#Imma start blubbering again

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141 bois with a fem!reader that slips up mid-fuck and calls them daddy 👀 how would they react?

imma do this prompt separately for each of the guys, but i gotta start with soap😩

[ WHAT'DYA JUST CALL ME? ] 𝜗𝜚 the one where you accidentally call soap daddy

𝜗𝜚 pairing: John "Soap" MacTavish x gn!reader 𝜗𝜚 cw: smut below (minors—DNI), daddy kink, dirty talk, slight degredation/humiliation (if you squint)

like it’d be some random thursday night at your apartment. soap had finally been able to come by to spend the night, not having much to do the next day other than a debrief of last mission.

you felt like it had been years since you’d last seen soap for more than a few hours (it had been a week at most), and soap liked the way you were needy and feigning for his attention.

“what’s with all the whinin,’ huh?” soap murmured against your throat as he lavished his tongue across the balmy skin, his hips continuing to push his cock into you at an agonizingly slow pace. “told you i wanna take my time. y’know how long it’s been since i’ve seen you, bunny?”

your lips fell open in a loud whimper, nails scraping down soap's back and your hips fighting against his hands to snap up to meet his thrusts. "t-too slow, johnny. i need more...please, give me more."

soap's chastising chuckle made your cheeks hot with humiliation, but he soothed the burn with brushing a soft kiss against your cheekbone. "greedy little thing, eh? just take what m'giving you, love."

it felt like your insides were on fire, the slow teasing drag of soap's cock inside of you only serving as fuel to make it burn brighter, hotter—but not enough to push you to the edge like you wanted. you were a blubbering mess, and you didn't even realize half of what you were saying until you felt soap press himself all the way inside of you before coming to a sudden halt.

"what'dya just call me?"

you blinked up at soap as he pushed himself up on his forearms, face inches from yours and the sweat from his temples rolling down to splatter on your cheek. "w-what? i don't...johnny, please—"

"no, no, no." soap was quick to put one hand on your hip, pulling your squirming body back to him and forcing his cock all the way back inside. "say it again. don't tell me you were too busy throwing a fuckin' fit to even listen to yourself." his lips fell to the shell of your ear, tongue brushing along your earlobe as he spoke again. "think you said...daddy please."

the blood rushed to your cheeks as your head fell back against the pillow beneath you, body trembling at just how full you felt in that moment. it was intoxicating, but it wasn't enough. "i didn't...johnny, i didn't mean to—"

soap let out a low groan as he pulled his hips back before delivering a particularly hard thrust, sending his cock barreling into just the right spot to make your vision blur slightly. his pace was now faster, harder, rougher than before. "don't get shy now, bunny. go on—fuckin' hell—say it again and daddy'll give you everything what you want."

[the-adventures-of-john-and-timmy]

Aaaahhh, thinking about them again. Imma go be horny under the read more

Listen ok, klykolians would have a mating cycle, they’re a solitary species that struggles to form attachments, and only produce one child per pregnancy, the just WOULD.

Normally when I write John and Timmy fucking, Timmy doesn’t actually have any sexual investment in the situation and is 100% just fucking with John. I do this because Timmy doesn’t have restraint on a good day, and klykolians sex would naturally be very aggressive, Timmy already has a hard time remembering that John can’t regenerate like he can.

If Timmy had a heat cycle while *his human* was on board the ship, no one else is going to be able to help him through it, it has to be John but John would not survive that. Enter Monroe the body guard and sex connoisseur. Someone that Timmy’s comfortable enough with to not fight but he still doesn’t understand why Monroe won’t let him bite his mate.

Klykolians also have a hemi penis, which if we know anything about snakes means they can fuck for 24+ hours with no refractory period cause they’ll just keep switching out. After a while Monroe’s job becomes not just body guard but after care attendant because John’s cum so many time’s he can’t even remember his own name, and that boy needs water.

I imagine Monroe knows enough of what the expect that he walks in to the situation with a battle plan. John’s barely fucking agreed to be a part of this, he’s mostly agreed because there’s really no way around it, and distantly he does like the idea that he can help Timmy. Still Monroe knows he needs to ease John into this as best he can, and manages to get the first couple of Timmy’s orgasms to stay in his pants. This is of course not satisfying to Timmy and he’s down right begging to be inside John. Hell, to even just touch him more, cause Monroe keeps blocking his clawed hands, and he knows he needs to bite John but Monroe’s stupid fat arm keeps getting in his way. I imagine him getting more and more desperate, to the point of crying because he doesn’t understand why he can’t fuck his mate.

I imagine John agrees to move on maybe a little sooner than he should. Agrees to take a little damage. Monroe has a thick layer of blubber on him but he’s still getting used like a chew toy. So Timmy finally get’s to touch and fuck John, though his alligator jaws are still kept at bay. I imagine John starts to realize he should have waited a little longer around orgasm number 5, when Timmy shows no signs of stopping. Monroe get’s a certain amount of physical satisfaction out of the situation as Timmy presses into John and fucks him into Monroe, but he’s got to stay focused on the job at hand.

Monroe watches for anything that might count as an opportunity to pull them apart so John’s poor fucking hole can rest for a second, and massages cum out of him cause he’s going to have stomach problems as it is. Several hours in, john is lost in sub space sauce, dry cumming weakly and looking dazed beyond all get out. Timmy at least get’s slower, although he doesn’t stop, and every surrounding surface is sticky.

I just want situations for Timmy to be desperate and begging

[raidenshogunmommy]

"You thought this was real?"

Here it is!! The not awaited— my first fanfic on tumblr!!! I'm gonna actually use this blog omg.

Lmao Imma break hearts today

Tags: drabble, genshin impact, character×gn!reader

Genre: angst

Warnings: reader gets betrayed, mentions of s€lf h@rm in Scara's part, NOT PROOF READ!

Characters: Scaramouche, Yae Miko (seperate)

Sypnosis: they were just using you all along. Everything special you thought you had with them was all just a lie. Or was it?

Also, scara continuation here and a seperate pt2 with more characters.

Scaramouche

You stare at him in complete horror. Surely...surely, he was just playing some sort of cruel joke on you...right?

"Are you really that surprised? Did you actually expect me to fall in love?" He scoffs.

"I—" You begin but get cut off by him as tears well up in your eyes.

"I was fucking created by a psycho god! My existence is not even human if you think about it. Feelings? Love? Yeah right! You really are naive aren't you? I still can not believe I was made to put up with someone as pathetic as you. The Tsaritsa sure had her fun making me act the part of the loving boyfriend." He sighs in pure frustration.

You choke on the sob you were trying your hardest to control and your knees give out from under you. So, you were just a puppet in the fatui's masterplan, and he was just sent in to do his job. You didn't mean shit to him. And he told you as such. Deciding to remain silent as the stream of endless tears roll down your face, your gaze shifts as you watch him leave, he just gives you one last cold exprionless look and turns around leaving you crying on the floor, because he really couldn't care less now that his job was done.

That is what he wants himself and you to think, but he finds himself digging the knife that was meant to kill you into the the skin of his own arm after making sure you were out of sight. He couldn't finish his job in the end, after all he put you and himslelf through.

Yae Miko

She chuckles in amusement watching you make a fool of yourself, trying to reason with her after your entire world came crashing down when those words left her pretty lips– the ones you loved to kiss, the ones that always made you smile, the ones now causing your torment.

"Now that I'm finally done with you, I can rest easy. Being with you was like having to force myself to breathe." She flashes you a close eyed smile.

You wanted to be angry with her. You wanted to scream at her to explain herself– to ask her why you? If you were so insufferable why did she stay with you for so long? Why did she lead you on for a whole year? Was she really that good an actress?

You didn't want to believe her. But she was making it painfully hard to not, she was so convincing. It didn't seem as though she changed or she was lying but she didn't sound genuine either. But then again, that is how she always sounds. Even her smile was the same as ever, there really was no figuring her out.

A mess of emotions, you try to muster the courage to look at her without breaking, but as soon as her unchanged calm and mischivious violet hues meet your own gaze for the nth time, you start bawling like a fool. Blubbering out incomprehensible speech, you can't put up a show in front of her, even if that was all she ever did.

Her eyes turn cold at the sight of you crying. She refuses to explain herself. All you know is that you were used. All you knew is that she never loved you. All you know is that she was throwing you away.

"You always did look better weeping, it makes you appear the way you truly are. Utterly pitiful." Her tone was laced with bitterness as she watched you, her stare transfixed on your glistening cheeks.

"I-is..th-that...all you...needed t-to say?" You stutter out between sobs, trying to pull yourself together.

"Yes." She replies without hesitance. Already starting to make her exit.

In your mind you curse yourself for letting that be the last thing you chose to say, as all your memories together flash across.

And just like that it was all over.

Yae closes the door behind in a quick motion before covering her mouth hurriedly and running away. She can not be seen like this. Especially by you. Not anymore.

She apologizes to you in her head, but she can't stick around to be your girlfriend anymore.

I don't have any idea wtf that was supposed to be.

[twistnet]

public niceties [ carlos oliveira ]

⋯ KINKTOBER PROMPT ; day 02 [ against the wall ]

⋯ WARNINGS ; gn!reader, smut [ fingering, spit used as lube, unprotected sex, slight manhandling, cum ] + mature language

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you weren’t quite sure what had caused carlos to snap. it could have been a number of things, such as the world ending just outside the closed of hospital. or maybe, he had finally grown tired of your repeated distrust. even after he had proven himself trustworthy time and time again.

no, you hadn’t taken to him like jill had. still angry that you had to work aside someone who viewed umbrella as a god-send, much less had the nerve to work for them. every little thing he had done to seemingly woo jill, earned him a scoff and eyeball from you. 

so, he had done something about it. which is how you had ended up here, face pressed against a wall, pants shoved down your thighs and his fingers working  you open, “are you going to play nice now?” he rasped, a pleasing smile rippling across his lips as he continued to finger your tight hole. taking pride in each shiver that tore down your spine when the pads of his fingers would brush against that little spot within you.

the wall did a decent job in muffling your moans, in a way that wouldn’t cause tyrell to come investigating. but he could also tell you were trying your best to keep a small sliver of your dignity. not wanting to let him know just how good he was making you feel.

“imma need an answer from you, stars. otherwise... i stop.” his word accompanied by the slowing movement of his fingers to prove his point further. and just as expected, you blubbered against the wall. crying and begging him to continue, “please! i’ll - fuck - i’ll play nice!” carlos chuckled, watching in amusement as you rocked back against his fingers to get him started, “see? that wasn’t so hard, stars.”

he caught the tail end of your growl, “just fuck me already, carlos.” his hands roughly pushing you back against the concrete wall, a silent and firm order to stay there as he pulled his fingers from your hole.

you whined in protest, getting ready to voice your opinion when you heard the belt of his fatigues open. you turned your head slightly, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, but a hand roughly forced your focus back to the wall in front of you.

carlos paid no mind to your angered huff, licking his lips as he used his hands to spread your cheeks open. then he spit, coating your hole and moving his thumb to gently push the wetness around. just to make sure every bit of you was ready. and no, he didn't miss any of the choked moans that left your throat at the action.

he stroked himself with a free hand, guiding himself to your entrance, “you let me know if you need to stop, stars.” he whispered against your ear, waiting a beat as you muttered a small ‘yes’ in confirmation before he pushed into you. 

you cried out as he pushed his length into you, feeling a slight yet pleasurable burn as he stretched you open. he slid to a hilt, grunting as he bottomed-out, gritting his teeth as you clenched around him tightly.

he waited a few minutes, letting you adjust to him. watching as you shifted your hips to get use to the feeling. then he felt you tap his thigh, and he slid out,  keeping just the tip in before slamming back into your hole. you cried as he set a rough pace, pining you between him and the wall as he pounded into you. 

you hands scrambled for purchase, looking for somewhere to anchor down and hold onto. finding that against the tops of his thighs, your nails digging into the cameo fatigues as you attempted to meet his thrusts. it was useless, however, as carlos was controlling the pace and was driving into you backed with the frustration the two of you had been building over the course of the night.

all the build up from the previous act was still lingering in your system, and you were finding yourself tumbling closer to the edge with each thrust of carlos’ hips. 

behind you he cursed, panting into your shoulder as he thrust further into you, spilling into you with a grunt as you throbbed around him. his release triggering your own as you moaned, biting deeply at your lip in attempt to contain it.

carlos sagged against you, hot breaths tickling your throat as he came down from his high. he gently pulled out of you, grunting at the loss of your heat, but feeling his chest swell with pride at the sight of his release sliding down your inner thigh.

he offered you a bandana, holding it out for you to take to clean yourself off. you took it, wiping away the cum before pulling your pants back on right and readjusting your gear. tossing away the bandana, you turned to the soldier, clicking your gun into place, “so, stars. ready to continue scouting this place out?”

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now we need a part 4 with izuku and bakugo on what happens next to the poor reader 😩✋🏼

Aight imma do a two for one here so MASSIVE BET

Tw:noncon, gangbang

When your hand reaches the doorknob, you know something is off only half a millisecond before another large hand settles itself on your wrist and another one caressing your side.

You freeze immediately at the voices that croon and snarl to you.

“Open the door quietly and we don’t have to make this any more difficult than it’s already gonna be.”

“God, you smell so good. You still haven’t changed your shampoo even after all these weeks huh? I like it.”

Your hand starts to shake and your body starts to sweat as you wildly try to find a way out of this situation. The voices sound eerily familiar, with one being higher and the other more aggressive and raspy, but you don’t dare turn around to locate the faces.

One of them seems to be catching onto your hesitation, because your wrist is crushed underneath a hard grasp and you cry out softly as they growl.

