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xxsunoosprincess · 2 months

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hi, can i reqs enha reaction to waking up with their back all scratched up after a long night with their s/o?

back to my regularly scheduled content 😋 absolutely delicious request

Enhypen’s reaction to seeing the marks you left on their back. (OT6)

pairings: enhypen legal line x reader

warnings, 18+, minors DNI, mentions of sex, handjobs, and marking

Heeseung

Shy baby…. doesn’t tell you because he doesn’t want you to feel bad (and also secretly wants you to do it again). When you wake up he is fully dressed and sitting in bed, back facing away from you which is weird. He’s never awake this early and is he watching you sleep?? Can’t pry what’s wrong out of him so you end up wrestling him down and flipping up his shirt, exposing the marks (and making his cock throb). Repeated tells you it’s not a big deal but walks around with his shirt tucked in like a dork just in case anyone else tries to pull a fast one on him.

Jay

Loves that shit. Type of boyfie that sends you $200 to get your nails done all pretty. Taking care of you is his top priority!! Plus, he loves the way a nice manicure looks when you have your hands wrapped around his cock. He can also feel the scratch marks you leave down his back that much better with a nice set of acrylics. When he catches sight of them in the morning, you will have another “investment” sitting in your bank account immediately.

Jake

Shakes you awake after he takes a shower and the body wash packs an extra sting. Once he has you up and sufficiently panicked… “It’s important, wake up!!” Is not the most delicate way to wake up your partner… he pulls off his shirt and flips over to show you the damage. Thinks he has a rash at first, but it doesn’t take much to deduce what the red lines running down his back are from. Once you tell him, he switches to “Look what you did to me! You wild animal!” all whiny and rosey cheeked. Makes you kiss it better.

Sunghoon

Likes it and makes sure everyone knows about it. “Oh these? Y/n was over last night” cue groans from the other members. After that they stop asking but he makes sure they are visible. Will probably even ask you to do it again and leave marks along his shirt line so they “accidentally” show. And when you do, he makes sure to reward you with an extra nice pounding that night <3

Sunoo

Sweet blushing baby!! He sees it in the mirror while doing his morning skincare and shrieks. It obviously attracts the attention of everyone in the dorm, but he runs back to his room with his shirt clutched to his chest and back pressed against the wall. He finally slips into the room and sees you sitting up in bed, clearly just awoken by the chaos happening behind the door. Jeers of “damn Sunoo I didn’t know you were a freak like that!” from Jake as he turns around to show you what all the commotion was about sends you into your own fit of laughter.

Jungwon

The first time it happened he didn’t even notice. Goes about his day until he is at dance practice and is getting sweaty so he takes his shirt off. Sunoo’s scandalized gasp is all he heard before a shirt is thrown at his face with a hissed “are you crazy? what if the managers see?”. Oops. Not so secretly happy about it. Now he walks around the dorms shirtless after a romp with you in the sheets just so he can show off a bit.

END.

a/n: short lil thang to get back into the swing of things after everything that went down today. Good lord… thinking about getting two requests out tonight to make up for deleting last nights :( also reminder that requests are open for 100 follower event!! anyways, hope you enjoy! xx - princess

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punkeccentricenigma · 7 months

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Rise!Boys accidentally confess their love to Reader.

Relationship status: Romantic

Reader prounouns: They/Them

TW: Slight angst for Raph's part, Some grammatical errors because english is not my first language.

Author's note: Just enjoy lol.

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Leonardo

◇ Ever since Leo realized his feelings, his casual demeanor towards [Y.N] had turned into almost aggressively flirting.

◇ Despite not wanting to rush into confessing his feelings, he was practically a simp for that person..

◇ But he also teased them often, of course, not on a seriously offensive level. Just light pokes and prods.

◇ I'm sure he bragged to anyone about his not-yet relationship with [Y.N].

"Oh, and I recently won a unicorn plushie for them, and they were really delighted! WE'RE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER!"

"Pepino, get the hell out of here."

◇ Just as Donatello had enough of his (non-)twin, he now wanted to dig a hole to hell and throw him in there to finally get some rest.

◇ Anyway, the accidental confession happened one night when neither he nor [Y.N] could sleep.

◇ They were sending each other various memes through Discord in bulk. This boosted his confidence even more, leading to him typing 'I love you.'

◇ Of course, he hadn't sent it yet; his mind was suddenly filled with not-so-good thoughts. What if they don't feel the same? What if they laugh at him?? Or something worse?!

◇ Despite his persona, the boy was full of insecurities, from his looks to his personality, but with them... he felt good about himself.

◇ But would such a confession be too simple? The boy decided to wait at least one day before confessing his love.

◇ But fate said 'nuh-uh,' and his phone fell on Leo's face, causing panic. Due to his carelessness, he held the device wrong, resulting in the accidental sending of the ill-fated message.

"No, no, no, NO!" His voice trembled as he tried to delete the message immediately. Unfortunately, the app froze to his disadvantage. "Damn it!"

◇ When he managed to reopen the app, there was a new message.

◇ "... You are not joking, right?"

◇ This night would last even longer than a turtle had anticipated.

Raphael

◇ I think it happened during the attack on their home by Shredder. Absolute chaos, a storm of emotions, the perfect situation for an imperfect love confession.

◇ "Raph, have you lost your mind?!" [Y.N] began, full of outrage. "Why didn't you let me stay? Splinter and Draxum need help!"

The turtle furrowed his brow bones, looking down at the shorter person with regret. "It was the only way, I'm sure they'll handle it."

"And what if they don't? What if they needed our help right now?"

◇ No matter how advanced [Y.N]'s combat skills were, Raphael was even more opposed to the idea.

◇ "Nothing will happen to them!" Raphael raised his voice, as if trying to convince not only the teenager but himself. "And stop arguing with me; I'm the leader here, and I make the decisions!"

"Damn it, I don't understand you! I could handle it, and you would have more time to plan; I'm not needed here!!"

◇ Just a reminder, everyone present was watching this argument.

◇ "Yes, you are!"

"No, I'm not!"

"You are! I don't want to lose you like Gram Gram; I love you too much!" His angry red face suddenly turned shocked. Oh, oh. Did he really just say that??

◇ His dark eyes met the teenage counterpart's. Their whole face was red, and their determination to sacrifice themself slowly faded from their eyes.

"... Fine," [Y.N] muttered and sat down in the seat next to Michelangelo.

◇ When all this chaos is over, they'll have to talk, this time more calmly.

Donatello

◇ Donnie has a need to be as organized as possible, so before suggesting anything, he has to plan everything out and make sure that any confession of feelings will go perfectly.

◇ Of course, he had a large folder with potential scenarios that could happen before and after the confession. It had a bit of a vibe from his previous reincarnation, but much less scary and obsessive - he simply felt strong discomfort without preparation.

◇ Leo likes to tease him about it, by the way.

◇ Anyway, there was one situation the boy didn't anticipate. One night, he had been working on another invention all night, aimed at stealing another battery from the Purple Dragons, and in the morning, he fell asleep at his desk, or rather, he was half-unconscious.

◇ "Dee, come to bed." Raphael's voice echoed through the lab, gently shaking the sleepy Soft-shell's naked shoulder. In response, he got some sluggish syllables and a hiss. "You can't sit here like this; it's not healthy." "And sitting here all night is unhealthy enough," he added quietly.

"Get lost..." That's all the turtle understood. Raph rolled his eyes and moved away from his brother a bit.

"I'm not going to struggle; I'm sleep-deprived myself," the red-loving enthusiast said, picking up his phone.

◇ And so [Y.N] appeared in the lair, as the ultimate weapon.

◇ "Donnie! Get up! Lie down in bed!" The teenager themself was not well-rested, considering the early hour, but they tried not to sound irritated. Donnie mumbled something again and straightened up in his chair.

"Raphaello, leave me alone," Donnie started, putting his hands on the keyboard. Apparently, he had no intention of opening his eyes. "I still need to make a few changes to the code..."

"Wait, do you think I'm Raph??" [Y.N] asked in surprise, pointing at themself. Did their voice really sound so manly and deep?? Since when??

"And you're talking in the third person again; I've told you that it's no longer fashionable." Donnie tried not to hit his head against the desk even a little, wanting to at least be somewhat awake. The human wanted to say something, correct him, but gave up with a certain idea in their mind.

◇ they had noticed strange aspects of their friend's behavior lately. He was more open to their, often grabbing their hand or hugging their despite his usual aversion to it, he made various devices for their that made quite an impression on their... there had to be something to it!

◇ "Hey, buddy," the human leaned lazily against the desk, trying their best to mimic the speech style of the oldest of the brothers. "Do you, you know, have something going on with our best, most wonderful human friend??"

"You mean April?" Ouch, that hurt, even though [Y.N] felt the same way. "She's our almost-sister, Raph, yuck."

◇ "Oh, no! [Y.N], I meant [Y.N]!" The teenager corrected themself, slightly annoyed. It was weird.

"What about them? I already told you." No! Not like that!

"Ahahah, you know I have a bad memory when I'm not stressed!"

"Mh..." Pause. Did they say something wrong? Donatello is overly smart; he should figure out what's wrong! How will they explain this? "Everything's fine; my plan will be initiated in half a year at the latest." Plan? What plan??

"Plan...?"

"Rendezvous plan, duh," Donnie replied, resting his head on his hand. "I know you advised against it, but I can't do it differently. I need everything to be tip-top before I confess my feelings to them."

◇ "..."

◇ "Raph...?"

◇ [Y.N] remained silent, trying to control their sudden heartbeat and their face turning as red as a strawberry.

Michelangelo

◇ Playing the role of Dr. Delicate Touch, the boy knew perfectly well what he felt and wanted to confess his love, but the natural fear of rejection also got to him.

◇ He wanted to think this all through. He wanted to do it as smoothly and charmingly as possible, but not in a way that made it seem like he didn't care. He didn't want to throw such important words to the wind!

◇ His artist's soul played a significant role here. Every time he felt great, he had to sketch something related to love.

◇ Just woke up from a fantastic dream? He had to quickly grab his sketchbook and sketch [Y.N] in a floral wreath.

◇ He was on patrol and saw their favorite cafe? He started sketching the teenager drinking coffee in the nearby sand with his finger, taking a picture of it as a keepsake.

◇ Spending quality time with [Y.N]? He convinced them to start painting each other with his favorite markers, and under the pretext of light fun, he drew orange hearts on their cheeks.

◇ It was all fun until there was an 'accident' during one of the previously mentioned activities.

◇ So, Mikey and [Y.N] were in his new room after Shredder's attack, and he needed help with some unique decoration.

◇ "Wait, isn't that a neon banner from the nearby store??" The teenager asked, pointing at the mentioned thing, peeking out from behind the boy.

"I neither confirm nor deny it!" Mikey laughed, shrugging his shoulders. "You have to admit it fits perfectly."

"Mhm, but I doubt you'll fall asleep with this," [Y.N] said skeptically, picking up one of the cardboard boxes that contained a surplus of notebook-like items. "Where does this go?"

"Oh! Just put it next to the cabinet; I'll put them in the drawers in a sec."

The human nodded, and as they took a few more steps, they tripped over the cables lying on the floor. they fell to the ground with a squeak, dropping the box less than half a meter in front of them.

"Are you okay??" The orange-loving enthusiast quickly ran to his friend, helping them get up as they groaned in pain.

"Yeah, I think so..." Their voice trailed off, surprising Mikey, who followed their gaze.

◇ His pupils immediately narrowed upon seeing an open sketchbook with many drawings and sketches of [Y.N], with a predominant theme of love.

"Mikey...?"

"IT'S NOTHING!" The teenager shouted, hastily picking up the sketchbook from the floor and pressing it against his plastron.

◇ Their faces both turned equally red with excessive thinking.

◇ Oops.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rottmnt x y/n #rottmnt x you #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise donnie x reader #rise leo x reader #rise mikey x reader #rise raph x reader #rottmnt x reader #Headcanons #x reader

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 month

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AITA for accidentally outing my fiance?

I (27F) am engaged to a 24M guy. He is trans, but he doesn't identify as trans anymore - he's post-everything, passes 100%, lives stealth/as a cis man, and no one who didn't know him pre-transition knows him as anything but a cis man. I know keeping that up is very important to him, we've had a lot of conversations about how happy he is just being seen as cis and being able to pass. I know getting outed and 'found out' is also a big worry of his, for example for our upcoming wedding he's rushing around trying to make it clear to his family that they shouldn't mention him being trans or refer to him as she/her at our wedding because he has so many friends coming who don't know he's trans. It's not that he doesn't trust them or he's ashamed of being trans or anything, he's very supportive of his trans friends, but he just doesn't publicly live as trans.

We're in a big Discord server of friends that have been quite close for about a year now, enough that we've met multiple of them in person and two of them are going to be in his wedding party as sort of 'best man' equivalents (we're not really sticking to bridesmaid best man stuff just our mixed gender friends). He has kept his Facebook very private for as long as I've known him, the only people on there are IRL friends and family because he has in the past posted trans stuff on there, like transition updates, it still has old pictures of him pre-T or in early transition, etc. I knew he didn't want this found. He also hadn't told any of this group aside from the people he was especially close with and had invited to the wedding his surname and location in case they looked him up and found something.

