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╰﹒ 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 !

PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader

OVERVIEW: After an argument with you, Simon feels a deep sense of remorse for the pain he caused and the distance he has created between himself and you. He proposes watching a movie together as a way to reconcile however, during the movie, Simon notices that you were zoning out. And when confronted, you burst into tears and reveal deep-seated emotions that you have been keeping to yourself.

C/W: Angst + hurt w/ comfort !! mentions of alcohol (drinking), offensive languages, mentions of overthinking for reader, both parties are hurt 'nd crying

W/C: 3.5k bubs

The silence was almost unbearable as you sat alone in the dimly lit living room, feeling increasingly claustrophobic. The weight of Simon's words hung in the air, making you feel like you couldn't catch your breath.

The room felt cold, the air thick with your tension. You tried to breathe deeply, filling your lungs with oxygen in hopes that it would calm the pounding of your heart. But it was no use.

You were trapped. Trapped in the silence, trapped in the aftermath of the argument.

You couldn't shake the feeling that this was all your fault. Maybe if you hadn't said anything, or if you had just kept your mouth shut, things wouldn't have escalated like they did.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, and you fought back the urge to cry again.

This wasn't how your night was supposed to go.

The pain in your heart was all too real, a heavy weight pressing down on your chest. You wanted to scream, to cry, to let go of the emotions, but you couldn't.

Instead, you lay on the couch, your body motionless except for the tears running down your face.

"Can you just stop being a bother?"

Exhaused. You felt so exhausted that you find that sleeping right now would've sufficed your hurt. Even if the tears would have left dry tear marks in the early morning when you get up.

Your thoughts raced, your mind filled with the sound of Simon's words, replaying over and over again like a broken record.

"I didn't even ask for any of these."

You couldn't stop obsessing over what he'd said, what he'd meant, whether or not he meant it. All you knew was that the hurt was too much to bear.

Until your body had enough.

After taking a moment to process what had just happened, you felt... numb. Your breaths came slowly and evenly, your eyes no longer brimming with tears, and your hiccups no longer piercing the silence of the room.

You sighed and sat up properly on the couch, rubbing your eyes as you tried to banish the images of Simon's anger from your mind.

You decided to distract yourself by focusing on the task at hand: cleaning up the living room from the party's remnants. You made your way over to the coffee table, picking up the empty plates, the two drinks for you and Simon, and the now cold popcorn.

You took a deep breath, feeling the familiar scent of butter and salt waft up from the table, and started to gather everything up.

As you worked, you couldn't help but think about what Simon was up to in the bedroom. You didn't want to know, but the silence was deafening, and you couldn't help but wonder.

'Maybe he's finally sleeping...' you sincerely thought.

After cleaning up the living room, you made your way to the kitchen, your feet dragging against the hardwood floor with each step. You opened the fridge and grabbed a light alcohol, pouring yourself a glass as you made your way to the countertop.

You sat down, swirling the liquid around in the glass, then taking a slow sip. The familiar taste of alcohol burned in your throat, sending a shiver down your spine.

You closed your eyes, feeling the headache coming on, and massaged your temples. Your mind felt tired, your body felt heavy, and all you wanted to do was slip into bed and sleep.

You took another small sip and sighed, feeling a little bit better as the alcohol began to take effect.

Suddenly, a hand gently touched your arm, making you jump. "What-" you muttered to yourself.

You turned to face Simon, who was standing behind you. He looked exhausted, with red eyes and bags under them. He couldn't look at you in your eyes after that and so he resorted to lean himself closer to you when he noticed that you eased your body to him, obviously calm with him touching you after the argument you guys had.

"I'm so sorry," he said softly, his voice barely a whisper. "I didn't mean to say those things. I was just so angry, and I didn't think about how much they would hurt you."

His voice cracked as he spoke, and you could feel the sincerity in his words. You could also feel your heart breaking all over again at the thought of the things he had said, even though it was clear that he was truly sorry.

"I know it doesn't make it right, but I just wanted to apologize," he continued, his tone softer than you've ever heard before. "I shouldn't have let my anger get the better of me like that."

Despite your hurt, you found yourself nodding. "It's alright, Si'." You replied, eyes averting away from him. With a sigh, you took a sip from your glass. "Everyone has their moments, hun."

"Can we just start over?" he asked gently, reaching out to touch your hand. "I'm sorry, I... I just want us to be happy..."

Your gaze met his, and even though it was filled with regret and remorse, you could still see the love and care in his eyes. You knew that he meant every word he said, and that he would do anything to make things right between the two of you.

"I'm..." You said softly, reaching out to take his hand in yours. "willing to try, sweetheart..."

As you sat beside Simon, taking in his words of apology, you felt a pit form in the bottom of your stomach. You had wanted to hear those words from him for so long, to know that he was truly remorseful for the pain he had caused you.

But as you looked into his eyes, you couldn't quite escape the feeling of hurt that still lingered.

"I'm willing to try, for us." You continued so softly, your voice tinged with a hint of sorrow. "I know it takes a lot to admit when you're wrong, and I appreciate you doing that."

You reached out, taking hold of his hand in yours, trying to convince yourself that everything was going to be okay. But deep down, you still felt the pain of his words, and you weren't sure if you could ever truly forgive him.

"I can't deal with this right now."

You had buried your true feelings deep inside, hiding them in the dark, just for his comfort. And in that moment, you didn't know which way was up.

Just for his comfort? What about yours?

The silence stretched between you and Simon, a small part of you wanting him to say something to make it better, to make it all go away. But he merely looked at you, his expression a mixture of hope and uncertainty.

"Thank you," he said finally, his voice filled with sincerity. "I know it won't be easy, but I'm ready to do whatever it takes to make things right between us over and over again."

You wanted to believe him, to feel the hope and love that you had once shared. You really do.

But the pain still lingered, a constant reminder of the broken promises and the tears that had come before.

You sat in silence for a few moments, processing Simon's phrases. His words sounded sincere, and you wanted to believe that he was genuinely sorry for the hurt he caused you.

But you can't shake the feeling that you may never be able to fully forgive him.

Simon reached out and took your hand in his, and you couldn't help but notice the warmth in his touch. His voice was steady, soft, with a hint of tenderness that sent shivers down your shoulders.

"Say, love?" He called out to you. "Do you want to go and have that movie night again? 2.0?"

You were caught off guard by the proposal, and your eyes widened in surprise. "I..."

You had been expecting to spend the evening alone, nursing your wounds and attempting to forget the hurt in your heart. The thought of going back to that place was excruciating, but the look on Simon's face was one of pure determination.

He wanted to make it up to you, and he was willing to do whatever it took. You hesitated before speaking, not wanting to give in to the emotions that were racing through your mind.

"Do you really want to?" You asked, turning your face away from him as tears began to form at the corners of your eyes.

You had been trying so hard to stay strong, but your heart ached with the realization that you still loved him, despite the hurt and betrayal.

'God, were you just so pathetic.' A voice in your head echoed.

"Of course, sweetheart," he replied, his tone gentle and full of affection. "I want to make it up to you. Please, let me prove it to you."

Despite your doubts and insecurities, you nodded slowly, allowing yourself to be overcome by the overwhelming love you felt for him.

"Let's do it," You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

You can't believe it, can't believe that you would really put him first than yourself. You can't believe that you considered the proposal just because Simon's words and actions spoke volumes to you.

You could see the determination in his eyes, and the way he looked at you made your heart ache. You had been so torn apart by his previous actions, the thought of him trying to make it up to you and showing he cared about you brought you even more glumness.

You watch as Simon's face broke into a wide smile, and he reached out to take your hand again, exclaiming, "Fantastic! You won't regret it, love. Let's make it the best movie night we've ever had!"

The movie became a haze, and you barely spoke a word, lost in the emotions that were running through you as you sought out comfort in the awkward room.

Save from Simon's often comments about the movie, it was just your thoughts swimming around. It was quiet. It was making you feel self-conscious.

But you wouldn't want to upset him, god, was it so wholesome trying his best to make it up to you. You couldn't afford to do something that might impact this negatively. So you stayed quiet, only answering in small replies to his comments about the movie.

Even though you were with Simon, you felt like you were alone. You were battling thoughts and feelings that would take over if you let them. But you were holding on for Simon, not wanting to break what you guys have in this moment.

You appreciated his efforts but it was hard to forget what happened. You wanted to let it go but it was still so fresh and raw.

The silence was deafening but you didn't want to break it with how you were feeling. You were still processing what happened and didn't want to burden Simon anymore than he already was. So you stayed quiet, watching the movie with Simon and trying to distract yourself from your thoughts.

So you sat silently next to Simon, watching the movie in front of you as he blabbered on and on about the movie. At this point, you don't even give a shit at watching it anymore.

You tried not to let your thoughts wander to the things that were weighing on your mind, not wanting to ruin the peaceful moment. It was so hard to keep up the façade, though.

You knew that if you let even a little of the sadness seep through, it would be so hard to keep it all contained in the face of his concern. It was so nice to have him by your side, but the thought of him seeing how much you were hurting just made everything worse.

So you stayed quiet, trying to keep your emotions in check. Then, you felt a lump forming in your throat. You were unsure of how to move forward from here.

And what will happen onwards? Like nothing had happened?

Suddenly, the silence was broken by Simon's voice. "Hey," he muttered, his eyes fixed on you now. "What's wrong?"

You swallowed hard, feeling your emotions welling up inside. "It's nothing," You dryly replied. "I just zoned out is all."

You wanted to tell him how much his words had hurt, but the words refused to come. Instead, you just sat there in silence, staring at the floor, your heart pounding in your chest.

Simon seemed to sense your discomfort, and his expression softened. "I know I have a lot of things to work on," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I promise I'm going to do better. For you."

His words seemed to fall flat against your ears, almost lost in the overwhelming pain you felt. You wanted to believe him, to believe that things could get better, but a part of you was still unsure.

The silence filled the room again, thick with the weight of your emotions. You wanted to say something, to tell him how you felt, but you just couldn't. Instead, you remained there, silent, feeling the loneliness settle around you like a blanket.