“Open. This. Fucking. Door. Right now.”

It takes a good 15 more seconds to jimmy the lock open, and once you do all three of you go tumbling in.

You whip back around to see both men standing over you, merely watching you with crossed arms and equally perverse leers.

“D-deku? Bakugo? What’s going on?”

Deku practically bounces on the balls of his feet, itching with inappropriate anticipation for what’s to come.

“We wanted to play with you! Are you ready? You can’t fucking ignore me anymore!” His voice is cheery as always but it breaks when he curses, the strains in his vocal cords sticking out while he forces himself from holding back.

Bakugo steps forward.

“Didnt I tell you I was gonna come again for you, you teasing cunt? Didn’t I say to watch your back? Now look at you, sprawled on the floor like rapetoys should be.”

Both men start slowly uncrossing their arms and advance towards you.

“No-no please, why? I didn’t do anything to you! Deku, please!” You blubber as you scuttle backwards, their strides equally as long.

You continue evading them as they play around with you.

“Oh, you have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear those words. ‘Deku, please.’ Although, I’d very much rather you moan it for me.” He has the audacity to blush, and then Bakugo interjects.

“You deserve this y’know, so don’t start crying now. We haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet.” He spreads his hands and his uncharacteristic grin stretches from ear to ear, his vermillion eyes flashing in the dim light of your dorm.

“Anyone whose stupid enough to not realize how this creep has been sniffin’ your panties for months-hell, maybe even years now should get raped. You’re so fucking stupid, you didn’t realize I was protecting you from him.”

“But now look at you. Alone, afraid, vulnerable…oh, and going to the bedroom. You really are an easy slut, huh?”

Deku’s eyes light up when he realizes you truly are unknowingly backing up into the bedroom, but you realize it too late.

It’s only after Bakugo’s words come out that you try to look for a detour for the lock-induced bathroom, but Deku has a different idea.

Out of pure excitement he laughs and sprints towards you, hands outreached to touch your pretty skin, mouth open with drool softly filling the tile below him and eyes bloodshot with lust.

He looks like a creature from hell, and in the pure terror of watching him come at you like that your plan to detour was thwarted and you mindlessly trip back over your feet onto the bed, scrambling as far away as you can from them to the headboard.

You look to your left and quickly seize your bedside lamp, raising it above your head.

“Domt come any closer you closer perv. God, I shouldve known you were fucked in the head. I kept trying to make excuses for you, I thought you were my friend-“ you break down in sobs as the green haired man continues looking at you like you’re a piece of meat, absentmindedly wiping his hand across his mouth.

“And you,” you point to Bakugo who bares his teeth and smirks madly, “I already knew you were the embodiment of hell, but I thought you had a limit of how low you could stoop. You didn’t protect me from shit, you forced your way inside of me day in and day out.”

“Well now that your useless little monologue is over, Deku, tie her legs to the posts. I swear Y/N, you’re making this way too easy for me. It’s almost boring, I already know what I’m gonna get.” He raises his eyebrows at you while he lets his minion do all the work for him, goosebumps racing up his arm at the sight of you screaming and fighting tooth and nail against your fate.

But at the end of the day, after all your curses and sobs and monologues, you’re no match for either of them, especially Deku, who cooes at you to scream louder while he caresses your face and uses nylon string to secure your wrists to the wooden posts. Your legs are also bound after Bakugo seizes them from kicking, and a gag is placed over your mouth by his hands.

He roughly taps the tape covering your trembling lips and smiles condescendingly down at you.

“You’re doing so well for us, rapemeat. Keep up the good work and try to spread those legs as much as you can.” He chuckles when you scream your lungs out, thrashing as he yanks your knees apart.

“Aw, Kacchan, can’t we take the gag off? I wanted to hear her in my ears,” he pouts and looks glumly at your writhing figure.

“No, how fucked in the head are you? Someones gonna come down if she’s hollering for the whole building to hear. And cut her clothes off, I’m getting impatient.”

It seems like Deku too was at his last fiber of self control as his hands shake equally as much as yours, except for an entirely different reason altogether, the opposite reason of yours in fact.

He fishes in his back pockets for something, and produces a glinting steel knife with a black handle.

You still immediately as his descends his hands to the top of your v-neck shirt, right above your collarbones. His eyes fog up as your satiny smooth skin comes in contact with the blade, the coldness of the steel sending shivers down your spine and making you sob harder.

“Kacchan…did you ever get a taste of her blood? How does she taste?” He lifts his head to look into your tear-streaked eyes, but he addresses his childhood friend.

Bakugo snorts. “Calm down Toga, don’t get too crazy yet. We’ll have some more fun later, right now my dick is about to explode. ‘Need a hole,” he mumbles at the end and finally clambers onto the bed right atop your legs.

You stay absolutely silent as pressure from the knife rips the thin strands of your clothes apart, and Deku takes careful care to ensure you at least have thin red lines running down your stomach if not for actual blood.

“Oh fuckkkk,just look at her. You look good enough to eat…” he looks at you and licks his lips, salivating when you whine and twist at your restraints.

“Yeah yeah, you do whatever the fuck you want. Just choose what you’re gonna stick it in and hurry up.”

The blond looks bored almost as the more eager one whips to the side to face him.

“You mean it Kacchan? I can pick?”

They speak as if you’re not alive, no feelings or humanity involved. All you can do is watch and yell into your makeshift gag as the blond waves him off.

“Go for it. It’s your first time satisfying that sick head of yours, ‘must get boring doing it from behind a screen all the time.”

His slowly turns to face you, a kind leer etched across his features, eyebrows slanted and hand coming up to pull your ripped clothes apart.

You struggle and spit muffled profanities out as he slowly drags the bridge of your bra down, eyes wide open as your nipples pop out and eventually both of your tits bounce out.

He hisses and takes his nails up your stomach to fondle your breast. You can tell Deku’s too excited, too inexperienced from the way he handles them like stress balls. You grunt as his mouth latches onto a pert nipple, suckling and looking up at you as if he were some kind of demonic baby.

Bakugo watches all this with a dark glint in his eyes, absentmindedly palming himself as he watches the show unfold in front of him.

It’s entertaining seeing all of the creep’s hormones spiral out of control from years of pent-up lust. He’s never seen the dork so fired up and hungry, he’s never seen him so brutal with a civilian before, the type of people he used to say he’d protect at all costs.

After he’s done playing with your sore tits, he wasted no time in yanking your sweats off. You don’t even trash around anymore, the only thing you’re capable of in this state of terror and shock is weak moans and little sobs, maybe a writhe or two here and there.

Your panties are also torn off and you howl when the elastic cuts into your skin within the process. Bakugo takes this last stripping as an indication for him to move now. He lifts himself up on his knees and moves around your head while Deku situates himself between your violently twitching legs.

“I’m gonna take the gag out now. If you scream or pull any funny business I’ll plug your pussy and your throat with this knife, got it?” He snatches the weapon from the bed and waves it dangerously close to your face.

You nod frantically and try to turn your head to the side, but he yanks you back into place and decides to have his own fun.

While Izuku hurriedly takes his own shorts off the hothead slowly takes the tape off your mouth, staring down at you with unblinking eyes. The knife which you’re so afraid of is traced around your own squeezed shut eyes, down your cheeks and around your lips.

But the horrified trance on which he keeps you in is broken when Izuku suddenly shoved his entire length inside your dry cavern.

Luckily Bakugo has enough foresight to slam a hand over your howling mouth before the entire building can be woken up, and he glares at the sheepish-looking man down the bed from him.

“Are you a fucking virgin? At least rub her clit or something so she doesn’t go hollering at every thrust you damn nerd!”

The man between your legs winces and rubs the back of his neck, chuckling nervously.

“Oops, sorry, got a little carried away there.”

He doesn’t pull out, he merely thrusts slower, trying to fit his fat dick inside your unwilling cunt.

A string of curses leaves your lips and you grimace as the pain becomes near blinding.

Bakugo looks down at you again, the knife forgotten.

“No teeth either.” Your breaths come out in little frantic pants when his bare cock springs out of his own pants.

He taps the leaking purple tip on your lips and you open hesitantly. There’s no point in resisting anymore, they’ve got you quite literally cornered.

“Wider, slut,” he snarls, and you do-but only because Deku’s paps get more aggressive, causing your mouth to fall open in a long whine.

The blond takes this opportunity to slam his length down your throat, groaning around when he sees your throat swell with his bulge.

You immediately start gagging and trying to pull at your restraints for air, his heavy balls rest right on top of your nose and you feel like you’re going to pass out.

You can barely hear him over Deku’s animalistic grunts and whines. He’s going way too fast, as if he’s possessed by your pussy. It numbs you, taking away some of the pain in a flip side.

But on the other end of your body, you’re desperate for air while a fuzzy ballsack paps against your nose and eyes.

Each sadistic stroke he puts inside of you widens your sore esophagus, bringing bile up sometimes and large amounts of saliva too.

He’s not as loud as Deku, but he’s equally as greedy with your holes.

Your body literally hovers up almost in midair as Bakugo thrusts in and lifts his hips up, taking your upper half along with it and Deku does the same unconsciously, trying to fuck up into your womb.

It’s an exact replica of a perverted spit roast, with both of them catching each other’s rhythm and slamming inside your holes at the same time.

Your clit is suddenly rubbed inexpertly to the point of overstimulation, and the incoming sob forced out of your throat warps into a pained scream.

The vibrations of your scream makes Bakugo cum suddenly with a hoarse groan. He doubled over your body and gnaws at your bouncing tits, licking and teething at them the same way his counterpart did.

The sight of copious amounts of cum being leaked out of your filled mouth propels the green-haired man to whimper and shove himself back in one more time, hitting your cervix and causing both his and your eyes to roll back.

He cums too, but both men keep their semi-hard cocks inside of your aching body.

You don’t know what’s worse, having both of them by your side or both of them inside.

[bekkachaos]

Imma bout to vent a lil about Stranger Things so if you're not at the end yet keep on scrolling.

This is one of the shows where I actually think I like the new characters more than the OG ones, I mean, I like them all (mostly) but this season has just had me fall hard for the likes of Max, Robin and Eddie and I feel like most shows I've watched I don't get that same love for new characters.

There were two characters I was most scared for (being in the above listed AND of course that fear was founded by the end). Because I knew that if anyone was getting the ⛏️ it was the new characters, because what? It's less painful if we've known them for a shorter time?

I blubbered at Eddie's scene. I sobbed when Dustin spoke to his uncle, I seethed when it seemed like no one else even gave a damn. He was a soft beautiful boy who was so misunderstood because he was different and I think that has resonated with so many fans, they didn't need to kill him just for the sake of killing off a 'main'.

Don't even get me going on how many tears fell when Max's bones started breaking, it was a 'this cannot be happening I adore her' moment. And then telling Lucas she couldn't feel or see and didn't want to die? Gut punch, I'm tearing up writing it. And to go through all that and then El.. heals her? Restarts her heart? I feel like it would have felt more real her death than that, and did no one talk about what she did in there? I saw that look Mike and Will, she just come out and not be traumatized about how she saw her friend die and tried to bring her back?

I feel like Eddie died because they weren't really killing Max, and they needed someone to die. For reasons.

And I don't know about anyone else but the first volume felt so fleshed out and interesting and the progression was good, and then vol 2 had all this hype and just did not live up to it. Things just felt really out of place through it, like okay are we having a moment, right now of all times?? The parts that should have been fast were slow, then they completely wiped out 2 days in the timeline and everyone's .. what? Semi-okay again?? Giant gaping hole in the ground aside?

Yesterday morning I was thinking s4 might be the best one yet, now I'm just a little disappointed.

I mean other things on my brain include:

Joyce and Hopper just get it guys it's been long enough, happy for you

Max and Lucas are a way better couple than El and Mike change my mind

Will bby he does not deserve you

Jonathan letting Will know he's there and he always will be brought a tear to my eye

But Jonathan bro talk to Nancy about what's going on

Why did they just blow up their relationship like that?

El needed Mike to say all that shit to go full superhero? Surely not

Eddie deserved better

Dustin deserved better, all he had at the end there was Eddie, he was even alone in those final scenes like really??

Robin, I hope that cute girly treats you good and doesn't disappear into the void in s5

Steve is a daddy (no I mean like a literal daddy to children)

We get Will's spidey senses in like the last 3 minutes, really?

And are we not even gonna mention Henry drawing like Will was? Better be an s5 arch otherwise why even bother

There is so much more but I'm still decompressing. This is a great show, but they made some questionable choices in the last two episodes that left the season on a bit of a low note.

Bring on s5 and show me how you're gonna end this thing!

[akaashikeijisbeloved]

Serendipity

Serendipity (noun):- Finding something good without looking for it.

Pairing:- Kuroo Tetsuro × Reader(Female)

Kuroo looked at the wall clock,2:15 PM it read,signaling his lunch time.  Every day his best friend Y/N would come over to eat lunch with him any minute now. Just then he heard his office doors opening, with a smiling Y/N coming his way. "Hey Tetsu,how has your day been so far?" she said,"much better since you're here,how bout you?" "Eh,the usual, boss man been keeping me on my toes ugh" " The offer to work with me still stands ya know " "Not that again Tetsu,we've been over this, I wanna do something all by myself without any help from anybody" she huffed " yeah yeah, your principles babe,I respect that. Tell me if he troubles you more tho,imma have a talk with him then " "Calm down Tetsu,if it ever does come down to that I'll tell ya don't worry" she smiled as they continued to eat their lunch in peace with small talks in between. They finished up their lunch and Kuroo got up to walk her out of the office like the gentleman he is. She reminded him about their movie marathon tomorrow and he promised her that he wouldn't miss it. She giggled happily and went to kiss his cheek but he suddenly turned his head as he heard someone saying his name and she accidentally kissed his lips. Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as she quickly blubbered an apology and exited his office. 

