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tomsvouge · 2 months

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Bad Idea Right?

Pairings: Ex!Joe burrow x Ex!Reader Warnings:Alcohol use, situationship, mentions of sex Summary- What happens when y/n gets a text message from someone in her past that her friends are not fond of? Her friends tell her not to go but it can’t be a bad idea…. right?

Who would have thought I would end the night with him, In his bed cuddled with him like we are together. Should I regret it? Probably. Do I regret it? Hell no! Have you seen this man he is literally a walking hercules and who am I to block an opportunity that I was given. Anyways, you may be asking, "y/n what the heck are you even talking about?". Well let's go back to earlier in the day where everything started.

My friends and I were talking about throwing a party and I couldn't be more excited. I needed something to get my mind off of him. Me and Joe are kinda rocky when it comes to a relationship. We broke up about two months ago. Usually when two people break up they dont talk to each other, buttttt me and Joe have been sneaking around for the past two weeks. No one knows about this, not my friends, not his friends just sneaking around like two teenagers.

As we all sit on my couch we start talking about party details, y’know the time, who to invite the food, all that good boring stuff when out of nowhere melody says this.

“Well since we're talking about personal invites I don't think you should invite Joe y/n”- Melody

“Why would I invite Joe? We're done. Over” I said lying through my teeth knowing that we were still hooking up.

“I'm just saying you seem to be tense each time you see him. Like that one time we were watching tv and his Bose ad came on. You looked like you saw a ghost.” She says laughing.

“I was Just shocked at his dance moves, I thought I taught him better when we took that dance class.” and that was true we did take a dance class but let's just say, Joeys not dancing for a while.

“I wasn't the worst i've seen but also not the best”- Kaylee says while writing something down.

OK! Can we stop talking about my ex, kinda getting weird.

“Ok but just know Joe Burrow is not allowed through these doors.” Melody says in a serious tone.

“Got it Not allowed through the doors.” I say looking at her.

“I'll just let him in the backyard” I say in my head.

Getting ready for the party I put on my outfit and did my makeup. As I'm putting on my mascara I get a facetime. I look at the screen and immediately knew it was joe as his contact name is “LOSER NOT WORTH MENTIONING🩷” showed up. Reluctantly I picked up the phone.

“What?” I say in a aggravated tone

“Well hello to you too” Joe says, rolling his eyes on the other side of the phone.

“What are you doing?” he says, trying to change the vibe of the call.

Getting ready-i say in a sassy tone.

“For?”- Joe

“My party”-y/n

“And i didnt get an invite?” joe says with that cocky smile on his face

“Didn't think you needed one considering we were not really together”- I say side eyeing him so hard you could feel it.

“Just because we're not together doesn't mean we cant be friends”- joe

“If this is what you call just friends I would love to see what you do with people you hate.” i say laughing

“You know what i mean” - Joe

“Friends dont have sex nearly every night and talk to each other the way we do.”- y/n

“Well friends also don't hide things from each other” Joe says, placing the phone down so I could see him.

“I didn't invite you because you are not allowed to come, you are not exactly on my friend's good side right now.”- y/n

My friend did not like Joeto much after the shit they had heard about him from endless phone calls to late night gossip sessions at the house. He didn't hurt me like cheat or anything. He is actually a nice guy but anyone who plays mind games and gaslights is a no no in my friend's book.

“Nothing new, I wasn't on their good side when we were together.”- Joe

“But since I can't come to you, how about you come to me?”- Joe

“And why would I do that?” I genuinely asked because who was he to think I would leave my own party for him.

Because we can't get enough of each other no matter how hard we try we both know that we will all go back.

And Joe was right, no matter how hard I tried to move on, no one seemed to understand me like Joe does. He knows everything about me. He accepts me for who I am and vice versa. Still sad we didn't work out due to commitment and trust issues. I think when the time's right Joe and I will be perfect for eachother.

“Well I'll think about it.”- I say

“Good, let me know when you decide.” - Joe

I was having the time of my life. My friends made sure I didn't even think about joe. So much that I forgot to even remind him if I was coming or not.

In the middle of taking group shots I feel a vibrate coming from my hip.

LOSER NOT WORTH MENTIONING🩷- u still coming??

“Don't do it.”-Kaylee says, looking over my shoulder.

“Who said I was?”

“You didn't say that but the look on your face said otherwise.”

“Okay but would you pass up a chance to just go back to your ex for one night.”

“One night more like two weeks but she didn't need to know that right now.”

“No I wouldn't, he cheated and I'll be damned if I go back to him just to disrespect myself again.”

“Well I won't if i will make you happy.”

