#IT MEANS IM DOOM SCROLLING

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

FUCK I HAVE A WRITING ASSIGNMENT DUE AT 1:30 INSTEAD OF MIDNIGHT BECAUSE MY PROFESSOR IS A MONSTER

[birdyverdie]

School is starting soon!! I can't believe I'm excited for the stressors of classes OURGH...

[rat-rosemary]

"Dream?"

Dream startles, looking up from the heavy grimore he was pouring over

"Quackity! Hi, how can I help?"

He hadn't noticed Quackity entering the room, not even with the heavy creaky door and their soul bond tugging on his chest. Really, Dream had been so distracted lately, falling into one of those research rabbit holes that seem to demand all his focus. If Sapnap had seen it he would chide Dream for not focusing enough on his environment and leaving himself vulnerable to attack, being the worrier he is.

"Hi," Quackity smiles back, but there's a weary weight under his eyes as he does, "you promised me you would take a break in a little bit, remember?"

"Oh! Yeah sorry," Dream chirps, but he sends a wishfull look at the grimore still open on his desk, "...but it's been so little time since then hasn't it? I'm about to end this chapter. When did you check on me, like half an hour ago?"

Just by the look in Quackity's face Dream knows he got the time wrong, but it really doesn't feel like much time has passed. Maybe he was just focused and didn't notice? But it couldn't have been more then a hour or so ago, at max two hours.

"Last time I checked on you was a week ago Dream"

Oh

"Oh."

"Yeah"

The two of them stare at each other from across the room for a moment before Quackity breaks the silence.

"Please take a break with me"

"Yeah I-" Dream closes the grimore, pushing it aside and going over to Quackity, "I'll take a break. Sorry"

Quackity sighs, sending Dream another weary smile and taking his hand in his

"It's okay. I got us lunch, are you hungry?" He asks as they leave Dream's office and walk to one of the royal gardens

Dream isn't, but he nods anyway, not wanting to make Quackity even more worried

The garden is more overgrown then Dream remembers, but its still as beautiful as ever and Quackity finds a comfortable spot for them to sit and enjoy it's view

They talk, eating the simple sandwiches and soup Quackity brought for them both. Dream asks about how Quackity's business has been going and he cheerfully tells him about how he expanded his (deeply illegal) merchant empire to another kingdom, and all of the people he met recently

It's good. Dream forgets sometimes, that this is what he loves the most, this is what he fights and studies and bleeds for. Simple moments with the people he cares about, talking about nothing that matters and enjoying each other companies.

Dream's eyes drift over the scenery, enjoying the pleasantly warm weather as Quackity rambles on about one tale or another

Dream forgets...

...

There's apples in a tree nearby. His last memory of the outside has glancing out a window and seeing a snow storm while he waited for Sapnap to finish getting ready to bed.

...

"We're not quite here anymore, are we?"

Dream says, interrupting Quackity's tale about the weirdest human he had ever met.

When Dream tears his eyes from the apple tree after too many moments of silence, Quackity is looking at him with nothing but grief in his eyes

"... no. You're not"

"How are George and Sapnap doing? Are they also?"

Maybe there's time for them to heal this. Dream might be losing himself but maybe the others can still-

Quackity shakes his head, knowing exactly what Dream was thinking

"I managed to make George drink some tea last week, just before I went to check on you, but he's pretty lost in it. Sapnap goes outside more, but I need to remind him to wash off the blood and rest, or else he will just fight non stop."

"What about you and Karl?" Dream asks, desperation bleeding into his tone. The two of them never messed with magic as much as Dream George and Sapnap, so they should be fine, right?

... no. Not by the look in Quackity's face, not by the dread pulsing from his heart

"I can feel myself slipping. I'm only better off because I work with mortals so much, and they will not let me forget the time," Quackity sighs, "but Karl..."

"It's bad Dream, really bad. I think he went looking for a solution for you three, but whatever he found and whatever he's done he's just not the same anymore. He comes back with weird clothes, sometimes talking in languages I've never heard. He keeps having odd reactions, flinching at silences and reaching for things that aren't there."

Quackity's lips twitch and Dram watches in as tears bead on his human eye.

"I can barely feel his heart anymore and his memory is failing. I've been trying to help him, but I can't do it Dream. He's slipping though my fingers and I can't- I can't help him I can't help you- I'm so sorry- I can't do it alone please-"

Dream pulls Quackity into his arms as he starts sobbing, whispering a thousand apologies for leaving his canary to carry all their burdens for so long without noticing

Dream is not sure how long hey stay there, (clearly, now he's even worse then before at telling the time) but by the time Dream dares move Quackity has cried himself to sleep, and the sun is much lower in the sky.

He tugs at their bond, feeling Quackity's soul tug back at him quick and alert even as his owner sleeps (what's wrong what's happening are you okay-) George's and Sapnap's react lethargicaly, and Dream tugs harder, hoping it will be enough to snap them into lucidity, if only for a moment.

