#I would have the picture of him in the collection but I’m too lazy to blur the label again

[ratcandy]

i love the bug collection

whats ur favorite bug in the collection

There’s many in there I like but I’m gonna go with the one I named . This is Dave .my Mantis (at least how I found him):

stared really hard at a tree until a twig moved slightly and behold. A man

[tinkerbelle05]

Snuggle Bug

Characters: 1610!Miles Morales x Black!Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Miles is such a snuggle bug.

Warnings: none :)

“How long has it been since you've seen the sun?” You jokingly asked Miles. Rather than his desk being filled with pens and sketchbooks, textbooks and pencils replaced them.

You watched in amusement as he lets out a scream, clearly not expecting you. “How did you get in here?”

“Well when two people love each other very much-” You were interrupted with a pillow thrown at you. “Okay, okay, no need to be so aggressive.” You looked over at his desk, “What test?”

“Uh Trig,” he responded.

You give out a wince to it. You never liked Trig or math in general. Plus the teacher was a hag with a terrible wig.

“Maybe you should take a break. Take a nap with me,” you suggest to him slyly.

“As much as I would love that, I have to study for this test next week,” he tells you. “But afterwards, I promise.”

You fix him a look and rolled your eyes, “Okay fine. In the meanwhile, can I look at my pictures?”

“Fine,” he huffed out and went back to studying.

Smiling with joy, you went to Miles’ sketchbook collection and looked for the one with your name on it. He had a whole book dedicated to you in multiple styles and mediums.

Some were realism while other cartoonish. Sometimes he used nothing but graphite pencils and the white of the page while other times he used markers, colored pencils and pens all in one drawing.

You could get lost in the pages, feel giddy every time you saw a new drawing of you. It made you feel loved.

“Okay, I’m done.” Miles announces and stretches his body causing bones to crack and pop.

“Wow, who knew you were such an old man,” you muttered under your breath, eyes still in the book.

Suddenly you felt a large weight on your back, trapping you in the bed. It could only be one person.

Miles snuggled into the nook of your neck and you hear a muffled no. Then soft snores reach your ear and you let out a sigh as you subsumed to your fate as a human bed.

You light jabbed Miles with your elbow because if he's going to use you like this, the absolute least he could do is help you get your bonnet. This hair wasn't cheap.

“Okay, okay I’m gonna get it,” he said groggily and wiped the sleep from his eyes. He extended his arm and you grabbed it immediately.

“Don’t you dare use your web shooters to get my bonnet,” you warned him. The last time he did that, you literally had to throw the whole bonnet away. It was your favorite too.

He grumbled but got up to get it anyway. He gave you a warm smile before fitting the bonnet around your head gently and kissed you on the cheek.

He laid on his bed with a deep sigh but he looked at you with bedroom eyes, half-lid and a lazy smile. And you just sit there, on the bed admiring him. It was amazing how he could do so little and still look so beautiful.

“You gonna join me down here or…?” He questioned but didn't wait for an answer. He pulled you into his arms and returned his face into the nook of your neck. Eventually, your legs tangled and twisted together into one, and with your combined body heat you quickly went to sleep.

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[angelgarden-posts]

Your yandere writing is so nice to read, so may I request Malleus,Rook and Idia finding out reader is a girl,from far away?

Like reader‘s potion ran out in the middle of the day and they could see their body transform(?) back to their original form. +Reader trying to hide

Like malleus and rook watching from some corner and idia from the security cameras (or with his floating ipad)

Separately, headcanon or scenario is fine if it‘s to long

Yandere Malleus, Rook, & Idia Finding Out Reader is Female

A/N: ahhhh I’m sorry this took so long— and it’s probably so OOC too bc idk much about Rook 😭 (update: I got lazy and only did headcanons for Idia and Rook), also I think I’m just gonna go based off of their personalities instead of how they speak from now on 🥲

TW/CW: possessive/obsessive behavior, misogyny, stalking, mentions of kidnapping, cyberstalking, blackmail, sadism, mentions of death

Malleus’s Drabble:

Malleus had ditched Sebek and Silver in order to get to his classes on time without bother, and, as he leisurely made his way across the hallways, you just so happened to slip into his vision before vanishing just as fast.

His attention was now diverted away from his studies and he swept past the crowd of people, grateful that everybody made room for him, as this was a matter of urgency now that his sights were set on you.

When he rounded the corner, he immediately stepped back into the shadows and behind the wall, a startled look upon his face. The fae felt his cheeks heat up with an unknown feeling burgeoning in his chest, and he stole another glance at you.

But now he was also suspicious—why would you hide your secrets from him? He thought he had disguised his identity well enough for you to trust him with anything…

After all, the world was a dangerous place for females—in this world, it was a matter of biology and magic. You not only were powerless, but you were really screwed without the muscle mass a male was usually granted upon birth.

Malleus would have to wait until he could hoard you away though—it would be too coincidental if one of the five most powerful mages in the world vanished along with the Prefect of Ramshackle dorm in the middle of the school day.

Until then, he’d just have to keep a sharp eye on you.

Idia’s Headcanons:

He had memorized all the shortcuts around the school and utilized the ones that led him to class without much interference from others.

Once he arrives to class early, he’ll be checking his tablet to observe through the cameras positioned around the school, alarmed when you’re not in the area you are usually situated in at this time.

He switches from video feed to video feed, panic rising in his chest when he suddenly realizes that he passed a familiar but unidentifiable figure.

Idia goes back and analyzes the camera footage before coming to the conclusion that it was you—although in a form that would make everything all the more difficult to talk to you.

He was an antisocial otaku—how was he ever going to muster up the courage to talk to you now that he knows he has no possible chance at wooing you?

He had never felt more inferior and pissed at the prospect of earning your affection.

If he was anything like Malleus or Leona, he’d probably already be in a stable relationship with you, regardless of whether you were a boy or a girl!

Instead, he was a sickly pale and had the most unhealthy habits of all time—with only Ortho to keep him in check.

He’d either have to settle for watching you from afar, or follow Ortho’s advice and tidy up to look presents enough to be graced with your presence.

Of course Idia will be taking pictures and saving the video footage of you in your female form—it would be a crime if he allowed an opportunity to collect your most valuable secret to pass.

Who knows? Maybe he’ll have to use this information as blackmail, as he could tell that this secret could ruin your chances at NRC.

But you’ll never have to worry about being an outcast, he had the perfect reservation for you at the Island of Woe.

Also, it’s pretty doubtful that he’d ever resort to revealing your secret because it would be too much work having you transferred to his home, having you still like him, and keeping up with his studies at NRC (this part will probably be the easiest for him though, since he’s considered a prodigy).

Rook’s Headcanons:

It was never hard to spot you in a crowd of bustling students—and today was no exception, although something was inevitably different.

You had rushed through the crowd, pushing your way through students in a panic and vanishing into a secluded area of the campus.

Rook mused that he could use a different route to class, as an experienced huntsman could adapt to any situation and still make off with beauty.

He approaches your hiding spot with slow, languid steps to mimic carelessness and disregard to his surroundings.

He pretends to be preoccupied with something else while keeping one eye on you at all times, unable to hide his smirk at the side of your more feminine anatomy.

Rook really does not want to leave you alone, but will for the sake of your obliviousness and his own musings.

So, while he heads to his class, he’ll be thinking of ways to use your less muscular build to his advantage.

He could overpower you so easily, it was almost hilarious.

His hunt for you would be made all the more easy, and you could do nothing about it.

Of course, he wouldn’t attack so frivolously and reveal his knowledge of your secret so soon…

Rook would savor every moment with you, knowing that he was more than one step ahead now.

If anyone else were to approach you with malicious intentions however, they were as good as dead.

Oh, and your perfection was his utmost priority!

It was probably going to be easier in his opinion to wear more feminine clothing and products as well, knowing your gender.

Ah, how amusing and versatile his time with you would be…

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

Alright my dudes, it’s time for another episode of Bedtime Stories With PCE,

•Comeback Of The Year•

For those unfamiliar, the Bedtime Stories series has been continuations of fics I published on ao3, within the OrangeJuiceVerse, that I don’t feel necessary have a place within the official lineup. This one is a little different.

This story isn’t a continuation or something that happened when we were in another character’s perspective; rather it’s a what we didn’t see. Chronologically, this takes place after the main 5’s first year of college, during the time Cartman’s leaving Colorado and Kenjorine and Style are moving into their campus apartments, set between Extremely Stupid And Incredibly Avoidable and It’s Not The Frat Flu. (As usual you don’t need to be familiar with those or the OJV in general to read this lmao)

ALSO!!! This idea is inspired by a suggestion from my dearest sickfic queen Ana @alwaysinstyle and I’ll explain under the cut before we get into the story!

(Tw for Kyle’s eating disorder thoughts, mention of behavior and mentality surrounding)

So I’ve talked before about OrangeJuiceVerse Kyle being a recovered anorexic, and said I probably wouldn’t write something with him actively struggling with his ed, BUT, my fine friends, last week in the R.A.N.T. Park chat the girlies and I were discussing my impending move and the factors surrounding it (including your local Whumpshot Wizard trying to kick her own relapse’s ass before my husband and I move rip lol), and Ana slid into my messages like “I have an idea that could work for OJV Kyle” and I RAN WITH IT!!!

Thus, this was born. A tale of everyone’s favorite ginger coming face to face with an eating disorder relapse in the middle of moving apartments in the summer heat. There is a fair amount of angst, but a lot of wholesome moments too, a lot of hope and healthy communication in typical PastorCraigEnjoyer fashion! And plenty of Stan being the sweetest boy on planet Earth lmfao I’m obsessed with OJV Stan it’s fine

If y’all read this, PLEASE let me know what you thought, and I hope it pleases and sparkles!!!

Without further ado, here y’all go:

——————————————————————————

Mid July was excruciating, to put it mildly, even in Colorado. Kyle couldn’t imagine how rough summers must be for someone in, like, Texas or something.

Maybe the weather would be tolerable if he was lying in the shade somewhere with an ice cold drink in his hand, listening to Stan play the guitar, maybe watching lazy clouds float through the endless blue. That idyllic mental picture was a lot more pleasant than his current reality.

“Ay! Get your lazy ass over here and help Kinny with this chair!”

Moving.

The weird little house they’d spent the last year living in no longer suited the group’s needs, with Cartman declaring his gap year done and announcing that the online matchmaking and wedding planning service he’d been building up had taken off, that he’d be moving to Nevada. It was a fitting career for him, Kyle thought, but even if he and a certain abrasive fuckwad butted heads from time to time, that big of a change to the group dynamic made him anxious. They’d collectively decided to disband the SP Survivors Safehouse, all knowing that it wouldn’t be the same from here on out, but none of them giving voice to that.

It wasn’t that he was completely sad about leaving that place behind; it was kind of a shitbox, and these campus apartments were nice and well maintained. He and Stan would only be a few doors down from Kenny and Marj, and the units were decently spacious for what the rent was. Just… the adjustment of it all. The change in routine and life in general. That’s what had him stressed.

