#i wanted to cry and just go home bc the worst thing that can happen to a person is Be Sticky

[skunkes]

smunkler doodles from journal

[princessbrunette]

reader upset bc things just aren’t going her way today, she woke up on the wrong side of the bed after not getting much sleep, and her hair didn’t turn out the way she wanted it too, she couldn’t find her favorite skirt and she broke her nail. rafe takes her with him to run errands and handle business, and she’s quiet and upset the whole time and she just needs her rafe but he’s so busy right now. eventually something small happens like she trips over her feet or spills something over herself and had a meltdown, bc we all get overstimulated and have meltdowns sometimes :/

i can’t explain to you how much i relate to this :(( have too many days like this one !!

you’d be quiet for the most part, more quiet than usual but rafe isnt gonna necessarily question it, just chalking it up to being in a bad mood. by the time you’ve made it to the car, everything’s overstimulating you. you don’t like the songs that keep coming on the aux, the car is rumbling too loud, rafes being quiet too so it’s just setting you on edge thinking somethings up, it’s just too much. but worst of all, you were hungry.

rafe had some errands to run, but he’d promised you fries, mentioned casually earlier which he’d probably forgotten about. you were holding onto that fact, knowing being fed would greatly cure a large part of your foul mood.

you’d passed the midway point, rafe completing another task on behalf of his father before you finally speak up— voice croaky from lack of sleep and lack of use. “can we get food now?”

he glances at you, reversing out of his spot, looking over his shoulder with his mouth parted in concentration. “huh? oh — uh, yeah, yeah soon. i left somethin’ in the boat so i gotta go pick it up.” he speaks casually.

for some reason, it’s your tipping point.

“no… you said we’d—” you’d go to argue, but suddenly burst into tears, crying into your hands. once you start, you quickly realise you can’t stop, the overstimulation and every issue you’d faced that day catching up with you. rafe frowns in confusion at you, eyes darting between the road and your hunched over form.

“hey, what are you — why are you crying?” he asks, and you can’t answer— far too upset. he sighs, thinking for a moment you’re being a tad dramatic, so used to being spoiled by him that you’re crying over something so minor. he doesn’t like seeing you so upset though, so he sighs and starts to turn his wheel, the car hitting a U-turn. “alright, hey, alright. i’ll get your damn fries. shit.”

it’s only when you don’t calm down he actually starts to get a little concerned. you cry the entire journey, not lifting your head from your hands— and all he can do is spare you worried glances before ordering your food. he parks in the lot, a wad of napkins from the food bag in his clutch and turns to you.

“look at me, kid. please?” he instructs, and you reluctantly do. blinking through gloopy mascara and sniffling your snotty nose shamefully. he dabs at your face, holding the napkin to your nose and quietly telling you to blow. he then sets it aside, and places the fries in your lap, running his hand over his chin and jaw thoughtfully for a moment.

“m’sorry.” you break the silence, staring down at your fries. he sighs, shaking his head.

“what happened, hm? was it me? did i fuck up?”

“no rafe, just got overwhelmed. im having a bad day.”

he stares at you for a moment, turning his body to face you more. “what do you… what do you want me to do?” he asks, his own finger gently prodding at his chest. he was trying to understand you, trying to be a good boyfriend. you think for a moment, glumly staring at your hands.

“i wanna go home and just be with you.” you sulk. he nods slowly, staring off out the window.

“y’know i got shit to do though, baby. can’t just… drop everything, you know? got people countin’ on me. m’handling shit today. ” he squints, hating that he has to be tough— but makes his voice gentle enough to soften the blow.

“i know.” it comes out as a broken whisper, and he can tell you didn’t like his answer. he stares at you, helpless, before speaking once more.

“eat your fries, and then you’re gonna go lay down in the back and have a nap, okay? think you need one. we’ll figure it out from there, a’ight?” he places a hand on your shoulder, tilting his head down and staring into your eyes, hoping what he’s saying is good enough. you think for a moment before nodding and he smiles, patting your cheek.

“alright, that’s my girl. proud of you, okay baby?”

[lilac-rose-writes]

KINDERGARTEN 3: Questions + Crack Theories

(Some done with @charismabee in messages <3)

1. Where are the other kids?

THEORY 1: The correct one. Bob adopted them all. Grabbed as many kids as he could see and took off with them. Their home lives sucked before? That's okay! Now they have a Bob! Unfortunately, despite his large janitor arms, he could only carry six children at a time. And by the time he went back for the others, they had been signed up to a new school and carted off by their parents. How sad. :(

THEORY 2: The Kindergarten one. They've all been kidnapped. Uh oh! They're hanging out with the mysterious disappearing former principal somewhere. Jerome is crying. Lily is furiously looking for an escape. Billy is having a panic attack. Ted "Felix" is being "Felix". Buggs is hitting things. Ozzy is having a panic attack. Things are fun <3

THEORY 3: The silly one! They're in the library. Regis looked at the troublemakers who have killed/want to kill/look like they want to kill people and put them allll in study hall together. And then put Ozzy there too. For funsies! So now they're all being scolded for committing all the murders and/or being Ozzy. Carla finds out she wasn't invited to Murder Club and she is furious.

2. What's up with Felix/Ted??

THEORY 1: After going home on Tuesday, Ted somehow discovered Felix's plans to kill him. Maybe he found the contract, maybe Felix straight-up told him (he is such a terrible liar. The WORST. I will be going back to this point in theory 2). However it happened, Ted learnt Felix wanted to kill him, pulled a Cain's Not Able alt route, and got his own back. He's in his Theodore era now. No more silly expressions. He looks at the space Felix left behind, and slots into it seemingly perfectly.

THEORY 2: The better one. Felix is pretending to be Ted. Felix too was grouped into the intended Murder Club, but he wasn't going to spend all day in study hall. Ew. So, he does the logical thing, and has Teddy fill his place. Felix thinks he's completely inconspicuous- like a sneaky hawk, so to speak. The thing is, he keeps "teehee"-ing between words and doing a frankly terrible impersonation of Ted. Remember all of his smug gloating throughout Cain's Not Able (e.g. "heheh... you have the most important part", the stealing Monty's arm plot failing so badly that Monty somehow knew Felix wanted to steal something from him and that said something was an arm, etc)? Take that and multiply it tenfold. Even the kids he's never spoken to before can tell he's not "Teddy". Meanwhile, Ted is sitting in Murder Club and trying so hard to act like Felix, but the only preparation he's had is switching shirts and he keeps trying to kill Ozzy when no-one's looking.

THEORY 3: Cain's Not Able just carried over through loops. Stevie's bandaged up, we only have one twin. Once again, Theodore arc initiated.

3. Alice & Ms Lovelett are related

THEORY: This one is simply because they are both redheads & Alice is an amnesiac. It's probably not going to be canon considering the amount of staff members' (principals') kids we have so far, but it's interesting to think about! I think it could add a lot of depth & mystery towards Ms Lovelett as a character, as well as giving us something to unpick about Alice's lost memories.

4. What's up with Monty's legs?

THEORY 1: The popular "Monty has Penny's legs" idea- part I. He went down to the lab (bc hey! Secret Lab! That sounds AWESOME for science!) and he found a Penny. A very dead, very robotic Penny. With legs. So, fitting right in with the weird limb rules of this universe, he does what Nugget did with Stevie's arm and takes those legs for himself. After all, it's not like Penny needs 'em anymore. He's being eco-friendly and reducing, re-using & recycling. It sucks that the skirt was also robotic. He could potentially get it off if he tried hard enough but he really wants legs again now and if he did there would be nothing else covering his new legs.

THEORY 2: The popular "Monty has Penny's legs" idea- part II. He still has Penny's legs, but this time, it wasn't his idea. If Applegate can somehow rise from the dead, who's to say that the superior-minded Dr Danner can't? Wouldn't be surprised if he's made himself immortal or something. He sees legless alive specimen Monty and legful dead specimen Penny and goes "hey little boy, want to swap legs with this robot?". Doesn't really matter if Monty wants to or not. His own legs are chopped off & replaced with Penny legs. He's so embarrassed about it. This will 100% ruin his street cred and also he didn't want his one-day broken legs to be gotten rid of forever. Sigh.

