbreak. he looks almost angry, although not at you. never at you. no, he looks angry with himself.

“[name], my love…” he whispers, your name a prayer on his tongue. stepping forward, he takes your hands in his, cradling them close to his chest. “i love you. you and you alone. i do not care for any other, not when i have you — you who has stolen my heart.”

you feel your eyes growing wetter at his words, but apollo isn’t done.

“do not doubt yourself, and especially do not doubt my love for you,” he continues, letting go of one of your hands only to wipe away your tears with his thumb. “i love you, [name].”

sniffling, you leap forward to embrace apollo in a tight hug. you wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close to you as if scared he might disappear if you let go.

“i love you too, apollo,” you whisper through your tears, feeling as though a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. “thank you.”

with that, apollo promises to love and be with you as long as you live, no matter what trials you might face next. he presses a kiss to the crown of your head and smiles into your hair, whispering sweet nothings as you spend the next few hours picking strawberries together beneath the gentle warmth of the sun.

[haruchuiyo]

A different kind of like

content: nsfw + requited love + making out + slight dry humping + mr hood has a invisible touchable face + size difference!!

posting this cause a mootie wanted me to 😛

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You are quite sure that these men are paranormal. No, you know they are. They’re entities you can’t quite understand. Or maybe they aren’t but they’re definitely paranormal. Especially the one in front of you.

Ever since you met Mr Hood as you came to this world, he’s been nothing but nice and patient with you. Not scolding you when you go the wrong path, not talking back when you feel irritated and he doesn’t say anything but obliges when you wish for something. This hooded creature quite literally feels like he is at your beck and call.

You were sitting atop the table and you were staring at Mr Hood. He decided to stand in front of the door and you felt like he was looking at the gap behind you in the corner. You have no idea why he seated you on the table, but he did. But you’re not complaining. This seat gives you a full direct view of looking at Mr Hood.

There’s no visible face to look at, which bums you out. You know he’d be equally good looking as he is faceless.

You swing your legs in the air and then you sit up straight, which gives you goosebumps because it feels like Mr Hood’s ‘eyes’ clearly landed on you for the first time he entered the room with you.

“Mr Hood.” You start off and he turns quiet, waiting for you to continue. “Come here.” You softly tell him and he doesn’t hesitate to do as you say. He walks towards you, his steps echoing inside the almost empty room.

When he closes in, it always surprises you just how enormous he is. He should be approximately over two meters and his lanky body makes him look taller than usual.

You reach your hands out to softly grab onto his cloak and you see how his head tilts down to look at your hands, before they look up at you and he tilts his own head.

“You okay? Pain?” At his question you shake your head.

You doubt he’d understand what you wanna do and how you feel towards him, he quite literally said he doesn’t like you when you asked if he did. He helped you all these times simply because he wanted to help. There were no ulterior motives. But it’s been a few weeks inside this world and he’s still as monotone as he was from the beginning.

“Desire touch you.” You’re still trying to grasp the proper pronunciation of their language but the way Mr Hood’s head sat up straight, clearly told you he understood what you said.

“Desire touch me?” He repeats and you subtly nod your head.

There was a pause before he spoke up once more, which gave you what felt like heart palpitations. “Where?”

“Face…?” You slowly ask, curious and nervous for his reaction. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds before you felt his hands on your wrist. He craned his head down a little and with his grasp on your hands, he lifted them up. Then he places your palms on his invisible face. And it’s clearly a face, you can feel it.

He’d say his skin is flawed but it’s only scarred, you can feel uneven skin on his face. Not that you mind it. You start off by softly brushing your thumb over his cheeks and he quite literally stills. You breathe out and your thumbs stroke his cheeks again and you hear Mr Hood’s breath hitch. His breath hitched, which never happened and you’ve never heard him do any kind of sound like that.

You continue by softly sliding your palms up and you feel eyes, he closed them as he felt your thumbs on his eyes and you gently brush over his eyelids before going up, he has thin eyebrows. He has eyebrows. That thought makes you smile and you see how Mr Hood steps in closer to you. You know he’s staring at your smile right now. You’ve always felt like he turns extra quieter when you smile, might it be because he’s staring at your lips? You hope so.

Your hands continue up, and you touch his forehead, softly massaging the spot between his eyebrows and Mr Hood hums. Contentedly. This makes happiness surge inside of you so fast. You’re starting to feel giddy. Then your thumbs reach down and you feel his nose. Oh. His nose is definitely pretty, you know it. You felt a slight bump on his nose bridge and that makes you smile even more and that makes Mr Hood step in even closer. He isn’t close enough for it to be inappropriately close, though you wish it to be.

As you slide further down, you feel something soft and chapped. You freeze slightly with surprise but Mr Hood closes the gap between you two. You need to spread your thighs a little more to accommodate his size. You feel his own thighs against your thighs, because he’s so big. He’s standing between your thighs and that makes the happiness inside you disappear and gets replaced with something you can't figure out. But it feels good.

“Soft.” You mutter, as you brush your thumb over his lips once more. You softly pull his lower lip down and you feel a pair of hands grab onto your waist through your white dress. You gasp lightly at his grip, it’s strong but not quite strong enough to hurt you.

“Enjoyable?” You ask and Mr Hood nods his head, you sigh in relief and feel like the greatest person ever to make such a stoic man react like this, even if it’s not the biggest show of reaction.

“Enjoyable.” He remarks.

And you continue further down.

You felt his neck, you heard him draw in a breath and you quickly let go of your hold on his neck, but he was quicker in placing your hands back there.

“Not hostile.” You nervously assure and Mr Hood shakes his head softly. “Understand.” He simply says which gives you the clarifications that he knows you won’t hurt him even if you’re touching his vital body part.

When your hands slide down further, you figure out that this man doesn’t wear much clothing underneath his cloak. You felt some thin clothing, or a shirt. That makes you question if he wears any pants. Which makes you wonder why he should wear clothes in the first place, when his body isn’t visible at all. But then wouldn’t it be weird to walk around naked under a cloak?

