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[veemarkki]

Coming Home (Part 2) (Poly!BillyxReaderxStu)

(Holly shit! You people actually like the crap I write! Thanks so much! Anyways, here's what you guys have been waiting for.)

Warning: Transphobia, Drugs, Alcohol, Gore/Blood, Murder, Mentions of Sexual stuff

The sun was shaded by falling leaves as the fall of their senior year began to creep in slowly. Halloween just a few days around the corner. A fountain bubbled behind a group of 5 teenagers, all to busy sharing the latest gossip to care about school work.

"Why would they ask you if you liked to hunt?" Tatum asks with slight confusion as she pulls away from Stu to look at him.

"I don't know. They just did." Randy rolls his eyes at Stu's response and steps in to explain why.

"Because their bodies were gutted." Sidney flinches and Tatum grimaces at Randy's words. Billy gives him a half-hearted glare before pulling Sidney closer to him.

"Jee, thanks for the image Randy." Randy shrugs as Tatum picks up the conversation.

"They didn't ask me if I like to hunt" Stu chuckles forcefully and gives his signature wild smile.

"Because there's no way a girl could have killed them." Sidney scowls and slaps the back of Stu's head before huffing indignantly.

"That is so sexist. The killer could easily be female-BASIC INSTINCT." Randy rolls his eyes as he makes a reference to one of the horror movies with a female killer.

"That was an ice pick-not exactly the same." He says leaning back against the nearby tree as Stu speaks up with an almost crazed voice.

"Yeah, Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out. It takes a real man to do something like that." Tatum huffs with a deep scowl.

"Or a man's mindset." Sidney glances between Stu and Tatum as they speak before quietly whispering.

"How do you gut someone?" Everyone turns to Sidney with pity in their eyes before Stu steps in with a crazed chuckle.

"You take a knife and slit them groin to sternum." Sidney shudders weakly as the rest of the table rolls their eyes. Stu raises his hands and shrugs.

"What? She asked." Billy glares at Stu as he wraps his arms around Sidney protectively.

"It's called having, you fuckrag." Stu looks down and almost pouts.

"Sorry." Billy rolled his eyes. He knew Stu wasn't sorry and, if he was being honest with himself, he didn't feel sorry about it either but someone had to play the good guy. The conversation continued until Tatum turned it back around to the recent murders.

"Hey, Stu? Didn't you used to date Casey?"Stu's taken off guard and chuckles nervously but quickly brushes it off with a scoff.

"For about two seconds." Randy chuckles at Stu's uncomfortableness.

"Yeah, right before she dumped him for Steve." Tatum turns sharply to Stu and frowns.

"I thought you dumped her for me!?" Stu growls at Randy.

"I did. He's just full of shit." Tatum rolls her eyes before turning back to face the group, Stu begins to nibble on her ear.

"Speaking of ex's. Did you guys hear?" Everyone perks up.

"You guys remember the girl/guy who dated both Stu and Billy at the same time?" Billy and Stu froze, their eyes sharpening. Sidney nods.

"Yeah, she/he was a real weirdo. I don't know how she/he was able to pull two guys at once." Billy gritted his teeth while Stu's hands began to clench.

"Yeah, she/he was super ugly to but I mean, Billy and Stu didn't enter their hot boy faze until Junior year."

"They." Billy snaps at Randy. Everyone looks at him with raised eyebrows.

"What?" Tatum asks finally.

"They. Their pronouns are they/them." Tatum, Randy, and Sidney exchange confused looks before Tatum brushes it off and continues.

"Well, she/he is back! Apparently, her/his dad cheated of her/his mom and so her/his mom gained custody over her/him. They're moving back into town." Billy and Stu exchange a look before excusing themselves from the group and walking towards Stu's car.

"Do you think it's true?" Billy doesn't answer Stu. Instead he hops in the back seat of Stu's car with a deep frown on his forehead.

"I mean, we haven't seen them in like 2 years." Billy sighs as Stu gets into the drivers seat.

"If they're really back then their dad sure has some shitty timing." Billy finally says as Stu starts up the car and drives off recklessly towards a house they used to consider home.

(I'll post some more later. See yea! Thanks for the likes!)