With a groan, Kyle pushed himself off the wall where he’d been taking a breather. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”

Out of the minute shade the shadow of the building had cast, his vision went spotty with the shift in temperature. Seriously, it was too goddamn hot for this shit.

Kenny unclipped the ratchet strap holding his favorite recliner (a well loved sidewalk find) to the bed of the truck, turning to look at him with a quizzical expression.

“You good, firefox?”

“I’ll be better when we’re done getting everything inside,” Kyle complained, and immediately regretted his tone. All of them were out in the sun, not just him. “It’s just hot,” he amended.

Hopping out of Resurrection, Kenny gestured for him to climb into the bed. “I hear that, brother. Even Fatboy’s helpin’ speed shit up.”

From the staircase, arms laden with boxes, Cartman called down a “I heard that, broke ass bitch!”

“I’m commending your work ethic!” Kenny argued back, wide grin on his face. He braced himself to catch one side of the chair. “Gonna miss that fucker.”

Kyle shook his head and slowly walked the furniture to the edge of the tailgate. “He’ll be blowing up our phones with stupid shit even more than he already does.” Though, it’d take more getting used to than he wanted to think about. He didn’t have the energy to stress over it more than he already had been. He sighed. “We’ll get used to it. Ready?”

“When you are.”

“Yep, careful, Ken.”

“When am I ever not careful?” The blond replied with a smirk.

“I’m not answering that.”

Kenny chuckled, enviously buoyant and upbeat in a way Kyle couldn’t seem to match. The guy had always been a little more go with the flow, cryptic and weird sometimes, yeah, but overall good for a smile when you needed one, and Kyle very much did right now. He’d been driving everyone up the wall the past few weeks with his neuroticism; maybe he should take a page out of Kenny’s book.

“Alright, dude,” he said, “it’s coming down.”

Step one and done, chair on the grass, Kyle hopped out of the bed to begin the arduous task of helping his friend haul the damn thing up the stairs. Not particularly heavy, but awkward, and Kyle wasn’t feeling very strong today. Past month or so, come to think of it.

He knew why, of course, and it was his own damn fault.

Stress had always effected his appetite, and with everything going on, he’d fallen into some… old habits. And the worst part was, he was good at hiding it, even from his boyfriend. For nearly five years, Stan had been diligent (on his ass) about his eating habits, his health in general. Stan didn’t find Cartman’s ed jokes funny even when Kyle himself did. None of it was funny now.

He didn’t realize what was happening until he was already in it, an involuntary deficit awakening long dormant thoughts and behaviors, secrecy and avoidance. The lying came naturally, and that made him feel worse.

But it wasn’t a problem, Kyle told himself. He’d get back on track and no one would have to know, once they got this new chapter of their lives up and running. Just a momentary slip up, nothing to start an upset over. He was fine.

To prove it, Kyle let Kenny lead in front, taking most of the weight as they climbed the stairs. His friend whistled something he couldn’t quite place while he walked backwards, like he didn’t have a care in the world. A sickening trickle of sweat ran down Kyle’s back, an annoying ringing in his ears.

His arms were shaking when they at long last made it to the open door of number 207, and he spared a glance across the hall and down a ways to unit 210, his new home with Stan, who was currently inside with Marj getting the couch set up.

“Kyle? Hey, man, you hear me?”

Snapping back to attention, Kyle pulled his focus back to Kenny. “Sorry, what’d you say?”

Kenny raised his eyebrows and started backing up into the apartment again. “Dude, I was saying we could put the chair in the corner for now. You alright?”

“Like I said, just the heat,” Kyle assured him. Though now that he was inside, out of the open concrete hallway with its hot wind, he was suddenly freezing. Freezing, but still dripping sweat from what felt like every pore. Maybe coffee wasn’t enough to get him through the morning after all, but he hadn’t been able to stomach the thought of anything else.

Cartman rounded the corner, wiping his hands on his jeans and scowling on his way to the front door to grab some more stuff from the truck.

“This is why I told you guys to hire movers like I did,” he started condescendingly. “By the time I get to my sweet new house tomorrow, all I’ll have to bring in is my backpack.”

“And yet you’re still helping us out of the goodness of your big fat heart,” Kenny pointed out. “You do love us.”

“Nah, fuck you guys.” Cartman flipped them a middle finger on his way out.

Kenny laughed as he set his side of the chair down, Kyle following suit on that, but not the laughter.

His head felt like it was being squeezed on all sides, blood fervently racing through his veins, clouds at the edges of his sight. He hadn’t even straightened yet, but the room was spinning. Kyle slowly pulled himself up, undeniable dread flooding his gut when the vertigo worsened.

“I’m-“ he started thickly, swallowing hard with a throat that felt like a stale desert. His own voice sounded like he was hearing it underwater. “Ken, I don’t feel so good-“

Kenny’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit, you look like a ghost! Okay, get down, get down, you’re good, dude, sit down…”

Even with Kenny’s secure grip on his arms, Kyle felt his legs turn to jelly right as his vision turned white.

He couldn’t decipher what his friend was saying, only that his tone was calm, reassuring and steady. How was Kenny so calm? Kyle was abruptly made aware of his own panicked breathing, eyes burning with tears while they struggled to focus again. He was on the floor, and didn’t remember getting there. Why was it so cold?

“-re you are.” Kenny’s voice still sounded distant, but a little clearer now. “Just keep your eyes open, dude, we know how to handle this, you’re fine.” The blond turned his head to the open door. “STAN!”

Kyle felt wrong. He hadn’t gotten snappy and irritable like he usually did when his blood sugar dropped, so even if he was low (definitely on the table here), it wasn’t just that. There was something else up too, and he was scared, and embarrassed, and whyisitsohardtohearanything-

“Ky?! Shit, baby, I’m here, I’ve got you.”

He could blearily make out the shape of his boyfriend kneeling beside him, feel the hand that burned like fire on his cheek. “Can you hear me, dude?”

“‘S hard to,” he managed.

“That’s okay, we’ll fix it, I’m here,” Stan repeated, and looked up at Kenny. “What happened? Did he fall? Pass out or just get really close?”

Kyle was vaguely aware of his tears being wiped away by someone who smelled like green apples. Oh, fuck, he was probably scaring Marj. He had to calm down; panicking never helped in a situation like this.

Kenny stood up, beelining to turn the ceiling fan on. “Said he wasn’t feelin’ good, and then he went all white, and then his eyes rolled back so I got ‘im on the floor. A low, right?”

His hands were tingling. Stan was shaking his head.

“He doesn’t freak out like this over it normally, you know that. Kyle, dude, what else is going on? You get too hot?”

Marjorine sounded worried. “Oh, geez, should we call 911? I’ve heard heat exhaustion can be real bad.”

Kyle’s heart felt like it was working overtime to get blood to his brain, stomach twisting with nausea and mouth drier than the wrinkled up orange peel he’d found in one of Stan’s drawers when they were packing.

Oh.

“Hypotension,” he whispered. “Gotta… legs above my head. Drink something.”

Stan nodded, already sliding a box under his sneakers. “Ken, there’s Gatorade in my bag at our place. Can you grab the full sugar one?”

“On it, bossman.”

Marj softly ran her fingers through his hair, rubbing his temples in an almost motherly gesture. “You just lie still and catch your breath,” she advised. “You’re probably just dehydrated with how hot it is and all. You’ll be feelin’ better in no time.”

Oh, no doubt, but if only it was just that. “I’m sorry,” he muttered.

“Dude.” Stan took his hand and kissed the back of it. “Shit happens, okay? You’re just gonna need to take it easy for the rest of the day, right?”

“Right.” Kyle sighed, uneasy and hating how much his body was still shaking, but at least his senses were starting to come back after a few minutes horizontal. “‘M just not built for summer.”

His partner snorted. “I know, baby. I’ve heard you complain about how sunburned you get every summer for our whole lives. Full on lobster the second the sun comes out. I don’t think I’ve seen you faint from low blood pressure, though, not since-“ Stan’s face fell at the realization. “…oh, Ky, no…”

The mix of shock and concern and guilt and sympathy and fear on Stan’s handsome face felt like a punch in the gut. Kyle couldn’t meet his eyes. “It’s not what you-“

“You were up before me,” Stan cut in. “Did you eat breakfast?”

His head hurt. “I told you I did.”

“And you were lying,” Stan inferred, his voice cracking.

His sweet, sensitive Stan. The regret of hiding his recent bullshit from the man who worried so much about him threatened to, ironically, eat Kyle alive.

Before he could think of something to say to save face, Kenny returned from his side quest, Cartman close behind and carrying a box labeled ‘Another Man’s Treasure’, also known as Kenny’s assortment of random junk to hypothetically be used in a project at some point.

Their no-longer-resident asshole set the box down on the kitchen counter. “You just had to have a dramatic little moment today, didn’t you, Jew?”

“Cartman,” Stan warned, ripping the the nutrition information off of the Gatorade bottle Kenny passed him with far more force than necessary, “I’m telling you right now to lay the fuck off him.”

Naturally, Cartman didn’t lay off. “Hell no! Using his sneaky little ways to get out of physical labor? I must say, Bone Broth, I’m impressed.”

Kyle managed something resembling a weak laugh at that; “Bone Broth” was a new one, so stupid it was almost funny. That is, until the other three shouted “JAR!”.

How were they going to keep up Fuckwad Jar records if the five of them no longer lived together? What even was the point of it anyway? It was too much, all too much. Too much change, too much going on, he felt like microwaved garbage and Stan still had an unreadable look in his eyes. Maybe that was just still Kyle’s brain catching up to full consciousness, though. He could always read Stan, eventually.

He’d have to explain himself later, because his boyfriend had shifted into full caretaking mode.

“Ignore him, dude,” Stan said, taking Marjorine’s spot at his head. “I’m gonna sit you up, really slow, okay?”

Kyle nodded, blinking away the dark spots in his eyes at the movement and letting Stan hold him against his chest, one arm around him for stability, the other guiding him to drink. The cloying taste of lemon lime flooded his tongue, but the thickness in the back of his throat from unshed tears lingered.

Kenny squatted down beside them, extending a fist. “Aight, grandma, dap me up. C’mon, I’m checkin’ your motor functions and shit.”

He obliged, slowly completing the handshake with an eyeroll. Leave it to Kenny McCormick.

Unfortunately, ignoring Cartman was easier said than done, especially when he let out an exaggerated groan.

“I’m so seriously, you guys. I could already be relaxing by the pool at my hotel instead of watching the rest of you coddle the damsel in distress, but nooooo, we have to pause the whole move just because one bird boned bitch can’t pull his weight.”

Kyle was willing to let that one slide; it was true, wasn’t it? Even if Cartman could have phrased it a little less cruelly. Marj stood up on his behalf.

“Eric!” All four boys stilled at her rarely used stern voice. “You know darn well you’re only actin’ out because you don’t do well with change either, mister! Now, apologize right now!”