Y/N became so awkward after that and started avoiding Kuroo,making excuses for not coming for lunch and running away as soon as she saw me. Kuroo just wanted to talk to her and have a Normal conversation about everything but she was nowhere to be found. He texted her on the day they planned their movie night and she said she was going out. Kuroo still didn't back down and went over to hers at around 8 PM,when he'd usually arrive for the movie night. He went and knocked on her door. After a few knocks,Y/N opened the door in her pajamas with her wallet in her hand,expecting to pay the pizza delivery guy but instead of him stood Kuroo on her doorway with a disappointed look on his face. "Kuroo,I..." " Save it Y/N, you've been avoiding me all this time,canceling our lunch over stupid excuses that don't even make sense,and you lied to me bout going out today when here you are at home?? Would you care to tell me the heck is going on?" "It's nothing kuroo,seriously, stop worrying " "like hell it's nothing Y/N,ever since we accidentally kissed you have been avoiding me like the plague, you know you can always trust me right? Please tell me what's going on sweetie plz " "YOU KUROO! EVER SINCE THAT DAY AT YOUR OFFICE, I CAN'T STOP THINKING BOUT YOU, I KEEP THINKING BOUT HOW SOFT YOUR LIPS FELT WHEN THEY TOUCHED MINE, I CAN'T GET YOU OUT OF MY MIND, AND YOU ARE MY BEST FRIEND KUROO, I CAN'T I-..." Kuroo hugged her and held her tight, "shush,it's okay baby,I'm here and I understand coz I've been feeling the same way too, I can't get you out of my head too, I think I know what's going on,let's say it together yeah?" "I think I like you Y/N ''I like you Kuroo'' they blurted together and looked at each other and started laughing "God,we are such idiots" she said "hey,I'm not the dumbass who wanted to run away from my feelings " he said" just drop it already you goof,also do you wanna have our movie night since you're here already? " "ohh, is this a date? Already? Damn baby, I didn't know you liked me this much! " " well it would be a date if you asked me to be your girlfriend,now wouldn't it? " " I see how it is Y/N, miss Y/N L/N would you like to be my girlfriend?" " YES TETSU YESS!! " she said as she hugged him as he kissed her on the forehead. They sat down on her sofa with some romantic comedies playing in the background between their cuddles and kisses.

Author's note:- This is my first haikyuu fic so please excuse me for my mistakes. Thank you so much @octo-cutie for the head-conan that inspired this idea and ofcourse @violentcloudchaser for proof reading this,you guys are the best! Stay safe,take care,stay hydrated, love you guys 💕💜

[machine-gun-casie]

Baby Mama

@kellysimagines: Can you make one where the reader and mgk just had a baby and with a lot of cuteness i hope you like it!!

warning: birth?

wc: 1.7k

It was almost like déjà vu. He got the phone call from Emma while he was in the studio. You had been staying with Casie’s mom after you passed your due date and had yet to go into labor.

“Colson, the baby’s coming.” She had said the exact same words when Casie was coming into this world. Emma’s words echoed in his ears.

Colson blinked. His brain was pulling nothing but blanks. “What?”

“The baby, Colson! Get your ass to the hospital now!” Emma demanded, clearly surrounded by chaos. When the line started beeping, signalling Emma hanging up, Colson finally processed what he just heard. Somewhat.

“Fuck.” He whispered.

Baze looked at him and then looked at Rook and AJ and finally back to Colson. “What’s going on?”

Slim rolled his eyes and got up off the couch. “I know that fucking look. Get up, I’ll drive you.”

“What’s the look?” Baze asked, not catching up.

“His Baby Mama is giving birth to his child. Who’s coming? We don’t got time.”

The whole band pretty much walked Colson to the car as he was still frozen. Slim knew that as soon as the hospital was in sight, Colson would be as excited as ever.

And he was right. “Holy shit! Baby Baker number two is coming! Holy motherfucking shit!” Everyone in the car started cheering like crazy, finally understanding the weight of the situation.

The group of men clambered into the hospital reception looking like they had no reason to be there. Slim decided to take control as he was the only one acting normal.

“Hi, we’re here for y/n l/n. We just got a call that she went into labor.” Slim explained to the nurse, pretending the entourage behind him was nonexistent.

The nurse skimmed through her computer before nodding. “Yes, I’ve got her right here. Are you the father?”

Slim sighed and shook his head. “No, he is.” He pointed his finger to Colson who had the absolute biggest smile on his face.

“I’m the- I’m the dad. Is she uh- are they ok? Is it all good?” Colson spoke, happiness interfering with his ability to speak properly.

“I’m sure they’re fine, let me take you to her.” The nurse smiled and started heading down the hallway. When she heard way too many feet following her, she turned around abruptly. “I’m sorry, your group is too big for the delivery room. It would be best if only the father would follow me beyond this point.”

The group collectively groaned, each one clapping Colson on the back. Slim made sure to be last. “She’s gonna do great, Kells.”

“I know.” Colson smiled. “She’s the strongest motherfucker I’ve ever met.”

Colson was given scrubs and a hairnet to wear before he could enter the delivery room. He took out his phone and quickly went on to Instagram. He pressed the button and began talking, not entirely sure if his words were intelligible.

“Hey guys, I’m all suited up for the delivery room right now. My second child is currently coming into the world. My Baby Mama is gonna kill it like she always does. Next time y’all fuckers see me, Imma be a father of two.” He stuck his tongue out and posted it to his story. He threw his phone on a chair outside the room and walked in.

No one even knew you were pregnant, so he was sure his phone would be blowing up for the next week.

When he walked in, he saw Emma and Casie on either side of your bed holding your hands.

“Dad! y/n, he’s here!” Casie called out to her father to take her place. Colson immediately took your clammy hand in his. Emma took her daughter and walked out of the room to give you two privacy, the moment seeming to be tender and personal.

“Hey, hey special girl. How are you? How are you doing?” Colson whispered, brushing away the strands of hair stuck to your sweaty forehead.

“I ugh.” You groaned in pain, ending your statement half way through. “I uh- I’m pushing through. Thought it was gonna be more painful than this, to be honest.”

“How the fuck can you imagine something more painful than childbirth. Isn’t it at the top of the charts?” Colson asked, amazed at how you weren’t accepting defeat, not even in your most vulnerable of moments.

“I’m not sure. Kind of feels like a chainsaw was let loose in my vagina.” You chuckled through the pain. “Makes me regret fucking you.”

“Hey now, don’t say things like that.” Colson laughed. “You love fucking me.”

“Never said I didn’t love it, just might regret it and the fact that I forgot the pill.” You replied, squeezing his hand as you felt another contraction coming.

“That is something we can work on. How are you feeling? You wanna push? Should I call the doctor?”

You brought your other hand up and smothered it in Colson’s face. “Shut up a second.” You whispered, face scrunched up in pain. You let out a few shallow breaths through your clenched teeth before you looked at him. “Sorry, needed the contraction to be over so I could understand what you were saying. Yeah, I think I wanna push.”

Colson’s smile seemed to only grow bigger. “Alright, I’ll tell them to call the doctor. I fucking love you.” He ran off to find the nurse that was just in the room, and as he left Emma walked back in.

“Hey, Col says you wanna push?” She asked gently, coming back to your side.

“Yeah, I think so. Been resisting for a bit. Every time I told the doctor, she kept saying it wasn’t time. But I really feel like it’s time.” You said, panting with every word.

“You’ve been doing so well, y/n. We’re all so proud of you. Casie keeps gushing about how strong you are.” She smiled.

You felt pride bloom on your face. “Really? Oh my God, I love that little girl. Where is she?”

Emma nodded her out to the door. “She’s out with the guys. Everyone’s asking how you’re doing. None of those boys have patience, they can’t wait to meet the new Baker. And Colson? That man is in love if I’ve ever seen it.”

“Oh, he better be.” You grunted.

Before you could complete your thought, the doctor rushed in along with Colson, who rushed right back to your side. “Alright, we think we’re ready to push?”

“Please tell me it’s time.” You groaned, not wanting to be declined once more.

“It’s time, honey. Push.”

With that one word, you felt the air in the room change. Your body felt like it was working on its own as you began pushing. You felt your face become hotter as you kept in your wails of pain.

“It’s alright, beautiful. You can scream. Let it all out.” Colson spoke gently to you, not sure why you were keeping it in.

“I can’t. Case is outside, I don’t want her to hear. I don’t want her to be afraid.” You groaned.

Colson looked at you in the same way again. With awe. You didn’t understand why. “How the fuck are you so fucking perfect?”

“Colson, please shut the fuck up and kiss me.” You sighed. You wanted him to do anything just to take your mind off the pain. Colson placed his lips on yours, eager to do anything you would ask of him. He kissed you and he kissed you and he kept on kissing you until he heard the shrill cries of his newborn baby. Of your newborn baby.

“Oh my God! Our baby’s here. Colson, our baby’s here. Oh my god.” You were blubbering, not sure how to explain your excitement in words. The nurses quickly wiped down your newborn and placed the baby on your bare chest.

“This is our baby, Colson.” You breathed out, amazed at the little miracle you had on your chest.

“That’s our baby.” Colson repeated, bending down a little more to look closely at the newborn’s face. “It’s got your lips.” Colson smiled, lightly tracing along the newborn’s cupid’s bow.

You chuckled, nodding your agreement. “It’s got your nose.” You said as you saw Colson trace down the nose of your child. “So beautiful.”

“You got a name?” You heard someone ask. You didn’t know if it was a nurse or a doctor, and you didn’t really care.

“Cadence Kelly Baker. What do you think?” You asked softly.

Both you and Colson knew the name would come to you on the day, so it was never discussed beforehand. But you knew it was the right name.

“Kelly? Like...” Colson asked, eyes wide and hopeful.

“Yeah, Kelly like Kelly.” You smiled softly, knowing how much it would mean to him.

Colson looked between you and the baby a few times, taken aback. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah Colson, I’m sure. Case and Cade. You like?”

“Like? I love it. I love you and I love our baby and I love our baby’s name.” Colson whispered, placing his forehead again your own.

“Richard Colson Baker, meet Cadence Kelly Baker, your second born.”

“Hey Cade, you really put your mom through a lot, didn’t ya?” Colson laughed. “You are so beautiful and so loved. By us and so many other people. You wanna meet them?” Cadence gurgled, as if responding. “I’m taking that as a yes.”

You laughed and nodded. “It sure is. Call ‘em in. Send Casie in first, though.”

“Alright.” Colson replied softly, placing a kiss on your forehead before walking out. Emma, who had been standing a little bit off to the side, approached you and said her hello’s to the newborn.

“y/n?” You heard Casie’s timid voice from the hospital door.

“Case, come over here. I’ve got someone who’s dying to meet you.” You smiled at her, beckoning her over. She slowly approached and gasped when she saw the baby on your chest.

“Oh my god! It’s so small!” She marvelled. “What’s the name? Dad said we’re matching.” She asked excitedly.

“Almost. I chose Cadence. Case and Cade. You like it?”

“Of course I do. What’s the full name, though?”

“Cadence Kelly Baker.” You replied, swiping your thumb on your baby’s soft cheek.

“Oh no, another Kelly. You sure you can handle that, y/n?” Casie joked.

You and Emma laughed. “Yeah, I think I can. What about you? Think you can handle being a big sister?”

Casie nodded excitedly as her father walked in with his band.

“Everybody, I want you to meet Cadence Kelly Baker.”

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@machinegunkelly My baby mama is the strongest person ever. Welcome to the world Cadence Kelly Baker. You are so loved.

[kieraswriting]

Coffin Chapter Twenty-Six

Masterpost

Emile pushed his cart along, buying groceries. It was mostly just necessities. Bread, milk, eggs, and then ingredients for a slightly more special dinner he intended to make.

It was a perfectly normal, average grocery trip, without even the possibility of bumping into one of his clients. Until he heard a strange sound, followed by someone speaking angrily.

“We just had to get like three things!” The angry voice hissed, and Emile turned the corner. “I don’t have time for you to do this again! ”

There was a man wearing one of those horrible hunter badges, and pulling on… something started rushing in Emile’s ears, and his stomach turned. The man was pulling on a leash, attached to a collar, around the neck of a vampire who was already muzzled, and trying to pull back.

Emile could not, he could not stand to have this happen in front of him and do nothing. The man saw him staring and rolled his eyes, faking a smile.

“Everything is under control, it can’t get away from me. Please do not be concerned.”

He yanked on the leash, and the vampire looked at Emile, trying to say something that just came out muffled, but sounded pained.

Emile stepped forward, smiling and holding his hand out to the hunter. “My name is Emile, do you how do?”

The man froze for a moment in confusion, tentatively shaking his hand. “It’s uh, nice to meet you, but I’m actually pretty busy…”

“I’m a therapist, and I couldn’t help but notice you seem to be having some anger issues,” Emile said, letting his voice go sickly sweet.

The man’s face twisted. “Look, I don’t need any—“

“See, there, it’s practically painted on your face,” Emile said, shaking his head.

The man only got more angry. “Look, man, piss off, I don’t need a therapist.”

Emile's face twisted to rather look embarrassed. "Well, it was worth a shot. I was hoping that you'd feel indebted to me, and would be more willing to help. I'm really trying to get that package of granola, but it's quite a bit higher than I can reach."

The man blinked. "You-- You'd just use your psychology on random people like that?"

Emile shoved down the nausea that rose within him. That this person would be offended at him for something like this when he was holding someone on a leash-- he was so disgusted it was hard to keep it off of his face. But he just shrugged with a slight smile. "I can, and most of the time people actually fall for it."