[mariekopf]

Y’all should know my intentions 🌚❤️💧

[milkamel]

My first ever like on tumblr was a bot. I am in agony. I am offened, and I am scared.

My first like on tumblr was this bot too this is a universal tumblr experience, initiation if you will lol

[danagerie]

I SHOULD HAVE MADE THIS RP HUB YEARS AGO-

Better late than never! Penned by DAN (31, he/him), this long overdue RP HUB BLOG will serve as a launchpad for even more Pokemon a wide variety of multifandom/OC test muses that strike my fancy. 💜

Stay tuned for future updates!

Please read my muse list and rules before interacting!

Reblog and/or like this post and I’ll check you out!

[beaucate]

𝓜aster 𝓛ist.

yellowjackets.

lacy ! ( s.s x reader x l.m )

it’s just lottie ( l.m x reader )

harry potter.

marauders. — poly!marauders / 5th marauder

withering petals

tom riddle.

long obsession

misc.

clark kent.

oblivious!reader.

obx — rafe cameron / sarah cameron

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You better not mess with me because I have 4 followers

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[ferfbish]

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[rafeyswrd]

HER ROYAL HIGHNESS

benedict bridgerton x princess (poc) reader

prologue.

After a series of agonising years of begging her mother to be let out into society — as a commoner would, equally putting her as the diamond of the season, the queen has finally, yet hesitantly agreed. Though with a single condition;

Sponsor the upcoming season. SUCCESSFULLY.

It was proven to be a challenge when her faith was put into the hands of the eldest bridgerton, whom was stubborn beyond belief. And it was only with the help of the second eldest that the princess might accomplish her goal.

However, getting Anthony to be married seemed to be less of a struggle in comparison to the hardship soon to occur with Benedict. Whose eyes never seem to leave her own.

OVERALL WARNING. smut!! (and lots of implied sex & talk), age gap (almost 8 years), toxic family, mentions of mental health issues, classism, abuse of power, mean ish lady danbury (i had to okay), alcohol consumption, misogyny, miscommunication, slowwww burn.

GENRE. fluff, angst, smut. a slight Rapunzel retelling, set in season 2–3 with mentions of season 1.

AUTHORS NOTE. ahhh!! i’m so excited for this, i’ve had this idea since i rewatched season 2 of bridgerton and read a one shot on here about princess reader, and it has not left my mind since. it takes place in season 2 and will have snippets of season 3. please feel free to leave suggestions of what you’d like to see xx

also!! i’ll finish your requests in my inbox soon i promise, this’ll probs make me go back to wp lol

[grcallison]

What do you think

[the-wonderful-aure]

Cheezbot is back. It’s liked my post and not a single word. At least I’m pretty sure it’s not going to send me nudes.

There was one person? Who tried but they were oddly polite about it like they asked me if I wanted to see it. Like? Is it a tumblr thing? Is there a consent rule here that even the lowest of the low follow???

Cheezbot if you are real, tell me. Please. I don’t know how to message people but evidently it’s possible.

[secretsbehindtimeseye]

[OOC: Surprised by the cheese, felt the need to make a doodle about it LOL]

[mariekopf]

My first time visiting Egypt🇪🇬💕

[lonely-girl-1612]

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[rafeyswrd]

a quiet place . day one.

sweetheart pogue!reader x best friends!brother rafe cameron.

SUMMARY: all you wanted was to spend a day work free. a tragic expectation really, when the screeching and dreadful screams sounded through the island. and after painful trudges and sour wounds, it didn’t take long to figure out that all you needed to do was stay quiet — and simultaneously take care of a terrified and overly scared cameron.

WARNINGS. teeny mention of reader being shorter than rafe. wounds. blood. violence. gore. mean!reader ( she’s scared okay 😞 ) . mention of mental & physical health issues. mentions of puking. insinuations of death. panicked rafe (?). probably unrealistic cat behavior. think that’s it!

WC. 1.8k

A/N. i don’t know if this writing style pleases anyone because a) first time writing in a while so maybe some mistakes, b) english is my second language, c) since i’m not used to writing from the second pov. please lmk if there’s anything to work on! since i catch myself writing unnecessary details many times lols

leave feedback please!! any interactions / reblogs are highly appreciated, i’d love to see where to continue with this ^_^

It was everywhere.