People in the server were sharing their Facebook profiles and I shared mine so people could add me. My fiance messaged me right after pointing out that me sharing mine would dox him as I had him in my relationship status and friends list, but I unfortunately didn't see this message for a while as I was distracted and doing other things. By the time I saw, everyone in the group had already clicked and gone through my profile and found his.

He tried to go through and speed-delete everything he could find that was public that mentioned him being trans or showed him pre-transition, any comments from family referring to it, etc but pictures that were set to friends only were still popping up in previews on the side and some of his family have public profiles that show cover images with him pre-T and things like that.

Our friends were making jokes about finally knowing his surname, going through his whole account down to the time it was first made back in 2018, commenting on old statuses of his, so they definitely saw his profile and went through all of it. He was panicking because he had no way of knowing if they'd seen that he's trans or not and got super upset and freaked out about the possibility, and he couldn't ask without outing himself or making them suspicious.

I apologized and deleted the link but obviously by then it was too late.

I do think it's not a huge deal as much as he thinks because I know our friends would be supportive and wouldn't think of him differently, but I know it was still important to him. I'm not sure they did see because some of our friends are the type to have just blurted out "You're trans?!" in the server without thinking about it (not because they're malicious or judging it, but some of them aren't as online and don't really know how to talk about it sensitively if that makes sense) and they didn't say anything. However he thinks they did because they were talking about statuses older than the ones he managed to get to deleting in time.

Like I said i did apologize but I feel like he's still upset with me for not thinking before sending my profile. On top of that I have kind of a habit of doing things impulsively and without thinking (I have bpd and bipolar) and not always taking into account how it will affect him or what consequences it will have,which I've been working on for years but I worry this is just adding to that which I know already wears on him.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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ivy-loves-chocolate · 5 months

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Note: I had to repost this cuz I accidentally deleted the first one lol. Anyway, this is such a cute request, anon! ❤️ I had so much fun writing it, and I hope you'll enjoy it. Lmk if you want a second, smutty part 🤗;

Pair: Leon Kennnedy x Reader;

Type: fluff, but things get heated at the end;

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The day was about to end as the sunset blessed the sky with its beautiful amber rays. The patio was slowly becoming crowded as more people finished work by now, but Leon wasn’t bothered. He took a sip from his cocktail and watched the sunset, lost in his own thoughts.

Even if it’s been a week with no calls from work, he still waits for the familiar ringtone to disturb his peace. He brings one arm to his bicep and gently brushes his fingers over a certain spot. The pain was gone. All the bruises healed from his last mission.

“You alright?” You asked, seeing as he might not be here.

“Hmm? Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just... everything is calm and peaceful, you know.”

“And I take it you’re not used to it.”

“Nope. Usually, I would’ve been hit by this table by now instead of having dinner at it. Some big, scary monster would’ve chased after me, and so on.”

“Hmmm, I guess that’s true. If you want, I can chase you around with this knife and give you some adrenaline if you miss it.”

Leon chuckled and shook his head.

“No, it’s alright. It’s not that I miss the adrenaline, it’s the fact that I keep expecting something bad to happen any time now.”

"Well, stop it. Hunnigan was very clear when she told you that no one would bother you in your free time. There are plenty of agents; they can manage.”

“I guess you’re right.”

He took your hand in his and squeezed gently while smiling at you. The gentle breeze moved your hair from side to side slowly and delicately. Leon stared at you for a few seconds, admiring how beautiful you looked in that golden light that highlighted your beautiful features.

“One thing I’ll never get tired of is having such great company.” He said it softly while looking at you. He took another sip from his cocktail.

You smiled and looked away for a few seconds, but you didn’t move your hand. The way he was looking and talking with you made you blush.

“What?” He said this as his big thumb began to caress your skin. “I mean it.”

“I know; I enjoy your company too. It’s just that such moments like this with you are rare, and when they finally happen, it feels surreal.”

“I know… Don’t worry, I promise I’ll try to make them happen more often.”

A full moon replaced the sun, and stars filled the sky. You and Leon went for a walk after the meal you just had. The breeze was still gentle, but the air was colder, so Leon gave you his jacket since you forgot yours home. You were holding hands as you walked on the crowded boulevard.

“Wanna get yourself something nice?” He asked as you passed in front of some stores.

“Hmm, no. Maybe later.”

Leon spoiled you this week a lot. He bought you various gifts, took you to expensive restaurants, and made sure that the hotel where you were staying was one of the top. You paid too for some meals and tickets to tourist attractions, but it was mostly him to use the wallet. Despite telling him there was no need for such treatment, he ignored you and continued to pay.

He also went everywhere you wanted to go. He didn’t say “no” once during your vacation. He just enjoyed your presence, and as long as you were happy, he was happy too.

"Are you sure you’re not cold?”

"Yeah, I’m fine; don’t worry about me.” He chuckled as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him. Then he pressed a kiss on your head.

“You’re such a gentleman, Leon.”

Under the soft glow of the moonlight, the streets were bathed in a gentle silver light. Both of you found a quiet corner of the city and allowed yourselves to be caught in the magic of the night. The distant hum of traffic and the occasional city sounds provided a subtle backdrop to the moment.

Leon couldn’t take his eyes off you, smiling the entire time like someone who had experienced love for the first time.

The air between you became charged with an unspoken connection. Leon looked deep into your eyes as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

The streetlights cast a warm halo around you, creating an intimate space in the midst of the urban chaos. The night held a certain stillness, as if time itself had slowed to allow you to savour your romance.

You placed your hands over his shoulder, then went behind his neck as you leaned forward, closing the gap between your bodies.

The anticipation hung in the air, a delicate dance of desire. Leon finally closed the remaining space, and your lips met in a tender, long-awaited kiss. With closed eyes, you let your bodies be consumed by the intense lust that this magical moment brought.

The moon dispersed its bright light as if it were aware of this gentle moment, subtly urging its sister stars to gather and cast their shine in the beautiful moment that was unfolding beneath them.

Your mouths melted together in a union of passion. Neither of you felt like pulling out any time soon. Leon’s hands began to gently caress your waist, shifting the fabric of your shirt as they moved up and down. Your hands began to play with his hair, running it between your delicate fingers.

“Leon…” you said in a needy voice.

“Yes?”

“I think we should go back to the hotel…”

With a sigh, Leon pulled away. A smile shortly appeared on his lips as he cupped your face with his hands.

“I think you’re right.”

He kissed your lips one more time and grabbed your hand, guiding you back to the hotel through the crowded street.

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lorimnnn · 10 months

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Hi! I really liked your Ghostface crybaby! Post! I was wandering if your requests are open if you’d write a Ghostface with a unrequited survivor/reader/yn where Ghostface has the hots but the survivor/yn just ain’t feeling it. If requests aren’t open plz ignore! But seriously love your work! Totally made my day!

ahhhh i usually hate angsty things like this so I actually considering not doing it.... but the potential was too good to resist. ty for your kind words, i seriously love writing up requests <3

p.s. i accidentally deleted it and got so unmotivated :((((( here it is though

the second he sees you he's convinced the entity has sent him a gift. you're literally his type head to toe and while he's insanely attracted to you, he's twice as excited to kill you

you become his obsession.

over. and over again.

your teammates realise that he will always go after you first if he can and they abuse this fact to an inch of it's life. you understand, of course.

you hate pain. the innocent type, the sweet type. compassionate to a fault even if it's plunged you into pain again and again.

Ghostface wants to break you

there is a perverse thrill in seeing you helpless in the dirt, sobbing, begging him to stop. he has to have mori-d you one thousand times across all the trials you've had together, now. but it never hurts any less and you never get used to it.

you don't seem to understand that this is a game, either. it's like real life.

"God, you're hot." His breath shutters in his throat as he takes you in, bloody and shivering on the ground. The Entity had been feeling generous recently and because of his good behaviour, had put you in a skimpy little dress.

You whimper when he nears.

"No, no no," you say, trying to back away from him. "Please."

"You know it turns me on when you beg, babe."

You sob harder when he crouches, weaving one hand into the back of your hair to haul you upright and against him. As always, he's deceivingly gentle. If not for his wondering hands you'd think he felt bad for you--- but that was never the case.

"Please stop," you say again.

"Now why would I do that?" He combs his gloved hand through your hair. The metallic scent of your blood has him dizzy and plunged into a haze that is purely you. You, you, you. Sometimes he swears he could care less about hurting you. He just wants to see you. Your face, contorting with pain, with a smile, with---

So maybe he liked you a little.

"I know I'm your favourite," he says confidently, and then rearranges you to sit in his lap. You sniffle. He groans.

You're so cute.

And you can't help it, even if you're afraid of him--- by nature you've always been obedient and timid and good. So good. It had costed you everything by the end.

It makes him feel so powerful.

Makes you feel so small.

"I'll give you the hatch if you play nice today," he lies. He rubs your thigh and nuzzles your hair, the plastic probing into your bruised flesh. "Hm? What about it?"

You hate him.

You hate him so much.

And before you know it, it's falling out of your mouth, bitter and harsh and sapping almost all of your remaining energy.

"I hate you. Fuck you."

It's so unexpected that he flinches.

He knows you're not best friends or anything, but he never prepared himself to hear it. and it was different

it actually hurt

and you said in the same way the he claimed to like you--- eternally, unchanging, unaltered

was it the continuous mori-ing?

you had to understand that everything in-trial was purely business, even if he did get a good kick out of it. after a while he'd gotten used to how naive you were and assumed he could twist it to fit his ways

he underestimated you

and he hates himself for feeling like he doesn't know you when you say this, because he's obsessed in every sense of the word. he watches you at the campfire, doting on your teammates. so kind. bright, smiley. then you would cry yourself to sleep and he would only feel the littlest bit bad, but not enough to count

but he should have guessed it

he shouldn't feel hurt by it, either--- you're his victim first and foremost. his beautiful, kind, compassionate victim who he wanted to lock away and protect as much as he wanted to hurt.

he'd never seen you so set in your ways before. so strong. it was a complete contrast to your usual soft-spoken shyness.

He blinked, incredulous. "Aw, sweetheart. I'm sure it isn't personal."

"I hope you die in a ditch."

"You killing me would be hot."

You don't laugh.

Now he's starting to panic a little, because usually he can ignore it. You never laugh. But he can't deny it now.

You hate him.

More than anything in this plane of existence. And that's a problem. Because after this trial, it quickly occurs to him that he doesn't only like you, but likes you a lot. More than he should be allowed. Against his own will he finds his work ethic challenged and his sadistic pleasure dwindling into his guilt, his sole motivation to stay sane in this shitty reality. Now he doesn't know what to make of it.

What was he supposed to do?

He tries everything after that. He genuinely starts trying to give you the hatch and now you're slamming pallets over his head with twice as much of force.

He starts getting artsy with his pictures of you. You're actually alive in these ones. You throw every single one into the fire.

Fuck. He even consults Bubba for help and picks out a bunch of flowers to give to you alongside a heartfelt apology, but you laugh in his face.

it hurts

it hurts even more when you leave and cuddle up to some of the survivors--- the people who left you behind time and time again. the fact that you'd rather them over him spoke volumes and he would find himself incurably jealous.

he couldn't even hurt them to get over it because it would only make you hate him more

for the first time in his life, Jed Olsen regretted killing. It had led him to you and also driven the two of you apart with twice as much force

he hates it

he hates what you've done to him and he hates that he's starting to love you and he hates, most of all---

the fact you will never love him back

#ghostface #ghostface x y/n #ghostface x reader #jed olsen x reader #danny johnson #danny johnson x reader #jed olsen #dbd ghostface x reader #dbd #dbd imagines

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arxxq · 1 year

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«𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒? 𝐍𝐀𝐇 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐒/𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒»

╰┈➤ ❝ [no way in hell will I ever fall for him/her!!] ❞

This is Itoshi Sae version

this was originally the collaboration with @asukasjinji. srry for tagging you btw.

also to those who sent request to me in my ask box (for the other collaboration...), i am so so sorry because i accidentally deleted everything in my inbox. i do remember some of the characters that were requested so with that i’ll try to make up for it by picking a prompt that is suitable with the character chosen.

but if you still want what you originally request...i won’t forbid you from requesting once again.

i am very very sorry...i wanted to post this because i just felt like it. and if you have took noticed, i write based on what comes in my head and all of a sudden i have the motivation and ideas to continues this.

Warnings: tons of swearing,

female reader

lowercase intended

mistakes will be fixed once i reread.

•

Itoshi Sae, people absolutely love him, adore him but you? No you did not like him. Not a part of you even did. No matter how lucky, talented or intelligent he was, you never liked him. You hated him, you despised him, you disliked him. Anything to do with the word hate you used it on him.

You won't lie, he is attractive yes but he's not a 10 in your book. Your type was mostly for guys who had, the brains, the looks and the personality. Sae had all that except for the personality.

Same goes for sae. He does not like you at all. To tell the truth you had the looks, the intellect, and the talent as well but your personality just wasn't it. Not for him no.

So each and every day, the school will get to hear the daily dose of you and sae bickering, throwing insults. Sometimes even breaking eachother's properties or even anything that can be humiliating to the other.

The only time you had to work out was when you had to work with him along with others in a group or just you and him being partnered only for the sake of both of your grades. I mean you can't fail and neither can he. but some people would say the two of you make a good team since you two are practically unbeatable to them.

