#sorry about this one it’s literally almost 5am

[vinnyandthephenomena]

my friend told me tim looks like morrissey

[kuma-shima]

maybe. just maybe. (its mental illness innit) kokichi is right about the yandere thing lmao

[lanareadsbooks]

I’m confused about us?

Inspired by this mood board I made 🩷

This is basically just ooc Billy and literally doesn’t fit into the show’s storyline at all but I love me a good cowboy so I had to write about him.

Tags: Dom!Billy Sub!Reader punishments are given, spanking, smut, oral (m) lemme know if I missed any!

It’s 18 something (?? I have no clue when the show is set in) and you’re 19 when your parents decide drop you off with a man you barely know. William H Booney. They said “he’s a the son of some good friends of ours and they said he’ll straighten you right out” I don’t need straightening. You think. Geez you steel one truck and a bottle of liquor and suddenly everyone thinks your a problem. When you were first introduced you thought “hey maybe this won’t be so bad” You. Were. Wrong. Within the first 30 minutes your parents had left you, you couldn’t stand him. He came and sat down in front of your spot on his couch, Ok listen here little girl. He said, You frowned. Little girl? You thought. These are my rules. Follow them and you and me will be just fine. He smiled. No.1 please don’t steal no trucks or anything I have enough trouble with the neighbors around here I don’t need you making that worse for me. 2 Dont back talk me. There is nothing I hate more than an undisciplined girl. Your frown deeper. Though.. I guess that’s why your here isn’t it? He laughed like it was funny. You scoffed. No I’m here because my parents expect me to stay home and clean or embroider. You laugh, And that’s not something I can do every day. Oh? Speaking of that. You’re not gonna be goin out for the first two weeks. WHAT?! You said shocked. Yes mam I think it’s exactly what you need. He said patting your thigh. I need to not go outside? You asked rudely. No you need to realize you only get what given to you. Now I want you to understand if you break any of my rules you gon be goin over my knee that minute young lady. You understand? He asked. You turned red, w-what? You said hoping you misheard him. Yes mam I don’t know about y’all city people but right here when you misbehave you don’t like what happens to ya. N-no you don’t understand, my parents would never let a strange man do that to me. S-so call my daddy and he’ll tell you you’re not allowed to do that to me. You said almost confidently. Sorry sweetheart your folks were real clear I should do whatever need be to make you behave. Tears came to your eyes, but as long as you’re good you’ll be fine. You can do that right? You said to yourself.

No. No you can not.

Less than 24 hours later you found yourself over his lap, it happened because you saw some boys going on a trail ride through the window, you saw one of them had a flask. You thought how bad do I need that, you had been up since 5am thinking about Billy, how blue his eyes were how commanding his voice was (how good he’d fuck you) but that he’d probably never want you. He apparently he saw you as a little girl. Ugh I don’t like older men anyway (wrongg) you thought. As you tried to quietly sneak down the stairs and out the front door. You saw it was locked with a padlock. Shit you thought. Your eyes darted to the window. You smirked, I don’t know what he was thinking I can fit out of these windows easy. As you were lifting the window up all you saw was two hands towing over you and pushing the window back down. Your heart almost stopped. He leaned down to your ear and said. Now what do you think you’re doing little girl? He asked darkly. Uhhhh. before you could come up with an answer. He had picked you up and put you over his shoulder. You squeaked Ah! You yelled. Put me down!- he did in fact put you down… just over his lap. No! You yelled. Oh hush. No need for a tantrum now. I’m not having a tantrum! I’m a grown woman and you can’t do this t- you were cut off by him putting his hand over your mouth. You tried to wiggle your way out but he easily lifted up your skirt. And you felt a warm hand on your bottom. His hand rose, and fell quickly, alternating cheeks. If there was anyone else in the house they would have definitely heard the loud smacks! Billy was giving you. And your muffled cursing. After about 4 minutes of him doing this you were about to cry. You tried to get away but to no avail. He easily pulled you back to position and gave you two extra hard slaps. And kept going. He finished soon after you started crying. Your bottom stung. Nobody had ever done this to you before. It didn’t hurt that bad but the humiliation hurt He brought you back up and sat you on his lap, you quickly adverted your eyes down as to not make eye contact. But he harshly grabbed your face smooshing your cheeks together, listen, he said dominantly like he was scolding a child. This or worse is gon happen every time you disobey me , you let out a light sob just thinking about it. So I’ll let you decide whether or not you want this kind of stuff to keep happening.

No I really do not you thought.

It was two days later when you ended up in this position again. Billy had jokingly bought you an embroidery kit. And you had not so jokingly told him to fuck off. So he threatened to wash your mouth out with soap… what ? You said. I said you better watch your tongue or I’m gon have to wash your mouth out. He said dominantly. You suddenly felt very wet.. and figured what’s the worst that could happen? There are other things of yours I’d like in my mouth more sir. You said in a lustful tone, while looking up at him from your spot on the bed. Literally two seconds later he was unzipping his pants, he used your mouth roughly holding your hair in a ponytail. After he had came in your mouth and regained himself. You stood up and grabbed his shoulders, pressing yourself against him your body asking him for more- huh? You thought as he quickly sat and pulled you down and back over his knee. W-wait Billy- you tried to protest as he cut he off. Hush. Was all you heard before your skirt was lifted and smacks rained down on your poor bottom. “Luckily” for you it was a lighter one than your first but you were still confused. He was spanking you like a disobedient child. Not like a woman that had just sucked him off. “I’m confused about us” you thought.

This is it for today I’m totally planning on making this a series so request anything that would make sense in the story line once I get a few I’ll write part two so the more yall request the faster I’ll write. Also if you guys want to make any mood boards more this id love it! Also my request have been a bit wonky lately so if it doesn’t seem to be working just dm me please! Thanks for reading!

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 4 - Calm before the storm

Summary: Izuku is self-conscious about the silliest things. Y/N does her best to change that.

Kyouka is looking for a new flat so Y/N helps her with the flat-hunt.

Warning: This chapter ends with a cliffhanger, sorry in advance!

⚠️: Suggestive, mentions of Izuku’s “morning problems”, swear words, hint of angst!

First Chapter Master List

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“I don’t want to go.” Izuku mutters into your ears, his body flush against yours as he cuddles into your back at 5AM. It’s been ten days since the agency tour; having Luna around until late really made you both exhausted so instead of enjoying your new relationship you decided to take a breather and go straight to sleep.

Things have changed a lot. For instance, your usual Netflix binge is nothing but a make out session now; Izuku is constantly glued to you when he’s not working.

If you are still in the middle of making dinner when he gets home, he clings to your back and asks questions about the dish. He leaves the bathroom door open when he takes a bath so he can talk to you while he relaxes. That made you really flustered when he did it first but eventually, you got used to the lack of privacy so much you started to leave the door open when it’s your turn to take a bath as well. He’s also a cuddler when he sleeps, so… it’s constant. Not like you mind, it’s actually quite the opposite; as Izuku works extremely inhuman hours almost every day, having him in your space feels like a silent apology for all the time he’s not around.

Needless to say, Izuku didn’t let you sleep in your own bed since; hence why you just got woken up to Izuku’s blaring alarm today.

“You need to.” You giggle into your pillow. Izuku only whines at that, pulling you even closer, his hand wondering on your belly under your shirt; your whole face is red from the interaction and it’s extremely hard not to jump on the opportunity to keep him by your side for a bit longer.

There is a new kind of tension in the house since you two decided to act on your desires instead of suffocating on them; and that’s… well… sexual tension. A lot of it. Mostly from Izuku’s side.

Okay, that’s a lie, it’s definitely a mutual problem but you are so much better at hiding it; Izuku probably doesn’t even realize how hot his hands feel on your naked skin, how you can feel the twitch of his member at your lower back as his hands wander aimlessly over your soft skin, how possessive it is when he pulls you so close and takes a deep breath with his face hidden in your hair, filling his lungs with your scent so he can have you with him for the next 12-14 hours while he works. He’s also not shy to claim; sometimes, his innocent neck kisses end up leaving some marks; really tiny ones, barely there but the way Izuku looks at them when he sees a tiny splotch of pink half-hidden under your T-Shirt… his eyes are downward animalistic.

This makes you think about all the cringey Alpha-Omega fanfictions you’ve read on Tumblr and it really makes you laugh because most people consider Izuku as an Omega character but the real Izuku is far from that; if someone would ask you what type of character Izuku would be in this situation you would probably say the “hidden alpha” kind; everyone would think Izuku is an omega thanks to his adorable demeanor and they would probably shit themselves when Izuku gets jealous for the first time in his life. To be fair, Izuku being so possessive is kind of your fault as you were the one who told him to let himself have the things he wanted and he took it to his heart, but… yeah.

Oh my, how did you end up talking about fanfictions while the real thing is literally right next to you?! You are such a fucking weirdo, honestly.

You know Izuku did not fall back asleep again even though he did not move for the last five minutes at all; there is no fucking way he can think about sleeping in this position and… well… Izuku naively thinks you are not aware of his morning problems down south but it’s really hard to ignore them when you can literally feel it. No pun intended. You swear.

Ahh, you forgot to say; you haven’t… done those things yet. Nothing. Zero. You both try to make sure to stop right when it gets too heavy for some reason which is probably for the best because you really don’t want to rush this, especially not without having a proper talk about your current relationship status. To be honest, it has been bugging you for days; you know you two don’t really need to put a label on it to know that this is much more than two roomies sharing a bed but it would also be nice to be reassured that this isn’t just a temporary thing. Don’t tell this to anyone but Izuku isn’t the only one who wants to “claim” but you have no balls to do anything about it.

“I will think about you all day.” Izuku finally moves but instead of going out of the bed he positions himself right on top of you while he leaves tiny kisses all over your face, lips and neck then he moves down to your collarbone, cheekily trying to suck a tiny pink splotch there before he leaves.

“Maybe try not to think about me all day, otherwise you’ll feel really uncomfortable in your hero costume.” You giggle when Izuku stops his shenanigans to look up at you questioningly. His eyes are dark and sparkly, his hair disheveled and hell… you really want him to stay. It should be illegal to look this attractive so early in the morning.

“What do you mean?” Izuku mutters, looking like a puppy who doesn’t know what he’d done wrong.

“Well, your suit is really… tight.” You snicker and by the look of it, he still has no idea what you’re talking about so you cheekily decide to test your luck by flicking the hem of his underwear once. When the realization hits the poor boy he scatters to the furthest corner of the bed with his head hidden between his knees.

“You knew?!”

“Izuku, how would I not? You were snuggled into me just a few minutes ago.” You snicker, trying to soothe the pained hero by playing with the bird’s nest on the top of his head.

“I’ll never cuddle you ever again.” He mutters ashamedly and you swear there is smoke coming out of his ears.

“Hey! I would hate that!” You reprimand, while you grab his hair to force him to look up at you. Izuku makes a sound you try not to decipher for your own mental wellbeing. “I love this. I love all of you. Stop being so mean to yourself. I really hate when you do that.”

It’s true; you hate how Izuku stops himself all the time because he thinks he’s not allowed to do certain things. He also thinks he needs to be perfect, like having flaws will be the end of the world peace and he constantly overthinks the smallest arguments, makes himself feel terrible about things he can’t change… what Izuku doesn’t know though is that the only flaw you hate about him is this, his constant need to be perfect even though it’s his flaws you fell in love with, not the perfect facade he keeps up for the people every day.

“Sorry.” He mutters and moves his head to snuggle into his favorite place; your neck. “It’s all so… new. I’m not sure what I’m doing. I might freak out a few times in the next few weeks.” He admits as he slowly moves his body towards you. You embrace him as tightly as your sleep muddled body lets you; Izuku shudders first but finally, he relaxes into your touch.

“I love you. That’s not gonna change because of stupid things like this. I want to kiss your self-consciousness away. I want to kiss you everywhere until you realize how perfect you are. But go and get ready now, otherwise I won’t let you go.” You mutter into his hair while your right hand scratches Izuku’s scalp soothingly. He makes a content noise and lets himself be pampered for a few more seconds before he moves out of the bed, leaving a tiny kiss on your nose as he walks past.

“Come home soon, yeah?” You mutter into your pillow, ready to fall back asleep.

“Always, Sweet Pea.” Izuku smiles and closes the door behind him.

Fuck, you miss him already.

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“Hey, wanna help me look for flats?” Kyouka calls you around midday, out of the blue.

Apparently, she’s been kicked out of her apartment complex because the owner decided to renovate the whole building; you have no idea what the heck needs renovating on it as the last time you’ve been there it looked fancier than any of the other complexes in the area but it is what is, you guess.

“Yeah, of course!” You perk up; you are extremely happy to be able to help her out a bit, even if it’s nothing compared to what she’s done for you. “Wanna come over tomorrow? We can both save some links and have a chat about it!”

“Sounds like a plan, my dear!” Kyouka chirps, and the line goes dead.

Oh well, you really wanted to get some work done today, but it can wait a bit.

The rest of the afternoon goes by really quickly, you manage to find a few good deals and also make a few phone calls to get some more information which you write down in your notebook to go through with Kyouka tomorrow. You barely realize when Izuku gets home. You jump up when the door opens around 11PM; you literally have no idea how it got so late to be honest and by the grumpy look on your roommate’s face, he’s not happy about you not waiting for him by the door tonight.

You quickly close your laptop and make your way to Izuku who doesn’t wait too long to lean his forehead on your shoulder, clearly too exhausted for his own good.

“You didn’t respond to my message.” He grumbles into your shirt. Fuck’s sake, you really didn’t mean to ghost him today.

“I’m so sorry, Izu.” You mutter into his hair; he’s still in his hero uniform which means he haven’t had the time to shower yet but his hair still smells amazing. You love how the curls feel under your chin, you love how it tickles your skin when you snuggle into it… fuck, you missed him so much. “Go take a shower Izu, I want to cuddle.”

“Warm the bed for me, will you?” Izuku puts his hand on your cheeks and gives you a scorching hot kiss; you swear you’ll never get used to Izuku’s passionate side.

“Hm, if you keep giving me kisses like that…” You mutter into his mouth, licking his lower lip possessively. “I might just follow you to the shower.” Well, needless to say the boy is as flustered as a virgin teenager now; he quickly escapes your embrace and makes his way towards his shower, muttering under his nose with a red face. “Have fun!” You giggle as you quickly change into your pajamas and make your way into the bed to warm it up.