“Good”

Okay sooo im going to his house. You guys may say I have little respect for myself but all the respect leaves my body when I see that man. You get in a room alone with Joe Burrow and see how long you last without being all over him. Plus, can't be that bad of an idea right?

With my luck the rain decided to pour harder and completely drench me. Rushing to my car I hopped in and started it. I quickly texted Joe back telling him I was on my way. Thankfully The drive from my house to joes is not that far at all. Getting out of the car rushing to get to the front door as the rain came down on me. When I kid you not to say this man is a QB he is not quick on his feet off the field. I literally took him forever to open the door.

Walking in the house I'm immediately tackled into hugs and kisses . After a while pushing wavy from him I decided I needed to put my clothes somewhere because wet clothes just don't feel comfortable.

Eventually me and Joe decided to chill on the couch and talk for a while. And lets just say after the talk and cuddles the door was locked to that bedroom and that's how we got to this morning

I woke up to like a million texts from my friends asking me why I disappeared in the middle of the party and I just told them all that I didn't feel well and went up early to sleep. Looking over left I see Joe sleeping with his arms wrapped around me. Part of me felt bad for lying to my friends about going to sleep early but technically i did lie i said I was sleep I just didn't say where.

hey guys! I'm gonna try to start putting out more fics . I chose to do this as a fun hobby and I just don't want it to feel and chore or job but if you want to request fics you are welcome to do so 🩷

#joe burrow #tomsvouge #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow fic #joeburrow

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all444miles · 10 months

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Hiii, I just saw that you were doing requests so I was wondering if you could do e-42 miles with black readers hair? Like helping her pick out different braiding and natural styles, maybe some wash day headcanons as well?

— TOUCH MY HAIR

— pairing: e-42 miles x fem!black!reader — genre: fluff — summary: just miles loving you and your hair ‹3 — a/n: tyyyy for this req, i am squealing rn + i alr had this idea in my prompt list but u gave me a reason to start it !! ‹3 my hcs always got miles saying sum outta pocket then the reader calls him out then he goes “my fault”, its a lil funny motif ima keep on adding 😭 also the n word is used a bit in this, js sayin!! enjoy ♡ ᖭི(ˊᗜˋ*)ᖫྀ

we all know n we've established this, miles is more than happy to pay for ur shit, esp if its your hair.

he wouldn't think twice before sending you the money for you to get your hair done. he wont listen or care if you say no, either.

"miles, bae, why u sendin me 200?" "what else? so you can get your hair done, mami." "baby, you know damn well that's too much." "buy yourself some other stuff too, if you wanna, but that money yours now, i ain't takin it back." "you.. you do too much." "mhm, make sure to show me a pic of when you get it done, you heard?"

he's always your hype man, for sure.

i got a feeling he a major fan of faux locs or boho/godess braids, so if you got that on? he'll fold.

"dayum ma, that shit looks good." "i cant even lie, Aaliyah did real good on this. she sure was tryna make me go broke though.." "worth every cent, cuz you look fine as hell with them faux locs." "miles." "im just saying, mami, your hair, like.. lord have mercy." "miles!" "my fault, i ain't lying though."

when your hair’s all natural, he loves to watching you style your hair for school, events, etc.

one time you let him style your hair, and you couldn’t even lie, it actually looked pretty good.

“these edges.. how do y'all do this shit every day?” “miles, baby, it ain’t that hard. look, lemme show you.”

you had to show him a quick tiktok tut on how to do edges, took him 2 videos before he got it 😭

“see that? like a c shape, and swoop it.” “..like this?” “yeah! you gotta do that like, 4 more times though.” “ay, dios mio. (oh my God). Mama, i ain’t doing allat.”

and wash day? his absolute favorite.

(short drabble ahead!)

Good Days by SZA played from Miles' speaker, blasting in the background, the gentle splashes of the warm water from the shower onto your curls.

You relaxed, your head leaning back further into the bathtub, your lover grabbing your scalp massager and rubbing it into your scalp carefully, shampoo mixed in, the rest of your products on the end corner of your bathtub.

"Ma, you know you really needed this wash. Your hair was tangled as shit, like a lion or sum.” he says, laughing halfway through his sentence. You scoff at him jokingly, "Miles, when you have hair as long and thick as mine, you can violate my hair."

Miles protested, adding the conditioner to your hair, setting your scalp massager aside. "Baby, my hair is basically almost as long as yours."

"Yeah, almost." you spoke, putting your fingers up to his face in pinching motion, the gems on your acrylics just an inch close to touching his nose, a grin on your face. He backed up, pushing your hands out of his face, continuing your wash routine. "Princesa, lemme finish washing yo hair without your hands all up in my face."