“Damn, Buttercup,” Kenny whistled, audibly impressed. “Called Fatboy out.”

Cartman grumbled, rolling his eyes, but sighed with genuine defeat. “I’m sorry for being an asshole, now will you guys hop off my dick?”

“None of us want to be on your dick, fatass,” Kyle pointed out.

“Keep it that way, you anemic twink.”

“Okay, I’ve had enough of this,” Stan groaned. “Ky, the bed in our place isn’t made, but it’s put together. Let’s get you somewhere quiet to lie down, okay?”

That sounded nice, but Kyle really wasn’t looking forward to the third degree he was about to get. He didn’t want to get defensive like he knew he would, didn’t want to act like a dick. Still, he resigned himself to be swept up into a safety that didn’t feel deserved.

“Sorry I freaked you guys out,” he muttered, arms draped around Stan’s neck, Gatorade bottle dangling loosely from one hand. “I’ll help finish up in a little bit, promise.”

“No the fuck you won’t.” Stan tightened his grip, pulling Kyle closer to his chest.

As his boyfriend carried him to their apartment, he could hear Cartman taking over command of getting the rest of Kenny and Marj’s stuff in. Dread pooled in his empty stomach, dread that he wanted out. Kyle felt exposed. He’d been seen right through, and scrutinized, all over again.

———

The summer before and into his ninth grade year had been one of the lowest points of Kyle’s life.

He couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it had all started, but by the time he started to notice the changes to his body, to his pattern of thinking especially, he was spiraling down a dangerous path.

There was comfort in controlling what he could in the here and now, Kyle had realized, especially with the future seeming so uncertain. He wasn’t fucking stupid; he had known right off the bat that obsessively counting, competing with himself to see how little he could get away with eating, even shoving his fingers down his throat on a few occasions just to prove to himself that he had control, all of that was dangerous and would only make him feel worse in the long run. And yet, he’d spent months getting extremely efficient at running on nothing but his own stubbornness.

Kyle hadn’t been the one in control, though, not after a certain point. No, his eating disorder had controlled him.

His mother had seen it, because of course she had. But Sheila Broflovski, loving and caring as she was, hadn’t a clue as to how to approach the matter. One of her “solutions” had been to organize a dinner party with all his friends and their parents, a subtle way, he’d find out years later, to try and get her eldest son to associate food with celebration and love again; good things, not something to be avoided. But the well meaning idea had only sent Kyle into an anxious frenzy.

“Ma, you have got to be fucking joking! You didn’t think, oh, I don’t know, maybe you should ASK ME?”

“Now listen here, young man-“

Oh shit. Kyle knew that tone, and had dreaded hearing it his entire life. Worried and angry at the same time was easily the most frightening version of Sheila Broflovski. He’d seen a good amount of that side of her around that time, come to think of it.

And Kyle could out-argue anyone; he could diffuse high tempers or match them, whatever the situation called for. At fourteen, he counted that as the best tool in his arsenal.

But he had been tired, for months. So fucking tired.

Plus, the only people he’d never won a screaming match against were God and his mother. His voice had, for once, faltered.

He would find a way to make a damn dinner party work.

“S-sorry, ma,” he’d managed. “That sounds like a good idea. Just, uh, just remember that Stan doesn’t eat meat, when you’re cooking. Like, leave the bacon out of the green beans.”

She had looked like there was something on the tip of her tongue that she wanted to ask. Kyle felt the weight of her stare settle on his shoulders like the shirt that had been hanging off of them; incidentally what had caught the attention of the captain of overbearing mothers in the first place.

But she’d softened, apparently having agreed to his unspoken truce and switching tactics. “Alright, sweetie. Now, you’re doing homework in your room again, I’m assuming? Oy, you’ve just been working so hard since high school started! I’m so proud! I’ll bring you some snacks later so you can keep that focus up, bubbeh.”

Kyle had fought to keep his face even. He couldn’t tell her. Not even Stan knew he couldn’t focus if he ate, which was why he… kind of hadn’t been. But he’d nodded and said,

“Okay. Thanks, Ma.”

He hated to think back to that party. The whole night had been spent dodging pointed looks, staying talking as if on autopilot to act okay, to distract the people he loved. To hide. It was his problem, not theirs.

But everything that passed his lips that day did so twice.

———

Now here he was, and it was a problem again.

Kyle’s anxiety only spiked entering the apartment that was, in theory, his home for the next few years. It didn’t feel like home yet, just an impersonal cookie cutter one bedroom, its beige walls and vertical blinds taunting him. New chapter, they seemed to say. New chapter, but there’s a misprint; we’ve read these words before.

Stan softly kissed his forehead and set him down on the bare mattress. “You’ve got some color back,” he noted. “How do you feel?”

Looking anywhere that wasn’t into worried blue eyes, Kyle shrugged. “Okay, I guess. Hands are cold.”

“Baby, look at me.” Stan took his hands in his own warm ones and drew a deep breath. “Dude, are you relapsing?”

“That’s not-“ Kyle forced himself to pause and take the hostility from his voice. He needed to communicate clearly and honestly; immediately acting like he was being attacked would help no one here, and Stan only got overreactive when he had cause to freak out.

“I’m not sure,” he admitted quietly. “It just kind of… happened, I guess. I didn’t realize, dude, I swear. Not really.”

“…okay.” Stan was chewing his bottom lip, and Kyle’s heart lurched, feeling his boyfriend’s fingers twitching but not letting go of his hands even though he obviously wanted to chew at his own like when he got nervous. “How long?”

“Past month or so?” Kyle guessed. “Seriously, I was gonna go back to normal after we got settled in; it wasn’t on purpose-“

“That’s not you talking,” Stan interrupted. “Honey, you know that’s not you. That’s the anorexia. Trying to justify it.”

Stan was never this blunt. He hated using that word, always had. He said it felt too big, too scary. Kyle didn’t want him to be scared.

“Dude, it’s under control,” he insisted. I just needed one less thing to think about for a little bit.”

“Do you even hear what you’re saying?!?” Stan asked incredulously. “Ky, you know better! You know that’s not how this works!”

“Don’t fucking yell at me!” Kyle sobbed out, overwhelmed and hating that he was crying again. He was the least prone to tears of the group; another thing that was apparently crumbling.

Stan slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, hands up in surrender and eyes like saucers.

“Baby, baby, shh, I’m not yelling, okay? I’m not mad at you. I’d never be, no matter what.”

“I… I know,” Kyle whispered. He didn’t protest Stan’s hand moving up to cup his cheek tenderly.

“Kyle, you remember what you told me your therapist said when we were in high school? That it’s a slippery slope, dude. You give it an inch, it takes a mile, right?”

She had used a metaphor that stuck with him. say you’re climbing a mountain, sticking to the path that you know you’re supposed to be on. A few feet to the side, there’s what looks like a shortcut, something easier than the path. But what you don’t see until it’s too late, and you’ve already strayed, is that the shortcut gives way to slippery gravel, and eventually you slide back down to where you started.

“Fuck, dude,” Kyle groaned. “Can we just pretend this never happened? It’s out in the fucking open now, not like you’re gonna let me get away with more bullshit.”

Stan shook his head. “I’m not gonna let it keep trying to get you, dude. It made you sick.” He looked down, shoulders sagging. “I’m sorry I didn’t know. I knew you were stressed, I just-“

“Sweetheart, c’mon.” Kyle wasn’t about to let Stan blame himself for missing the signs. “Don’t do that. I’m just really good at hiding it.”

“Making your ancestors proud with your deceptive ways,” Cartman quipped from the doorway. He turned his attention to Stan. “Hey, Big ‘n Tall. Marj needs help with a bookshelf.”

Stan rolled his eyes. “So why aren’t you helping her? I’m busy.”

“Because.” Cartman crossed his beefy arms over his chest. “I need to have a little talk with Kahl.”

Clearly suspicious, Stan stood up and squared to their friend. Kyle knew the two of them didn’t usually have real beef, but Stan was obviously on edge and feeling overprotective.

“He’s not feeling well, assclown. I don’t want you to work him up.”

Cartman raised one eyebrow, unfazed by Stan’s intimidation tactics. All five of them knew that while he could certainly look scary, he wouldn’t hurt a fly unless completely unavoidable.

“Relax, Lancelot, I can babysit your languishing fleshlight without starting a fight.”

Annoyed, Kyle raised his hand. “You two realize I can hear you.”

Stan glanced back and forth between them for a pregnant moment, then sighed. He knew Kyle could handle himself, especially when it came to Cartman being an asshole, which was much appreciated. Finally, he sighed, relenting.

“Alright. Ky, just take it easy, okay? I’ll be right back. Cartman-“

“-Don’t piss off the Jew, got it.”

Stan bent down to kiss Kyle gently while Cartman pretended to gag. “We’ll beat it together, baby.”

“Together,” Kyle agreed, feeling like there was a fist clenching his heart when his partner left the room. Cartman sat on the edge of the bed and glared at him.

“You’re a fucking dumbass.”

Classy. “Thank you, Cartman, is that all?”

“No, that’s not all, bitch. Listen up.”

And Kyle was, picking up on the seriousness in his friend’s voice. He sipped at his Gatorade and gestured for him to go on.

“I need you to be okay, you idiot.”

That made Kyle pause. Cartman anxiously ran his hands through his messy brown hair.

“Look, dickhole, it’s no secret that your body hates you. Sucks to suck, and all that. But you’re stupid for thinking you can outsmart it. That shit-“ he gestured vaguely in the direction of Kenny and Marj’s place. “-That shit can’t happen. You can’t get sick like when we were in high school.”

Kyle opened his mouth to insist that he was never planning on letting it get that far, but Cartman held up a hand.

“We all know you love to talk, but let me finish.” He shot Kyle a look that meant business until he was sure he wasn’t going to be interrupted. “Good. Okay. Fuck, this is hard to say, alright. Okay. You can’t get sick,” he repeated. “It would fucking break Stan. The stupid hippie would cease to exist if anything happened to you, and you know I’m not fucking around. He needs you. We… all need your annoying ass.”

Against his will, Kyle started to smile. “Is this you admitting you’re gonna miss me, Eric? Kenny was right, you do love us.”

“Fuck off, I hate you guys,” Cartman muttered. “And Christ, just call me “fatass”, it’s gross when you use my name. Save the faggotry for that misguided simp of yours.”

Kyle laughed. His face was tingling, but he really was feeling a little more human. “Just trying to annoy you, fatass.”

“Good. Keep doing that. Don’t make it weird. Listen…”

Cartman took a deep breath, like he was about to dive into the unexplored. Well, he kind of was, starting his career away from the safety net of the rest of them, Kyle supposed.

“This doesn’t leave this room, am I clear, Starving In Suburbia?”

“You know, it concerns me every time you reference one of those movies.”

“Damnit, Jew, am I clear?”

“Jesus, yes. What?”

“If you, uh, if you want, I can ask my therapist for some recommendations. You know, colleagues of his that do remote sessions and specialize in your bullshit.”