Tears started to well up in your eyes as the words and emotions started to bubble up from inside you. You tried to hold back the tears, but they just kept overflowing, streaming down your face.

"Simon," you managed to say through choked sobs, the words barely intelligible. "I don't know how to say this, but I just can't keep it all inside any longer. You've hurt me so much earlier, over and over again. And I know I've probably hurt you too, but it's just that I can't seem to fix it. I feel like I've tried everything, but nothing works."

Your voice was shaking with emotion as you spoke, the words coming out like a river. You weren't sure if Simon was listening, but you kept talking anyway, the tears streaming down your face.

"I feel so hopeless," you managed to utter, the words catching in your throat. "I don't know if we can ever make this work. But I love you so much, Simon, and I want to try. I want to try so hard, because I know there's something between us that's worth fighting for. I just don't know what to do. I don't know anymore."

The silence filled the room again, the weight of your words hanging heavy in the air. You were left feeling vulnerable and exposed, with nowhere to hide.

You continued to say how you felt, the pain in your heart pouring out with every word.

You told Simon about how much his words had hurt you, how his refusal to listen to your thoughts and feelings made you feel like a burden to him. You couldn't help but wonder what you had done wrong to deserve such treatment.

As you talked, the tears fell from your eyes, each one representing the pain that you had been holding inside for so long. As you cried, you felt a weight lift off your shoulders, a weight that had been dragging you down for far too long.

"I've been trying so hard to show you how much I care," you sobbed. "I don't know why it's not enough. What else can I do to make you see me? To make you understand that I love you, and that I'll do anything to make this work?"

As you finished speaking, you fell silent, the tears still streaming down your face. The room was filled with a heavy silence, the only sound the soft sob of your breath. You felt a sense of exhaustion wash over you, as if all the emotions you had been holding back had finally been released.

The silence continued to fill the room, and for a moment it seemed as though time itself had stopped. Neither of you spoke, and it was as though the weight of your words hung in the air between you.

After what felt like an eternity, Simon reached out and took your hand. His touch was warm and comforting, and it seemed as though some part of him understood the pain that you were feeling.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I never meant to hurt you like that. I just got caught up in my own thoughts, forgetting how important you are to me- which is a pretty damn shit move. I'm really sorry, darlin'."

You looked up at him, tears still streaming down your face. You wanted to believe him, to believe that he truly understood the pain that you were feeling. But you couldn't shake the fear that it was all just a temporary moment of kindness, and that soon enough he would go back to treating you the way he had before.

You didn't want to get hurt again, but you couldn't help but hope that this time might be different.

Maybe this time, he truly did understand...

Simon reached out and gently wiped away your tears, his touch providing a small measure of comfort.

You watch as tears pooled into his eyes too, but he still continued, "You're not a burden, my love, and you never have been. Fuck, I'm so sorry. I'm the fucking asshole here. I want to show you that.. that I can make things right."

Simon's voice was hoarse with emotion as he spoke, his words barely above a whisper. He couldn't believe what he'd done to you, how he'd hurt the person he loved the most. He hated himself for the pain he'd caused, and he cursed himself out for not being able to do better.

As you watched, tears pooled into his eyes as well, his emotions rising to the surface. But despite the pain he was feeling, he was determined to make things right. His love for you was stronger than any mistake he could make.

"I'm so sorry," he said, his voice shaking with emotion. "You deserve so much more than what I've given you. I want to make things right, to show you that I love you, more than anything else."

His words seemed to echo in the room, filling the space between you with all the love and guilt that Simon was feeling in that moment. You watched as he wiped away his own tears, his determination burning bright in his eyes.

For a moment, there was silence, as you both stared at each other, overwhelmed with the weight of everything that had been said and done. But then, slowly, you reached out and took his hand in yours, and you knew that despite everything, you were both willing to fight for your love, to make things work.

You felt a small spark of hope. Maybe, just maybe, he truly did mean it this time. Maybe, despite the hurt and disappointment of the past, there was a chance for something better.

"I believe you," you said softly. "But I need you to show me. I need you to put in the effort... to try."

As you finished speaking, Simon could only watch as tears continued to stream down your face. The guilt and remorse weighing heavily on his shoulders was almost too much to bear.

How could he have let you down like this, after all you had done for him? After everything you guys had been through together?

He wanted nothing more than to turn back the clock and make everything right, to show you that you meant more to him than anything else in the world. But he knew that it would take more than just words to convince you that he was telling the truth.

Simon would have to show you with his actions, prove to you that he truly was committed to making this relationship work.

"I promise," He said through gritted teeth, his voice barely above a whisper. "I promise to do whatever it takes to make this work, to show you that I love you no matter what. I'm sorry, my love, sorry for all the pain I've caused you. Fuckin' hell... I'm going to make things right, I promise you."

As he spoke, his resolve only grew stronger, his determination stronger than ever.

"Don't cry anymore, pretty girl."

He might not deserve your forgiveness, but he was going to do damn everything to earn it. Even if it meant fighting tooth and nail, even if meant facing his greatest fears and demons.

Because in the end, you were all that mattered to him. And Simon would do whatever it took to mend this relationship.

For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt the weight of the world lift off your shoulders.

A/N: now that we've made up, i can now sleep peacefully 🙏🙏 i hope you’ve all been enjoying the second part of this. i have to say though,, your support and enthusiasm has been overwhelming, and it means the world to me to know that you’re all enjoying my work <//3 this has been the heaviest fic ive ever written holy shit. listening to nbhd songs to this, esp this playlist, is such a vibe !! i couldnt stop rereading all this and crying my ass off on repeat 😘😘

special mentions <//3 . @mockerycrow @pandoramyst @monanight @casualunknownrunaway @invaderzim13 @xsoftdead18 @colorfulbanditempathhero-blog @aliilium @rhyanna6012 @ghostlythots @duskwo0d @b1rds3ye [ thank you guys for loving this lil silly fic of mine and for the supports, really, i am like so over the moon that y'all liked it ! thank you so much for your patience and support while waiting for the p2. i'm so grateful that you've been willing to stick with it, and i really appreciate all the comments you've given me along the way. i rlly hope this brings you all the comfort you guys were looking <3 ]

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[haknom]

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[fishsticksloser]

Hello! How are you?

If requests are still open(If I was somehow mistaken when I read open sorry ;-;) can I request Y/n as turtles s/o tending their wounds?

I mean, during the fights they get hurt, mostly after the movie

It's okay if you don't want to do that, you can ignore it <3

Have a nice day/afternoon/evening/night!

- 👾

Tending to Wounds

RotTMNT + gn!reader

Warnings: injuries, blood, angst, platonic fluff, swearing, alcohol but in the sense of cleaning wounds, not written as headcannons

A/N: Thank you for your request! ☺️ I hope you have a great day/afternoon/evening/night. I moved the order around because my idea for Donnie is... Very angsty... And long... Platonic fluff cause there's nothing saying whether you're dating or not in the drabbles so it's up to interpretation

Leo

Leo hissed as you applied pressure to a decently sized gash on his leg. He placed his hand over yours, a silent plea to be more gentle. Of course that wasn't optional as stopping the bleeding was more important.

"That was incredibly reckless." You grit, wiping away dirt and dried blood.

"I know- Fuck." Leo groans as you apply alcohol to the wound. "A warning would've been nice."

"You get a warning when you stop being reckless."

"I'm sorry..."

You start stitching him up, making sure your not hurting him too bad. You wrap up Leo's leg and start to take care of all the bloody supplies. You stop in front of Leo as he stared at his leg.

"Leo..." You sigh, placing your hand on his shoulder. "You're more important than you realize. You can't just keep throwing yourself out there like that and expect everything to be fine. Your brothers need you... I need you."

Leo reaches for you, pulling you towards him. He rests his forehead on your chest, you feel sobs rock through him. You gently rub his shell and the back of his neck, letting him fall apart peacefully.

Mikey

Mikey's leg bounces anxiously as you gather supplies. It wasn't that Mikey was badly injured, you could just tell that there was a lot. You settle in front of Mike and start to set up.

"Are you okay?" You ask, his knee bumping you. "I mean other than physically."

"Yeah." Mikey answers. "I just... I don't like this part."

"I'll be as nice as I can."

You clean up around the wounds with water, making sure there's nothing in them before you have to apply alcohol. You lean over him, trying to take his attention away from the cuts.

"I'm gonna need you to be the bravest you've ever been." I got this from a comic and :( /pos

You apply the alcohol. You glance at Mikey and see he has his eyes closed tightly. You pat the wounds dry and bandage them up.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" You gather the ruined supplies and throw them away.

"No..." Mikey squints in confusion. "I didn't even feel it."

Raph

Tending to Raph was pretty easy. He stayed very still and didn't pay attention, opting to talk instead.

"You know, there's this new...." Raph talked about the new teddy bear store opening, you zoned out, focusing on the cut on his arm.

He continued to ramble, very excitedly. Soon enough, he was all set. He looked over his bandages and started to leave before turning back to you.

"I should take you there sometime." Raph smiles.

"I'd love that."

Angst Below

Read At Your Own Risk.

Donnie

If you knew how bad it was going to be, you'd have set up before they brought him in. Raph carried Donnie into the lair, yelling for your help. He was quickly rushed to med bay, in and out of consciousness.

"What the hell happened?" You ask, applying pressure to the gash.

"I-I don't know!" Raph stumbles. "I turned around and he..."

"He lost his battle shell getting me out of the way..." Mikey sniffed. "It's my fault..."

"Mikey, it's not your fault." Leo held Mikey, his own tears rolling down his cheeks. "But, you can help, right?"

"It'll take a long time for his shell to heal..." You sigh, Raph hands you the rest of the supplies. "But yeah, I can do it. Can you all wait outside?"

They didn't argue, filling out of the room, slumped. You return to Donnie who lay on his stomach, giving you a clear view of his bleeding shell. You grabbed a pillow, resting it under his head and chest to make him comfortable before setting to work.

You now sat next to Donnie, holding his hand, your head resting against them. You feel Donnie's hand tighten around yours and you shot out of your seat.

"I feel like roadkill." He groans, stretching his limbs slightly.