About 3 and a half hours later, your hair was washed and in overnight twists with your bonnet on. You laid with Miles in your bed, legs on top of each others, tired.

"Y'know, you actually good at dealin' wit my hair." you spoke, giving Miles a kiss on his forehead. “When you got a mama like mine, you pretty much have to.” Miles chuckled, shaking his head. “You should let me do it more often.” You smiled in response.

He buried his head into the crook of your neck, slowly dozing off by the way you'd play with the silk of his durag. "I love you Miles."

He mumbled words once again into your neck, half asleep, but you knew what he said.

"I love you more, mi vida."

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k4katsujin · 6 months

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random mark headcanons 🕺🏻 (part one).

a/n: i love writing for him

also mark inspired playlist here!!

wc: 300 🦦

☆ when he was a kid he "accidentally" kissed william and it was the beginning of his bisexual awakening

☆ his mom made him once try dresses she originally bought for her nieces and then BOOM they/he mark was born

☆ you cant tell me he doesnt listen to new jeans and twice

☆ his favorite color is purple domt ask why i js feel like it

☆ his favorite cake is lemon shortcake

☆ he's actually insecure despite what he shows

☆ this man is a GENTLEMAN!!!! even though he doesn't have much time for due to uos superhero duties he always makes it up by giving you small gifts he knows youd like like moon stones

☆ prob had a few discord kittens in middle school

☆ HEAVY on physical touch, he's so clingy, like bro will NOT let you go

☆ whenever you two sleep together, rest assured he would take up all the place there is on the bed, in a starfish-ish position do you'll have to crawl up on him, like deadass lay on top of him

☆ adding to this hes a HEAVY sleeper. he doesn't sleep that much due to his training schedule his dad set up for him, but when he does? bro is on that 12/14 hours of sleep shit (js like me fr fr)

☆ tried to get his septum pierced once. never again.

☆ hes a cleaning freak. thats it thats the hc.

☆ but his room is the most chaotic room of all the house.

☆ yet he always finds his stuff and you go like "??? how tf???"

☆ he secretely has a survival plan in caee there is a zombie apocalypse and he LOVES sharing it with you

☆ he once hugged you so tight he almost broke one of your ribs and he then got worried sick he might have hurt you

is all thanks for reading :33 please reblog if you liked please and thank you (*≧∀≦)人(≧∀≦*)♪

- with love from @k4katsujin, going offline!

(also pt 2 already in the making 🫣)

#kaheri's chronicles #x reader #reader insert #invincible #mark grayson #debbie grayson #can you tell i stand by bisexual they/he mark? because i do #invincible season 2 #invincible comic #headcanons #mark grayson headcanons #Spotify

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meowzilla93 · 5 months

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The people need little known facts about Baxter! Just like random headcannons, like what's his favorite holiday and why, etc. etc. Basically please just tell me more about this silly little man :)

*cracks knuckles*

me? talk about my favourite love interest in OL:BA?

Thought you'd never ask :P

favourite holiday? we already know his favourite season is fall cause nostalgia, and I almost wanna think that eventually Thanksgiving is his holiday

you absolutely know why but if i must elaborate

he is just so damn thankful for being able to reconnect with people he truly cared for, and that those people didnt give up on him; if MC romanced him, all the more thankful he has someone he can trust and rely on for the rest of his life, and that he can provide that back

but it wasnt always and only after Step 4; he needs to reconnect first for this to eventuate

and you just know that he will love hosting and cooking; any excuse to learn new recipes and show off his skills

before step 4 though? i dont think he had one, and thats his parents fault

any sort of events like these he had to attend with his family and be the 'expected perfect son' which he loathed

i do believe this is canon (pls correct if wrong) but i truly do believe he did not have any friends at his private school, and actively hated going

rebel Baxter? he sure was in his own way

spare periods between classes; he wandered off grounds to a spot where he could avoid the pompous populace

talk back to teachers? you can guarantee that; just more in that incheek way where they couldnt really punish him for what he said

can see him being the type to screw around in class and just be a bit of a bother to the teachers and students, but he was an A+ student all the way

guarantee that when asked to answer questions in class, if he was in the right sort of mood, straight up makeup facts just for the lols

(his parents might have put a stop to that real quick though)

mans was a brat we know this, and it was making the OLNF friends that made him question his life and his upbringing more

this is a touch more sad, but i think early on, he didnt really understand his parents position on things like the LBGTQIA+ community and such until he saw people he cared about be treated poorly by them, or heard what they had to say behind closed doors

i think this truly broke him and is what started the rifts in his friendships as he didnt know how to approach this (he is a kid, we cant expect him to know)

but what he did know, he NEVER wanted to be like his parents, and this is when he started his plan on moving to Virginia for uni

ahem, lets get back to some light hearted sweet stuff

i recon he went full platinum white once - pure white hair (you cannot take this away from me) but the upkeep of that was more insane than just handling black

favourite flower! rose. come on. even Cove said it in Step 1: Fancy!