Your hands slipped beneath his cloak and touched his collarbone, close to his chest and Mr Hood’s hands were quick to hold onto your neck. That sent your heart racing, it’s beating so fast. There’s no idea what he could do, but hopefully he won’t hurt you.

“Feel different.” His voice was laced with uncertainty to them with a dash of breathless tone to it. He feels different. Different for him might be something he’s not used to.

“Feel good?” You ask and he slightly squeezes your neck, which had you slightly squeezing your eyes shut. His small squeeze kind of hurt but not too much.

“Enjoyable. Different.” Oh.

He feels good. Your touch makes him feel good, that’s why he said it feels different. It’s enjoyable to him. That sent a rush of giddiness through your body, at the same time you had wrapped your legs around his waist and Mr Hood’s hands trails up to cup your face. Your breath hitches when you feel his thumbs touch your lips.

“Not hostile. Dangerous.” He had softly mumbled and you felt him lean in, no you saw and you felt a warm breath close to your mouth which had you softly panting and subtly parting your lips. This man makes you react so easily in every way possible, and you don’t know if he knows the effect he has on you.

Mr Hood does know. The day you told him you like him, he didn’t understand. He decided to leave and when he was alone, he pondered on for days. There’s one kind of ‘like’ for him. It’s friendly. He likes Mr Crawling because you said he’s friendly. He likes Mr Wheelchair cause all he does is sit and he doesn’t bother anybody. He likes. He knows what like is. But why does your ‘like’ feel so different? Moments he had with you after that day, he felt weird and different around you. When you talk, he can’t help but listen and drowns out any sound around except for danger. When you smile, he doesn’t understand why he stares so intensely. Has he not recovered? Is he in pain? And he feels this quite nice feeling when you talk to him. Is that what he sees on Mr Chopped when you carry him when he told you to do so? Happy? Is he happy around you?

“Dangerous?” You softly inquired and Mr Hood decided to give in to his urges and questions about why he feels the way he does towards you.

When he latched his mouth on yours, you gasped. He didn’t do anything else but place his lips on yours. It was all instinct, he’s never put his mouth on anybody, but seeing your lips part like that, made something inside him grow. When you softly moved your lips, his breath hitched once more and he decided to move his lips against yours too. Oh. This feels enjoyable. He likes it. Your lips are soft, dry though but he doesn’t mind. And when he softly nips on your lower lip, it emitted a sound from your mouth that made his ears perk and he decided he likes that sound. That sound was enjoyable. So he decided to nip on your lower lip again and there was the sound again.

It’s cute, he thinks when he pulls away and sees a cute expression on your face. Your eyes are slightly widened and your usually dry lips are now wet. Moist even.

“Enjoyable?”

You need him to do that again. You raise your body higher by the help of your grip on his waist and wrap your arms around his neck.

Is that what they call a kiss in the other world? And your first kiss is with a man who doesn’t have a visible body but you like it. And he clearly likes it too by how he’s subconsciously moving his hips against yours, his soft restrained grunts against your mouth before he latches on your lips again, his grip on your face tightening.

Tightening to the point it started to hurt, he could crush your skull if he could. Doesn’t matter if your body can heal by itself, it hurts. You grow terrified, you’ve never felt like this before around him.

“No. No!” You harshly pulled away his hands from your face, which in turn made you land with a thud on the table you’re sitting on because you unhooked your thighs from his waist. Mr Hood took a step back, you hear his heavy breathing and you see his chest heave up and down harshly.

“Pain?” His voice sounded worried, you felt your vision start to look blurry and you felt something wet fall down your face. This took a bad turn. Mr Hood hurriedly stepped towards you once more and held your face but quickly pulled away.

“Desire you no pain. That true.” Why is this stoic monotone man frantic? Why is his voice so worried? Does he really care about you? Was he kissing you because he wanted to? Or did he give in to his internal desires and did what only made him feel good, not because he wanted to kiss you?

“Me desire want to help you.” He softly spoke and you sniffled, the tears still falling. You had never felt this scared so fast. You know he would never hurt you. You have no idea why you’re questioning his actions when you clearly know this man didn’t only give in to his desires, but he did it because he wanted to. If he didn’t, he’d simply tell you and leave.

“Help how?” You ask and you feel his hands reach up once more, they’re slightly shaking and you regret pushing him away so harshly. All this man has done is helped you. He’s dropped you once when you were of a small stature, unintentionally. This time was unintentionally too but you didn’t react this way when he dropped you. Of course it leaves quite an impact on him.

“It's okay, you can touch me.” You reassure him and he places his hands on your face once more, gentler than he was before. And it quite literally made tears fall down even more. How is such a being like him so gentle with you? You’ve killed, you’ve been insufferable and you know you’re not the nicest person but why?

“You… face wet.” He starts off. “Dislike. Much.” He doesn’t like your tears. “Dislike, dislike.” He repeats frustratedly. He is clearly saying he doesn’t like to see you cry.

“I was scared first.” You tell him. And he turns quiet. “Me not hostile.” His words made you let out a slight chuckle and you nod your head. “I know. But now, I feel safe.” You finish and Mr Hood tilts his head as he softly touches your tears and wipes them away.

“Safe?” He asks. And you nod your head. “Always. Only been scared around you two times.” And you know he understood that and you wished so badly his face was visible because he’s clearly smiling right now.

“Happy?” You ask instead and he nods his head, which he learned from you. “Happy.” He says and leans in to your face. And you feel his mouth on your cheeks and he softly sucks your tears before he starts licking and he pulls away so quick, it startled you.

“Consume that?” He asks and you giggle, you shake your head saying a giggly no and yes and he continues to lick your face. He mutters something, if you understood right, he is basically saying your tears taste weird. Which had you giggle even more. So Mr Hood decided to lick your lips instead. This time he was careful to not hold you too tight as to crush your body. Seeing your eyes produce those wet things, the tears dropping down your face, if he had a heart, he thinks he’d die from something being wrong with his heart. He dislikes your tears and crying.