"You kind of look it." You sigh. He turned to face you, humor dancing in his eyes. Donnie crossed his arm, laying his head on them. "Are you in pain? I can get you some meds if so."

"A little..." He yawns. "I think I'm okay right now." He looked around, seeing his brothers laying together on the floor, fast asleep. "How long have I been out?"

"A few hours." You get him some water, letting him soothe his scratchy throat. "You're okay now. Rest."

Donnie began to doze off again. You kissed his temple and turned off the lights, letting the 4 turtles sleep.

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[hamatos-talk]

Donnie lays in bed, sniffing softly, burrowing himself under the blankets. He pulls his knees up, curling into a tight ball.

Tallulah.

Tallulah.

He missed her still. 11 years and it still hurts. He hates it.

He wishes he didn't hurt, that he could feel something other than pain, grief. People loved him here, but he couldn't see anything but her.

Selfish.

Donnie closes his eyes tight.

He sees her smile.

He hears her laugh.

He feels her hands.

His brothers have someone(s). His brothers are in love. His brothers are happy. Even Casey was getting along well, making friends, going to school, he was even dating now.

Perhaps this was destiny.

Perhaps he'll watch the younger him stop hating Tallulah, he'll watch the younger turtle kiss and hold her... Just to lose her all over again.

Perhaps he wasn't supposed to be in love.

Perhaps he was always destined to be alone.

#outlook 👾 #melancholy 👾 #{last echoes fanart•°} #woah... more angst

[starvingtongue]

continued // @threadsandwings

their back was turned when the objection reached their ears. a spindly hand was already reaching up to secure their exit to the room and was promptly returned to their side. slowly but surely, they turned around to face the child.

she was clearly desperate. despite the mechanical implant and the thin threads that eminated from her, The Watcher could tell. it was written all over her face, tears included. they could feel all of it tug at their nonexistent heart and perhaps if they were more human, they'd feel like they should help the child out. the guardian felt sympathy for the tiny human, but The Watcher knew that this was not their time. the child was destined for things that The Watcher was not part of.

it was a shock when two tiny hands wrapped around their own. the child was barely even a third of their size. The Watcher stared down at the tiny hands barely encapsulating their own. their warning had been clearly heeded and now it was time for them to go, so why weren't they going? they had always watched from the sidelines, had rarely gotten attached to those they had interacted with, and this was the thing that was making them hesitate? perhaps they could spare a few more minutes with the young one. leaving them in their current state did not seem like a good idea.

kneeling down, spindly limbs folding smoothly, The Watcher brought their other hand to sit on top of the two tiny ones already attached. "I am sorry, child." truly, they were. the fact that their face was masked and they didn't have the same expressions as humans did didn't help in situations like this. "I cannot take you with me, not this time. Not everything is in place for us to align ourselves now." perhaps if it were a few years in the future, maybe things could be different, but not now.

their hand lifted from on top of the others and went to wipe a couple of the still rolling tears off the child's face. they had already interfered much more than the Eridians had originally intended, what was one more thing? "I can remove you from the confines of this room, but you must make your own escape. That is the best I can do." they would hope the child would be able to make their own escape after being released from the room. it would be too much for The Watcher to take her with them. they would know too much if they did that.

#threadsandwings #the watcher { 👾 } threads #Thank yooou. <3 #Lets continue with the heartbreak and angst #verse { 👾 } forwarner

[booyoungie]

laura, 19, wommy

#unfinished ☘️ #fluff 🧸 #angst 🎧 #ateez 🍦 #seonghwa ❤️ #hongjoong 🧡 #yunho 💛 #yeosang 💚 #mingi 💙 #jongho 💜 #wooyoung 🩶 #san 🖤 #beomgyu 🩵 #proper rereads 🎯 #completed 🧁 #quick reads 🐳 #txt 🍧 #txt 🗝️ #enha 🍨 #8turn 🍄 #treasure🪼 #misc 🤷‍♀️ #heart eyes 🎀 #zb1 💐 #gyuvin 🤍 #jaehyun 💘 #nct 👾

[pyxscythe]

Lincu fr experiencing what maddy felt

YEAH <- agony

#I fucking love that angst concept AUUUUGHHH #The concept that he has always strived to be better than her and has in a sense overshadowed her as a result #And now he's the one overshadowed #PAIN #《👾》

[jungkit]

DDR — YANG JUNGWON

START: Being one of the top dancers on your college’s dance team should be one of your biggest accomplishments, right? WRONG. Unfortunately for you, there’s one person standing in your way of being #1. Yang Jungwon, your rival. You vowed to beat him no matter what, but what happens when your teacher pairs for you up for a couples dance? You? And Jungwon? Dancing together? No way.

👾 dance-rival!jungwon x fem!reader (featuring enhypen, hanni and danielle from nwjns, aespa)

👾 fluff, crack, no angst, college au, nonidol au, e2l, smau

👾 cursing, kys/kms jokes, friendly bullying

👾 taglist: CLOSED

PLAYERS

1 | 2

LEVEL 1– happy place

LEVEL 2– no fucking way

LEVEL 3– day 1 (0.4k)

LEVEL 4– in motion

LEVEL 5– phase 1 (0.3k)

LEVEL 6– fight back BITCH

LEVEL 7- phase 1 (jungwon’s ver) (0.7k)

© JUNGKIT

#DDR — 👾 #jungkit #k-labels #kflixnet #jungkit works ☆ #enhypen #enhypen x reader #kpop x reader #enhypen x female reader #kpop x y/n #enha x reader #enha #enha fluff #enha imagines #enhypen social media au #kpop social media au #kpop smau #jungwon x female reader #jungwon x reader #enhypen jungwon #jungwon enhypen #enha scenarios #enha smau #enha jungwon #jungwon enha #jungwon x y/n #jungwon smau #enhypen au #enhypen scenarios #enhypen soft hours

[monsterinmyboxers]

Can you pleaseeeee write a fanfic top male reader x jake sully, i've been dying for someone to do it👾

pairing. jake sully x top male reader.

dni. fem-aligned and minors.

author’s note. i'm actually glad you didn't give me a specific idea since i've been thinking of one myself lol

content. not proofread, time skips, pre-established relationship, jake taking advantage of his new body, mentions of insecurities, some angst if you squint, turns intimate quick, mating, blowjob, fingering, doggy style, creampie, hair pulling, praise, reader had a big dick (real), pet names (baby, pretty boy, sir.)

“..grace?”

was the first thing you heard your boyfriend jake, who had just gotten into his avatar form, say after he had just ran away from the people who were supposed to make sure he was fully functioning. seems like they didn’t need to.

he just doesn’t listen, and that’s one of the reasons why you love him.

you were right behind him and norm, quietly laughing at how norm attempted to run after him with his ass hanging out. luckily, his tail was hiding whatever else that was exposed.

“well, who’d you expect, numb nuts?” you heard grace reply, giving a chuckle as you walked past norm, right up to jake.

and once grace threw some fruit at him, you’d catch it before he could react.

“hey,” he was ready to scold whoever was beside him, yet didn’t get the chance as he cut himself off the moment he looked at you, eyes even wider than before.

shit, you were gorgeous. he didn’t expect you to be anything else, but still. it was surprising to see how good you looked.

so good in fact, that his eyes and curiosity traveled elsewhere. your body, you were sculpted so perfectly. it made him wonder what was under those thin clothes. but, before he could get any lower, he felt something wet hit his face.

you had taken a bite out of the odd looking fruit, that he could instantly tell by the juice running down your chin.

and it was obvious that you enjoyed the taste as your ears fluttered, something he learned to appreciate seeing.

as predicted, jake had gotten into some trouble whilst you, grace, norm, and him tried to get some data in the forest. well, more grace and norm, honestly. though, what you didn’t expect was that you wouldn’t be able to find him after he ran deeper into the woods.

“he won’t make it ‘till morning.” clearly, grace wasn’t someone to lean on. she was being realistic, sure, but she could’ve said something more hopeful. but, she didn’t, so you did.

“he will.” a pause, “i don’t know how, but he always finds a way.” despite the confidence in your tone, you were only trying to reassure yourself. you were scared. who wouldn’t be? jake, your jake, was stuck in the forest, where hundreds, if not thousands of creatures are lurking.

it was terrifying to think about.

yet, you didn’t have to fear for too long, jake waking up in his real body sooner than you had anticipated — which you were grateful for. and, another surprise, you wouldn’t believe where he ended up.

he had been at hometree, he was chosen.

“..holy shit.”

after gaining the trust of the omaticaya, jake had brought you to their home. which, he now considered his home.

he’d give you a tour of sorts, though it seemed he was especially excited for a certain part of the forest.

the tree of voices, he called it.

you had learned all about the tree from your years of research on pandora, but jake didn’t bring you there for it’s intended purpose.

no, no. he wanted something else. something much more important than praying to eywa — in his opinion, anyway.

he didn’t really try to hide his eagerness as you both walked throughout the tree. he had stopped walking at some point, looking at you with a smile on his face.

quickly, you focused your gaze upon him, and fuck, was it a sight to see.

a braid had fallen over the side of his face, another tucked behind one of his fluttering ears, those bright freckles splattered across his face and body more prominent in the light the tree provided — his amber eyes shimmering as he looked at you. admired you, to be more specific.

he slowly shuffled closer to you, nudging your nose with his. curiosity spread across your features, head tilting, waiting for him to speak.

though, jake was found speechless, something neither of you thought was possible. so, as a result, you spoke instead.

“i assume that this is, the tree of voices, if my years of research haven’t failed me.”

that got him to laugh, eyes traveling downward “yeah, yeah.” he seemed oddly quiet, usually very talkative, especially around you.

“jake.” he was quick to look back up at you, ears twitching. “what have you brought me for?”

an audible gulp came from him before any words got the chance, “i, i wanted to tell you something.” you could see what he was doing, clearly nervous and trying to draw this out as long as possible. you didn’t mind, patience overpowering your curiosity.