It was finally the day of the trip. You weren't really looking forward for it, no you didn't really want to go but your mother along with you're "friends" wanted you to go and knowing how stubborn your mother and your "friends" are you just agreed.

Now here you are in a room finally getting to relax until you realized that you were paired up with him. "This has to be some sort of mistake..." You mumbled.

"It has to be, roommates are supposed to be with the same gender," you sighed. "I'll call the teacher, and while I'm on the phone I expect silence,"

When he turned his back you mocked him. Did he think you were dumb? Of course you were going to say silent, like what is there to say? You scoffed.

When the call ended, sae groaned out of frustration which by that you can tell it wasn't going to be anything good. "It seems like there was an odd number of guys and girls and we just got paired up by a random chance,"

"You've gotta be kidding me...," You muttered in disbelief. "For once trust me cause I'm not fucking around this time l/n,"

Now this was way worst, not only did you want to be here in Yokohama, but now you were also going to be roommates with the one you absolutely abhore so much.

"by the way you do know there's only one bed right, I'm taking it." He says. "Fuck no! Have you ever heard of first come first serve itoshi?" You asked. Sae looked at you in what morphed like disgust.

"that's ridiculous, what are you? A 5 year old?" Sae mocked you. He then continued to sigh. "Why not this...heads or tails?" He suggested then continued to pull out a coin from his pocket.

you gasped in disbelief. “how do I know you’re going to even play fair? for all i know you could probably have a trick to land on heads or tails?!” Sae groaned. “you know what? yeah maybe i do have a trick to land on heads or tail, god just call it already,” “fine then heads,”

Sae then proceeded to flip the coin, and it seems like luck chose his side you obviously lost. now here you are sleeping on the goddamn floor. yes you tried sleeping on the sofa but unfortunately it wasn’t comfortable and the floor, wasn’t comfy as well but at least you have more space then the sofa did. but why were you still awake. well maybe because you could not sleep. not many people knew you had insomnia...well more of no one knew about it.

so here you are now in the kitchen eating something. “what the fuck are you up this late?” asked a hoarse voice that startled you. you look to the direction of where the voice came from and it was none other than sae. he looked like he just woke up since his hair was well not neat as you always see it as, and his voice like mentioned was hoarse.

“why do you care,” you answered with a obvious tired voice. sae sighed in return and sat down across from you. “I’m not that big of an asshole, and I don’t really see anything wrong in being concerned of my roommate,” you groaned. Sae sat down on the seat across from you. He proceeds to raise a brow at you awaiting for a response to his previous question.

“i have sleeping problems...” you mumbled. but unfortunate to you, sae heard it as muffled noises. “come again?” “i have sleeping problems...” this time he heard you. it was silent for a while so you felt hesitant to say something else. “look if you plan to make fun of me go ahea-,” “do you perhaps want to rant about it..?” he cut you off with the most rarest yet shocking question. you look at him wide eyed while he looked at you with a questioning look.

“everytime i sleep...i just somehow get nightmares all the time, so sometimes i usually end up pulling an all nighter,” you held in you’re breathe quite hesitant to tell him. it seems like sae noticed your discomfort. “look l/n if you feel uncomfortable to open up its fine...just tell me what makes you fall asleep without having nightmares and i’ll think of something.”

hearing him said that for some reason reassured you. “well usually my little sister would manage to make me fall asleep..cause her cuddling me while she’s asleep just reassures me and i end up falling asleep,” you muttered knowing sae was going to tease you or laughed at you.

but little did you know, you didn’t notice sae standing up and went behind you. you were brought back out of space when you realized sae had carried you over his shoulders. “the hell you doing?! put me down this instant itoshi,” you hissed at him “can you please stop squirming? i’m trying to help you here,” he grumbled. knowing you can’t escape you instead just gave up and let him do his thing.

you closed your eyes only due to exhaustion but you weren’t going to asleep. suddenly you felt yourself being tucked in. you opened your eyes to see that sae had tucked you in the bed he had won over. another thing you didn’t expect was to feel a pair of arms draped over your figure to embrace you. as much as you don’t want to admit...it did feel comforting. it did feel embarrassing but the warmth comfort he was giving you was slowly making you fall asleep.

“what are you doing?” you whispered. “you said the comfort of an embrace makes you fall asleep..i’m just doing what you said..” his voiced was quite muffled but you could hear it clearly. “also you better keep you’re mouth shut about this..” you laughed softly. “my lips are sealed prodigy,” “believe me when i say this will be the only time i’ll be nice you you...and you also owe me,” you look behind to take a glimpse of sae. you sighed. “i guess i do owe you..” you slowly closed you’re eyes...and before you fully fall asleep you heard something you will never forget for sure.

“sleep well l/n..”

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It was officially day one. Today our teachers just told us that we'll go sight seeing in groups...but let's not forget that there's and odd numbers of guys and girls. Because of that lets just keep it short and say that you and sae got paired up while others had groups. Why? Honestly you don't know, it was the teachers after all and because of that...all eyes are on you two.

So now here you and sae are walking in the streets while holding a brochure of places to visit in yokohama. It was quite awkward since after all you don't really know what to say.

"if you keep spacing off, you might actually hit your head on a pole," sae spoke. You scoffed at him. "I'd actually rather get hit by a pole then walk with you right now.."

"so where'd you like to go?" He asked. "I thought you told me that my opinion does not matter, remember itoshi?" Sae rolled his eyes. "Don't use my words against me l/n...just where'd you rather go?" He then gave you the brochure so you can take a look at it.

"well there's a lot of interesting places..." You mumbled. "Just pick the one that catches your eye," he says. “well we’re not technically around the teachers soo...” sae looked at you and he could see the clear mischievous smile you had. “what is it that you’re planning L/n..?”

“well i thought maybe we could just sit down and get to know each other in a nearby caffe,” sae looked at you and rose a brow. “that is weird of you to suggest but i’m not really against it,”

“great lets get going then!”

now here you and sae were, in an ordinary caffe. it wasn’t too crowded which was just perfect. the atmosphere itself was calming. the two of you had already sat down with the drinks and desserts. but it was quite awkward since you two seemed like you didn’t know where to start.

“did you drag me here to get to know me or was it to drain your own money on food?” you glared at him. “oh please itoshi of course i didn’t--” “sae,”

‘huh?’ you thought. sae saw that you were clearly confused so he spoke up. “you want to get to know me right? then start off by addresing me by my first name,” your cheeks were starting to look pink. why the hell was it turning pink? is what you complained in your head. “oh yeah alright ito-i mean sae,”

you swore your ears were deceiving you as well. you did not just hear the itoshi sae chuckle. “so where would you like to start hmm miss y/n?” you knew he was trying to tease you and he successfully did.

‘oh i am so getting you back for this..”

i just wanted to post this. and the again to those who had sent the prompt request in my ask box i am so so sorry. i know i say sorry too much.

reblogs are highly appreciated

do not steal or copy my works....

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two-white-butterflies · 10 months

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dorothea (part four of five) | h. targaryen

Description: Helaena calls her again and revelations occur. Pairing: helaena targaryen/cam-girl!reader part three

Helaena's eyes were transfixed on her body, dancing through the laptop screen like a temptress. Her body was perfect - smooth and silky. Pure sexual energy exuded from her - permeating through the air and entering Helaena's lungs.

'We could have been so good together,'

The music on her laptop plays while she dances gracefully.

'We could have lived this dance forever.'

The music fades signaling the end of her dance. "You were good," Helaena opens her mouth - making sure to maintain the changes in her voice. "Thanks," she adjusted her mask, sitting down on the floor and keeping the camera down-set.

"Is there anything else you want to do?" she inquires, wanting Helaena to return as a customer. "Nothing much - just talking." she replies, playing with the small keychain on her lap. "I don't know if I'm the first person to ever feel guilty doing this," Helaena chuckles, and Dorothea's posture softens.

"Guilty going to onlyfans and buying a cam-girl?" she teases lightly, trying to understand the other woman's guilt. "I was raised in a Catholic household - even kissing videos are forbidden here," Helaena laughs - keeping her voice low.

"Well there's nothing wrong with what you're doing." Dorothea antagonized, resting her hands on the coffee table. "It's perfectly normal to have urges - even if it's for women." she cooed, a smile finds itself painted on Helaena's lips.

"Hmm, I guess - but it'll take years to get this mindset out." Helaena replies, still playing with the keychain on her lap. "I can help you," Dorothea replies - in a tone that sounded familiar.

Like your voice.

"How will you do that?" she inquires - eyes raised in pique interest. "I'll be very seductive - you'll have no choice but to succumb," she jokes lifting her camera by a few centimeters.

Helaena's eyes trail towards the background.

Freezing as she sees the familiar black and red painting that she made for you.

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(A/N: Painting by Jean Soyer - Small Deep Red Orange Black and Grey Squared Abstract Oil Painting)

There was a crisis at hand. Helaena had her suspicions a few days ago - but now everything began to make sense.

She always wondered how you could afford all those luxury bags. A small groan escapes her mouth, staring at her phone and contemplating on whether or not she should call you. What would she say anyways? 'Hey I accidentally fantasized about you. Please keep the $200 dollars as a token of my apologies.'

Plus, you were still under the impression that she was straight.

"What the fuck am I going to do?" she cursed to herself, running her fingers through her silver locks.

You still on for tomorrow?

She reads the message - and her heart begun to thump furiously. She doesn't reply to Dorothea. She reaches for her phone and begins typing for your number.

Y/N, let's hang out tomorrow ✨

She typed - fiddling with the keychain and waiting for your reply.

sure, were we going? where*

Somewhere nice. It's so boooring here

ok, i'll pick u up after lunch

A sigh of relief exits her mouth - seeing that everything was according to plan. She looks to her side - typing at her laptop.

I'm still on for tomorrow. Possibly 12 or 1?

Oh, sorry I'm booked at that time. Maybe the next day?

Helaena bites the inner corner of her lips. Her assumptions were true - you were Dorothea Mae.

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part four

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fortheloveofwonderland · 2 years

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Tolerate It | S.R

Not my gif

To the Anon that sent me the ask for a song blurb with Taylor Swift’s Tolerate It, I am so sorry I accidentally deleted it 😫 but here it is!

This is for my milestone celebration which I am still taking requests for!

Summary - your relationship with Spencer seems to be on a downward spiral after seeing him kiss Cat Adam’s. Does he still love you or just simply tolerate you?

Content Warnings - angst, mentions of prison and Cat Adam’s and Spencer’s complicated feeling towards her, lethal injection. Angst with a hopeful ending.

Word Count - 1.9k

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I sit and watch you reading with your head low,

I wake and watch you breathing with your eyes closed.

I sit and watch you, I notice everything you do or don't do,

You're so much older and wiser and I.

It was a simple thing for you to say that Spencer Reid was the love of your life.

You’d fallen for him hook line and sinker the first time you’d laid eyes on him across an exhibit at the Smithsonian several years ago.

You were taking an art class in your free time and had gone to the museum for inspiration. You’d hoped to find it sitting in the middle of the Butterfly Pavilion surrounded by the beautiful creatures and tropical atmosphere.

Instead you’d found it in the deep hazel eyes and messy haired man walking among them.

You’d been bold to go and talk to him, not usually the type to make the first move.

He’d told you his name was Spencer and he liked to spend his free time from his job at the FBI wandering the halls of museums.

You spent several hours speaking with him, soaking in all his facts about butterflies and the rain forest.

You’d let him take you to dinner afterwards and the rest was history.

Things had been perfect between the two of you, both of you falling head over heels for the other easily. It seemed as though you’d met your perfect match, the man you’d spend the rest of your life with.

You complimented each other, made up for the others shortcomings. He was the ying to your yang. The salt to your pepper. The sun to your moon.

You’d been together four years when he was arrested in Mexico. You’d thought it was the hardest thing your relationship would have to withstand.

The three months he spent inside was the longest the two of you had ever spent apart. You didn’t expect him to come out unchanged, unscathed; you knew he would be different.

He pushed away. It started as little things here and there but soon started growing. He wasn’t the same man he used to be, he wasn’t the man who had spent an entire afternoon spouting butterfly facts just to see you smile.

His behaviour forced your hand. You told him if something didn’t change you were leaving, you couldn’t keep living like this.

And to his credit, Spencer had tried for you.

He was never going to be the same but he was trying and that was all you could ask for. You learnt to love this new incarnation of him and the two of you fell back into a groove.

Not the same groove, but a new kind you eventually grew to love just the same as you had your old one.

And then Cat Adam’s reared her ugly head again.

I wait by the door like I'm just a kid,

Use my best colors for your portrait.

Lay the table with the fancy shit,

And watch you tolerate it.

If it's all in my head tell me now,

Tell me I've got it wrong somehow.

I know my love should be celebrated,

But you tolerate it.

The day you’d found Spencer swapping saliva with the hitwoman outside of the door of your apartment, you’d known things would never be the same again.

As much as he tried to tell you he was playing along with her game, you knew him better than that. You’d seen the look in his eyes when he’d realised you were behind the door. You saw the passion he’d put into that kiss.

So as simple as it was for you to say that Spencer Reid was the love of your life, you knew from that day that you weren’t his.

Cat Adam’s was.

You tried to ignore it, tried to stuff it down in a little box and throw yourself into your relationship with vigour.

But it became clear no matter how much you tried to be the perfect partner and give Spencer the faultless kind of love he needed; you were never enough for him.