5. Romeo & Juliet

THEORY: This one's more of a silly guess/prediction, really. Either "Ted"/Ted gets cast as Romeo or we as Kid do (I like to think Kid will be managing all the behind the scenes stuff instead though :]) and Cindy demands to be Juliet. Only problem is, they're horrendous at acting. Cindy is over-the-top and overdramatic (like the queen she is). "Ted" is and always has been the worst actor to ever act ever. Ted too is pretty terrible at it and completely unused to being in the spotlight for anything. At least one character has stage fright. I can see Ms Lovelett as one of those teachers who start out sweet and welcoming, reassuring them all that they'll have lots of fun and put on a great show. But this is, of course, Kindergarten, so things quickly take a turn for the worse. She quickly becomes overbearing towards the performance, trying to perfect every little thing and criticising everyone repeatedly. With each passing minute, she becomes more and more frazzled. Her love for theatre is "insatiable", and she can't be stopped. The performance ends with the actors of Romeo and Juliet actually dying. Someone is poisoned, someone is stabbed. Maybe Nugget stabs someone. Maybe Nugget poisons someone. He has before. Seriously WHO thought it was a good idea to give him a knife in this game-

6. Regis' Deal

THEORY: Piecing together what we have so far, I'd say it's almost definite that he's the one behind the former principal's disappearance. He's taken on the role of classic Evil Kindergarten Principal, making both drugs and goo, making not just children but adults disappear too (hey K1 principal, imagine only being able to kidnap one child. To be fair he's a pretty sneaky hawk child who likes to hide in places but still. Skill issue).

Nugget's playing in the green goo outside. At lunch, he claims that he's "feeling funny again!", and at the start of the day, he encourages Kid to eat it. Upon doing so, Kid seemingly goes to the principal's office, where he is then sent to the medical room, looking distinctly green himself with a goo globule implying his death inside his last apple. It's safe to presume that this goo is at least somewhat similar to that of the goo in Kindergarten 2. Agnes adores it and it significantly disoriented Bob, so we can infer that it could have addictive/drug-like properties. It can kill people, as shown by the janitor's closet in K2. We know that it mutated people, and sustained Penny. It's dangerous. And there's a great deal of it all over the place.

In fact, there are elements from both of the previous principals' research scattered throughout the trailer. We see:

Green goo in a pool the janitor is cleaning in the cafeteria, a little away from the taped-over "STAFF ONLY CLOSET" door. Who has closets? Janitors. Who's a powerful member of staff? Regis, the former janitor.

Green goo pouring out of some sort of pipe into a puddle right below three tinted windows

The nurse's green cigarette smoke. We can guess that she designed the nurse's office, and therefore the posters within it- including the one discouraging/banning smoking inside of the medical room. So why would she be smoking herself?

A darkened, red version of the door presumably leading to the classroom. Dark, greenish stains cover the entire wall, but especially by that door in particular

The hole Regis drops Kid into for some reason. It has blood streaked down it- has someone been crushed by the closing mechanism before? Was one of the bloodied bags deposited there? Or, of course, did someone before Kid just spray up blood with the same absurd propulsion as a particularly bouncy ball?

IN THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE-

A brown monster with some sort of sword through its head

A bloody bag, perhaps containing the rest of the monster. It's leaked onto the floor, and bears a lot of resemblance to those seen in K1

A sword in a glass case, similar to the guns the principal had encased in K1

What does this all say? Well, I'd take it to mean that we have yet another shady principal/ murderous janitor on our hands. There's something behind those windows, something inside the staff-only closet, a reason why there are goo stains everywhere. Something happened to the former principal. Something's happened to the other kids. And Regis is the one behind it.

But other than that? Atm I've got nothing lol

I'd love to hear your own theories and thoughts on the trailer!! Maybe I'll add more to this tomorrow; the KG3 reveal has thrown me straight into analysis mode. No detail shall escape my scrutiny <3

[isa-ghost]

If you're still doing Philza headcannons, how about some specifically about Phil, Chayanne, and Tallulah? I miss the kiddos...

qPhil headcanons masterlist

(NOT) SINGLE DAD EDITION LETS GO

Those two are the light of his fucking life ok. If you were someone that had something against him, they're how you get to him. They're how you hurt him. He will do ANYTHING for them. He'll kill his friends, he'll fly on broken wings, he'll die for them. Nothing matters more than those two kids.

He's not typically a very physically affectionate person. But to the kids? Suddenly he's a cuddler. Suddenly he's head kisses and carrying them on his hip just because he can. Suddenly he's braiding hair and painting nails and playfully tormenting them with tickles. They flip a switch in his brain.

Nothing could ever make him waver on how proud of them he is. Both of them. Chayanne so brave and strong, stressed to the teeth like his dad but persevering like a true warrior. Tallulah is so loving and open, even in the face of so much pain and adversity. She's been through so much, largely alone, and yet she still has the strength to smile and be silly after everything. Ideally he wishes they would've never experienced any pain at all, but Quesadilla says Damn You All

Chayanne & Tallulah can make him laugh until his stomach hurts, and they can do it faster than friends he's known for YEARS. Tallulah especially is the queen of comedic nonverbal timing. All it takes is a certain look with a slow turn after Phil says something stupid and he's Dying.

His favorite thing is when either of them fall to pieces emote bc smth stupid happened. Or whenever they Orange Justice after smth fucked happens.

Listen. LISTEN. Don't be fooled by this man. He LOVES adventures with the kids. He loves them. The reason he refuses to venture out with them or go dungeon raiding with them super often is because survivalist brain is like if the worst happens, the Feds do not have your back. If you lose the kids you have nothing much to live for on this island. Do not risk their lives, even if it sounds fun.

He fucking loves watching the kids talk to the other eggs. The constant taptaptaptaptap of signs being placed while they chat together makes him giggle. He also loves watching them just crouch and silently communicate.

Dude Rose's love for the two of them makes his heart so full. Like legit the first time she told him "they're under my protection" he nearly cried. And not just from relief that they'd be safe from EK.

And related: Oh my GOD does he fucking love the term "fledglings" for them. It's SO CUTE. Rose was so right for that. Something about it drives home the thought of "these are MY kids" even more. He just 🥺

Chayanne's mask reminds him of Techno's boar one sometimes and it makes him wanna cry /pos. If Chayanne ever mentions being guided by Techno's spirit to fight EK Phil will never recover

He loves this "new era" of Tallulah, between her cutting her hair short a while back and now dying it + changing her hat. It feels like she's getting more independent despite everything and considering Phil used to have to Really hover around her to help her out, he's the world's proudest papa about it

He's told them stories about all the hardcore gods (that he knows of) at this point. Rose bc ofc he did. EK bc he kinda had to. The others bc at this point he's expecting them to poke their heads around at one point or another too. Chayanne loves Blaze. Tallulah still loves Rose the most. She's gone on a rant about "Papa how the fuck is Ocean Overlord a god when he fumbles things so badly???" He wishes he knew, Tallulah.

He wants to take them on a flight so bad it hurts. Literally. He's more angry EK fucked up his wings maybe permanently bc he robbed them of that than he is that EK did it to spite him.

He really really really hopes they do hatch some day and become lil dragon hybrids bc then he can watch them fly and teach them how to do it well (the best he can while he's grounded) (he might get a little envious)

He fucking LOVES sparring with the kids. He goes easy bc he's insanely skilled and experienced compared to Two Literal Children but they catch on and improve So Quick and it makes him so unbelievably proud and excited to see them demonstrate their skills in a real (hopefully non-lethal) situation.

[oracleact]

You can totally choose to look past this cuz it might be a lot (Tw trauma?) I just got Carried, you know when Carrie (from the movie) she gets a bucked full of blood over her head on prom? A guy asked me out and to my surprise, I was blessed with ketchup, eggs and flour by him and his friends, the subway didn’t let me in and no Uber would accept me getting in a car, so I had to walk home. No one asked me what was wrong

I’m still processing that actually happened,. I’m assuming it’s bc of my weight, I’m tall and overweight, I mainly keeps things to myself, am a introvert, idk what other thing could be a reason besides my body. Could you please write a comfort scenario with the tmnt boys? Or one of them, you can choose, Could be platonic, romantic, idk, just reader (who’s usually friendly but don’t talk much about their romantic life cuz they don’t feel like it’s worth investing time, and when they finally decide to change that, thst happens) crying as a mess in front of them for the first time, saying they are tired of living in a body that feels more of a curse than anything,

It’s a lot, I know, you can delete this if you aren’t comfortable doing it (I’m 100% serious)

Thank you Eitherway and hope you have a good day

first of all, I’m so sorry that happened to you. back in high school, I was doused after classes so I can definitely understand your pain here. they are absolutely pathetic for even thinking about doing that to someone; they are total assholes because they acted on it too and I wish for it to haunt them one day when (or if) they mature. you did amazing on your way home that day - I hope that, with time, things will get better for you. you deserve great things. I haven’t written anything with all of the boys before but I wanted to give it a try for you to cheer you up. I wish you well, and I hope you can find comfort in our wonderful turtles!