“what would you like to tell me, jake?” oh, how he loved the way you said his name. that previous excitement returned, his tail whipping around nonstop, hips swaying slightly due to the force. this all was very distracting — maybe, that was why he couldn’t get a sentence out without stuttering.

as a way to get him to focus, your hand reaches around to grip the base of his tail, giving it a gentle, warning tug. that certainly got his attention, a small, almost pleasured gasp leaving him. it was embarrassing, jake attempting to cover the noise with a cough.

“i was going to say that, ..i want to,” he shakes his head, “..i want you.”

he summarized all his thoughts into those three words, and then did what his words couldn’t. his hand slides up your arm, then moving behind himself to grab onto his braid. his queue. he brought it forward, motioning towards it.

it immediately clicked in your head. he wanted to mate, he wanted to be your mate, and have you be his.

“and, i was wondering, ..if you wanted me, too.”

you scoff at his words, and jake takes it negatively, ears flattening. but, you made that regret disappear instantly.

“of course i want you to be my mate, jake. why would i suddenly change my mind?” you teased him, yet he didn’t notice it, too overcome with joy as a smile spread across his face. without missing a beat, he leans forward, lips pressing against yours — in an almost desperate manner. eywa, he needed this, needed you.

the kiss soon turned heated, his urge to give you everything strong. but, connecting queues was much more important than his lust. so, he pulled away, panting softly as he did. a laugh left the both of you, though jake gained his composure and pulled you down to sit.

you were both on your knees, queues exposed and close together, but not close enough to attach to one another.

“..this has never happened before, you know. from what we’ve seen, at least.” you said, making sure that jake knew what they were trying might not work.

“what do you mean?” he didn’t exactly get the gist though.

“two male na'vi mating. we’ve never seen it be done.” his eyebrows would furrow, but your words didn’t discourage him. “doesn’t mean we can’t try.” you merely nod, hoping for the better, preparing for the worst.

though, your process was interrupted as jake crawled closer, planting his thighs aside yours and sitting on your lap. you were about to express your confusion, but he answered before you could get the question out. “maybe, if we physically show our love in front of eywa, she will accept us.” it might’ve been genuine, or an excuse to touch you. either way, you were amused and, in all honesty, flattered. “whatever you say.”

he took a deep breath in, holding it as he nodded towards you, signaling for you to move. and you did, both of you, pushing your queues forward until they entwined.

your dreams came true as you bonded, jake letting out a shaky sigh and closing his eyes, feeling you. it was heavenly, this intense emotion, this euphoria that swept through him.

it was so powerful, so strong, that it transferred to you, that link much more intoxicating than you could have ever imagined.

“holy shit,” he spoke for you both.

whilst he did, staring at your bonded queues, you only looked at him. your gaze held so much love, so much care. you looked at him like he was your most prized possession — which he is. seeing him so happy because of you, it made your heart swell. without saying anything, your free hand caresses his cheek, that grin of his never faltering as he faced you.

instinctively, he leaned into your touch, eyes telling you everything with just one glance. you kiss, again and again and again, each one solidifying your feelings for the other.

“you’re so gorgeous, jake. so fucking beautiful. how did i get this damn lucky.” if one thing was for sure, your praise had his confidence going through the atmosphere. and, apparently, his ego wasn’t the only thing rising.

you felt him shift against your lap, innocent kisses turning needy as your tongues slip into each others mouths. his moans were muffled, no longer caring about what sounds he creates, as long as you’re the one coaxing them out.

you thought every single one of them were angelic, despite how lewd the grind of his hips felt.

before, when you both were still human and had time together, this never occurred. jake was quite insecure about his disability, no matter the demeanor he puts on. he was comfortable enough with you to admit that looking at his legs just, never felt right. so, sex was an immediate no.

but now, he could do whatever he wanted. he was in control and confident in his body and how it looked. being vulnerable was finally something he could enjoy. he didn’t have to prove that he could take care of himself, he didn’t have to prove anything, not with you. you know damn well who your boyfriend is and what he’s capable of.

your lips separated, much to jakes dismay, but he couldn’t complain once you kissed along his jaw and neck. his hips would stutter at each peck, hands now gripping at your shoulders, anticipation getting the best of him. he pushes you away, sliding off your lap. this confused you, as first, until you saw him tug at the waistband of your loincloth.

after getting into a comfortable position, fully sat on the ground with your legs spread out, permission was granted.

saying jake was excited was understatement. his hands were shaking. in fact, his whole body was trembling. he needed you now, but his arousal made his head foggy. you noticed, of course, laughing softly. “jake, baby,” a hand lifts his head, cloudy amber eyes looking at you, craving you.

“please, please, i’ve waited so long,” you nod, “i know, shh. breathe.” he leans against you, forehead against yours. he listens, obedient as ever, breathing slowly. “good boy.” that makes him whine, eyes closed, so focused on being good that he didn’t notice how you pulled down that thin cloth.

once he thought he was ready, he opened his eyes and looked down, sucking in a quick breath. fuck, you were big. it was to be expected, as your avatar was twice the size of your human body, but shit.

with some hesitation, he’d spit into his hand, then rubbing it along the underside of your dick. you let out a grunt, shifting beneath his touch, which he hummed at — strong thighs squeezing together.

“can, ..can i?” “can you what?”

you’re such an asshole.

“can i, suck, your dick? ..please?” you smirk, and nod.

once he was given the okay, he’d lean down, hands holding onto your thighs. his motions were unsure, giving your tip shy licks. you encourage him by laying a palm on his head, gently pulling at those soft roots. he reacts instantly, back arching and tail swinging while he takes your head inside.

a hand strokes what isn’t between his lips, tongue working along the ridge of your cock. fingers would trail down his spine, tracing small circles into his back, jakes whines stifled due to his mouth being full.

he opens up wide, wide enough for it to hurt, as an attempt to go deeper, take you further. you hit the back of his throat sooner than expected, a gag and cough heard, yet jake didn’t pull off. he relaxes, hollowing his cheeks and going back down. he was determined, it seemed.

thought, it was driven by the need to prove someone wrong, he only wanted to make you feel good. “careful, jake. don’t hurt yourself.” he hums as a reply, then bobbing his head up and down. he could barely take you halfway. every time he choked, his teeth grazed the veins running along your dick, yet it only enhanced your pleasure.

while he busies himself on your cock, he doesn’t even notice how his hips rocked from side to side, ass in the air. his body spoke for him. he was aching for your touch in more private areas, so you gave it to him.

at first, you touch his tail, watching as he twitched once you trailed your palm along the length of it. then, you took hold of his loincloth and slid it down his thighs. your other hand was by your lips, your middle, ring, and forefinger in your mouth. once you thought they were wet enough, you move forward, reaching between those two mounds of flesh.

your finger pads circled his hole, feeling how he clenched around nothing. he pulls off your dick, drool covering his chin as he leans his head on your stomach. oh, how he hated the way you teased him, knowing how desperate he was.

“get back down.” your tone was stern, demanding, and jake was affected by it greatly. a whine unintentionally escapes his throat. “yes, sir,” everything that left him was involuntary, like he was no longer in control of his own body or voice. watching his fangs, he swallows around your shaft, trying to focus on you as your middle finger pushed pass his rim.

surprisingly, it didn’t take much effort to put your first finger inside — or the second. hm.

you decided not to question it, but kept it in mind if you ever wanted to tease him after. which, you inevitably will. he’s cute when he’s flustered.

pushing down your thoughts, you continue working your digits in and out of his, seemingly, already prepped ass. he got distracted often as he worked on your cock, either by your fingers that felt so much better than his own, or his throat that constantly flexed around your dick.

it took longer for the third to fit, jakes body convulsing with each stroke of his insides. you hadn’t realized it before, too engulfed in his noises, but he was truly a mess — just for you.

tears stream down his face, spit dripping down his chin, eyes backing into his skull whilst half-lidded, a heavy blush adorning his cheeks. you felt a sense of pride for bringing such a strong man down so many notches. only you get to see him like this. only you have this power over him.

and even when you’re lost in your thoughts, you don’t hesitate to force your fourth finger inside, hole so wet that it lubed the digit up itself — if you kept going like this, you’d start fisting him. but, you were only trying to prep him, not gape him. though, that’s going to happen either way.

eventually, you slowly pull your fingers out, and became aware of your surroundings. it was all too surreal — in such an unbelievably good way.

he pulls off of you with an audible pop, panting as if he had just ran across the expanse of pandora. his gaze was hazy, letting out tiny, cock-drunken giggles as he leans against you. you hum, using your thumb to wipe away the drool from the lower part of his face.

“havin’ fun?” he’d give an enthusiastic nod, biting his lower lip, knowing what was coming next. “turn around for me, sweet thing.” another nod, though he struggled to move by himself. he was trembling, and you seemed to find out why when he shifted.

there was a pool of cum on the grass, more than you’d ever expect. it probably happened when you were daydreaming.

you ignored it, now staring down jake like he was your prey. he was in the position he thought would be most comfortable, and less embarrassing. though, if you wanted him to move, he would. but you didn’t. it was all about him tonight, and you weren’t going to force him into doing anything. besides, you could try the positions in mind later. this was his first time with you. whatever he wants, goes.

how your hand rubbed up along his thighs he would never forget, your touch making his heart skip a beat, skin set ablaze. your palms move to his waist, propping him up just a bit more, as you knew his trembling didn’t help with his stability.

you could tell he was ready to take whatever you gave him, but you knew what he craved most. and of course, you gave it to him.

he felt the heat of your dick before the weight, ass squirming a bit before you had rubbed it directly over where he needed it. a whine was audible, hands reaching back to try and guide your tip. but before he could grasp it, you grab his wrists, a small gasp leaving him at the sudden grip. but, that gasp soon turned into a loud, joyous moan.

the head had entered him, and jake couldn’t be happier feeling the intrusion. it didn’t hurt as much as he thought it would, now trying to push back against you to slide more inside. you chuckle, then shoving in a few more inches, placing kisses along his spine and whispering compliments. his insides adjusted much quicker than his throat could, you mentally noted.

within a few more minutes, your hips were connected to his ass. “you take me so well, baby. doin’ so good for me.” you grab onto his queues, which was still immersed with yours, and tugged on it lightly. that lifts his head off the ground, jake murmuring softly. “can, move now? please, sir, move, please sir,” how cute.

you obliged, putting your approval into words, “such good manners, jake.” kissing across his shoulder, you pull out halfway, then slowly sink yourself back in. the hold he had on the blades of grass beneath him told you enough, his noises merely adding onto that.

now, your hands were clasped around him, one of his hair and the other on the base of his tail. you had done nothing extreme, yet he couldn’t even form a proper sentence — sputtering out the words ‘please’, ‘sir’, and ‘faster’. curses were a common occurrence, too.

your thrusts increased in speed, giving him exactly what he wanted, feeling you so deep every time you practically slammed yourself into his ass. the force pushed him farther into the dirt below, and he loved every second of it.

you were so aggressive, your rough motions contrasting greatly with the gentle kisses and bites you placed on his skin. and during it all, jake had a wide smile on his face. even as his legs gave out, and you putting your chest against his back, knuckles grazing his sides.

it didn’t take long for him to feel that familiar heat within his gut again, overstimulation hitting him fast and hard. and this time, he mouth wasn’t busy, so he warned you. “wanna- gonna come, again, coming,” he was breathless, like the air had been sucked out of his lungs, but you could understand him through all his keens.