“You are the worst, Sweet Pea!” Izuku whines while you burst out laughing at how high pitched his voice is; he tends to make a really silly sound when he’s embarrassed, it kinda sounds like he just inhaled some helium. That reminds you of your first phone call with him when Izuku was hit by a quirk that made him sound the same way for a whole day; you remember how stressed you were, thinking that Kyouka set you up to live with pro hero Grape Juice as a prank but then…

Well, you know the rest. You feel so fucking lucky to be able to call this amazing human being your partner. Ahh, you really want to make this official now!

As Izuku makes himself comfortable next to you, you rest your head on his pecks for a bit; you can’t really sleep in this position because… well… Izuku is quite big in the chest area and you usually end up having a terrible headache for the whole day after sleeping like this. Extremely sad, you know.

“You are mine.” You mutter into his skin as you leave tiny kisses all over his chest. Izuku yelps, clearly surprised by your sudden possessiveness, but he doesn’t seem to mind; his hand wanders into your hair, his fingers moving on your scalp soothingly first then he grabs your hair to pull you up for another scorching hot kiss. You can’t even try to hide the surprised yelp that leaves your mouth which might as well be a moan, to be absolutely honest.

“Okay.” Izuku mutters into the kiss with a tiny smile on his lips. “Yeah, okay. I would absolutely fucking love that.” The kiss gets a little bit sloppy as Izuku can’t stop grinning but it still manages to make you all dizzy; you don’t really know when you ended up on top of Izuku, but fuck if you care; you barge in for another a kiss and for another while Izuku’s hands caress your sides under your T-shirt. It goes on and on until you both realize that Izuku needs to wake up in a few hours and do another 14 hours shift.

You were so close to finally see that tattoo on Izuku’s bum. So close.

Would it be really weird to just ask him to show you? Not right now, but like… tomorrow? During a less uhm… intimate moment? Damn, you are such a fangirl sometimes.

“When I’m next free…” Izuku mutters into your neck, back in his usual sleeping position. “Wanna use the hot tub? Together? Uhm… in less clothing maybe?” You can feel the heat of Izuku’s cheeks even without seeing the blush.

“Uhm…”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to, I just thought it would be nice… to cuddle like that. Uhm… okay, nevermind, this is absolutely wrong, I’m so sorry…” He starts his usual anxious ramble, but you don’t let him overthink.

“Izuku, I’m more than happy to do that with you, stop freaking out over nothing.”

“Uhm… I can’t wait for this week to be over.” The tightness of his grip is a little bit suffocating, but it says so much more than thousand words ever could.

I love you. I need you. I miss you. You are mine and I am yours.

There is no need to say any of that out loud; the message is quite clear.

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Midoriya Izuku is in seventh heaven right now. It’s 5 fucking AM but he’s already bursting with energy; maybe if he puts 120% into the day instead of his usual 110% he might be able to come home sooner.

The coffee tastes sweet, his brain took a trip to dreamland and the empty space in his skull is filled with fully pink cotton candy. The weather is good, Sweet Pea just told him she wants him to be hers, her kiss was so sweet and warm Izuku is quite sure his whole body melted and he’s only a blob of meat right now. Talking about blobs of meat, Izuku wonders how’s Shishikura doing; the guy had a terrible attitude back in high school but his quirk was extremely fascinating. Can he shape the blob now?

Izuku, focus.

Ahh, look! Sweet Pea left her notebook open!

He really wanted to ask her what she was doing yesterday but he kinda forgot between all the sweet kisses. She wasn’t drawing, that’s for sure; Izuku knows the exact face Y/N makes when she’s concentrating on a drawing and that wasn’t it. She wouldn’t mind if he would take a look, would she?

- Flat 1 ( xx street): Good price and fancy but a bit too far from the center + no stores are open after 9. Pets allowed.

- Flat 2 (center): Pricy but has the perfect location and looks relatively new - Close to Kyouka’s workplace. No pets. Really nice view!

- Flat 3 (center): Good price, quite old looking but tenant is allowed to make changes! Pets allowed, close to the police station and Kyouka’s agency isn’t too far away either.

- Flat 4 (center): Who has money for this?! I certainly don’t. High security, gym and swimming pool in the building, rooftop garden.

Izuku almost faints from the sudden surge of anxiety. He’s definitely misunderstanding this situation, right? There is no way…. There is no way his Sweet Pea wants to leave him right now. Why is she looking for flats then?

Was he too much? Is this too quick for her? Does she need space? Maybe she realized Izuku isn’t as perfect as she thought?

He knows he’s overthinking this and there is probably a really obvious explanation and his problem could be sorted with only one question, but… everything is too good, too sweet, too perfect… Izuku is ready for the catch and he feels like this is it, this is the day when his world crumbles again. Izuku is not used to having good things in his life, especially when it comes to love.

Izuku closes the notebook and decides to skip breakfast today; he doesn’t have the appetite anymore. The door closes behind him even though he doesn’t remember leaving the room.

Midoriya Izuku is on complete autopilot; the word is black and white, his mind is blank, his heart is bleeding all over the concrete as he makes his way to his agency to start the worst fucking day of his whole life.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Uhm… sorry! 😭 You know me though, I can’t do angst for long so this will all be sorted in the next chapter and you’ll absolutely love it :D

- If you have any questions, feel free to message me or send a comment!

- About the first bit: Izuku’s freak about about his “problems” down south might not make sense now but it will all make sense after the next chapter. Izuku has a reason for walking on tip toes when it comes to everything. He’s a broken little boy 😭

- So I managed to binge the first season of this (finished it in two days bro, I got hooked lol) and I need to say I really had to take a deep breath to not change the first few chapters up but it was really nice to see how the quality got better as the story progressed! I’m proud of myself!

- I ordered a beautiful Deku figurine. I’ll show it off once it has arrived. I literally have no space for any more figurines. With that said, I went out today and got 2 more. Send help.

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated as always! 🥦🌈✨

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[hueningchu]

Never again.

Genre: Heeseung+Jake x Cheater!Reader

Parings: Smut, Angst, Established relationship

Song: “Unfaithful” by Rihanna

Warnings: Smut, Angst with a sort of happy ending, Mentions of cheating on partners, Established relationship, Toxic friendships and Toxic relationships, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Spanking, fingering (I apologize in advance if any of this is cringy)

Summary: After one more month of sneaking behind Heeseung’s back, You and Jake are beginning to get messy with covering it up. It all comes crumbling down when Heeseung receives a text from someone. What is the text about? Who sent it? How will they explain themselves? Who will Heeseung blame in the end?

Pt. 1

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You would like to say those hours a day you spent with Jake was not worth it but..my god it was. You did not regret a single minute that you spent with Jake. Heeseung was so sweet and so attractive but Jake was just something else to you. He made you feel good but so bad at the same time. The electricity and the heat you feel between you and Heeseung was nothing compared to how you feel with Jake. People say girlfriends are supposed to have butterflies of excitement when their significant other walks in the room. However, when yours walks in the room you feel guilt and nervous butterflies. Nervousness that at literally any moment Heeseung can ask you..

"So you and Jake have been getting along pretty well?" Hee asked with his back turned to you while he stirred his drink. Distracted by your phone, you almost missed the question, so he cleared his throat and repeated it. "You and Jake have became good friends, no?"

Getting asked that so out of the blue made your voice a tiny bit shaky but you were hoping Heeseung did not notice that."J-jake? Oh! Yeah he's uh..really cool. That's probably why he's your best friend huh?" You tried to give a normal answer that wouldn't sound suspicious but that sort of failed.

"Why is your voice so shaky? Geez, I'm only asking a question." He giggled and flashed you a smile. His sweet smile was a sign that you were off the hook.  "But really quick.." Hee got up and walked into the bedroom to fetch his phone that was charging. "I got this text today." When he walked past the couch, He tossed the phone to you so you could read over the text. "Take a look at it. It'll make you laugh." Heeseung giggled again before walking back in the kitchen.

You felt your heart stop the minute you saw the contact name of the person who the text was from. It was a very long paragraph to Heeseung, from none other than...Jake.

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Jake: Hey r you up?

Heeseung: It's like 3 in the morning.

Jake: You answered tho..

Heeseung: Well no shit. I'm awake

Heeseung: I'm just pointing out that it's late as hell and you're texting me

Jake: when has this ever been a problem in our friendship?? You used to text me at 5am to get ready for school together😭

Jake: Don't think I forgot lmao

Heeseung: Shut up

Heeseung: what did you text me about tho?

Jake: oh yeah

Jake: It's kind of a lot so like should I tell you in person?

Heeseung: why did you even text me if you weren't gonna tell me until later..

Jake: I'm sorry

Jake: I feel really bad about it. So I guess I'm avoiding the topic..

Jake: I'll just tell you now then

Heeseung: Are you trying to make me nervous or sum??

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The next text Jake sent to Heeseung was the last of the chats for that conversation. It was a lengthy paragraph explaining how you and him have been together without Heeseung knowing. You could start clapping on the spot because of how good of a show Jake put on. God, he acted like such a quiet and innocent little boy in front of Hee but if only his best friend knew the things jake would do while he kept Heeseung completely oblivious. All of those little moments you had with Jake were coming back.

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"Yo. Wanna ride with me to go get snacks. When I come back the three of us can go." Heeseung said to Jake as he grabbed his keys out the dish near the front door. "Y/n is still getting ready so by the time I get back she should be ready to go."

"Nah, I'll stay here and keep y/n company. I don't mind keeping an eye out for her." Jake smiled at his bestie before Heeseung quickly left out the door. "Hey, y/n!" Jake yelled out for you as he hopped off the couch to walk into you and Heeseung's shared bedroom, where you were currently getting ready. "Hey." He poked his head in the doorway and smirked at you.

"Hey?? Did Hee come back already? You guys ready to go?" You we're sitting on the bed, putting on lipgloss and adding the finishing touches on your makeup.

"He actually just left. I wanted to come see what you were up to. Maybe we have some time to fool around a bit." The sneaky boy started to walk over to you and smiled. "You look so sexy with all that makeup on." Jake leaned down and went in to kiss you.

"Are you crazy? He could walk in at any minute. Besides, I just finished my makeup!"

Jake grabbed your chin. "Come on. I didn't say we had to screw or anything. Let's just.." he shrugged and sat down next to you. "Makeout or something before he gets back."

When he tried to kiss you on your freshly made lips again you moved back and rest your elbows on the bed. "Stop it! It's obvious when people get done making out. Especially with the way you do it."

"Come on. We are gonna be with Heeseung all day. I need something to think about while we watch the movie." He sounded so desperate for you. He started to use the baby voice he uses when he wants something. When you shook your head again which caused him to groan and put his head in your lap. "Please babygirl..I can't go a whole day without kissing your pretty plump lips." That's what got you. The second you leaned down to give him a deep kiss, you both heard the front door open. "Awe that's him. Well, let's get this day over with.” Jake hopped up and stood with his back facing the door. “And don't say anything stupid that'll get us caugh-"

Jake could barely finish his stupid sentence before Heeseung walked in and leaned on the doorway. "Let's get going. Y/n, Put the snacks in your bag."

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All the flashbacks and memories were running through your head while you read the text message. "Heeseung.." Before giving him an explanation you realized there wasn't one and just started thinking of which excuse you should go with. "What is this?" Oh. That's really how your instincts decide to play it? The oblivious act was not gonna work on Heeseung and the way you were executing it, that act wouldn't work on anyone.

"That's exactly what I'm asking you. Why do I have my friend texting me at 3am, telling me that he's been fucking my girl behind my back?"

"Jake is a dirty liar. I don't even know why he would tell you that. Let alone why you would believe him."

"I don't know. I've been friends with him for almost 15 god damn years and he's never slept with any of my girlfriends so.."

You tilted your head, waiting for him to finish his sentence. "So?..."

"So I'm guessing it's true." Heeseung walked over to you. "I should have known." He shook his head. "I should have known the minute I caught you leaving the house in the middle of the night." Heeseung was getting himself worked up. You could tell he was slowly boiling over. "I'm so fucking stupid. You told me.." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "You fucking told me you were going out for gas and I believed you. I can't believe I trusted you."

"What about Jake?" You quietly said.

Heeseung tilted his head and raised his eyebrows. "Did you seriously just ask me that? What about him?"

"Why is it all my fault and why is none of the blame on him?" Just as you said that you both heard a doorbell ring, causing your heads to turn towards the front door.

Heeseung chuckled and started to walk over to the door. "Funny you ask that. Cause I actually called him earlier and asked if he was busy. Told him that if not then he should come over so the three of us could talk." When Heeseung went to open the door you couldn't take it. You wanted to leave but there was no where to run. So you ran up to Heeseung and tried to convince him otherwise.

"Please Hee. Don't do this." You pleaded for him to just ignore it or tell the person on the other side to go away. You knew it was Jake and your heart couldn't take anymore stress or heartbreak.

"Don't call me that. I don't ever wanna hear you use that nickname again." Heeseung replied before pulling away from you to open the door for the visitor. Of course, it was just who you expected.

When the door swung open and you were both met with the main manipulator himself, You looked away and ran into the kitchen to get away from what was awaiting you. While Heeseung on the other hand faced his best friend head on. The minute he opened the door, Heeseung gave Jake the most bold and serious stare possible.

Jakes 'sincre' eyes met Heeseung's serious ones and he only said three words. "I'm sorry, man."

"Yeah. You said that already." Heeseung said as he leaned a arm on the door frame. "Don't just stand there, come inside."

Heeseung shut the door after Jake walked in. "So.." Jake took his coat off and started to walk towards the living room. "Where is she?"

"I don't know. She probably ran upstairs." Heeseung just stood near the front door, covering his face with one of his hands as he let the other rest on his hip. He was thinking about how hard this whole conversation was gonna be. "She's embarrassed."

Jake chuckled and started walking up the stairs to go find you. "Embarrassed? What is she embarrassed for? She did this to herself."

When you overheard Jake say such lies you came out of the kitchen. You were almost just as mad as Heeseung now. "I did this to myself?!"

You scanned the room for Jake and tears almost fell when you seen him and his shit eating grin standing at the top of the stairs. "There she is. There's the bell of the ball. Or should I say the lying cheating slut." Your eyes widened when Jake came at you with such vigor. He walked over to you and then pointed at Heeseung. "Look at him." When you wouldn't turn your head to face Heeseung's, Jake grabbed your chin with his other hand and forced you to. "Look at how hurt you've made him. All because you wanted one night of fun with me."

