that's billie joe...he's 22 and still wets the bed

your rpf secrets are safe w me | nsfw side blog 18+

[guavapdf]

ok i’m tired & done with being “””independent”’’ and ‘’”strong” i want 2 b taken care of

[mindmushpup-deactivated20230126]

Oh to be sleepy and crawl into bed with someone who's warm and safe and you know will take care of you in all the right ways

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

its so freeing when you realize you can literally write whatever you want 

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

it doesnt have to be good or anything you can just write things and post them and it doesnt matter at all

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

“your story sucks” what are you going to do? refund the money u didn’t pay? you are a bozo

[lesbianbillie]

lol @ this blog having almost 200 followers……hello fellow horny gay people

[klapollo]

underrated funny trope: someone who is not particularly tough gets grabbed by someone much stronger than them and makes a stock squeaky toy noise

[lesbianbillie]

the fact that my nsfw gd blog turned into a hurt/comfort fic idea blog……lol. hopefully i’ll combine those 2 ideas later

[missglumcakes-whump]

(apologies for some cute fluffy cuddles)

caretaker woke up to whumpee sneaking next to them in bed. they felt whumpee nuzzle in close, their nose against caretaker's back. and though caretaker had woken up, they pretended to still be asleep. whumpee pressed themselves more against caretaker, and caretaker felt the back of their shirt getting a bit wet so whumpee must have been crying. but still, they said nothing. they just let whumpee curl themselves around caretaker.

in the morning when caretaker woke up, whumpee wasn't in the bed with them anywhere. worried at first, they walked out of the room to see whumpee making breakfast, seeming happier than they had in a long time. the two just smiled at each other, neither mentioning the night before.

[missglumcakes-whump]

Continuation of the cuddle post? Maybe caretaker confronts whumpee about what happened

a whole day had gone by since whumpee had snuck into bed with caretaker, and neither of them had mentioned it yet. but as they were getting ready to go to bed again, caretaker grabbed onto whumpee's arm. "about last night..." caretaker began. and immediately they saw the fear in whumpee's eyes - they didn't want to talk about this. whumpee winced and looked down as if ashamed.

caretaker pulled them in closer and though whumpee knew better, they still felt afraid, like caretaker was going to yell at them for regressing back to coping mechanisms from a while ago.

"whenever you need to," caretaker continued. "if you're scared, or you can't sleep, or you're just lonely..." they held whumpee's face between their hands, forcing whumpee to look at them instead of the ground they'd been looking at. caretaker finished, "I'm here, or there in bed, and you can come to me anytime."

whumpee whimpered and closed their eyes, still so unfamiliar with this kindness. caretaker lowered their hands to whumpee's back and whumpee just let themselves collapse against caretaker's chest.

[lovely-v]

writing fanfiction is just. i’m being so creative and original. i’m plagiarizing everyone by accident. i’m a genius. i’m cringe. i’m too angsty. i’m too cheesy. this is not in character. it doesn’t matter that it’s not in character because these are my characters now. i love my hobby. this is the worst possible use of my time. i’m seeking validation. i’m projecting my own personal problems onto this story and i’m barely hiding it. i know so many words and i’m using all of them wrong. im on tumblr posting about it instead of writing it.

[ktganimation]

[valtsv]

microdosing on therapy by projecting my issues onto fictional characters and creating and consuming content about them working through it and being supported during the process

[whump-all-the-way]

Whumpee’s panic attacks are unpredictable, coming and going too often to take note of the triggers. So when whumpee wakes up from a nightmare, panic gripping them from every angle; caretaker is there. Strings of comforting words falling to deaf ears, feather light touches brushing away damp hair, until whumpees eyes focus. “It’s alright, you’re safe now. I won’t let them hurt you again”

[justbreakonme]

My favorite trope is characters who don’t know what it’s like to be treated nicely, and how they react when they meet kind/decent/non-asshole people.

-the look of surprise when someone brings them a cup of tea, unasked for, just saying they thought they would enjoy it.

-breaking a glass on accident and panicking, expecting terrible, terrible things, but a caretaker just bumbles over with a broom, pulling on a pair of slippers and telling them not to move, not to step on anything.

-being given an unexpected hug, and stiffening, then melting into it.

-relaxing slowly, until one day they’re surprised at how comfortable they are with these new people.

-latching onto the roughest, meanest of the bunch, because that’s who they were familiar with, and the gruff, tough, scary person ending up softening up to them.

-always waiting for the other shoe to drop, even though it doesn’t.

-when someone says good morning to them first, and it startled them because they’re used to being ignored at best.

[justbreakonme]

He didn’t understand.

All his life, he’d been held at arms length, kept at a distance like something diseased. He’d been hit, kicked, slapped, punched, but the ache building in his chest hurt almost as bad. He felt gentle arms wrap around him, and held his breath in fear that he’d sob aloud. He couldn’t, he had to pretend that it didn’t matter, that his heart wasn’t shattering and reforming over and over. He could never remember anyone hugging him like this and he couldn’t bear to scare them off. So, he held his breath, and hugged back. But what he hadn’t expected was for them to whisper in his ear. “Just tell me when to let go.” It was soft, and kind, but it meant that he would have to speak, somehow.

He held his breath as long as he could, but finally it was too much. A small squeak of a sob escaped, and he apologized, but they just help him closer, soothing him with a gentle “It’s okay, it’s okay…”

They seemed to pull him closer, rubbing his back softly and most of his control broke. He sobbed pitifully into their shoulder, apologizing every time he had enough breath to do so.

[torturelabyrinth]

Writing is when you make up a guy and put him in situations

[forthesapphicsonly]

[missglumcakes-whump]

(more nightmares, because...!)

whumpee was asleep on the couch, caretaker reading in an armchair across from them, when whumpee slipped into the nightmare. their brows drew together in their sleep, their legs started twitching, and their breathing became irregular.

caretaker quietly put their book down, walked to the couch then knelt by whumpee's side. whumpee winced in their sleep, softly repeating variations of "no, stop, please." caretaker reached a hand forward and brushed the hair off whumpee's sweaty forehead. it hurt to see their friend in such distress.

caretaker thought for a moment then worked their free hand into whumpee's hand which dangled off the couch. almost immediately whumpee squeezed it tight. "you're safe here," caretaker whispered. "it's just a dream. you're okay - I promise." they repeated these things and continued to stroke whumpee's forehead with one hand, while whumpee squeezed the other.

soon the squirming and the uncomfortable breathing shifted away and whumpee fell back into a peaceful sleep. caretaker waited until whumpee's grip on their hand loosened, then they reached over for their book and kept reading while sitting on the ground by whumpee's side.