“come, jake, show me how good i make you feel.” he’d nod, again and again, letting out a guttural moan as thick ropes of cum spilled from his dick. you’d rock your hips back and forth, continuing to pleasure him and prolonging his orgasm. once the last few spurts of cum spewed out of his slit, you’d begin to pull out, before pressing right back in — hitting his already beaten prostate.

he almost screamed, voice breaking up, cracking. his throat felt so raw. but, he didn’t want you to stop. he’d do anything for you to come too, warmth squeezing around you.

luckily, he didn’t have to go through much more for you to feel your stomach tighten. you’d mumble near his ear, which twitched once feeling your breath. “do you, want me to come inside or- or out?”

he thought the question was stupid.

“in- in, in, inside, please.” who were you to say no?

soon after speaking, cum filled him, then leaking out of his hole, around the sides of your dick. you’d have to look away to prevent yourself from getting hard again, attempting to pull out slow, until he felt jake hold onto your hands — whimpering. you never thought you’d hear such a sound coming from him, but you sure as hell were grateful that you did.

you interlaced your fingers together, keeping yourself inside. from what i you could tell, he was glad that you did, seemingly purring at your actions.

though, after a moment of rest, he wiggles underneath you. as a response, you lift yourself off of him. “wanna, turn. on my back.” you pause, not sure how this was gonna work, but decided to try nonetheless.

it was a process, keeping yourself from slipping out whilst trying to flip him over. it worked, thankfully, you now seeing jakes toothy grin. it never left. he doesn’t even think he could stop if he tried.

he pulls you close, by your shoulders, pressing his forehead against you. but, just before either of you could fall asleep, you’d murmur. “i see you, jake.”

and with a hoarse voice, he’d reply, “i see you.”

#fics by jj #jake sully #jake sully x male reader #avatar #avatar: the way of water #dom male reader #top male reader

[billskeis]

Could you make bill kaulitz angst? I mean: fight argument or disagreement, just stuff like that. Also, I want the reader to not forgive so easily, too, please.

Thank you 👾

ᡣ𐭩 arguments w bill

you just had to have the worst day ever. but not even the worst day ever, worst week in your entire life that you and bill had been dating. it was never supposed to be like this,

there was never supposed to be fighting, he promised.

you bust through the bedroom door that had been slammed in your face during an altercation with your boyfriend for what seems like it has been going on for forever.

“don’t fucking walk away from me bill,” screaming as you enter the living room to find bill scrambling across the shared space to grab his car keys and his coat, “bill. fucking. kaulitz.” your voice was turn, and immediately you were met with the disapproving look of the man who you loved most.

“what!? what the fuck is it now, y/n!? you been on my ass since we’ve got home it’s like whatever i do is just not enough??” you scoff, crossing your arms to press them against your chest, “so this is my fault now?? look me in the eyes bill and tell me you didn’t fucking lie to me this whole time.”

bill pursed his lips together as he clenched his jaw. prior to your argument, bill had somewhat developed what one could say, a lying problem. lying about his whereabouts, about who he’s with, what he’s doing. just, in general. lying. you can tell by the way he can’t even hold eye contact with you, eyes darting to every inch and corner of the apartment.

“so??” you ask,

“so what?”

“so did you fucking go to the bar with her or not!? bill?? god, you’re insufferable..”

“yeayea i’m insufferable because i just want to have some of my own personal time, is that so fucking illegal?? i swear y/n, you argue about the same shit everyday nagging on my ass!”

you cannot find the words to say.

“you never change, do you? never fucking changed a day in your life. always so stubborn, perfect, never did any wrong in your life huh? it’s always MY fault or I did something.”

…

“you never give me a reason to trust you, bill. i told you how important communication is to me, so just, please..”

“talk to me bill, don’t leave me..”

tears pricked at your eyes, threatening to fall. attempting to look back at your boyfriend through a glossy gaze. you cannot make his face out. you don’t even know if you want to make his face out.

because the person in front of you, you had no clue as to who that was.

“bye, y/n. don’t call me.”

and there you were. another door yet slammed in your face once more as you were met with the complete and utter silence of your apartment.

having fell to the ground, all you could do was crawl and hurdle up against the couch, wailing into your knees. you felt as though you couldn’t breathe and more than ever did you wish that you just didn’t.

is this it?

had you crossed the line?

you twist the keys to your apartment door after a long day of nothingness, to only be met with something, or someone that you sure in hell just did not want to see after the day you had today.

beginning to turn your body to leave for the second time, a hand grabs your wrist as you immediately shove it off you.

“don’t fucking touch me bill.”

“y/n. please, can we talk now?”

“oh now you wanna talk?? you wanna talk now, bill??”

you slam the door behind you out of respect for your apartment neighbours in not wanting to hear how loud your screaming at the stranger in front of you.

“talk to me bill, OH PLEASE, tell me how i owe you the pleasure of talking to me,”

“the woman at the bar—” you cut him off.

“i don’t want to hear about the fucking woman in the bar. i want you to recognize through that thick little skull of yours that you left me. and why that was wrong.”

“…”

“you left me, when i needed you. you left me, at a low point. vulnerable, bill! are you serious??” you couldn’t help but point a finger at his face, inching closer with each and every word. taunting him. berating him.

you begin to feel more heated by the second as the events of what happened a month ago repeat in your head.

“and no fucking contact!? for like, what, a month?? are you even real bill!? y’know what—where’s the reset button so i can see the man i first fell in love with.” circling his body you attempt to pretend look around his figure as though he was some sort of robot or artificial technology that somehow replaced the real bill unknowingly.

“…i’m still here.”

bill begins to pull you into an embrace into which you almost gave into. but he hasn’t apologized for his wrongs yet. you also begin to remember that his behaviour hasn’t been going on for that one day, it was weeks.

you push him off, and before he could say anything, you spoke. “y/n i—”

“FUCK! just—don’t touch me.. one hour, bill. give me ONE HOUR and i’ll be able to talk to you with a clear head. then i won’t say things i mean, or even worse, leave the apartment for one fucking month.”

you don’t let him get a word in.

you stomped your way into your bedroom and lock the door shut leaving bill alone in the living room. by himself, like how he left you. and if he really cared, and wanted this relationship to work, he wouldn’t leave. leave for a month.

you really were giving him the benefit of the doubt here.

opening the door, you were surprisingly met with your, ex boyfriend?? boyfriend?? sitting on the couch who quickly got up at the making of your presence that crept from the once shared bedroom.

you sigh heavily, you don’t even know if you want to do this. making your way to the couch, you plop down beside the space that bill once sat in, he slowly returning back to the position he was in.

your knees touch, but you inch away from him, which bothered him a lot.

“i fucked up. i fucked up bad, y/n. i’m sorry.. i’m so sorry i should’ve never left—i just, fuck.. i didn’t know what i was doing, okay?? but i know that doesn’t give you or me grace. but i can’t go back on my actions now, can i?”

“no, you can’t bill..”

“if you need me to explain what happened. i can, i will. i should’ve done it in the first place i was just so tired.. so tired, and angry.. it all let out. and i know this shit apology can’t fix it. but, please, y/n. tell me what i can do to fix it. tell me what i can do to make you stay.”

“bill..”

“what is it that i can do to make you stay?? hm? i need to know how i can make things right! because even the thought of losing you makes my chest physically hurt.”

“bill—”

“i want you, y/n. i want you so badly. i just need to see you smile once more. you don’t have to forgive me just please show me your smile. let me hug you one last time before you tell me it’s over. i can’t take back the things i said or did but i will never take back the fact that i lo—”

“bill! holy shit can you slow down for a second??”

“h-huh??”

“the fucking rambling is giving me a headache..but, shit, okay. if we want to make this work, we just need to be on the same page. AT ALL TIMES.”

his voice was shaky and he was breathing quite hard. his body leans in closer to yours after having heard what you said but you lean away, not wanting to get an inch closer to him.

“so, we’re not, breaking up..?”

“no bill. like i said, i want this to work. i want us, to work. it’s just up to the both of us if we want to make the effort, are you willing to do that?”

in his eyes, this basically means that you forgive him. and all he could do was smile, you couldn’t help but soften the once stern gaze, burning with anger and sadness at the face of relief he made.

“yes! yes of course meine schatz! oh thank you. i’m sorry for leaving you. i’m sorry for lying. i’m so sorry for ever thinking that it was okay to hurt you.”

pulling you into an embrace, he held onto your frame as though he never wanted to let go. with your arms so tightly squeezed, you couldn’t even reciprocate the action, only using one of your hands to pat his back.

“i love you most, my beautiful liebling,”

“i love you too, bill.”

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x y/n #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel fluff #tokio hotel angst #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x y/n #bill kaulitz x you #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz fluff #bill kaulitz angst #2000s #fyp

[defnotriri]

“ JUST A FLING ! “

Megumi Fushiguro x reader // Yuji Itadori x reader

angst with a lil itadori fluff at the end! :P

You don’t know how it happened. But it did.