"It was more than one night, you asshole!" There goes the tears. You pushed Jake away from you and shook your head to get his grip off of you.

That's when Heeseung decided to jump back in on the argument. "How many nights exactly was it, Y/n?" He took Jake's spot and stood right in front of you. "Was it a special occasion type thing or was it every other weekend?" Heeseung pulled out his cellphone. "Oh, how about this? Let's go through our messages and see just how many times you have used a shitty excuse to blow me off."

Jake walked over and leaned on Heeseung's shoulder. "Should we make a game out of it? Try to guess which excuses are real and which ones are fake."

When Heeseung pulled up the messages he scrolled back a bit and then let out a giggle. "What about this one?" He showed Jake and kept it hidden from you. "Was she telling the truth?"

Jake took time to read it and then he giggled too before shaking his head. "Sorry but she was lying. It’s what women do, Heeseung. They lie and cheat.”

Gosh this was SO ironic coming from him. The fact Heeseung hasn’t called him out yet surprised you but it seemed most of his anger was towards you. "Who do you think you are? Don't try to pin this all on me." You turned to Heeseung and threw your hands in the air. "How can you let him stand here and talk about you like this? How can you let him come into our home and disrespect us?!"

"Us?! No y/n, I don't think you understand. There is no more us." Heeseung pushed you out of the way and walked up the stairs. He was gone for a bit before walking back with two suitcases. "And this home is no longer 'ours'."

"Are those my things? Are you throwing me out?!" You started to run up the steps but before you could Heeseung threw the bags over the stairs. You stood there shocked for a moment before the anger struck. "What the fuck! I'm not just a animal, Heeseung! You can't just throw me out onto the streets whe-"

"I can and I will. Do you expect me to keep you here after what you've done to me?"

"So let me get this straight." You pointed to Jake who was standing at the bottom of the stairs so innocently. "You'll kick me out and never speak to me again but there's no repercussions for Jake?" You gave Heeseung an exasperated look. "Am I the only one who this falls on? What's so special about Jake that you just can't bring yourself to lay the iron fist on him?

"What do you want me to do Y/n?! Want me to get in a fist fight with him because my girlfriend made a move on him?"

"He was the one who made a move on me first!"

Jake shook his finger. "Uhh actually no. That's a lie because if I remember correctly you told me that you had been wanting to hook up with me for months before I even brought it up to you."

"Ah ha!" You pointed at him again. "So you do admit that you're the one who made a move on me first!"

When Jake realized you caught him he switch the topic so no blame could fall on him yet. "I told you the first time we did it that it would never happen again. I made it clear that it was a mistake and that I never wanted to continue contact after that."

"I never asked for you again after the first time."

"So explain to me how you and Jake became a casual thing. If neither of you contacted the other after the first time then how did this become an item."

"Jake called me a two weeks after and told me he couldn't control himself. He said he knew it was wrong to go behind YOUR back but he couldn't help it and needed me in his bed again."

Heeseung looked hurt by this information and sent Jake a perplexed look. You knew he was secretly hurting and was trying to keep it together but he asked for the truth. So you gave it to him.

Jake definitely noticed the look Heeseung gave him so he took that as the cue to start explaining himself.

Only he didn't explain himself. Instead he shifted the blame again and somehow made Heeseung even more mad at you. "Oh? Was I the one who hit you up on Valentine's day and practically begged you to come over and fuck me?"

"Wait..Valentine's day?" Heeseung turned back to you with his brows furrowed. "Didn't I have to spend Valentine's Day in the ER with my brother?" You seen Heeseung start walking down the steps towards you. "I thought you were sick in bed all day and couldn't come with me to the hospital.

When Heeseung said that Jakes eyes widened and he held a smirk on his face. A smirk that made it obvious that he was trying not to laugh. "So..how is it possible that you were sick at home AND over my house on Valentine's Day?"

More tears found their way in your eyes when Jake fed into the fire that was burning in Heeseung. "I n-never went over Jake's house. Heeseung, I swear. I was at home on Valentine's Day." Your emotions started taking control and you started falling apart inside. The lying was a clear sign of that.

"Heeseung." Jake looked over at his best friend. "Why would I lie about something like this? Shit, I even have pictures in my camera roll that me and her took on Valentine's Day."

When Heeseung got quiet Jake knew it was the perfect time to convince him. "Take a look. They aren’t dirty pictures or anything. Just some pics we took at dinner." Jake pulled out his phone and started tapping and scrolling until he found the picture he was referring to. "Check the date."

Heeseung's face got even more sour when he seen this piece of evidence. "Seriously, Y/n?! While I was at the hospital with my brother?!" You jumped when he got loud. You don't know why. Heeseung never hit you but you were so scared. "To think that my girlfriend would rather fuck my best friend than come with me to the hospital to care for my brother is...a wake up call." He started to walk over to you. "I'm surprised I didn't find out earlier. Love makes you so blind and oblivious sometimes."

When you thought Heeseung would zero in on you some more for the horrible truth he just found out, he turned around. "And you." He looked straight at Jake and shook his head. "I can't even begin to tell you how hurt I am."

Jake put his head down in false shame and nodded at Heeseung's words. "You're right. I'm sorry I let me and y/n's  relationship get this far."

Heeseung waited to hear more from Jake but that was it. Heeseung raised an eyebrow. "So why did you do it?"

"I'm sorry?" Jake was a bit confused by the question.

"You said you knew your relationship with y/n shouldn't have gotten that far. So why did it? Why did you call her back and tell her you needed more."

Jake rubbed his arm. "I honestly couldn't tell you. Heeseung..You know I'm not the best with girls and so when y/n showed me the passion and love that she did I couldn't just let her go. I wanted more of that passion in my life."

"So what.." Heeseung shrugged and tried to hold in the tears that were threatening to fall. He didn't wanna cry. He wanted to be a man and face this situation with a cold attitude but it was too much..even for him. "Are you like..in love with her or something?"

Jake whipped his head up at Heesung and quickly shook his head. "N-No. I don't love her but I-"

Heeseung walked down the steps, walking past you until he reached Jake. "Are you saying you wanna steal her love and passion away from me?"

"Heeseung, I-"

No matter what Jake tried to say, Heeseung wouldn't let him get one word in. "Because that's exactly what you did. You stole her from me and ruined a perfectly good relationship. I can't even live in the same house as her anymore because all I can think about when I look at her is how you defiled and ruined her."

"He didn't ruin me, Heeseung." You tried to speak to him and get him on your side. "I'm still your perfect angel." You couldn't stop sniffling. "I'm still your baby."

Heeseung shook his head. "No. It's not the same anymore. God, I can't believe this is ending like this." You could see a tear fall onto his cheek but before you could wipe it for him, he turned away from you and Jake.

"It doesn't have to end like this!" You followed him into the living room and sat down on the couch in front of him with your hands together. "Please. Please give me another chance. I'll be better to you, I promise."

"No." Heeseung sat down next to you and took one of your hands into his. "I can't do that y/n. If I take you back then I'll have to break it off with Jake." Heeseung said this quietly to you so that Jake wouldn't hear.

I nodded my head and leaned closer to whisper to Heeseung. "Do it. Break it off with Jake and keep me. Jake was the one who started all of this turmoil. You should hear the things Jake used to say about you when we were alone."

"What type of things did he used to say?" Heeseung asked as he looked up at you and held your hand.

Just then Jake slowly stepped into the living room and you could see a scowl creep across his face when he caught glimpse of the hand holding you and Heeseung were doing. "Ask him yourself. Jake tell him about the things you used to say."

Heeseung let go of your hand and stood up to question Jake. "You gonna explain?"

Jake chuckled and wore that stupid smirk again. "Explain what? Explain how y/n used to scream out about how she wanted me and how i fucked her better than you?"

Before Jake could speak anymore a loud smack echoed throughout the room. "Could you have at least some respect. Is this situation not serious to you?"

The slap from Heeseung immediately made Jake go wide eyed. "I was just quoting what your so-called girlfriend said about me."

Heeseung went for another smack but Jake managed to block this one. "Did you just say 'so called' girlfriend? She was my very serious girlfriend who I loved very much.” Hearing Heeseung speak in past tense broke your heart and stunned your hope of a second chance.

"Listen. I'm sorry if you think I'm being disrespectful about this but you need to wake up and realize that she's the problem here." He put his hand on Heeseung's shoulder and looked him in the eyes. "Our friendship was perfectly fine before she came along."

"Our relationship was perfectly fine before YOU came along!" You stood up behind Heeseung and put your hand on his back.

"Get your hands off of him, slut." Jake pulled him away from you.

"He's my boyfriend."

"Didn't you hear him earlier? He's throwing your ass out."

"No. He said he's reconsidering giving me a second chance." You grabbed Heeseung's hand. "Right?"

"Go on. Tell her no." Jake’s grip on his shoulder tightened.

Heeseung broke away from the both of you and he put his hands up defensively. "Both of you need to back up." He stammered. "I don't even know what to think anymore. All of this is too exhausting."

"It's an easy answer." Jake stood near Heeseung. "She's out of the picture."

"Jesus, Jake. Why are you being so overbearing?"

"Because you are having sympathy for this girl who backstabbed you."

"Oh, that's rich coming from you." You said under your breath.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, Come on Jake. You're not a very innocent soul in this." Heeseung let slip.

"So what? You're on her side now?"

"I'm not on anyone's side! There are no sides in this!"

You sat back down and started to suddenly cry again. Both of the boys stop and looked at you. One of them came to comfort you and the other didn't.

Can you guess which one comforted you.

"Baby.." Heeseung kneeled down and rushed to your side. "Why are crying again?” He brought a hand up to rub your knee.

Of course it was Heeseung. It was always him. How could you not tell that Jake never truly loved you. Jake was only using you for pleasure. If anyone is to blame for this, it’s you for trusting Jake. With his dumb smile and empty words.

"You're gonna leave me Heeseung." You sobbed. "Aren't you?"

"I'm.." He paused and looked away from you. Trying to figure out the answer to that question for himself. He still hasn't decided what he wants to do. "I don't know, Y/n. I just know I love you."

"So you are basically saying you're taking her back?" Jake scoffed. "Gosh, you're so stupid."

That's when Heeseung snapped even more. "Seriously? What is your problem?! Do you have no shame or remorse?!"

"I have remorse but I'm just telling you this girl is not worth fighting for."

"You just stumble in and ruin my relationship. Do you even feel bad about what you did?”

Jake shook his head. “If it means I saved you from wasting your time on her.”

Heeseung stood up again. That was it. He couldn’t do anymore of this back and forth. "Get out. This is our home and I need you to leave right now." Heeseung raised his voice and pointed to the door.

You've never seen Heeseung yell at Jake like that. They are best friends so you have never seen them really argue. Unless it was over the video game. When Jake stood in silence for a while he eyed the two of you and both, you, and Heeseung could tell he had so much more to say. He looked like he wanted to blurt out a thousand things at once. "Do you really want me to leave?"

"Yes. Want me to walk you out?"

Jake widened his eyes and shook his head. "Nah. That's fine." He waved his hand in the air and turned around to walk to the front door.  "I've been here a thousand times. I know my way out."

Heeseung waited until he heard the door open and close. He let out a sigh he never knew he was holding in. "It's just you and me now." Heeseung had a sort of disgusted look on his face as he turned to eye you up and down. "How could you let him do that." He shook his head and walked up to you, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek. "You let him see and touch all of the places that were meant for me." His other hand started to travel up your t-shirt as he wrapped his arm around your waist. "I was your first and I was supposed to be your last."

"I'm s-so sorry." The tears were still running from earlier. You couldn't tell if the mood was more or less tense since Jake left. You looked up at him and leaned into his chest. "Please don't make me leave. I'm sorry I caused this."

He sighed and put the hand that was cupping your face behind your head, holding you close to him. God he wanted to scream and scold you but he just couldn't bring himself to truly kick you out. He loved you and all the chaos that came with you. It's not like you did this on the daily or anything and he knew that. That's why he was seriously considering taking his girl back. He wanted his sweet princess back.

"I'm not gonna kick you out."

You leaned back and looked up at him with wide teary eyes. "Really?"

He nodded.

"Does this mean you are gonna break it off with Jake?"

"You know I can't do that, baby." He kissed your head. "He's my best friend and I can't abandon him. Just like I can't abandon you."

"Oh Heeseung.." you wrapped your arms around his neck and jumped up into his arms. "I'm so sorry. I'll do anything to prove myself to you and show you that I'm gonna be better."

"You keep saying that but you are gonna have to show me now." Heeseung lightly pushed you down on the couch. "How about you take your pants off." With no hesitation you listened to him and took your pajama pants off. You then took your shirt and bra off to get it out of the way.

"You a little excited?"

Nodding, you spread your legs for him.

He chuckled. "Jake's right. You are a fucking slut. I never seen this side of you before." Heeseung leaned in, reached his hand down and started to harshly rub your clit. "You're always so incredibly innocent for me." He swears when he took your virginity and you looked at him with that doe like gaze he fell in love with you and you're pure like aura. He couldn't lie that he sort of liked this side of you too. You were just as submissive as before but a tad bit more straight forward.

Just when he got you wet enough, Heeseung stopped rubbing you and leaned back again. "Turn around for me."

Once again, you did as he said and turned around on your stomach.

"You gotta understand that I can't let you off too easy, baby." Heeseung started rubbing your clothed ass before he landed a hard slap on it. "If I don't show some assertiveness then you're gonna think it's okay to go around whoring yourself out." Another smack landed on one of your cheeks.

You let out a helpless yelp. "I promise. I'm never gonn-"

That landed you another hard smack "Don't speak. I'll tell you when you can talk to me."

He started undoing his belt and he swung it out of the loop holes before folding it. "Get over here and lean over my lap." Before he could say anything else, you bent over his knees. “Should I give you the pleasure or pain first?” He started to rub your ass again where he smacked earlier.

Not wanting to piss him off anymore, you waited a bit to answer because he told you not to speak unless he said so. “You can talk now, honey.”

“Pleasure!” You blurted out. “Give me pleasure. I’m begging you.”

He thought about it and nodded. “Alright baby. Whatever you want.” Heeseung set aside his leather belt for now and quickly pulled your panties down. He grabbed your hair and pulled your head up to whisper in your ear. “I’m gonna finger fuck you until you beg me to lay my cock into you.”