Emile could see the unspoken ending of the sentence, 'I guess you're smarter than most' hit the man, and he every so slightly puffed up, all signs of anger gone.

"I guess I don't mind getting your granola, but you can't just go around doing things like this."

Emile put on an innocent, embarrassed face. "Yeah, I guess it's not really very fair..."

He waited until the man was stretching up to get the granola off of the very top shelf. He yanked at the leash, pulling it right out of the man's free hand. He threw the end at the vampire. "Run!"

The vampire was frozen for half a second, wide-eyed and scared, and then bolted.

•^*^••

Dee was sick of the circles underneath Thomas's eyes. He was sick of how tired they were making him. He couldn't just tell him no, though. Thomas was trying so hard out of a desire to keep them safe, and Dee couldn't say that that was a bad desire, because it wasn't, and he couldn't say that it wasn't needed, because it was. But that didn't mean he had to like it.

Remus was right though, the thrall felt rather like a snake to him. Like he was sinking fangs into Thomas's mind and poisoning him. It was like there was a different poison in each fang, and he just had to figure out how to change how much he was releasing into Thomas when he bit down. But not this time.

"Don't fight this time," Dee said.

"But that's the whole point," Thomas protested.

"Just let me try it this way, ok?"

Thomas nodded.

Dee bit down, and almost immediately Thomas went limp, unresisting. Dee waited a minute to be sure he had a solid control before letting go of Thomas. Thomas swayed slightly, looking up at him plaintively.

“You haven’t done anything wrong,” Dee assured him. “It’s time for a long nap, ok?”

Thomas nodded eagerly.

“Come on, lay down.”

Thomas laid down so quickly he nearly slammed his head into the ground. But at least he was laying down now.

“Good. Now go to sleep.”

Thomas closed his eyes immediately, and shortly after he fell asleep.

Dee finally turned around to see Remus staring at him disapprovingly. He frowned. “I will not let him wear himself ragged over this.”

“So you’re willing to thrall him and force him to do what you want him to do, even when you know he wouldn’t want to?”

Somehow the words pierced him. That wasn’t… that wasn’t what he was doing. Was it?

Dee didn’t have an answer. He sat down near Thomas, shoving the question away. For the moment he’d focus on making sure nothing woke Thomas up.

•^*^••

Patton’s eyes popped open. “I remember!”

“What?” Roman exclaimed. Virgil just gaped.

“I mean, kind of. It’s fading away now.” Patton said, frowning in an attempt to hold on to the rapidly slipping memories. “I didn’t think it was possible to like you even more, Virgil,” he said, trying to make a joke.

Based on Virgil’s wry face, he didn’t find it very funny.

Patton’s frown deepened. “I think... “ he sighed. “I think it’s gone now. I kinda remember a little bit of feelings, but nothing else. Still, that’s a really good job, Virgil!”

Roman slung an arm over Virgil’s shoulders. “You’re getting it, shortstop!”

Virgil had a tiny smile. “You think?”

“Yeah! This is a big step, kiddo!” Patton said warmly.

“I vote bonfire!” Roman said loudly. “Tonight we feast on marshmallows!”

“Yeah!” Patton said, pumping his fist up in the air.

They both looked at Virgil. “That could be cool. I haven't really been to a bonfire before.”

Roman gasped as if it was a personal affront to his character. “Never? In all the eighteen years of your life you’ve never been to a bonfire?”

Virgil shook his head.

“We’ll have to build a really big one, then!” Patton said excitedly.

•^*^••

Remy was bored. Maybe he would go out. Probably once Emile got back. Maybe he’d hang around for dinner, but after that he was going out.

And then his phone rang. It was Emile. What, did he forget his wallet?

“Hey, babe, what’s--”

“Remy! I need you!” Emile was yelling, and sounded downright panicked.

Remy was running immediately. “Where are you?”

“The store still. Come quick!”

Remy raced to the store, shoving his phone into his pocket without bothering to hang up. He found Emile outside, with blood running from his nose. “Emile!”

Emile waved him away. “Not me, the hunter went and he’s chasing a vampire.”

Remy growled. He wanted to check on Emile, but he knew Emile would be mad at him for days, if not longer if he didn’t go save this other vampire.

The scent of the hunter was still strong in the air, and it didn’t take long to find him. Remy swung for the back of his head, knocking him out and continuing on to find the vampire. The vampire also was painfully obvious, running without any super speed, and still cuffed, muzzled, and even leashed. Remy caught him around the waist, and the vampire let out a terrified scream.

“Hush.” Remy commanded. “You’ll get snatched up by every hunter in the area running around like this.”

The vampire was shaking and blubbering, but stopped fighting against him and quieted down. Remy got rid of the various restraints, and the vampire nearly dropped to the ground.

“Look, I get you’re tired, and I get you’re scared, but you’re practically asking to get picked up, gurl. Calm down. Don’t run when you see a hunter, and try to act like a human, yeah?”

The vampire nodded shakily.

“Great. I’ll drop these cuffs off somewhere away from here.” Remy turned to leave, but stopped and turned back. “You have a phone?”

“I--I had one. N-not anymore.”

Remy rolled his eyes. He didn’t have anything to write on either.

“Look, here’s my number,” he said, showing the vampire on his phone. “If you get desperate, call me.”

The vampire nodded.

“You got it?”

Another nod.

“Cool. See you around.”

Remy took the various hunter supplies and dropped them off behind the store. And then he finally got back to Emile, who was waiting in the car in the parking lot, holding a tissue to his nose.

“What happened, Em?”

Emile shrugged. “There was a hunter, and you know I can’t stand what they do, but it’s just getting worse and worse. I couldn’t do nothing.”

Remy scoffed. “You never could do nothing.”

Emile gave him a smile. That smile in particular never was fair, that ‘you know you love me’ smile.

Remy shook his head, grabbing Emile in a hug. “You’ve got to stop scaring me, Emile.”

Emile was silent a moment. Then he spoke, quietly, and very seriously. “I don’t know if I can. Everything keeps getting worse, and I won’t just sit and watch it happen in front of me.”

“I know. You just have to stay safe.”

Emile nodded. “Thanks for always rescuing me.”

Remy chuckled. “Someone’s gotta do it. It’d be a crime to leave someone as sweet as you unrescued.”

•^*^••

“He said he was a therapist, that his name was Emile.”

The doctor nodded, checking his head carefully.

“Hey, wait,” the next guy waiting said. “Wasn’t one of those wanted people called Emile?”

“The ones that took down Liam Hart? Nah, this guy couldn’t have done that if he tried. He was just one of those bleeding-heart types.”

“Eh, Imma check anyway.”

“Yeah, sure, knock yourself out.”

[imma-lil-teapot]

TMNT 2003/2K3 Headcanon: Crying - (Raphael)

Feel free to scroll past this first part if you’re not interested in my silly rambling and nonsense. I won’t mind. Promise. ;)

Alrighty then, lockdown has officially started here. :/ *Unenthusiastic streamers fly* Oh well, look what we have all the time in the world for: WRITING! *Enthusiastic streamers fly* Not too much extra to add in this regard since the last headcanon (thanks a bunch for the likes btw, guys :D ), so I guess we’ll just get right into it. :)

Please bear in mind that I’m SUPER rusty! Haven’t written in ages so there are bound to be typos and all matter of general errors scattered throughout the post. Don’t pet them! They bite!  

Anyhoo~ Despite attempting to create and share with the goal in mind to uplift spirits, I decided to start on a rather upsetting subject (PLEASE DON’T LEAVE! They end on happy notes ;) ) because, Imma just come and say it, I enjoy seeing my favourite characters shed tears (not for just any old reason -their personality plays a huge role in this- and CERTAINLY not for sadistic reasons, land sakes no! But… well, you’ll see~ ;) ) It makes me all gooey and fuzzy inside to see them display such raw emotion and I just wanna leap into the TV screen to hug and console them. I dunno why. Maybe I’m nuts like that. (Remembers Raph crying at the farm when Leo was badly injured and wishes she could just hug them all and take away the pain) Oh well, if you enjoy visualizing the same, then *High Fives*. :)

So yeah, if you read the title, you’ll know this is based on the 2003/2k3 series (my favs). Hope you all enjoy~ :D Grab tissues cause sad turts ahead! :’(

Jibber jabber stops here~

TURTLES~

LEONARDO

RAPHAEL - You are here

DONATELLO - Coming soon

MICHELANGELO - Coming soon

WARNING(S): Because of the subject, Angst and Hurt/Comfort will be present.

RATING: G (General)

WORD COUNT: Uhhh... *Shrugs shoulders*

ANYTHING ELSE TO ADD:

Well, you’re just gonna have to scroll down to find him, Master Splinter. ;) I really didn’t know what to add so... *Shrugs* And look at da squishy Turtle Tots, dey so cuuuuute!!! <3 

TO THE HEADCANONS~~~~

~RAPHAEL~

– With his infamous hotheadedness and quick capacity for battle, it’s of course natural at first for one to expect Big Bad Raphie-Boy to be completely opposed to the very thought of crying. He is the resident ‘tough guy’ after all.  

– However, this notion couldn’t be farther from the truth: sure, he can be brash, quick to temper and lash out at those that give him enough incentive to, but underneath that rockhard exterior beats the heart of a real softie, and when something truly upsets that tender muscle, you can bet Mr. Hothead’s not going to try too hard to keep the tears at bay. 

– He’s as passionate as he is headstrong, and reining in such powerful emotions proves to be difficult at most times for him, so out of the four of them, and given the right circumstances, Raph can be surprisingly easy to get the tears flowing.

-- He’s no crybaby by a long shot, mind you, but he also knows that holding back on the waterworks is pointless and makes one just feel worse in the long run. If you’re going to cry, just cry. Simple as that. 

-- Like all of his brothers, Red can’t handle the thought of losing any of his family and close friends. It tears him apart inside and he’ll desperately attempt to protect and prevent anything terrible from happening to them, but when it does, he’s an emotional wreck and doesn’t always know how to handle his distress.  

– His initial reaction is to be by their sides before becoming outraged, and depending on the different situations, it’s not uncommon for him to also nag and pass remarks at the injured brother(s). It’s the only real way of expressing his fear of losing them before dampness starts forming in his eyes.

– Despite his tough guy front, he’s not against crying in front of his family and friends at all. He knows his place and doubts a few tears will have them seeing  him in a different light, particularly his father/master and brothers for they’ve seen the worst in him on many occasions. 

– It’s only when a particularly harsh meltdown wishes to happen does Raph choose to spare them the sideshow; he knows it’s not a pretty sight, so before the sniffling begins, he leaves the Lair and heads topside for some much needed air.

– He chooses the nearby rooftops as his destination; the ideal location to let go of the ever building waves of raw emotion that continue to grip at his chest, and by the time he makes it up the fire escape ladder, he spares little time letting out a rough growl in frustration, kicking an air vent a couple of times for good measure.

 -- With some rage and frustration now out of his system, he heads on over to the brick wall and turns his back to it, roughly sliding down into a sitting position and exhales a dismal sigh. As he subconsciously replays the earlier events through his mind, he finally allows the next phase of his sorrow to surface unbridled. 

-- He dolefully holds his head in one hand and balances it on a single knee pad as the tears now begin to flow freely.

– They instantly soak into his mask, and he grits his teeth as he feels the surges of emotion wrack his entire body. He doesn’t characteristically whimper or sob when crying, but he coughs a lot, and his nostrils leak like a faucet, forcing him to frequently sniff and snort just in order to breathe. This is the very reason why he refuses to really break down in front of the the others; not because of his tenacity, but because he simply finds the whole affair gross. His family certainly didn’t need to hear him constantly hacking up a lung and sounding like an untuned trumpet every time he blew his nose.

– The episode doesn’t last too long, though, much to his delight, and after some more thorough nasal clearing, Raph then wipes at his still somewhat wet eyes and mask before drawing out another -now exhausted- sigh. 

-- He’d begin gradually twirling a single sai around whilst he collected his thoughts. It felt more natural to keep his hands busy than have them being static when he was feeling this way. As his demeanor altered, so did the actions he performed with it.  

– He wouldn’t return to his family just yet for there was still some brooding left to be done... At least that was what he’d convinced himself he was doing. He wanted a clear head when he returned so for now, he’d remain in place on the rooftop in the crisp air with the city bursting with life just below him. 

-- He had to admit, it was certainly the best place for him to be with his thoughts. Comforting in fact. A true New Yorker at heart.

BONUS EXTRA~

– Aside from having everyone special to him perish, one of Raph’s greatest fears is his inability to fully control his own temper. On more than one occasion has it gotten out of hand and thus resulted in him injuring his own brothers, and it had shaken him to the core each time. 

– He’s come to the realization that he is his own worst enemy when it comes to reigning in his own inner rage, and it uneases him immensely that it could happen again and he’s fully aware that the probability is higher than he cares to admit. The more he concerns himself with it, the more it upsets him and thus, the tears of frustration start. 

– Fortunately, his bros are there for him and can tell when he’s feeling low about it. They know the best course of action is to have a light-hearted conversation about it with him and offer their reassurances... With Mikey of course adding his own two cents on the matter in his unique Mikey style, which usually involves poking fun at his brother in red and causing Raph to go from broody to enraged in record breaking time. Just how it should be.

– Not only is Raph A-okay with crying himself, but he’s often first on the emotional support committee to offer the shoulder of comfort to his friends, amazingly enough, and he’s actually pretty decent at it too. Though, not for absolutely everyone; he has his limitations when he knows someone’s really just blubbering for attention.