Sitting in an empty classroom, focusing on your work. Occasionally tapping the pencil against your lips as you concentrated. It was silent other than the groans you let out once in a while if a problem you came across was complicated.

That was until he walked in. His stupid black hair, that spikes up. The way his shirt was creased and how he had his usual frown on his face.

but somehow, some way,

The two of you shared a kiss in the same classroom. He warned you, he wasn’t looking for anything. Just a fling. Your pencil and books left opened on the desk as he dragged you into his dorm. Breathing heavily as you quickly removed your tight black long sleeved uniform, as well as your black flared pants. Megumi was quick to move you onto the bed, his hands gently moving up and down your sides. Let’s just say- Yuji didn’t get that much sleep.

———

As you slowly opened your eyes, waking up from your sleep. You’re met with Megumi’s back facing you. A frown paining your face. You sat up in your matching underwear and got your phone off his night stand. Checking the time it.

3:46 am

You sighed putting the phone back down and collecting your clothing. Putting the shirt back on and then your pants. Megumi stirred at the cold empty spot next to him. Opening his eyes, seeing you dressed up.

“where’re you going? . . stay it’s late.. “

He squinted at the bright phone screen. Pulling you by the arm. Into the bed. Wrapping his arms around your small frame as his hand went behind your head pushing it towards his chest. Inhaling your scent with a content smile. This cycle continued for months.

——

You smiled as you carried a single shopping bag. You were out with Nobara and Yuji today. Yuji was being a gentleman and offered to carry both of your bags. Nobara happily agreed but you were a bit more reluctant, feeling bad for the boy. But he insisted and eventually you gave into him. You gave him everything but one bag, you bought it as a gift for Megumi. Who didn’t come since he already had plans.

It wasn’t that hot, but still warm. Due to the weather you three decided to go ahead and buy some ice cream from a nearby shop. As you guys walked there Nobara came to a halt confusing you and the laughing Yuji.

“Uh. . . You okay Kugisaki?” The pink haired boy said confused.

“Itadori, L/N, you idiots look! it’s fushiguro with a woman!”

Hearing the boys name with another woman you quickly turned your head, seeing it was true. Your heart breaking into pieces. You knew you were only a fling but it still hurt. Noticing your hurt expression, Yuji took your hand and Nobara’s in his and dragged you two away.

“Hey! I know a great sweet place Gojo-Sensei showed me a couple weeks ago. It’s way better than their ice cream!”

The pink haired boy said with a smile, worried look on his face when he saw you still looking back at Megumi. He knew for a fact you weren’t taking this well.

That night you laid in your bed, in the dark. Staring at your ceiling as you thought to yourself. Moving positions onto your side. Seeing the bag with Megumis gift as well as the things you bought today in the corner of your room. The tears threatened to spill but you didn’t let them, you aren’t weak like that. You thought to yourself. You’re not going to let a stupid fling make you cry.

A ding came from your phone as it lit up, making the room bright. You left it on delivered not caring who it was and deciding to ignore it. Then multiple more dings came. You sighed sitting up and looking at your phone.

9:28 pm

megs 👾👎:

how was ur day? (:

what did u buy with those two idiots ?

hellooo ?

i know ur awake u don’t sleep til late.

im walking over okay? i have to know you’re safe.

The messages the boy sent made you bawl as you read them. Stupid. What a stupid idiot. Megumi Fushiguro was the biggest idiot you’ve ever met. You wrapped yourself into the warm sheets and decided to just let him knock if he did come. You wouldn’t open it though.

He did knock after a good few minutes. Knock, Silence, Knock.

You stared at the wall as tears fell. But then you heard the doorknob twisting. But you locked the door. . . That’s when it hit you. Remembering that you gave your spare dorm key to Megumi one day. You cursed yourself. Turning around so you faced the wall and your back faced him.

“L/N?” Megumi whispered. Sitting down at the edge of your bed. No response, besides your sniffles that you so desperately tried to conceal. With a sigh megumi took off his shoes, laying into bed with you. Wrapping his arms around you and kissing your head. He tried to comfort you but since he really didn’t know what you were crying about, it was kind of useless.

“megumi. . .” You sat up finally facing him.

“I-… I cant just be a fling anymore i’m sorry. I want to be with you, Megumi! I don’t want you to call me L/N. I want to be called (Name)! I dont.. i don’t want to call you fushiguro anymore..” You said as you looked down, making the tears you held in fall. Megumi staring at your face.

“. . .(name)” He put a hand on your cheek. Making you look up at him as you continued to cry. It broke his heart- it really did. “I can’t. I dont-“ he sighed.

“I don’t feel the same way L/N, I like somebody else. I’m sorry. I know i said i wasnt looking for anything- but i..” He tried explaining while rubbing your cheek before you cut him off.

“please. . please leave.” You gave a soft smile with tears in your eyes. Not allowed to fall. He nodded and got his shoes back on. Looking back at you balled up in your bed. Before closing the door, the only light in the room leaving.

———

Even if the two of you guys weren’t dating it hurt like hell. It was as if you two had been dating for several years then broke. Itadori was by your side the whole time. How could he not? When you shows up to his dorm with tears staining your face. You desperately trying to wipe them all away before he wrapped you in a hug.

Eventually you got over it.

You even reached first name basis with Itadori and Kugisaki. Definitely not Fushiguro though. Since you guys were in the same grade, you couldn’t really avoid him. But you tried to minimize your contact with him. If he hung out with yuji, you hung out with nobara. If he hung out with nobara, you hung out with yuji. If you four were assigned to a mission or just hung out with everyone. You would try your hardest to pretend he’s not there. But obviously, you’d help him out on a mission if he desperately needed it or if you two were assigned.

You were out grocery shopping with Yuji one day. He let you intertwine your hand with his. Hugging the arm with your freehand. Looking up at him with a big smile as he tells what happened in a movie he recently watched. Obviously Yuji was carrying the bags like he usually did. Again, you had tried to decline politely but he insisted.

“You’re so cute Yuji.” You whispered as you got on your tippy toes and placed a soft kiss on his jawline. He smiled down at you. Bringing your intertwined hands up to his lips and placing a gentle kiss back.

“I promise, I’ll treat you better than fushiguro.” Yuji smiled softly at you.

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[qtboni]

Heyyy I love your writings so much I wanted to ask if maybe you could write a ghost x reader story with angst to fluff maybe where the reader gets tortured in front of him or gets kidnapped idk

╰﹒ 𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐀 !

PAIRING: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley X Reader

C/W: fem!reader, angst to comfort, violent themes, kidnapped/captivity, restraints, choking/strangling, asphyxiation, death (minor), explicit words, inaccurate spanish dialogues, bit of canon divergence. w/c 3.4k

Ghost could only hear the ringing in his ears as a firm hand connected harshly in his head. "C'mon, pinche pendejo," A woman crouched in her knees infront of him, a snarky smile etched in her face. She looked like a predator waiting for her prey to break, and she had no intention of making it easy for him. "We were protecting a friend in the mountains. Someone attacked us there... Who?"

Valeria. Ghost concluded in his thought.

"Go fuck yourself." He grunted as a reply and averted his gaze elsewhere. It was clear he wasn't interested in giving out any information. His insulting statement made the woman's smirk to drop as an irritated expression took place.

"If I were you," Valeria replied, her thick accent sipping through. She snickered as she taunts him by tilting her head to the side, faking a pity expression. "I'd be careful with my words."

"Why would I, ya lil' fucker." Ghost hissed, his brows furrowing as he glared at her with a menacing expression. He tried to move his tied wrists and legs, but the rope was too tight. His frustrations boiled at the feeling of helplessness, the tight bonds threatening to cut off his circulation.

"Because?" She replied with a deep chuckle, her eyes gleaming with a malicious glint. In one swift motion, she grabbed him by his vest and forced him to look up at her. "I have your pequeña princesa right here." Her words were punctuated by a self-assured smirk, her expression daring him to defy her command. His muscles were tense, his hands curled into fists as he struggled against his bonds, the tight rope digging into his wrists and legs as he tried to break free.

'Princesa?' He thought, his mind racing to make sense of her word. But then it clicked.

You.

Ghost took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure in the face of her teasing. ’She's playing with me,’ He thought as he tried to keep a cool head, but her words and expressions were certainly having an effect on him. There was no way Valeria had caught you. He was sure you left with the team!

"So?" Valeria's voice brought him back to where he was. The woman infront of him smiled widely in a sadistic and disturbing manner, her eyes glinting with evil intent. "Tell me. Ask my question,"

"You're a fuckin' lunatic if you think I'll give up intel," He fought against his rising emotions, thinking to himself. She was just messing with his head for sure. But his heart beat at a frantic rhythm, each pulse hammering against his chest as he tried to maintain his composure. "Don't even fuckin' know what you're on about,"

Disappointed, Valeria clicked her tongue. But it was not out of annoyance, no. There was something sinister beneath her snobbish grin, as if she was toying with Ghost and was enjoying it. A series of sinister chuckling enveloped the dark lit room. He could see from the corner of his eyes that a leather roll was unwrapped in the table situated at the side, revealing a collection of various knives, razor blades, tiny tools that were nonetheless can convey damage to one's body.

"No?" Valeria turned away from him for a moment, locking eyes with one of her minions on her right. "Then, I suppose I have no other choice but have you believe me that I stick to my words, hm?"

"Fuck you," He spits even if his heart tightened with dread, thinking for the absolute worst. She's lying. You can't possibly be here. He watches as the woman turned back to him with the same wicked grin, gaze still piercing him like a dagger. "Sit comfortably, yeah?" She continued, speaking as if her decision was already made. She smirked as her words sunk in at Ghost, the thought of harm coming to someone else sending a chill down his spine. "You'll need it."

"I don't f-"

"Wanna know why, cariño?" She cuts him off with a mock, leaning even closer to him. She didn't give him a chance to reply back as her hands wrapped around his covered jaw, her touch causing the skin under to burn with a mental flare. Then she whispered into his ear, her words a slow and teasing drawl. "I'll torture her up real good, and make you... Well," She paused to consider for a moment, before a slow grin spread across her face. "You'll just have to see for yourself." A dark amusement flickered in her eyes, the thrill of his helplessness evident in her tone.