Karl's... Karl feels so far away, like there's s ravine of space between then, where they used to be side by side. Dream can barely feel his phantom breathing along his, and for the first time in (moths? years? decades? ... centuries?) Dream feels his heart freeze with fear

Oh gods. What happen to them

Reminder that the #Rat's shame corner tag is a tag so that you can easily block any discussion of ships like this and silent duo :]

(It is also a lh joke at myself don't worry about he shame thing)

And!!! Any questions you have are very welcome and make me very happy :D

[eggpea]

chat!

i shall give thee 3 guesses as to what game series this is most likely (heavily)inspired by

[thegrinningghost]

doom scrolling strikes again!

[nolanpatricksforcefemmedclit]

nolan patrick should’ve had a soy milk arc

[max-nicoxposts]

Okay chat, after many months of contemplation, I have decided to use the term asexual to describe myself to people, even if I am not. I just don't fucking feel like explaining that shit (not that I can when I try) so I guess we doin asexuality now

[aceyanaheim]

Or my bike could crap out I mean sure

[spideyhexx]

I don’t know if we’re talking about the same thing, but if your post was about this one **** on here, I totally get you. I actually followed them for quite some time and was making myself anxious for no reason, especially when they started giving proof about some of the things. I literally felt sick to my stomach, and that’s exactly when I knew I had to distance myself a little because, oh well, like you often say, that’s a ***, and I forget that sometimes… (unfortunately, I’m still in the trenches)

thank you anon, I appreciate you🫶

[yongseungkim]

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[fic-dumpster]

OMG imagine this all of bonten doing the slim pickings trend if you don’t know what that is it’s basically a guy lifting a girl (normally that’s I’ll I’ve seen of this trend sorry!)

On this shoulder and flexing that basically that they can carry their girl on their shoulder 😭😩🤤

Anyways I just imagine ❤️ Kakucho ❤️ lifting us then like all of bonten wants to prove they can do it too 🫡 ugh it hurts to even think about 😖

anyways just random thought sorry it’s so long I think I had a heart attack when I thought of this

have a good day/night pookie 💋😘🙈

Anonie, idk if I got you but I’ll see what Bonten does. LET ME TELL YOU THAT I SUFFERED /J. AHSJSKS I DONT KNOW TIKTOK JAHSKSQ IM SORRY Gosh… I can’t write serious or wholesome stuff 🤧 it’s always me and my broken sense of humor.

Slim Pickings || Bonten x Reader 1.9k+ words

cw: body image, TikTok trend, nonsense, cringe… like hundred percent logging off-phone throwing-gagging worthy cringe. constant state of chaos. not edited.

“What are you two doing?” The question came from Takeomi who just stepped into your living room to see Kakucho with you sitting on his shoulder, parading you around as both laughed and smiled.

“A TikTok trend,” you answered casually.

But before Takeomi could ask more questions, the rest of Bonten began to pop into the room.

“it’s rude to stand in the entrance,” Sanzu intentionally bumped shoulders with Takeomi. Which only gained him a tired sigh from the older man.

“We heard music!” Rindou pointed out, casually strolling in.

“And your laughter,” Ran added, walking behind him brother.

After Bonten’s three menaces made their way in, silently Mikey accompanied by Kokonoi and Mochi decided to join the crowd. The shorter man curiously peeked at your form perched on his number three..

Questions began to rain on you once they saw your phone propped up on the table with more than one video of Kakucho lifting you.

“So you just lift me and place me on your shoulders,” you explained in detail to the group of men staring at your phone screen. “Yeah, like that. See?”

“We do that on a daily basis,” pointed out Ran, not really getting where this was going.

“Yeah, we see Rindou flexing his biceps at least four times a day.” Added Sanzu, snickering with his phone out scrolling through some other videos and seeing a bunch of guys just showing off.

“This shit’s easy,” huffed Rindou, ignoring the previous comment but at the same time watching Sanzu’s screen over his shoulder.

“Then it shouldn’t be a problem, right?” You rolled your eyes at the lack of initiative on their part. Although, you could guess jealousy had a part in that. They seemed bitter that your attention was solely on Kakucho.

You couldn’t have been more wrong with your statement. Bonten was not made for TikTok fame… but you didn’t know it at that time.

─────── · · ·

To see who went first they decided to draw straws… online…

You stood with Kakucho there waiting until everyone got their phones out and went to the page Rindou had shared. Lifting an eyebrow, you saw they had taken this more seriously than you had expected. Oh, yeah… they had banned Kakucho from this round.

Then you heard a groan and a bunch of hyenas laughing. First one to go? it was Kokono… and things didn’t go as planned.

“Okay, ready?” You asked a bit worried since he didn’t seem too eager to be on camera.

“Why do I have to go first?” Koko’s voice cracked a bit at the end, “you’re not posting this, right?”

A bunch of boos from the public followed Koko’s question, and by the public you mean Rindou, Ran and Sanzu. You tried to reassure him it would be alright but the damage to his pride was already done.

Once Koko’s hands were on your hips something in your gut told you that doom was imminent. He had lifted you with ease but as soon as your butt hit his shoulder, the man let out a loud whine. Somehow—someway, your zipper had gotten stuck on his silver hair. Thus, pulling it as he moved you.