Not anymore.

I greet you with a battle hero's welcome,

I take your indiscretions all in good fun.

I sit and listen, I polish plates until they gleam and glisten,

You're so much older and wiser and I.

Every time he was due home from a case you greeted him at the door with a wide smile and open arms.

You made sure the apartment was clean and always had his favourite meals prepared and waiting on the table for him.

You’d tell him all about the things you’d been up to while he was away, barely getting anything in return.

Sometimes you’d have sex, but it was far from the love making you used to share.

When you told him you loved him it was always with enthusiasm in your voice, ensuring he knew you meant it.

But it had been a long time since he’d said it in return.

Over the years you’d made Spencer the focal point of your life, your top priority, while it seemed as though you’d become but a footnote in his.

Every conversation was strained, like trying to suck blood from a stone. He didn’t spill facts at you the way he used to, he barely talked to you at all.

And when he did he didn’t have the same kindness to his voice that he used to.

You studied him on countless occasions and noticed the spark had long burnt out from behind his eyes. His shoulders were always slumped, he walked like he had something weighing him down.

Even when he slept he didn’t look peaceful.

Sometimes he mumbled her name in his unconsciousness and it was like a knife to the heart every single time.

I wait by the door like I'm just a kid,

Use my best colors for your portrait.

Lay the table with the fancy shit,

And watch you tolerate it.

If it's all in my head tell me now,

Tell me I've got it wrong somehow.

I know my love should be celebrated,

But you tolerate it.

You felt like you’d become a hindrance to the man you loved. Your childish optimism and affection towards him was always shut down, as he retreated further into himself with each passing day.

And maybe if you didn’t love him so much, you would have walked away. He tolerated you being in his life but he certainly didn’t love you anymore. How could? He couldn’t act like this towards you if he did.

You deserved better. You deserve someone to love you the way you loved them. You shouldn’t have to stand for being second best, least of all to a psychopathic serial killer who’d gotten under his skin and somehow, into his heart.

While you were out building other worlds, where was I?

Where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire?

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky,

Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life.

Drawing hearts in the byline,

Always taking up too much space or time.

You assume I'm fine,

But what would you do if I…

The day he came home looking more dishelved than usual, and past you straight by, heading upstairs, was the day you’d had enough.

You followed him upstairs to the bedroom where he was getting out of his tie and jacket but he didn’t make eye contact with you.

“Hello to you too.” You folded your arms across your chest, at wits end.

“Hi.” He croaked, dumping the jacket and tie on the floor.

“Can you even look at me?” You felt tears in your eyes, tears that had been building for months. “I know I’m not her but could you just look at me? See me?”

He sighed loudly, running his fingers through his tangled hair before looking at you.

“I assume the her you’re referring to is Cat?”

“Who else?” You clenched your jaw, hoping to stem your tears. “I can’t believe I’m competing for your love with a serial killer!”

He sighed again, slumping back to the bed.

“She’s dead.” He shrugged. “I went to her execution today. I watched them stick the needle in her arm and end her life.”

“Am I supposed to feel sorry for you? Good riddance! I’m glad she’s dead.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” He confessed, seemingly not hearing your words. “I don’t know how I let her under my skin this way. She put me in prison. She kidnapped my mom. But yet she had this sick hold over me and I don’t know what that means for me.”

When he looked back up at you he had tears rolling down his cheeks.

You softened in an instant and let your arms fall to your sides.

You came closer to him and cautiously sat down next to him.

“Did you love her?” Your own tears broke free now.

“What? No, no of course not. I…I…I don’t think so.” He shook his head with another sigh. “The truth is I don’t know, ok? I had some kind of feelings for her, that much I do know. But what does that make me? How can I have feelings for someone like her?”

His eyes were searching you for answers you didn’t have. And instead of giving him a half hearted response, you surprised him when you took hold of his hand.

“You see the best in everyone, Spencer.” You brushed your thumb over his knuckles. “Even in people who are evil through and through. You humanise them. You try to find the good in them. You’re a protector, you wanted to help her even though she didn’t deserve your help. You’ve got a huge heart Spencer but sometimes that’s not always a good thing.”

“I’ve not been fair to you.” He reached for you with his free hand and brushed your tears with his fingertips. “I’ve not treated you right because I was so caught up in her. Can you ever forgive me?”

His eyes were begging, pleading with you desperately.

You leaned into his touch and sighed shakily.

“Answer me this Spencer, do you still love me? Or do you simply tolerate me?”

You heard a pained whimper leave his lips as a sob wracked through him.

His bottom lip quivered and he let his hand drop to his side.

“Of course I love you, angel. I promise from now on I’ll show you how much, every single day. I could never simply tolerate you, my love. I’ve been a fool, but you are my whole world, ok?”

With that you fell into his arms as you both sobbed.

You weren’t sure what the future would hold for you and Spencer but for the first time in months you had a small glimmer of hope.

A glimmer of hope that he wouldn’t just tolerate your love, he would celebrate it.

Break free and leave us in ruins,

Took this dagger in me and removed it.

Gain the weight of you then lose it,

Believe me, I could do it.

If it's all in my head tell me now,

Tell me I've got it wrong somehow.

I know my love should be celebrated,

But you tolerate it.

I sit and watch you.

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shinehyuk · 2 years

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First meeting with ENHYPEN + start of their obsession

‣ Genre : yandere, requested

tw/cw : obsession, manipulation?, murder, abuse, toxic relationships, heavy themes, kidnapping, super heavy and dark themes, please do not read if sensitive/uncomfortable with such themes.

Jungwon :

· You first met on the street, accidentally making eye contact with each other. You instantly caught the male's eye, making it difficult for him to look away from you

· What was so different about you? At first glance you looked like a pretty simple person to him; you were the type that would easily blend into a crowd full of people, yet the longer Jungwon stared at you the more intrigued he got

· He needed to find the answer. He couldn't just let someone as alluring as you escape — you were special. He never paid mind to other people, simply finding them too bothersome and annoying. But you? You weren't anything like them, although he didn't know you, he had a feeling that you were different from others

· "I'm sorry Ma'am, could I please borrow your phone for a second to call my friend? We got lost and they must be worried sick.. My phone died and we can't seem to find each other."

· He called his own number two times, obviously first making sure that his own phone that was apparently supposed to be 'dead' was on silent, then quickly deleted the call history

· "Ah, they're not answering. Thank you for your help, Miss. I'm sorry for the bother."

· Since your number automatically got saved on his phone, he'll later text you, explaining it as a 'wrong number' but keep chatting with you, starting a new, beautiful friendship

· As you talked more and more, his obsession started developing. You were such an interesting person. He just needed to know more. He needed to know everything about you, your family, all your darkest secrets. Everything.

· Therefore, he needed to have you to himself – his obsession becoming too strong for him to just let you go and be free

Heeseung :

· You met at a coffee shop, with Heeseung standing in the line right behind you – when you were supposed to pay, you realized that you forgot your wallet, unable to pay for the coffee that you just ordered

· The male stepped in, paying for you. It was the right thing to do, after all, wasn't it? Everyone would do the same. Your reaction was too precious, making his heart melt. You were just so adorable at that moment, thanking him until you ran out of breath. It was quite amusing to the male

· "Ah, there is no need to pay me back. I've got an idea; you can give me your number and then we'll be even, okay?"

· As you text each other and become closer and closer with every day, the male falling in love with you, then his obsession will start. He couldn't believe that such a sweet, precious person like you could exist in this cold, terrible world

· He needs to protect you. If not him, then who? Who else will keep you safe from the dark world's evil?

· That's right. No one. Hence he needs to put the matters into his own hands – having to resort to quite extreme measures

· "It's okay, sweetheart. You're safe with me.. It'll all be okay. I'm here now, my love"

Jay :

· You first met at school – Jay being the popular guy that everyone sucked up to and wanted to be friends with solely because of his intense fame

· So when you, a new student who knew nothing about him or his popularity, unlike everyone else treated him like a normal human, he was for sure intrigued

· You two quickly became good friends and even after you found out how disgustingly popular he was, you still didn't change your attitude. It instantly made the male fall head over heels for you – who wouldn't, when you appreciate him for simply being himself, not because of how loudly his name is spoken in the school corridor non-stop every single day?

· However, unlike Jay, you obviously had other friends that you spent your free time with. It made him jealous, extremely jealous – you should be paying all your attention to him. You're the only person he has and wants to be the only person you have too, therefore your friends have to leave

· And what's the best way other than to simply eliminate them so they can never bother you or him ever again?

· "You didn't need them anyways. I'm the only person you need. I'll take care of you, my love."

Jake :

· You two were classmates – you weren't exactly close to each other, but you sent each other notes from time to time when one of you weren't at school and since he was the top student, he helped you study sometimes

· The male just couldn't help but fall for you – although he wasn't sure if it was a simple crush or something more, he definitely felt something for you

· Everything was normal until one day, he saw you with someone else. The person that's holding your hand right now should've been him. The person that's making your cheeks turn into a deep shade of pink should've been him. But why? Why are you with someone else?

· It's not right. Therefore, someone has to make it right, and that certain someone will be him

· He'll make you his one way or another. And if you do not want to become his willingly, he'll simply force you to

· "My love, why are you so scared? I'd never hurt you. I love you. I did everything out of love"

Sunghoon :

· You two met at an ice rink that he often visited when he wanted to skate. It was your first time trying the sport, and boy did you manage to catch his attention when you suddenly lost your balance, the male catching you just in time before you fell face first into the cold, hard ice

· You were both shocked at the incident, staring at each other without a word — and if love at first sight is real, then that was definitely it for you

· Thanking him, you were about to skate away before he offered his help in helping you learn how to skate. Naturally, you wouldn't accept such an offer from a complete stranger, but you could feel that the male was a special one

· You quickly became friends, exchanging your phone numbers. You became coming to the ice rink every weekend to meet the male and let him help you skate – you were shocked by how good he was at it, not losing his balance for even a second

· The two of you catched feelings for each other almost instantly. But the thing was, you knew that you were probably way out of his league – there was just no way he'd share your feelings

· One day, you stopped coming to the ice rink. The male waited and waited until he finally saw you. But this time, you weren't alone, waving to him with another person by your side, holding your hand

· The second you introduced him to your new partner, he knew exactly what he had to do. Even though you entered the ice rink with your partner, you ended up leaving only with Sunghoon

· "Shhh.. It's okay now. Why are you crying? Don't you love me too? Well.. it doesn't matter much now, does it? I love you so much"

Sunoo :

· You were his neighbour that lived just next-door, the two of you being quite close to each other since you were the same age

· You wouldn't say that you were friends, though – just two very friendly neighbours that helped each other in need and chatted for a while when bumping into each other

· He always lowkey had a crush on you, a smile appearing on his face every single time he saw you. You always gave him sweets if you had too much and let him take care of your plants when you weren't home

· Your kindness was so appealing to him, he just couldn't help but fall for you – but just as he was moments before confessing his love, he saw you holding hands with another person

· At first, he didn't think much of it; surely it's just one of your family members, right? But then, who kisses one of their family members on the mouth? It didn't take long for Sunoo to figure out who the mysterious person was, the once sweet boy now enraged

· You were supposed to be his. And you will be – just after he disposes of one tiny little problem that is your new partner

· “I did it because I love you! I'll take such good care of you, I promise! I just love you so much..”

Ni-Ki :

· You two were childhood friends – the male always had a big crush on you but even though he made it obvious, you never seemed to notice his love for you

· One day, you fell for someone else, telling Riki all about the person that held your heart. Not only was he heartbroken, he also felt betrayed. He's been there for you your entire life, and yet you fall for someone else? How is that fair?

· The day you were supposed to confess to your crush was the day that you last saw the sunlight – the male couldn't possibly let you be taken away, could he? You were rightfully his and he was going to make sure you knew that

· "You're mine, got it? I love you, and you should love me too.. You will love me. I'll make sure of it."

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ a/n ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩

thank you for requesting! i hope you liked it <3

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GHOSTING.

pairing: kang taehyun x f!reader ft. choi yeonjun

genre: angst, fluff | college!taehyun

word count: 2.2k

content warnings: cursing, mentions of illness, and smoking, yeonjun hinting that he have a crush on the reader

summary: when your best friend, kang taehyun has stopped talking to you for no damn reason, you found yourself being distracted in an unusual way.

author’s note: to the anon that requested this, i accidentally posted the ask when i was drafting this so i delete it i’m so sorry T__T.

you: hey, taehyun! do you want to study together later? i'm free!! :D

you: taehyun?

you: hey. why are you ignoring my texts?

you: what the hell is wrong with you?

you: you literally walked passed by me and did not even glance in my direction

you: i waited for you for 2 hours and you didn't even acknowledge my existence?

taehyun 🐸: I did not tell you to wait for me. It's your choice.

taehyun 🐸: And also stop bothering me. I have a lot of things going on with my life right now.

you: fine then, i'll stop bothering you from now.

seen 12:03pm

"Fucking shit." you almost threw your phone across the room. Skimming the last exchange of heated text messages between you and your best friend was not a good idea.

You and Taehyun have been friends since high school. A lot of people see him as someone stoic but deep inside, you’re the only one that knows how warm he is for a person. However, a few months ago since year 3 in college started, things changed between the two of you.