Kyle knew Cartman hated talking about therapy, about his fucked up brain and cocktail of medications, so the fact that he was offering was wild. Probably not necessary, but wild.

“Dude,” Kyle started, “I appreciate that, seriously. But I don’t think it’s at that point, you know?”

“I have a call with him day after tomorrow, I’ll at least get some names.” The way he said it made it clear that he needed to feel like he was helping. Not for Kyle’s sake, but for his own peace of mind.

Kyle sighed. “Thank you. Seriously, that’s really nice of you, dude.”

Cartman scoffed. “Please. I just need you to have your shit together so I can torture you without, like, karmic consequences.”

Typical. “Karmic consequences, huh?”

“Uh, duh, dumbass. You can’t rip on an anorexic if they’re actively in it. Everyone knows that.” He rolled his eyes. “For real, though. Get your shit together. I’m not having this conversation again.”

Movement caught Kyle’s eye in the doorway. Stan, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, but his face was relaxed, like he’d heard that last part.

Cartman turned. “Oh good, the guard dog’s back.” He sprang up like he hadn’t just hit Kyle with the tough love he didn’t know he needed. “Later, cocksuckers.”

“Thanks again, fatass,” Kyle repeated.

“Thank me by not being a delicate little bitch next time.”

Stan took his spot on the mattress, eyebrow raised. “Dare I ask?”

Kyle sat up against the headboard, curling his arms around his legs and resting his chin on his knees. “Just wanted to tell me to get it together. Apparently kicking me when I’m down would cause cosmic chaos.”

“Can’t have that,” Stan chuckled. “But really, dude. What do we need to do here? I’m not letting this thing fuck with you anymore than it already has.”

Thinking back to the first time around, Kyle remembered how strict his rules had been in early recovery. Meal plan, online school, limited physical activity, outpatient therapy multiple times a week. Granted, he’d been pretty fucked physically and mentally back then. This hardly even compared, in his eyes.

“I… think I just need accountability,” he said carefully. “For a little while, it’s not like…” Kyle sighed again. “Believe me when I say it’s not like it was the first time, Stan. It’s just… call it a sophomore slump, I guess.”

Stan cracked a half smile, still visibly worried, but like he trusted him. “Little slip up? You’re feeling like you can get yourself healthy pretty quickly?”

Kyle reached a hand out to take Stan’s. “Promise. The mentality behind it isn’t the same, you know? The body dysmorphia and the compulsions aren’t there, I just fell into some of the habits. Call me on it if you see it, okay?”

“I will, dude,” Stan swore. “I’ve always got your back.

Stan used their intertwined hands to pull Kyle into his lap, softly rubbing his back. “I need something from you too though.”

“Mhm?”

“I need you to tell me when you need support, baby. With words. I don’t want to miss the signs again, dude.”

Kyle looked up into his impossibly soft gaze, both vulnerable and open. “Oh, sweetheart, hey. That’s not on you, at all.”

“It is, though.” Stan cupped around the back of Kyle’s neck, bringing his head back into his chest protectively. “We’re a team, Ky. How many times have you told me that? Whatever the game is, we’re on the same side.”

“Dude, don’t quote me at me,” Kyle laughed. It had the intended effect, though, for sure. “But I hear you.”

“Yep, and we’ll be all good in no time,” Stan promised. “We’ll get used to this new place, start our second year of school, all that shit. It always works out, right?”

“We figure it out,” Kyle confirmed.

Stan’s grin was audible, brilliant and soul stirring, even if Kyle couldn’t see it. “Turn that sophomore slump into the comeback of the year.”

Then Kyle did pull away enough to see his face, trying to feign annoyance on his part. “How’d I know you were gonna quote Fall Out Boy at me?”

“Hey, you started it, I just finished it.”

“Proud of yourself, Stanathan?”

“Very much so.” Stan lightly ran his thumb over Kyle’s bottom lip before kissing him softly.

And Kyle believed him when he said, “but more proud of you.”

[star-going-supernova]

I’m not really sure how to word this? Here’s a prompt for you I guess? Gregory would 100% take a photo in front of his missing poster smiling with a peace sign. Also I think he’s just the type of gremlin to take one of them for himself much to everyone’s exasperation.

Tumblr generated prompt number 4, here we go! Gregory and Cassie are both in their late teens here, in their first year of college. This is pretty slice-of-life-y with no clear connection to any AU other than a generally happy one.

title is a play on the saying “not all who wander are lost”

Not All Who Have Missing Posters are Lost

Gregory pulled out his phone and opened the camera app. Leaning against the telephone pole, he threw up a peace sign and grinned. Satisfied with the picture, he sent it to the group chat. 

Gregory

image_attachment.87265032 lol good times :) 

He stowed his phone in his pocket, mentally counting down until it started blowing up with messages. Then he carefully tore the missing poster bearing his face—albeit his much younger face—off the pole and tucked it into his laptop bag. 

He walked the rest of the way to the bus stop, letting his phone vibrate every few seconds, and only once he’d sat down did he pull it back out, snickering as he read through the small backlog. 

Cassie

XD you’re still finding those?? 

Vanessa 

oh my gosh pull it down pull it down we do NOT need a repeat of two years ago

Roxy 

who was even looking for you, lol

Freddy

Roxy! Do not be rude! 

Cassie

you look so young. so innocent.

Roxy

yeah but we know better ah dang it, i can feel fazbear’s disapproval from across the plex 

Bonnie

You were such a cute kid! Look at those cheeks!

Vanessa

seriously, though, what part of town is that? if there’s one, there might be more

Chica

Oooh! Congrats on adding another to your collection :)

Monty 

lol nice

Freddy

Are you on your way home, superstar? 

Roxy 

wee woo, dad alert! you know the rules, no sappiness in the group chat, fazbear

Freddy

What was sappy about that?

Cassie

if nicknames count, Roxy, you’ll have to start calling me by my name now 

Roxy 

… fiiiine, i take it back 

Gregory 

XD yes, Ness, I tore it down, and it was on Reed St, but it looked like some other posters had been taken off recently, exposing this one, so i don’t think it’s a widespread issue yes, Dad, I’m on my way back. just got on the bus, should be there in 10 mins 

He stayed on his phone for the rest of the ride, confirming their plans for dinner later. Cassie had finished her final exams the day before, so she’d already been by the pizzaplex to say hi to everyone. 

The bus dropped him off just down the street from the pizzaplex, and though early December was chilly, he enjoyed the bite in the air. There’d be snow soon, he was sure, and he was looking forward to some lazy days with a mug of hot chocolate and a warm blanket. 

Gregory’s first semester of college had been awesome, but he was happy to be home, and even happier to find Freddy waiting inside the side entrance that Gregory favored. He stepped forward into his adoptive dad’s arms, marveling yet again that he was taller than Freddy’s shoulders these days. 

“Welcome home, Gregory,” Freddy said softly. 

“I missed you,” Gregory told him, holding on tight. He sighed contentedly, the remaining stress from exams draining away. 

“Your winter break lasts a month and a half, correct?” 

“Mhm. And I plan on staying here for all of it.” 

“Good. The others have been looking forward to your return.” 

Gregory pulled back and unzipped his coat. “Just the others?” he teased. 

Freddy cleared his throat, which was as good a sign as any of his sheepishness (he’d probably been beside himself with excitement), and followed after Gregory as they descended into the basement, where Gregory had commandeered several rooms for his own use years ago. Vanessa had offered him a room in her house, but he’d politely declined, though he’d slept over there many times over the years. He was just too attached to the pizzaplex and its inhabitants, and also his independence. 

After popping into his bedroom to drop off his bags and coat, he quickly went into his workroom. It held his desk and bookshelves and the different personal projects he’d tinkered with over the years, and it also held his wall of missing posters. 

Freddy chuckled from the doorway as Gregory used sticky-tack to affix it into an empty space. It was almost like wallpaper, over two dozen posters with slight variations plastered edge to edge. Some were black and white, some were in color, and there was a variety of childhood pictures used among them. His favorite was one that misspelled his name as Gegory. That one was carefully framed. His second favorite, also framed, was a homemade wanted poster that Cassie given him for his fourteenth birthday. 

Gregory stepped back and surveyed his wall with his hands on his hips. “Perfect,” he said, pleased. 

“If you are satisfied,” Freddy said, “then we should go meet the others. Bonnie and Chica are relentlessly spamming me with frowny faces because I am ‘hogging you.’” 

“Tell them it’s your dad rights,” Gregory said, even as he bounded from the room, eager to reunite with the rest of his family. “Is Vanessa around? Is she still the junior location manager, or did they promote her again?” 

“She has been fending off a promotion for two weeks now. They reached a stalemate yesterday when she threatened to quit.” 

“They always fall for that,” Gregory snickered. “As if this is the time she’s gonna pack her bags, psh.” 

“They have been getting faster about calling her bluff,” Freddy mused wryly. 

They got in an elevator, and as they went up, they listened to the awful elevator music that hadn’t changed since Gregory was ten years old and running around the pizzaplex for the first time. 

“I am glad you are back,” Freddy said after a few moments. “I know you need to go and experience the world, and I would never want to hold you back from that. But I hope you know you will always have a home here, with us.” 

Gregory shuffled sideways to be tucked into Freddy’s side. “Aw, Dad. No matter how far I go or how long I’m gone, I promise—I’ll always come back. No one’s gonna need missing posters for me again.”

[topguncortez]

❛ is this the part where you kick me out? ❜ with my main man Jake. I’m feeling angsty tonight.

Also congratulations on 3K!!

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Ex Wife-Simpson!Reader warnings: angsty, mentions of sex, cursing, heartbreak, mentions of infidelity. Hangman Masterlist | Main Masterlist 3 fucking K celebration

You fell back against your mattress breathlessly, a thin layer of sweat covering your body. Your legs were still trembling as you tried to regulate your breath. Like always, the sex with Jake was incredible. He had brought you over the breaking point several times with his fingers, tongue, cock and even his words. There was something about him that had you doing things you had never even thought of before.

You could feel him shift in bed, turning on his side and drawing lazy circles on your bare skin. Your mind was still fuzzy as you were trying to come down from the blissful high. It was one of Jake's favorite sights, watching the once polite and collected ex-wife of his admiral try and regulate herself after being ruined by him.

"You alright?" Jake asked, leaning down and placing a kiss on your ribcage. You nodded and licked your lips, "I'll go get you a towel." Jake went to roll out of bed, but you grabbed his wrist.

"Did you cum in me?"

"Yeah, you said to," Jake said, and you let his wrist go so he could get you a towel from the bathroom. You could feel the cum between your legs and knew you'd have to change the sheets before Beau came home.

You weren't sure if Beau knew about your affair or not. You knew about his. You had once been the fool who stood at the Naval Balls and heard the women whisper about how they didn't know he was married, or that they didn't know there was another woman in the picture. At first you thought it was all whispers, knowing how rumors get started. But when he started coming home late, smelling like another woman, and calling out to her in your sleep, your worst fears were confirmed.