though if we must choose a second option, Lupine

it has that really pretty purple colour (his second favourite colour after black and white) and its symbolism is very much on par with what he truly wants from life

google that shit, and tell me im wrong

100% reads smut; Im talking like Victorian era smut (Johanna Linsday, Amanda Quick type stuff)

October is his favourite month - the world around him was covered in that beautiful auburn colour

He loves pumpkin spiced lattes (with oat milk of course)

PRESENTS! oh oh when its Christmas time, this is the hardest thing for him because he doesnt just wanna buy something random, it needs to have meaning

You wanted to go see a museum? here are some tickets

Missed this movie when it was screening? Here is the Extended Release with all the additions DVD

You have a favourite flower or plant that you can never really have cause it doesnt grow in the climate you live in? In a frame you received a pressed and dried version of it, so you can always have it with you

.....i need to stop otherwise ill just keep going

(pls dont stop asking me though, ill talk about Baxter till death and will make a million more posts)

#our life beginnings and always #baxter ward #olba #olba baxter #olba mc #our life #our life headcannons #headcannons #i will never get sick of talking about baxter

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glame · 2 years

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A/N : i litereally dont know why did i do this but here i am. besides my first ff on Tumblr. wish yall a good day/night. love you. :333

TW : ANGST, cursing, cheating, yelling, mentions of alcohol.

A/N : i made you a supermodel. cause all the girls born model. and the italics are the past. i thinks thats all.

''what, am i seeing right? is this Y/N, the beautiful?'' Druski asked as he saw you. you were in a club. LA's most expensive and most classy one. your friends dragged you here after three weeks of depression. you broke up with your boyfriend. well, internets boyfriend. and you were in Milan Fashion Show for the last week before than that you were in Paris. you even couldnt have a depression. and your friends begged you to come out, you couldnt stand them. so here you are.

you were perfect. your perfect red dress, your perfect make up, your perfect hair and your perfect nails. everything was perfect, so this night has to be too. but of course it cant be perfect cause you wasted all the perfect things on yourself so this night has to be a little bit of spicy.

''your eyes arent liars. how have you been?'' you smiled him. ''ive been good, girl. ask yourself. youre the real star!'' he yelled.

you laughed. ''same old. i was in Milan. i just turned.''

''im sure you killed it girl. oh, Jack didnt tell me youre coming. is this a surprise?'' Druski said with happiness. and you just stared him with empty eyes. your smile froze on your face. ''uhm… no. i dont think he knows im here. he dont have to.''

''what? what happened? you good?'' obviously he doesnt know you broke up. of course he doesnt. you didnt do anything. and all the magazine news were too attached to the fashion shows you walked. so it wasnt hard to hide anything. well, there is nothing to hide. you broke up. now all the rumours would be cleared if anyone heard about you two. yeah, he cheated on. thousands of times.

''yeah. im good-'' as you were trying to speak a voice interrups you. very familiar voice.

''bro ,whats taking so long? we got honey Henness- Y/N..?''

''fuck.'' you mumbled.

''what the hell is going on? what did i miss?'' Druski turned Jack.

''shit.'' Jack mumbled this time.

''why are you keep cursing man? tell me what the fuck happened?'' Druski was impatient.

''let me tell you. for some people, cheating on and left your lover behind your back dont mean anything. you can yell them, you can defend yourself, you can defend your random bitches to your lover. even you can play this fucking game with your friends and co-workers. you can be a piece of shit just because your girlfriend found out what the hell were you doing. you can continue cheat on her when she was defending you. cause youre an alpha male. you can do whatever you want. you can tell them lies and lies. and they fucking believe you cause they are blind shits. then when youre fighting you can yell them, you can brake the stuff even you can leave them. whatever. sorry for bothering. have fun, good night.'' you left the corner.

Druski was surprised as fuck. ''man… what the fuck?''

''i fucked up… i really fucked up.'' Jack said as he sat the couch.

''fucking obvious!'' Druski raised her heas from pouring the whiskey to the glasses.

''i… she caught me. she learned all girls, all lies, everything. everything i was hiding from her. she came to the studio. started screaming and i felt regretful. you know, i really felt that shit. but i got angry. she was leaving and i got so fucking angry. i started to yelling her. throwing the stuff. yelled more and more. she was about round two of her crying. and i wanted to make her feel baad for the thought of leaving me. when she started crying again i felt like i achieve something and left her there. im so fucking regreting what i had done. but she doesnt accept anything…'' Jack seems like he was in deep.