You couldn’t really figure out what changed. Maybe he found a new circle of friends? People that have the same interest as him? Or perhaps, a girlfriend?

You spent days wondering where the hell Kang Taehyun goes? Not the Kang Taehyun right now, the old, stoic but warm Kang Taehyun you knew.

You wanted to confront him about the gap separating the two of you but just could not find the right timing because of the hectic schedule and hard-to-balance life in college.

And now, the thing that scared you the most came. It was Taehyun suddenly forgetting about you. Everything that you guys shared together was gone, just like that.

You have to admit but that hurt the shit out of you. It’s like breaking up with him except that it’s all platonic.

Days passed since the last time you saw each other and you have to admit that you are strangely missing his presence. Everything that you do, everything that you see, it all reminds you of him.

“You’re spacing out too much.” Yeonjun pointed out as he snapped a finger in front of your frozen face.

“Well, I am.” chuckling, you went back into highlighting your notes from your last class.

You tried your best to distract yourself by putting double effort into studying. You weren’t the hard-studious type of person but you suddenly became one for the sake of clearing out your mind.

“So, tell me what’s bothering you.” Yeonjun closed his book and stared directly into your frowning face.

“What do you mean?”

“Y/N, I am not an idiot. We’ve been classmates and almost partners in all the subjects since the first year so I know you. I know you very well.” he cleared his throat. “And I know you’re not fine so tell me, what’s bothering you?”

Pursing your lips together, you swallowed a lump. You guess that there’s no escaping from him.

“Well…It’s Taehyun.” you finally cracked your bubble for him.

“Taehyun? Your boyfriend?” your eyebrows creased with Yeonjun’s comment.

“Boyfriend? No! He’s not my boyfriend.” your voice turned into a defensive one as you tried your best to resist the beats of your heart against your chest. It was beating hell fast.

“Your crush then?”

“No! Absolutely not!”

“Then why the fuck are you so distracted?”

That is enough to shut you up. You tried to come up with an answer but your mouth couldn’t move to utter a single word. Your defense fell down and you’ve lost, just like that.

“Y/N,” Yeonjun’s eyes went to meet yours. “You will not act like this. Look at you, you tried to mask yourself too much but you’re constantly looking at your phone. And don’t try to tell me that you are not checking Taehyun’s socials because I see it. I see it across the classroom. You’re too obvious, Y/N. You like Taehyun.”

The words that came out of Yeonjun’s mouth speak nothing but the truth. The truth that you’ve been trying to hide from everyone, especially from Taehyun himself. And the worse is that Yeonjun found it out himself because you failed to hide it.

“Is it that obvious?” you grimaced at your question which Yeonjun answered with a nod.

“If I were you, You should be telling him about how you feel. Don’t be like me.” Grabbing the cup of nearly-empty americano, he took one big gulp from it.

“Don’t be like you? What do you mean?” you frowned at him.

“Well, I like this one particular person but I know that I wouldn’t stand a chance on her. I just confirmed my theory a few days ago.” he smiled sadly. Your mouth parted at his sudden confession. All this time, Yeonjun was going through heartbreak but how come he’s so good at hiding it?

“I’m…I’m so sorry, Junnie.” apologizing for making him suddenly confess because of your dumbness, he waved you off and returned to his usual cheerful self.

“It’s alright. At least she’s going to be with a great person soon that’s why I hope you follow my advice in taking your time to let your heart out on him. Who knows? Maybe he feels the same that’s why he’s acting strange too.” Yeonjun winked with a goofy smile that somehow made you feel relieved.

“You know that Yeonjun? I hate you.” rolling your eyes, you let out a small smile as your sinking heart saw a glimpse of light because of Yeonjun’s encouragement.

“Oh shit, I remember that I have an appointment with my dentist today.” Gasping, Yeonjun grabbed his jacket that was hanging on the chair’s rest. “I nearly missed it shit. I’m so sorry Y/N.”

“Oh no, it’s okay. Take care Yeonjunnie! And thank you, really.” You gave him a genuine smile that made the corner of his mouth twitch in happiness.

“See you, Y/N.”

“See you too, Junnie!”

Stepping out of the cafe, Yeonjun placed his jacket around his shoulders and turned his back to see you again. When he caught a glimpse of your smiling face, he couldn’t help but feel butterflies all over his body.

“Dentist appointment? You’re so stupid,” he muttered under his breath before turning away to grab a smoke. He never knew that you’re the one who’s gonna make him realize how hard it is to tell someone how they feel, especially in a romantic way.

All he wishes for you is good luck and he’ll support you no matter what.

You didn’t realize how late it is not until you found yourself running back to your apartment a few blocks away from the University with the rain pouring hard.

You waited for transportation but sadly, all of them are full and you were aching to get home so you took all your might and ran as fast as you can.

As soon as you got home, massive migraine hit your head so you dumped all your soaking things on the floor, changed into your usual sweat pants and t-shirts, and tucked yourself under the blanket. Within five minutes, you are drifting away into dreamland.

“...What time…is it…” shaking, you tried locating your phone, and thankfully, you found it under your sheets.

Your lock screen lit at 2:47 in the morning. You can feel your head pounding from your sleep as well as your nose is congested and clogged. Feeling cold even though you know you’re under a thick comforter, you tried your best to get up so you can turn your air conditioner into fan mode.

Before you can even step out of the bed, your foot tripped over the sheet and you fell to the ground, earning a loud thud.

“Shit…” your voice was horribly coarse.

Pulling all your last piece of strength, you pressed the number one on your speed dial and it started ringing a familiar number. With just two rings, the other person on the line answered.

“Y/N? It’s two in the morning-”

“T-Taehyun…” you swallowed a lump as you speak his name. “I…can’t move. I think I am convulsing, I feel so cold…all over. I-I don’t know what’s happening…” you couldn’t speak the next words as you felt your nose blocking the pathways that made you gasp for air.

There were a few rummages noises in the background, followed by keys jiggling and the door unlocking.

“Stay on the line, Y/N. I’m going over there.” Taehyun’s was full of worry.

Taehyun hated it. He hates it so much that he has to ignore you because of his messed-up feelings towards you. He acted like it was nothing but, in reality, the feeling of not talking to you for days killed him deep inside. It feels like a part of him was taken away from him.

And now the first thing he’ll hear from you after not hearing your voice for a few days was you sounding so groggy and having a convulsion.

He was worried. He felt like he’s gonna be sick as he hears you breathing deeply and hard on the line. He even couldn’t speak because he was too occupied with running as fast as he can towards your apartment. Good thing that his apartment was only a few streets away from yours and he has a spare key.

“Stay on the line, Y/N. I’m near. I’m coming over.”

“O…kay.”

Finally reaching your doorstep, he felt like it was the longest run he ever had. He inserted the key and unlocked your door in no time and that’s where he found you, lying on the ground weakly and sweating with the phone in your right ear.

“Fuck, Y/N. Are you alright? What happened? I’m calling an ambulance!” before he can dial the emergency hotline, you grabbed his hand that made him turn to you.

As soon as your eyes met, Taehyun felt every emotion he tried to surpass since the day he said those hurtful texts to you. God, he missed you so fucking much.

“I’m…fine. I think it’s fever. Please just help me get up and turn the AC into fan mode.” you pleaded. Taehyun was hesitant at first but he knows that you know your body well and trusted your judgment. Kneeling, he helped you by wrapping his arms around your shoulders, supporting you.

He carefully laid you down back in your bed and hurriedly went to your AC to change the temperature setting.

After that, he went towards your cabinet and took out the emergency box that contains a variety of medicine and emergency stuff you will possibly need in times like this. Taking out a paracetamol pill, Taehyun punched it out of the packet and handed it to you before proceeding to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

You immediately drank the medicine and finished the glass of water.

“Rest,” he said, grabbing your study chair and placing it down beside your bed. “I’ll stay with you. Just rest, Y/N.”

Flopping down, he settled himself comfortably.

“I missed you.” You don’t know if it was just the fever kicking in again and it made you feel drowsy that made you say those words.

“I missed you too, Y/N. So much.” Taehyun replied and wrapped both of his hands on your right, warm hand.

“I freaking hate you, Kang Taehyun. Don’t ghost me like that. Don’t run away from me.” you bit your lips as you feel your heart sinking again with the flashbacks of the pain you’ve gone through these past few days.

“I won’t run away from you anymore, I’m so sorry, Y/N. I had to figure my feelings out too. It’s my fault that I took it out the harsh way on you. I was just so… frustrated with myself because I am starting to fall for my best friend.” Taehyun admitted with a deep exhale.

“You know what? I like you too, Taehyun. I really do.”

Taehyun’s eyes lit up in happiness. He felt like every negativity circulating around his body has been removed because of the assurance he got from your answer. He’s so happy and it is the fulfilling type of happiness because you are the reason why he is feeling like that.

“Rest now, Y/N. We’re going to talk about this later when you wake up.” he smiled and gently caressed the top of your hand.

As much as he wanted to hug you tightly right now, his priority is your safety.

“Okay, Terry. I’ll sleep now. Don’t leave me, okay?” you pouted at him.

“I won’t leave you, Y/N. I’ll stay by your side.” he smiled once again and started rubbing your palms.

You don’t know but his presence is so calming and his touches are so comforting. In no time, your eyelids started closing and the last thing that you saw was Taehyung mouthing I love you to you.

Taehyun never expected that he’ll fall for you. It was the thing that scared him the most because he does not want to lose his best friend and his friendship with you. But, he couldn’t help himself because he found both friendship and love in you and that is enough to make him say those three words to you.

Now, he’s determined to make it up for ghosting you and ask you out officially once you’re well recovered.

Leaning towards you, he placed a soft kiss on your heating forehead that made him chuckle.

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tenpintsof-sundrop · 5 months

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DC Titans WIPs (November 2023)

Okay, so - I am the type of person who actually benefits from people ‘bugging’ me when it comes to my WIPs. I know a lot of authors say that they don’t like being bugged or hounded down for their work, but I am the opposite. So I have made this list of my Titans WIPs so you guys can 'bug' me into finishing some of them.

The only time this doesn’t work for me is when you’re bugging me/asking me about work from a fandom that I’m not currently working on. (aka asking me about Lessons For A Genius when I’m not currently working on Criminal Minds stuff) - but if it’s a WIP from a fandom that I am currently working on and someone is really enthusiastic about it, asking for updates, ‘bugging’ me about it, then I know that they are anticipating that work and that they look forward to me posting it, so it makes me more eager and excited to work on it, and I will actively prioritize that work over other stuff.

So, I have made this list of my Titans WIPs. Most of these are from months ago or even years ago, and this isn’t even all my WIPs from this fandom - I have just included the works that I am most excited about and most likely to finish. Realistically, do I think every single item on this list is going to get done within the next few months? No. But I hope that I can get four or five items on this list done soon, on top of editing reposts and possibly starting new ideas.

This is a really long list and realistically not everything is going to get done, but if you see something on this list that you think sounds cool, send me a message and bug me about it and it will definitely move up the list in terms of priority. I know a lot of these are untitled, so if you want to come into my inbox and talk about one, just send me the number of it or talk about the general concept, etc.

Completed Fics That Need To Be Edited:

(I am actually surprised by how many of these there are. Last time I was working on Titans stuff and lost steam, I left quite a few blurbs unedited, so look forward to these coming your way.)

First Kiss With Gar Logan - Gar Logan x Reader, Fluff, set during S2, 2k words est. - This one is described all in the title; mutual pining, mostly fluff; a short fic describing what your first kiss with Gar would be like. I know the reason I didn’t post this one! This one was intended to be part of a series called the ‘First Kiss’ series where I showed a situation of the reader (in each case, it’s a different reader character) having their first kiss with each of the Titans characters; very random and funsies, and I am probably going to continue this as a series like intended if people like this one EDIT - NOW POSTED

EDIT: now titled Miss Nectarine - Untitled Donna Smut Blurb - Donna Troy x Fem!Thick!Reader (Plus Sized Reader), Smut/PWP, set during S2 (Titans ‘return home’ era), 2k words est. - This one involves the ‘caught masturbating’ trope (one of my ult favs); Donna walks in and sees you touching yourself, and with your gorgeous curvy body revealed to her, she can’t hold back anymore. The reason I didn’t post this one is because I thought it was crappy and I was too tired to edit the issues out of it, and now that I have come back to it, I am excited about the concept and the bones of it and I am lot more excited and energetic to edit the issues out of (I feel like this could be 4k or 5k with editing because I really love the ideas behind it). I have definitely not written enough Donna smut and there needs to be more in my catalog. NOW POSTED

Great Dick, Sweet Personality - Gar Logan x Male Reader, Smut/PWP, set during S2, 3k est. - This one involves the ‘accidentally sent you my nude’ trope; you are trying on lingerie in your room for your own enjoyment and snapping pictures of yourself cause it feels good, and then you accidentally send one of them to Gar; you freak out and demand that he delete the picture, and you find out that he likes them, rather than mocking you for wearing the girly underwear, and then smutty smut (Gar is a bi king, I love writing him with a male reader)

Main WIPs

A lot of these have a good chunk of the fic written and need to be finished, and some of them are just an outline of what the fic would be. I have put them in the order of what I am most excited about, and like I said - if you guys get really excited about something, it will be moved up the list. (Though I don’t think this list will actually be edited to reflect that, it will just be moved up the list in my mind, or put on the ‘coming soon’ section of my pinned post to reflect that I am prioritizing it.)