« got your back »

tmnt x reader / angst + fluff

notes: 1.6k words, all turtles included, platonic relationship, gender neutral reader (no pronouns used,) first person pov, I was thinking of 2012 tmnt while writing this but it probably fits with most iterations.

I can’t believe I’m walking home in the dark, completely covered in miscellaneous goop. I’m glad I didn’t tell anyone about the date that was supposed to happen tonight because, if someone saw me right now, I don’t know what I would do. no public transport let me on covered in eggs and flour, the same for taxis, so now I’m stuck dragging myself home by my own two feet. they are awfully heavy despite my hurry to get back which doesn’t seem fair at all - it’s like my body is laughing at me in equal measure to the rest of the crowd back there.

put your head down and keep walking, put your head down and keep walking, put your—

“hey guys, look!” I stop in my tracks as soon as I hear that voice echo through the night sky. it sounded too much like mikey to simply ignore it.

“mikey, for the last time, shh! ninjas, remember?” that was definitely leo. they all must be up on a roof somewhere but I don’t dare to look up. my feet won’t move anymore regardless, they’re refusing to pick up and run. my body really does hate me tonight huh?

“mikey is right though, look down - hey there!” I slowly crane my neck towards the sound of their chatters and am met with possibly the worst sight I could see at this exact moment: all four of my mutant friends standing on a nearby roof, just as I suspected.

“hi everyone,” I give an awkward wave as they stare down at me.

“want to meet up at the entrance to the lair to hang? we’re just heading back,” raph calls out.

I need a plan, and fast.

thankfully, they can’t see that I’m covered in mush from where they are, but if I go to the lair then that will change. however, if I say ‘no’ to hanging out with them then they’ll get suspicious anyway and follow after me. they’re my best friends, my favourite thing in the whole world is hanging out with them. even if I genuinely can’t hang out we still find a loophole to be together.

either of these choices leaves me doomed to talk about this disaster of a night eventually so…

“sure, you go ahead and I’ll be there in a second.”

…I go with option one.

I knew the boys would get there first so I’ve had more time to come up with some lame lie before I face them: one point to me. I slap on a brave face and a ridiculously wide smile in the hopes that it would distract them from what I have going on all over my clothes. taking a deep breath, I turn the final corner to enter the lair.

“hey bud!” mikey bursts through the rest of the guys and comes skipping towards me. I freeze and simply wait for him to see me in the light. “woah, what happened to you?”

after hearing mikey’s question, everyone starts to crowd in around me, thinking I had been hurt or something on the way here. to their surprise, I have no cuts or scrapes…just a bunch of different types of produce in my hair. they begin to mutter more questions but my mind is too hazy to hear them clearly, opting to stand there and stare into the space behind them. leo notices me zoning out pretty quickly and leads me to the seating area in the middle of the lair by my arm, the rest of the boys following with worry in their eyes.

I sit down on the couch; raph bends down in front of me, donnie sits on my right, mikey hangs over the back of the couch to lean on my left, and leo rests his hands on my shoulders from behind me.

“who did this to you? I’ll kill them, I’ll punch them into the ground I swear to god—“

“raph, calm down. we need to know what happened first before we start going haywire.” I’ve never seen donnie look so aggravated before. it looks like he secretly wants to join in with raph’s immediate anger instead of acting ‘rationally’ this time.

“no need for punching anyone or anything ha! I— uh— tripped while I was walking home and fell straight into a pile of garbage surrounding a dumpster. how clumsy of me ha! I’m so silly. I wasn’t watching where I was going and it was dark so…” my words trail off as I finally look directly at my friends. none of them are believing this story at all.

“tell us the truth, it’s alright. you’re safe here.” leo speaks with such a warm tone, it makes holding back my tears even harder than it already was.

“I’m fine! I promise I’m fine, really I just tripped!” I force my lips into a thin line, trying to twist them into some kind of smile, until mikey pokes at my cheek. I turn to him.

“please tell us what’s wrong.” is he giving me puppy eyes? damn it mikey…

I couldn’t push back my tears any longer and the flood gates exploded. I was in hysterics, sobbing so loudly it bounced off the walls of the lair. I couldn’t stop, each sob rippled through me and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. the boys cooed at me, all of them placing a hand somewhere on my body to ground me and to let me know that I’m not alone as I cried. they tried still asking me questions but I couldn’t get out any words, only heartbreaking whimpers left my mouth. they accepted their fate of silent sobs though and simply stayed beside me.

after a while, I’ve calmed down slightly, and I see the boys look at each other and nod in the corner of my blurry eyes. then, all of a sudden, raph and leo run off. they come back not long after with a basin of water, towels and some other things that I can’t quite see cradled in their large hands. my curiosity is answered in a split second though as the four begin to wipe away the dirt that covers me, still allowing me to ride out my cries in the meantime.

raph gets back into his bent position to gently clean my face, donnie and mikey clean down my arms, and leo starts to brush my hair the best that he can. it must be a brush that april keeps here at the lair, since I don’t think I’ve left one here before.

they continued like this - softly wiping and rinsing - until they were sure that they had done all they can do to rid me of this sticky mess, and until I was able to stabilise my breathing and speak somewhat clearly again.

“april is going to be mad that you got ketchup on her hairbrush,” I say lowly between hiccups. leo laughs and assures me that the brush is perfectly fine; no need to worry.

it is silent (apart from the sound of my sniffling) while they put down their tools and clear them away from the couch, until donnie speaks, “we don’t want to push you to talk but we are here to listen if you want to.”

maybe it is finally time to talk about it. as much as I don’t want to, I think I need to. I’m always the one with a bright smile and cheery attitude but I need to let that go for now. I need comfort, and I need to admit that to myself - even if it’s for this singular moment.

I begin to explain the story of the date and how it went terribly wrong - just the vital details to build the story rather than adding my feelings about it. being vulnerable like this isn’t my strong point so I need to prepare myself to talk about that part with truth and from the heart.

I can see the pure rage in raph’s eyes as he sits in front of me, his teeth grinding together and a low growl coming out of him. he goes to say something but donnie stops him with a hand on his shoulder. he gives red a pat and he seems to understand what he is signalling, inhaling and exhaling with his eyes closed before fixing his posture to listen to me again.

“you know, I don’t know if I want raph to rough up him or rough up me at this point,” I let out a laugh to try and soften the atmosphere but the expressions of the boys tell me that it didn’t work. they look confused; sad. “a good rough up might fix whatever is wrong with me, because it’s obviously me. look at me! why else would he have made plans to humiliate me like that? what do I need to punch into shape - the way I look? the way I act?” I laugh again with the same intent as earlier despite knowing that it is going to do nothing to lessen the impact of my words.

“did he specifically make you feel like that?” raph says through gritted teeth, “that you’re not good enough?”

“no, I guess I’ve been feeling that way for a while. he just made it worse - a lot worse.” my eyes start to burn again with more tears. I’m surprised I’m not dehydrated yet.

mikey grabs my face in his hands, his eyes also look clouded with tears, “you are so beautiful. really, you are. I remember when I first saw you I was like ‘woah, they’re even prettier than the humans I see on tv!’ you don’t need to change anything about the way you look, I can tell you that for sure.”

“nor do you need to change anything about your personality or how you act,” donnie chimes in. “why do you think we like you so much? you’re awesome! you’re smart, kind, caring, plus you treat us like we’re golden and we’re literally in the sewers right now,” we all giggle at the last statement he makes.

leo pats me on the head, signally me to look up towards him, “you are the greatest friend we could have ever asked for, and if we need to remind you of that more then we will. you deserve to feel that you’re worthy and loved and I can tell you with certainty that you are when you’re here with us. there’s no need to hide from us, we’ve got you’re back.”

raph grabs my hand, “and seriously, if you want us to go and talk to that guy we will.”