''are they worth it?'' you screamed. all you wanted to do is screaming right now.

''what? of course not.'' Jack said with a low tone.

''then why did you do it?'' you screamed more. and tears showed up on your eyes. ''why the fuck did you do it? why Jack? dont tell me cause youre a dumb as fuck just tell me the real reason? i gave you all i had! fuck.'' you were almost crying and you didnt care cause he didnt care about you, why would you care about him?

''i dont know…'' he mumbled. ''i dont know Y/N. im so fucking sorry. i dont know why did i do this shit. i wish i didnt do that.'' regretful was all he had on his face.

''youre sorry? oh, thank you for being sorry and being regretful. thats what i fucking want. and thank you for your wish. cause it made everything fine! you know what? i cant do this anymore. you are cheating on me for months! different girls, different cities, different hotels. and i just got learned. youre cheating on me like you havent got a relationship, like i dont exist. like you are single. well, congrutulations Jack. you are single now. do whatever the fuck you want.''

you were trying to find your bag. tears were still on your eyes but they are on your cheeks now too. as you were trying to leaving, Jack saw the seriousness in you and tried to make you stay there. the anxiety was all over his body. losing you was something he never expected.

''what? Y/N no. please. please, stay. dont leave. i cant do this without you.'' you can see the anxiety on him. but he was being selfish when he was getting his dick wet with some random bitches, then why wouldnt you be selfish? what will you loose? nothing. you didnt earn anything already. you cant loose shit when you dont have it. time for being selfish.

''no, Jack. you did it without me. my turn for doing things without you. do whatever your dick wants to do. i dont care.'' you finally found your bag. ''well, thanks for preparing me for the week im gonna spend in Milan. i needed that. and thank you for the heartbreak. it seems like i needed that shit too.''

but that just made Jack angry. you learned something you shouldnt learn plus seeing you leaving was the last thing he wanna see. he never had the thought of your leaving. and he wont let it happen.

''why you act like youre the fucking victim Y/N? its clearly you werent enough for me so i cheated on you. i am right in here. you werent funny, you werent lovely, you werent give me what i want. i am fucking right for cheating on you.'' he started yelling. he cant think right now. and all he wants being the one who left you behind.

''what the fuck are you talking about? i gave you all i fucking had!'' you yelled. tears were on your eyes again.

''nah, you didnt. so i cheated on. i slept with three, four, five girls when i was on tour. i cheated on you when you were walking in Paris, Milan, NYC… everywhere. cause this is who i am! you deserved that.'' he yelled. the truth came from his mouth hit you so hard. ''yeah. you know all the truth now. im saying you. you defended me when i was fucking girls in Vegas. you told them 'no, Jack would never.'.'' he smirked. ''nah baby, Jack would. Jack did.''

you were crying, again. the mics were on the floor. he throwed them when he was yelling.

''you know what, i dont and wont regret the things i had done. and after this day i still wont regret on them. i was right. and thank you everyone who plays with me. they hide everything. really i appreciate them. i told you im sorry but no. im not sorry. im fucking great. and im going to fuck some bitches. but its not funny anymore. hiding something was fun. and i wanna thank you. because of you i shot my shot. because of you i am who i am. you cant leave me. but i can leave you. i dont need you. wish you a great week in Milan. i hope you can do it.'' and he left.

''have you ever tried to reach her?''

''millions. Neelam, Metta, Urban, Clay even Nas… she just talked with Nas. and said 'i dont wanna do anything right now. if i do, i can hurt someone and its the last thing i want to do. thank you.' i cant believe her. he is a literal angel. and im a fucking dumb…'' he said and sipped on his whiskey.

''man… weve talked about that. you cant change the things youve done. you can try for better. just show her youre trying for being a better man.'' Druski was speechles actually but he has to encourage his friend.

''should i go?'' Jack asked. he wasnt sure. ''yeah, you dumbass. go.'' Druski cheered him up.

meanwhile you came home. you promised yourself not to cry. but you failed. you started crying. you poured yourself a wine. you got it from Louisville. with Jack. you laughed yourself. you idiot…

you drank one, two, three glasses. you heard the doorbell. you didnt wanna open the damn door. but something made you open it. but you wish you didnt.

you tried to close the door but you were drunk and Jack is clearly stronger than you. so…

''please, Y/N. let me talk to you.'' he was begging.

''you said what you gotta say weeks ago.'' you were looking at him directly.