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id kiss his chapped lips all day

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[seumyo]

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hi ado! Mootie here!! I loved how u wrote it! I come with another request. Could i have an azul with a fem/ fem leaning gn reader with body image issues as well? But instead of being insecure about cubbiness, she’s insecure about how skinny she is? I myself am basically a stick figure and have nearly no meat on my bones, and am under 100 pounds while all my peers are over 100. I’ve been teased about this, and was wondering if you could write a reader with this? Like no matter how much she eats, she never gains any weight and is super insecure about it?

sorry if this seems too self indulgent, its just i’ve seen lots of chubby! Readers, but not a lot of extremely skinny/ near stick figure readers. If you wish to ignore, you can, but i just want to see how they would deal with their self images together.

(I’m really proud of you. Your feelings are real, valid, and you deserve stories that make you feel seen. Always.)

Azul x Fem/Fem-leaning GN!Reader (TW: body image insecurity, teasing mentioned)

Azul was fussing with his collar in the mirror, eyes flicking over every inch of his appearance with that same overly critical gaze he always seemed to reserve for himself. The lounge had closed for the night, and you were sitting quietly on the edge of his bed, knees pulled to your chest, hoodie sleeves swallowed by your hands.

He turned to look at you. “You’ve been quiet tonight.”

You didn’t respond immediately. Your head rested against your knees, face half-hidden. You hoped the shadows in the dim light might shield you from his concerned expression.

“Sorry. I’m just… thinking,” you mumbled.

Azul sat beside you, close but not touching, giving you space. “About?”

There was a pause. You almost didn’t answer. But something about Azul—the way he always let silence sit gently between words instead of forcing them out—made it feel okay to speak.

“…My body,” you admitted. “I feel like people only talk about body issues if it’s about being ‘too big.’ But what about the other side? What if you’re too thin?”

Azul blinked, surprised by your words. He opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again—careful with his thoughts.

You went on before he could interrupt. “No matter how much I eat, I don’t gain anything. People make these jokes—say stuff like I’ll ‘fly away in the wind’ or ask if I even eat. I do. I eat plenty. But it’s like my body just… doesn’t change.”

You glanced down at your arms. Thin. Delicate. “I look in the mirror and I see a skeleton. And next to everyone else, I feel so—so wrong.”

Azul’s gaze softened. He reached over slowly, placing a hand gently over yours.

“…I know that feeling,” he said quietly.

You looked up. “You do?”

He gave a bitter chuckle. “All too well. I used to avoid mirrors entirely. I hated how I looked in my merform. Hated how people saw me. I felt like I had to earn my value by changing myself. But no matter what I did… I couldn’t shake that emptiness.”

He shifted a bit closer now, warm and careful. “Your struggles are real. Just because they don’t fit what others expect doesn't make them less valid.”

You felt tears prick your eyes. “It’s hard not to compare myself to others.”

“It is,” he said, “especially when the world seems so determined to make us feel like we’re never enough.”

There was silence again—but this time, it was soft. Safe.

Then he smiled, tentatively. “But to me… you’re not too little. You’re not lacking. You’re you. And I’m grateful for every part of you—your wit, your kindness, your heart, and yes, your body too.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

“You don’t have to change a thing to be beautiful,” he added gently. “You already are.”

You finally let yourself lean into him, his arms curling around your frame without hesitation or worry.

“I’m trying to love myself,” you whispered.

He pressed his forehead to yours. “Then let’s do it together.”

[tarotwithsava]

PICK AN IMAGE READING! Who is the person that will play a major role in your life soon?

Image 1:

So for you, fellas who picked this image of underwater rocks and pebbles... The person that will play a big role in your life soon is a woman. This woman is a very emotional person, but still always shows off only her positive emotions. Her joy radiates the deepest pits of negativity that one can have... She isn't easily offended, she proudly shows off her artistic, creative side and values aesthetics and beauty of art. This woman is also quite extroverted, or at least likes having company, especially if the companion wishes to have meaningful conversations.

Possible characteristics: very spiritual or religious, and quite wealthy. Earth zodiac sign, light skinned , pale, green, or blue eyes.

Image 2:

For you, the ones who picked this image of blue sea and rocky shore... There is no particular gender of this person, although they are more likely to be male, or just masculine presenting. This is a young person who at first glance seems carefree and joyous. But inside, they are struggling mentally, as they are in a period of life where a lot of changes are happening. This individual is hard to open up, and won't share a lot about themselves at first, as they have trust issues. This is someone from your close surroundings, but you probably haven't been really close to them. You should be patient with this person, because they are on the verge of cracking when you meet them. As they will help you find both your and their path, as they progress and move from the period of hardships.

Possible characteristics: works in economy, trade and marketing related jobs. Air sign, or has Jupiter signs prominent in their chart, dominant, easily stressed. Blonde , red or ginger hair.

If you enjoyed this post, please like or reblog as I am new and would like to get some mooties and ofc, feedback. :)

[r0manceplanet]

HIHI!! it's me again!! if you have time, could you possibly do a match up for me?

fandom: Forsaken

Pronouns: She/They

Sexuality: Polysexual (not Polyamorus. Masc and Andro pref) and Demisexual

Likes: I enjoy very simple things! drawing, reading, sewing, playing videogames, coding, and the occasional cooking! one of my favorite things though that tops all of that is making others happy. no matter if it's sending them content of their favorite character or helping them with a task. when I see another person's smile, my life feels complete!

Dislikes: I'm deathly afraid of heights! I also don't like being overstimulated or feeling sad. I know they are normal emotions, but I want to stay positive!

Love Language: Physical Affection and Gift Giving. 100%!! hugs, cuddling, or even just comfortably holding hands would make my heart burst! I also love learning about others, that way it makes it easier to purchase or make gifts for special occasions! sometimes I do Acts of Service which mainly I will cook a simple dish for the other person! (egg fried rice and pizza... yum....)

I think that's it!! I hope you're having a good day and don't forget to take a break! (I'M PRAYING I DON'T GET TWO TIME BECAUSE THEY MAKE ME SO MAD)

FORSAKEN MATCHUP #4

Hi mootie! Thank you for your request :-) I hope you enjoy who you’ve been matched with! And don’t worry, I didn’t match you with two time, I wouldn’t match people with characters they’re uncomfortable with ^^ And I was debating so hard between two characters for you and I think I got the right one! Here ya go!