– He wasn’t always so accepting of shedding tears, though: as a very young Turtle Tot, he often thought of it as being too ‘babyish’ for him to do and thus despised it whenever something happened to cause him to tear up. 

– It took Master Splinter a rather surprisingly lengthy amount of time to change his perception of crying. No amount of explanations on how it was a perfectly natural expression of emotion would sway his son. 

– It got so out of hand that Raph would be in utter denial about crying right in front of his father, even while the latter would be staring at his tear-stained face directly in front of him. “M‘not cryin’,” the little Turtle would sniff. “Cryin’s fah sissies.” 

-- Splinter could only sigh and shake his head as he knelt down to embrace his son. When could he feel that Raphael would not fight the closeness, he’d give him the same lecture again, and Raph would finally succumb to his emotions and sob into his father’s robe whilst Splinter comfortingly rubbed his shell.

-- He could only guess that his words finally got through to his son for ever since that day, Raph’s entire attitude had altered for the better on the subject.

BONUS EXTRA EXTRA FEMALE READER OR S/O EDITION~ (Can also use an OC/FC insert if you wish, up to you)

From the moment you entered the Lair, you could clearly see something was up; Mikey was nursing an obvious wrist injury with a bag of frozen peas and hovering around Donny’s work area, complaining about the swelling to the purple-banded Turtle, who appeared to be paying little attention towards his ‘younger’ sibling as his back was turned.

"Hi, (Y/N).” 

You visibly jumped at the voice behind you and briskly turned, only to meet Leonardo’s placid form, and he swiftly apologized for the start. 

After the formal greeting, you gestured with a thumb in confusion at the former scene with an added, “Do I want to know?”

The leader’s facial features altered to a more serious aspect. “The end result of testing Raph’s patience,” he offered, which instantly had you more than a little concerned. Sure, Mikey could come off as being annoying, but to go so far as to physically harm him? 

“Are you sure it’s not worse than ‘just a sprain’?” You overheard the injured brother asking Donny, whose focus remained on a contraption of sorts you couldn’t quite make out on his desk.

“Yes, Mikey, you’ll live,” he responded with just a hint of weariness. “But no swinging your nunchucks around for a coupla days,” which was met with a typical whine in response from his patient. 

“It’s really not as bad as he makes it out to be,” Leo then added, turning your attention back towards him. Though you didn’t express it, you were grateful to hear the good news.

"Where is he now?” 

“Topside most likely.” Of course. It didn’t surprise you in the least that Raph had chosen to head there and you quickly set a course for the surface. “Need an escort?” The leader in blue offered, to which you politely declined. You knew he needed no further explanation. 

As you pushed back the manhole cover and made your way towards the nearest fire escape ladder, you were unable to put aside the various speculations as to why your special Turtle would hurt his own brother... Well, you would be kidding yourself to say you didn’t have at least one very plausible theory in mind, but as you neared the top of the ladder, the guesswork was instantly dropped and replaced with trepidation for you knew how Raph felt about injuring family. 

To put it simply, you were going to be dealing with a very dejected Turtle, and true to form, as you peered over the top of the building, the iconic emerald green hide and red mask tails met your sight. 

This was Raph’s favorite spot to gather his thoughts after all, so it was a no-brainer decision to begin the search there, and it was clear as day that it was exactly what he was doing for he made no effort to acknowledge your presence as he remained seated against the wall in a slouching position and gaze locked out front. 

As expected, he appeared to be moping. “Hey, Raphie,” you greeted, clambering over the wall. 

You were unable to tell if he had been aware you were nearby for he made no prior indication but instead merely replied with a gloomy, “’Sup, Kiddo?” No movement whatsoever. 

It amused you whenever he chose to refer to you by that nickname, especially since you were both the same age, but as you ambled on over towards him, you were left anything but amused as your former notion was set in stone when you caught the telltale signs of wet stains under his eyes. “You okay?”

“Peachy.”

It wasn’t the first time you had witnessed ‘ol Red crying, but it didn’t prevent your heart from breaking all the same. Something about seeing the bullheaded bad boy in tears left you in a real state of dismay, so without invitation, you seated yourself next him, affectionately leaning against his side, but before the consoling could begin, you had to gently ask, “You wanna tell me what happened?”

“Ugh, it was so stupid! Mikey wouldn’t quit goin’ on n’ on about beatin’ me in the Battle Nexus tournament and kept rubbin’ it in our faces about becomin’ the champ,” he exclaimed with shockingly little provocation, sniffing loudly. “I jus’ got so sick’ve it this time, an’ it’s not like we neva duked it out before or nothin’ but... I went too far this time, (Y/N), ya know?” 

He still refused to look at you as he began to wipe away some fresh tears that were forming in his eyes.

Your assumption had been correct all along; you acknowledged full well how Mikey’s triumphant achievement grated on Raph’s last nerve and how the orange-banded Turtle would seek out every opportunity to gloat about it in a bid to purposely provoke his ‘older’ brother. “Well, you know Mikey, Raph,” you said, not quite sympathizing with the actions he took, but rather offering some support. “He tries to get under your shell on purpose.”

"Yeah, I know, but... Dat’s no reason ta clobber the guy. Not like that, anyway” You noted how his voice gradually lowered grievously and you couldn’t stop yourself from placing your head on his shoulder. 

“No, it isn’t, but...” you knew you were grasping at straws by this point, but still offered, “They say it’s not as bad as he makes it out to be.”

He sighed dolefully. “I lost control again, (Y/N),” and you could feel the vibrations beginning to surge through him. “No matta what I do, I jus’... I jus’ can’t...” He trailed off, wracked with emotions as he covered his face with one hand and allowed the tears to fall, a cough slipping here and there.

You heart bled for this boy, and more than anything right then, you longed to relieve him of the pain, so you did the only thing you could think of: be right there by his side, comforting him through the breakdown. “Oh, Raph. It’ll be okay,” you calmly whispered, slinking an arm around his carapace and shoulders, bringing him closer and lightly squeezing his bicep with your free hand. “It’ll be okay.”

He leaned into the much needed support and continued to allow his misery to flow forth. You didn’t mind in the least for it was exactly what he required in order to heal, and you would be there for him every step of the way.

AND THAT’S A WRAP!

ALL THE FEELS!! I EMBARRASS!!

WOOT, that’s Turt number two completed! Sorry it took a little longer than expected; I still feel rusty with sentence structure and all and am not entirely pleased with the outcome, but I did feel an improved ‘flow’ from the first so maybe things are slowly coming back to me? Or maybe it was the scenario; it felt more natural o write than Leo’s... Maybe cause Bloo Boi’s my fav Turt and I felt added pressure with his?

Oh well, Donny Boy’s next~

Thank you all so much for the read and hope you enjoyed~ :D

~Drag0n Mistr3ss’ Random Fandoms*

[bionicdragonguardian1]

Ranma 2/4

Part 3; Final: chapter 26-38

After this it’s on to good and proper timeline deliberation

These two are honest-to-God morons and I want to punch them in the face

*sigh* Ranma…

Y’know I almost had hope that this differed in the manga

Guess not

I DO NOT approve of alienation

However, getting emotional character development out of Ranma is like pulling teeth

So alienate away

Emotional Oof

THANK YOU!

*chuckles* Ryoga, you’re great

BREATHE

He’s dying don’t kill him early

FINALLY!

Ooo

didn’t see that coming

*tightly* I’m fine

okay, Ranma, you know what to do

*heaves giant ass sigh* RANMA!

*screams*

Look I know no chill, kay, shut up

RIP my shipping heart

*sighs* FUCK!

Not gonna lie, I’m Ranma

Careful, Akane might kill you

And with the way Hinako’s acting she deserves it

I’m actually with Nabiki on this one

I love how Ranma is rolling with this

Ooo that’s gonna sting

Those 3 are terrifying, honestly

Hinako, your timing is awful

STOP USING RANMA AS YOUR LANDING PAD SHAMPOO!

Ranma blubbering hurts WAY more than I thought it would

Ranma, you’re digging your own grave here

Someone call me when he learns his lesson FINALLY

*cringes* Yikes, tbh I can’t tell if she’s playing him

Ranma you shit

WHY

Why is it always Kuno?!

Oof this gonna hurt w Kuno’s understanding of Ranma’s curse

Expect all Ranma and Kuno- especially Ranko- interactions to hurt really bad

Ukyo, you’re an idiot

You too Ryoga

Honestly

Alright, that’s funny

Ukyo, you’re lucky they’re dumb

Oh God, you two are SO wrong, but I love it

Aaand what does that say about you two Akane?

Ooo I could make this really mean

It’s SO tempting

Well, that went nowhere

Poor Ranma

So many trans vibes, honestly

*screams* HOW? Who? WHY?!

Wha-wha-what?!?!

Ouch, that’s gonna sting SO bad

heheh

Ouch, that hurt surprisingly more than I thought it would

Further proof that Genma SUCKS

Just this once, gimme soft

PLEASE

Close enough…

Okay, this fight was AWESOME!!

*sigh* Why am I even surprised by Genma’s reasoning anymore?

If Ranma cries, Imma cry

Excuse me while I go scream

I literally don’t even know what to do with this

Chuck it in the fuck it bucket and move on, I guess

okay, the end was funny though

Soun, is that bird didn’t look out of it’s gourd I’d believe you

*Chucks whole birdhouse* “fair”

A+ pic of Ranma

In his defense, he can argue something else, they just won’t listen cuz Shampoo won’t go with the truth

Alright, so Shampoo is smart, but with Ranma she’s an idiot

Wouldn’t the smart idea be to send Ranma AND Akane in with all 4 objects at the start?

Ok, Shampoo Sleep-Fighting is funny

Ranma is so underwhelmed that he’s just not even caring anymore

How Kasumi the scariest one to be possessed

Alright, anything with Nabiki on the cover worries me

Holy Shit he played Nabiki

I’d be impressed if I wasn’t annoyed to hell

Let’s all be glad right now that Genma never mastered this

Where do you think he would’ve sent it?

My inclination’s the Tendos

If nothing else I’m impressed by Nabiki

Now play this man like a kazoo PLEASE

When Ranma lectures you on how you’re acting like kids, you done fucked up

I’m with Ranma

Are you sure Akane?

Cuz I’m not

Heheheheh

Thems the breaks Ranma

You deserve it

Holy Shit Ryoga, nice

Now, I understand that Pigs are your life, but you might be dead

And honestly, I don’t blame him

Okay, that one’s gonna hurt

No matter how you slice it

Morality, Ranma, I know you have it

I hate this

Ok, that was uncalled for

Ranma he’s gonna kill you

Also WTF are you thinking?!?

Oof

Wait… what?

I’m officially concerned

Ok, I actually kinda like this interlude

Akane… seriously, trust is a thing you need to learn

One would think she’d learn…

Okay, that is actually creepy

I would too Ranma, I would too

Jesus fucking Christ, you suck Happosai

LetRanmaMeetHisMomCOVID19!

Gemma you shit

Happosai, go fuck yourself

Nevermind, don’t let him meet her, this is ridiculous

“Where’s the fridge?” “Akane wanted it”

I shouldn’t’ve laughed as hard as I did

*sigh* I just want Ranma to have ONE normal parental figure in his life, is that too much to ask?!

I already hate this idea

He comes back Imma scream

Since when?

On what planet does penpal = boyfriend/girlfriend?

Ryoga, PICK ONE!

I’m getting annoyed with you Ryoga, which sucks cuz you’re one of my faves

Ryoga, how are you this gullible?

You deserved that Ranma

I would wish the fate of being Kuno’s wife on no one

Ever

Congrats Ukyo you’ve actually made me freak out

I don’t appreciate it

At all

*shudders*

Oh this is SO weird

Of y’all keep making comments like this WHY do you keep trying?!

Nevermind it’s Hiroshi and Daisuke, they’re in the know

I’m going to say it again

AKANE LEARNS TO SWIM LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!

This is why you don’t buy cheap food people

I can’t lie, I’ve been waiting for Akane to get possessed

That moment when the ghost is honestly being a bit too sensitive

Actually, he didn’t, so shut up

I could make the Hawaiian thing so Explicit

But I won’t, cuz y’know consequences and stuff

I’m not going to ask how Ashura drowned at Josenkyo

Taro, quit being a dick, you turn into a Minatour-like thing

God he’s dumb

When Crazy and Crazy wanna duke it out, Ranma’s got the right idea

Excuse me, what?!

Ooo, now you’ve made Akane mad, run

Wtf is wrong with you, Kodachi, he’s literally unconscious!

I think that was almost character development?

I can’t tell

Ranma should not look that good in a suit

Whoa, she actually like… said it

Damn

Everyone’s got 4 sec to start treating Ranma like a person

Oof, right in his pride

Akane, I need you to stop being cute for 3 sec so I can focus

Yeah, I ain’t making it dormant

Ranma, I can’t tell if this is sexism or jealousy, either way it looks ugly on you

“At least he’s scaring the cats” harsh Kasumi

Okay, so I’m 90% sure it’s just jealousy, which better but still ugh

Ranma, you can be kickass when Akane is too

Ya goddamn moron

I’m going to beat that into him

There will probs be some angst about that

Not gonna lie

Look I’m good at it

Sorry

Ranma, if you want to get MURDERED that’s the way to do it

Smooth one, idiot

Called out

You better do this right or I swear, I’ll kill you myself, Ranma

I believe that is a fail

Of epic proportions, congrats

You NEED to learn to keep your mouth shut Soun

Awww

But he’s not lying!

Ranma, just run, she’s actually pissed this time

FUCKING RUN!

Alright, Akane, NO

You’re playing into the patriarchy

Oh, right… 80’s...

I’m changing that!!