With a rough pat on his cheek, Valeria stood up, her expression serious and professional. "Tráela En," She ordered the men to her side, who immediately obeyed. With a quick glance back to Ghost, the men piled out of the room with Valeria, their footsteps echoing in the hallway outside.

With the men having left the room, Ghost thought of how he could try to escape the restraints that held him down. He wiggled his arms in an effort to free himself from the ropes, but they held firm. His eyes darted around the room frantically, his brain desperately working to develop a plan for escape.

Ghost tried to wriggle his tied up wrists free, but the ropes stubbornly held tight. He took in a deep breath, attempting to clear his mind in order to develop a strategy that could help him escape. He strained as he worked at loosening the ropes, his muscles straining under the effort, and still the bonds refused to budge. With every attempt to free himself, he was met with increasing levels of exhaustion. Time was his enemy here, the clock ticking steadily away. He continued to strain at the ropes, but still they refused to budge. His skin was growing damp with sweat, his breath heavy and raspy. He had to escape, he had to.

Ghost was too focused on freeing himself, his gaze glued to his bound hands, his thoughts locked in a desperate cycle. His focus on escaping the ropes made it impossible for him to notice Valeria entered, his heart racing as her presence suddenly became apparent.

"I was looking forward to this," a raspy voice purred. He snapped turned his head forward, his eyes snapping towards Valeria's boastful stance and... fuck, it's you. The familiar scarf, covered in dirt and dust. Its little ghost drawing, once vibrant and colorful, was now dull and worn, the image haunting him. Even the sound of the heart keychain strapped to your belt was enough to draw him out of his daze, the item bringing back a flood of memories of you.

This can't be.

—

"Yer fuckin crazy," A rough voice was heard amidst the throbbing pain present in your head as you were haphazardly thrown.

You winced as your body collided with what felt like cold asphalt, and tears of anguish welled up in your eyes. Despite the familiar voice you recognized, your covered vision made it difficult to make out anything. The sedatives forced upon you while in captivity made you dizzy and disoriented. As the sack was removed from your head, the full impact of your surroundings flooded your senses. The voices around you were loud and numerous causing white noise in your ears, their words indecipherable to you as your mind struggled to grasp your current situation.

"Don't fuckin' hurt her!"

A sharp yank on your hair jarred you out of your trance, forcing you to look up from the ground. The sound of your lieutenant calling out your name registered in your mind, forcing you to come back to reality. As your eyes met those of Ghost's frantic eyes behind his mask, your heart raced, your anxiety flaring up once again as you quickly assessed what was happening.

Valeria's grip on your hair grew tighter, a cruel and sadistic grin spreading across her lips as your pained gasp filled her with pleasure. "You were expecting someone else, weren't you?" She said to Ghost, her tone dripping with sarcasm and malice. She leaned in closer, her cruel glare inches from your face as she whispered into your ear with a mocking tone, "Too bad. Que te voy a matar." She chuckled, her breath tickling your ear as you winced in pain.

"Just give it up, Valeria," He gritted his teeth in anger. But she laughed, her voice echoing in the room as she turned to Ghost. She held his gaze for a moment, studying his expression. Then, she turned back to you, a cruel grin spreading across her lips. "Oh, you poor thing," she chuckled, her tone dripping with condescension. She softly carressed your scalp as if creating a faux sense of security. "Is this affecting you," She said to Ghost as she ran a finger down your cheek, the sharp pain of her nail digging into your flesh drawing a quick wince from you. "Or do you have anything else in your mind besides this?"

"Fuckin' leave her out of this." Ghost clenched his jaw, desperately trying not to show any more signs of weakness. He tried to stay composed as Valeria leaned in closer to you, her teasing smile growing bigger with every passing moment. He swore the nerves in his arms were bulging out of tense.

You winced at her touch, but you didn't dare to speak as your jaw locked and your muscles tense as you tried to ignore it. Valeria laughed again, moving a step back so she could face him again. "Oh, but I do love the way she look when she's in pain," she said, her tone playful as she studied your tears streaming down your face. "You really should have told me what I wanted to know." She chuckled, moving closer to you again, her hand moving in a gentle caress along his cheek. "It's okay, little sweetheart," she whispered, her voice full of deceiving sweetness.

She has a cruel glint in her eyes as she studied your expression. Her hand gently moved towards your cheek, then her nails started digging into your skin and you gritted your teeth, trying to hold in the cry of pain that was forming in your throat. "Speak, bitch," She spat on you, eyes narrowed with annoyance. You didn't respond, determined to close your mouth. Whatever this was, you're on your lieutenant's side. "No?"

It was only as Valeria let go of her grip on you that you realized how numb your muscles felt. Your legs felt like they were made of lead as you tried to scurry away, but the effects of the torture had left your body limp. Unable to move, unable to escape, you watched helplessly as Valeria went over to the side and grabbed something, the glinting object catching your eye.

You met Ghost's gaze and saw him return it, the terror evident in your expression as he silently implored you to try harder to escape. As if you were the one who has their limbs tied up. "How amusing," Valeria came up between you both, playfully swaying the sharp material in her hands. "It seems like our little friend is too strong-willed for our torture to affect her."

You weren't given the chance to react at all when the knife had already slit your arm. Everything went silent as the stinging sensation was too much to bear. You screamed out as the cold metal pulled out, leaving your blood to gush out of your flesh.

"You fuckin' bitch!" You heard Ghost yell out as he struggled in the chair, attempting to break free from its constraints. Your ears were greeted with the sound of the chair's loud creaks and groans. The noise seemed to echo through the room as he yanked against the ropes, his movements growing more frantic as the sounds turned into small shouts of effort. "I'll fucking kill you!"

"Give me información, pendejo." was all Valeria stated.

As Ghost's struggles continued, your weak and fatigued body could barely muster the energy to keep your eyes open, let alone attempt to help him. He called out for your help with more desperation, his shouts growing louder and more frantic as the knife sliced at your bruised skin again and again.

"S-Stop!" Your body was paralyzed with fear, your mind paralyzed in shock, unable to process what it was witnessing. You wanted to run, to do anything to make it stop. But all you could do was watch, your tears falling down your cheeks. Your body had betrayed you. "Please..."

"Valeria!" Ghost shouted, no, he tried to call for her to stop when your body convulsed as another wave of sobbing washed over you. Two strong hands squeezed your throat, your breaths coming out in shallow gasps. You tried to comply, but the words coming out of your mouth were so slurred and incoherent, it was impossible to understand. You felt like you were on the verge of passing out, your mind and body exhausted from the pain and stress of Valeria's torture.

"Let go!" You choked out the words between the hands on your throat, your strength fading. You tried to pry her off but Valeria's grip only tightened, cutting off your air. As you struggled, she pressed her hand hard against your face.

"Shhh," she whispered, her voice a cruel taunt. Your vision was blurring as your eyes rolled back, a hand over your mouth stifling your desperate screams. Her voice felt far away, as if you were under water.

"Let... please... let go..." you managed to wheeze out desperately. As you fought against the darkness in your mind, your strength waning, you felt your awareness fading away. You felt as if you were floating, weightless and free all over despite the cold temperatures of the air around you. You felt peaceful, your senses fading and your consciousness slipping as you lost your grip on reality, slowly surrendering to the embrace of the void, your world fading away.

As you began to slip away, the world around you began to dissolve into a blur. It was all splotches of black, the darkness slowly consuming your senses. In your distorted vision, you saw something casting a shadow over you. It was hard to tell what it was, but you tried to focus your eyes on it, your irises dilating in recognition. The blurring slowly faded away, your senses sharpening as you glanced over Valeria's shoulder.

There, the person moved quickly, seizing Valeria's arms, yanking her away from you and tossing her aside. He turned to her with a fury in his eyes, ready to throw hands. The world came back to you with a sudden jolt, your lungs inhaling deeply as your eyes popped open. The colors of the room and the chill of the air on your skin became tangible as you registered the sharp pain of the ground beneath you.

With your eyes squinting, you see how she smirked at him, her gaze confident even as Ghost's body trembled with rage. He stepped forward, grabbing Valeria by the hair and twisting it, using his full strength to force her to the ground. He yanked her by the hair across the floor, his grip tight and unforgiving. His eyes filled with hate, his body trembling with anger, as he slammed her face-first into the floor.

"How dare you," he spat, his voice hoarse and raw. "How dare you lay your dirty hands on her!" Ghost's voice was thick with rage and loathing, his words pouring out in a torrent of fury. But Valeria smiled coolly, looking at him dead in the eyes as he continued to pull her across the floor. She didn't try to fight it, allowing herself to be dragged, but Ghost didn't let up. He didn't release his grip on her hair, even as her body bumped and dragged across the floor.

Ghost pulled Valeria forcefully against the wall, pinning her against it as he kept a firm grip on her hair. She tried to move, to squirm free from his grasp, but he didn't let her. She grabbed the knife that was tucked into her belt, the blade glinting in the light, and tried to stab him in the back. Ghost caught the movement in his peripheral vision, and he quickly grabbed her wrist, twisting her arm in a painful maneuver. The knife dropped from her hand as she let out a cry of pain, the blade falling to the floor with a soft thud.

Ghost looked down at Valeria, her expression twisted into a smirk as she glared up at him in defiance. In that moment, he felt his rage flare, his emotions taking over. Ghost brought his face right up to Valentina's, his expression filled with cold malice and hatred. "What?" He asked, his voice a harsh whisper. "Did you think I *wouldn't* finish you off?" He grabbed hold of her hair with both hands, his expression feral as he looked into her eyes.

Ghost twisted Valeria's arm sharply, and before she knew it, he had her in a chokehold. He tightened his grip, his face filled with rage as he looked into her eyes. She struggled desperately, trying to fight him off, but Ghost's strength was overwhelming. He held on tight, slowly squeezing tighter and tighter, his grip tightening with each breathe. She coughed and gasped for air, her eyes filling with a mixture of fear and regret. And then, a moment later, she was gone. The sound of her body hitting the floor broke the silence as Ghost released his grip, letting her fall to the ground. His heart pounded in his chest as he stood above Valeria's motionless body, his breath catching in his throat.