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Press “Keep Reading” to see who you’ve been matched with!

• I have so many reasons why I think he’s such a perfect match for you, and I think the main reason why I even chose him for you was because of how helpful you are of people, and how you are positive no matter what situation your in, he admires that so much.

• You would’ve met him in the game, where the specter took you both and alongside other people (one of them being his… foes… 007n7..). With you being in there you made sure everyone saw the positive side of things, and made sure to comfort people too, especially with you comforting Elliot who was most likely scared as hell when he was brought to the games, and once you comforted him he felt relieved, and he got addicted to that feeling.

• He became your teammate, and whenever you got hurt, including if it was because of you protecting him from the killer, he made sure to give you pizza to heal up, and mostly handing ten rest of the pizzas to you until you were ok. He does not like seeing you hurt, especially when it was someone else harming you, and he makes sure to patch you up after the rounds, even if you protest about it.

• You help him so much with everything, and he couldn’t be more grateful because of it, and you do a lot too, so whenever you cook for the rest of the people Elliot is there to help you cook alongside you, even if you said he didn’t have to, but he insisted of course :-) you make him feel safe in the darkest times, so he does the same thing back for you.

• Whenever he cuddles you, or even holds you closer he loves seeing you get all flustered, which makes him make a mental note to himself to keep doing that to you. He also loves being close to you so make sure to have any physical contact with him as much as possible!

• Whenever you give him gifts, especially when you did it when you guys went on your first date you swear you saw him go through the roof because of how happy he was, and at the second date he gets you so many gifts back in exchange, he was able to learn a lot about you, even before dating you, he loves seeing that smile on your face!

• If you ever get overstimulated or sad, he will be there for you, and will try to help you as much as possible, and his strategy would be to try and distract you with other things for a while so you don’t have to worry, which he thinks may work with you, you won’t have to be afraid of anything when he’s around you, he’ll make you feel like you can surpass your fears, including in heights.

• You guys are such a loving couple, and you are one of the few people to make him happy, he’s someone who will throw away whatever it was that he was doing just to do whatever you wanna do, he’s very loyal for you.

Round-Ups: Shedletsky

[birdyisthewordyy]

Heh,,,transmasc guy and jimmy like falling in love,,,and jimmy denying the gay allegations,,,(he can’t even tell he’s trans)),,,

a/n: THIS IS SUCH A NEAT IDEA thank u for submitting it MOOTIE…twirls my hair and tickles you

Jimmy x transmasc! Reader

At first he thinks he’s just jealous

Which he is

He thinks you’re chill and easygoing and wishes he could have the same attitude you do

But that jealousy soon morphs into admiration

And that admiration soon morphs into something Jimmy hasn’t felt in a WHILE

he feels content around you

But jittery at the same time

Wants to secretly impress you

His brain won’t stop scolding him

“What are you, gay?”

He’s not beating the allegations I fear

Especially not when you smile at him like that

And he has to bite the inside of his cheek

To keep from screaming

He LIKE likes you

He’s in denial though

He convinces himself he’s just close friends with you and nothing else

Yeah

Just two dudes

Despite how much he wants to shake you

He wants to curse you out

He wants to slap you

He wants to kiss you until you both can’t breathe

But he won’t

Or will he??

Its especially difficult when the two of you are alone

And you’re sitting next to him

And god damn your body looks nice

And your hand slowly inches over to rest on top of his

Do you feel that way about him too?

He jerks his hand away and stands up

“Don’t do that.”

He wishes you would’ve done more

[ikeukiss]

𝑫𝑶𝑬𝑺 𝑰𝑻 𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑳 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝑴𝑬 ꨄ a lee heeseung smau series

ᝰ GENRE: social media au, comedy, fluff, slight angst, suggestive/smut in some areas

ᝰ TAGS: friends to lovers, (semi)unrequited love, crushes turn heeseung into mush apparently, miscommunication, plots and schemes in the name of love.

ᝰ INCLUDING: JAKE and JAY of enhypen : CHOI BEOMGYU, CHOI YEONJUN, and CHOI SOOBIN of txt : ERIC SOHN of the boyz : AHN YUJIN and JANG WONYOUNG of ive : CHOU TZUYU of twice.

ᝰ SYNOPSIS: For years, you and your friends have been inseparable, especially you and Heeseung. While you share a close relationship, it catches him off guard when he begins to have suggestive dreams about you. Before he can even begin to question his feelings, he learns that you're getting ready for a date with someone outside your friend group. Will he muster the courage to confess his feelings, or will he let this chance slip away forever?

ᝰ STATUS: ongoing (started on dec 23, 2024)

ᝰ WARNINGS: some parts will be written with the smau and others will not, also going to include smut at some point so do not interract if you are under 18 pls and thank you!

ᝰ TAGLIST: join here! (will be updated by chapter release!)

ꔛ AUTHOR'S NOTE: super inspired by the formatting of @aenify and @jjunieworld and also could not have posted this without the support from all of my mooties mostly @heesuncore @hursheys and @lovetaroandtaemin ily guys sm

ᝰ PROFILES

the couple | the crew

ᝰ CHAPTERS

01. the feeling : 02. ain't my fault : 03. heat waves : 04. lil freak 05. wicked game : 06. nice to meet ya : 07. meet me at the apt : 08. that should be me : 09. it's ok i'm ok : 10. secret secret : 11. traitor 12. kiss cam : 13. out of my league : 14. where are you now? : 15. san francisco : 16. ruin my life : 17: loml : 18. tv shows : 19. beautiful things : 20. your eyes only

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 ౨ৎ˚₊ — @kstrucknet @k-films @kvanity-main @moadiarynet @sweetvenomnet @lapydiaries @onedoornet @sayxonet @violetanet @svthub @whipped-kpop-creators

[winterchimez]

Tornado Warnings | Eric Sohn

SUMMARY: you have sworn that you would never get involved with the campus fuckboy, Eric Sohn. however, you have decided one day that enough was enough, and you would sacrifice yourself and ignore all of the tornado warnings that were clearly tearing you apart.