Oh My God PLEASE tell me Ranma gets deaged!! Please!

Ranma’s got more patience for assholes than I do

Jesus

Hah

He deserved that

Part of me wants to see Kasumi actually get pissed off

YES!!

I LOVE degaging plots!

Ranma, I want you to math that one out, just a little

YES!

I am LIVING for this!

There is so much wrong with that sentence Kodachi

Ok, that was a little too cruel Akane

Someone either get Mousse recognized as Legally Blind

Or someone get him glasses that work!

Either one, but PLEASE

I just got a “draw me like one of your french girls” joke from a horse

Even though the widespread joke is LITERALLY at least 30 years later than this image

OOF

Ice Cold

We’re running out of chapters for her to find out

She better have a canon way of doing it otherwise I’m gonna be really mean with it…

Bean… Gun… Plant…

Eh Seen weirder

Aww Valentine’s Day chapter!

Yes!

Poor Ranma

These two are blind to each other

Heheh

Aww

I love these dorks

Heheh oops, busted

I still just find the principal an honest annoyance

Wait… when did Ranma start wearing a school uniform?

Congrats Miss Hinako!

I just now realized that I’m going to have write someone who is ok with having a female chest

Gag me with a spoon

Bleh

I’m bad at that

I really do want to give Ranma clothes that do actually fit his female form

Ranma needs to look at the terms and conditions of good curse

Cuz this is getting creative

Uh oh

Ranma you have a brain, please use it

Hehe, she’s doing her body laundry

Oh shit

THANK YOU SOUN!

Fucking Happosai

Why are you the actual worst!

Oh shit

Goddammit Nodoka

That one was ALL on you

I expected this from Nabiki, but wtf Nodoka?!

Happosai you twisted fuck

Heheheh alright that’s funny

If nothing else Shampoo is sneaky

WHY is that the only way to undo it?!

Poor Akane she is so lost

Aw, poor Ryoga

Definitely not, Akane, but thank you for posing that question

Thank you for calling him out on his ego

This would be hilarious to see this before anyone had any bit of a clue about Ranma’s two forms

Also, Ranma, you need to keep her safe from the Kunos 

 *sigh* Akane, you’re wrong 

 Ooo, not good 

 And that is what no self control looks like folks 

 What is with that ending? 

 And this is what manipulation look like folks 

Also, y’know, robbing someone blind 

 I’m assuming this is Konatsu and I love them already 

 I’m using they/them cuz I’m unsure of what pronouns to use 

 Y’know I thought the Cinderella thing was a joke, turns out I was wrong 

 I do not understand Konatsu’s thought process w Ukyo at all 

 Also, can you not knock them out? 

 I am forgetting the name of that one Hero from Supergirl but if my understanding Konatsu is correct I’m DEFINITELY going to do that

Yeah, that’s NOT how that’s gonna go over 

 Okay, can we all agree that the trick Kuno used on Ranma is HORRIBLE, right? 

 Wholeass mood for Ranma 

 Like you two need to shut up 

 I just want Ranma to wear a sun shirt and trunks to the beach ONCE 

Ryoga… how are you so lost that you came up through the ground? 

Ranma, how are you both a dick and a good friend at the same time? 

 Just tell me How on Earth did Akari justify the hot water for Ryoga with revealing that he’s Pchan 

 I’d like to think that’d be something they wouldn’t skip over 

 No questions, just punches a grave 

 Why does that grave hit back? 

 Honestly Nodoka almost finding is stressing me out 

 I could be SO angsty with the Neko-ken Fear thing 

 Someone tell me not to I’m that much of an asshole 

So glad that she’s apparently gonna learn bc I would’ve been SO mean 

God, Genma you actually suck 

 Oh, thank God she’s not too smart 

 The fact that he’s 300% ready to die is actually depressing 

 That was actually quite touching

If we ignore the way Ranma phrasing that is just plain wrong

Uhm… what?

 C-can she do that?

I hope not

God, you two are so dumb!

Is her definition of “manly” emotionless?!

Bitch, have a heart!

Oh God make them ALL leave! ALL OF THEM!

You feel? You said “you’re leaving”

 Ranma, the fact that you didn’t put that together I can’t help you Like my dad says “I can’t fix stupid”

The fact that he feels the need to run screaming from his own house…

Nabiki, WHY

I’m convinced at this point that there is something Nabiki HATES about Ranma and that’s why she’s making his life a living hell

Cuz you do realize at least ⅓ of his problems are because she told someone something that was private

I can’t tell if that’s an insult or a backhanded comment

Either way, RUDE

I can’t tell, is that Konatsu or is that Tsubasa?

Must go back and check cuz Akane’s comment about “trasvestite and a homosexual” confused me since Ranma mentioned being “the first male kunoichi”But then who HAS TO BE Tsubasa says they’re a straight guy

*sigh*

 Yep, nope, that’s Konatsu

My understanding was that Konatsu was like actually trans in canon

Apparently I mixed that up

I’m making it canon

 MtF Konatsu

 Bisexual Konatsu

One of these days someone is going to teach people to cook before assuming they know what they’re doing

 Seriously It’s not that hard

Did they seriously just try to marry an unconscious Akane to Ranma?!

What The Fuck?!

Aww, she’s cute

Ryoga has a bad sense of direction, but he’s never missed before…

Okay, that’s a little strange

Why is she hatching?

Poor Mousse

Lol, that was so sweet until Ranma was dumb

It’s still sweet, who am I kidding

“Do I look like I wear Totoro underwear” oh that’s GOLDEN

Le shit

 Firstly, Genma is still and idiot

Second, how is he already in Moscow?!

Third, why do I find this hilarious

Oh fuck

YES Kick her ass Akane!

I’m confused

Ok, was heralding back to the first chapter intentional?

Why does he have the staff in the bath?

Ok, I THINK I know what’s happening here…

Oof Can you two leave?

Ok, I was DEAD wrong

Wait…

If she…

If the DROWNED AKANE Imma commit murder

Damn, if you wanna piss off Ranma that’s how you do it

I don’t know why anyone would think pissing him off is smart

Oh, thank God, she’s okay

What is with this kid?

Why is he such a pain in the ASS?!

So I know she’s not dead

Unless SEVERAL DOZEN Fanfics have lied to me

Which is entirely possible since they were all listed as AUs

Uhm… Ranma… you okay?

Good, get him out cuz he’s clearly in shock

 This hurts

Okay, hate to be the one who complains that Akane’s not dead, but that doesn’t track

At all

Can I rescience this?

Please?

Am I going to be an ass about it, probably, but it’s me no one should be surprised by that in any way

“Honored and crazy guest” I mean, accurate

Alright, Shampoo you’ve got exactly 1 chance

Then I’ll maybe apologize for calling you names constantly

Oh I am gonna be such an asshole in this scene

Also extend it some

Oh, God I could be such a dick

I’ll restrain

I’ll just write one-shots instead

Mousse do the right thing

You have a Moral Compass I know that!

“Anytime THIS YEAR!” Damn the witty quips

Yeah, but you won morally

That’s what’s important

Why the Scooby-Doo line?

Go Ranma!

Ok, so that comment about Ranma basically fighting a God is NOT an overstatement

Noted

Congrats Ranma you made me Google a word

Turns out it is a word that had its height of use in the 80s

Neat

Explains why I had no clue what it meant

Someone shoot those damn chicken brains OUT OF THE SKY!

 “Only rocks”, rocks Ryoga just confirmed are 3 Tons

*sigh* I’m gonna have to physics the shit out of that

Joy

I cannot tell you the amount my heart dropped when I saw a full color double spread

Jesus Christ

DAMN

You’re gonna make me cry, dammit

Aww

YAY!

Heheh poor Ranma

Chill, hun, you’re good

Aww he’s tiny!

WHAT IS WITH YOU 2?!

STOP trying to marry your kids while they’re unconscious!

I’m not crying you are!

*tightly* I’m fine

Kodachi LET IT GO

 Literally everyone else too! I hate you all

Just so it’s on the record I’m pissed

Ok, so “back to the start” is definitely an oversimplification because Akane knows Ranma loves her Ranma knows she knows

Akane! Your turn!

Ooo, IDEA!

[binnie-binnie-bambam]

where I’ve been...?

hey. I feel like I owe y’all an explanation as to where I’ve been for the last 3 months. but imma put it the whole big detailed story under the cut just in case y’all don’t care haha and coz I don’t wanna clog up people’s feed with my incessant rambling.

TL;DR: I’ve been through 3 months of mental hell and that took a big toll on everything, including my love of a lot of things, so I’ve been struggling but I’m gonna try to be on here more and I’m sorry for being away for so long and not saying anything about it. Thank you to everyone who has tagged me in things and sent me messages during this time, I have seen it, I promise, even if I haven’t been in the right headspace to respond, you have made this time even just a bit more bearable, and for that I thank you greatly.

so yeah, things have been rough to say the least. I want to explain what’s been going on because I’ve always been pretty open on here and I know a lot of other people struggle with the same things so I don’t feel so alone. basically, I’ve fallen into another awful depression. I’ve lost my passion and drive and desire, I’ve lost the ability to find joy in things, I have no interest in hardly anything at all, I’m just not...me...right now.

I mean, my whole summer was crazy busy because I was spending almost all of my time doing wedding prep for my best friend/cousin’s wedding so I really didn’t have much time for myself and if I did, I was too exhausted to do anything I wanted to do. that’s when my partial inactivity started. I also started to see a new psychiatrist over the summer and he started me on new meds around August. since August, over a span of ~5 months, I’ve been on and off 6+ new meds, being treated for severe anxiety, panic attacks that resurfaced after being free of them for over 4 years, severe depression, ADHD, and trying different things to see if I had bipolar, as well as having a heart condition, thyroid issues, and fibromyalgia all going haywire.

I was pretty much ok through September, aside from some not so fun side effects that got me on and off 3 new meds in that month alone. like my mood and motivation and everything was fine, we had the engagement party and bachelorette party at the beginning of the month, I got to spend a bunch of time with the guy I have a (stupid) crush on, I was busy, things were going pretty great, honestly. but October rolled around. the first half wasn’t so bad, we had a girls’ trip for a weekend sort of as a last hoorah before my best friend got hitched and that was a lot of fun and I’m super thankful I was able to go, especially since I originally thought I wasn’t going to be able to make it due to family circumstances.

and wedding prep continued on, until I was driving over to my aunt’s house for the last day of prep and things started to hit me. my aunt and I got really close this past year and this was the last time I was spending with her for a long time, like sure we see each other once in a while but I was going over there and going shopping with her and doing all sorts of stuff multiple times a week and I think I just got scared of the idea that I was facing a new normal all over again when my normal had already changed so drastically at the beginning of last year. and also the fact that my best friend was getting married and moving an hour away when she used to be 10 minutes away and I saw her all the time. like we had the rehearsal dinner the Sunday before the wedding and my oldest cousin made this speech (because she knew she’d be sobbing too much to actually make it at the wedding) and she talked about us three girls as kids growing up and all this stuff about my best friend and how perfect her fiance was for her and it was just all really sobering I guess?

and I spent a lot of nights that week writing and rewriting a letter to the couple and I definitely spent most of that time sobbing over everything and sometime that week my mood just plummeted. my dad got /really/ concerned because the change in me was /so/ drastic but there wasn’t much we could do with only a few days until the wedding so we just hoped for the best and waited till my appointment with my psychiatrist to figure out the next step. I ended up getting a migraine at the wedding (I know it was from stress and from being so upset) so I couldn’t have a good time like I wanted to and I knew I’d regret it and I definitely regret it but I can’t change anything now. I got to hug the bride and groom goodbye just as they were leaving and I’ve never struggled so hard trying not to cry, which I mean, my best friend was sooo close to becoming a sobbing mess hugging me too, and the groom, well he was a blubbering mess (he’s a very emotional dude, all three of us have sobbed watching movies together, we’re a sight lmao) so I didn’t feel too strange haha. but it was a really weird feeling and it was really hard to sleep at the hotel that night. we drove home in the rain the next morning and did absolutely nothing the entire day.

then the news hit about Woojin and I spent my Monday night quite literally sobbing myself to sleep. at that time, I was still pretty new to skz but it still hurt like hell and I know my depression warped the emotions out of proportion but it was still so incredibly painful. but nothing could prepare me for the news about Wonho. nothing. I was already so deep into my depression and that just, I still don’t even have words. something hasn’t hit me that hard in I don’t even know how long. I couldn’t even cry, it took me over 2 months to cry about it because it just hurt too much. I still can’t listen to any of their music, I can’t even see photos of them without bursting into tears, and I’m ashamed at myself for being so attached to something that I react this badly, but even more so, I’m upset with myself that I can’t support them when they need it most because it causes me so much physical and emotional pain I just can’t deal with it. I’m not giving up on them, god no, I know it probably sounds like I am, but I swear I’m not. I love them way too much for that. it’s not even possible to describe how much mx and Wonho mean to me, I’m not giving up on them, I’m just handling things in my own way at my own pace, I guess.

from then on, things just spiraled out of control. on and off more meds, more and more problems arose, I really felt like I could not keep my head above water. and on top of it, I had the 7th anniversary of my grandma’s death in early November and the 10th anniversary of my grandfather’s death in early December and to say the least, that did not have the best effect on my mental health. it’s been 3 months of pretty much hell. I genuinely have /no/ interest in things I used to do, none of my hobbies, everything, and I mean everything, is a chore. it’s still like this. but I’m trying to do more to fix it. I’m seeing my doctor next week and I just spent 6 weeks getting another med out of my system so hopefully when I see him, he’ll try something new and we’ll actually make progress instead of taking 2 steps forward and 8 steps back. I haven’t lost hope yet.

there’s been many, many times in these past few months where I’ve felt like I’ve already hit rock bottom and I’m just waiting for the final blow to finish me off. but, if I’m being completely honest, what’s kept me going has been my really close friends on here that have stuck with me this whole time and my love for kpop which thankfully, god thank you, hasn’t diminished whatsoever despite everything. I can confidently say, I wouldn’t still be here without my friends, you know who you are my loves. y’all keep my world turning and no matter how painful it can get sometimes, I wouldn’t have made it this far, I wouldn’t want to keep going, I wouldn’t owe my life to you guys, so thank you, more than words can express. I love you all to the moon and back. and then some.

so this has just been paragraphs upon paragraphs of me rambling so I really don’t know why you would’ve stayed and read the whole damn thing, but if you did, thank you, I feel a lot better getting things off my chest. and this isn’t to say I’m back completely, I can’t guarantee how active I’ll actually be, but I’ll do my best to spend some more time on here because I genuinely do miss this place and all the amazing people in it. I’m so sorry I’ve been gone so long, especially without any real explanation. I’m going to do my best to rediscover my love for things, I may have lost it for a time, but it’s not gone completely.