“Ah! My hair! My hair!!” Koko’s desperate screams just got most of the group cracking up.

“Oh shut— ack!” You tried to stay as calm as possible, “I’m sorry!” Your eyes turned to the snickering bunch. “It’s not funny!” You held onto Koko’s head for dear life as Rindou and Sanzu avoided your gaze. The latter turned around to keep chuckling.

With his second sigh of the day, Takeomi walked towards you two, pulling Kakucho along.

“How is that this always happens to you two,” Takeomi said, trying to untangle your zipper from Koko’s hair as Kakucho steadied you on the silver-haired man’s shoulder.

After all was done, Kokonoi sat begrudgingly on the furthest sofa with a side of his long silver hair tangled in a thick mass. You smiled apologetically at him.

─────── · · ·

With a triumphant look, Rindou stood ready.

He was feeling confident after Kokonoi’s failure, but he might have gone a bit too hard… the moment he lifted you off the floor, you went flying towards the hanging lights. Thus, hitting you in the back of your head.

Everyone panicked meanwhile Mochi went for an ice pack.

It was chaos, as always—Kakucho to the rescue, he snatched you straight away from Rindou’s shoulder just in time to see Sanzu tackling the youngest Haitani. Then Ran and Takeomi began to scold the pair scuffling on the floor.

Even Mikey joined in, silently hitting Rindou in the same spot that the lamp had smacked you. Bonten’s leader walked away and kept mumbling words about how careless one could be. “An eye for an eye, Haitani.”

Just then, Mochi had walked back in to the room with an ice pack, but seeing the current situation he handed Takeomi the ice pack and went back to get a couple more.

─────── · · ·

After a prolonged discussion about safety, you suggested continuing outside which would have been fine if two people hadn’t begged you for a favor.

Ran was already smirking at you, ready to hoist you up and show the two previous failures how it was done.

And he did just that. At the count of three, you were already sitting on Ran’s shoulder. His grip was unwavering and the biggest shit-eating grin he could muster.

“Why do you always make it weird…” you mumbled once you saw Rindou visibly upset at his loss in this match.

“It’s not, though.” Ran pretended to flick a lint off his shirt, looking straight at the camera now.

It’s then that you remember the words from a certain pair—a pink and a silver head already signaling for you to take action. To keep the peace, both Haitani had to fail… miserably…

So with a deep breath, you loudly shouted something you knew Ran wouldn’t ignore. “Is that a bald spot?!” You even put a finger on his scalp to emphasize.

It happened so fast. One second you were in the air and the next you had been set down on the grass and the oldest Haitani went running to the nearest bathroom, Rindou not far behind. Not a words came out of anyone’s mouth. Meanwhile Sanzu and Koko gave you a thumbs up.

The peace had been kept. Your TikTok project began to feel more complicated than you thought it would be.

─────── · · ·

Nobody was worried about Mikey, they all knew he could easily pick you up, but Mother Nature had other plans.

“Stop laughing,” you grumbled, “it’s not that funny.”

“I’m sorry, sweetcheeks… it is…” Sanzu wheezed almost out of breath from laughing the whole day. “Mikey went straight for your pussy!”

Yes, when it was Mikey’s turn he had almost dropped you because a bee flew to his face and to his credit, he did catch you just as quick but the death-like grip went to your crotch. Which had you squealing and the clowns around you couldn’t stop laughing since then. Even Mochi and Takeomi had chuckled at the whole show.

“Haru, shut up!” You hissed, “Look! He’s sulking already!” At the sight of a brooding Mikey, everyone just went quiet. That sobered Snazu up real quick.

The Haitani brothers had just come back outside, but seeing the grey clouds on everyone’s heads they decided to slowly and carefully go back inside.

With Mikey not being in the mood anymore, the TikTok filming had to stop. Mochi and Sanzu were sad to not get a chance to try.

“Another day,” you weakly replied.

Takeomi felt a sense of relief. He wasn’t sure his back would agree today. He had lifted you before, but it was a gamble and with how everyone’s luck had been today? He didn’t wanna risk it.

─────── · · ·

Later that day, everyone was just sitting around the living room, back to where it all began. It was as normal as it could possibly get.

Most of them were on their phones, although you suspected some of them had the early videos on repeat. Sanzu and kept showing Mochi something and both just kept chuckling. Kokonoi kept checking something about the stock market and grumbling at his screen, angrily typing nonstop. Takeomi was doing the newspaper crossword puzzle and kept asking Ran some of the modern-day stuff he didn’t get. Kakucho had been in the kitchen for a while, and finally, Rindou and Mikey playing thumb fights.

Normalcy… how unusual.

“It’s actually nice… you know?” You interrupted the abnormal calmness surrounding you. “I’m in no way a flimsy thing and you all always move me around like I weigh nothing,” you voiced out your thoughts. You were laying on the couch, just thinking, truth spilling without meaning to, but alas it was out.