Ughh why was he so irresistible. Every word slipped off his tongue like a symphony and it incited the heat in your lower abdomen. Slowly you felt his hand creep right between your thighs and you opened your legs best you could. Heeseung slipped two wet fingers past your folds. Your man knew exactly what you wanted because he wasted no time pumping and pistoling his fingers in and out of your plush cunt.

Since Heeseung was getting tired of waiting for his turn he decided to speed up the process of you getting yours. The way he decided to do this however was something you were a bit scared for. He let go of your hair and reached over to grab his belt. “I’ll show you what dirty cheaters get.”

A loud wham filled the room, followed by a yelp from you. He continued fingering you roughly as he hit your ass with his belt ever so often. "Did I not fuck you good enough? Or did you just get tired of me? Is that why you went and had Jake take over for a while?"

"No Heeseung. I could never get tired of you."

"Then why did you do it darling?"

You stayed silent and looked down in shame when you had nothing to say. "It's okay. I'll make sure he never gets in your pretty little head again." Heeseung grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you off of his lap as he stood up. "Make sure you stay dumb for me and my cock only."

Heeseung pushed you down by your shoulders and you looked up at him, while getting on your knees. Watching as he pulled his layers of clothes down and let out his unbelievably hard dick. “I gave you pleasure then pain. You put me through so much pain and so now you have to give me my pleasure.”

You moaned as you took him in your mouth. Letting him do as he pleased. You were so pliant for him. The safe feeling you got from Heeseung made you start to think. You couldn’t believe you ever took this for granted. “Your pussy is probably gushing wet while sucking my cock. Isn’t it?” Heeseung kept a fistful of your hair in his hand while he thrusted his hips towards your face. “You wanna touch your pretty pussy, don’t you?”

When he could feel and so he pulled your head back and made sure you looked up at him. “Go on. Play with yourself while I cum on your face, gorgeous.” He took his other hand and started jerking right in front of your face, groaning when he caught a glimpse of you actually moving your hand down to begin playing with yourself.

You whimpered as one of your fingers slipped past your entrance. Heeseung could feel his first orgasm of the night coming and you were trying to finish what Heeseung started earlier.

Your whole body tensed up to give you a warning that your orgasm was here. As if all this wasn’t enough, Heeseung groaned loudly while his cum dripped onto your face and lips.

Heeseung bent down and grabbed your chin roughly. “Look at that face. So cute.” He leaned so close that his lips were almost touching yours. "This is your last chance, you little whore. Don't fuck with me again."

Everything was still so fuzzy but you managed to nod slowly. "Of course. Never again."

He kissed you deeply like he's never kissed you before.

"Never again."

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Notes: I’m so happy I am finally in a mood to start writing again. This is not very good for my first work back but it’s something light. Hope it’s okay and please ignore any grammar or English mistakes!

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Summary: Reader and Fred are confused about last night, reader is a little bit too sensitive but she encounters the right person to hang out with. Neville deserves a personality so I gave him one, hope you like it.

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Fem reader

Fred Weasley x Fem reader

Notes:

This ended up being way longer than what I thought, sorry but I love slow burn. No smut this time just fluff and angst.

Also no Fred, just a lazy autumn Sunday.

TW: self harm, anxiety, self deprecating reader. Also not encouraging marihuana use. They wore ugly sweaters the hole time.

Words account: 2,302

Chapter One

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Chapter Two:

Secrets under the covers 🌼🪄

Y/n woke up at 5am not knowing what had happened, why was she half dressed half naked? A random blanket covering her, bed messy...HOLY FUCK DID SHE? Godric's beard, she did, didn't she? The muscular pain she was feeling confirmed everything.

She dressed herself before pulling the curtains and with a lot of effort, managed to get in the loo without waking up her dormates. She looked at herself in the mirror through the darkness. She saw herself confused, a mess, in and out. What happened after...? Did she just fall asleep?. Obviously Fred couldn't stay so, no reason to freak out about it, he wasn't there and that was not a bad thing, just a normal reaction to her falling asleep after giving him her virginity. Y/n decided to clean her tears and wash herself a little before coming back to bed, where she revolved, overthinking until the sun was up.

It was a Sunday so it was a relief that she didn't have to go to classes and face him in front of everyone in the great hall, that would have been a bit to fucking much given the fact that she didn't knew the state of their now relationship (?) She obviously expected him to make the first move, her dignity didn't allow her to do anything else. So she waited in her dorm for him to come and say good morning or check on her, but it was almost noon and her stomach was the only thing demanding attention. Now y/n wasn't only hurt, but starving.

Fred was awfully quiet the whole morning, internally suffering some blockage, ignoring everything and everyone around and only reacting vaguely to Lee and George. They assumed it was just a hangover but after breakfast they confronted him.

Did someone nicked your wand brother? You are acting like Hagrid's slugs after a class with Malfoy.

No, I dunno, I reckon I did something awfully stupid last night

What was it? You said no more sneaking into Snape's den by yourself

No! It's not that, it's just-

Fred's heart stopped, Y/n was coming out of the great hall, walking without any direction, slowly, lost in her own thoughts, getting dreadfully close to their spot on the grass. George followed his twin gaze and immediately knew.

No you didn't

Shut Up

You knob head! What did you do to her? She's literally an angel and you knew she was in love with you, you said you weren't ready

Shut it George!

Fred was literally screaming in whispers and that caught y/n's attention, their eyes locked for some seconds but then she turned away visibly pissed.

George hit Fred on the head.

You, me, quidditch pitch NOW!

Y/N was swallowing her tears, she couldn't let anyone seeing her like this, they would know she was a fool. An easy one. She was feeling extremely self conscious, she was ugly and naive and boring and stupid. Fred's expression was tattooed on her brain, the feeling that she wasn't wanted, ugh. Loud evil thoughts screaming all of her flaws, everyone's eyes were on her, she was painfully digging her nails on her hand to prevent public crying when she ran into on Neville.

Oh h- hi Y/n, how's your day?

She looked at his eyes, not knowing what to say, and started crying.

Blimey, y/n did I hurt you? Wanna go to Madame Pomfrey? I can carry you if you need me to! Please don't cry I didn't mean it! I'm sorry!

Neville was freaking out, his tender words making her cry even harder, all of the things she wanted Fred to say were coming out from Neville's mouth as if he knew exactly what she needed. It was ridiculous. This whole situation was rubbish.

Nev, no! It's not you, I'm sorry, its fine. I'm fine.

Y-you don't look fine. Sorry I mean

yeah I know, it's just complicated.

They stood in silence for a moment, finally Neville got an idea.

C-come with me, I'll show you something.

Y/n was cleaning her tears with her sleeve. Considering Neville's proposition. She didn't wanted to be alone on the dorm again or worse, at the common room, so she agreed.

Neville guided her to the most predictable of all places at Hogwarts: the greenhouse. She hided a smile, it was such a Neville move to assume some plants would make her feel better. She appreciated the gesture tho, he could have just ignore her or mock and leave. But she knew Neville was not that kind of guy. However, she was wrong about him, he hadn't just took her to see some weird plants moving, they were in a hidden corner of the greenhouse, looking at a blanket behind a table full of dirt and seeds.

What are we supposed to...

Shhh

Neville crouched and removed the blanket with great care and 3 small kitties appeared inside a box.

Y/n died of tenderness, to Neville's satisfaction she looked so much better than before, her energy totally shifted while she carefully tried to got closer to the sleeping creatures. They had been born 2 weeks earlier in the greenhouse, their mom sadly didn't make it through so Professor Sprout and him had been looking out for the baby's.

He sat on the ground and made a space for y/n, she followed and beamed on the little fellows.

She looked like a totally different person now, it was one of his favorite things to see. People could change so much according to their emotions, they could be totally different persons through the day, so he always had to check on them before interacting. Something inside him told him that he could trust her so, he took out his tiny can and started to roll up.

Y/n was mesmerized, she loved cats so much and had always wanted one of her own but her mother was totally against it. It took her a few minutes to look away and noticed what Neville was doing. She was shocked.

I- if it makes you feel uncomfortable I can save it for later.

She couldn't say a word. Neville was about to put his stash away when she forced herself to speak

N-No! Uhm, it's ok it's just, I never thought you-

Its just a plant, I look it up! Compared to some day use potions it's harmless you know.

I know, I've tried some back home with my childhood friends, it's just that it's kinda illegal for muggles, and very rebellious of you.

Neville laughed, he was way more confident than ever, y/n couldn't believe it, he seemed like a whole different guy. "It's always the quiet ones" her grandma has said. She watched him concentrated in the task, effortlessly rolling a joint with his long delicate fingers, such a beautiful hands made her think of Fred. Damn, remembering so suddenly only made things worst, his face while he looked at her half hour ago made her stomach turn in the worst way. Well not the worst at least it wasn't diarrhea...

Neville noticed her vibe changing, her face holding a weird expression.

Do you want to talk about it?

She stared at him, pulling her out of her dumb thoughts. How did he knew?

Are you some sort of legilimency master or something?

He just smiled

Neville Longbottom was a year younger than y/n. They were very cordial on each other, not precisely friends because he wasn't at any of her classes but, she had always had a soft spot for him, because of his family tragedy and the struggle's he had at school. He often forgot about the password to get in the common room so she was always checking on him so he wouldn't be out for too long. She hated people bullying him.

He stopped smiling and rolling, locked his gaze on her and said something that felt like a dash of cold water

You know, I saw what happened last night.

Y/n couldn't hide her disturbance, her lips parted a little bit while he carefully continued

I mean, I saw Fred following you after you left the couch, did he did something to you?

Y/n was still trying to process the sudden revelation, she felt so embarrassed, of course someone watched, probably everyone knew by now, she was feeling hot, shame crawling over her skin, about to dig her nails on her skin to prevent crying again when he put his hand on her's

I- It's ok, I didn't mean to intrude, it's just... even if I like Fred, even if he is someone I look up for, If he hurt you or anything I'll

No! He didn't, don't worry, Im fine, really.

Uhm, ok, you sure?

Yeah, sure Neville, who would have guessed you'll be such a knight on a horse, look at you, hiding all of these personality traits.

Y/n was used to mask her emotions quite well, at least most of the time and even if he make her feel safe, she didn't wanted to spoil the moment by ranting about Fred's horrid actions. She wanted to have some fun, and a spliff with Longbottom was something to tell the kids.

He observed her for a moment and carried on, getting the shit done once and for all.

After some smokes away from the kitties they got back to their sits besides them. Neville had turned on the old record player and after some minutes, a whimsical song started playing with a female voice filling the air. The greenhouse felt like it was coming more alive, the golden light of the autumn sun falling through the glass. Neville was smiling, y/n had her eyes full of sweet dreamy light, the sun hitting perfectly on them while she saw all of the things he loved revealing themselves for her for the first time.

He had always thought that there was some sort of unnamed magic on sharing the things that you loved with someone else.

You know y/n, I'm sure that one of the reasons we are alive is to be understood.

Y/n turned her head away from him and started shaking violently, hands on her face, not a sound coming out.

Hey what's wrong!

Neville was trying to pull her hands out of her face to see if she was choking or something but then she finally managed to laugh out loud and roll on the floor

Ugh, though you were dying or something

She laughed harder

"You can go on your own way" as he said, Neville exclaimed.

Y/n was still trying to recover but put some attention to the song

I don't want to shaking up you know, I wanted him to be my boyfriend, not just fucked him

Neville's face went full red

So, I'm truly the last virgin on Hogwarts? Cheers.

Oh no Neville don't say that, there are first years that haven't -

Neville laughed

Shut it you damn creep

They fall in silent again, and some fierce song filled the room.

Damn Neville that's good, what is it?

Fleetwood Mac, it's American.

I had never ever heard of them, are they new?

Nah

How did you came to have such a gourmet taste in music?

Ahm, this is my mother's, she kinda lent it to me.

Y/n felt silent, the weight of Neville's words falling over her, she knew what had happened to Neville's parents, she found out one day from professor McGonagall talking to Madam Rosmerta on the Three broomstick s. Y/n had felt so much sorrow for it all.

Neville felt the need to fill the silent

L-last nights record was mine too you know, Andromeda Black send it to my mother as a gift some years ago.

Oh wow, really?

Yeah, she's like a muggle record dealer for wizards with strange interests.

Y/n was lying on the floor looking at the clouds through the ceiling windows. Neville was such a bad ass behind the scenes, he was probably the coolest kid in the whole school

How can you be so cool? You are not even trying, it's so not fair Longbottom.

He felt a twist inside his stomach, cheeks wildly blushing. One of the things he liked the most from y/n was that she always said the things she thought about people to their faces, specially compliments, must of the people would be embarrassed to say such nice things to others, scared of what they could interpret, but not y/n. She was brave and sweet at the same time.

It started to get dark, they were really hungry, exhausted from all the laughter.

Ugh I'm so hungry but I don't want to go and have dinner with all of the Gryffindor's. I'm usually with them and everyone will notice me not talking to them.

Neville had an idea.

Why don't you go to my room and wait, I'll bring us dinner.

Really? Would you do that?

Sure

Neville stood and helped Y/n who had sleeping legs, he made her run and the laughed all the way up to the castle.

They had a great dinner, never shutting up about their favorite desserts, records and bands, the fact that Neville didn't knew that much about muggle concerts or y/n didn't knew about the wizard's society because she was a muggle born.

They pulled the curtains and made a silence spell to avoid Ron and the others, prolonging their now sleepover.

They were awfully comfortable, a weird feeling of belonging pulling them. They felt like they had known each other all their lives. They fell asleep while they shared secrets under the covers.

[oniikabuto]

general hcs ☆ south park

-- sfw --

characters: the main 4

a/n: it's literally midnight. i need to be up at 5am tomorrow. i'm writing about south park on tumblr.

synopsis: just headcanons of sp kids! their little quirks and habits and stuff

oh also aged up

...