“raph!” the others shout. I laugh at the slight panic hiding in their voices - it’s fully directed at their brother and his fists.

“what?! I said talk not bash into the ground so what do you want from me?!”

[ncteez]

MOST TO LEAST LIKELY IN ATEEZ: to be bratty in bed 

warnings: subby idols, switch idols, and dom idols 

requested by: anon

minors dni! 

MOST LIKELY

wooyoung: obviously wooyoung would be the most bratty, both intentionally and unintentionally. bratty top and bratty bottom, like there’s no in between with how much of a menace he really is. He’s hitting it from the back? Best bet he’s talking shit about every single man who has ever gotten between your legs and demanding praise, making damn sure he ruins every orgasm until he says it’s time.  You’re on top, riding him? He’s gonna look you in the eye through his sensitivity, eyes welling up with tears, and he will deadpan in a normal voice saying “I’m not crying, I can take more. Dare you to fuck me up.” 

seonghwa: i know everyone thinks this man is a dom, and if anything, he’s a switch. not bratty at all if he’s topping but 100% brat when you get to take control. Will annoy you all fucking day about it too. Mostly because he likes when you’re as rough as he can be, and you’re never hard on him unless he intentionally does some shit to get on your nerves. the type to walk around half naked, the type to kiss your neck when you're on the phone with your family, put his hand up your shirt and then walk away like nothing happened once you hang up. that kinda stuff. 

san: bratty in a toxic way. The type to get touchy with your best friend and ignore you for two hours and then act all innocent when they leave  like, “oh, that bothered you? maybe you should prove how much you want me then. she seemed more interested–” GIVEN, it’s all just to get a rise out of you and kinda toxic, but by the end of the night both of you are aware he’s just being a shithead to get a really good orgasm. He’s a bratty dom though. will literally stop fucking you if you go quiet or don’t give him the reactions he wants.

mingi: whiny brat. dude just whines. whines for you to deep throat him, whines for you to show him your tits, whines for you to say he’s the best you’ve ever had, whines for you to let him eat you out. fr just whines and never shuts up about what he wants even at the worst times. Texts you dick pics while you’re at work, whips his cock out off to the side when you’re on a zoom call with your best friend, fr just demands attention 24/7. 

yeosang: he just likes when you get possessive. it’s not really being “bratty” in his mind. he might just start watching porn or something to make you feel the need to give it to him better etc. Always reminds you that he doesn’t even like the porn, he just likes the way you treat his cock when he does those things :( he loves to feel loved.

hongjoong: if he’s ever bratty, he’d prefer you tell him so he stops. Sometimes he brings home his work and it’s annoying. sometimes he’s boring in sex bc he’s creative everywhere else. You end up being the brat, and he tends to like it when you demand his attention by grabbing and groping him, acting all desperate and shit. will apologize 400 times for being tired but still get you off three times in an hour to reward you.

yunho: he’s a lover and not a brat in the slightest. service top boy would do anything and everything if you ask. would straight up not feel the need to be bratty or mocking in any given situation because like, why? He’s not boring though, and is willing to try just about anything when you’ve got his cock out. 

jongho: why be a brat when he can have you on your knees with only a look? he rly doesn’t need to be or want to be. you can’t even be a brat either, because he gives it to you so well and even if you try, he’s just gonna put his fingers in your mouth to shut you up, or push your head into the pillows to muffle your little comments. 

LEAST LIKELY

[ensn4r3d-d0ve]

Can you do Leon comforting Reader bcs of a Bad haicut? (Sry english isnt my first language, and my Hair looks so shit rn its making me cry)

uhmm… Yes I will because I feel so fucking bad for you and I hope you recover from your shitty haircut? 💋💋

This fic is really short, but I tried to do you some justice and leon fixes up your hair for you <3

I finished this so fic fast like holy shit-

This day was absolutely horrible.

The hairstylist fucked your hair up and your forced to go home to your boyfriend looking like shit without a way to fix it, but surely it isn’t that bad right?

I mean…it really was BAD. everybody stared at you and laughed and whispered and pointed, some people even started to pity you. The worst part about this whole mess is the fact you didn't know why they were doing that in the first place.

It just wasn't normal for them to be so mean towards you. You knew how to handle people being mean to you but this was something else entirely. You weren't used to these types of things.

You walked down the streets with your head down staring at your feet, trying to hide from everybody's eyes. You tried hard not to let their stares bother you too much, because they weren't your fault. You could do nothing wrong. You'd been here before so many times, after all, it probably wasn't as bad now that you thought back on it. Right?

But, oh god, did it suck. Every time someone looked at you they laughed and snickered. And, oh god…when you thought this could get worse you run into your boyfriend on the way back down the street to your house as he is getting the mail. He doesn't see you and doesn't notice you.

Your eyes go wide as you try to get away from him without drawing attention to yourself but unfortunately, you're walking too fast and he catches up with you quickly.

His arms are crossed over his chest. His expression is unreadable as usual. You look at him nervously for a second before you can feel a hand land on your arm. "Y/N," Leon says softly. You wince internally.

"We need to talk." That's when he notices your hair. "What happened to your hair?" His voice sounds kind of angry and hurt.

Oh my God…he's going to hate me or dislike it right?.

He always does. You swallow thickly as you glance to the side nervously. "Did your hairdresser do that?" He asks, sounding annoyed. You nod slowly.

He looks surprised for a moment, maybe even a little hurt. “Lets get you home, I had a feeling that something has been making me feel uneasy today.” You don’t say anything, you don’t want to argue. He pulls you along behind him, his long black coat swishing against the cement as he walks.

As you both walk inside he guides you to take a seat and he tries his beat to comfort you. “Do you wanna tell me what was bothering you?” He asks quietly. You shrug in response, still staring at your hands folded in your lap.

He sighs heavily. “Okay. If you want to keep quiet then we will.” That makes you look up and stare at him in surprise.

“Just let me make you atleast feel better than before.” Leon takes some scissors and a brush and touched your hair up with gentle motions. He hummed in approval when he finally finished and went to grab some paper and a pencil from the kitchen. “I have no idea why you haven’t had an idea to ask me to cut your hair before, it might help make you feel more comfortable rather than letting some hairstylist make it shitty.”

He pauses for a second before starting to gaze into your eyes through the mirror, which made you feel as if he was eye fucking you. Your cheeks flushed pink. “It looks fine. Better than fine even. Just keep it that way. You’re beautiful.” Your heart jumped at how sweet he said those words.

His fingers brushed across your cheek gently before returning to cutting your bangs into a short style. You closed your eyes as he gently pulled you in for a small kiss, then a few minutes later he was done fixing your hair. “Thank you,” you mumbled as he set the scissors and the paper aside.

“You’re welcome. I hope that helped a bit,” Leon replied, placing a kiss on your forehead as he got up. You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach and you smiled softly.

Your boyfriend always managed to make your mood improve somehow even if it wasn’t necessarily intentional. He gave off an aura that seemed to make everything okay again, even the most difficult days. Even just talking about you made him happier than anything and he was very good at that sort of thing.

You couldn’t believe you found such amazing boyfriend.

[danikamariewrites]

hi there!!! how are you?? hope everything is fine 🫶🏻🫶🏻

now, i was thinking something, i started to listen to taylor swift (I'm obsessed with her, and I love her so much 😭❤️‍🩹), and i just know that Aelin would be one of her biggest fans and also reader.

so imagine modern rowaelin taking reader to a taylor concert, like it was her dream and they would do anything for her 😭😭

SENDING LOVE!!! LOVE U!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Eras Tour headcanon

Modern!Rowaelin x reader

A/n: they absolutely would be swiftys and would have a great time at this concert

When Taylor announced the Eras Tour you were so unbelievably excited

You ran into Rowan’s home office demanding a meeting in the living and then went to Aelin’s office demanding the same thing

You already had the power point set up on the tv as to why the three of you should go to the tour

The two of them sat, letting you finish your presentation with huge smiles on their face

Yeah Aelin and Rowan are Taylor fans and would go obviously but you felt the need to convince them

“And that concludes why we should go to the Eras tour. Thank you. Questions, concerns, hopes, dreams?”

“Obviously we’re gunna go!” Aelin yelled and you both jumped up and down holding hands screaming

The two of you looked to Rowan waiting for his answer, “What ever makes my girls happy. And I love Taylor too. I’m obviously dressing as Midnights.”