“The hell you mean?” Sanzu instantly snapped, throwing his phone to Mochizuki who barely had time to catch it. Bonten’s number two walked up to your resting spot and climbed on top of you. “I hope you don’t mean what I think you mean.”

“Haru…” Your wide eyes stared up at Sanzu, pink hair falling like curtains around your face.

His visceral reaction was like the spark that ignited the rest. Soon you heard the scraping sound of chairs being pulled. The lonely couch was now crowded with a bunch of angry men.

“Move,” Rindou growled as he pulled Sanzu away from you, almost throwing him off the couch. “What do you mean by that?” Now it was the youngest Haitani staring down at you with furrowed brows, and questioning your early statement. “Earlier? I almost sent you to a different fucking orbit.”

They all in their own way tried to make you understand—see what they see.

“Even Koko here can pick you up!” Ran added.

“Yeah,” Koko agreed but then realized the implications, “wait what are you trying to say?!”

Ah, this was more…normal… you giggled at the chaos that erupted around you. From the kitchen walked out Kakucho with a fresh baked bowl of cookies. Mikey didn’t have to be told twice, from the smell alone he knew what it was and took some for himself.

“Heard the commotion,” Kakucho sat next to your head on the couch, “how many times do we have to tell you that’s not important? You see us complain? No, right?” he didn’t let you answer as a cookie was already stuffed in your mouth.

“You have to see us fight to get even a second longer with you. That should tell you how much we want you,” Takeomi noted, pointing towards the Haitanis going against Sanzu and Koko a couple of feet away.

“This is why social media is hazardous,” Mochi announced, holding a cookie between his fingers.

“Body imag—” began Takeomi but he was cut short.

“It’s nothing. You’re just old.” Sanzu rebuked, interrupting his older brother just to spite him. forgotten was Rinodu who went to back up Ran.

The Akashi brothers continued on their intense debate, Mochi adding his opinion here and there as Kakucho kept feeding you and Mikey cookies.

[elalfywhore]

we hug now

I have a feeling you got everything you wanted. And you’re wasting time stuck here like me. You’re just thinking it’s a small thing that happened, the world ended when it happened to me.

the years had just seemed to fly by. years spent “protecting my peace”, spending more time on tiktok that socializing and i’m okay with that. my girlfriend made it all worth it. the constant texts besides when she’s practicing, calling me first thing in the morning and right before i fall asleep at night. plus it’s not like i was truly alone, if i really wanted to go hangout with someone, i could.

tonight paige had headed to teds with her team, leaving me to my own devices. while i didn’t mind her going out with them, it always made me feel a little off knowing how i’ve never even been to a bar unless paige was present. i mean, who wouldn’t get those bad thoughts in the back of their head when paige bueckers is your girlfriend.

my saving grace when i always got into these gloomy moods with feelings of impending doom was my photos app. reminiscing on all the fun paige and i have had, how much we love eachother. although our relationship is secret from the public, she always assures me that it’s just until she gets to the wnba.

i always look forward to that, finally getting to be with her again instead of loving her through a phone and tiktok edits. i smile as i come across one of my favorite photos of paige and i. it’s simple and old, no fancy clothes, no makeup, just me and paige. cuddled up under the warm blankets, in our matching grinch pjs from a few years ago. her mom had come in her room to ask us something when she found us like that sleeping; snapping the picture.

i race to read my texts and my phone dings,

pooks; miss u sn

(edited) miss u sm

read 12:58am

i sigh, i can only assume she’s drunk, her locations been there for a little under three hours now. i know she’s probably texting me because she couldn’t call me tonight, trying to make up for it somehow in her drunken haze.

me; miss you too pooks<3

me; r u going home soon?

read 12:59am

pooks; some wine soon

(edited) sometime soon, why baby?

read 12:59am

me; just wondering, im bored

read 1:08am

pooks; i’m sorry babe, my phones gonna die soon. i’ll text you when i get home okay?i love you.

read 1:09am

me; okay, be safe. love you too.

delivered 1:09am

i slump my way out my bed, opting to head to the kitchen to get a snack. quickly heading downstairs, creeping past my parents room i go to the kitchen. grabbing a bag of hot cheetos and a water, i go back upstairs.

snuggling myself back under the covers, i turn on my tv. opening hulu and putting on one of my favorites; bad girls club. i joke sometimes with paige that if they still made this show, i’d be on it.

about 30 minutes in to watching camilla punk the entire house, i decide to check paige’s location. i can’t help but to let out a sigh seeing she’s still at teds and it’s a little past 2. ice had been live earlier, i didn’t want to join and paige know i was watching her.

wanting to see what they were doing i open tiktok, searching up “uconn wbb live”. i click on the first one i see, paige smiling in the camera that ice is holding; clearly drunk and azzi in the background could be heard yelling for paige. i scroll down to the next one, the caption immediately catching my eye “pazzi confirmed?” it reads.

i watch it once, at first it’s normal; ices face in the camera before she tilts the camera to the left and it’s blurry but it looks like paige holding azzi, their faces close enough to be kissing but i can’t tell; but they’re holding eachother like lovers. i feel tears grow in my eyes. i watch the video for what feels like the 100th time, scrolling through all the comments rooting for pazzi.