Neither one of you wanted to admit it to the other that your marriage was over. It was too heartbreaking to say out loud and have everyone know. You and Beau were high school sweethearts. The type of love you two had was one that was described in the lyrics of many soulful ballads.

Jake came back, this time his black briefs slung low on his hips, showcasing his adonis belt. He knelt on the bed in front of your naked body, and spread your legs. He let out a low groan at the sight of your pink, leaking cunt. He was half tempted to lean in and lick himself off of you, but instead and gently cleaned you off.

"Do you want to shower-"

"You need to be going soon," You said and Jake sighed.

He wasn't sure when he fell in love with you, but he was. That was one thing about Jake "Hangman" Seresin, when he fell in love. . . he fell hard. Maybe it was the fact that you could careless about hearing about his Naval accomplishments and would rather talk about his favorite book or listen to him talk about car parts.

"Is this the part where you kick me out?" Jake asked, standing up from the bed.

Now it was your turn to sigh, "Don't make this harder than it has to be. You know you can't stay. He'll be home soon."

Jake tried to ignore the pang in his heart as you spoke about your husband. It wasn't that he hated Cyclone, he actually got along well with the Admiral. He hated the way that he treated you. He hated the way that for years, Beau had been making you feel like you were less than him because you weren't in the Navy. Jake had seen you walking around in Beau's shadow, and he hated it. He hated how small and dim your light was when he was around.

"But it doesn't have to be," Jake said, slipping his sweatpants up his toned legs. You got out of bed, finding your silk sleep shorts and bralette you were wearing when Jake arrived. Your robe had been thrown on the ground by the front door.

"It has to," You answered, shaking your head, "Jake, this, us. . . I can't work. You know that, right?"

"You are lying to yourself every time you say that, you know," Jake replied, "Every single time you tell me it can't work, you are lying. And then you come back up here, where my scent is everywhere, change your sheets, and crawl back in bed and wait for your husband to come home after rolling around in the sheets with some other woman."

"I am not better than-"

"But you are. You are better than him. Because he's out there having meaningless sex with any barracks bunny who'll open their legs for him. What you and I have is different, and I know you know that," Jake took a step forward and grabbed your hand. You sucked in a breath as he caressed your face and brought it up gently.

"Leave him."

"Jake,"

"He's not good for you."

You scoff and push away from him, "And you are? I know what they say about you Jake, how you got your callsign? Why would I want to be with a man who nobody likes? Who nobody wants to fly with? Who nobody would save when you start to burn in?"

You knew it was a low blow, using Jake's callsign history against him. Ever since the Uranium Mission, he had tried hard to be more of a team player, but it was hard. His team didn't 100% trust him yet. They were cautious and sometimes avoided him. Jake was starting to feel self-conscious about himself, worried that maybe he was doing too much to try and get on their good graces.

He had told you in total confidence how much it bothered him that everyone saw him as a threat to be in the sky with. And how he knew, that there are probably pilots out there that would find joy in watching him burn in.

Jake's jaw dropped slightly, and he looked down at the ground. He gulped before speaking, "I guess I'll be going now."

"You should," You said, crossing your arms over your chest. You weren't going down without a fight, even though you wanted to run across the room and hug him, and tell him you were sorry.

Jake walked to your bedroom door, and looked at you, "He doesn't love you. Everyone can see it but you, and I'm not sure if that makes you stupid or desperate. But you continue to live in a loveless marriage. Just don't cry to me when he finally leaves you."

Jake slammed the door and left.

[strawbearytae]

stigma📎

“popular”! jungkook x underclassman! reader

genre: angst, hurt no comfort

synopsis: A lazy date between you and Jungkook is interrupted by Jimin. It would be the first time your best friend meets your boyfriend. The confrontation is already nerve-wrecking even without that fact that the two of you have your masks off.

series: part of my papercuts smau

———

Giggling as Jungkook proceeded to whisk the bowl though half the contents were stuck to his shirt, you continued to take pictures of him. After deciding to skip class (how responsible of you two) since the two of you had already completed the next two weeks' worth of projects, you and Jungkook decided to try the thing you were both bad at while the other teaches. Which was cooking for you and baking for him. The lasagna you made wasn’t too bad, a little burnt on the side because your supposed teacher for it decided to lay you down on the counter and make out with you instead of watching the oven as he ought to have.

“Yah.” Jungkook pouted as he blew a stray bang away from his face with a faux glare, “Stop taking pictures of me and teach me how to do this.”

“But this is so much more fun.” You smiled as you snapped another picture of his expression. “You’re so cute.”

You saw Jungkook’s face heat up with your phone, “y-yah! Don’t say stuff like that so easily.”

You practically grinned, “I’m not. I’m just telling the truth about my boyfriend.”

Jungkook bit his lip and looked away, obviously enjoying hearing you call him your boyfriend. For the last few weeks that the title had been given to him, he had been collecting those small moments when you called that. He always blushed underneath his mask before answering in a stuttering tone, which was why you referred to him as that in the first place. He practically obsessed over those little moments, replaying the slight roll of your r’s when you said “boyfriend.” Sometimes he wondered how “Jungkook” would sound from your lips.

“Yah~” You went over and clasped your arms around his waist, “Don’t look away.”

Jungkook continued to look above you, making you huff.

“Ju-Jaegguk.” You quickly caught yourself, “Please?”

“Hey Y/N are Mimi’s files on the coffee table-”

The quick shuffling of feet, the hasty voice, the door slamming open with the shoes clumsily thrown off moments before should’ve been a warning sign. An alarm to the storm that was about to unleash in your apartment, one that you could’ve avoided. One that you should have.

But you didn’t. And now you, Jungkook and Jimin were all staring at each other as Jimin reached for Mimi’s files on the coffee table. Jimin’s eyes bounced between you and Jungkook, expression shifting somewhere between confusion and bewilderment to a twisted gleam of realization.

Jungkook went white as he shifted his gaze at you. You couldn’t bear to return his stare.

Jimin was first to speak, “What is he doing here?”

You urged yourself to speak without shaking, “He’s my boyfriend.”

Jimin’s eyes furrowed, “I thought Jaegguk was your boyfriend.”

“Yes.” You nearly whispered, “He is.”

The silence was suffocating, Jungkook’s arms slightly shifted to grasp your waist. That move didn’t go unnoticed by Jimin.

“You’ve been dating Jungkook this whole time?!” Jimin took a step back as if the news had been physically blowing, “Him? Out of everyone in the world, him?” Jimin’s voice cracked into a shriek, “Again?”

“I didn’t know.” You pleaded, “We didn’t know. Not at first.”

Jungkook nodded with you in agreement.

“Since when.” Jimin demanded, “Since when did you know you were dating someone that broke your heart? Since when you decided to give your fucking heart to someone that broke your trust and literally pushed you into nearly killing yourself?” Your eyes widened, “Don’t act like I didn’t know, Y/N.” Jimin glared with glistening eyes, “I saw how you stopped eating and started obsessing over how you look. We heard your little mantra, Y/N. We all did. Tae, Miya and Yoongi hyung, we all noticed.

“Why...” You felt your knees sway, “Why didn’t any of you say anything?”

Jimin scoffed, sniffing, “You think we didn’t? How about all the times we asked you to stop going to the gym, that you were pushing yourself too hard? How about all the times that Miya coaxed you to get out of bed before you wasted yourself away from only leaving for class and exercise?” You saw Jimin’s fists shake, “How about all the times Tae, Yoongi hyung and I brought you food, complimented you, and tried to convince you to stop. The times that Tae requested you to make so many fucking cupcakes even though he hates carrot cake just so you’d eat one? You never did. You never looked at what we were trying to help you with. You didn’t even notice; you just mumbled your stupid mantra to yourself and pushed all of us away.”

Jimin was right. You never noticed your friends’ efforts to help you or little nudges for therapy. You had only been focused on yourself and presenting yourself as a perfect little packaged doll. You never noticed things beyond your own peripheral before you met Jungkook again. You were tunnel-visioned to fulfill your own delusion at the cost of your friends.

You were a shitty friend if you could call yourself that even.

Jimin’s voice went heavy, “And when we finally thought you were doing better, you’re out with this” he pointed to Jungkook, “Fucker again? After he started all this shit for you?”

“I didn’t know.” You whispered, stepping away from Jungkook to Jimin. Pleading him to give you a chance to explain, to apologize, “Jimin, I’m sorry-”

“No.” Jimin shielded himself, “I can’t do this, Y/N. You-” He let out a strangled sound before pushing his hair out of his face, “I don’t want to tell you what to do, Y/N. I love you. You’re one of my best friends but how... could you keep this from me. After everything he put you through.” He sent Jungkook a glare over his shoulder, you didn’t notice Jungkook lowering his head in shame.

“Woah, guys we’re gonna get a noise complaint-” Taehyung shuffled into your apartment, immediately freezing at the sight of Jimin’s angry tears. “Shit.”

Jimin snapped back to face Taehyung, “You knew?”

Taehyung curled his lips, “Only recently...”

“You got to be fuckin kidding me.”

“Jimin!” Taehyung called out after him as he stormed out of the apartment. He looked at you and Jungkook, “He’s knows?”

You bit your lip, “Yes.”

“Jungkook?”

“Yeah?” His voice was shaky.

“You knew?”

Jungkook lowered his head even further.

“Did. You. Know?” Taehyung’s voice had a dangerous edge to it.

“Yes.” Jungkook whispered.

“Since when.” Taehyung nearly snarled.

His gaze shifted over to you before they it went back down to the floor, “Since before Y/N knew.”

You snapped your head back to him, “What?!” Jungkook didn’t respond as Taehyung left, “You knew?”

Jungkook nodded hesitantly.

“You knew that I knew what this was.” You motioned to the two of you, “You knew?”

“Yes.”

You focused your gaze at him, tears of frustration building up in your eyes. “Why didn’t you say anything? We-” You took in a sharp breath, “We were just lying to ourselves, weren’t we?”

“Y/N, no I-” Jungkook reached out his hands for you before you smacked them away.

“This wasn’t going to work out, was it?” You leaned your head back before you looked at him again. His back was hunched over, and his hands were clasped in front of him like a disciplined child, “It was just a lie.”

“Y/N...” He pleaded, “I didn’t want to make you feel bad for me. I didn’t want to make you feel like you had to stay, I didn’t want to make you choose between you and your friends, I just wanted to wait until everything settled down before we talked-”

“What so you take away my choice to decide?” You willed yourself not to cry as angry tears pricked from your eyes, “You knew that I would stay, Jungkook. You knew that I would choose you and that would do everything in my power to make my friends understand. You-” You looked away from him, “You didn’t make that choice to protect me, Jungkook.” He opened his mouth to protest but you continued, “You made that choice because you didn’t want to be responsible, just like last time.”

Those last four words made him clamp his mouth shut.

