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I beg your finest fucking pardon???? Why is this an actual ad I got on here???? Brought me out of my unplanned depression hiatus just to say wtf???

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Uh oh... someone's angy

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this blog hates donald trump

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Nothing Dies in the Dessert

Pairing: Party Poison x reader

Summary: reader fills Party Poison in on everything that's happened since they rescued the Girl

Word Count: 186

Warnings: mentions of death, violence, and Val Velocity

"You know, there's this kid who's trying to replace you," I sat on the ground.

My sunglasses, that I had nabbed from Kobra Kid a long time ago, barely kept the desert wind from blowing sand in my eyes. It was hot, but I refused to take off his jacket.

"He dyed his hair your color," I scoffed, "but he could never replace you."

They could never erase him from history. Neither side could. he was a symbol of hope, a symbol that everything might be okay.

"More kids die every day," I looked over my shoulder, spotting some draculoids in the distance. "But I won't let myself be one of them."

I stood drawing my weapon. I shot one down. Then two. Then I felt a piercing pain in my shoulder, followed by warmth pooling in the cloth of Party's old jacket.

They couldn't kill me. Even if they put a hundred bullets in my body. Because nothing stays dead in the desert. There are old wounds everywhere if you know where to look. Ghosts ready to come alive again. You can't kill a legend.

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Tim Shepard in Love

Pairing: Tim Shepard x reader

Summary: Head canons on how Tim Sheppard treats the girl he's in love with

Word Count: 261

Warnings: mentions of a brawl/book typical violence, I have a potty mouth🤭

First, let's talk about when he first gained the crush

Always staring, but it looks like a glare, so it's lowkey intimidating

a member of the gang is always nearby, always, no exceptions

he doesn't realize how scary he's being until he goes to approach you one day and you scurry away to hide

he's in a bad mood for days and he takes it out on the gang

he gets in more fights, and yells at Curly more often

This is before he even realizes why he's like this

the day he first realized he was in love, dammit he was done for

all you did was crinkle your nose a certain way when laughing at a joke one of your friends made

he was a goner, and everyone knew it

it's canon that many members of the Shepard gang can't read/don't talk "right"

but I imagine Tim is at least a little better at it than others

this comes into play when he finally leans against your car and waits for you outside the gas station

"Come on, Doll, can't ya see it?"

He won't buy you flowers

or anything really

he will however teach you how to use a knife on the chance he can't be there to protect you

lets you patch him up after brawls

lowkey will melt if you kiss his scar

I feel like he's lowkey a little insecure and can come off a little aggressive at times because of it

But never towards you

Outdoor cat kind of love

Some weeks you seem him multiple times a day

Some days you don't see him at all

but he's always making sure you're followed protected

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Wait...What Are Your Pronouns Again?

Pairing: Vaya and Vamos & reader

Summary: reader realized they've never heard their favorite twins referred to as anything but plural, so they decide to ask. Cue twin shenanigans.

Word Count: 271

warnings: Val is mentioned (this is a Val slander household), being the awkward friend who doesn't like to assume pronouns

We'd been hanging around the carbon shop, waiting for news from Val.

"Hey, Vaya" I heard the pink haired twin ask, "does this red make me look pale to you?"

"It's about two shades too dark," the blue haired twin criticized. "Try this one."

I rolled my eyes. I went to see if there were any other lipsticks the twins would want to see. I picked one up in a pink that matched Vamos's hair, and turned to hand it to him. Them. She? I paused, realizing I had never heard them referred to except either by name or in plural.

"Uh oh," Vamos snickered, "is someone experiencing a thought?"

"Shut up," I rolled my eyes, "I just realized I never asked for your individual pronouns."

The pair glanced at each other, the familiar glint in their eyes. I groaned internally, knowing they were about to be up to something.

"What do you think our pronouns are?" Vaya crossed their arms.

"I don't know, I don't wanna assume-"

"But if you had to," Vamos cut me off, "what would you refer to us as?"