— ⛧ e. cartman

has all of the really good snacks in his pantry

had a phase where he really wanted to be a garbage truck driver as a kid

listens to ariana grande and lady gaga

sings his heart out in the shower

refuses to admit it if you ever overheard him

weirdly sharp canines it makes him look like an evil little rodent

allergic to picking up after himself. there's literally a trail of shoes all the way up to his bedroom

never takes stuff out of his pockets before his mom washes his clothes but then gets pissed when his earbuds and stuff go through the wash

smells like baby soap

bites his pencils and they look horrendous

one time kenny asked to borrow a pencil and he threw it back almost immediately after feeling the bumpy chewed-up wood

thinks that menstrual products shouldn't be free because "can't they just hold it in??"

kyle will fight him about it

loves chocolate milk to death

— ⛧ k. mccormick

gappy teeth

but it looks cute on him

likes cds even though he doesn't have a cd player

always packs his lunch in the morning and karen's

there's little holes on the insides of his pockets and he has a habit of sticking his fingers through them and wiggling them without realizing

which make the holes bigger

keeps a porn magazine in his school backpack and leafs through it on the bus or in the library as if he's casually reading the news

sex jokes just SLIP out. he doesn't even think before he makes a sex joke.

his backpack is a mess and he uses the little pockets to store trash and edible wrappers and crumbs

has a disposable somewhere that he hits in the middle of class

kyle gives him a disapproving look when he stumbles into class high as balls

street smart but doesn't know how to do long division

favorite food is chicken nuggets with ranch

loves ranch (i fucking love ranch fight me)

will let you paint his nails

probably listens to tiktok music like mitski and radiohead and shit

also the smiths

— ⛧ k. broflovski

4.0 gpa all the way until that one A- in pe. junior year that dropped it to a 3.9

cried about it and sulked for weeks

stan almost left him because he got so sick of it (rockin that 2.9)

"dude it's not that big of a deal"

"MY LIFE IS OVER STAN YOU DONT GET IT"

keeps really organized notes- not just for him, but for the sake of his friends who take shitty notes

he has freckles idc if they said he's a daywalker HE HAS FRECKLES.

has a 10-step hair care routine every night

spends longer in the bathroom doing his hair care thing than his mother

spends 30 minutes every day watching tv with ike no matter what

gets violently competetive over kahoot

listens to the cure and elliot smith

keeps a different notebook for each class

— ⛧ s. marsh

always has at least one earbud in

sometimes when there's a lot on his mind, he gets very easily distracted

will step in the shower with his socks still on by accident

has a little crush on kyle (sorry style brainrot....)

used to read a lot as a kid, not really much anymore

unconciously messes with little papers or napkins in his pcokets and tears them to bits

gets like no sleep ever because he can't ever get off his phone or whatever he's doing long enough to try and get some sleep

still gets nauseous whenever he's near someone he has a crush on

terrible at articulating himself through text

if you want to show him a video or post, you would have to show him irl because he won't see the tag.

smoked weed once and decided it was overrated, but will sometimes get high if kenny asks or something.

loves vanilla flavored things even though it's basic

constantly has random change and wads of cash in his backpack because he's too lazy to stuff his things back into his wallet

[boydepartment]

Pizza Parlor- Lee Felix: Chapter Four

Description: Y/n is a stressed-out college student who has no idea what she is doing with her life. She is always wrapped up in nostalgia and her friends seem to know exactly what they're doing. Feeling insecure one night she decides to go on an old website. Club Penguin. Little does she know; she would encounter a certain penguin who was also having a rough night.

Stray Kids are idols, TXT is not.

Partial smau, mainly written.

Warnings for chapter 4: cursing, house egging, kinda scary reaction image??

WC- 2.1k back next

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Song for Chapter 4: Not A Love Song – Austin Moon

Chapter 4: Late Night Talks.

                “OH MY GOD STOP YOU KNOW FOR A FACT THAT MORDECAI BELONGS WITH MARGARET NOT CJ.” You sat back in your chair and started laughing, currently you were in a heated debate on whether Mordecai should’ve ended up with Margaret or CJ in Regular Show.

                “CJ WAS SO NICE! AND SHE TOTALLY REMINDS ME OF YOU SO.” Felix said back, getting WAY too close to his surprisingly good quality mic.

                You gathered yourself from laughing, “MORDECAI DIDN’T DESERVE HER THOUGH, IT DOESN’T MATTER IF SHES BETTER.”

                “Okay what did MORDECAI DO?!”

                You almost fell back laughing, “FELIX, LITERALLY WHAT DIDN’T MORDECAI DO?!”

                Felix let out a small chuckle and thought for a moment, “okay you have a point…”

While talking more about the childhood show you got a text from Yeonjun, you were surprised he was still up, it was pushing 5am.

After he stopped replying you gave your attention back to Felix, “sorry about that my roommate texted me about our friends debit card.”

                “Is everything okay?” Felix asked.

                You let out a small laugh, “yeah he just texted me telling me our friend literally left his card in his own backpack.”

                “Tell me about your roommates.” He sounded so interested, it made your heart leap.

    ��           “WELL! Yeonjun is a friend from highschool, he is really nice, kinda a weirdo sometimes though, then there’s Kai, he’s a real sweety, me and Yeonjun met him our sophomore year, and then Taeyhun we kinda just picked up off the street.” You let out a small laugh, “Beomgyu and Soobin are in our little group too, but they live on campus.”

                Felix let out a hum of acknowledgement, “wait a sec, you live with really smelly guys?”

Oh man, this was a big reason, aside from your awkwardness, that led you to getting no bitches. When they found out you lived with 3 guys they would run for the hills. So, that’s why you stopped even trying, it was less stressful that way too.

                “Yeah… you don’t think that’s weird, do you?” You were really nervous of his response; you weren’t trying to PERSUE Felix. However, the crazy thought had crossed your mind multiple times.

                “NO NOT AT ALL!” You heard him bump into his mic a bit, “you’ve known them since highschool, I don’t think that’s weird at all!!!” He was very quick to reassure you.

                “I am really relieved; a lot of people go running to the hills when they find out I hang out with all those weirdos.” Taking a sip of water, you went to open the steam icon, you and Felix got way off track from playing video games tonight.

                “I won’t, pinky promise, I was friends with a lot of girls in highschool if I’m being honest.” He spoke so smoothy, it still takes you off guard when you really think about it.

                “Are you not now?” You joked, not expecting this conversation to take a serious turn.

                “Not really, I mean I have colleagues but it’s hard with my job.” After Felix answered you felt immensely confused.

                “What is that supposed to mean? Are you like a male stripper or something?”

                Felix let out a loud laugh, “nonono! Although sometimes it does feel like it…”

                You joined him in laughter, still confused as ever but it was okay. Laughing with Felix always made your heart race over text or now on call. You couldn’t help thinking though if he had some weird Magic Mike job or something. Honestly with as much charisma he has you wouldn’t be surprised if he did work in a field like that. There was nothing wrong with that either.

                “Did you have a favorite game growing up other than club penguin?” He broke you out of your thoughts.

                “I played a lot of Toon Town and stuff, I was mainly a Nintendo kid too.” You smiled, remembering all the fun times you had when you were a kid. It was also as like Felix emitted the same warm feeling.

                He let out a loud noise of agreence, “I AM STILL A NINTENDO KID!! When my friends and I get breaks from working whether it be at a venue or hotel we always bring a switch! I remember this one time during one of our breaks my friend totally lost his shit… It was so funny.”

HE HAS TO DO SOME SORT OF PREFORMING! HE MENTIONED A VENUE… Hmm this was truly some puzzle that YOU wanted to crack.

                “That sounds really nice, my friends and I haven’t done that since highschool. It has mainly been movie nights and cooking dinner together.” You answered.

                “Hm! We do that too! I bake a lot.” This thought made you smile, he BAKES!

                Part of you felt that it was so easy connecting with him, “my grandma and I used to bake!”

                “Oh really? Do you have a favorite recipe?”

                You thought for a minute before answering, “definitely her cheesecake.”

                “Don’t let my stupid friend who likes Moshi Monsters hear you say that, I think he’d start begging you for a copy.” Even though you two were far away from each other it really felt like you could’ve been next to one another.

                “I wouldn’t give it to him anyways, he likes Moshi Monsters.” You joked, “oh! You mentioned you liked baking too! What is your favorite?”

                He clicked his tongue before answering, “probably brownies, the last time I baked cookies it was a disaster. And it was in front of a TON of people.”

                “I am so jealous I love brownies.” The thought of them made your stomach growl.

                Felix accidentally hit his mic again before speaking, “not to BRAG or anything but I am known as the brownie boy amongst my friends.”

                “Wooooow!” You teased him.

                “Oh shit! Whats your steam username?” Felix asked, now also being reminded of the goal.

                “Oh its-“ You were about to answer when you heard something at your front door, “um hold on a sec… I’ll be right back.”

You heard Felix say something as you got up from your laptop. Who on earth would be at your door this early in the morning? Hell, you shouldn’t even be awake after not sleeping all night. You walked to the door and checked the peephole, you saw three people standing outside dressed in dark colors. Okay what the fuck??

The next thing you knew one of them was digging through their bag and throwing it at your door! WHY WAS YOUR APARTMENT BEING EGGED!?

You quickly grabbed the bat by the door and slammed open the door, all three figures yelped and started running. Looking down you noticed one of them dropped something out of their backpack. You walked over and leaned forward to pick it up.

                “Samantha Heeler.” You read the name ID outloud.

This was Beomgyu’s girlfriend’s friend. Those fucking- there goes not wanting a strained relationship anymore. You huffed and went back inside, locking the door behind you. You slammed the ID on the island and immediately ran to your room. You grabbed your phone which laid on your desk. You quickly dialed Yeonjun until he finally picked up.

                “Y/n what is going on!?” He sounded somewhat annoyed but also tired.

                “TELL BEOMGYU HIS STUPID GIRLFRIEND AND HER FRIENDS EGGED OUR APARTMENT. I WOULDN’T HAVE KNOWN IF ONE OF THEM DIDN’T DROP HER FUCKING ID CARD WHILE THROWING AN EGG.” You were furious at this point, you walked out, completely forgetting Felix was on the call on your laptop.

                “Wait what!?” At this point he was fully awake. You hit the facetime button and he quickly accepted it; he looked like probably has a hangover. You showed him the ID and your egg covered door as well. He looked absolutely furious.

                “Fuck. Okay I will send like Kai or Taehyun back. I need to talk to Soobin and Gyu.” He hung up and you were left to clean up your door. Beforehand you took photos of the mess and the school ID. You squatted down and tried to clean up the eggshells, you were now tired, it being 6am now. Getting lost in your thoughts you were totally taken aback when something was thrown at your head. You touched your hair and felt the gooey substance, when you turned you saw the three girls again. They were laughing at the fact they just hit their main target. You were so close to losing your shit, but you already knew you had somewhat of the upper hand here. Yeonjun knew what happened, you had photos, it was fine. You simply just finished cleaning and went back inside. You mumbled when you walked into your room and slammed the door behind you.

                “Y/n?” You heard from your headphones. OH MY GOD YOU FORGOT FELIX WAS ON THE PHONE. You quickly rushed over to your desk and put your headphones on that now were covered in egg. Good going y/n.

                “Felix I am so sorry I totally forgot you were on the call you could have just hung up I wouldn’t have gotten offended or anything.” You were rambling.

                He let out a yawn, “it’s okay I promise, I wanted to make sure everything was okay. You’re home alone, right?”

You wanted to make a joke about him sounding creepy but held back, “yeah I am now…”

                “Gosh what is wrong with the area you’re living in?” Felix let out a soft laugh.

                “College town I guess…” You mumbled, letting out a yawn, “and my friend’s girlfriend hates me. I have to get egg out of my hair then sleep, I accidentally pulled an all-nighter cause of you again.”

                “WHAT Y/N DON’T DO THAT BECAUSE OF ME! THAT ISNT HEALTHY!” Felix got close to his mic AGAIN, you winced at the loudness but then started laughing. You thought he was so cute.

                “I’m sorry, I’m sorry you’re just nice to talk to… Things here have been a little complicated…” Your voice trailed off around the end, getting lost in thought, partially due to sleep deprivation. Felix let out a sigh.

                “I get what you mean, with my schedule and stuff, things have been complicated for me too…” His voice trailed off as well.

                “…It’s like talking to you is a breath of fresh air.” You both said at the same time.

                “OH!” You perked up now fully awake and fully aware that egg was STILL on you. Felix laughed what you presumed it to be from nerves.

                “I should get this egg out of my hair…” You let out a soft laugh now messing with it. He let out a hum of acknowledgement.

                “And please get some rest too… I should start heading to sleep too.” Shuffling.

                “Goodnight Felix.”

                “Goodnight y/n.”

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[desceros]

So I'm this anon... (And this is gonna be long and a little sappy because it's like 4:40am-ish as I'm writing this, I'm so sorry, I wouldn't have the confidence otherwise):

"I gotta know, gotta ask- HOW do you write the way that you do?? How does one get to that point? I've been wanting to write fanfics for awhile now, but I don't know where to start, and just... do you have any advice at all for beginners? Because you're like... really good at what you do!!"

-Except I finally made a blog to keep my interests anonymous, and while I feel scared still (I am like... an overly ashamed person over interests and such), I want to get over it.

Just wanted to say that like... I had already liked your writing before, but I had been trying to stay away from Symphony at least until there was more written... I caved and read it all today because of the asks you've been getting, finishing up just like thirty minutes ago at 4:30am because restless nights. And I just wanna say that like... the feelings I'm having right now are certified crazy. I feel empty but like... so, so full all at once?? I spent the last few chapters of reading crying (So much so that I had to stop a few times just to see), only to realize that I was picturing everything in my head that I was reading. Vividly, or as much so as I can, with my imagination being more... vibes than anything, anymore. Like, settings and everything are easy. Feelings like rain and stuff too. But I haven't been able to picture things this vividly, haven't been able to focus so intently on reading and just reading... since early high school at the least?? Well over five years ago. It's a feeling that I've craved desperately, to sink into a different world and just exist there... and it's not the same that it used to be, but it made me cry all the same, to have even a fraction of that feeling back.

And I mean, a lot can be said about me as a person that a fucking tmnt fanfic (More like a few tmnt fanfics) gets me back into a headspace that I've been chasing for literal, actual years, but I think it's more an indicator of the intensity and thought behind your writing than anything. It feels silly, but like... reading what you write feels like a gift to me, just for the fact that I can get even a slight bit of the magic of reading back, something I have truly, wholly missed for so long. Even more so because I want to write again, to finally, actually write- Which... I mean it's the internet and I'm not gonna trauma dump, just... It's important for me to say, important to me that I specify. I've lost these feelings, the ability to focus on reading, and been unable to write, among other things, due to a lot of trauma. And the fact that I'm getting this back almost solely because of you, it means so much to me, and it wouldn't feel right not to say it.