"Lt..." You managed to choke out as you cleared your throat, trying to get his attention to you. Your hands were shaking, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. He slowly turned to look at you, eyes filling with sudden concern. As the pain and anger disappeared, he was overcome by fear and anxiety, the thought of losing you too much to bear.

He rushed towards you, his heart pounding in his chest. There was no hesitation, his arms enveloping your body in a tight embrace. His embrace was tight and firm, his body pressed up against yours with his warmth radiating from him and his breath filling your ears. The adrenaline pumping through his body still, and you trembled in his arms, clinging to him for reassurance.

"We need to leave fast, love," He murmured, absentmindedly calling you a petname, as he took notice of the bruises and bleeding cuts marring your body. Without another word, he lifted you into his arms, your body limp and weak, and carried you. "Not for long before those suckers come here,"

You hummed as a reply, too tired to form words as you rested your head on his firm chest. You felt him adjusting you a bit when his hand came in contact with the cuts you had on your arm and you hissed, body curling up to comfort yourself. "Sorry," he whispered, his voice gentle. He stayed close to you, letting you lean into him as your body trembled. The fear began to fade, and you felt his warmth surround you, his arms a source of strength and comfort.

As Ghost, with you in his arms, walked outside, you were both silent. The cold air and the rustling of your clothing movements were the only sounds you heard, the sounds of the outside world muted and hazy. Ghost's grip around you was firm and protective, and you felt his body against yours as the cold air brushed back your hair. There were no words spoken between you, the air filled with silence and Ghost's gentle breathing, his warm presence beside you.

Suddenly, Ghost's voice filled your ears and it sent your heart fluttering. "Swear on my word," He gently whispered in the volume of what he should only hear. The heat of his embrace still radiating around you, his arms still wrapped around you, protecting you from the world. "I'll never let you get hurt again."

#he's the man #thank you for coming to my ted talk #👾 — [bonnie’s wk] #cod x reader #simon x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon riley ghost x reader #simon riley imagine #simon riley x reader #simon riley x y/n #cod x you #cod fanfic #cod modern warfare #ghost cod #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost angst #cod ghost #ghost x female reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley x you #cod mw3 #cod #call of duty #call of duty x reader #simon ghost x you #ghost x you #cod simon riley

[haknom]

RIKI’S GAM3 BO1 : LEVEL THIRTEEN ⊱ thank you btw :)

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[fishsticksloser]

Can I please request a f!reader x Donnie? Where reader worked really hard in a project (your choice!) for school but still failed or didn’t reach their expectations and Donnie soft of comforts them? I tried to keep it vague to see what you come up with! Love your writing, so keep it up!

Project: Comfort

Donnie x gn!reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, Donnie is not the best with feelings but he's trying his best, kissing, kinda open ending

A/N: I was waiting for this one. I was excited for it.

Donnie hadn't seen you in a while, he was starting to get worried. Very unlike him.

Still he worried. You weren't being yourself, which in turn stressed him out.

He would pace in the lab, get more frustrated on his projects. So when April spilled that you had been working on a big school project and didn't get the grade April believed you deserved, Donnie went nuts.

He went to your place, not knocking, not texting. He just showed up, prying your window open.

Donnie found you in your bed, wrapped up in blankets. He crawled into bed with you, spooning your caterpillar form. He holds you tight, mumbling about how amazing you are.

⋆｡ ﾟ｡☁︎👾｡ ﾟ｡⋆

The next morning, you wake up alone with only a note requesting your presence at the lab at noon. Looking at the time, you still had 3 hours.

When it got close to noon, you decided to head down, knowing it might take you a while to get to the lab. Of course you were right, the other 3 turtles were talking and comforting you. They knew how hard you'd worked and were willing to find a way to help out.

When you did make it to the lab, it was dark. You paused, looking at the time, wondering if you had read the time wrong. You walked around the lab cautiously before getting to Donnie's bedroom door. There was a light on, it seeped out from under his door.

"Come in!" You hear Donnie's muffled voice from the other side. For just a moment you questioned how he knew you were there, but quickly remembered his security system.

You slowly open his bedroom door, seeing a pile of blankets and pillows as well as your favorite snacks and drinks on his bed. He stood in the middle of the room, rocking on his feet anxiously.

"I've... Done research... I heard that maybe making a blanket fort might help..." He explains, motioning to the pile next to him. "And... Your favorite things." He nods to the snacks on his bed. "I thought you deserved a movie night... I didn't want to make the fort without you, I read that was half the fun."

Donnie reaches out, pulling you to him. He cups your cheek gently, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. He leans down, pressing a tender kiss to your lips, his hand sliding back to your hair. He pulls away slowly, smiling at you.

"You ready to build a fort?" He asks, his eyes shinning with adoration and mischief.

#{fish answers•°} #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise donnie #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rise donatello #rise x reader #rise of the turtles #rise movie #donnie x reader #donnie hamato #teenage mutant ninja turtles donnie #donnie tmnt #rottmnt donnie #donatello #donatello x reader #donatello hamato #tmnt donatello #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt donatello #tmnt donnie #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt #unpause rottmnt #unpause rise of the tmnt #unpause rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise leo #rise raph

[kamii-2]

please make more kk arnold fics just not angst i can’t handle it anymore

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hi 👾 anon, i hope you enjoyed the angst 😭 anyway this is a fic about kk and her funny ass lives on tiktok

warning(s): cussing

genre: fluff

pairing(s): kk arnold x fem!reader

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you and kk have been together for about 7 months and no fans knew. you guys planned on telling people eventually but you guys were nervous because of the way fans act when their celebrity crushes get with someone, so you just kept it on the low.

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you were at home in bed watching tv and bored as ever, when you got a notification on tiktok that kk was live. you joined and it was her, paige, and ice answering questions and messing around. when people seen you joined they all started to say your name, people knew you because you were apart of the media team. you posted pictures, took pictures, and managed accounts.

kk was the first to notice you, “oh my god hi y/n!” she said while smiling, “HI Y/N!” ice yelled, and paige said “hi y/n,” you got up and set your phone on your desk then sat in the chair then requested to join the live. ice picked up kk’s phone and accepted it, placing it back after.

“hi guys,” you said while waving and smiling. “what are you doing?” paige asked you, “nothing i’m bored as fu- freak,” you replied to her question. you know that they can’t cuss on live or they will be in trouble so you won’t cuss either because you’re on their live and they could potentially get in trouble. “you should come over” ice said, “wait i should, i’ll be there soon” you said as you picked up your phone and left the live.

you got up and put on a basic ass outfit. you put on a tight black shirt and grey sweatpants. you put on your shoes, grabbed your phone and keys, then left.

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when you got to her shared dorm, you knocked on the door and azzi answered. “hi y/n,” she says with a smile and hugs you, you say hi and hug her back.

you went back to kk’s room and opened the door. they had invited people to the live to tell stories. someone was currently telling a funny story about their siblings. when you walked in the comments were going crazy and the 3 girls said hi and the person telling the story paused to say hi, you said hi back before you went and sat next to ice on the floor. before the fan continued their story they called out your name, “y/n you’re so fine oh my god,” you were a bit shocked that they were so open about it. you giggled and said thank you.

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it was about 30 minutes later and you guys were all answering questions about yourselves, uconn, etc.

you were thirsty so you got from the door and went to get a water bottle. when you got up kk turned around and said “where are you going baby-,“ she realized what she did and immediately slapped her hand over her mouth. ice was staring at kk in shock and paige was looking at the live with her jaw dropped. you were staring at kk with wide eyes and a shocked smirk.

the comments were going CRAZY.

“kk you are actually dumb,” paige said while laughing.

“oops..” kk said as she turned around to the live.

“okay so basically, we were gonna tell you guys but like we weren’t ready.” you quickly explained. they all agreed before ice and paige started to laugh again, “it’s not funny,” kk says while she covers her face.

-

after the live ended, paige and ice went to their rooms and you and kk were cuddling while on your phones, showing eachother tiktoks and other things people are posting about you guys.

“kk how do you even manage to do that” you questioned her with a laugh. “i honestly don’t know, it slipped out”

“idiot,” you call her while laughing and kissing her.

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i hope you enjoyed, sorry it’s short 😭 anyway hope you have a good day/night, love you 💋💋

#uconn huskies #uconn wbb #kk arnold x reader #kk arnold #paige bueckers #ice brady

[tmntxthings]

一∑rottmnt masterlist two・゜・。

helloooooo~! it’s me, grace :D

the → first rottmnt masterlist ←

is chock full of links so here is a second one for all intents and purposes!

Key: ★ = fluff, ☆ = angst, □ = incomplete, ✅ = complete

Last Updated: 3/20/24

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Rottmnt Headcanons (featuring all the turtles)

nothing here yet!

Raphael ❤️🐢👊💥

。・゜・headcanons・゜・。

nothing here yet…

。・゜・oneshots・゜・。

change ☆

where raph would change for you if he could

wherever you go ★

where reader is head over heels for raph

Leonardo 💙🐢⚔️🌃

。・゜・headcanons・゜・。

nothing here yet

。・゜・oneshots・゜・。

hold me ☆

where reader gets abducted and feelings get messy between leo

Donatello 💜🐢📚👾

。・゜・headcanons・゜・。

nothing here yet

。・゜・oneshots・゜・。

nothing here yet

Michelangelo 🧡🐢🍕☀️

。・゜・headcanons・゜・。

nothing here yet

。・゜・oneshots・゜・。

nothing here yet

#rottmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt fandom #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fan fic #rottmnt fandom #tmnt raphael x reader #raphael x reader #rottmnt raph #rottmnt #rise raphael #rise leonardo x reader #rottmnt leonardo x reader #leonardo #rise leonardo #rise donatello x reader #rise donatello x you #tmnt donatello x reader #donatello #rise donatello #rise michelangelo x reader #tmnt michelangelo x reader #michelangelo x reader #michelangelo x you #rise michelangelo x you #rise mikey x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #donnie x reader #rise donnie x reader