"In plural or by name," I shook my head, "you know, like everyone else?"

"Oh, but being like everyone else is boring," Vaya groaned.

"Ok well," I shrugged, "then tell me."

"Guess," Vaya shook their head.

"You know what," I sighed, "I'll just put this lipstick back then-"

"Wait," Vaya plucked it from my hands. "Ooh, this is perfect!"

"It's very bold," Vamos nodded, taking it from the blue haired twin.

"Okay now seriously," Vaya held up a Crash bandicoot t-shirt. "Does this make me look fat?"

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Hey!! I got so excited when I saw that you wrote for Jekyll and Hyde, especially the original book iteration! :]

I wanted to see if i could request Jekyll/Hyde x reader content? (Literally anything. I’m so desperate for more stuff of them ;-; )

Absolutely! here's an idea that's floated around my head for a while and just never had a reason to write!

Unconditionally

Pairing: Book!Henry Jekyll x Wife!Reader (mentions of possible Book!Edward Hyde x reader)

Word Count: 586

Summary: Doctor Henry Jekyll had been shutting himself off from his wife, hiding away in his lab. Finally getting sick of it, she goes into his lab despite his protests, and discovers the true nature of her dear husband's friend, Mr. Edward Hyde.

Warnings: First person POV, mentions of mild violence (book canon altercations), Hyde, Dr. Jekyll stresses out his wife, breaking and entering Henry's lab

He'd locked himself away again. He'd been doing it for weeks, hiding in his lab with the promise that his friend Mr. Hyde would be stopping by, and to make sure I steer clear of him while he ambles about his business.

I didn't like that Henry spent so much time around such violent company. I had heard that he'd murdered one of the Prime Ministers, but the authorities weren't quite sure if they could trust the word of the maid.

It had been six hours since Henry locked himself away, and I was getting sick of it, so I made my way to his lab. he'd always told me to keep away, that the things inside of it were dangerous, but I knocked anyway.

"Poole?" my husband's voice came from behind the door.

"It's me, Dear," I rattled the door handle. "May I come in?"

"No," he sounded panicked.

"Love, open the door," I called again, "I'm worried about you."

"There's nothing to worry about," I heard a crash from inside.

"Love?" I searched around our yard frantically for something to open the door with. I had found a large stone, and began to try and break the door handle. Once the door handle fell off, I pushed open the door.

"Henry!" I called out as I kneeled next to his form. He writhed in pain next to me, as i watched him shrink as if by magic.

"Please, Love," his voice had changed, and he refused to look at me, "go. My experiment failed. I tried to separate good and evil, but I only amplified my intrusive thoughts-"

He groaned and I placed a hand on his back.

"Love-" I was cut off when he lifted his head, and I saw Mr. Hyde's face staring back.

"I can't control my urges, I can't control the changes anymore," he pleaded.

"Oh, Henry," I sat back on my heels.

"I gave him a fake identity so I wouldn't have to be known as this," he shook his head, "forgive me, forget this."

"Oh my love," I reached for his cheek, now younger than either of us had been for many years.

"Please," he groaned again, and against my better judgment, I left the lab.

Hours passed before henry returned to our room. I placed my book on the bedside table and stood to meet him. I cupped his cheeks, now as old as he really was, and I brushed some gray strands of hair out of his eyes.

"Darling," I whispered.

"Please," he tried to stop me from talking.

"No," I cut him off, "you need to hear this. I've thought about it. We have been married for near twenty years now, and you have never given me reason to doubt your judgment."

"Love-"

"I'm not done," I shook my head, "you are my husband. My other half, and I vowed twenty years ago to love every side of you. And due to Edward Hyde being a part of you..."

"He is a fake name I created for my urges-"

"And that's fine," I pulled him into a hug. "I love you, and he is still you. I vowed that much, and I have never broken a promise over the past twenty years, have I?"

"No, I suppose you haven't..."

For the first time in many nights, I slept in my husband's embrace without fear that I'd wake and he'd be gone off to his lab. Although, i supposed we'd have to replace the door handle.