As silly and cheesy and sappy as it feels... just... genuinely thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart, for being so unafraid to be yourself and do what you do, pouring so much time and thought into the things you enjoy. It really, truly inspires others to do the same, and it inspires me to be less shameful, less apologetic about myself and my interests, and more brave. I'm gonna wrap this up before I write you a fucking novel though (Especially because it's past 5am as I'm wrapping this up, and I'm not doing so well- definitely didn't spend 30 minutes on this...), just like... I don't know. I had to get this out of my system. You're great, super, super great. I'm afraid I haven't articulated my thoughts well enough, but if I mull them over forever, I'll get too scared to send this. And if I start writing again, when I start writing again because damn it I will, I want you to know it's almost singlehandedly thanks to you, as well as the rest of the lovely tmnt fandom.

(Again I'm so, so sorry for the length and sappiness omg I swear I have a sense of shame and will be embarrassed after adequate rest... Gonna go hide in my hole now)

puts my hands on your shoulders. looks you in the eyes. i am. So Proud Of You.

first. let me say that i am really. just insanely aware that admitting that youve been in a dark place and moving out of it is a difficult, difficult thing to talk about. it’s a difficult place to be. it’s like. an advanced performance of humanity in a way. reaching into your own brain and scooping out the parts that don’t make you happy anymore. it’s so. so hard. important. valuable. life-changing. but hard.

and i’m proud of you for doing it. i’m?? so amazingly touched??? to know that i had any hand in that. holy shit. sick. but my part in this is small, even if it doesn’t feel that way to you right now. you’re the one doing all the hard, difficult work. and i’m rooting for you!!!

i know there’s a lot of stigma against ‘trauma dumping’ and for good reason. but i also think it’s important to be able to open yourself up and discuss the vulnerabilities you feel. that’s how humans are meant to heal our souls. with one another, hand in hand. i hope sending this made you feel better. i hope reading my response will make you feel better. i hope you are able to find that place of healing. i’ve been there myself and it’s—it’s nice. being able to feel things again.

be unashamed. be unafraid. let your heart grasp the things that bring you joy. write the things that make you happy. chase your light and bottle it for the days when things feel dark again.

thank you so much for such a lovely ask. it really made my day and brought me so much joy and happiness. may that now turn upon you threefold 🌸

[random-citizen2008]

Tangled the series as actual text conversations I've had with my cousin (tweaked slightly to make sense with the context)

Warning: this is a really long post

Lance:Hi

Lance:Hi

Lance:Hi(+ about 9 nore of those)

Eugene:😠

Eugene:no.

Lance:ok😔

Eugene:what do ya want?

Lance:nothing

Lance:I'm just bored

Lance:I've got to much time on my hands

Eugene:this is why you're in my contacts as most annoying Friend.

Lance:Really!!! I'm your most annoying Friend!!! YAYYYYYYYY!!!

Eugene:why would that be a "yay" thing? You should be deeply offended.

Lance:oh.... Well I'm not!!!

Eugene:To bad for you

Eugene:Now you must be executed.

Lance:No, I think it's to bad for you. And good luck executing me.

Eugene:Oh just you wait.

Lance:ok

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Eugene: I wish it would stop raining

Eugene: Also... What if I just don't go to (whatever royal thingy) tomorrow...

Cassandra: You have to go. No excuses.

Eugene: But I want sleep

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Rapunzel:I got 2 new kittens...

Cassandra: How many kittens are you planning to get!?!?

Rapunzel: Probably only 58 to start

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Cassandra: You have 1 free ticket to ask me anything! (I can’t lie)

Varian: what's your deepest darkest secret

Cassandra:That is literally what my friend just asked me. And I don't know!!!

Varian:Fine, re-do. Who's your least favorite in the group?

Cassandra:Depends on which boy is being the most annoying

Cassandra:But I can tell you Rapunzel is my favorite

Varian: Probably a fair assessment

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Varian:We dont have power!!!

Varian:and like all the towns around us don't either

Varian:we are not going to get power any time soon

Eugene:Then why are you texting me? Shouldn't you be saving your phone's battery since you can't charge it?

Varian:Probably

Varian:But I don't care that much

Eugene:🤦‍♀️

Varian:my dad has a phone and he's responsible

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Rapunzel:Hi

(She sent that bout 17,000 times)

Rapunzel:Why are you ignoring me!!!

Rapunzel:I've texted you sooo much and you're just not texting me!!!

Rapunzel:VARIAN!!!

Rapunzel:Did you block me again?

Rapunzel:😭😭😭(again, times 17,000)

Rapunzel:Varian!!!

Varian:What?

Rapunzel:You've been ignoring me for sooo long!!!

Varian: it's called ✨not wanting to talk to a crazy person✨

Rapunzel:Then I guess I shouldn't want to talk to you anymore.

Varian:Ok😁😁  Narrator: and they all rejoiced

Rapunzel:🙄

Rapunzel:I need a new favorite friend

Varian:Me too

Rapunzel:Well at least we agree for ones

Varian:Once*

Rapunzel:And this is one of the many reasons why

Varian:I'M SORRY, I CANT HELP IT!!!😭😭😭

Rapunzel:Are you really sorry. Because I don't really believe you.

Varian:Its a force of habit, I can't help it.

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Cassamdra:I blame you.

Rapunzel:For what?

Cassandra:Everything.

Rapunzel:What's that supposed to mean?

Cassandra:.

Rapunzel:🙄

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Varian:(sends pic of celebrity crushes)Aren't these folks HAWT

Varian:Are you ignoring me?

(Hours later)

Eugene:yes, and I guess there hawt.

Eugene:sorry, not.

Varian:It's literally almost 5am and I still haven't gone to bed... Please take my phone away from me so I don't die of sleep deprivation

Eugene:Also why in the world are you awake

Varian:Because I can be...

Eugene:You haven't gone to bed yet!!!

Varian:Nope. Hero's never sleep.

Eugene: I literally just woke up!?!?

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Varian:Guess what

Catalina:What do you want?

Varian:You're a nerd

Catalina:But you're more of a nerd

Catalina:I was already aware

Varian:Good😁

Varian:Maybe, but that doesn't change the fact that you're one

Catalina:Well sucks to be you

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Varian:I'M GONNA FLY TO THE CASTLE AND PUNCH YOU!!

Cassandra:YAYYYYYYYY!!!

Varian:You wont be so happy once I get there.

Cassandra:I'd like to see you try and punch me

Cassandra:I'm a lot taller and stronger than you

Varian:I don't care, I'll buy stilts and work out.

Cassandra:Have fun with that, lol.

Varian:I will

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Rapunzel:I'm sooo bored

Cassandra:Tap Lance or Eugene on the shoulder until they get annoyed, annoying your friends is the best way to cure boredom

Rapunzel:I have already done so and I'm bored again

Cassandra:Make random noises starting with a whisper getting progressively louder and louder until someone notices

Rapunzel:No...

Cassandra:Why not?

Rapunzel:Because

Cassandra:That's not an answer

Rapunzel:I'm done with you

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Eugene:Hush little baby, don't say a word

Eugene:Or I will throw at you a turd

Cassandra:🙄

Cassandra:and that's why you're my least favorite in the friend group

Eugene:What an honor to have bestowed upon me

Cassandra:Rapunzel just reminded me that actually Lance is my least favorite friend so...

Cassandra:You can't even have that honor

Eugene:Dang, what can I do to become your least favorite?

Cassandra:Kill Lance

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[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

Hi i just need to put this into words and possibly get an outside perspective that isnt from my friends and such

I dont know if i can call what i went through as a teen neglect.

This is pretty long sorry, just skip to the end if necessary

TW: Alcoholism, Neglect? Sorry if i missed anything

To explain fully, i was taken out of school in 7th grade due to mental health issues and one very abusive and ableist teacher. That left me alone at home for 80% of the week, which was fine i had plenty of food and such to eat and i preferred being alone to recover from everything. I never went back even once i was "recovered"

But then when i was about 16, my mother's mental took a nosedive. She started having hospital level panic attacks. It wasnt that bad at first, cuz despite everything i still atleast had food and such for when she had to spent a day or maybe two at the hospital, which was rare. I could survive on my own with the limited help i got.

It sucked, my quality of life went from "meh could be better" to "okay uh we're surviving in decent comfort atleast?" In the span of a few months. But it wasnt the worse

Then the new year rolled over and it became worse. My mother took up drinking to cope and that spiralled fast

To the point her hospital visits became weekly almost daily, my life went from "okay i can life like this but i rather not" to "haha, im gonna end up in the hospital too-" in less then a month

I basically lived with my grandmother for a month and, she barely had any food there because they always went out to eat, food wasnt allow upstairs unless you were sick, beds felt worse then wood floors, and she didnt respect my issues

I was pushed aside, i didnt eat more then a mini bag of chips most nights because the only things to eat where expired, take out from places i didnt like, or things i literally cant eat either cuz textures or allergies.

When everything went back to almost normal, there was barely any food at home, i slept in my mother's closet because my old stalker tried breaking into my room while we were gone (also bugs overtook my room because the window was jammed for the rest of the time before we came home because of that) and my mother didnt want us to share her huge bed because i apparently violently slapped and kicked her awake till 3am when we tried (i didnt go to bed till 5am the one week when we tried, and she always woke up at 6am for her meds and such especially during this also we both slept on the very edges)

My mother would sleep all day, only waking up to take her meds and eat and stuff.

Dinner went from a "happens most of the week" thing to "you'll be luckly if you found a warm thing to make and eat"

Basically, i kinda starved often till things calmed down later in the year. I think a broke college student ate and slept better then me that year.

When i was 18 it happened again but i had a job so it wasnt as bad.

I dont blame her for like 40% of that hell, her and my father where going through the 5th messiest divorce of our closeish family has witnessed (tho it was actually kinda tame compared to the top 4 so idk the actual severity), and her mental health was already on decline for reasons that are not mine to tell

But like can i call what happened neglect?? It sounds like it but idk i actually can call it that.

Like yeah i starved most of my time as a 17 year old, slept in a cramped closet during said time, developed back issues cuz of that, was barely able to care for myself due to depression, was subjected to to smell of weed and the smoke from it often despite the fact it makes me extremely sick, was very suicidal, was told i was a burden and was making the situation worse cuz im autistic and was basically the new family afterthought

But like, does it really qualify as neglect and can i call it that if it is? Most adults i talked to at the time, even my old therapist said no because i was "17 and should already know how to care for myself on my own. And shouldnt take the words said in a probably drunken state to heart" but like there no way i could care for myself?? Atleast not without taking less then ideal options. Also that doesnt excuse the extremely hateful things yelled at me???

So im really conflicted here, was it neglect or am i just being overdramatic??? Every therapist ive been able to go to says im just being dramatic but my friends says im not so ????

Hi anon,

I'm so sorry about what you've been through. You can most certainly call these experiences neglect if that is a term you would like to use.

Neglect by definition is to fail to care for properly, and by legal definition it's "the failure of a parent or other person with responsibility, for the child to provide needed food, clothing, shelter, medical care, or supervision to." Not only were you not provided sufficient food, but it seems likely that your emotional needs may not have been taken care of either, with an unavailable mother and a disrespectful grandmother. It also sounds like you were not given adequate shelter and medical care, considering where you slept, the bug infestation, and how that affected your development. So yes, in many ways, your experience aligns with neglect.

I think it's important to remember that it's common for trauma survivors to feel like they're being dramatic when they validate the severity of their trauma, and that it makes sense to be in some level of disbelief that it's worse than you initially thought. Please know that you are valid as a trauma survivor, and remember to be patient and gentile with yourself as you explore what this means for you.

Ultimately, it may be helpful to work with a mental health professional such as a therapist, if you can access or afford it. A therapist, especially one who specialized in trauma, can mediate your healing journey and help you find ways to make sense of, process, and cope with your experiences.

If anyone has any comments or suggestions, feel free to add on. Otherwise, I hope I could help, and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

[forehead451]

i am so petty for this? like PETTYYYYY BUT. feel like already a decade and im still not over it SMH

literally one of the worst days of my life in an emotionally draining way.

she planned an intervention for me. at her house. at 8am. had to pack all my stuff after work to move out the night before (friday) so id be ready to move when i returned (sunday). woke up and left the apartment at 5am. it took three hours of transit (subway, coach bus, regular bus) followed by walking in february thru the snow and ice cold and the sun hasn't even risen yet.

i barely slept. i never wake up at 5am and i had to do a whole trek. arrive at the house with a bunch of our friends. im barely alive and haven't eaten. belly empty and i always need breakfast or will eventually get dizzy if i exert myself too much but we were going FOR breakfast so ofc id wait. just as we're serving our food, im putting food on my plate and starving hungry. while i do so she starts the intervention and the only person who actually was there purposely stayed home. im on the spot and people (who i love but regardless) who were completely removed from the situation i hear youve been discussing me and my worst moments and deepest shames and they're telling me ive not been myself while she's speculating on my motivations and that ive been trying to manipulate and take advantage of that person and im just thrown for a loop. its been some of my darkest times and ive also never liked myself more as a person and finally have someone who i actually connect with in an emotional, physical, and intellectual way that ive been craving so im so happy while also hating myself bc of my failures. so the things that im happiest about are what are causing them to be concerned and the worst things in my life are being laid out in front of everyone. all before 9am on an empty stomach in the winter and im fucking freezing.

then after crying for the entire morning and afternoon, i then have to lug my weekend bag across the city and i can't go to my boyfriend's bc hes not home and im supposed to meet him at his friends house who I haven't even met before for a dinner party and i cant go back to the apartment bc shes home and i have no privacy to cry and we'd have to talk about what happened, that or maybe she was at her bfs so she had the keys. so i go to my bfs friends house where all his best friends are congregating and i dont know anyone and im emotionally drained and freezing cold and then he gets there late and doesn't say hello to me immediately and im sitting by myself in the corner and trying to be engaged in the conversation happening and then its dinner time and he almost doesn't sit next to me for reasons ill never understand and then all we go home at like 1am and im ready to collapse and then at home, i am still in shock so when he asks me how it went and how i felt about it i tell him it was good and thought i told him all about it only to realize months later that all id said was "it was good, i learned a lot" and didn't tell him how gutted i actually was. so.

idk

i go home the next day and sob while packing up my toiletries and say im so sorry over and over to her. then i move out and thats that 48 hours of hell.