You all register for the presale and buy something from her website to give you a boost

By the grace of the Gods Rowan got the email with a presale codes

Aelin was so happy she started crying

The day of the presale you all took the day off work

The three of you got up early, you made a starbucks run while Aelin went and got food and Rowan sat in the living room watching his laptop with Ticketmaster open (we all sat there and watched Ticketmaster an hour before don’t lie)

You were so anxious you could barley eat

You and Aelin did chug your coffees tho which you might regret later

When it was time you were all yelling at the computer to load

Then the worst thing happened….Ticketmaster froze and no one knew what was happening

“What happened? Rowan what did you touch?” “Nothing Aelin! It just did that.” “No no no no no no no no WHAT IF WE DONT GET TICKETS!” “DONT SAY THAT Y/N!”

Of course you and Aelin scroll TikTok to find out what happened

You both made sure Rowan kept his eyes on the computer

When you jumped to the front of the line and could buy tickets you started screaming

“WE CAN CELEBRATE AFTER LETS GET THESE FUCKERS!” You yell

Rowan quickly picked out 3 floor seats bc they have money and want this to be a fun experience

And when he hit purchase and actually had the tickets the screaming started again

You were relieved and so very tired

So tired that you and Aelin ended up napping on the couch together for 3 hours

Now the real fun begins

Waiting for the show and picking/making your outfits is sm fun

Rowan goes as Midnights and Aelin can’t believe he picked a fun sparkly blue outfit

Aelin goes as reputation and has the coolest snake bodysuit

You go as Fearless and wear a gold sparkly dress with white boots

When the day came you were all so excited

You drew 13 on your hand and Rowan and Aelin’s

You got to the stadium super early

Got the merch you wanted (all 3 of you got the blue crew neck and a tshirt)

When Taylor took the stage you and Aelin didn’t stop screaming and singing and jumping around

Rowan obviously sang and danced with you guys

You cried during Marjorie

The surprise songs were your favorites

When the show was over you were dead tired

You couldn’t feel your feet and Aelin was begging Rowan to carry her

Rowan had made sure to hire a car for the night so you guys wouldn’t have to worry about driving home

He definitely carried both of you to the car

You were both falling asleep on his shoulder until he suggested McDonalds

The driver stopped and you got so much food

You pig out until you get home

When you get home it’s 1 am and you don’t even think you can change

The three of you just wash your face and strip passing out in a heap on the bed

[mamawasatesttube]

I am lost in the sauce of thinking about how Bruce would react to Robin!Kon. Does he obsess over the fact that an alternate version of him lost and replaced Tim? Does he feel guilty for not taking Kon in in this version of reality? Is he paranoid about and/or intrigued by the potential of a Superboy with full Robin training?

(Knowing Bruce, it’s probably option D: all of the above, but expressed in the worst way.)

he would stand on the roof and brood. so much.

GOD okay no but delving into the bruce and kon dynamic is so... HNG. it's thorny because bruce has been written as warm and kind to kon AND an anti-meta racist asshole to kon. because of who i am as a person i tend to ignore and throw out the latter bc i want to like bruce and its really impossible to make him consistent as a character without picking and choosing stuff to throw out, but... whoof.

but with that established it's so... augh. the idea of having lost tim (who only ever became robin because he lost jason first - that's two robins, two kids, dead, one after another) absolutely would haunt him. the idea of superboy (an alternate universe superboy, no less, one he knows very little about) knowing all the bat secrets and tips and tricks... well, it's not as bad as it could be, since he does trust clark's judgment and clark trusts superboy and all, but. it's not his favorite thing.

honestly, i think main universe bruce would be so fucking awkward with robin kon, more than anything. he wouldn't know how to handle the horror of his existence + this version of kon who knows him so much better than he knows kon.

what i think is really fun, though, is robin kon's relationship with his own bruce.

tim dies. bruce spirals hard. he's in a dark pit. this is jason all over again - worse, in a way, because he never fully got over jason and now it's happening again and all the old wounds are reopening but now there's new ones on top. he is in a deep, dark pit.

and then superboy joins him there.

this is a young kon. he's still sixteen. he's never experienced loss before. his first brush with grief is his best friend being ripped away from him, and he's barely even a year old. it consumes him.

so he gravitates to the other person being wholly consumed by grief. and here's bruce, broken and grieving hard and furious with the world and himself, faced with another child who loved the child he just lost so much he can't let go. what can he do? can he bring himself to turn aside a boy who loved his boy? tim's best friend? can he really?

of course he can't.

they don't make each other better so much as they just... keep each other on a leash. bruce can't let himself go too far, get too reckless or suicidal or masochistic in punishing himself, because if he has a near-scare there's a boy waiting for him back home to cry and scream and rip into him that he can't do that, he can't, i've already lost tim you can't make me lose you too you can't do that to me you can't.

he trains kon to act as a robin. to wait, to listen, to learn. to hide his strength and his flight, to keep secrets bigger than himself. he trains kon and puts him behind robin's mask - another child in that costume, wearing new colors this time - and hopes he's not making a mistake.

but hey. at least this kid is more... crowbar/explosion/bullet-proof?

[harlowcomehome]

can u write something like reader and jack get into an argument bcz they dont have same boundaries about the kids, like, girls would only ask jack for some things bcs they know reader would say no, and reader finds out and asks jack abt :)

love u and ur writing sm <3

“Boundaries”

A/N: I feel like I slightly changed the concept, I hope you still like it. Sorry it took so long!

When it came to parenting, you and Jack agreed on a lot but there were also things that caused tension from time to time.Jack wasn’t really into routine, so much of his life had been scheduled out for him that he wasn’t big on having to “police his children.” He was often times the lenient parent, and you were the one who laid down the rules, but at least when he was home he could pretend to encourage your rules.

You both had been working a lot more lately, meaning the girls were being parented by a single one of you during some periods of time.

When Jack was away doing business the kids usually gave you a bit of a hard time, which of course made you stress out and slightly grumpy. When he was home you usually convinced him to back you up, and have a little more structure but when he was alone with the girls, he was more focused on being the “fun” parent.

Hazel was your firecracker, spitting image of her father and an attitude like yours. She sure as hell made your life interesting to say the least. It just wasn’t the most fun for you have to constantly be the disciplinary when Jack was away from home. Truthfully, they just werent’ that scared of you.

Jade was usually your quite child, she was a lot shyer and followed directions most times, but when Hazel was acting up, she followed right behind her.

Today, today was a really hard day.

It started at breakfast, you wanted the girls to eat at the table but Hazel insisted that Jack lets them eat on the couch and watch television. You acknowledged that sometimes that was alright but today you were asking that they eat at the table with you. Hazel groaned and Jade mimicked her, they sat at the table with you but not happily. 

Later on that day you asked the girls to complete their “chores” for the day, which were always basic things for their age. Hazel told you Jack usually just did it for them and when you told her you weren’t asking, you were telling her to do it, both her and Jade had temper tantrum‘s.

You tried to get the girls into bed at a reasonable time but nothing went according to plan, much like the rest of the day.

Hazel shouted “daddy wouldn’t make us go to bed” and that was your last straw, you raised your voice causing both of your girls to cry themselves to sleep, thus making you feel like the worst parent alive.

When Jack came home that night, you were in tears, which of course alarmed him immediately. “Babe, what’s going on?” He dropped his bags off near the door and embraced you immediately.

Before you could speak to him both of your girls were quickly by his side, it shouldn’t have annoyed you but it did. You assumed they woke up when he dropped his bags on the ground.

You took a deep breath, stopped, turned around and quietly went to the bedroom and slammed the door. Jack was confused but walked both girls back to bed before checking up on you.

You were in bed sobbing, you were exhausted and just frustrated from todays events. Jack walked over to you and held on to you “what’s going on?”

“The girls hate me, I mean they really hate me” you breathed between sobs.

“They do not hate you, that’s dramatic” he shook his head at you, clearly annoyed by what you said.

You shook your head and turned over in bed “just shower so you can go to bed.”

“Hey, why are you shutting down? What happened today?” He rubbed your tense shoulders and you shrugged.

“Baby, come on” he groaned and you sat up looking at him.

“Jack we have to get on the same page about our parenting” you pouted, wiping the tears that were continuously flowing down your cheeks.

“I thought we were?” He said defensively and you continued to cry. “Jack, I have no energy to argue with you tonight so if that’s what this is going to turn into I’m done.”