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until next time, this has been “aly won’t shut up”. thank you and goodnight, I love y’all

[disabledwarrior]

Alright imma tell a story abt my older brothers dog, a big clumsy mastiff mix named diablo

Diablo despite his name is the sweetest boy youll ever meet, he gets nervous when my brothers play fight and shoves himself between em to make em stop, stuff like that

Anyways i used to exercise on an excersize bike we have in our living room and in an act of probably self hate (bcus i used to be a jock and now im a bedridden lyme case) id push myself wayyyy past my limit. One day after such a session i got off and while walking back to my room my legs gave up on me and i fell in the hallway Very hard

Both my dogs (diablo and my little rescue mutt bumble) rushed over and where all nervous abt it cus i was crying

So I was home alone on the floor crying, trying to get up and flopping back down bcus my limbs just wherent having it

Diablo layed next to me and i assumed he was trying to comfort me so i hugged him around his neck still a crying blubbering mess

He then started trying to drag me back to my bed.

This kindve got me off gaurd, he managed to pull me to the kitchen door (bout halfway to my room) and i tried to get a grip on the doorframe to stand up again

Anyways, ever since then whenever anyone in my house does the excersize bike diablo will follow them around immediately afterwards for awhile till hes content that they wont fall

If i do the excersize bike he'll follow me till im back in my bed everytime without fail

[katieamazeballs]

DWTS Tour recap!

Hey y’all! Here’s my (ever entertaining) tour recap! First of all, we are so grateful to this beautiful lady for giving us tickets for Christmas and coming with us. She was a little reluctant to go considering we told her we’d be leaving the house at 3 and returning God only knows when. But she wanted pics with the pros to brag to her Zumba friends. Imma say our experience delivered. She can’t wait to go next year!

After killing time with endless Jenga battles, we left at 3 to head downtown.

(Y’all should be impressed)

We got downtown, parked, and walked to the bus in hopes we’d see someone. Low and behold......

Abs Boo Thang was exiting the bus at that moment! He was in a rush but came over for a pic and a quick chat. She asked him if he remembered her from last year and he was like “Oh, yeah, of course!” (Bwahahaha). In typical fangirl Katie fashion....I totally forgot to give him his note 🤦🏻‍♀️ or get a pic with him. I’m so bad at this 😂. Abs asked where Wit was right as Carson was getting off the bus. Alan walked over and told him to go get Wit as they were walking into the venue. We stood there and the security lady came over and told us we couldn’t stand there so we left to do a lap of the venue. When we walked to the other side of the bus, we saw a couple way in the distance walking and my mom said “That could be Val and Jenna!” We watched for a second and I saw that mother truckin fanny pack strapped across the man’s chest and I was like “Holy crap it is!!!!” So we walked towards them hoping they’d turn down that sidewalk and not go towards the back of the venue. We leaned against a wall and “got busy on our phones” and put Abs on “see if they come this way” duty. She goes “Um....they are and Val just waved at me!” So we waited till they got closer and turned to wait. They stopped and Val said hello to us and Abs latched herself onto Jenna. My mom told them they were a beautiful couple and asked for a picture

I took one with Val while Abs latched herself back onto Jenna.

I asked him to sign my book and he laughed when I told him I carried that damned thing through MVP and forgot to ask him then

While he was signing, I got a pic with this gorgeous love

Then Abs latched herself onto Val. I went to take a pic and got this absolute gem

Abs is a little salty that she didn’t get one with Val alone but it worked out because somehow the one of her and Jen didn’t take (I think because he asked me a question and I turned to talk to him). We chatted a minute and I completely forgot to ask the questions I had planned (as big of a game as I talk...I’m a total blubbering idiot in front of them). Jen was surprised to see his book without the jacket because she hadn’t seen it naked before. My mom told her it was because I didn’t want it to get messed up in my purse and Val was like “that’s damn smart!” They left and I hollered “Oh my God come back! I have notes for you! I’m such a terrible fangirl in person”. Jenna laughed and Val told me I held it together better than most.

After that encounter we went back to the bus. The security lady chased us off again so we did a lap. My mom was saying she really hoped to meet Sasha and Emma. Abs wanted to meet Ruby. We stopped by the buses again and out walked the Farber family! My mother’s jaw hit the dirt! She went all blubbery fan girl and threw her phone in my direction for a picture

Abs asked if she could pet Ruby and they told her she could, if Ruby let her, because she has some anxiety issues. She was successful and says she is so soft.

Abs wanted a pic with Sasha AND Ruby so....

Abs then started talking to Emma.  She asked her if she remembered her from last year.  Emma also replied “Oh, sure I do”.  Abbie said “I still don’t know why I cried, I think I was overwhelmed”.  Emma’s lightbulb turned on and she got all excited “Oh my goodness!  I DO remember you!  We met over there!  Your mum took a video!”  This is the moment my love for Emma exploded.  She was already a fave, then we met last year and she was so sweet, then she somehow actually remembered us and holy crap y’all! 

(Y’all take note of that lady back there in the red jacket.  Homegirl was more and more pissed at every pic that we took. Jacksonville security hates me and my fangirl self)

 Since Big Bad Security Lady was real deal pissed off after Abs petted Rubes, we decided it was best to take another lap.  When we came back, Carson was standing there.  He is ADORABLE in person.  Like HOLY CRAP!  I asked him if I could take a picture.  He looked behind him then looked back at me and said “Me?”  I said, “Yep!”.  He lit up and was like “No one ever wants a picture with me!  Heck yeah, I’ll take a picture!”  Abs asked him to tell Wit she said hi and I gave him her note (because I finally got my shit together).

(Wit better look out.  Imma swoop in on her man)

The world’s friendliest security lady was eyeing us again so another lap was made.  When we came back, my mom decided she was “old and needed to check her phone” so we leaned up against a tree in direct defiance of the security nazi.  Out popped this beautiful man.  Holy Crap, y’all.  He is flippin gorgeous in person.  I mean like WHOA!  He laughed when I tried to take a picture because he’s real deal tall and I’m real deal short. He grabbed my phone and took the pics for us.  Ha! Words can not describe the beauty that is Gleb in person.  My mom kept saying how handsome he is. 

Right when Gleb left, this adorable human came out.  My mother’s face says it all.  He is just precious!  So kind, so baby faced, so very precious.

At this point, Meet and Greet had started so we wandered around to go see if we could tell who was inside because we still hadn’t found Joe, Artem, Hayley, Britt, or Wit.  I went around back while my mom and Abs held that tree up, which made the security lady’s day.  I saw Wit and Artem inside mingling so I knew we were pretty out of luck and went to collect the lurkers to go grab dinner.  My mom wanted to sit and watch M&G for a bit and all of us were in absolute awe of the beauty of Wit while she and Artem were happily selfieing (yeah, I made that a verb, deal with it) with the fans.  My mom couldn’t get over how the people in there paid that much money for tickets and we had met more than half the cast on our own terms. We went back out front for one more glance before dinner and somehow Artem was at the bus.  I was waving my squad over while I gave him his card and asked for a picture and he was reeeaaaallll skeptical.  He said “It depends, how many people are over there”. I said “Just me” as I am frantically waiving.  He cut his eyes at me and said “Are you suuuuuuure?”  I told him it was just my mom and daughter (as they finally moseyed over there) and he laughed and told me the guard was oddly insistent about them not talking to the fans at the bus for some reason and she was scary. 

Y’all….here’s where I show you a zoom in of Attila the Hun (from the background of our Esha encounter)…..who is not even a little impressed with the fact that we were at this show.  Artem was scared of her, my mother….not even a little.   

 We went and had some pizza, got our souveniers (including a mug for Bestie that I SWEAR Imma mail tomorrow), and went to the show.  Y’all….the show is AMAZING!  I liked it a lot more than last year!  The dances were amazing, the dialogue was hysterical.  My mom’s favorite part was Emma’s Elvis dance and the couple segment. Abs favorite dance was “The One Where Alan Is Shirtless”….so pretty much all of it.  My favorite was the flag dance.  I had seen clips of the drool worthy dance and of Sasha running out at the end.  What I hadn’t seen was that he runs out and in approx 5 times as the guys look at him like he’s insane.  He finally comes out with some tiny yard marking stake flag and starts waving it frantically, whacking Val with it.  I about peed myself!

 After the show, we went out to the buses and met up with Abs’ friend and her mom. We chit chatted and the actual DWTS Security guy came out.  He told us that the curfew was 10 (it was about 9:15) and that when he came and told us no one else was coming, we had to leave because the buses had to roll out right at 10.  He told us to respect the “very secure, military grade bike racks that were provided to us and no pushing or shoving.  A (very nice) arena security guy lamented the fact that no one ever wants to take a picture of him....then cracked up when I said “Oh, but I do!” and I did.

Joe came out and went directly on the bus, Alan came out and mingled (and cut me out of our selfie….brat),

Sasha came out and mingled for a loooooong time.  He made sure everyone got to talk to him and take their pictures.  He was great this tour! 

Most of the pros came out and went straight to the bus due to time.   At one point someone yelled “Hi Carson!”  The girl next to her said “That’s his last name, you idiot!” so she then yelled “Well, Hi Mr Witney!”  He chuckled and waved and went on the bus.  Abbie goes “Their last name is McAllister” and we all died laughing because it was hysterical.  Jenna came out and got some stuff out of the bus and that’s when I heard her say to someone on the staff “Actually, Val and I are…..” and now we know they went to Jersey. Witney came out to mingle and Abs lost her collective fan girl shit.  She absolutely LOVES Witney.  My mom couldn’t get over how stunningly beautiful Wit is in person and without makeup.  She is absolutely gorgeous.

When Wit came over to us Abs was in tears and Wit asked her name.  She told her Abbie and Wit said “Oh!  Carson told me you said hello!  I read your note!”  Abs’ friend’s mom managed to catch it all in pics and it’s adorable. 

After Wit, Britt came out but only got to about half the crowd (not us.....sigh).  Emma came out and security told her she couldn’t see anyone so she gave the crowd an air hug and told us she loved us and thanked us all for coming out as security was ushering Britt out and onto the bus.  As we were walking to the cars, Abs and her friend were catching up on some middle school gossip and her mom and I were exchanging tour stories. I brought up a picture of Shai’s hat and she was like OMG!  You’re on tumblr!  I still haven’t decided if I’m embarrassed or flattered, but this is gonna be so much fun!  Y’all…..she’s my kindred Valenna believer.  @edsy914

 All in all it was an amazing night that capped off a pretty damn epic weekend.  We got to meet everyone but Joe, Hayley, and Britt.  We all can’t wait to go next year!