[ellieswaifu]

hii :)) im so obsessed with ur writings! can u do another smut (ellie x f!reader) where reader gives ellie a sexy dance leading to rough sex? and a lot of dirty talks from ellie cuz AAAAHH IM SIMPING SO HARD FOR ELLIE AND UR WRITINGS OMG~ ty ty

mercy | ellie x fem!reader

⌕ summary. ellie comes home to a wonderful surprise; you give her a lap dance.┆masterlist

⌕ warnings. fucking filthy ok guys so mdni, cursing, literally smut for a whole 3 thousand words; thigh riding, fingering, oral (f. receiving), overstimulation, degradation, praising, pet names (slut, baby, princess, babygirl), dumbification, use of strap-on. size kink? uhh not proofread *thumbs up*

⌕ word count. 3.23k+

a/n: ty for requesting!! publishing at like 5am bc i can’t sleep LOL // i may or may not have gone overboard i sorry if this is too mucch ;-( i hope u enjoi - bella <3

When Ellie steps through the front door of her converted garage, she doesn’t expect you to cover her eyes from behind her with your delicate hands, blocking her vision. A breathy laugh leaves her mouth, as she stays still, waiting for you to say something. You lead her several more steps into the room with your hands still over her eyes as you sit her down in a chair.

“Your eyes better be closed when I move my hands,” you tell her.

Ellie smirks, practically hearing your smile behind your words, “Okay, okay.”

You slowly pull your hands away from her face as you take a peek from behind her. She listened and kept her eyes shut, carefully listening to your every movement, her mind shuffling to try and find out what you were planning to do. Ellie can hear you shuffle from behind her where her nightstand was and if she remembers correctly, there was an alarm clock, a small stack of her superhero cards, and a boom box sitting right next to it on the floor.

You can’t hide the excitement on your face as you insert a CD into her speaker, but there was also a sense of nervousness in your body, wondering if this was something Ellie would like.

Shaking off your thoughts, you click the play button on the boom box. A slow but sensual song fills the room, and Ellie can’t help but smile. She can hear your footsteps coming closer from behind her, feeling your hand on her shoulder as you step in between her legs.

“You can open your eyes now,” you whisper into her ear, before stepping away to stand a little farther from her.

Ellie eyelids flutter open, and suddenly your standing right in front of her under the dim lighting in one of her larger flannel shirts, loosely bound together by one button, your obvious breasts hiding behind the fabric and your soft legs on full display for her. Fuck. She’s eyeing every inch of you, and she swears her heart is beating at the same tempo as the song playing in the background.

“Are you wearing my shirt?” Ellie smirks, already knowing the answer to that question.

But, when you start moving, Ellie almost loses it; gripping the sides of her seat tightly, suppressing the urge to jump at you and eat you up like you were last meal.

Her jaw hangs slightly in awe as she watches you dance in front of her. The sway of your hips and your arms rubbing at your waist, pulling the fabric of her flannel up only slightly, teasing the sight of your black, lace lingerie, is driving her near the edge.

“Fuck, (Y/n),” she breathes out, staring hard as you dance to the rhythm of the song playing in the background.

Ellie groans when you turn around, shaking your hips lightly and pulling up her flannel, putting your ass on full display for her. So pretty. She can’t enough of you. She wants to reach out, to grab you, and fuck you like there was no tomorrow, but she doesn’t move an inch. Something about the way you were looking at her is telling her that there were going to be consequences if she moved from her seat.

You continue to dance to the music, your body moving in smooth waves, as you make your way towards her. The smile on your face makes her want to ruin you, make you feel so good that you forget her name.

With lidded eyes, you stare at her you lean down, your cleavage right in her face. Ellie almost stops breathing, staring down the valley of your breasts, wanting to rip that shirt right off of you.

“I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now,” Ellie admits as your gentle hands move to rest on her shoulders.

You can’t help but smirk at the comment she just made. Bringing your legs over her thighs, you sit on her lap, your soaked panties rubbing against her jeans and Ellie brings her hands to put on your waist, but the moment she touched them, you slapped her hands away and she just looks at you with her eyebrows furrowed, confused as to why you didn’t let her touch you.

“No touching, Ellie,” you whisper into her ear, wrapping your arms around her neck as you roll your body against her chest.

Ellie swallows the lump in her throat and goes back to gripping the sides of her chair with a groan, leaning her head back in frustration, “Please… I want you now.”

You smile into her neck, leaving light kisses on her skin, as the friction of her jeans against your core makes you even wetter.

“Not yet, Ellie,” you tell her with a smirk playing at your lips. “If you keep hands to yourself, I’ll let you do anything to me.”

And just like that, Ellie listens immediately, her grip on the chair loosening only slightly, feeling nothing but your breath on her neck and your body against hers. Ellie can’t help but breathe heavily when you drag your hands against her torso, feeling up her abs through the thin fabric of her shirt before going to your own, playing at the buttons of the flannel that was barely holding on to your body. She’s biting and licking her lips impatiently in frustration, wanting to put her hands all over you and pull those damn clothes off of you.

At an agonizing pace, you undo the buttons of your shirt, sliding it off of your shoulders, as her green eyes finally meet the black lingerie that your boobs sat so nicely in and your panties hugging your hips perfectly. Her breath hitches and stares down at your delicious body with her lips parted. The hardest thing she had to do right now was to control herself from rubbing her palms all over your skin, shoving her fingers inside of you, making you moan. She wanted all of it now.

But you wouldn’t let her do that if she broke the rules.

The moan that leaves your mouth makes Ellie realize what you’re doing. Your hips rolled over her legs as your clothed clit rubs against her thigh. The rough friction of her jeans has you trembling in her lap, grip on her shoulders tightening as you try to get off on her thigh.

“Look at my dirty, little slut… trying to cum all by herself…” Ellie smirks, watching you fuck yourself on her thigh as she flexes the muscle in her leg. “Are you sure you don’t want me to help you right now, baby?”

You moan louder at the sound of her voice, but you shake your head, not wanting to give in to her little ploy to get you to let her touch you.

“Oh, but I can make you feel so, so good,” she whispers into your ear with a low, patronizing voice. “I can fuck you so hard.”

You continue to shake your head in denial, an attempt to hold your end of the deal just a little longer, but her words were driving you insane. You continue to grind against her thigh, moving back and forth as her jeans rubbed your clothed clit again, and again, and again.

You were trembling now, and Ellie can feel your wetness soaking her jeans as you rode her thigh. She watches intently as you roll your head back, her face right in front of yours, observing the way your face contorts and your mouth hangs lowly with your eyebrows furrowing hard above your closed eyes. You look so pretty. Moaning right on top of her. Your pussy rubbing against her thigh. Fuck, she was so close to touching you.

“I- I’m— c-close—“

Ellie already knows. She can feel the way your shaking, the way hips tensed every time you you moved. Without a warning, Ellie brings her thigh up slightly, suddenly pressing onto your clit, making you yelp and jolt, holding onto her tightly with your arms.

“Gonna cum for me, baby?” she asks you, pressing her flexing thigh harder against your slick pussy. “So fucking wet…”

And finally, you spasm on her lap, legs trembling, as you try to close your legs as much as possible. You soak her jeans way more than before, and you’re a little embarrassed at how messy you came on her leg, but when you look up, Ellie just gives you devious smirk.

“Gorgeous, little girl,” she calls you. “Do you not want me to touch you?”

You only stare at her, still trying to catch your breath, grip on her shoulders loosening, “I- I want…”

“Hm?” Ellie hums, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and away from you sweaty forehead.

“I- I want you to touch me—“

And you don’t even get to finish your sentence. Ellie grabs your thighs and lifts you up, standing from her chair. You wrap your legs around her and try to prepare for what she has in store for you. She leads the both of you to her bed, and roughly throws you down onto it with a huff.

Ellie can’t help but stare at your body, sprawled out just for her. Her hands move to pull your bra downwards and away from your breasts, freeing your nipples in a smooth motion. Fuck. She rubs her hands all over you skin, over your stomach, down your waist and then to you thighs where she lifts them up with ease, spreading them apart from each other. She can see your cum dripping from from pussy and down your thighs through the fabric of your panties and she can’t help but groan. So fucking delicious.

“Look at how much you came, princess,” she says, rubbing her fingers against your sensitive, clothed clit. “My little slut can cum a little more than that, can’t she? You said you’ll let me do anything to you… Are you sure you can handle it?”

You moan at the feeling of her fingers playing with your folds through your panties, nodding eagerly at her words, “Mhm— Yes, Ellie, please…”

“Please, what?”

“Please, fuck me—“

Ellie drops to her knees and gives you a long lick through the fabric, before pulling them right off of your legs, ripping it a little bit when she pulled on them. She can’t help but take a second to stare at your dripping core, pulling your pussy lips apart with her fingers. Your slick cunt messy with your previous release, dripping onto her fingers. Fuck. She wastes no time, delving her tongue right into your hole, mercilessly lapping you up like it was the last time she’ll ever get the chance to. She devours you, holding back nothing as you moan and shake, wrapping your legs around her head.

Ellie moans into you pussy before wrapping her lips around your small bundle of nerves and sucking hard. You help at the stimulation on clit, pulling at her brown hair and suffocating her with your thighs. You feel her fingers playing at the side of your pussy only for a second until she pushes them inside, stretching you out with her slender fingers as she voraciously sucks on your clit.

“Fuuuck—“ you moan loudly, legs already shaking as Ellie locks you in place to get you to stop squirming away from her.

The suction of her mouth and her fingers plunging into to you again and again has you coming in a matter of minutes. You come right on her fingers, screaming her name as she lets you ride it out for a only a moment. Ellie smirks against your clit, pulls her fingers out of you, leaving you empty and clenching around air.

You feel her tongue inside of you once again, pulling you down to the edge of the bed. She laps up your juices, cleaning you up with your tongue ruthlessly, as you pull at her bed sheets — an attempt to get away from the continuous overstimulation. Her tongue shows no mercy, swirling inside of you. You taste so fucking good in her mouth. She’s drinking you. All of you. Sloppily with her tongue. And before you know it, you come for a second time on her tongue, babbling her name over and over again.

Ellie looks up at you, your cum dripping from her mouth, with a smile on her face, “Look at how much you came, baby.”

She rubs your pussy with her fingers, not caring about how stimulated you were. She doesn’t care. She doesn’t care about how sensitive you were. She was going to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you, until you couldn’t take it anymore. And that was a fucking promise. You whine at her touch, legs trembling on her shoulders before she pulls away from you suddenly to rummage through her things somewhere in the corner of the room.

She comes back and your eyes widen at the large, silicone strap-on dangling in between her legs. Intimidated by the length, you prop yourself up on your elbows, staring hard at the length and girth of the cock that was going to fill you up. This wasn’t the first time she used it, but it has always made you nervous and always left you fucked out and breathless for her.

“E-Ellie,” you start, closing your legs only slightly.

She frowns at the sight, rubbing your thighs softly with her hands, “Spread those legs for me, baby.”

And you do as she says, your knees part from each other, spreading your legs wide — welcoming her right in between your thighs. She lines her cock right into the center of your pussy, dragging the tip up and down your sensitive folds and you can’t help but shiver at the light touches on your clit while her hand soothingly rubs your thighs.

“Good girl — That’s a good fucking girl.”

Ellie can hear all the wet noises your pussy was making just for her, the squelch when your lips part because of the tip of her strap-on, the way your cum was dripping down to your ass, and the soft whimpers that fell from your mouth was doing nothing but driving her crazy. So fucking pretty. All for her.

“You want me to fuck you, baby?” she asks you, watching your face closely.

Your head rolls back onto her mattress, moaning at the way the tip of her cock rubs against her clit, “Fuck, yes, Ellie… Please—“

So needy. So desperate. She can hear the way you clench around nothing. She rubs your juices all over her cock, before pushing inside of you, slowly stretching you out around her girth, until she was pressed up against you. She filled you, her entire cock stretching you out deliciously. You’re already shaking and she hasn’t even moved yet. Grabbing your legs and putting them over her shoulders, Ellie leans down peppering kisses all over your skin before trailing up to your lips, with she gives you a long, sensual kiss. You moan into her mouth at the small movements she makes inside of you, whimpering at how big the strap was.

“S-So big, Ellie,” you cry, hands already gripping the bed sheets.

“But, you can take it,” she smiles into your lips. “You’ve done it before.”

And Ellie pulls her cock out, the tip still inside of you. She leaves you waiting, for an agonizingly long time, or so it felt like, before thrusting downward into you with no warning. She was deep inside of you and all you could do was cry out as she pulls back another time to sink into your slick pussy again. Then again, and again, and again.

Ellie’s silicone cock continued to slide in and out of you, making you scream her name. She drills into you, hitting that spot in your pussy countless times, as you begin to feel tears run down your face. Green eyes look down, watching how your pussy sucks her cock in and out, coating the dildo with your slick, glistening juices. Your eyes are rolling back with the overwhelming pleasure pooling in between your thighs. You babble her name over and her again, whimpering each time she pulls out and thrusts back in, stretching you out until she thrusts against your cervix.

“Look at how good you take it,” she tells you, “So dumb for my cock, huh, baby?”

And it’s building again, that overwhelming sensation down in between your legs. You’re tightening around her as she pistons in and out you. The sloppy sound of Ellie stretching you out with her cock fills the room as you walls tighten all around here, your orgasm comes crashing in waves as you tremble against her. You gush around her as her cock comes out glistening more each time she pulls out. But, she doesn’t stop. A sly smile appears on Ellie’s lips as she continues to fuck you through your climax. She was fucking you dumb. She grips your thighs and slams you down, sinking her cock right into again and again.

Salty trails roll down your cheeks as she fucks you, loving the way you sucked her in so well, creaming all over her. Ellie deep inside of you, her cock so big, practically feeling her in your tummy.

“You can give me another one, can’t you, baby? For me, please?”

And goes on and on, thrusting into you for god knows how long. You’ve lost count of how many times you came already and all you can see are stars and hear Ellie whispers sweet nothings in your ear. Her little slut. Taking her so fucking well.

And another one; another orgasm building down there once again. That tingling sensation in between your legs as she consistently fucks you through each and every one of your climaxes, legs still spread wide and open for her. And the band fucking breaks; you squirt all over cock, making a mess on her thighs and her lower torso, and Ellie is just distracted. She moves to fuck your through it again but only until she hears you whimpering her name, limp on the bed, reaching out for her.

“El… Ellie– I-I came…” you say, trembling under her touch.

Ellie slows her movements until to comes to halt. You felt so full, her silicone cock warming up inside of you. Hair was matted to your sweaty face as you try and take deep breaths. Your pussy felt so sensitive and your body wouldn’t stop trembling. Shivers were sent down your spine as Ellie leaves soft kisses along your neck, listening to the way you were breathing.