Perhaps you were right. Jungkook didn’t want to be held responsible for spiraling your life. Like he did in high school, he didn’t want to make you choose. He didn’t want you to be brought into his orbit of insults from his ex-classmates or the flood of insecurities he carried. He just wanted to wait until everything popped, to be able to live like nothing happened, that there were no issues, before everything came to light. A part of him knew that if he talked to you, everything could have solved itself. But what guarantee did he have? His last experience with a relationship had consequences that lasted for the last 3 years. He only knew what an ugly ending was like, and he presumed that that was the only ending he deserved.

He hadn’t stopped the bomb because he expected the fallout as he did. Always.

You clenched your fists at his silence, “Jungkook.”

His ears perked at the sound of his name. His real name. But unlike the times that he imagined you saying it as you gigglrf “Jaegguk” with the slow, lazy “ook” that was laced with adoration, you said it with disappointment. With resentment.

“I’m tired.” You sighed, “I’m tired of us being like this. I’m tired of us not working out. I’m tired of the lies that we told to keep each other. We built so much trust in this, we invested our secrets and confessions but the very foundation of everything was a lie.”

“Y/N, please-”

“I don’t want to do this.” You cried, “Why was it you? Why did it have to be you?” You nearly pleaded, “Why is it always you?”

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook pleaded automatically, “I’m sorry, Y/N. I am so sorry.”

“No, Jungkook.” His name on your lips seemed to wound him further, “I’m sorry.” You walked to your room and shut the door.

He didn’t stop you.

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32. stigma🖊

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synopsis: flirting with your crush of 3 years wasn’t something you thought of when first getting twitter, a nasty breakup wasn’t what you expected either… but why is it that after 3 years and loads of droning on self-improvement and trying to become “that” girl, your gym buddy reminds you of the one person you wanted to forget?

a/n: Sorry if this is such low quality, I haven’t had the time to really edit these past few weeks. I have applications due in about two weeks so everything has been very hectic. Thank you to everyone who asked me if I’m alright! I’m not dead (yet!). Please hit that rblg button as a pat on the head for me for a good job (•ᴗ•◍)!

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[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Hellooo! I literally refresh ur blog RELIGIOUSLY for content, lmao. Would love it if you could do a fandom ship for me

My Appearance

I’m a 5’7 dude with fluffy dark brown hair, but I dyed it strawberry blonde a little while ago- you can tell I’m a brunette since my roots have started showing again. My eyes are also dark brown, and I have a light tannish skin tone with a couple of moles here and there (I’m POC, for better reference) My favorite color is blue, so I’m always wearing different shades of it (navy, cerulean, baby blue, sky blue etc.) and my style is kinda e-boy/soft grunge

My Personality

I like to think that I’m a pretty chill guy. I mostly spend my time playing video games (Minecraft, Pokémon, Genshin and honkai star rail) and minding my own business. my grades are average since I’m too lazy to really study. I’m autistic and extremely socially anxious, so I tend to be non-verbal out in public and I never willingly go outside. That being said, I have a lot of online friends who I love chatting with, and I sorta have dark humor (NOT sexism or racism, I mean dark humor as in joking abt my mental health - which is shit, lmao). I’m also lowkey a nerd, so I love analyzing video game lore and making theories cuz Matpat lowkey raised me.

My Hobbies

As I mentioned previously, I’m obsessed with video games. However, I also like comic books and listening to music while I draw! I’m not a professional artist or anything, but I like to sketch and doodle my fav characters when I can. Idek if this counts as a hobby, but I also collect whatever coins, beer caps, paper clips or any general trinket I can find. One time I found this really tiny tennis racket on the floor at school (it’s plastic and barely the size of my thumb) and I’ve kept it in my purse ever since. Yes, I have a purse- they’re cute as hell

Uhhh, I think that’s it! Pls do the Outsiders or Slaughter fandom!! Ty

IM DOING BOTH BECUASE YOU COMPLIMENYED MEEEEEEE!!!! Ignore my spelling im gay ok

MATPAT RAISED ME TOO LETS BE FRIENDS ANON

Now to the ships:

The Outsiders: Ponyboy Curtis

Explanation: BCUZ I SAID SO/j You and Ponyboy both have special obsessions that you bond over. I think he really likes your style, the way you look, and how especially it contrasts to him. (He’s totally not jealous, yk what they say if you can’t be them be with them) You’re the most interesting person he’s met in the relatively boring town of Tulsa Oklahoma, and he thinks your style is tuff as hell. He would love watching Film Theory with you and doing his own mini analysis, and I think your less social personality would fit with him just perfectly, and he would make sure to respect all of your boundaries. He loves draw with you and listen to music with you, and he loves that you collect things, which is convenient for him because he can’t buy you super expensive gifts due to his low income household, but he can find you cool little knickknacks and such! He wears blue to match you a lot. Yall just chill and vibe together and we love it Yall are cute I ship it 💚

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Texas Chainsaw Massacre:

Nubbins Sawyer

Explanation: I think you and Nubs are an amazing fit together!!! You both have artistic souls….. in much different ways and he has a purse just like you and also likes collecting little things and I think if he ever found anything cool while scavenging for roadkill he’d totally give it to you and you’d probably just have to be like Nubs… I don’t want a dead rat tail…. 💀 But anyway yall are so cute together, I think his more giddy/insane personality is a great constrast to your more shy/chill seeming one. He’s used to being judged for the way he is so I think he would understand you in a lot of ways- not to mention he LOVES your humor, because he has a pretty wacky dark sense of humor himself, and he’s also used to being judged for that too. He would definitely take lotsa pictures of you and then show them to victims. (And ask if you’re attractive and if they say no they get tortured for hours) He loves listening to your rants about your obsessions and in return you have to listen to hours of him ranting about cool roadkill he found that day or how he made a new trap better for catching victims! He also really likes your style despite not being that aware of fashion in general- You both have a way of understanding eachother like to one else. Ayway I love you both I ship it even though Nubs is my pookie

[the-hungdeli-hermit]

finally wrote up a somewhat proper explanation as to why Roulette doesn’t like Chai at the start of her rather tumultuous journey. I don’t know if this can be considered a long read post but here’s your warning. Oh, and you can scroll down for some lineart pieces (really proud of those two) and another mention of a NIN album.

because we love NIN in this house

At first glance it might seem like Roulette hates Chai’s guts to an unimaginable degree, but “hate” is too strong of a word here, even in her own opinion. Yes, she does find him rather annoying, arrogant, idiotic in his antics and just in general the biggest dumbass she’s ever laid her eyes on. At the same time, she knows it’s rather pointless to be as nasty as she is to him at times, yet she feels as though she can’t stop now, like she has to be mean to him. Acting all nice and calm towards him after everything she’s said to him would be like admitting some so sort of defeat to herself.

(And she’s can be a stubborn bitch sometimes, even when she knows how she’s acting towards him is incredibly mean and stupid (her first meeting with him basically clouds her judgment; the reason for initially disliking him is really petty, a spur of a moment situation))

The issue runs deeper than that though. Ru is angry with Chai not just because he feels like a caricature of every lazy loser who thinks they’re the hottest shit out there, but because she is extremely envious of him, both his character and position. Seemingly a nobody from God knows where gets a prosthetic for garbage collection and then becomes an ambassador for one of the departments of a multibillion tech company just… because? A literal college-dropout, a slacker who doesn’t take his job seriously and just seems to leech off of the company he works for? And people even like him?!

Is it really because of his positive attitude? His stupid smile? Or… is he just that charming and lovable compared to her? It seems as though everything comes to him easily, without him even trying, that he is just that incredibly lucky.

Of course, Ru doesn’t knows his situation, what he’s been through to get to this point in time and who he had to face. Heck, we don’t even know what his past was like, but we can only assume that it wasn’t that great. She thinks her comments don’t really affect him much, that he brushes them off with ease and just goes about his life being all “rockstar” or something. 

And he does, but some of them just hit way too close to home without even meaning too.

She dreamt big too, you know? Big dreams of her own, that she couldn’t fulfil due to her life circumstances. And here he is, a reminder that more often than not, hard work is not enough. Just one lucky moment can be enough change your life completely, and her hard work couldn’t compare to that. 

At least she got lucky this time, getting accepted into Vandelay Tech as a mere HR-assistant. She thought she could change her life around completely, start fresh in a new and unfamiliar environment.

And she did, but wherever you go, you’ll always have yourself, right? And you can’t really outrun your own problems like that. It might give you more motivation to work on yourself, but in the end… who is to say that it’ll actually help you?

Their relationship will improve eventually, but only after someone will be saved once and at least one attempted murder/voluntary manslaughter? Hard to tell 

Also LISTEN TO «With Teeth» BY NINE INCH NAILS IT LITERALLY DESCRIBES HER CURRENT STATE AND FEELINGS. YOU CAN JUST READ THE TITLES OF THE SONGS AND ALREADY GET A GOOD PICTURE

Actually JUST LISTEN TO NINE INCH NAILS IN GENERAL. And I’m not just talking The Downward Spiral or Pretty Hate Machine (both are wonderful, of course), but listen to other works too.

And now, the little art pieces:

Still experimenting with style and how to draw Roulette. The last post with her was leaning more into being somewhat realistic, while this one is just… cute. Which I really like! And of course, the second is more of an experiment with lineart. Still love my Sakura Pigma Micron pens to death, they just hit different. The scratchy look turned out lovely on the second piece.

oh yeah, and these two are the same person

[richardsgraysons]

hello! I saw the batboys matchup and was curious

For personality I have been told that I can be very passionate and intense when it comes to the things I’m interested in

This usually revolves around hero related stuff, but can be other things too especially academics

I’m pretty good with kids, lots say I act like a giant kid a lot so that’s probably why I get along well with them XD

My features are curly brown hair and brown eyes I usually wear just a T-shirt with some picture or design on it and jeans, I also have a medical device I sometimes decorate when I’m up for that but usually I’m lazy and leave it as is and don’t even try to cover it or hide it lol I also usually wear noise canceling headphones that are white and black but other than that very little if any accessories, also he/him pronouns

For hobbies I love collecting, tabletop games, and writing analysis usually about superheroes, my most notable stuff being about the genetics/inheritance of superpowers as well as the psychological and physiological effects of them

I spend most of my time in the library and with librarians, I’m getting my associates in psychology right now and my dream is to get a masters in library sciences and be a librarian myself one day

TIM DRAKE

library sciences? you know tim’s gonna be at the library every day trying to check out a book

“so what do you suggest…?” and through WE and RR and everything, he manages to read the book in one day and talk about it to you tomorrow

he has definitely paid dick to take his shift as red robin at times so he can read pachinko in one go and talk about it

also it’s definitely imperative that you’re focused on your studies. tim appreciates someone who can keep up with him on a mental capacity

he definitely gets you your favorite drink when you’re working. just randomly pop up with chamomile or black coffee or whatever you like and goes “i just guessed you’d want it”, and even if you didn’t, it’s the thought that counts 🫶

he would also invest in a pair of AirPods between the two of you. he wants to listen what you’re listening to

tim would stare at your collections and ask so many questions about them that even you might get annoyed (but you won’t, because he asks genuinely good questions and shows a real interest)

that is such a unique hobby op!! tim would be fascinated by that and probably compare jon or clark or hal with that and then support it with his own evidence!!