PAIRING: fuckboy!Eric x f!reader

GENRE: angst, suggestive, slight fluff

WARNINGS: nc-17, frat parties 😃, alcohol consumption, the sexual tension here is strong yall oops, fuckboy Eric...need i say more than that 😁, he is flirty af, he is umm shirtless at one scene 😀, cheating & playing with one's feelings (don't do that irl folks), petnames (babe, princess), name-calling (again, its horrible don't do that), reader walks in on Eric making out with someone at one point 👀, kissing, making out, teasing, arguments, slight manipulation, reader ignores her own feelings/well-being for months but eventually faces them

WORD COUNT: 3,604

A/N: back with another release for the emails i can't send fwd: series and this is written for @mosviqu ✨ happiest birthday bar, i tried my best and i really hope you liked this!! 💓 thankiew my dearest 妹妹 @sungbeam for giving me ideas & helping me beta (along with @drunkdrazed emma & sana) i love yall always 🥹💗 also tagging other eric mooties for this 👀 @itsbeeble @kimsohn

This will be the last time I’ll ever do this again.

You have been repeating that to yourself over the past several months, constantly reminding yourself that you will never get into a messed-up relationship again. At least, that’s what you thought about before you were brought back to reality, where you’re standing on the front porch of a party location for the night.

Why exactly was that? Frankly, you had no idea yourself.

But there was only one way to find out: to enter the frat party that catered to the seniors for the night. You pretty much knew most of the people here since they were students who belonged to your batch.

Instead of carrying out your usual routine, go to find your deskmate in psych, who was the one who often dragged you out from your bubble to parties like this, and have a couple of drinks before passing out on one of the couches towards the end of the room; you decided to do the complete opposite tonight.

You walked straight towards the outdoor pool area, where most students were holding their glasses of cocktails and dancing around the pool. Some were enjoying their time playing in the waters. You had one goal in mind: to walk straight towards the other end and to find him.

Sure enough, he was there lying on one of the sunloungers with his favourite whiskey in hand while a few girls were hovering around him, touching his bare chest. You couldn’t care less about that since you already knew this was his norm.

But now it was your time with him, and you boldly made your way towards him, standing right before him before he ushered the other girls away. He allowed you to crawl up to him before settling down on his lap, and he rested his free hand on your waist.

“Hey babe, I have been waiting for you since forever,” he grinned before leaning towards you while resting his fingers on your chin.

Instead of giving him a reply, you stared deeply into his eyes before wrapping your arms around his neck, making the male rest his thumb on your lips to part them. “Look at you, already missing my touch so bad. We’ve only just bumped into each other this morning on campus.”

Once again, not a single word left your mouth, but eventually, you decided to lean in to close the gap between you both before sealing your lips with his. The kiss was messy, and you were slowly savouring the leftover alcohol that was on his lips, slowly getting drunk by the way his lips moved against yours as if he knew exactly which spot to get to.

You have lost count of how many times you have made out, and Eric Sohn knew you from A to Z, especially when it comes to playing around with your feelings and emotions.

He was the campus fuckboy, after all.

Flashback

“Y/N! You won’t believe what just happened.” Your roommate Naomi came rushing through your front door, not even bothering to close it before she frantically entered your bedroom.

“Woah, what’s up? And why exactly is your face flushed red?” You asked.

“What else would it be? Obviously, it’s about the guy we all hate to the depths of the earth’s core!” She yelled, placing both hands on either side of her hips before she began rhythmically tapping her feet.

As soon as you heard the word “guy,” you knew exactly who she was referring to—someone you had sworn to never get caught up with again.

Eric Sohn.

“Let me guess, he had a one-night stand with one of our acquaintances,” you announced with crossed arms.

“Not just an acquaintance, Y/N. It’s Stella-”

Upon hearing that name, you immediately stood up from your chair, dropped some of your lecture notes, and made a mess on your tidied-up bedroom floor. Anger began rising rapidly within you, and you had to try your best to contain yourself and not make a scene before your neighbour started complaining about your specific unit for the nth time this month.

“Not Stella,” you fumed.

“Oh yes he did, Y/N. And things are not looking good right now.”

“Please God, tell me she’s alright,” you pleaded with Naomi, shaking her shoulders. But it seemed your roommate wouldn’t spill the tea that easily.

“It’s best if you check it out yourself,” your roommate silently mumbled before you dashed out the door and grabbed your coat frantically to go see whatever mess he had done this time.

And you hoped that it wasn’t as bad as the previous one.

You were now supporting Stella upright as she tried to position herself directly in front of the sink and calm herself down after having too many drinks than her usual intake. You absolutely hated how your friend—well, former friend—got Stella as messed up as he did to the other girls.

You and Eric went all the way back to kindergarten, where you had always known that there was this little boy who would often cry every single day all because he knew that he wasn’t going to see his parents for a couple of hours, and would try all sorts of methods to convince that he wasn’t fit to enter the school’s compound.

Naturally, everyone knew and labelled him as the “crybaby” and just didn’t really know how to interact with him much.

In the beginning, you reacted the same way with the other kids, thinking that he would eventually grow out of it and decide to mind your own business. However, it came a day when the kids were paired up for a little mini-activity, and that was when you got the infamous boy himself.

Contradicting what the others said about him, he was a jovial and happy-go-lucky kid. In fact, he was the one who helped bring you out of your bubble and made it easier for you to go around meeting new friends. He would often link his arms with you as you walked down the school halls daily, which made the other kids label you two as a couple.

Frankly, you didn’t mind all that because you enjoyed his company. In reality, you often looked forward to being paired up with him again for another activity or sport. After that experience, he would often make his way towards your desk, eat his bento boxes with you during meals, and show off the pretty animal-themed meals his mother had made especially for him.

You often giggled at how he would talk about himself all the time, and it was just mesmerising to see the joy and look on his face whenever he spoke of himself. Adding on to that, he was definitely taught well at home with the way he would go all-out to make friends with others during school hours and help them out in any circumstances possible. He was no longer the “crybaby” that everyone once labelled him as.