She couldn’t be any more proud of you. Her hands run your thighs soothingly, making you feel a little sleepy, and she can’t help but smile at your tear stained face as she brings one hand up to wipe your tears away with her thumb.

“Thank you, babe,” she whispers against your cheek. “You did so well, my pretty girl.”

And look at you; her pretty, pretty baby all fucked out because of her.

a/n! ty for reading : >

[1sapnapsimp]

it's christmas, baby!!!

headcanon

includes: platonic!bench trio, dream team, quackity, karl jacobs wilbur soot, nihachu

SFW

warnings: none

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dream:

he literally drags you out the bed and downstairs

just sets you down on the floor and rushes over to the christmas tree

almost knocks it down

when he turns around and sees you still infront of the stairs he acts confused

like he didn't just drag you 🙄

when you tell him you're sleepy he's just saying you're being overdramatic

picks you up and drops you on the couch this time

hands you your presents and he opens his while he's sitting on the floor

sapnap:

"MERRY CHRISTMAS, Y/N"

literally screaming in your ears

if you weren't awake before you certainly are now

for some reason he brought all your presents to your room and you just sat on your bed opening them

"isn't christmas about spending time with your family"

"yeah but it's mostly about the presents"

georgenotfound:

you woke up at like 1am to eat and drink the milk and cookies that you and george left out for santa

he ran downstairs and saw that it was gone and he was like "wowwww"

he was so happy it was so cute omg

you guys kinda just chilled for christmas did regular christmasy tings

quackity:

omg this man he woke you up and said happy easter y/n

you were so concerned

"but yesterday was christmas eve"

"yeah that's what i said its christmas"

the two of you just rushed downstairs and opened presents

played animal crossing afterwards

karl jacobs:

"good morning!"

happy bby

he's really excited

and really modest

"sorry i could only get you a few presents"

like no thats more than enough 😭

he's so cute omg

wilbur soot:

pokes you

when you don't wake up he pokes you again

but like way harder

kinda thought it was gonna leave a bruise

"it's christmassssss"

forces you to get up and go downstairs

surrounds you with presents

nihachu:

jumping up and down on your bed

it's annoying, but cute

plus she brought you food

when you don't get out the bed she literally drags you by your leg

ending up with you on the floor

still tryna get you to get up

she eventually gives up and looks all sad

so you feel bad and get up and open presents with her

tommyinnit:

at like 5am he was already opening presents

but he was struggling with the wrapping paper cuz hes weak

you start laughing as soon as you saw him trying to open one

gave in and asked you to help him

tubbo:

knocks on your door respectfully

you just opened your presents

your family came over and you just watched christmas movies for the rest of the day

you chilled with your cousins

and the two of you kinda just mocked those little kid cousins (iykyk)

"you got games on your phone" 😭

"im watching cocomelon on my ipad"

ranboo:

he gave you a present cuz hes nice like that

you gave him a present too

a hug

tbh you felt really bad about not getting him nothing

he tried to cook dinner it ended up tasted horrible but you wanted to be nice so you tried to eat it

was wayyyy to salty

and for some reason it was covered in m&ms

[softxsuki]

URGENT REQUEST Good morning lovely! I'm so sorry if this is rushed. A close friend and college of mine recently took their life, just a few days ago, due to depression. During the time of finding out, I felt alone and responsible for ignoring the one call he made to me minutes before he had done anything. Not a lot of people comforted me, and I think it may still be settling in. Would I be able to get a Bakugou x fem!reader comfort for this scenario? Thank you, and please take care of yourself.

Bakugou Comforting Reader After Their Friend Takes Their Own Life

******National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 800-273-8255******

Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Suicide, Mentions of Depression, Reader bringing herself down, guilt

Genre: Angst, Comfort

Post-Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: In which you struggle with your emotions after your friend takes his own life, but Bakugou is there to comfort you in any way you need.

[A/N: Hello anon. First of all, I want to say I'm so incredibly sorry for your loss. I can't to begin to imagine how you must be feeling right now. I don't know you personally, but his passing is not your fault at all, so I hope you'll be able to come to that conclusion one day as well. I'm honored that you felt comfortable enough to share this with me and I hope that Bakugou is able to give you some form of comfort during your time of need through this oneshot. Take as much time as you need to heal and remember that it's okay to cry about it! When my aunt passed, I found crying to be one of the things that helped me deal with all my overwhelming emotions. I too felt guilty after her death, and I honestly still do. SO it will definitely take time, but just take each day at your own pace. There's no rush, and I promise you, one day you will be able to move on from these confusing feelings. Until then, I hope you have your own support system, but if not, I'll gladly offer you my own support. My messages are always open, or even my asks. But if you don't feel comfortable showing who you are on tumblr, you can message me on discord ( this goes for any and everyone). My user is pardonkookie#9657. I'm free to talk any time of the day (literally I'm always up until like 4-5am). Just giving you the option incase you need someone to vent to or just someone to listen to you. I'm a great listener :). Anyway, my thoughts are with you lovely, I really hope this oneshot is even a tiny bit helpful to you. In the rare chance that this makes you feel worse, please let me know and I'll delete it immediately. Take care <3. Also, sorry this took a while to write. I had the worst migraine all day and couldn't focus.]

Numb.

That was how you felt. Days had passed almost in slow motion since you received the news that your friend and fellow colleague took his own life, but you still couldn’t believe it. It felt so surreal. You hadn’t returned to work since, calling out sick without giving a reason why.

You had spent the last few days since finding out, in your apartment, dragging yourself to just get out of bed in the morning and eating at least one meal for the day. You still didn’t know how to feel, it was as if you couldn't come to terms with his passing, but you still felt the heaviness of the news on your chest.

The people close to you who you did confide in just apologized for your loss and wished you the best, but they didn’t understand. How could they understand the pain of losing someone that used to be a part of their life, but now no longer exists in it? Losing someone to natural causes is painful enough, but at least their loved ones knew it was their time. Having him leave so suddenly on his own terms, when you could have possibly helped, hurt on a different level.

Your peers only knew that he had passed, but they didn’t know that he had called you minutes prior to taking his own life. Why did I ignore his call? Why couldn’t I just pick up the phone? Those same thoughts ate away at you for days now, the guilt becoming too much to bear.

You had been alone for a few days as your boyfriend, Bakugou, was out of town on hero business. You didn’t want to bother him, so you kept the news to yourself, trying to cope with it as best you could. The loneliness was getting to you though, as there was no one physically there to confide in or comfort you. You desperately needed someone to knock you out of this numbness that ran through your whole body. You sighed, wishing Bakugou was home so at least you’d have someone. Anyone.

He wouldn’t be home for a few more days, and being as busy as he was, he hadn’t had a chance to call you since his departure. What if something happened to him? Feeling a knot form in your stomach, you rush for your phone and dial his number, but it goes straight to voicemail. The numbness was soon replaced by panic and desperation.

“C’mon Katsuki, pick up. Please,” you whisper to yourself, now feeling fidgety, only wishing to hear his voice.

A few attempts later, each call goes straight to voicemail and you're seconds away from completely breaking down. As you’re about to call Kaminari to get some information from him, you’re stopped by the sudden sound of keys entering the lock of your door. He's home early.

You jump to your feet and run to the door, desperate to see the man you were worried about. Familiar blond hair pokes out between the door as he finally opens it and you jump into his arms, not even giving him a chance to drop the bags that he was carrying.

“Woah,” he staggers back from the sudden impact of you flying into his arms, but regains his balance and holds you steadily.

With your head in his neck and your arms wrapped tightly around him, you inhale his scent and begin to shake. Heavy tears flow down your face as loud sobs finally escape your lips for the first time since hearing the news of your friends passing.

Bakugou immediately knows something is wrong as your tears aren’t happy tears from seeing him. His bags are abandoned in the hall as he leads you into the apartment, closing the door behind him, never once pushing you away from him.

“Hey hey, what’s wrong?” he asks you, gently rubbing your back.

“Why- didn’t you- pick up,” you say between sobs, your period of numbness now fully gone as overwhelming emotions came over you, “I thought something happened to you!”

He’s in shock at your words and scrambles for his phone in his pocket, but finds it dead.

“I’m sorry baby, my battery must have died. Why’re you crying over that? I’m here. I’m okay. Tell me what’s really bothering you. I know it can’t just be that.”

You don’t answer him, still full on sobbing, but he patiently waits for you to calm down as he leads the both of you to the couch, taking a seat before bringing you into his lap, arms still firmly wrapped around you.

Once your sobs are under control, you finally answer him.

“You know my friend I worked with?”

“Yeah? What about him?”

You swallow the lump in your throat, but move closer to him, desperately needing the contact as you continue.

“He took his own life a few days ago,” you tell him, your voice wavering slightly at the bitter words.

Bakugou visibly stiffens under you, bringing your head into his chest as you continue to explain the details to him. You even express your guilt out loud to him for the first time. He draws small circles into your back, humming every now and then in acknowledgment so you know he’s listening to you.

“You’ve been dealing with all this on your own this whole time? Why didn’t you call me? I would have rushed back home.”

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you mumble into his chest, still not ready to look him in the eyes, in fear that he might be disappointed in you.

“Idiot, you could never bother me,” he huffs, squeezing you tighter in his arms, “I’m sorry ‘bout your friend.”

He almost seems unsure of how to comfort you with his words, so he does with his actions. He leans down to leave soft kisses on your head, trying his best to at least show you that he was there for you. With you

“I should have done more, maybe he’d still be here,” you mutter into his chest once more, making Bakugou’s kisses cease.

“Hey, look at me,” he tells you, his tone a lot more serious now, as he tilts your head to look at him, “Don’t say that.”

“It’s true!” you yell, the guilt eating away at you full fledged now.

“Y/N,” he starts, using your name which he never used unless he was serious, “Depression isn’t something that just goes away when you tell someone that you’re there for them. It’s a complicated emotion that sometimes takes years to get over, but others can’t ever find their way through it. Even if you had answered the phone, you don’t know what he would have told you. You can’t assume that things would be different if you had answered. You’ll destroy yourself in the process and I’m sure your friend wouldn’t want you to do that to yourself.”

You stay quiet, taking in his words as Bakugou continues to hold you close, reaching for your hands as he brings them up to his lips, peppering small kisses to the soft skin.

“It’s just like with my work. Being a hero isn’t all fun and games. Yes, I’m able to save many people, but I always lose some in the process too. We can’t save everyone no matter how much we want to, baby. I’m sorry you couldn’t save your friend. Really, I am. I hate seeing you like this,” he continues with your hand still in his own as he tries his best to comfort you so you stop blaming yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, going to move away from him, but he won’t let you.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about Y/N. You don’t need to say sorry for this. What happened, happened. Now we just need to work on getting through it. Tell me what I can do for you and I’ll do it. Anything to help you so I can see your smile again. So you can be happy again.”

It felt good to hear someone finally give you actual support rather than throwing empty words of condolence at you. Though you still felt like you didn’t deserve to be helped, you knew you couldn’t continue to let this dwell in you or you’d find yourself consumed by depression too. You couldn’t do that to yourself or have Bakugou deal with that either on top of his busy schedule.

“Just stay with me, please. Don’t leave me,” your grip on him tightens, scared that he’ll just vanish between your fingers.

“I won’t,” he reassures you, telling you the words you need to hear, and the words he intends to keep.

Over the next few weeks, Bakugou is by your side. He takes time off from his agency and encourages you to continue to take time off work as he allows you to mourn when you need to and offers you a warm embrace whenever you need him. He knows it’s going to be a long journey before you feel back to your normal-self, but he’ll be with you until your smile returns.

Any criticizing talk about yourself is immediately shut-down. He refuses to hear you talk badly about yourself for something that was completely out of your control. Bakugou will remind you every day just how wonderful a person you are along with how much he loves you.

You still have a long way to go before you’ll be able to move forward, but know that you will be able to think about your friend one day without feeling guilty or sad. One day you’ll be able to look back on all your memories with him and smile that at least you had the chance to have him in your life and make those happy memories with him. Until that day though, you have an amazing support system around you reminding you that everything is going to be okay, and that it’s okay to cry and express yourself, but he’ll make sure you’re never alone through the whole process.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 11/17/2021

[peachyteabuck]

Lukis how the heck do you deal with hyper fixations I'm... need HELP (asking on anon cause... NERVOUS hah <3) if it's okay to ask this

+ from one of your mutuals but I'm nervous to not be on anon I'm the same asking about hyper fixation question hahq <3

Yeah it's basically like impacting my actual function to live I guess in a sense I think (it's literally almost 5am as I type this oops). Since I would spend hours fixated on one thing but everything else that is important that I have to do like working I ignore and it's just annoying I hope that makes better sense 🗿and idk I just when hours go by I don't even realize and suddenly I haven't done anything productive and it just sucks. Sorry for the confusion. It's late hah (same anon from before) it seems to stupid but it has affected my life this way 🗿 and I'm now admitting to that

in all honestly my biggest + easiest advice is to buy the loudest most annoying timer (e.g. a kitchen timer) and just. set it for a certain amount of time to indulge in ur hyperfixation.

@thebibliosphere (who is a great informal adhd resource!! i follow her both to keep up with her adorable lil dog but also because she drops some EXCELLENT adhd/spoonie hacks frequently) does this with her loud ass mf kettle - it makes a sound SO GODDAMN ANNOYING that her/her adhd husband can't ignore it.

like, tbh, the key to backhacking your adhd is just creating the external structure neurotypical people have built into themselves. NTs got an annoying ass kettle BUILT INTO THEIR BRAINS and we just have to reproduce that IRL. so as one wise man said:

when you do that, you break the inertia of hyperfixating and can return to like, write an essay or something. idk.

i sort of do this (this is a screenshot from a discord i share with some friends - another adhd hack!)

this pseudo schedule like, gives me time to do what i want to do for me (sew), do what i want to do to make life easier (clean), and do what i need to do (work).

doing something like this with a timer on a more structured day allows you to balance Thing I Want with Thing That Has To Get Done.

i have like, a lot more to say on this topic of "how to balance hyperfixation with Being Alive," but the BIGGEST and least effort is buy a kitchen timer in the shape of like, idk, your favorite animal, set it for an hour, and play nintendogs until the thing goes off next to your ear.

this mechanism works best in conjunction with other adhd coping mechanisms, but it is indeed one piece of the puzzle that helps me.

obvi send me another ask if you have any more questions - there's nothing to be ashamed of and i'm never going to make fun of you for just. experiencing life as an adhd person.