“You’re the one who sounds like you want to argue, I’m just trying to get you to communicate with me” he laughed annoyed.

“Stop acting like that please” you breathed out shakily.

Jack nodded noticing your eyes were glossy and your face was bright red “just tell me what you’re upset about babe, please” he reached out for your hand.

You sighed taking his hand “you know what I heard over and over and over again today? Daddy wouldn’t make us blah blah daddy would do this blah blah” you cried “you always make me out to be the bad guy.”

“I make you out to be the bad guy?” He raised an eyebrow at that.

“We have to be united on this parenting stuff or they are going to favor one of us over the other” you said shakily.

Jack was obviously annoyed, which broke your heart, you wanted him to be supportive but you were afraid that everything you said hadn’t registered.

“Fuck it, goodnight” you said rolling over in bed and Jack knew you were done talking to him for real this time. He groaned while getting up and starting a shower.

He took a long shower before he crawled into bed next to you, he could faintly hear you trying to cry quietly.

“Baby” he pulled you into his chest and you turned to face him, only to cry into his chest.

“Can I explain myself to you?”

You nodded, not able to form words.

“My entire life has been about structure. When I was a kid, I grew up with a lot of rules and a schedule to follow. Then when I started in the industry, I had to constantly work a schedule, a tight one at that so I guess….” He paused to make sure you were listening and you looked up at him and nodded for him to continue.

“I guess, I just wanted the girls to have a little more freedom” he hummed.

“I get that, I do. I want them to be kids for as long as possible but the only way we can continue to run smoothly as a family is if were on the same page” you sniffled and he kissed the top of your head.

“I agree baby.”

You leaned up and kissed him “that’s all I needed to hear.”

He kissed you back “I’m sorry you had such a hard day with the girls though.”

You laughed a little at that, “it’s fine. I love my little bratty babies.” He laughed too and gave you a much needed squeeze.

[my-castles-crumbling]

hello cas, stellar anon. Ok so I’ve been waiting weeks for my parents to ask my brother, and my dad did it two days ago, he was whispering, but like he sucks at it, so I was listening basically my dad just asked if the friend was trying to be a girl, and if she asked the friend group to use she/her pronouns, and when it happened. My brother answered all of them, and then my dad asked if she was using a new name, my brother said yeah, she goes by x now, and then my dad asked how he felt about it, and he said idc. My dad then said, ok, you can talk to us abt this stuff and that was it. then my mom came downstairs and my dad relayed the conversation to her after my brother left the room.

I thought that was it, but my brother had his last band concert yesterday, and when me and my sister came home today she asked us if we knew x (she knew my brothers friend new name but she didn’t use it) was trying to become a girl. I said no, bc that seemed like the right thing to do (?) and then she was like , last night at the concert I looked at x’s (still deadnaming her) dad and I prayed, and I pray for our neighbors down the street who’s now y instead of x. These kids are looking for the answers in the wrong places, not just gender identity but drugs and alcohol, and she started crying and said, when I was younger, I acted like a boy, I smelled like one and looked like one, and these days people would’ve assumed I was trans, but I was a girl. (he’s apart of my brother’s friend group and my mom asked about him but my brother just said they weren’t close but they had the same friends) he wore a skirt to the concert, which my mom noticed during the award ceremony ig. He was wearing a white shirt with a suit and tie and jacket and he had like an ankle length skirt with a slit. He also had really long curly hair, like down to his waist, my mom mentioned something about him too but I don’t remember. I mean boys can wear skirts, but they could also be nonbinary or genderfluid or trans idk the right terms. But my brother said that his trans friend was part of a group of trans people and he was the token cis guy, so I assumed j was part of that group, since my brother said they only had the same friends. Idk.

I heard my mom praying this morning about that and about my cousin, who’s a lesbian, and she been married since 2020 and like in her current relationship for 8 years (I think). The issue is my mom isn’t that bad, when my cousin came out my aunt (her mom) said at like a church thing that her daughter being a lesbian was the worst thing that ever happened to her, while she was there. My mom’s side of the family is all refugees for the Vietnam war, and that aunt was like middle school age during that. My mom was invited to the cousin’s reception she didn’t go bc covid. Idk. long, sorry.

Hi!

I'm so sorry your family reacted like that. I just want to say again that I really admire you for realizing those values are wrong, you know? And I'm proud of your brother as well. I hope your family is treating you and your brother okay after all of that?

Sending love!

[cinderellahoneymoon]

Omg, can I elaborate on papahoshi's stuff? >:3 So Kaname's mom found out about papahoshi's family blablabla, climbed on the stage and in the ruckus, papahoshi pushed her off and due to the fall Kaname's mom ended up dying. This scandal ended up with the police starting an investigation on him and uncovered a lot of shit on him. Except papahoshi was actually framed for all of these things by Priest because papahoshi and Godfather actually knew each other and papahoshi was actually Nagisa's teacher. Godfather intended for papahoshi to be his successor, which papahoshi didn't want, but Priest learned about this and didn't want it to happen either and ended up framing papahoshi to prevent him from becoming Godfather's successor.

Godfather did offer to help papahoshi out, but he declined which is presumably (according to Nagisa) because papahoshi didn't want to go into the shady business for his son (Subaru). Anyways, while in prison, papahoshi's condition worsened a lot because of all the stress (he has always been frail and this just made it worse) and he ended up passing away. Because of the scandal he got branded as the worst idol in history and even uttering his name became a taboo in the industry (we only know him as 'that akehoshi' in the story). And also because of the scandal, Subaru and his mom got scorned by society, their house got trashed and they ended up having to flee to somewhere else. This also led to Subaru barely having any social contacts and having to live in hiding for most of his life. Though that already started when he was born because he was never able to be 'that Akehoshi's son' as papahoshi's family was a secret. In Xday Subaru even lies about his name and refuses to be brought home because nobody can know where he lives (he was only 5 years old... can you imagine...). Anyways Subaru still wanted to be an idol, his mom was against it, but he still ended up going to Yumenosaki and was very isolated as a first year bc nobody wanted to hang out with him. Why? Because he was different from others and wanted to purely be an idol, while everyone else wanted to just make quick money blablabla. Anyways it isn't until the SS (! era) that we learn about papahoshi and everything from Subaru's past because in the finals some CosPro bastards decided to expose all of that to get Trickstar to be disqualified/lose. But thankfully Seiya came through and we got evidence that papahoshi got framed and everything. Happy end?

Not really, even now the situation surrounding papahoshi is still so vague and after the SS nothing really happened and everything got basically brushed over which we know from Bigbang. The industry just left papahoshi in the dust again after everything and doesn't bother with shit.

Also I mentioned before that Xday made me cry and that's because in the story Hokuto's mom came through!!!!!! Because of that scandal with papahoshi, people were supposed to delete any and all footage of papahoshi to further cover up his existence and everything, but Hokke's mom still saved some videos of papahoshi. In Xday, as a surprise for Subaru, Hidaka mama played a video of papahoshi where he sang and danced for Subaru as a thank you (context: 5 y/o Subaru and Hokuto were gonna visit their parents at work. Didn't happen for good reason lmao. Papahoshi was over the moon upon hearing that Subaru was gonna visit and Seiya was trying to get him to calm down while Hokkemama was recording). Subaru was over the moon seeing it and just aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, we got to see papahoshi as a dad instead of the idol. Sobbing.

Anyways yeah so that basically oh man, I rambled a lot. Unfortunately papahoshi is gone and will never return.

OR WILL HE? DUNDUNDUN...

In Sanctuary we learned that papahoshi might be/is alive and they haven't gotten back to that ever since.

AHHHHH WHAT THE FUVCKKKKKTHIS IS ALL SO GOOD

YALL R TAG TEAMING ME W LORE

[puppy-coded]

Too Smart {G.E.}

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Reader gets called dumb, Reader feels betrayed, slight angst??? Use of the nickname "pretty girl" because it makes me happy

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Gareth Emerson x fem!cute!reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 837 words

✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Gareth comforts you when someone tells you that you aren't smart enough to do what you want to do.

✰ 𝐀/𝐍: To the anon who said they needed more of this, ily. Tagging @ur-local-geek-fest bc she endorses my decisions and I showed her the collage so...

You were in a terrible mood after your last class and just wanted to complain to your boyfriend. You saw him by your locker and stomped over to him, steaming.