''no. they were all wrong. i… i dont know what to do. i cant do anything.''

''its not my bussines Jack. i cant do anything either. but you can continue fucking bitches and spend your nights at clubs. its who you are.'' at this point your words like a venom for him.

''no. please. take me in. please lets talk. i love you. i miss you. im waiting for you. please.'' his voice was fragile.

''no, there is nothing to talk. remember you dont need me.'' your face was numb.

''i need you. imma be a better man, i promise. please accept me. i dont wanna loose you. im so fucking regretful Y/N.'' you can see the tears.

''no, you were right cheating on me. leave me. you did it once, you can do it one more time.'' you said when you felt the tears.

''thats it? are we… over?'' he raised his head.

''we are over Jack. wish you a great week in Louisville. i hope you can do it.'' you closed the door. and started crying when you sit under the door on the other hand Jack sit under the door and started crying.

he didnt wanna loose you. but he did.

Jack Harlow officially lost you.

thats a tough one.

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow angst #jack harlow one shot #jackman harlow #jack harlow smut #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts

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yuukei-yikes · 1 year

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Tell us about Shinaya’s breakup :D

HEHDJEIDNEKFJEKDKEK ive had this ask since i posted i was thinking abt it MAN i cannot express to u i just. I WANNA WRITE A FIC SO BAD but AUGH im so bad at it it makes me cringe i cant do that but its basically like all my damn posts together u know. i keep thinking of shintaro's disastrous relationships post str going from ayano to kano to takane etcetc sorry im playing with him like a stress toy making him go thru hell but its so fun

srry i dont wanna have to rewrite a lot of stuff so erm im liking this answer 🫡🫡🫡 and i could link a bunch more just so u SEE MY VISION... but i think linking that is enough. ON AND OFF SHINAYA MY BELOVED

shintaro and ayano sort of having this ridiculous relationship because both are hurting and jumped in a relationship too quick but fighting/being sad about stupid shit is so much easier than dealing with their actual issues that they've got with themselves. like focusing on each other and what they don't like about each other and their relationship is so much easier than crying about how suicidal they are. lollllll SO LIKE this insanity sort of saves them at the same time??

i mean the most ideal would be that instead of getting together they got therapy and the normal kind not the relationship kind. you know. but also theyre traumatized and ugh. its so much easier to resent each other than themselves. its so much easier to be petty. its such a relief to cry over relationship problems than over timeline resets or dead parents and etc. YOU GET ME?????

they keep breaking up and getting back together ridiculously like it is 1000% so dramatic each and everytime. ayano crying her eyes out like its the end of the world and shintaro making 100 sad playlists. and it happens at least monthly. the first time everyone's like WHOA THEY BROKE UP!?!? SHIT!! the second time its like heyyy maybe they'll work it out like last time!! third time its like are you joking. fourth time they're already begging them to stop. by they i mean the dan but especially takane by the way. who do you think is picking up the pieces.

and by the way the one breaking up all the time and being dramatic as hell is shintaro. he gets angry and annoyed and weaponizes the LETS BREAK UP thing because he DOESNT MEAN IT. like he knows he and ayano will work it out later. he gets comfortable again. not to get on the ayano surviving thing, but i think ayano (and hiyori but especially ayano) making it out alive undoes a big part of the message abt moving on. like i love her so im not complaining thats i love having her alive :3 but i like to translate this into shintaro like. he's intensely trying to repress/process all the memories of the other timelines to cope and have a normal life and ends up being this way because he's sort of self sabotaging himself. like ayano's alive and she likes me??? lol. ok?? ill wake up any moment now!! and he feels guilty and undeserving and is sort of a dickhead to her in an unconscious attempt of keeping her away because that's what he deserves according to him. also why he's accepting of takane's intense obsession with him lol bc she's familiar and she is comfortable, unlike ayano who is so rare and one in its kind in all the timelines. he is sort of terrified of her in a way.

the lets break up isnt rly a breakup. its just a leave me alone see u later. LOL i think we talk too much abt kanoshin bringing the worst in each other but what about shinaya. they do that too. yeah we CAN have fluffy shinaya. but like i said it is so easy to focus all this bitterness and sadness into each other and it's so relieving to be sad and angry about this rather than everything else. because this is sort of in their control while everything else isn't, wasn't. and its so unfair. of course its unfair!! but they cant do anything abt it. so they just go crazy on each other. ayano is DESPERATE to be needed. i could link more replies but i will hold myself back. basically her siblings are used to being alone/know she has her own problems and ayano is dealing with this emptiness and feeling of failure bc no one needs her, from her perspective her sacrifice still failed to save everyone, her parents are gone so she needs to step up. like she puts herself under all this pressure and feels Not Good Enough for ANYTHING. and she is dating shintaro.

it's EASY to bother him and try to get him to open up and etc so she ridiculously focuses on that. but it gets on shintaro's nerves to say the least LOL plus all his other issues i mentioned 🫡plus she keeps being like we have to be normal. lets kiss and hold hands and cuddle. but she's too embarrassed to say it/do it and shintaro is even more pathetic about it. so theyre both frustrated about everything and can barely even sit next to each other without acting insane.