i put my phone down, feeling a pain grow in my chest and heavy breathing coming on. trying to sob quietly not to wake my parents. i head to my bathroom, not bothering to bring any clothes with me. just trying to calm myself down i turn on the bath water, letting it fill the tub; steam rising from the water helping to clear my now clogged nose.

stripping myself of my clothes and once the tubs full, i slide in; allowing my body to physically relax as my mind races 1000 thoughts a minute.

it’s almost too much for me to comprehend. how could paige do this? why would she do this? did she even do it? while they were extremely close to one another, the bar was packed and the video was fuzzy.

the feeling on impending doom sets in as i realize; had i wasted all of my teen years and young adult hood on someone who didn’t even care? someone who didn’t even want me? she had promised me lots, we’d get married, once she finished at uconn we’d go public and id move in with her. it had all sounded like a dream but was it all a lie? had i ignored all my friends for nothing? sure, i never had any interest in going to college but had i known paige wouldn’t take care of me forever i would’ve figured something out.

i float in the tub before submerging my head under, allowing my hair and face to get wet; just needing the thoughts to stop. when i come back up the thoughts are still there and maybe even amplified. i put my head back under.

the next morning was weird. i had some texts from paige around 3:30am that i hadn’t bothered to respond too but i could tell she hadn’t seen that live clip from them.

while it felt like there was some sort of clock ticking over my head i just felt the urge to get outside and do something. so, i woke up at 8am and went on a walk.

i walk down a path paige and i took a lot in high school, towards our favorite park. it wasn’t far, just about a 15 minute walk to the park but it’s better than rotting in my bed waiting to grow the courage to face whatever truth waited with paige.

i paid more attention to the things around me. the ducks flying above; migrating for winter, the trees bare. i smile as i walk past the bird bath in the park, a single bird drinking from it.

it was quiet, a sunday morning not too many people besides what looked like a few women gathered for a yoga class. i watch the way they all laugh with each other in between the exercise, casual and friendly.

soon enough they all begin to roll up their mats and where i had found myself comfortable on a bench is immediately disrupted as i see one of the women walk my way.

“hi!” the girl exclaims, she looks around my age, a bit taller than me but no where near as tall as paige, tan skin, curly hair, pink two piece set on, feminine. “hi.” i say, it comes out kinda as more of a question. “i saw you watching and was wondering if you’d be interested in joining next time.” her voice slightly high pitched.

okay daya, c’mon, this is your chance to make a friend

i talk myself up in my head. “we’re always looking for new people to join! it’s free! we’re here every sunday at 8am!” i must’ve taken a while to respond as she really tries to sell the point.

“sure! i’ve always wanted to try yoga.” i try and match her friendly tone. “okay, perfect! here let me give you my number.” she smiles and i stand, taking my phone out my back pocket and hand it to her; our hands graze allowing me to feel her soft skin.

i watch her type in her number, a small blush appearing on her cheeks. “i’m paulina by the way.” slight latin accent popping out as she says her name. “i’m daya.” i smile, taking my phone back from her. “i’m gonna head back but, don’t be shy, send me a text.” she smiles showing off her smiley piercing. “okay, i will.” she begins to walk away backwards.

“i’ll see you sunday.” she calls out, “see you sunday!” i call back. “oh and it’s pilates.” she confuses me, “what?” “it’s pilates, daya, not yoga.” she finally turns, walking the right way.

i can’t help but let out a small laugh, forgetting about what’s happening with paige for just a moment. i breath out remembering again; id figure out paige later but for now i’ll worry about sunday.

the pounding headache paige had just woken up with was not helped by banging on her door, “paige! get up right now.” paige instantly recognizes jana’s voice. she looks around at her surrounding, stretching her arms; realizing azzis cuddled into her side, wearing nothing but one of paige’s old shirts. “what?” paige’s voice raspy, still trying to figure out what’s happening as azzi stirs awake.

jana finally pushes open the door, standing in the doorway. “you should probably know there’s a video floating around of you and azzi kissing at the bar last night on tiktok.” jana says matter of factly, the words send jolts through paige immediately making her get up and out the bed. “what the fuck are you talking about?” paige panics, immediately grabbing her phone, a lot of notifications but none from you. she reads the time, 11:47am.

“ice accidentally showed you guys on live last night, just thought you should know so you can figure out what you’re going to tell daya.” jana says before closing the door.

paige sighs out, frustrated. plopping herself back onto the bed with her phone in hand, trying to figure out what she’s gonna tell you. she feels azzi move, coming up behind her and wrapping her arms around her waist, “it can’t be that bad, right?” azzis soft voice whispers, kissing paige’s neck. paige opens tiktok, the video being the first thing on her for you page.