[5hfanfiction]

Signing Off - Chapter 19

A/N: Omg hi, it’s a year later and i’m sorry I abandoned y’all (like C did to 5h but that’s not the point) Oh shit? do you hear that? That’s the sound of C stans or ot5 fans clicking off this fic right about now. Ah… shit. Imma shut up now and let y’all read this update, it took a year to pump out and it’s absolute shit so my apologies. Camila’s POV I sat on the idea of accepting the role for this movie for a few days. The thought of Lauren and Normani having a rather close relationship still lingered in my brain. I knew they were only friends but how much closer could they get if I weren’t in the picture? I knew Lauren wouldn’t betray me like that but I had always been a jealous person. No matter how much I tried, my jealousy would always get the best of me. My instincts tell me to hurt them before they hurt me but I didn’t want to hurt Lauren. More importantly, I didn’t want to lose her either. I knew I probably should’ve been more communicable with Lauren about my uneasiness but I also didn’t want Lauren to think I didn’t trust her. Because I did trust her, I still do, it’s myself that I didn’t trust. I took the role. I had called Roger a little less than a week after my date with Lauren. He was very excited that I gave him a call and he started to finalize all of the details for the film. My days with Lauren were dwindling so we had decided to spend every waking moment with each other. We cooked together, we read together, we did everything together and it just felt so domestic, I was going to miss that. Lauren and I had a date every few days. Most of the time, it was just us going to grab some fast food or a slushee but I still considered them dates as long as I was with her. “Good morning.” My girlfriend whispered in my ear as I stirred awake. “Morning.” I mumbled, turning around to face her. “You leave tonight.” The green eyed beauty pouted. I chuckled, “Who needs a calendar when you can have a Lauren Jauregui.” “Not everyone can have a Lauren Jauregui.” My girlfriend joked back. There was a short silence that followed our short banter. “I’ll miss you.” I said, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Finally! I’ll be free of you! I needed a break from having you around me 24/7.” She joked before relenting after I gave her a pointed look. “I’ll miss you too, babe. We’ll FaceTime almost everyday though, right?” I gave her a tight lipped smile, “I’ll try to.” “When do you get to come home again?” The other YouTuber asked, breaking our eye contact and beginning to trace a light pattern on my hand with her thumb. “I don’t know.” I sighed. “Roger said that we’re predicted to be done by March” The green eyed girl stayed silent for a moment. "Do you know how long you’ll be filming for?” “About three months.” I answered. When Lauren didn’t reply I decided to change the subject slightly, feeling guilty that I had been withholding it from her. “My ex-girlfriend is playing my love interest.” “Oh.” The other YouTuber gulped. “Why did you guys break up?” “It was a mutual decision, honestly. We grew apart and had different aspirations in life. She had a role on Broadway so she had always been off in rehearsals or parties with her cast mates. I didn’t mind since I threw myself into my YouTube career. I had photoshoots and meetings to distract myself from missing her.” I explained. “I didn’t know you had an ex-girlfriend.” Lauren responded. I shrugged, “Our relationship was private for the most part, I never really posted pictures with her nor was she ever in any of my videos.” “How long have you known about her being in the film too?” Lauren insecurely asked. “Since the day after our date.” I truthfully told her and I immediately saw her look away. “I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.” “You still should’ve told me.” I could sense a little insecurity in her voice. “You don’t still have feelings for her… right?” She hesitantly asked. “Laur, look at me.” I requested. When she complied I continued, “She was my first love, so I’ll always love her. But that doesn’t matter because i’m not in love with her, I’m in love with you.” I softly kissed her lips to reassure her. “Please never forget that.” I whispered when I pulled back. After a long pause, my girlfriend finally responded. “Okay. I trust you.” I smiled and searched her eyes for any hint of doubt, but I didn’t see any. “Okay. Can we get breakfast now? I’m starving.” “Sure, babe, I’ll be the chef and put together an exquisite meal for you.” My girlfriend yelled while jumping up from the bed and running towards the kitchen. I shook my head at her antics and took my time washing up. When I finally sauntered in the kitchen I saw Lauren sitting at the table, phone in hand, munching on a bowl of cereal. “What took you so long? Your cereal is probably soggy by now.” She said with her cheeks full of cereal. “A bowl of soggy cereal is your supposed exquisite meal?” I laughed examining the floppy Frosted Flakes in my bowl. “Yep! Just call me Chef Lauren! Gordon Ramsey who?” She beamed. I laughed, “You’re such an idiot.” “But I’m your idiot.” We sat in a comfortable silence. Lauren was preoccupied with something on her phone while I quietly ate my cereal. It was times like these that I’d miss most, times where we’d sit in comfortable silence but one of us would crack a joke and we wouldn’t even have to be touching but I’d still feel close to her. I continued to eat my soggy cereal while toying with the promise ring that Lauren had given to me in Rome and smiled. “I love Lauren Jauregui” I thought to myself. This movie shoot is one small bump in the road of Lauren and I’s relationship together. Lauren’s POV I’m not going to lie, the fact that Camila was going to be on the other side of the planet to me with her ex-girlfriend scared me shitless. Even though she had spent the past few weeks reassuring me that there would be nothing going on with them, I was still skeptical about her being her love interest. I mean that means they’re gonna have to kiss and stuff right? What if there’s a sex scene? They’d be naked together! However, I trust Camila. If she said there’d be nothing between them, I believe her. I looked at my girlfriend across the table, eating my soggy masterpiece in bliss before leaning over to kiss her temple quickly. “What was that for?” The brunette YouTuber asked, beaming at me. “Nothing, I just love you and I’m going to miss you.” I replied contentedly. “I’ll miss you too, my love.” She responded, entwining our hands over the dining table. *** “Babe, your flight leaves in an hour and a half, let’s go!” I called from the front door of my girlfriend’s house. “One second!” Camila called out from upstairs, tripping over her luggage as she sprinted to grab the remaining clothes she had yet to pack. “You said one second like 10 minutes ago, Camz.” I chuckled, walking through the door of her bedroom just in time to witness my girlfriend trying to shove the clothes into her luggage. “I was going to pack sooner but I passed out after you insisted on going three more rounds!” The petite Cuban defensively said. I smirked, “It’s not my fault you can’t keep up.” “My stupid Mario Kart dude wouldn’t go any faster! And he was like a banana magnet!” She huffed, frustrated her luggage won’t close and how I had brought up our Mario Kart tournament. “I kept trying to avoid them but he always found a way back to them.” “Right… blame the character, not the driver.” I winked before moving to shut the luggage with ease. “I’m gonna put this in the car, you finish grabbing everything else, okay babe?” I loaded my girlfriend’s luggage into the car and waited patiently, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel. Minutes later, she came out bringing her purse and a small bag. “Ready to go?” I asked, intertwining our hands in her lap. “Sadly, yes, I am.” She sighed. “Alright,” I stopped to check my imaginary watch, “We’ve got an hour and 15 minutes to get you there and on that plane! And with LA traffic, you’ll be there with plenty of time to spare!” I said sarcastically. “Yeah, yeah, shut up and drive.” My girlfriend demanded, rolling her eyes. We made it to LAX with about 45 minutes to spare. I went with her throughout the airport til about as far as I could go, but by now we were both crying. “Goodbye, my love.” I choked out, looking like a blubbering mess. We embraced each other in a gut crushing hug. “I love you so much. I’ll call you whenever I can.” The petite brunette mumbled through her tears. “Final boarding call for Flight 1218 to Rome.” We heard a flight attendant announce over the intercom. I proceeded to passionately crash my lips against my girlfriend’s. I never wanted it to end. This would be the last kiss that I get from my girlfriend for who knows how long? The kiss tasted like her chapstick mixed with the saltiness from our tears. Camila began to walk away, our hands still intertwined. I decided to yank her back and kiss her once more. In this kiss, however, I snuck my tongue in there, making both of our knees go weak and a tingling between my thighs. “Now you can go.” I said, pulling away before things got more heated. “I love you, have a safe flight!” I watched my girlfriend enter the gate and my heart sank a little. I quickly took my phone out and sent a text. To: Camz I miss you already. I then took my time wandering back to my car. I hadn’t spent more than a day without Camila, I didn’t know how I’d do with three months.

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[A/N]: Find this story on wattpad here

Happy Anniversary H4RMONY! 

[maurzbar]

(i got extra hella 420 deep and whipped out the good ole external harddrive and found this piece i never shared??? i think it was for a fic tbh its not properly labeled but i like it still so imma put it here in case i lose it)

The cab smelt like pennies dipped in hydrochloric acid. Like a science experiment gone south. It smelt like body odor and cigarette smoke. It smelt like a 21st birthday party and the walk of shame. I licked my lips, wiping away the last drops of gin with my tongue. It felt numb and fat in my mouth, but when presented with the alcohol, it tingled and jumped. An ethanol ballet in my stomach. I had my head rested against the window, the vibrations of the vehicle seeming violent and vivacious. My vision tremored until I felt nauseous but I kept my head where it was. I only shut my eyes until I started to see seventeen fingers in my lap.

I could hear the cab driver exclaim on the phone in another language but the shrill beeps and screeches of the other cars seemed to obliterate his voice entirely. The night LEDs were hot and burned brightly, even through the glass of the window. I couldn't tell if I was sweating because of that, or because I was too drunk to feel the frostbitten air conditioning blowing at 200 miles an hour. Everything felt so sick. Someone had cranked the volume up on the city streets. My head thumped thunderously at every chirp of the cab driver, every honk of a horn. They all seemed distorted. Demented. Monsters, monsters everywhere. Even with my eyes closed, I could feel the world spinning from underneath me. Then we rolled to a stop, and I waited. Waited with my eyes shut tight and my head pounding and my stomach dancing and my mind whirring like machinery.

 The driver said something but it sounded like gibberish to me and I stayed still. He repeated himself in the same drawl I couldn't make out, and I opened my eyes, slowly and drowsily, the sudden flicker of incoming headlights burning my retinas. I looked at all four cab drivers, squinting my eyes to bring them together into one, but after a few failed attempts I gave up and groggily came to the conclusion that he wanted my money and I was home. I reached my hand in my pocket, pulled out the first bill I could find and rose it up with a shaking arm. I waved the money back and forth to try and slide it through the window, but the driver got annoyed and snatched it from my hands. I pushed open the door, spilling outside of the car like a pool of jello. Fingers clutched around the side of the door, I waited for my brain to stop rumbling around in my skull before stumbling down the streets. Behind me I could hear the cab driver yelling about something, and coming to the conclusion that I hadn't payed him sufficiently, I picked up my pace.

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 Finding my complex wasn't the difficult part, but, climbing the stairs was. After what seemed like hours of tripping over myself, I concluded my self-bullying for the night and made it into the hallway. I ran my fingertips over the walls as I wobbled through the halls, dress shoes dragging against the carpeted floor. The flooring was a bright, bright red and hurt my eyes, so I focused on the passing grey doors, weaving my way through the halls to find my destination. My legs crumbled with every step and started to jitter. My limbs felt like a puppet's. Every time I looked down, my legs looked like an octopus's. I could still feel the rum sloshing around in my stomach. I was on the verge of vomiting right then and there, but I held it in, since there was really only one direction I could aim my head at the moment and I wasn't about to ruin these shoes again.

 I stopped when I reached my room but it felt like I was still walking, like whenever I got off a treadmill. I felt like space. Starting with my pants pockets and working my way into the inner pouches in my suit, I came across my room key, and went to stick it in the keyhole. I missed and got the handle, then part of the wood on the door. After getting into the mindset of a surgeon, I unlocked the door, and stepped inside. With the key dangling around in my finger, I slid out of my dress shoes and let the door shut on its own, but as soon as I flipped my head toward the living room, I paused.

There were candles lit, but, the wax had managed to pour out of the tiny brass container holding it up and drip onto the dining table. A basket of bread was laid out, next to some Chinese takeout. Chow Mein and pork. A long, fat bottle of wine sat by the wilting candles, about a quarter empty. China plates and soft music. Soft lights. Samantha. She sat at the opposite end of the table, her face flushed with makeup, a hand resting under her cheek to support her head, a tight, black dress gripping her skin. The waft of savory Chinese goodness suddenly struck my nostrils and that was it - I only had enough time to run to the sink, but, I managed to get it out.

 "Fuckfuckfuck--" Slosh.

  I stayed where I was, staring into the stainless steel of the sink and flicking on the faucet. I took in short  breaths until I found my vision again. I craned my neck toward the running water and took a swig (a terrible phrase to use, I might as well as gag again). It was like an extract of God's purity down my throat. I could hear the quiet click of heels coming from behind me. I waited for her voice but she never spoke. I couldn't get myself to turn around. A certain uncomfortable fuzzy feeling was bubbling up in my stomach, and I knew it wasn't the alcohol, since that was gone, now.

 She rested her hand on my back. I could feel her cold, tiny hands even through my jacket. She slid her hands toward my shoulder and carefully pulled me up and away from the sink, striking her icy eyes into mine. I felt something in my chest break. I tried to open my mouth but my face felt numb and I didn't know what my lips were doing. She watched, her grasp on my shoulder tightening and then loosening up. She looked down, bringing her hand back in front of herself. She finally spoke.

 "I called you."

 I swallowed hard, my hand grasping the kitchen counter for support. I used my other arm to try and search for my phone, but, with no avail I cursed under my breath. Left it in the cab. "I, uh…" I tried blubbering something out, but as soon as I looked toward her, I couldn't continue. There was a certain venerability in her complexion that I hadn't seen before.

 "It's… alright." Samantha tugged back her small pink lips to give me a smile. She didn't smile much and it sent a lightning strike down my spine. Scared me. "I  guess I should have known." She looked up to me, raising up her hand to push my hair back, since a few strands were out of place. She wiped off the lipstick stain on my cheekbone. I stunk of tart perfume and booze. She could probably smell it from a mile away. She rested her hands on my neck. It was like icicles - refreshing.

 "I'll take a taxi home." She murmured, then turned, biting her lip. She sounded so quiet. Helpless. I was so used to her stern tone, that demanding, independent manner she always used with me, that I didn't even know how to react. She grabbed her purse and started for the door, but, I followed her out, after tripping over my shoes.  She was halfway down the hall by the time I got out of the door.

 "Sam!" I called, and she stopped, turning back to me with that same, unusual emotionless gawk.

 "What?" She responded.

 I didn't know, but I couldn't say that. I furrowed my brow and just shrugged. This isn't what I had in mind. I wanted to get it. I wanted her to yell and scream. I wanted her to tell me that she hated me like I'd pictured us doing in every other fight. I wanted her to break me down so that I could break her down too so that she could realize after days and days of spending time alone that I was the only one that could bring her back up again. I didn't like this.

 "What, Nick?" She said again, taking a couple steps closer to me and cornering me against the wall.

 "Sam, this isn't… what it…" I stopped as soon as I caught the mistake I was about to make. It was exactly what it looked like. I shut my eyes and groaned. Everything ached.

 "Nick, it's fine. Don't worry about it." Her voice was like a mouse. It was so uncomfortable. "I'm tired and I want to go home. I'll call you tomorrow."

 I watched her unfazed features with perplexity.

 "Why aren't you angry?" I grimaced after a long silence between us.

 Samantha didn't say anything for a little while. She shook, shook, shook her head and leaned toward me, planting a short kiss on my lips and pulling away. Her eyes were stone.

 "Just think of all the times you've screwed me over and get back to me when you figure out the common denominator."

 And with that, she left. Leaving me too drunk to stand, too drunk to comprehend, just drunk enough to ponder the steps on how to disappear completely.