Things were going well until one day, his family decided to leave for the States. To say that you were sad about your friend leaving would’ve been an understatement—you were devastated. Not only was he the very first friend you made in kindergarten, but you also felt as if he was your soulmate since he knew everything about you and had never once done nor said the wrong thing that made you upset.

During that time, Eric couldn’t say much either since you were both still young, so he had no choice but to leave with his family. On the very last day when he was in Seoul though, he made sure to give you the tightest hug and place multiple pecks all over your face, promising you that fate would reunite you both someday.

That day eventually came, but you never would have expected to reunite with him the way you did after all these years.

You were both 22, casually entering your second year of university before you encountered the man himself. You were shocked, to say the least, when he first stepped into the lecture hall—his hair was fully blonde, he had several tattoos all over his body, and every girl swooned over him.

He was now a hot mess.

The Eric Sohn you once knew was far gone because the one here was nowhere near the little boy you admired back in kindergarten. Word often spread quickly in college, so you frequently heard about his little date nights with multiple women and his so-called “flavor of the month.”

He was one of the wealthier students on campus, hosting house parties almost once every month. These parties attracted quite the crowd, causing a more ever-present distinction between them and students like you and your roommates—the goody-two-shoes who prioritised studies more than drinking and making out with different people in one night.

That was until he got involved in your affairs.

It all started with him dating one of the girls within your circle, and it ended horribly, to the point that the student herself decided to cut all ties with everyone and isolate herself either in the library or in the comforts of her apartment all the time.

It took you a while to figure out what happened before you could get the girl to talk it out. He was toying with her throughout the relationship, and there were no fixed boundaries or respect while they were together. He seemed unable to settle down with just one girl, and cheating was prominent throughout the entire relationship.

Unfortunately, he didn’t stop there. Multiple exes followed after that, and you’ve seen the heartbreaks he had caused throughout campus. You couldn’t believe it, or rather, you didn’t want to think this was the same soulmate you once had way back in your childhood.

It just didn’t add up.

That was until it happened to Stella.

You couldn’t believe your ears when you found out that your best friend had decided to date with your former friend. As much as you wanted to pull her out of the mess, she knew what she was getting into; who were you to judge or have a say in someone’s decision and relationship?

However, now that you’d witnessed your friend’s downfall in person, you could no longer sit back and watch your former friend continue on his sick, twisted games. So you stomped right out of the bar and walked all the way to Eric’s apartment. Thanks to Stella, you also knew his pin number to unlock the front door, and you wasted no time and quickly barged into the compound.

Sure enough, you found him making out with another girl on his couch, and both of them were definitely surprised to see a random girl going into his apartment without prior notice. The girl under your former fried began grilling him some questions, but all Eric did was stare back at you, eyeing you from head to toe.

In the end, he kindly dismissed the girl for the night before closing the front door and walking straight towards you, now standing a few centimetres away from you.

“It’s been a while, Y/N. To what do I owe the pleasure? Have you been alright?”

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Sohn. You know exactly why I’m here,” you spat, trying to contain the anger and fumes that were slowly rising.

Instead, your reaction intrigued the man, and he returned the favour by smiling at you, one that you knew wasn’t going to end well.

“What does Stella got to do with you, hmm? Unless you’re jealous-”

“Jealous? Don’t make me laugh; I’m here to put you right in your place, mister.” You stomped right towards him and shoved him against the wall, cornering him with both your hands beside his head. “I don’t know what the hell happened when you were in the States, but I surely did not anticipate such behaviour from you after all these years.”

Eric quietly stared at you for a few moments before he lifted his thumb and rested it on your lips, which made you twitch at the contact. “You know, Y/N. There’s this joy in seeing how so many people around you want you. It’s fun and quite thrilling if you ask me.” He was now smacking his lips, and you knew he would make advances if you didn’t stop him there.

Hence, you smacked his hands away before grabbing onto his collar. “Your time playing with innocent girls is up, Sohn. Leave them the hell alone,” you snarled.

“Hmm, what makes you think I’d listen to you?”

You were now put in a bind spot. There was no denying those words that Eric had just spat right into your face. You had no control over him, and hell, even if you were part of the student council, you couldn’t do anything since he wasn’t posing as a threat to the other students.

Another factor was that he was well-loved by the students, particularly female students on campus since he was the guy that everyone wished they could elope with after all. It must be a joke for the fuckboy to listen to your proposal, thinking that you’ll ever have hopes of changing the guy.

But something in you snapped, and you couldn’t care less about the methods you would try to pull off.

Even if that meant sacrificing yourself.

“If I were to date you and meet your needs, you leave the other girls alone.”

That came as a shock to Eric; never in a million years would he have thought you would suggest something like this. You have always been a goody-two-shoes from kindergarten until university. He was well aware of your group of friends: the library was where you would visit most frequently, and you would be back in the dormitories by ten at night.

It took him a while to respond properly, and you weren’t just going to stand there and wait all night, so you did the impossible and pulled him down towards you.

You locked your lips with his.

It all happened so fast, and the anger and frustration prevented you from rationalising your thoughts and making you do what you had done. If you would’ve told yourself that you would lose your first kiss to your former friend turned campus fuckboy, you would’ve immediately jumped off the nearest cliff off campus.

As soon as you pulled away, a smirk appeared on his face, and he quickly turned the tables so that you were now pinned against the wall, his hands travelling down to your waist before licking his lips once again.

“Whatever you say, princess.”

This whole situationship went on for months, and you were slowly losing your sanity each day. Eventually, you slowly began to give into his urges, playing along with his little games if that meant keeping your friends safe.

Nobody understood why you did it, especially your roommates and circle of friends. Naomi would constantly remind you about all of the horrible things that he did, and you would one hundred percent regret getting involved in his affairs. But if that meant keeping your friends safe and unharmed, you would do it ten times over.

Hence, there is a change in your daily routine: meet up with Eric every day after lectures and accompany him either to the local bars or the comforts of his apartment, and stay the night there whenever it gets too late for you to return to your own. You really didn’t mind it at all since you had a roof over your head and you were safe in his arms.

At least that was what you convinced yourself it would be.