[dk-wren]

It's a day late, but here's a little update for WIP Wednesday!

Finally had time to work on a fic that was supposed to be ready for Kazurei week (oops). I have just a bit more to write and then editing it, but hoping to have it finished by the end of the weekend!

Hope you enjoy!

Rei stared at his reflection in the mirror. He had just finished tying his red tie, the final piece of what used to be his “uniform” when completing a hit. “Can’t believe I’m wearing this again,” Rei mumbled to himself. After the events at Suwa Manor a few Christmases ago, he hadn’t technically sworn to never wear a suit again, but he didn’t like all the memories associated with wearing one. Kazuki insisted on cleaning both of their bloodied and shredded clothes right after they got back from Miri’s Christmas party, so the suit itself was clean and had been collecting dust in Rei’s closet ever since. Rei tended to push it towards the side of his closet so he wouldn’t have to look at it too often. He didn’t particularly care for the suit to be hanging right in front of him whenever he got changed, pressed and clean, as if ready to be worn on his next assignment. Luckily though, that next assignment never came.  “Two, three years ago was it?” Rei thought to himself. “So much has happened since that day I don’t even remember how long it’s been since I’ve worn this suit.” At least to Rei, “so much” meant the ins and outs of “normal” life: washing the dishes, attempting to do the weekly marketing, spending a lazy weekend morning with Kazuki and Miri-everything that signaled to Rei, he was no longer just a living weapon. Signaling instead that he was part of a family, and one that loved him for who he was, and giving it his all when it came to his new title, Papa. Seeing that the three of them had been living together and operating as a family unit for some time, Kazuki threw out the suggestion of finding a local photo studio and having their picture taken. It wasn’t something Kazuki had really considered doing, but one night when their family was playing a card game on Kazuki and Rei’s bed, Miri noticed a framed picture of Kazuki and Yuzuko sitting on one of his bedside shelves. She pointed it out and asked if that was her Papa Kazuki and “Auntie Yuzuko,” drawing Kazuki and Rei’s attention to the little photo. Kazuki smiled and told her, “Yes, it is, Miri. We had that photo taken right before she passed. We didn’t know at the time it would be one of the last we took, but I’m glad to have it.” Rei caught the slightest glimmer of sadness pass over Kazuki’s face before perking back up at Miri gushing how dressed up and pretty they looked in their picture. A few days of contemplating later, Kazuki threw out the idea of having family photos taken to Rei to see what he thought, that is before he brought it up to Miri who he predicted would be all over the idea. “Sort of like making our little family official official,” Kazuki explained when pitching the idea. Rei sat watching Kazuki as he seemed lost in his thoughts for the next few moments, before continuing on, “Maybe this is a dumb idea. I think I was just fixating on the memory after Miri pointed it out. We don’t have to go get our picture taken if you don’t want to, I mean we have plenty of other photos with all of us, which I’d say still count as proof that we really are a family,” Kazuki finished. 

I guess for a little bit of context, this was meant for the Day 1 prompt "Firsts"

-Dakota Wren

[the-cannibal]

Could I please get a matchup, thank you for the opportunity!

I go by the name of Nex, I'm 5'8 tall, an Istp, Capricorn, ADHD filled with severe social anxiety. I have really short brown hair, brown eyes and I'm mixed.

I absolutely love drawing and making up Ocs (Original characters). I also have a huge obsession with Pokémon, I collect Pokémon plushies, clothes, books, cards and literally anything you can imagine. Cats are my absolute favourite animal and I own 3 that mean the world to me!

I'm kinda childish and I have the habit of constantly daydreaming or dozing off if I'm bored or sometimes completely randomly. I'm often called really lazy but I just struggle to find motivation for most things. I'm usually Very calm but if someone pushes me around too much I will physically fight them without no warning.

I bite when showing affection (only if the person doesn't mind) I'm not used to getting compliments so if someone compliments me I'll be extremely shy and flustered but deny it.

And again thank you for the opportunity! I hope you have a great day

Oh my gosh is your picture gengar because if yes I love that! I wrote this on my phone so I’m sorry if it gets laid out weird

I paired you with…

Jason Vorhees!

This sweet man I think would be perfect for you! You’re childish? (Honestly same-) so is he! You can bet money that you would find him snuggled up on the couch with one… okay more like most, of your plushies wrapped in his arms.

He doesn’t quite understand what Pokémon is exactly, but he recognizes it! So do not be surprised if you wake up to some new books, shirts, plushie, cards, just laying on the table for you to find. I can neither confirm nor deny that the last owner of these items are alive.

I think his favorite Pokémon would be cubchoo so if you have a plush of them, respectfully that is now Jason’s. Sorry I don’t make the rules. Besides how could you say no to that cute face of his 🥺

Jason would try to braid your hair. You know it’s too short for that but he still tries! He is very determined! It’s quite adorable.

I totally see Jason as a cat dad. You guys laying in bed, snuggling with your cats as you contemplate getting up to start the coffee pot or tea kettle. Jason isn’t lazy, he has things to do around the camp to make sure no one trespasses, but he has offically made saturdays “Nex and Jason” day! You guys hang out inside the cabin, snuggling, watching movies, making art… just enjoying each others presence!

If he catches you day dreaming he will probably snap you out of it to make sure you are okay, he is a big mother hen and worries at the slightest things.

The first time you bit him he was a bit shocked? It didn’t hurt him at all (my guy has literally been stabbed, shot, killed and brought back from the dead. He can handle a lot-) but he had never seen someone give affection that way… no no no! Don’t stop! It’s cute! Just make sure you are biting him when he doesn’t have blood covering him.

He is very shy as well, so both of you are blushing messes when it comes to complimenting each other.

Oh look Jason! Another calm person just for you! Isn’t that so nice- oH MY GOD ARE THEY IN A FIST FIGHT-?!

Yeah he definitely holds you back in his arms as you flail around like a rabid raccoon.

[orchidyoonkook]

BTS ask game:

5, 21, 30, 38, 45! 💝

Violet, my love. My darling. I adore you.

5. Favorite album?

Goddamnit uhhhhhhh. That’s a hard one. My lazy ass wants to say proof cuz it has 90% of my favourites. But I’ll answer properly and say probably a tie between Love Yourself: Tear and Love Yourself: Her

21. Name the feature you like the most about each member!

Let’s go with physical features so I don’t lose my mind.

Jin: cheek bones dude. Cheek. Bones.

Yoongi: 🫠🫠 hands or face. Or literally everything.

Hobi: SMILE. Or his nose tbh.

Joon: mmm. Big. Uh I mean Um aside from his brain and all it’s inner workings his eyes. They are what made him my initial bias and I credit them for making me army.

Jimin: jawline. It’s unmatched.

Tae: His ratios. Like his body proportions. Top. Notch.

Jk: all of him. Nose. Eyes. Thighs. Tattoos. TATTOOS. Heart. Brain. Abs are cool. Forearms.

Take away the fact he’s JK. Pretend he’s a nobody on the street. He’s literally my ideal physical type. Muscular but not too much. Taller than me by a bit. Tatted up. Strong features. Good nose. Kind eyes. Cute smile. Good hands and legs. He matches up with everything.

30. Rank the dance line in terms of favourite dancing style!

Jimin. JK. Hobi. V.

38. What accessory would you bring for a fansign and for which member?

Like to give them?

I’m kind of anal about gift giving. I like them to be something the person would genuinely want and use or admire. So I don’t quite know what I would give?

Funny enough, I’ve actually done this with another band. My mum and I gave them all bracelets on tour and they wore them for the rest of it and I have the pictures to prove it.

My very first thought though is something signed by Nas for Joon. But I would most likely do hella research first to see what I could reasonably get one of them and they’d use and enjoy it.

45. If money, distance and the like weren't a problem, what kind of gift would you give them to their birthday?

Well. That being said with the previous question. I literally spent like 25 minutes on this. Yoongi and Jk were the hardest. Tae was the easiest.

Jin: a motor fishing boat, one he could take out and use any time he wanted or needed to

Yoongi: a bottle of nicely aged whiskey, the day off in bed (or just at home) with holly, and a fresh, black leather bound notebook with a personalized inscription on the inside to write down new ideas.

Hobi: collaboration collection deal with Kaws where he’s the creative director for the figures

Joon: lunch or dinner with his three biggest life and musical influences.

Jimin: a trip to a national Korean ballet company show and dinner at his favourite restaurant

Tae: original drawings//stills from the early simpsons episodes signed by the creators

JK: an anonymous day back home where he could walk anywhere he wanted like any other person and not be recognized by people or paps or dispatch. Just a regular normal boy. // or \\ a home cooked meal, a night in with his favourite movie and a signed iron man comic book by Stan Lee and RDJ.

[theblackestvalkyrie]

GUIDELINES AND RULES

I used to have a schedule and post on Monday & Friday with weekends scattered but that was too constricting for my mental health and creativity. I write when I want, how I want, on the topics I’m interested in and having an audience is a nice bonus.

                                     GUIDELINES

I haven’t written fanfiction/stories in 5 years due to plagiarism and personal issues related to my mental illnesses and during that time I have collected literally hundreds of ideas and needed somewhere to dump them. Angst is my specialty and I write a lot of villain-centric/sympathetic stories so sometimes the villain wins so many of my stories will have a trigger warning (tw). If things like suicide, depression, character deaths, etc are things you don’t want to read then skip them.

I am also a csa (and other categories of abuse) survivor and while there will be no underage/”dead dove do not eat” content on this page (examples of exceptions would be Peter Parker x reader who is the same age as him), many of my stories I write to channel my trauma.

I mostly write things that I would want to read or can’t find in other fics. That being said I do have a list of things I do and don’t write. Some things are not up for debate so don’t bother asking.

IN THIS NEW AGE OF AN OVERLY SENSITIVE TUMBLR, I WOULD LIKE TO KINDLY REMIND EVERYONE THAT I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER. IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ ANYTHING TABOO OR TRIGGERING THEN BLOCK THE TAG “TABOO”.  

THIS BLOG IS 18+ FOR A REASON. ONLY YOU MAKE THE DECISION TO CLICK ON AND VIEW ALL CONTENT ON MY PAGE.

I DO NOT WRITE:

White Characters. Do not ask me why repeatedly, request it, and demand it. Put plain and simple, almost every story on Tumblr (and everywhere else) has a white character by default and I want a place where black fans can see themselves reflected in fanfiction. That being said, I welcome everyone from all walks of life to read my content and some fics may be race-neutral or actually white which will be properly tagged.

Fake texts or reactions. I feel like they’re great forms of writing for other people but for me personally, it’s a lazy way to write so I won’t be doing them right now. I may in the future and at the moment I am trying to practice other forms of writing.