"Gareth, I need to talk to you about class." You told him, the anger still evident in your voice no matter how much your told yourself to calm down.

His face morphed into a softer expression when he saw you and heard how heated you were about... whatever had happened. "What is it angel?" He asked, trying to grab your hands.

You put your books in your locker and crossed your arms, looking upset more than anything. "You know Matthew Thompson?"

Gareth looked confused for a moment before answering. "The short one in band?"

You shook your head at his response. "No, no. The tall one on the football team. With the mullet and the freckles?"

Gareth's soft expression hardened at the mentio of that Matthew Thompson, he's a- Not Gareth's favorite person. "Oh... Him. What about him?"

You sniffed a little before starting your story. "We were in chemistry and we had a substitute right?"

"Right," Gareth nodded.

"She asked me what I wanted to do when I left high school and I said that I wanted to be a NASA scientist," You said.

"Lifelong dream, sure." He shrugged, not catching on yet.

You shook your head and ran your tongue over your teeth in annoyance before continuing. "And Matthew Thompson asked if I was sure I didn't want to be a housewife."

"Why would he ask that?" Gareth asked you incredulously.

You took a deep breath and swiped a finger under your eye, trying not to ruin your mascara with a tear. "I asked the same thing and he said 'Because it doesn't require intelligence to be a housewife. And you can wear as much pink as you want as long as your husband doesn't mind dating a literal child.' And you wanna know the worst part?"

"Obviously."

"Chrissy Cunningham laughed at his joke!" You exclaimed." She's one of my best friends, why would she laugh at something so hurtful?" You asked him, tears finally falling.

Gareth wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him. "You know what? They're just jealous because they don't have a 4.0 GPA."

You pushed away from him sadly and shrugged. "I don't know. I think I just want you to drive me home."

"How about this, what about we go to the mall?" He asked, trying to cheer you up.

"Didn't it burn down last year?"

Gareth's eye's widened before going back to normal. "New plan-"

You put your hand up to get him to stop. "No thanks. I'm good."

"Oh, okay." He nodded, leading you to his car.

The entire ride to your house was silent except for the radio softly playing today's greatest hits. It broke your boyfriend's heart to hear you crying in the seat next to him so he put a hand on your leg and patted it.

"We're home," He whispered.

You got out of the car and walked around to the driver's side. "Thanks. And I'm sorry for being like this today." You apologized, looking down at your shoes.

"Don't worry about it. Pick you up tomorrow?" He asked, practically hanging out of the window.

"Yes please." You whispered, not noticing he had wanted his usual goodbye kiss as you walked away.

He frowned before a newer plan popped into his head.

. . .

It was 6 in the evening and you were home alone in your pajamas. You jumped when you heard the doorbell ring and groaned before opening the door to see your boyfriend standing there with a plastic bag from family video in his hand.

You crossed your arms and leaned against the door frame. "Gareth, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at band practice?" You asked with a slightly annoyed huff.

He held up the bag with a wide smile. "Not when my pretty girl's upset! I got Snickers-" He began listing.

You pushed yourself off the door frame and gestured for him to walk into your home. "Come in."

"Wow it does not take much to convince you," He chuckled.

You closed the door behind him and turned on the television in the living room. "It's because I know you have Snow White with you."

Gareth followed you to fiddle with the VCR before popping in the tape. "It's because it's your favorite movie."

You sighed and sat down on the couch. "I just want what she has," You said dreamily. "And I do. My own personal Prince Charming," You cooed.

Gareth grabbed the bag with the snacks and plopped down next to you. "Aww. See? Already feeling better."

"Oh quit." You said, playfully slapping his chest. "Just turn on the movie before I change my mind."

[bluehourbucky]

coping

pairing: bucky x gn!reader

summary: bucky helping you throughout fallout with your best friend

a/n: something I'm going through right now and I need a bucky sorry this is so angsty and sad

[kinda short bc im using this as my coping mechanism]

bucky masterlist

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bucky doesn't know what to do with you. recently, you had a fallout with your best friend, and he knows you're hurt, but you're acting like you're not.

he tries to ask about it but you always say its okay and that you have other friends and him. your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes when you talk to other people. lately, bucky was the only one who could genuinely and that was rare.

seeing how you're beating yourself up over something that wasn't your fault hurts him to no end. he sees you looking at your phone waiting for a message that won't come his heart breaking for you.

you and your best friend had talked almost every day even before you had met bucky and when your friend started distancing, you were feeling guilty - like you had done something.

he hadn't seen you cry yet and it's been over 2 months since your best friend just dropped you.

the worst of all you don't even know how it happened because you were okay and then suddenly your friend just couldn't make time to meet you, no time to text but had time to do that with other people.

you had invited your friend to some party a month before it happened and got no answer, and the day before the said party you get a message: my friend just told me about this party wanna go with us?

to say that you were heartbroken was understatement, bucky saw the teary eyes when you said you didn't want to go and it broke his heart.

even when you told your friend you were hurt, they told you that you were being dramatic and that it was just a party. to you, though, it wasn't.

it was the breaking point - when you realised that maybe your best friend isn't your best friend. after that things started to click together that your friend had already started distancing themselves from you, you just hadn't noticed.

you refuse to talk about it and bucky doesn't push he's waiting for you to come to him.

bucky has been gone for two weeks now and he misses you a lot, and the little contact you've had wasn't enough.

bucky comes home late and he doesn't expect you to be awake but you are and you crash into him with such force that you almost make him fall.

"you're back." you hold onto him tightly like a koala and he holds you tighter. when he feels your tears on his neck he tries to look at your face but you won't let him.

"i'm here darling." buckys heart breaks hearing your sobs he rubs your back in comfort and cry harder.

"everyone leaves. why does everyone leave please don't leave."

your words make bucky sad. he knows how many people left you, and he remembers how hurt he was when steve left.

"i'm never going to leave i'm staying forever. i promise." you squeeze him a bit tighter

he let's you cry as long as you need and when you finally stop you look at him, face swollen eyes red, cheeks wet.

"thank you. i needed that. i love you."

he moves the hair out of your face and wipes the tears from your cheeks.

"i love you. forever. i'm here for you always. you don't have to thank me for anything you can always talk to me about whatever. your friend hurt you and it's okay to be sad about losing your friend. you talked every day it's okay that you miss them. and whenever you do tell me don't hold it in okay."

you wipe your nose with your sleeve and nod.

"okay. it will take some time but i will be okay know i will."

"i know, doll. i'll be here."

you fall asleep in his arms exhausted. bucky might not be able to replace your best friend but he can be with you to help you get over them.

[the end]

sorry this is so sad but I'm in my feelings and this helped.

[moronic-validity]

The Homecoming

Me: The Suitor is the last fic I'm posting out of order Also me: hehehe, oops

This is actually part of the original lineup, but I took it out because I didn't love how it flowed.

But here we are!

I asked, you guys answered, so here it is, the missing fic!

18+ bc the rest of the series is, I don't think there are any warnings

Simon’s vision went out of focus as he left Prismo’s time room, and refocused as he entered this new version of Ooo. 

He looked around for a moment, confirming where he was, then pulled out his phone. 

Marceline answered on the first ring.

“Hey dad, I’ve got you on speaker, Finn and Peebs are here too!” a chorus of hey’s followed her greeting.

“Marcy, I did it,” Simon had to stop himself from cheering, “I really did it!”

Marceline looked to her girlfriend and friend, tears in her eyes. She pushed the phone towards Finn, who was also doing his best not to cry. 

Finn pushed the phone to Princess Bubblegum, who was doing the best out of the three.

“We’re really happy for you Simon, promise you’ll call?” 

“Of course I’ll call, every time I have a chance,” Simon assured, “hey, I am going to go for now, just so I can find Winter. I’ll update you guys soon!”

He hung up the call right as Marceline and Finn burst into tears. Bonnibel put her arms around both her crying friends and sniffled. It’d be so different without him.

Simon tucked his phone into the pocket of his jacket, and made his way along the slick path to the castle.

The King sat on his throne, high above the rest of the throne room. It was a slow day. He took the meetings of any citizen who needed to air grievances of any kind. Most were petty disputes and bored him greatly. 

Simon had been prepared to beg for an audience with the king, but he was able to walk right into the throne room. The worst he had to do was join the line that had formed. 

It took Winter a few seconds to realize it was Simon.

Winter stood up and the crowd went silent.