His fuckboy demeanour didn’t stop there, and he would often be seen hanging out and flirting with the other girls. But there was a drastic difference this time: he knew exactly when to draw the line and chose not to advance further than that.

As much as your circle of friends would constantly remind you about all the terrible things Eric had done, you convinced yourself that if he doesn’t see them, then they probably didn’t exist after all.

But one question still remains: Are you really okay with everything unfolding in front of your eyes?

Was lying to yourself about your actual feelings worth it for the sake of your friends? And was going into this despite ignoring all the tornado warnings worth it in the long run?

End of flashback

“Hey babe, is everything alright?”

You were brought back to reality with Eric rubbing off a little teardrop that flowed down to your cheeks, not realising that you had been consumed with your thoughts so much that you actually cried in front of him.

You were at a loss for words and couldn’t pinpoint why that was either. All you did was gently touch the area he had just wiped off before you felt your eyes begin to water again.

This time, Eric genuinely seemed concerned and cupped your face gently with his hands for the very first time since you both started this entire messed-up situationship months ago.

“I don’t know…I don’t even know why I’m here tonight, Eric,” you began sobbing but tried to hide your tears by choking back them. Why am I like this? Why do I keep doing this with you, knowing my feelings are not validated or ignored? Why did it have to be you?”

You couldn’t care less if people around you began giving you the side-eye, seeing that a girl was sitting on top of Eric in the midst of the frat party sobbing uncontrollably. You have held it in for far too long, ignoring all the warnings your friends have constantly tried to ingrain in your mind.

You got yourself into this situation; you should’ve known that you were getting yourself into trouble when you proposed that idea to him. You should’ve known that you were going to get your heart broken-

Before you could continue with those thoughts, you felt a little peck on your forehead, only to open your eyes to see that Eric had left a little mark right there, closing his eyes to cherish that short moment before pulling away.

“Did that help?” He asked, once again rubbing your red puffy cheeks with his thumbs.

“Eric…why would you…” you sniffed.

“I realised something, Y/N. While I was with you for the past several months.”

“W-What exactly was that?”

“I’m well aware of the things people call me. I know all about the red flags people say about me; frankly, I’ve done some screwed-up shit and brought myself into this messy situation. I know you decided to date me for the sake of your friends, and it’s very brave of you to do that, despite knowing the hurt and harm that would prevail when getting together with me. But that’s not my point-”

He cuts himself off by positioning himself upright on the sunlounger he was lying on, now holding both sides of your shoulders before taking a deep breath to proceed with what he was about to say to you.

“Y/N. You’ve shown me how friends would stand up for each other in a situation like this and how all of these games that I’ve been playing for so long aren’t going to last forever. Emotions are something that shouldn’t be taken lightly, and you shedding actual tears in front of me proved more than enough for me to make my final judgement,” he huffed, knowing that it wasn’t easy for him to get those words off his chest.

Eric began mumbling a few words before he finally decided he was ready to say them out loud to you. “Y/N, will you teach me how to love?”

Your eyes widened upon those words coming out from him; it felt as if you were looking right at the same boy back in kindergarten, your soulmate and childhood best friend. The sudden wave of nostalgia came rushing over you, and you tried your best to hold those tears back as you needed to properly hear him say the words you wanted to hear for the longest time.

“What are you saying, Eric?”

“it is exactly that, Y/N. I’m…trying my best to muster up the courage to say that out loud to you right now. I know you’d probably laugh at my face,” he chuckled. “A guy like me asking the girl who he's been taking advantage of to teach him actual love? Yeah, I’m insane for all of that, I know-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you sealed his lips with a kiss, pushing him back down the lounger, savouring the taste of his lips. Eric returned the favour and deepened the kiss by wrapping his arms around you, his fingers running through your long, wavy hair while he was at it before pulling it apart for some air after a good minute.

“W-What was that for?” He stammered.

With that, you finally gave him a genuine smile for the first time since reuniting with him here on campus. “Welcome back, Eric Sohn.”

In the end, you both burst into laughter, enjoying that little moment together before resting your forehead against his. “So, I’m taking this as a yes? That you accept my proposal?”

You chuckled before ruffling his hair with your hands.

“Maybe if you take me out on a skateboard date the next time, I’ll consider it done, Mr. Tornado Warnings.”

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[valeisaslut]

hi everyone! i just wanted to take a second to address something important.

i’m still relatively new to the tumblr community and learning as i go. recently, some very kind anons let me know that one of my mooties is a minor. once i found out, i immediately blocked them after sending a message thanking them for their support.

i just want to say that i’m genuinely sorry if my initial lack of awareness made anyone uncomfortable. it was never my intention to be reckless or cross any boundaries — but i understand that this space, and especially the safety of younger users, requires me to be more mindful and careful.

i want to make it very clear that this blog is +18 / minors DNI. i should’ve been a lot more careful from the start, and going forward, i’ll absolutely be checking profiles more closely and making sure i maintain that boundary properly. i want this space to stay safe, respectful, and appropriate for everyone here.

thank you for your understanding — and thank you again to the people who reached out so respectfully.

i appreciate you guys so much for helping me grow and create a better space💕

love u always.

— val <3

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

HI ADI I HAVE BABY REGRESSOR LOTTIE REQUESTS!!!!! she is literally so so precious and dear to me. my favorite cg for her is nat but im also fond of cgs taivan….would you be willing to write something with one of those where she has trouble getting to sleep? and/or is fussy/upset? thank u soooo so much dude i cant wait to see what you do i love your writing so bad. xoxoxo @fawnyflower

Little!Lottie x Cg!Nat - Sleep

Eeeek !! thank you for the request mootie <3 please keep the baby lottie requests coming because I maybe will lose my mind if I can’t keep writing her

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“Come on, Lot, it’s time to close your eyes,” Nat cooed, gently bouncing the little girl who’s oversized limbs were curled up tightly on her lap. Lottie whined, pressing her face into Nat’s shoulder, it was clear that the little was growing more frustrated at every moment she stayed awake. “I know,” Nat sighed, frustration growing in her own chest. She’d known it was going to be a hard night for Lottie. The girl hadn’t regressed in weeks but today she’d stumbled up to Nat - eyes wide and teary, lip wobbling tragically - she’d wordlessly grabbed onto the sleeve of Nat’s cropped grey hoodie as she returned from hunting. That had been all it had taken for Nat to know what was happening, she’d learnt to read Lottie like a book long before they’d ever gotten on the stupid plane to nationals. A lot of things were different out here, Nat and Lottie included, but not this - not Nat’s little girl. “You’ve just gotta close your eyes baby, you won’t fall asleep with them open,” it was a little hard to reason with Lottie when she was this young, and the fear of her own nightmares outweighed her exhaustion. Nat didn’t know what Lottie saw when she slept, Lottie never had words after, but it was clear it wasn’t very good. Nat tried hushing and cooing, rocking and bouncing, but nothing would settle Lottie.