“fuck.” she stomps her foot, tossing her phone down beside her, burying her face in her hands. while it was bad she could say it was a bad angle? pray that works. azzi continues kissing paige’s neck, making paige shrug her off; not in the mood. “i think you needa go, azzi.” paige says sternly. “what? why? because your little girlfriend found out?” azzi scoffs. “azzi, go.” paige finalizes, not wanting to argue. “i’ll text you.” paige says, making azzi scoff again; getting up and throwing on her jeans, gathering her things. paige watches as azzi storms out without a word, slamming the door behind her.

throwing herself back against her mattress, arms spread out paige groans;

what the fuck am i gonna do?

[ellieslittleslutt]

Late Nights

cw: fluff?? vi calls reader cupcake and princess once but that expected. some vague mentions of insomnia i guess.

a/n: uhm so first vi fic that’s wild, defo going to write more roommate vi bc im yearning and i need her so bad it’s not even funny.

wc- 0.5k

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you had problems with sleeping sometimes. wether it was going to bed at a reasonable time or even just getting a deep sleep it was always a problem with you.

tonight was no exception. you were lounging on the couch of your guys’ apartment, doom scrolling on tiktok mindlessly liking whatever you found the slightest bit relatable. it’s was around 1 am which wasn’t too bad but still not ideal. on the coffee table sat a your favorite mug full of sleepytime tea in hopes that it would coax you back to sleep, but like every other time it never worked and didn’t even taste that good.

you were huddled up in the blankets when you saw your pink haired roommate coming out of her room, hair messed up wearing sleep shorts and a sports bra. she didn’t notice you at first in the dark, but then she accidentally sat down on you causing you to yelp smacking her arm “vi get off of me” you groaned.

“shit sorry princess” she mumbled half asleep scooting over. that god damn nickname always got you. you huffed going back to your phone “why’re you up?” you mumbled glancing at her. “i could ask you the same thing hm?” she hums sipping your tea “eugh fuck, this taste like dirty cardboard water” her face in a tight frown putting the mug down. “why do you think it’s half full idiot”

she leaned back against the couch sighing “so wait why’re you up?” she asked glancing over at you. “couldn’t sleep” you hummed resting your head against your elbow looking at her “and you?”“fucking jayce kept calling me” she mumbled with a yawn “asking about how to get bitches.” you chuckled softly shaking your head “viktor?” you asked “you know it.”

you hummed looking over at her kind of star struck by how she looked. you swear you had cartoon heart eyes beating out of your eye sockets. she looked at you with a soft smile patting your shin “wanna watch a movie?” she asks snapping you out of your trance and you just nodded clearing your throat “oh yeah” you said awkwardly pushing yourself up reaching for the remote.

you two both agreed on mean girls because why the fuck not. you sat closer to her your head slowly lolling itself onto her shoulder, vi looked down at you wrapping an arm around you so that you don’t slump down “you’re gonna hurt your neck if you fall asleep like that” she whispered rubbing your arm.

you hummed sleepily in response your lashes resting against your cheeks. vi made the connection that you weren’t going to get back to bed on your own so she paused the movie, and got up slowly lifting you into her arms to carry you back to your room lying you back down onto your blankets tucking you into how you liked.

you don’t know why but just for some reason you felt comfortable around vi, more relaxed and like your self. this is one of the few nights you fell asleep before 3 am and without a melatonin.

vi walked to the door turning off the lamp “night cupcake” she said softly before shutting the door walking off to her room.

from that night on vi would meet you in the couch just so you could yes fall asleep in her arms, totally platonic though… right?

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@autisticintr0vert wifey: @bugbit3ss

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photocard trend - Mark and Rex short

barley proof read, lowkey buns. im on new meds and i havent written fics since i was 13 and obsessed with Susie from DBD so read at own risk

interpret readers gender identity and relationship to the guy however youd like, i tried to make it as open ended as possible. also pretty grown up in nature just so yk. lots of boobs talk, but not your own

divider cred to @anitalenia ty icon

Mark  ꢾ𓍢ִ໋　

Mark stares at your phone in absolute awe. There were..so many boobs “I cant ..i dont- i dont understand” He's scrolling through the hashtag, flabbergasted. Tens upon twenties upon thirties of tit havers posting pictures of their chests with merch of his hero persona in between the girls. Plushies, keychains, homemade photocards with heavily decorated toploaders “Where are people getting this shit? I'm not- i dont sell keychains!” He exclaims, finally tearing his eyes away from the screen to look at y/n “Alieexpress, id assume” y/n shrugged, rolling over on the bed “or etsy. Probably a mix of the two” Mark blinked. He didn't spend a lot of time online. He was a geek, sure. But he didn't exactly have twitter doom scrolling time on his hands. He had Invincible stuff to do. So he was blissfully unaware of all that went on in his online fanbase “Why would anyone post themselves like that?” he questions, to the universe “its- i dont want anyone to expose themselves for me” “People throw bras at Drake” y/n nodded. Mark made a face of disgust and offense, mostly offense at the comparison “I'm not Drake” he frowned “Yea but it's the same idea. They think you're hot” y/n affirms, rolling over again to sit up. That answer did not sooth Mark “Thats-” he paused, sat down on the edge of the bed, hands folded. He was having a quick think “Y'know what? That's not the worst treatment a public figure has ever received. Its- thats fine, i'm okay with it” he nodded. y/n snorted “That's not the worst of it” y/n snickered, reaching over him to grab their phone back, looking for something. Mark did not look happy at that suggestion “What d’you mean.” Mark deadpanned “Porn” y/n nodded,tapping away on their phone “gay,sometimes” they said, turning their phone to show him what they mean. Mark's face goes through all 5 stages of grief and then some in under 6 seconds. First shock, then horror, then almost awe at the artpiece he's presented with. Of himself. Being very friendly with another man “Know what” he starts, looking away from the phone “at least it's well drawn. I can live with it” He let that sit in the air for a while, running a hand through his hair before looking over at y/n “They know I'm straight though, yes?” “Straight up gay” y/n answered, swiftly getting a pillow to the face in response