FAT/PLUS SIZE, MALE, OR GENDER-NEUTRAL CHARACTERS. I don't have any interest in writing for characters that aren't female plain and simple. There are several talented writers who you can look to for this content but I am not one so don't request it as it will be ignored. As for writing fat/plus-size characters, I will not budge on that as I am suffering from an eating disorder (currently relapsed) and don’t feel comfortable doing so in any capacity.

Ships (of any kind). (Ex: Dean Winchester & Castiel – Supernatural)

Crossovers.

Badfics/parody fics.

Song Fics/Requests.

Poetry Fics/Requests.

Bestiality. (exceptions can be made ex: monsterfucking, A/B/O fics)

Amnesia. (some exceptions can be made)

AU fics. (only certain types)

Genderswap.

MPREG.

Trans male/female anything. Don’t ask. Failure to comply will result in your asks being deleted and will get you blocked

I DO WRITE:

Soulmate AU’s.

Pregnancy.

Angst/Fluff/Smut. just the usual fics

Noncon/Rape.

Challenge fics. (fics based on Tumblr posts, funny pictures, etc where I challenge myself to make them into stories)

Gore/Death/Murder.

Pregnancy fics.

Mentally ill/Disabled Readers. (Upon request)

Suicide/Suicidal readers.

Underage Smut/Relationships. Absolutely no children. I do not take these kinds of fics lightly. I will write for characters like Peter Parker tho

Specific Kinks. See the 'Taboo Masterlist' for specific kinks

Incest. 

Threesomes (sometimes orgies). Must be reader-centric

Poly Relationships. These are always reader focused and not the other characters with each other

Lesbian/Bisexual/Pansexual Relationships.

RPF (Real Person Fiction). This only applies to certain people and I will let you know upon request

                                          FANDOMS

My fandoms are ever-changing. To see a full and complete list please see the pinned Masterlist post which is constantly being updated.

              AO3 & FF.NET

I do have accounts under archiveofourown.org and fanfiction.net and while I do use a separate pseudonym, I do post full detailed stories (ff.net not so much anymore). I will have a link to my ao3 account in the description and when I post stories I will post a preview or sample of my work with a link so you can read them if you want. Keep in mind that my fics on ao3 are also 18+ and the same rules apply except for requesting stories. I don’t take requests on a03 or ff.net but I do on Tumblr. I will be using the hashtag “#ao3previews”.

                                                 RULES

Don’t ask me when I am updating. As I mentioned above, I will post erratically.

RPF (Real Person Fiction) is a work in progress. That’s probably going to be one of the last kinds of stories I’ll write here so if you want them please be patient.

IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT, DON’T READ IT. If you message me to complain about the content I'm telling you right now I don't give a shit. I definitely won't respond.

I don’t really do tag lists anymore. I like the freedom of only having to write for myself and having people choose to read it.

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK. This is one of the reasons why I stopped writing anything at all but I have since learned how to properly doxx someone so please don’t be an asshole and steal my work or I will find you. Also, please notify me if you see my work anywhere else on Tumblr or any other platforms. I will only post on this account on Tumblr unless otherwise stated!

               ~~Xiomara~~

[hakkais-hoe]

Hiii! Resending my ask!! its kinda crack but Bonten rookies ends up kidnapping a menace to society instead of their rich target. Basically the reaction of Sanzu, Mikey, Rin and Ran (if you can) as she escapes her handcuffs and instead of leaving, she starts living in the storage rooms and basically Home Alone style pranks and messes with them.

its not exact lol I hope you get what I mean from this and the old one. >~<

Thank you for re sending it bby so sorry I lost it 😭😭hope this is okay love 🥰

So we’ve got a silly little scenario to start then hcs for each guy

Age Rating: none, platonic relationships if that

Warnings: swearing, 100% crack, petty salty men, Sanzu being Sanzu, potential gore in pranks, she/her pronouns, kidnapping.

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Mochi:“You got the wrong girl you fucking morons!”

Rin:“What?”

Sanzu: “No no that’s definitely the right one we had a picture!”

Koko: “You’re pointing at the wrong fuckin bitch you stupid little shit!”

Ran: “Oh noooo Sanzu the fuckin dye has ruined ya tiny brain even more!”

Sanzu: “Shut the fuck up Haitani.”

Rin: “Don’t speak to my bro like that you basic bitch. Not our fault you’re clearly blind.”

You: “Hey hey hey, let’s not fight boys! I’m just excited to be here but, uh, think I broke your cuffs accidentally… sorry…”

Cue round of: “eh” “huh” “what that fuck” n “put em back on you little shit”

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Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano

Baby’s like ‘huh?’

Very confused but kinda impressed

Probably asks if you want a job 😭

Leaves random snacks in the building so you can find them

Does not enjoy the pranks, gets salty af

Once walked straight into one of your ‘chicken trap’ pranks n spent half the day pulling feathers off himself

Very angry

10/10 would probably shoot you after that (if he could find you)

Stops leaving you snacks after that

Doesn’t prank ya back cos he’s lazy

Thinks you must be on some of Sanzus pills

Tries to get you to leave.

Rannabell Haitani

Very impressed tells you to put em back on n do it slowly so he can see it

Follows you around by looking for food wrappers

Plants random confetti explosion traps for you to stand on

Hates your pranks but will 100% get back at you in the best way

Please set traps on his meeting chair I beg

Plays out any prank you pull on him like he expected it, you tamper with the springs in his chair for an important meeting n it crashes down as soon as he sits down

Best believe that man is gonna sit on that tiny chair with just his head looking over the table like he wanted it

Definitely says “awe can wee keep her? I’ve always wanted a gremlin.”

Sanzu ‘the bitch’ Haruchiyo

Ask you to show him how to do it then gets locked in the cuffs n has to have them broken to get out

Is the one to remind Ran not to feed you after 11

Throws knives at any noise he hears to try and catch you

Practically a game of cat n mouse

Despises your pranks cos they usually happen when he’s absolutely fucked on summat so he thinks it’s the end of the world

Sits in the dark to try catch you

100% a demon

Falls victim to the nails on the stairs shit, he was very glad he had a thick pair of combat boots on that day

Still cried m whined about it for weeks

Wants to get rid of you cos he’s annoyed you keep managing to escape

Does go and get the actual target at some point

Rindou ‘idgaf’ Haitani

Not impressed he could do it too ( or so he claims) tells you to put them back on n sit tf down

Doesn’t give two shits until you decide to prank him by putting a bucket of sticky slime and foam on his office door

Cue a furious slime covered Rindou barrelling through the corridors looking for your gremlin arse

Can and will put ‘is this yours’ fliers up with a picture of your face and probably a reward for collecting you

Would like to play whack-a-mole with you ngl

Violent tendencies to a maximum

Doesn’t cope well at all is an angry little shit

Bored angry baby

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[tinydestinybear]

Hi, I’m not sure if you’ve already done this but I can’t find it on your masterlist so I’m assuming not! I would love an NSFW version of the Candid Photos collection!

hellooo, thank you for sending in the request! i hope you enjoy reading, please send across feedback! this is a collab with @watermelonlovershigh because i absolutely love their ideas and wanted to do this together with them 💕 

warning: 18+, nsfw content

w/c: 910 words

1. I think it’s pretty much evident that Harry has a lot of recordings varying from soft, casual morning sex you have to pure filthy ones too. They don’t make up for your absence when he’s on tour but definitely help him out whenever he misses your touch.  

2. Whenever you send unsolicited nudes to each other, he’ll probably have the best reactions. Let’s say you send him a picture of you in bed wearing a lace teddy  *** and here’s how it goes:

Haaaang on a second I love this You’re so sexy m’love Now please, pick up my call baby gotta see you for myself. Miss you so so much

3. There are some days Harry feels like edging himself and the best way to do that is by watching videos he took of him edging you. The videos contain him rubbing your clit until you're seconds away from coming and then he'd remove his fingers, leaving you very much edged. Or in some videos, it's of him holding a vibrator on your clit, sometimes dipping it into your dripping cunt, and then removing it before you come. So as Harry watches these videos in his hotel rooms, as soon as he edges you in one of the videos, he'll remove his hand off his hard and throbbing cock to edge himself. It can last hours or minutes, just depending on his mood or schedule.

4. Harry absolutely loves taking pictures and videos with you, of you so there are hundreds of them, even candid ones when he just sets up the phone at a corner - one where your head’s resting on his chest or his resting on your boobs on the couch or on the bed on a lazy day or even his rings print on your ass after a hot night. He’ll probably have short videos of you kissing with soft background music and he’ll watch it when he feels extra lonely and misses your kisses.

5. Harry has to self pleasure a lot when he's away on tour and the only way he can manage to get off is either looking at photos or videos of you during sex that's he's taken for this purpose. When he has a little extra time to unwind and masturbate, he enjoys looking at this specific video of you where it's just your face. Harry loves seeing how your face scrunches up in pleasure and the way your eyes gloss over. It really gets him going.

6. You both enjoy recording and don’t feel pressure coming with it so when you try out new toys and film a few days later when you’ve adjusted to the toy, it brings even more pleasure. Rather than just giving pleasure when you’re both away, it also highlights your relationship journey with him and how you’ve explored different boundaries with him. 

7. Sometimes Harry never actually filmed you during sex but more so had his phone picking up the audio only, screen black. He enjoys listening to this audio when he has some time to take an extra long shower, including some self pleasuring. He'll connect his phone to a speaker and while he's in the shower, the sounds of your beautiful moans echo through the hotel bathroom walls, helping him to jerk off.

8. Typically Harry watches a video of you giving him a blowjob before one of his concerts if he's got a raging boner and needs it to go down before going up on stage. If you were physically there with him, you'd be giving him a blowjob in person. But without you there, the video Harry took of you on your knees, deep-throating his cock will work. He'll sit on the toilet in the dressing room and with his lubricated hand, tug his foreskin up and down his shaft until ropes of warm, sticky cum shoots out his head.

9. Most of the videos saved in his camera roll are filmed in the comforts of your home but when you both wanna enjoy the thrill, you film it in public, especially bathrooms. Maybe he’s carrying a vibrator with him and he’ll put it on for you before you leave and adjust your outfit, “Love you, you’re so pretty. Will make you feel good at home if you get through it today.” And when he sees them while on tour, he misses you even more because as much as he wants to give you pleasure and enjoy that thrill again, you’re not there by his side. But well, you both make up for it when you reunite.

10. Being on tour without you is tough and sometimes Harry feels sad and horny, leading him to wank off to his most favorite video of you. A video that barely has any picture but mostly sounds. And it's the sounds of your love making. The love making you had right before he left for tour where you shared your love for one another in sweet kisses and sensual touches. Soft praises and loving words. He'll have the phone beside his head, on his pillow, and have his hand under the duvet, masturbating his cock off while tears run down his face. It may not be the most euphoric orgasm to come out of this session but it's one that will temporarily fill the void in his heart from missing you. Harry just can't wait until he sees you again because he's going to make love to you over and over again.

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