AND SORRY BUT I WILL TALK ABT TAKANE🫡💞💗💖💝💕💘ofc. codependent shintaka. of course. it drives ayano CRAZY because on top of all their problems takane is able to talk sense into shintaro each and every single time. and she is soooo jealous like she knows its stupid but she cant help ittt i ALSO TALKED ABT THIS SORRY I KEEP REPEATING MYSELF IM JUST SO CRzy abt it. hehe......the whole mess bringing drama to harutaka too bc shintaro and ayano are so messy theyre contagious is so fun to me. when it comes to shintaro and takane's horrible relationship both their romantic relationships suffer for it but deal with it completely differently. while both haruka and ayano deal with jealousy somewhat, ayano is so hurt and already at the verge of a mental breakdown so she's focusing so many negative emotions on it and AGAIN it just serves as another point of argument between shintaro and ayano while haruka is like. his mental state isnt as convoluted as ayanos, he's rather freaking out and terrified of being left alone. THIS IS ABT SHINAYA so i wont get into harutaka side but lol. heh. Looks at it. zooms in it. like what i mean is that haruka and takane talk and work through it and are like sighs yeah...this is messed up while shintaro and ayano are using it against each other instead of working on it LMAO

ANYWAYS. ayano breaks up with shintaro. vine boom. total breakdown moment like everyone out of the room i wanna talk to you alone. and this time its for REAL. like ayano isnt confrontational at all, all their arguments are always her being pushy abt idk mental health and shintaro's like godddd STOPPPPP and ayano crying and shintaro being like I CANNOT DEAL WITH THAT. IM SORRY I GUESS. CAN U GET OUT OF THE ROOM. WE'LL TALK LATER. but he also sucks so bad at letting the other person know they can count on him so he kind of assumes ayano will do it when she's ready because he KNOWS she's in pain. like. ofc it could go well. ofc shintaro and ayano could work through everything with kindness and comprehension for each other but they're both so sad and suddenly find themselves annoyed at each other one time and it felt so freeing to do that that they just keep doing it. especially shintaro. having ayano be mad at him is sort of relieving because he feels undeserving of her and its like yeah. Yeah!! i know its ooc but shinaya screaming match.god. sorry but all their bottled up emotions abt everything and they take it out on each other for no reason other than theyre giving each other the space and it plays out that way. theyre acting crazy about something so stupid like shintaro not wanting ayano to wear his clothes or whatever. like they scream about that but its not about that. it just feels so good to scream. it feels so good to scream and let it out even if they haven't given themselves the time to process that theyre not... actually screaming abt that at all. theyre screaming about everything else. not even about each other. its about themselves. its always been.its never been about each other. when it is, its stupid. thats why they do it. its just easier. God. they were just not ready for a relationship, especially not one with each other out of all people.

ayano breaks first, therefore dumps shintaro lol. he goes thru his own fucked up arc afterwards while ayano gets help. my man spirals DOWN. whether they get back together or not depends on my mood 🤨 but if they do, its by the time theyre in their mid twenties or something so a few years later LOL i picture them dating like for over a year maybe?? when theyre 18/19. hehe.

like. do you get it.

#ask tag #headcanons #HEH...#ayashin divorce

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trickstarbrave · 7 months

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💖, 🥺, 🎶, and 🤲 for the Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask! Any, all, none! 🖤

💖 What made you start writing?

oh god. i dont remember. i have been writing fanfics since i was like 12 in middle school. i guess i just saw fanfic for the first time then and went "holy shit you can make your own stories???????" and went off the rails. never rly stopped tbh

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

i love just like. writing the little physical touches that show how close two characters are. little couple interactions. nerevar having voryn feel his beating heart, voryn fussing over nerevar's hair, either of them comforting each other by rubbing the other's arm and shoulders.... touch is such a fun thing to play with in fics and i think can communicate a lot about how two character's feel or how they work together. idk. two characters touch tenderly and brain go brrrrr

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

sometimes yeah! if i wanna set a mood i'll listen while i write or before on loop for ideas. chapter 11 of moon and star i wrote while listening to the song "take me back to eden" and "rain" by sleep token and i think it shows tbh. but maybe im just insane i cant stop listening to sleep token please help

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

sure. actually i rly do wanna share this one rly bad actually but mind the spoilers (also i gotta change some things in it LMAO im shifting stuff around atm if it changes later u know why)

He was in a tent. A nordic tent to be precise. He recognized the style from when he was captured, though this tent was far more elegant and homely than the one they kept prisoners in. There was only a dim lantern lighting up, illuminating the space with a soft, golden-orange glow.