Blood. It was seeping through the drains embedded into the ground, a crimson layer running and carpeting the dirty tar roads. Your breath was irregular, hands clutching onto the sides of your shorts as you came face to face with the under mechanics of a car.

Screaming filled your ears, screams so agonising and dread filled it caused a rise of bile to race up and down your throat. And in a weak attempt to lessen the striking fear residing within, you scooted further beneath the car, watching from afar with hooded eyes as large claws dug into the floor with each heavy step it took.

“Help ME,” a man’s groans escaped him as he crawled near your feet, tugging at them harshly, “Please, help me!”

You let out a choked sob, his nails digging painfully into your ankles. No matter how lowly you plead, how creakingly you whisper for the man’s pleas to come to a halt, your begging fell to deaf ears, utterly ignored. And it was not until the man’s hands loosened on your foot, his body dragged by a creature so baring it knocked your breath out, did you finally throw your head back in relief.

The dirt and broken glass beneath you pierced the back of your shoulders, your chest rises and falls erratically as you scoot further away, only to realise the numbing planted in your ankles. Biting your lips, you pushed your body further up, feeling a tear slice through your muscles. As tears rolled down your swollen cheeks, your body glimpsed itself into sunlight once more.

Yet even then you could not let the louder sobs break free, not when the area was still crowded with ache laced yelling, not when you saw your flesh torn apart near your feet.

Your brows furrowed, watching in bittersweet anguish as she appeared.

Nona.

Your sweet cat Nona, who tiptoed around the glass to curl up near your hands, sniffing it before running the opposite direction. You look around, pushing your body up slowly as you limp near a wall, watching as she sneaks herself into a dark corner etched between two run-down buildings.

You trudged through, leaving a trail of blood behind you and you slid down behind a trash can, a lone tear cascading across your reddened face. Leaning up, you nibble firmly at your lips to prevent a fearful scream from leaving you at the sight of your damaged, flesh torn ankles and look around in distress when you take notice of your cat missing once more.

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

Nona was smart.

Being deaf did not prevent her from being the sweet support cat you were given at 14. She was a smart cat. Knowing what you needed, when you needed it – because sometimes your brain struggled to pick up signals of distress, sometimes it let you suffer until your hands seized and legs gave out.

And sweet Nona always knew how to take care of you.

So, as she trudged through the small town, she took a stop near a choking man lying on the edge of a lake. Water spurted from his swollen lips as he violently shook. Nona softly jumped on his chest, one, two, three times before his choking came to a sudden halt.

Rafe’s body shot up, breathing heavily as he pushed the rest of his body off the running water.

His face was wet -- tears or the water he was unsure of, but as he clenched his bloodied shirt, torn from the sides, he frantically glanced at the heavy weight planted on his chest. Rafe, for the first time that day, felt a sense of comfort wash over his battered body. The cat he loathed to see every time you would bring it over, sprawled in front.

It was an ugly thing in his opinion.

Furless, purely wrinkling pink skin and an unfortunate short tail. One of her eyes was crossed, and an ear was cut in half from God knows what.

He hated it, it made his skin crawl whenever he would sneakily watch you cuddled up with it on Sarah’s bed after a sleepover. But now, as he recognized the bright pink tag across her neck and the curled snarl that was directed towards him, Rafe allowed himself to gently pet Nona.

He glared when she pushed his hand away, standing before him, blinking once, and twice, before walking away.

Normally, reluctance would follow his senses but as he stared longer at the cat’s figure; your face painted his memory, hope flourishing within his chest, and he gulped at the thought of you all alone – or dead. He shook his head, gripping his head as his lips wobbled, you had to be okay. You just had to be. Even if it was just for his own sake.

1 minute turned to 5 and 5 soon turned to 12, until Rafe found himself standing 2 feet away from your agitated body. You were shaking, one leg bent as the other seemed to bleed through wrapped, white fabric that was ripped from the ruffles of your shirt. It had been the first time he’d seen you look so tired, so worn out and miserable and so out of your usual sunshine element; your smile lines disappearing with the deep downwards tug of your lips. It stung him, only slightly.