Tears brimmed in Lottie’ wide brown eyes, panic setting into her features with a fear of being unable to sleep. Nat gently rubbed the soft pink fabric of Lottie’s baby blanket against her cheek to remind her of the comfort available to her. Nat was so endlessly thankful Lottie had decided to bring the blanket on the trip with her - they’d had many conversations about Lottie's fear of the other girls seeing it but ultimately Lottie had agreed she didn’t want to go away without it. Ultimately, Nat felt that the comfort item was just as much of a caregiver for the little as she was. It worked, Lottie taking the blanket into her own uncoordinated hand and rubbing it back and forth against her cheek until her tears began to dry up. With her free hand, Lottie made the gesture for ‘tired’ that they’d worked out together as she was rarely verbal when regressed. Nat nodded in understanding, pressing her forehead to Lottie’s. “I know, I know, baby. You’ll be asleep soon,” Nat promised. She looked out at the array of sleeping bodies on the cabin floor in front of them. “You see that, Lot?” Nat asked gently, nodding her head towards their sleeping friends. “We’re all safe. Safe and sleeping, you can rest too, we’ll be ok.” Lottie sniffled and nodded, sucking in a wobbly breath. It hurt Nat to not know exactly what was going through Lottie’s mind, especially out here where everything was different. Most things had changed for the worst - they didn’t have enough food, everyone was scared, Lottie was scared. But there were a few tiny moments Nat had to find gratitude in - if not she’d go insane. Lottie was regressing openly out here, a lot of the girls were, at least her baby didn’t need to hide. At least she could hold Lottie right now, at least they were together. Nat began to gently stroke her pointer finger from the scar on Lottie’s forehead and down the bridge of her nose. The rhythmic movement began to guide Lottie’s eyes into a droop, until she was fighting to keep them from fluttering shut. “There you go,” Nat cooed with relief, “You go to sleep, I’ll be here to keep you safe.” As if to hold Nat to her promise Lottie intertwined her fingers with the fabric of Nat’s shirt, holding her close. With the gentle grip on her Mama and her blankie, Lottie began to drift off - relief and peace washing over the cabin. For tonight, they’d be ok.

[nozhdyved]

happy 100th birthday char im so emotional 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 ur so amazing im so happy we're moots ily smm bby

IMMM requesting J sfw for jealous artrick 😈 where Patrick is jealous and ge gets all pissy while trying to act nonchalant bc maybe someone was flirting with his boy artie

CONGRATULATIONS AGAOM !!!!! I'm so happy for you this is so exciting!!!!

tyyyy <333 i love u so much, im so glad we're mooties and i cant believe i turned 100 already wow!!!! enjoy this toxic yaoi

Art's never been the more bold one in the relationship. It's always been Patrick who would start fights, Patrick who would initiate dates. Patrick was even the one who asked Art out. But after two White Claws and a bit of weed, Art fully became someone he typically wasn't- cocky and swaggering, giggling at anyone who would flirt with him. Especially if that anyone wasn't Patrick.

The brunette was leaned against the wall, watching as some boy on the basketball team was getting too close to Art, flirting and trying to act coy. And Art... the ditzy blonde was already drunk off his ass, giggling and reciprocating all the gentle touches. Patrick grits his teeth at the way Art seemed to lean into the touch, all fluttering lashes and soft flushed cheeks. Fuck. Patrick pushes off the wall and heads over to where his boyfriend stands, wrapping a firm arm around his waist.

"Hey." The sharpness of his voice was enough to jolt Art out of it, looking up at Patrick with pretty dazed eyes. Patrick's glaring over at the basketball player, who takes the hint and leaves.

"Pat, what are y-" Art's words are cut off as Patrick kisses him possessively, teeth crashing against teeth as Patrick tastes the mango White Claws on his boyfriend's lips. His hands reach down to tug Art impossibly closer, groping at his ass shamelessly.

"You're mine." It's angry and possessive, but there's the undercurrent of sadness that Art can always detect, even if it's hidden under heaping layers of confidence. "Got it?"

Art runs a hand down Patrick's jaw, kissing him gently. Like a pinky promise, never to be broken. "I got it."

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[chebyshevptera]

hi cheby just wondering what’s ur fave jay…………..……….. season wise i mean🙈can be based on character or just vibes or whatever hehehehe

OMG hi mootie!! :3

excellent question … I’ve answered something similar before I believe! my favorite jay season is a tie between season 5 (possession) and season 7 (hands of time)

hands of time gets a lot of bad reviews because the dialogue and animation errors and whatnot but I genuinely think it has some of the best if not THE best ninja characterization in the entire show. They are very close-knit and silly with each other, and Jay particularly I feel like is done extremely well. Perfect balance of a whiny brat and a super intelligent kid who will do anything for his friends and family <3

I like possession Jay a lot too . he’s mischievous and annoying and does stupid things and it’s very in character for him . especially because in contrast he also manipulates tech like nobody’s business . and all of his little quips and banter with the others was so funnyyy😭😭 he always has something to say and I love him for it

tbh s3 Jay wasn’t all that bad either <3 i don’t care for rebooted but he was pretty in character there . and ofc i always feel the need to mention s1 Jay cuz he’s a cutie patootie

thank u for the ask :3 muah love u 🩷🩷