Rex

“Whoa!” Rex exclaims, his hand literally flying to cover his mouth, in awe of what he's been presented with. A not insignificant amount of the boob having population taking pictures of their cherries, and dedicating it to HIM??? What burning orphanage had he put out in a past life to deserve this “I feel like Johnny Ray” he mused. y/n raised an eyebrow. “That's a deep cut” they murmured “Its an accurate cut” he said, continuing to scroll “i need to make a twitter” “Why?” y/n asked, confused why he'd join now of all times “So i can capitalize” rex answers, like that's a stupid question “this many bad bitches in one spot all wanting me is a once in a bloodline occurrence” he nodded, eyes not taken off the phone. “ ‘think that'd compromise your identity” y/n snickered “i think Cecil would have problems with you dm’ing chicks and admitting to being Rex Splode. Don't do that to the poor GDA workers” Rex scoffed “oh it'd be fine” he rolled his eyes. “GDA agents aren't “poor” they're not sad little mice. They're fine” y/n shrugged “public servants have hard jobs” they nod “and how’re you gonna open without divulging your secret identity? “Whats up babe, i heard you like rex splode, i also have a man bun when’re you free?”” Rex looked like he was considering it, “not a bad first draft” he nodded, pacing around with the phone y/n frowned “dude.” “What?” Rex said defensively “can a guy not like hot girls?” “Can he do it without compromising international intelligence secrets?” y/n responded like he was stupid. And to be fair, that's how he was acting “Ugh” rex made a face, plopping his ass down onto the couch “so many baddies at my fingertips and i can't capitalize on any of it. I feel like- sisyphus, or something” he murmured “Not what sisyphus was about” y/n snickered,rolling their eyes “No more lip, im grieving” Rex grumbled

ty for reading i love you goodnight >°))))彡

[chosove]

*le gasp*

Replying to the Valentines event (Happy Valentine's by the way lovely)

You caught my eye with the pet play sooo hear me out...SatoSugu x reader!puppy play? Them being impatient and loving to tug reader around a bit via leash? I think yes. This will haunt my 3am doom scroll ovulation thoughts now

Thank you for reading <3

Omg first of all happy v day angel did u get my telepathic creampie🥰 SECOND THIS FUCKSSSSS good lord satosugu being mean AND petplay…im bout to busssttttt

18+ mdni | cw. petplay!!! leashes, threesome…idk kinda, spitting, really mean but CONSENSUAL!, degradation

You feel your eyes well with tears as you look up at the men before you, tall lean bodies on display while their faces sneered at your desperation.

“What’s wrong puppy? Thought you’d like this since you’ve been acting like such a bitch” Satoru’s voice filled your ears as he harshly tugged your leash toward him, your face falling to his feet at the strength he pulled with. His laugh sounds out when you nuzzle your face against his naked thighs, tears lining your cheeks before Suguru pulls you by the hair, neck arching in an unnatural way as you look up at him from your knees.

“S-sugu…” you whine, turning to him with big doe eyes. He’d always been the merciful one of the pair, cooing praises in your ears as aftercare no matter how bratty you’d been. “ngh…h-hurts Sugu, please?”

You light up with hope as he maintains eye contact with you, the grip he has in your hair never wavering. It isn’t until you feel the glob of spit he throws at you hit your lips haphazardly that you realize you might’ve pushed it too far this time.

In all honesty, you thought it’d just get their attention- giggling at Nanami’s jokes extra hard and making sure to shove his shoulder playfully to make them jealous. They’d been so caught up in all the extra work they had lately, you felt forgotten. That plus the fact you were ovulating made you extra needy. And if they still didn’t care…I mean, Nanami was good looking.

Suguru clicked his tongue at your appearance, kicking your thighs apart with his foot before facing you again. “Why so sweet now puppy, didn’t you know that bad girl have to be trained?”

You whined at his words, a sharp gasp pulled from your lips when he pressed his foot into your dripping heat, a deep groan sounding out at just how wet you are. “Fucking whore, see that ‘toru? Seems our girls more dirty than we thought.”

You nodded desperately while trying to grind against Suguru’s foot, so caught up in his ministrations you didn’t realize the drool seeping from your lips.