Snowed In - Gar Logan x Fem!Reader x Jason Todd, Smut/Emotional Angst/Ending Fluff, set during S2 (AU version of the S2 ending), 1k words so far, 15% done so far, 10k est when finished - This is a Christmas themed fic; it will include a different ending for S2, so all the Titans are living at Titans Tower and operating out of San Francisco; however, everyone is going to different places for the holidays, and Jason, the reader, and Gar, are all dreading ‘going home’ for Christmas, so they are putting off leaving for as long as possible, and this gets them stuck in the Tower during a massive snowstorm; when the Tower’s generators run out of power, they are forced to snuggle together for warmth, and thing leads to another - threesome smut, confessions of feelings, and also, them chatting and explaining they didn’t want to leave leads to a lot of emotional catharsis; I rarely do holiday themed fics because I can never get them posted ‘on time’ but maybe I can actually do a Christmas fic this year??

Detective Grayson and The White Rabbit - Dick Grayson x Fem!Villain!Reader, Smut (with the barest amount of plot), technically doesn’t take place in the Titans!verse (but definitely inspired by Brenton Thwaites version of Dick), 3k words so far, 40% ish done so far, 7k est when finished - you are a famous masked villain in Gotham (a thief known as the White Rabbit) and you have an attraction to Nightwing, particularly because of his very famous ass, and one night, when you are arrested by Dick Grayson (disappointed that Nightwing didn’t show up to the ‘party’ that you set up just for him), you recognize that ass waltzing away from you, and you call out Detective Grayson; and in order to keep his secret identity a secret, you ask for one thing in return (to get fucked by the birdie vigilante that you have desired for so long). This is actually a kind of cracky idea that came up from a conversation between me and Star, and I loved it so much that I ran with it. Long live Nightwing’s royal ass

A Knife Called Lust (The Sex Pollen Fic) - Gar Logan x Fem!Reader x Jason Todd, Angst and Smut, set during Season 3, 12k words so far, 30% done so far, it’ll probably be over 40k when it’s done (and it was originally intended to be a oneshot, but I think it would work better as a 3-shot); this one actually won a poll on my old blog, and then I girl-failed to actually get it done lmao; you are Jason’s childhood friend, and when he dies, you fall into Gar’s arms, and then the two of you find out Jason is alive (and Jason harshly rejects any attempts you make to get him to come home); and when Gar is hit by a mysterious chemical made by Crane, you go to Jason for help (it was sex pollen and a threesome ensues)

Untitled Gar Smut (The Face Sitting Fic) - Gar Logan x Fem!Reader, Smut (the barest amount of plot), set during S2, 3k words so far, 50% done, 6k or 7k est when finished - This is based on a request I received on my old blog; Gar and the reader are sparring, and the reader wraps her legs around Gar to take him down, and this ends with her accidentally ‘sitting’ on his head; he loves the feeling, and asks her to do it again - this time, without pants on (very simple and smutty, cheers)

Untitled Donna Fic (The Rage Chemical Fic) - Donna Troy x Fem!Kryptonian!Reader, Angst, set during the flashback era of S2, mostly just an outline atm - this is based off a request from my old blog; you are dosed with a chemical that Cadmus is working on (in the hopes of using it on Superman) and you end up in a blind rage; Donna, your lover, is the only one strong enough to fight you and inject you with the antidote (there is some angst where you try to kill Donna and she uses her calm, loving words to temporarily stop the rage) (this is structured like an episode of Titans, set during the OG Titans era)

Untitled JayGar fic (The Mockingbird Fic) - Gar Logan x Fem!Reader x Jason Todd, Hurt and Comfort, slight AU of Season 3, mostly just an outline - this is mostly inspired by the tiktok edit(s) of Jason and Gar, comparing their two styles of love, with the song lyrics ‘Daddy’s gonna but you a mockingbird, I’ll give you the world’ for Gar and ‘I’ll break that birdie’s neck’ for Jason; while the Titans are working in Gotham, several bomb threats are received; you, Jason, and Gar are at one location checking out one of these threats and someone sneaks up on you and sexually assaults you; Jason beats the man to death while Gar holds you and shields your eyes (showing how they care for you both differently but in ways that protect you)

Untitled Donna Fic (The Death Fic) - Donna Troy x Fem!Reader, Angst and Smut, slight AU of Season 2, mostly just an outline - you and Donna are dating and in love and she gets shot by Deathstroke and dies (a much cooler death than dying from a carnival ride); she gives you her lasso as a last sign of her love, and when she somehow miraculously comes back to life, she comes back to you to get it (and to fuck you brainless to prove that she’s real when you think that she’s just a hallucination). I came up with this idea before I saw Season 3, and it was inspired by gifs of the scenes of Donna being in the forest after she had come back to life

Dick Confronts Your Abuser (not yet titled) - Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader, Hurt and Comfort, set during Season 3, 2k so far, 10k est when finished - this is similar to the fics I have already written for Abby and Ellie (and I would definitely be willing to write this prompt for other Titans characters, because it’s very close to my heart); what it says on the tin; you are in an unhappy, abusive relationship and when Dick finds out, he beats the shit out of the guy (Dick is also your ex and pining to get you back)

Untitled Enemies to Lovers Fic - Dick Grayson x Fem!Powered!Reader, Smut, set during Season 2, mostly just an outline - you are the daughter of Barry Allen/The Flash, and you have the power to slow down or speed up time around you; you have been an annoyance in Dick’s life since childhood, often using your powers to mock him and pull pranks on him; after the incident where he accidentally lets Doctor Light go, you continue mocking him, and the annoyance flares its head into attraction, and the two of you end up fucking on the mats in the training room (and you end up using your powers for good for once - making his orgasm longer and more satisfying than he ever could have thought) (I really love this idea and idk why lmao)

Sequel Ideas:

(A lot of my fics could have sequels, and a lot of people have asked for certain fics to have sequels, but these are the fics I have thought about continuing the most and fics that I am the most excited about giving a sequel to.)

Emergency Contact (sequel would be called The Jaws of Life) - Jason Todd x GN!Reader, Angst and Smut, set during season 3; this would be a reunion between Jason and the reader after Jason dies and comes back to life (reunion sex)

Free Use Day (sequel would be called Shibari Whore) - Poly!OG Titans x Fem!Reader, smut, set during the flashback era; this would be a fic about Dick discovering his desire to be submissive; Dick becomes a rope bunny, and during their next play session, Dick is submissive and ‘used’ alongside the reader

Missing You - Gar Logan x Fem!Reader x Jason Todd, Smut, set outside of the canon; I am thinking about a sequel and maybe even a third part to this, where Jason and the reader have phone sex with Gar now that they know he’s listening (and a part where they have sex with him in person)

Now You See Me - Gar Logan x Male Reader, Angst, set during Season 3; I actually really love this fic so much and I’d love to write a sequel for it; with the Titans living in Gotham, a place that was once your home, when Hank gets into trouble with the bomb in his chest, you dive into your dark past in order to help him, and call in someone unexpected, but capable to help save Hank’s life - your father, Viktor Freeze

#sundrop speaks #dc titans #fanfiction #gar logan x reader #dick grayson x reader #donna troy x reader #jason todd x reader #wips #current wips

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cinemastyles-blog · 1 year

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A-hole to Everyone but You

Summary: Anon request on Wattpad - “hey i have a request for dirty harry one shots! can we get an enemies to lovers where harry totally tortures the mc, with toys and doesn't allow her to cum multiple times? tyyy”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, asshole!harry, toy play, oral (both), fingering, unprotected sex, filth

This is a lot longer than I thought it was going to be.. enjoy!

Master

“Okay so you have a meeting with the agency at ten am tomorrow and then you-“ you let out a gasp as you run into the back of Harry.

“Shit. Sorry.” You look up at him as he turns around, “Are you ever paying attention?”

You look up at him, “I wa-“

“Not paying attention, obviously.” He rolls his eyes and sighs, “At least I didn’t spill my coffee like last time.”

You chew the inside of your cheek, trying to remain calm, “I was just going through your-“

“Cancel everything tomorrow.”

“Cancel everything? Harry these meetings are important.” You cross your arms and stare at him.

He nods, “Yeah, but I said cancel them, fuck.”

He turns around and you roll your eyes as you just start sending texts and emails to the people Harry had meetings with tomorrow, making sure to look up every once in a while to not piss him off anymore than you know he already is.

You’ve been Harry’s assistant for a little over a year now. You heard from multiple people that Harry was an absolute asshole, so you know it was going to be part of the job.

But sometimes, he can be a bit dramatic. You told him that one time, and you thought you were done right then and there. As much as you want to give him a piece of your mind, you can’t afford to lose this job, so you just bite your tongue most of the time.

You seen Harry lose his shit on three different people at three different times and then you never seen them again. It made you kind of scared of him, but it also made you wonder as to why and even how you were still with him sometimes.

Little did you know, you were about to find out.

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You sat in the hotel room, deleting and retyping emails. Getting more and more pissed as you tried to figure out how to explain to them as why the meetings were canceled because Harry never gave you a reason.

“Harry canceled because he’s a total ass.” You mumble as your fingers hit the lit up keys. You wanted to type that out so bad, but knowing your luck, you’d accidentally send it and then you’d be the one that Harry is losing his shit on.

You hear a knock on your hotel door and you sit your laptop down, “one second.”

You grab your sweater and throw it on quickly as you walk to the door. You look through the peep hole and let out a sigh.

“Hey, Harry.” You force a smile as you open the door, “What’s up?”

He nods towards the hallway, “Come with me.”

Shit, shit, shit, you thought to yourself as you walked down the hall to his room. This is it. He’s firing me, I’m about to lose everything, your thoughts race in your mind.

Rehearsing what exactly you’d say to him when he starts getting nasty. How exactly you’d put him in his place before you left him forever.

He pushed open his door and held it open for you to walk in first.

“Thanks.” You muttered lowly as you walked in. You looked down at your bare legs and feet and closed your eyes, this man really could make you do anything he wanted.

“I wanted to.. apologize for earlier today.”

You turn your head to look at him, laughing slightly, “Don’t worry about it, Harry. I should have been paying attention.” Your words have a slight sarcastic tone to them.

He shrugs it off, “It happens, I know I can be a little hard sometimes.”

All the time, you think but shake your head, “I get it.”

“Are you scared of me, y/n?”

His question throws you off, “No.” you shake your head, “Why would you think that?”

“The hesitation you have sometimes makes me think other wise, love.” He chuckles slightly, “I don’t want you to be scared of me.”

“I’m not, Harry.”

He walks over to you and you stand still, watching his movements. He does make you nervous, but you’re not scared of him. His anger is something else, but you know that you’d be able to take it because he secretly turns you on way more than anything.

“You don’t have to fear me, sweetheart. You’re the only person I wouldn’t ever hurt.”

At this point, you’re confused. Very lost in what he’s trying to tell you.

“What do you mean?” You tilt your head slightly and look at him.

“What I mean is..” he chuckles slightly, “I don’t ever mean to be an asshole to you on purpose. I just have to act like I don’t like you so they don’t fire you.”

“Y-you.. I’m sorry. You’re sayin-“

“I like you. A lot, y/n.”

You keep your composure, trying not to let it show that his words excite you, “I like you.”

“Do you?”

You nod, “I do.”

He chuckles slightly and brushes hair off of your shoulder.

His touch lights you on fire.

You can’t make a full sentence, “Fire me? Why wo-“

“Because you would be considered a distraction. But in my defense, I’m pretty good at hiding how I truly feel, if you haven’t noticed.”

You smile slightly and bite your lip, “Is that why you had three differ-“ he cuts you off, “They were no where near as good as you.”

You smile and look down. He lays his fingers under your chin and tilts your head up, “You’re the best assistant I’ve ever had, only one who doesn’t cock off with an attitude towards me without reason. You handle me better than anyone I’ve ever come in contact with.”

You swallow, kinda feeling guilty that you called him an ass and many other names in your time with him.

“I want to make it up to you, but you also have to do something for me?”

“Anything.” You blurt out without thinking of the consequences of your words.

“I want to pleasure you, is multiple different ways.” He leans in and presses his lips to your neck, “But you have to do something for me.”

You nod and he smirks, “you can’t cum until I tell you to.”

A shaky breathe leaves your lips, “Okay.”

He winks and nods, “Follow me.”

He leads you to the bed and has you sit down, “Go ahead and undress, get comfortable.” He slips his shirt off over his head and his body amazes you.

You have seen him shirtless multiple times, but now is the first time you can actually have a reaction and it feels so good.

“You’re so sexy.” You whisper just enough for him to catch what you say.

He smiles and walks over, placing a hand around your throat as he crashes his lips onto yours, “As are you.”

He stands up, leaving you in a slight haze, “Now undress for me, love. I want to see what you have under those clothes.”

You nod and stand up, undressing as he walks over to his suitcase, looking over his shoulder at you a few times. A smirk on his lips each time.

You reach behind you to unclip your bra but he stops you, “Mm, let me.”

He drags his fingers up your back, unhooking your bra. You close your eyes as you feel his hands touch your skin as he slides the straps down your arms.

“Turn around.”

You slowly turn to face him and a smile spreads across his lips.

He shakes his head and kneels down, sliding his hands up your legs as you stand there looking down at him. He hooks his fingers into the band of your panties and pulls them down.