“Fair citizens of our Winter Wonder World, I’m afraid I can not take anymore meetings today, though my door is always open for my wonderful subjects!” He bowed graciously to the few people still present. 

Simon’s head dropped as he walked out with the rest of those in attendance. 

“Simon Petrikov, I’m afraid I’ll need you to stay here for a moment longer.” He did his best to keep his voice as steady as it had been. 

He stopped and turned back around. 

Winter didn’t step down from his throne, but he lowered it to the floor, standing across the room from the other Petrikov. 

“You came back?” He took a step towards him. 

Simon didn’t respond, choked up at the sight of Winter standing and breathing, no longer a pile of ash. 

He broke out into a run, wanting to hold him so badly. 

Simon made it halfway across the room before he slid. He was so certain he could right himself, attempting to lean back to prevent face planting. 

Certain, until he nearly kicked himself in the head as he fell. 

Winter was there before he hit the ground, catching him before he made contact. 

“You caught me?” Simon wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline from the fall, but his heart was beating out of his chest. 

“Of course,” Winter smiled, “I’m radical, remember?” He rightened them both and helped Simon straighten his clothes. 

“I can’t believe you used that line again,” Simon laughed this time. 

Simon stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do now; so he turned and hugged the taller man. 

Winter wrapped his arms around him and squeezed him

Neither wanted to let go. 

Winter had to pull away first. 

“Simon, why did you come back?” He held the man at arm’s length, still wanting to hold him, but also wanting to see his face.

“Things didn’t feel right when I left..” Simon trailed off, not wanting to tell Winter everything that had happened. 

“Well, you’re definitely not the Ice King, but Fionna and Cake aren’t with you; were you able to get them back home?” 

“It’s a really long story, but they are home!” He laughed again, “I’ll have to tell you all about it some time!” 

“Well, I’ve effectively cleared the rest of my day so…I guess you have a story to tell,” Winter motioned to a table that appeared out of the floor, “Sit for a spell?”

They sat there and drank hot chocolate as Simon recounted the tales of his travels through the many versions of Ooo, conveniently leaving out the part about the other man’s death.

Winter hung onto every word, awed by Simon’s travels and the heartache that came with them. 

“So your version of Betty got absorbed into Golb and she managed to save you, again?” 

“She did and she did,” Simon nodded, “though I haven’t even asked, what happened when we left?”

Winter shrugged. 

“Well, not that much, as you know, the madness of the crown was broken by Fionna, freeing both me and the Cand- Princess Bubblegum.” 

Simon raised an eyebrow. 

“So things are back to normal?”

“Well, normal is a bit of a stretch. As anyone could expect, she was absolutely furious,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “She wanted me imprisoned for my apparent ‘war crimes’,” he did air quoted around the phrase war crimes, rolling his eyes, “but with me being an acting ruler, diplomatic immunity and all, she wasn’t able to actually do much, other than beat the daylights out of me.”

“But things are better now?” 

“Oh, absolutely not, but we make do.”

Simon snorted. 

“So Dr. Petrikov, how long do you plan to stay for your visit?” 

Simon’s face fell. 

He fully expected Winter to extend another invitation to stay.

“I…well…” Simon trailed off, “I was looking at moving here.” 

Winter beamed in delight.

“You’re staying? How wonderful! Do you have a place already?” 

“Oh, not yet,” Simon paused for only a moment, but that was long enough.

“Perfect, you’ll stay in the castle with me then. I have a room set up for you already!”

“I don’t need a room to myself,”

“Oh, then you’ll stay in my room with me?”

“I’ll probably just sleep at this table with how comfortable you made these chairs,” Simon laughed, “Plus, I couldn’t invade your space like that.”

“Oh please, if you think the chairs are comfortable, you’ll love the bed!”

“Winter, I couldn’t. I’m already a guest in your home.”

“No, not a guest…my advisor! You’ll be my advisor and everyone who works with me, must have their own quarters,” Winter clapped his hands, having solved the issue. 

“Well, how about you show me my quarters and I’ll sleep there tonight, deal?” 

“Perfect!” 

Winter took Simon’s hand and led him down the hall and to the left. 

“Welcome to your new home!” Winter said as he opened the door. 

It looked nearly identical to his college dorm room, down to the periodic table poster with the line ‘I only have sex periodically’ hanging above the writing desk. The only noticeable difference was that this room was made out of ice, and in his memory, his dorm room had not been. 

Simon smiled at the gesture, walking into the room, basking in his vague memories from undergrad. 

“Thank you Winter, I really appreciate this. More than you know.” Simon sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the man who hadn’t left the doorway. 

The king smiled, glad he had built this when they were visiting all those months ago. 

“Well, I must be heading to bed, royal business to take care of in the morning and all; good night Simon!” He turned and left, heading further down the hall to his own room.

Simon waited until he was sure Winter was asleep, then took the pillow and blanket from the bed and walked back to the throne room. 

He appreciated the gesture, that part was true, but he hadn’t slept in silence since before he put on the crown.

Now, without it, he couldn’t sleep in the quiet. 

He made a makeshift bed on the table, listening to the hum of life that came from the kingdom and fell asleep counting the stars glimmering through the dome.

[katsumiiii]

Anyways thinking about Katsuki with a little girl and how he cannot say no bc his little girl is a daddies girl 😔 she wants daddy to do her hair and he will do it with no complaints whatsoever bc whatever his little girls wants, his little girl gets, however he is also a pretty good father, bc i like to think he's much closer to his dad than his mother, bc his dad is so mellow but only gets nervy when his milf of a wife is like she hulk, and Katsuki listens to his advice and understands that no dad is the same, and no dad is perfect and Katsuki has a lot of trouble accepting that he won't be the perfect dad bc he wants his little girl to see him as this great man, but he understands that she might, but with a little flaws

So when she comes to him with her first heartbreak, he immediately goes into anger mode but then remembers how he couldn't go to his parents with that issue, and immediately calls you for help because he has no idea how to help

It's a learning experience for everyone, and no doubt his little girl listens and learns too because in every photo they have together, he smiles, because he didn't with his parents and he'll be damned if he makes his little girl suffer or cry.

One time he did and tried his best to fix ot by giving her his black card,,,,,,, and it was maxed out an HOUR LATER

but if anything Katsuki is so grateful to have you by his side because he wouldve been dubbed worst dad ever if it weren't for your help, and if anything it makes his love for you grow

literallyyy yes like if katsuki ever had a daughter she’d definitely be a daddy’s girl. like he’d just spoil her rotten and have a hard time saying no so that would leave you to do the discipline. and I also feel like the older he gets the more willing he is to ask for help. like when he was younger he used to think it was almost taboo to ask someone for assistance, but now he asks you for help everydayyy when it comes to his daughter.

and I’d pray she never gets upset with him because he’d just be devastated. kinda piggy backing on your daughter heartbreak thingy, let’s say she were to get a bf and katsuki find out right. and yk he’s all in ‘protective dad mode’ bc nobody can treat his little girl right in his eyes. so he does the cliché and scares off her little bf right. so his daughter finds out and is just lividdddd, I mean smoke coming out the ears type pissed.

“no fucking way you just did that shit dad.”

“hey, watch your fuckin’ mouth.” he barks, crossing his beefy arms over his chest. he didn’t rlly understand why she was upset in the first place. the boy was just some little punk katsuki scared off, and now he’s getting lip for it?

“dad, I’m at an age where I’m going to start bringing guys home that I like.”

“not in this house sweetheart.”

“and in what other house would I being doing it in?”

“I don’t fuckin’ know, but not this one.”

and she gets all huffy like he usually does and just decides to stomp off before she says something that might get her in real trouble, “whatever.”

and he’s just all wide eyed and confused like he doesn’t know wtf he did wrong ??? doesn’t quite understand that his little sweetheart could even catch an attitude with him, but there’s a first for everything !

you were listening to the whole thing tho and you’re just standing there kinda shaking your head at his obliviousness. he stalks over to you with doe eyes and is all like, “what the fuck just happened?”

“she’s pissed at you kats.”

“yeah but I don’t fuckin’ know why? i ain’t do shit wrong.”

“well then, figure it out.” and you just leave him there all awe struck, going to find your daughter to comfort her.

eventually he gets it after overhearing yalls conversation and grows enough balls to apologize. he realizes that his little girl is going to have other people in her life, other people that make her happy. and though it’s going to take him some time to get used to, he’s as on board with it as he can be!