“She’s fuckin’ drooling Sugu, she loves this shit.” Satoru gaped at just how much you enjoyed their rough actions, the sight of your teary eyes looking up at him while trying to get off making him unconsciously grip your leash tighter. You whine as he pulls you towards him, jerking his cock a few times before slapping it across your face.

“Hope ya don’t mind Sugu, wanna see her try n’ beg while I’ve got my cock in her mouth”

If it weren’t for the harsh intrusion of Suguru thrusting into your cunt, you would’ve excitedly lapped at Satoru’s tip on your own- that is until he began fucking your throat at a pace equal to Suguru.

You weren’t sure if they actually thought this would be a punishment for you, but at least you knew just what to do next time you felt ignored.

[a66-1]

starving.

Simon x Fem!Insecure!Reader.

Part 1 | ???

TW: Talk of ed's, negative self talk, low self esteem, bad mouthing (from reader to herself, comes with the territory) cursing, self harm. i tried not to be too descriptive with the reader, so EVERY insecure girlie who reads this feels seen. (these tw are for the whole thing, im pretty sure this is gonna be a series)

a/n: hey. if you need help, dm me. ill talk to you if you need it :). (also i made my banners. if you want one dm me! i make them for free, just with credit :)) NOT PROOF READ

i hope your doing okay honey.

Stepping out of the shower, the towel around you just big enough to touch ends is slipped around yourself. Showering is getting harder. You can barely stand glancing at the mirror now.

You dry yourself off, and hand the towel back up. You can do it, just walk past the mirror to grab your clothes.

You take the steps past the mirror, and turn your back to the mirror to change. Slipping your bra on, and it squishes the skin on your back and you grimace.

Once your dressed, you turn back around. The nagging voices are just waiting to pounce. I mean, what? You used to be so skinny.

You used to be pretty.

You decided to let your hair air dry, and you walk into your bedroom. You had work today, but you really wish you didn't. It was a bad week, you'd skipped 3 meals in the last few days and you know what your therapist would say.

'The progress you've made, hun. You can't go back now.'

The bad days are getting too close to each other now. You used to have at least a week between them, but now it's barely 48 hours. Maybe being off medicine isn't working good anymore.

Maybe you're no good.

You throw in a big hoodie, one that covers you, and some sweat pants, glancing at the big mirror in your room.

You can't stop analyzing yourself.

There's not one good thing on you is it?

Fuck.

The rest of the day was spent at your stupid 9-5, with your stupid boss, in your stupid, lonely life. Christ, being off anti-depressants is really hitting you hard. Everyone at your job is stupid and today every customer who wants to blow you ear off about how you kids these days, by the end of the day, your so tense that your shoulders are aching.

You got about 30 minutes left at this off-brand kroger store, when a big, big ass man walks in, shoving a mask with a skull print on it on. You curse to yourself, you really don't want to have to call the police for a robbery, you just want to go home.

To be honest, if he had a gun, you'd be half tempted to let him shoot you-

"Ma'am?" A heavy British accent came from your right. You turn your head, and scan his few items. You don't bother with the how are you's and you sigh.

"It'll be 16.84." You drag your eyes to his, and he reaches to his pocket, pulling out..

A wallet. What else were you thinking?

He hands you a twenty, and you hand him his respective change. He bags his own items, because honestly, you seem like the only worker in the store. Your face is written with exhaustion, whether it be from this job or something else, and the guy notices.

"Have uh... A good day." He nods to you, and walks off.

You purse your lips, and sigh, closing your cashier, because fuck finishing today. You're too close to a breakdown, and you're not trying to let anyone see.

You drive home, your hands tight around the wheel. You know it's a bad idea to be driving this emotional, to the point you wonder what would happen if you swerve your car into a tree.

You won't do it though.

You need to get back out there. It's why you stopped taking your meds.

You promise yourself that tomorrow you'll go out, and at least get a one night stand, you want need, anything.

Once home and in bed, you scroll and scroll and scroll. Doom scrolling is too common on these longer nights. You have a pillow tucked into your arm, and your hand squeezes it every time that pang in your lower chest rings out. Loneliness, you think.

You always scroll through your old friends instagrams or snapchats, seeing their nice bodies and nice boyfriends. You've been so nice and kind and karma should be on your side, but it always failed.

Especially after your last boyfriend.

Your friends say to wait.

To wait.

To wait.

But waiting is getting harder. Days are getting longer, and your head seems to spin more when left to its own devices. Why do you have to wait?

Your looks.

Your personality.

Who'd wanna be seen with you?

You flip your phone over, and shove your face in the pillow, your breathing staggered.

You fell asleep late, that night. The tears brought you to exhaustion.

woah why did this take 2 tries to write.

be waiting for pt.2

TRUST FINALS ARE SOOM COMING TO AN END and summer i will be STEWING TRUST!!!

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thank you for all the support. drunk simon blew up and im crying bc i came back after a 2 year hiatus and i wasn't getting the same feedback as usual so to finally seeing people enjoy my work again makes me feel great. <3

sorry simon wasn't in this part much. you gotta know the reader first tho, right?

bye babes..

-a661