You step out of them and he stands up, shoving them into the pocket of his jeans, “Lay down.”

You turn and crawl onto the bed, laying flat on your back, waiting for Harry to come back over to you.

You hear a click and buzzing sound for a moment before it goes silent. You swallow and take a deep breathe, scratching the bed with your nail anxiously.

“Alright, love.” Harry walks around and sits on the edge of the bed, “Ready?” He gently lays a hand on your leg, his thumb strokes your skin as you nod in excitement.

He bites his lip as he spreads your legs, his eyes going straight to your cunt. You start to feel a bit shy but that feeling doesn’t last long because Harry leans down and pushes his tongue between your folds, groaning as he tastes you.

“Fuck.” You gasp and arch your back up, “H-Harry.”

He shifts his body and grips your thighs, his finger nails digging into your skin, causing pain to mix with the pleasure.

You reach down and grip his hair, “Shit. Shit.” You move your hips down, trying to get more.

Harry leans up and pins your hand to the bed, “Eager little thing, aren’t we?” He smirks and twists around to grab something off the bed.

He hold it up, “What are the rules?”

“I can’t cum until you tell me to.”

He nods, “Good girl. I promise, I’ll let you cum, I just want to get to know your body first.”

His words send a thrill through you, goosebumps forming on your skin, “Okay.”

You tilt your head up, watching as he rubs the toy against your clit, “You have a beautiful pussy, y/n.”

You smile slightly, “T-thank you.”

He twists the end, turning on the vibration.

You jolt at the sudden feeling against your clit, moaning out as your head falls back onto the pillows.

“That’s it baby, tell me how good it feels.” Harry reaches down, pushing two fingers inside of you, “Fuck, you’re soaked.”

You whine as the feeling, arching your back as he thrusts his fingers in deep, curling them upward.

You already want to cum. You can feel yourself clenching around his fingers, “H-Harry.” You gasp out, “Fuck. Fuck. I- Harry I need to cum.”

“No.” He states holding his fingers still inside of you.

“Harry.” You beg, “Please.”

“I said no.” He pulls his fingers out, keeping the toy on your clit, “If you cum, we’re done for the night. Do you want to be done for the night?” He looks at you with a slight smirk.

“N-no.” You whimper, “I don’t.”

“Good.” He slides the toy down, rubbing it against your folds before slowly pushing it inside of you. You moan and grip the sheets, “Harry.”

“Does that feel good, love?” Harry asks thrusting the vibrating wand painfully slow in and out of you, “You look so beautiful.”

“Yes.” You whimper out, desperately trying to focus on not being able to cum, “So good.”

He leans down, holding the toy in you as his tongue laps up and down on your clit, humming against you.

You groan, “fuck.” You reach down, gripping on his hair as your hips start to move.

“Mm.” Harry leans up and lays an arm over your hips, “Don’t do that.”

You let out a frustrated groan, “please.”

“Not yet.”

He pulls the toy from your pussy and turns it off, grabbing a little toy specifically for the clit, “Do you like this?”

You nod, panting as you look up at him, “I love this.”

“Do you touch yourself?” He bites his lip as he stares at you.

You nod, “I do.”

“Show me.” He leans back slightly, letting his arm come up from your hips, “Please.”

You slide a hand down your stomach, gasping as your fingers rub your already sensitive clit, “Shit.”

He watches you for a few minutes, shifting around and palming himself through his jeans, “Fuck. Finger yourself.”

You slide two fingers down, slowly pushing them in and out of your achey cunt, “fuck.” You whimper and twist your body as you curl your fingers up, pushing them deep as you can get them, forgetting that Harry is even in the room.

“What do you fuck your self to? What do you think of?”

His words cause you to jump and you look at him, “You. I think of you.”

He smirks and chuckles, “I knew you were going to say that.”

A heat rises on your cheeks as he moves up, leaning down to kiss you. You moan against his lips and wrap an arm around his neck, pulling him closer.

He takes your bottom lip between his teeth and stands up, letting it snap back against your teeth, “Hang on.”

He reaches down and grabs the clit toy, pushing the button with his thumb, “Okay.” He pushes the toy to your clit, the speed of the vibration is a lot faster than the first toy.

“Oh fuck.” You gasp and arch your back, clenching around nothing, “Shit.”

“What do you think about?” He asks casually, watching your face twitch with the pleasure that’s bulldozing your body towards the orgasm you can’t have.

“F-fuck.. fucking you.” You squeal out as your body lifts, “Fuck, Harry. Please. I can- I can’t take this.”

“You can. Just talk to me. You think about fucking me?” He leans down, pressing his lips to the corner of your mouth, “How?”

“Any-any way.. fuck.” You groan and squeeze your thighs, “I-I need to c-cum.”

“I need you to answer me.” He pushes your legs apart with his free hand and squeezes your knee, “Tell me how you want to fuck me and then you can cum.”

You sigh as your body tenses, “Fuck.” You fight back your orgasm, trying to form words but you just seem to forget how to speak.

“Come on, baby. Just tell me.” He leans down and presses his lips to yours. Your lips move in a beautiful, hot rhythm for a short minute before he leans back.

“You be-“ you gasp and try to collect yourself, “Bending me over. Fu-fuck.. fucking me hard as you Ch-fuck.. choke me.”

“Yeah? Would you want me to pull out?”

“No.” You say loud and quickly, “Fuck, no. No.” Your breathing is rapid, “I want- I want you to cum inside of my pussy.”

Harry groans at your words, “Fuck, baby. I knew you were a keeper.” He leans down, biting the skin on your neck, “Let go. Cum for me.”

You let out a moan, screaming out his name as your body relaxes and tenses up as you have the most intense orgasm of your life.

Your legs start to shake and you can feel yourself gush, “Fuckfuckfuck.” Your body twists and you grab the sheets, yanking on them for leverage as you work yourself through your high.

“That’s is, love. Let go. Enjoy that feeling.” He strokes your hair as you start to come down, your body falling weakly against the bed, “So beautiful.”

He takes the toy from your clit and clicks it off, “I’ll go run a bath, we can relax in there together.” He whispers as he gently kisses your temple.

You smile weakly and nod, “Okay.”

He goes and gets everything around, coming out in just a towel around his waist. He scoops you off the bed and takes you to the bathroom, setting you down in the water that is just the way you like it.

He gets in behind you, holding you to his chest, “Did I hurt you?”

“You did not.” You tilt your head to rest your forehead against his neck, “I loved it.”

He pulls you closer and rubs your arm with his thumb as he hums tunes to his songs.

Harry really did pay attention to you. He knows a lot about you, he just likes having the power, but on top of that, he likes taking care of you more.

And you’re okay with that.

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I’m so sorry this took longer than I said :/ pls don’t hate me I’ll give you a part 2 :)

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shmorp-mcdurgen · 1 year

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I TYPED OUT A WHOLE THING AND IT GOT DELETED AND NOW I HAVE TO RETYPE IT FROM MEMORY. AUGH

Mark kins Will Byers from Stranger Things. Mark also really doesn't want to be here. Mark is not a vase.

Mark is an urn.

ok so Mark's PoV is actually really fun. that is, if tumblr hadn't deleted THE ENTIRE THING AND MADE ME TYPE IT OUT AGAIN. y'know what maybe I do relate to him that would explain why his characterization comes naturally to me and why I want to MURDER SOMEONE RIGHT NOW. BECAUSE MY ENTIRE DRAFT GOT DELETED FOR LITERALLY NO REASON.

tw for mentions of death and suicide, body horror, etc. etc.

sorry if there are any typos, haha

Mark opens his eyes, and finds himself lying on his back in the grass.

At first he thinks this might be a dream, but the soil beneath him feels too real, the overgrown, unkempt lawn littered with bald patches too real to be a figment of his imagination. So the boy pushes himself into a sitting position, looking around and trying to get a bearing on his new situation.

He's sitting on a lawn a few blocks down from his house, but the landscape feels hollow, like someone drained all the brightness out of it. He feels anxiety setting in, and takes a few breaths to try and calm himself, which is only partially successful.

Mark climbs to his feet and surveys his surroundings more thoroughly; there are weeds growing out of the sidewalk, half the streetlights are broken or flickering ominously, and every other house on the road is abandoned, ivy creeping up the walls that looks left unchecked for years.

He feels like the first character in a horror movie to get killed by the monster, the one who dies at the beginning to give the audience something to fear while the protagonist tries to escape it for the rest of the film. If he's really unlucky, it's a zombie movie, and Mark will end up as one of the monsters trying to kill the beloved main characters, blindly raging across a city helpless to stop him.

He needs to get back to his house. Maybe things will make more sense in the familiarity of home, even in this strange nightmare or horror movie or something far worse.

Hugging his elbows, the boy suppresses a shiver as a gust of wind cuts right through his hoodie, starting to walk in the direction of his house. As he puts one foot in front of the other, he sees things move unnaturally in the corners of his vision. But whenever he whips around, it's always just the dark, leafless trees casting shadows in the eerie twilight.

The shadows avoid him.

He doesn't question why, too thankful to still be intact by the time he reaches his house.

It looks like no one's been here for years, the paint chipping and plants entirely overgrown. If he squints, it almost seems like someone had been trying to keep the plant life at bay, but either they'd been doing a terrible job, eventually given up, or it's just another trick of the light; light that has been increasingly more scarce the closer he walked to this place, as if his old house is the epicenter of a horrible spiderweb of dark cracks that branches outward for fathoms in every direction.

Underneath the broken streetlights, panic takes hold again. This is wrong. Despite the appearance being familiar, everything else about this place screams dissimilarity and danger; things have changed, and not for the better. This place is not safe, not for him, not for anyone. He needs to leave, now, and run far far away and never come back and never let this happen ever again.

What?

Mark shakily reaches in his pocket for his keys, which still fit the lock on the door. It opens with a quiet click, and for a heartbeat he can almost close his eyes and pretend he's just coming home after school and everything is fine.

The smell of death and dust floods his senses, and Mark coughs in a few chocked gasps, terror squeezing the air out of his lungs. Guilt squirms in his gut alongside crippling fear as the smell brings back the flickering memory of when he'd accidentally dropped his grandfather's urn.

As the seventeen year-old looks around his house, even more proof solidifies in his mind that this place has changed. Despite the layer of dust over nearly everything, some things have been moved around. He's not the only one here. He's being watched.

Something catches his eye, and when Mark turns to pick up a picture of him and Cesar as kids, his heart sinks, dragging his stomach and all of his other internal organs with it into the sudden fathomless void that's opened up under his skin.

Cesar's face is violently scratched out, not only in this picture, but all of them; some are only black marker, whilst others have the entire half of the image ripped and tossed away somewhere. The words I HATE YOU are spelled out in jagged bold letters, and with more of that awful sinking feeling, Mark recognizes the handwriting as his own.

Every fiber of his being is screaming, now, for Mark to leave. Every bone, every muscle, every logical part of his brain. Get out of here while you still have the physical body necessary to do so. You are going to die. You are killing yourself all over again if you do this.

Mark slowly walks upstairs.

The floorboards creak underneath him, unused to the actual weight of a human being after so long. Dread builds up within him and he doesn't fully realize he's shaking until he reaches for the door handle to his bedroom and finds himself struggling to get a grip on it.

The door swings open as soon as he manages to turn the handle, though, and it doesn't even make a sound.

Mark nearly trips over himself and back into the hallway, letting out a startled gasp that doesn't begin to cover the horror immediately swallowing him.

His entire room is painted in blood.

"O-oh my fucking G-God," he stammers, clutching the cross-shaped necklace around his neck with a tight fist until he can feel is cutting into his palm. "W-what-"

"No."

Mark spins around at the sound of too many voices speaking in unison, alarms blaring in his head and making it impossible to think. That's- that's his voice. "Wh-who's there?"

He knows who's there. No reason to play this knock-knock joke through.

It still shocks him when he sees it; blood splattered clothes, grimy old hoodie, hovering just a little bit above the ground. Worst of all, an impossible emptiness where half of a face should be, nothing visible but a lower jaw on one side.

Mark loses the ability to speak. Not because of some horrific transformation, or anything, he just physically can't make his lungs and vocal chords and tongue work together to form coherent sounds. Not at the sight of this. Not after seeing what his future looks like, bullet wounds and all.

"How the fuck are you here?" Mark demands.

OHHHHH /pos

TFW you encounter your future, much more malevolent self that is responsible for the deaths of so many people in your home town. Hate it when that happens

#asks are neat #super cool fan stuff #alt mark #tw suicide implied #also RIP sorry tumblr ate your first draft-#this is so cool though/#I like your writing #shmorps hall of fame

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sibillascribbles08 · 9 months

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'I LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING YOU AGAIN' DEETS PLZ

Don’t you love how you can accidentally hit ctrl z on a post and it deletes all of your text that you spent ages typing up inbetween doing things I fucking love that for me explode me

ANYWAY thank you Muse dearest let’s get into this. Obvious spoilers for VHHB coming in but I’m going to preface this with a couple of notes from Holly's backstory as well and then tuck it under a read more because long.

So this turn of phrase that Holly uses is actually something she wound up picking up from someone else, ironically, Donatello’s father.