From the corner of your eyes, you sensed a figure watching over you, and you stilled. With gradual movements, you turned around, and a small smile drew itself upon your lips. Nona ran towards you, rubbing her head on your wounded foot, allowing you to grin.

Rafe watched intensely, eagerly moving near you and wincing when he saw you flinch; finally catching sight of his appearance. You clenched your jaw, gripping the garbage bin with force and limping yourself up. Clutching Nona in one hand and leaning on the trash with another, you straightened yourself enough to look at him with narrowed eyes, only to push past his shoulder and limp away. Mouthing a meek “go away.”

Though no matter how far you walked (attempted to), how far you tried to distance yourself from the Cameron boy, you eventually felt the heat of his body hit your back, causing you to trip forward and his lanky figure following you shortly.

Nona dropped to sit by your foot as your nails gripped onto a stone wall, a tear slipping as a crack emitted from your injured foot. Rafe’s rough hands found your waist, gripping you upwards with panicked eyes.

“I’m sor-” His pupils widened when your sweaty palms gripped at his chin, roughly pulling him forward before placing it on his lips.

Your stare was wide and filled with worry, swiftly glancing around with a frightened gulp. Rafe furrowed his brows, following your line of vision despite the bleak grip you have on his face. It was raining.

You tilted your head, the thought finally processed. Rafe’s distressed tone didn’t cause commotion, not a batted eye; and you tested the waters – “you need to leave.”

Rafe shook his head, “explain what’s going on,” his voice cracked, and despite the clench of his jaw or pursing lips you could tell he was beyond terrified. “Y/N/N you need to tell me-”

“Shh!” Your breath was rugged, and you shut your eyes momentarily before whispering, “Rafe, the survival ship that will take you away is on the other side of the island. I am not going to help you; I am looking for my family.”

Despite your erratic movements vigorously pointing to the street behind him, he stood firm before you. “N-no! You don’t get it, Y/N I-”

“Shut up,” your lips were swollen from how hard you bit them, glaring at Rafe, “Rafe. Please leave. They depart in less than 3 hours; I-I am not your stopping point for any sort of survival!” You were sure your face was red, though your anger came to a cut when his eyes welled up, and you can tell it took everything within him to prevent a tear from slipping by.

His upper body shook, “’m scared, okay.” He managed to grit out. “Just-just explain to me,” he sniffed, watching your hesitant gaze before adding, “please.”

You pouted, sighing next. Giving in despite every atom built up inside of you telling you not to.

Shaking your head, you licked your lips and stepped closer – a tactic you were sure lacked any intimidation points from how tall he stood. “Fine.” Shaking your head, you looked at him with a frown – unsure whether his emotions were a play of manipulation on your fragile state. “You cannot make any noise, you understand?”

He nodded, eye twitching and fists clenched. Rafe trembled with every inhale and exhale, observing you with hooded eyes, and he took in the sight of you — really took in how you looked, and the deep furrow of his brows relaxed ever so slightly. “I understand.” He spat out.

Actions that you wilfully decided to ignore, you didn’t care how hard it was for him to listen to you, or how manic he appeared; the last thing you needed was to take care of a man who ignored any help his way.

“I am going to my home Rafe; this is your last chance to leave.” Your whispers were getting dull, and breathing heavier, mixing with the rain taps surrounding you. Both of you were beyond wet, shivering and shaking intensely beneath the water drops.

He gulped and stared at you for an eerie minute before nodding once more, “okay.”

“Okay.” You breathe out, turning your aching body around, refusing to acknowledge his gaze – to which you do not want to decipher.

The train of thoughts had not paused once, reeling against the walls of your mind roughly. Rafe was beyond saving. He was an arrogant boy who had never taken your presence into accountability until he was forced to. A boy who made your friends lives hell, a boy whose father was the murderer of a man you cared for dearly.

You were unsure if Rafe would have ever helped you if your emotions were as brittle as his own, if you were coke crazed and panicked as he was, and you did not want to think much of it, knowing if you did, you’d quickly come to regret your decision.

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