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Rules

I reiterate: I am 18, some of my fics will feature mature content, all of these fics will be labelled and warned, if you're parents catch you reading things you aren't supposed to, that is NOT my problem

Masterlist

Requests: OPEN

Fandoms:

Dear Evan Hansen

Jekyll and Hyde (the original novel)

True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys (album and comics)

Various Characters:

Darrel "Darry" Curtis

Keith "Two-Bit" Mathews

Tim Sheppard

Absolute Nos:

Smut about minors (even the "but they're aged up au" makes me feel weird)

Noncon

Weird Age gaps (max of 4 years and both out of school)

Real people (I write for characters not their actors)

Other rules

Be respectful, this is a safe space for anyone except those who make the space unsafe

A like is appreciated, a reblog is loved, but neither is required

Do not translate or repost any of my works anywhere

If I post nonfanfic or begin to talk about the writing I hope to one day publish, keep in mind I have the right to not respond to a question for the sake of spoilers, but I would love to actually discuss the peek into my mind

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Masterlist!

Sorted by Fandom, not character (yet?)

❤️-Fluff 💔-Angst 🫦-Smut ❤️‍🩹-Hurt comfort ✌️-platonic 🌶️- not quite smut, just a little suggestive

Rules

The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde:

❤️‍🩹Unconditionally - Dr Jekyll x Wife!Reader

Dear Evan Hansen:

❤️‍🩹Just a little Longer - Connor Murphy x Reader

True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys:

✌️❤️Wait...What are your pronouns again? - Vaya and Vamos x platonic!reader

💔Nothing Dies in the Desert - Party Poison x reader

The Outsiders:

❤️Tim Shepard in Love - Tim Shepard x reader

Non-Fanfic???

Maybe....

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I think I'm gonna purge my blog of old fics and rules and start fresh and also do a blog redesign

Imma be so for real the only reason I haven't written in almost a year was because I holit writer's block and then never regained motivation

So if y'all see this is my first post but you recognize my style, that's why

(I'll keep the Connor Murphy one that still gets attention tho)

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Just a Little Longer

Pairing: Connor Murphy x reader

Summary: Y/n didn't realize that calling their boyfriend after a nightmare would save his life.

TW: mentions of death, self harm, and suicidal thoughts

It took me ten minutes to get myself to slow my shaking. I had woken up in a cold sweat, the only bit of my dream I had remembered being Connor's pale face. I reached for the phone, tears still falling down my face, and my hand shaking just enough to not knock my phone out of my hand.

"Con, can you come over?" I whispered into the microphone. I heard him sigh before answering.

"Give me ten minutes," he sounded exhausted, and I almost told him to forget and get some rest, but the click of the hang up button stopped me. Sure enough, ten minutes later Connor Murphy himself was climbing in my window like he had done so many times before.

"What's wrong?" he stuffed his hands in the pocket of his signature black hoodie, stopping only a few feet ahead of me.

"I just," I bit my lip, "I had a bad dream that's all."

"That's all?" he copied me, one of his eyebrows raised.

"You had died and," he tensed visibly, "I just had to see you to prove it wasn't real, I'm sorry for waking you up."

He looked guilty, he sat on the bed next to me and shook his head.

"I wasn't asleep," he confessed, biting his lip he moved to roll up his sleeves, freezing before he could lift them he let his hands drop into his lap.

"Can you stay?" I leaned my head on his shoulder, "just a little longer?"

"Always," he shuffled, laying down under my covers, motioning me to follow suit. I tilted my head, wondering if he was going to take his hoodie off or not. He closed his eyes, knowing my silent question. My eyes watered when I saw them. Little red scars rolling up and down his arm on top of the old white ones.

I knew why he hadn't been sleeping before, and I silently thank whatever god made me call him in time before crawling on top of him. I rested my head on his chest, every part of his body was always warm, except for his hands, which gently rubbed circles in my back as I slowly dozed off again.