“Will you come back?” The genuine tone took her off guard as she stood. “Only if Big Mama ordered it.” Lou scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Of course. She has to be the boss of everything. Maybe I’ll just demand it next time I get injured.” “Don’t make a habit of it just to see me.” Holly waved at him and headed for the door. “Until next time.” “Indeed.” Lou smiled at her. “I look forward to seeing you again.” She managed to smile back before she left.

He says it to her after they first meet.

“Will you be back tomorrow?” Lou asked. “If she orders it.” “Maybe I will try to insist it will boost my mood twice as much for… whatever event she has planned.” Holly laughed, like she hadn’t in years. “Let’s hope it works.” “Indeed. I look forward to seeing you again, Holly Blue.”

And again after the third time around. And from him, it’s a phrase of genuine affection. Buuut that’s not how she uses it the first time around in VHHB

Without her presence, most of the table relaxed, but half the patrons still stared at her with a mix of shock and fear. Whatever, she didn’t need to explain herself to them. She bridged the hands of her lower pair of arms and rested her chin on them, watching as the Violet Knight got ready to face his next challenge. “I look forward to meeting you, Donatello.”

I’m kind of proud of the fact that a lot of people going into this fic were unsure if Holly Blue would turn out to be an antagonist or not. It was very intentional, and also not hard to do because initially in the fic Holly’s motives are very selfish. Ever since she broke free from Big Mama a lot of her goals have been to gain enough connections and money to rival that of the woman who controlled her for years. She sees Donatello not only as an easy ticket to that—due to his tech—but also a chance to snatch Big Mama’s champion away from her. Two birds with one stone. So for that reason, she looks forward to meeting him.

And the next time she uses the line is right after that meeting.

“Wonderful. The name of my shop is Hawk’s Eye Odds and Ends. Small place, but just down the road from the Nexus arena entrance, if you know it.” Donatello at least knew the street, so he nodded. “Good.” She gave him another smile. “I look forward to seeing you again, Donatello.”

If you asked Holly if she was being manipulative during this conversation she’d honestly answer yes. She wants Donatello to agree to this and she’s had a lot of practice in the regard, even before she became a sales woman. So her saying it here is her being glad the deal is being set in motion.

A LOT happens between this and her saying it the next time. Working with Donatello, patching him up, going to a museum with him to listen to him ramble for two hours, decide to risk it all by breaking into the Nexus to free his siblings, get used as leverage, and then patch him up again. And she finally says it again just before he goes home.

He muttered out a thank you and glanced at Holly Blue who stood as well. Should he say something? It seemed odd to just leave. “Go.” She waved him toward the wall. “Take care of yourselves. I look forward to seeing you again.” He nodded, still lost for words. It almost felt pathetic, like he should be thanking her again, or asking her to come with them. Was she even safe here right now? She motioned him yet again. He wouldn’t argue. He didn’t have the energy to.

There’s a lot going on in her mind, and I won’t bother summarizing it, but the main reason she says it here is because she’s glad she’s even able to. Because not only is Donatello still alive, he’s also free from the Nexus.

She didn’t get that chance with Lou (and she was thinking about him a lot during this mess).

Almost a shame she doesn’t say it after stabbing Leo, it really didn’t feel right to put it in, but she does say it when Donatello goes back to see her properly again.

Donatello met her gaze. “I do plan to come back. If you didn’t already know that. Dad just won’t let me right now with my shoulder.” “Well it did get run all the way through. I would hope you’d let it recover before doing anything strenuous.” He scoffed. “I am still working on some blue prints. Soon as I get back in that lab it’s time to crank out some prototypes. I’m talking digital inventory systems, energy scanners, and even shield generators.” Her smile finally returned, that odd squint she did with her eyes. “I look forward to seeing it.”

And this is the first time it comes full circle and she uses the phrase with genuine affection. Because she admits to herself she adores this boy, and she’ll always be excited to hear what he has to say.

And in a way to emphasize this to him, without openly admitting anything, she says it one more time when he leaves in the same scene.

“Bye Miss Blue!” Mikey shouted as they opened the door. “Thanks again.” “Good-bye Michelangelo. And Donatello?” He glanced back at her. She gave him one more smile. “I look forward to seeing you again.”

“I adore you,” is more or less what it comes to mean. And it still means that even when she says it a little less enthusiastically.

She blinked and met his eyes, seeing the confusion and concern on his face. “My apologies, I’ve been doing a lot of paper work today so my head is a bit tired.” Sitting up straight, she took a deep breath. “You were talking about the similarities between the circuits and the branches?” That got him to relax at least. “Yeah, but we can always talk about it later when I’ve had a chance to study them. But I hope you’ll be prepared because by then I’ll have five times as much to say.” “I look forward to it.” She tried to smile at him, tried to keep it up, but it felt far too exhausting. He frowned at her. “I know it’s not usually like me to ask stuff like this but… are you—”

Even after getting four threat letters, finding no leads on who’s sent them and constantly walking around and glancing over her shoulder, Holly still wants to make it clear she’s not tired of him. (She adores him.)

But oh……. Then we get to the next time she says it…………..

Her exoskeleton started to crack. No no no. Solutions. This wasn’t the time for senseless questions he had to find a solution right now. Before… before… “Donatello, please look at me.” Her voice came out with ragged breaths. “I know you’re scared. But you’re more than capable of tackling this, especially with your family at your side.” “But what about you?” Somehow, she managed to smile at him. Somehow, she reached out with one hand, resting it on the side of his head once more. “You’re a wonderful person, Donatello. I look forward to seeing you again.”

You know this broke me in half when I first wrote it lmaooooo because I as the author have ALL the context (and I don’t know how clear it was).

Because she doesn’t SAY this thinking he’s actually going to fix her and she’ll come back. She is pretty certain she’s not coming back from this at all. She is saying this because, with him, this is how she says, “I adore you. I love you.”

But hey, at least this time she was brave enough to save the person she cared about. And she’d do the same thing all over again.

And while it’s not the exact phrase, this bit is important to mention.

He pressed his lips together, ground his teeth, trying to dig up the words. Just another case of overthinking. What he wanted to say was really so simple. “You’re… important to me too. I… I was so worried we wouldn’t get you back. Or even if we did you wouldn’t—” “Shush,” she whispered, patting his head once more. “No more of that. I’m back. I’m here. I’m glad you are safe. I’m glad to see you again.” Donatello managed a short laugh and smiled. Her final words from last time bounced around in his head.

Because this is Donatello realizing what she means when she says it.

She turned, ready to head to the door, only to pause when he spoke up again. “Hey, Holly?” Holly glanced at him once more. “Yes?” Donatello grinned this time. “I look forward to seeing you again.” She couldn’t stop her wings from buzzing, joy swelling up in her chest. “Likewise, Donatello.” He gave her a wave before the door twisted shut. In spite of the silence of the lab, she didn’t feel very alone. Just beyond a portal she had a friend now, a good friend, who’s family treated her like one of their own. And she looked forward to seeing them again.

And that’s why he says it back to her at the very end <3 (Also more parallels)

AND as a quick bonus. She uses this phrase in the oneshot between her and Leo as well, and it ends like this.

“Despite my honest nature, I am good at keeping secrets.” She waved him toward the door. “Now go. I will see you in the morning.” “Hah, well, what is it you like to say? I look forward to it?” Her antenna shot up, possibly in surprise, but she kept on smiling. “Indeed. I look forward to seeing you again, Leonardo.”

He’s also figured it out.

#scribs speaks #vhhb #I could put this in the tags and be annoying but I won't #anyway yeah repetitive phrases my beloved

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totally-sapphic-posts · 10 months

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There’s this girl I’ve had a crush on for… eh, more than two years. We’re not like, super close but we’ve made efforts to hang out and it usually goes pretty smoothly. Ive always said friends are more important than relationships to me (at least at this point in my life since I’m pretty socially unskilled) but, she’s the only person I’ve felt like I might actually want to date. I’ve even had a dream about her before. It’s not like we know each other super well or anything… and I’m not a very charismatic or attractive person (not always not having good hygiene habits due to mental health stuff doesn’t help with that). But… I don’t know. And besides, she hasn’t shown any interest in me or really anyone else (I highly suspect she’s somewhere on the ace/aro spectrum, but it’s rude to speculate). I’m kind of tempted to confess to her anyway or ask her on a date or something, but I know it won’t go anywhere. Should I do it anyway? What if she doesn’t want to be friends after? Is it worse if she does?

First of all, I’m so sorry for the late response, I typed a response a few days ago and accidentally deleted, which lead to frustration and inability to retype it out until now. Anyway

Maybe ask her on a date first before confessing all your feelings to her. Immediately confessing everything may be overwhelming for her or lead to an uncomfortable situation. Go for the date first and ease into it. This may also give you some closure and some answers concerning her orientation (aro/ace or anything else). This is all, of course, if you do ask her out.

It isn’t necessarily worse if she does want to stay friends. It may be better actually. It sounds like this isn’t a new friendship, and from your crush, it sounds like you may value her presence in your life. The best thing to do after you’ve spoken together and if it comes to it that she says she doesn’t have feelings for you, but still wants to be friends, then tell her you need a little bit of time apart from her. It’s really important that you give yourself the time and space to accept her response and really feel everything you’re feeling.

#ask

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This one’s my home screen, I took a photo of a cabbage when I was like 12 years old and did something to invert the colours and have had it ever since lmao. My lockscreen is this fanart of Will Graham because it’s amazing and gorgeous and I’m obsessed with it

The last song you listened to: Through Me (The Flood) also by Hozier alksdaslkdhf. i’ve been obsessing so much it’s such a good song. i have maybe described listening to this song as a religious experience too many times for someone who has never had an actual literal religious experience

Currently reading: 100 pages into the Red Dragon book and it is a trip lmfao. it’s so fun seeing the ways the dialogue was repurposed, and the prose is wow, but ohhh boy. thomas harris. babe. get help<3

Last movie: Jane Austen Book Club! i love grigg very much despite his stupid name. gonna start alternating between hugh dancy and mads’s movies bc I’ve been doing that accidentally I think lmao. Last three movies I did went like Confessions of a Shopaholic -> Charlie Countryman -> Jane Austen Book Club. but on the other hand I deeply need to watch like four hugh dancy movies as soon as possible for emotional reasons

Craving: For it to be like a week from now so I’m healed from my wisdom teeth surgery. also to have no work or responsibilities for a month and just be able to write and read hannigram fics aslkdf.

What are you wearing right now: this is my first time not being in pyjamas since getting the aforementioned wisdom teeth out lmfao. black pants and dark blue t-shirt

How tall are you: 5’3 </3

Piercings: love the aesthetic yet terrified of getting it done and also them catching on things. I got these clip-on gothic glow-in-the-dark dragon earrings a bit ago from a targeted instagram ad (my first and last time ever doing so) because I have zero impulse control, and they broke immediately.

Tattoos: none, but have been microwave-spinning the concept of getting a hannibal tattoo since I watched. the heart from primavera would be so cool

Glasses? Contacts?: Glasses, my eyesight is deeply blurry without them

Last drink: classic water, big big fan of the stuff. reminds me of nbc hannibal because because there was water in the show a lot

Last show: watched two episodes of The Last of Us at like 5am yesterday, it was great. also perpetually rewatching hannibal by getting everyone I know to watch, and then watching with them

Last thing you ate: soft tofu in broth. there are, not a lot of vegan post-wisdom-tooth food options (also I’m very picky lmao), so I’ve been rotating between that, vegan ice cream, mashed potatoes, and vegetable smoothie for like 3 days.

Favorite color: ohhh this is painful, is it a cop-out to say all of them? Big big fan of purple, orange with purple, green, and blue.

Current obsession: it’s been hannibal and nothing else for 9 months now, and im going strong

Unrelated obsession: not sure if this counts exactly but there’s a writing app where you set a timer and start typing, and if you stop typing for longer than 5 seconds it deletes everything, and it’s so cool. I’ve been calling it stream-of-consciousness writing in my head for like a year bc it’s like a personal stream-of-consciousness even though ik that is not how to use that term alksfhd. I do 3 or 5 minute sprints and store them in one document, then have a second document where I edit and refine, and for a few I’ve put them side to side and colour-coded all my changes and it’s so fun

Any pets: two cats! Miles, my grey one, is extremely sweet, and possibly too smart for his own good. My other one Chico has a very adorable snaggle-tooth, and is incredibly stupid <3. he’s very bad at knowing what direction he’s going or recognizing any parts of the world around him and I love him very much.

Do you have a crush on anyone?: only in that vague abstract way, almost without direction, catching little wisps of the concept of the feeling from scattered bits of interactions with the world around me

Favorite fictional character: im absolutely refusing to choose between hannibal and will so im listening them both and you can’t stop me

The last place you traveled: i’ve literally gone nowhere since the pandemic started </3. i’m in Canada and the furthest I’ve been is just one city to another in the same province like 1.5 hours away. Hopefully going to Italy in the summer though!!

Tagging: @stranded-labyrinth, @valentinsylve, @elvislefilm, @disaster-vampire, @sacha-da-1, @dreamed-itself-waking, @em0fagz, @cannibaltranssexual, @hisjimct, @im-urchin, @ghostforwhat, @f0undationsofd3cay, @det395, @a-pigeons-soliloquy, @mysterist, and anyone else who wants to!

zero pressure, also i’m always v forgetful with tagging so if i missed anyone sorry and ily!

#clear posts #me #tag game

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