Voryn stripped off his robes, letting the fabric fall from his shoulders with practiced grace and elegance, knowing another was watching him. Gooseflesh broke out across his skin as he shivered slightly from the cold air meeting him. He tried to suppress it, but it was far too difficult in this climate. Yet, he wasn’t cold for long; as his robes met the carpeted ground two large, calloused hands were rubbing against his shoulders, before warm arms took him into an embrace.

“Daelha,” Despite saying a chimeri word, the nordic accent on the man’s tongue was thick and heavy. But in its own way it was endearing—he adored Voryn so much he wanted to refer to Voryn as ‘love’ in Voryn’s tongue so he knew his earnestness. “So beautiful, as always…” He marveled, gently stroking along his skin. Voryn had to suppress a needy hiss from the brush of rough skin on his lower stomach only fanning the flames of his desire more. Then, he twisted, facing his lover properly.

Blue eyes stared at him with warmth and affection twinking in them, a heavy grey-brown beard on a man who barely stood taller than him. Yet, despite the satisfaction that came with knowing he was loved, there was a gnawing at his core that wouldn’t go away. A hunger that was left unfulfilled. Something so tantalizingly close, and yet so far.

Laid out on the cot, his want only grew stronger as he lost himself in the body of the powerful warrior on top of him. He moaned and sang and cried just as he knew he enjoyed it, but part of him wasn't there at that moment. A fragment of his heart was somewhere further away, and its absence was deafeningly loud. The blue of this man’s eyes was more like snow kissed mountains than the blaring hot sky. His body was too large and too tall, even if in its own way it was satisfying to be held and thrusted into by him. His beard too, while part of him enjoyed the way it tickled him when they kissed and curled up together, reminded him of what he was missing.

A face crossed his mind as he screwed his eyes shut, and guilt followed. A golden face with snow-white hair and a devilish grin. He always felt guilty thinking of him when making love to another, yet it was sometimes impossible not to. Voryn could tell this was another one of those nights—another night he could only find release by imagining making sweet love to Nerevar instead. His lover’s calloused hands turned into the fantasy of Nerevar touching him, and the nordic accent fades softly, the tone shifting in his ears. He wondered what Nerevar would say, if he was under the other chimer. Would Nerevar affectionately call him ‘love’ just like the nord did? Would he be sweet and gentle with all the brutal strength in his body? Or would he be rough and cruel?

Voryn sometimes felt like he hated Nerevar, especially in moments like this. Neht haunted his thoughts, and yet cruelly ignored him. When he was captured, Nerevar didn’t even come to his rescue, instead stationing himself on the other side of Resdayn. While Voryn was getting himself out of that mess, seducing their enemy in exchange for freedom and information while his heart grieved his mother, Nerevar was trying to win the queen’s favor. When he was finally freed and saw him again, the mer only awkwardly patted him on the shoulder and gave a half hearted, sheepish smile and said he was happy to see Voryn again.

He wondered if Nerevar wished he had died instead.

The feeling was burning hot in his chest when he thought of it, tears stinging his eyes. His lover brushed them away with all the tenderness he always craved from Neht, and that only made his guilt grow. The leader of House Dagoth instead moaned louder, wrapping his long legs around him, and buried his face in his shoulder. His guilt ached like a raw wound as he forced himself to think about Nerevar again, about Nerevar kissing him and fucking him to completion. Of Nerevar wanting him just as badly as Voryn wanted him.

And it was because of that Voryn knew he didn't deserve this man either. If Nerevar was horrible, then Voryn was just as bad, making love to someone as gentle as him while thinking of his oldest friend.

“Daelha…” Voryn mumbled back as he was kissed over and over again on the cot, pressed firmly under his lover’s weight. After sex he was always affectionate, something that made Voryn feel guiltier the longer it continued. At least he knew he was guilty and wanted to do away with the habit. In time he hoped the feeling would leave him, and he could finally love this man with all his heart as he deserved…

Voryn sat straight up out of bed with a start, panic rushing through him. He felt nauseous—positively sick, his mind trying to make sense of what he saw in his dream.

It was realistic. Far too realistic for comfort. He could taste the man on his tongue, feel the chill in the air, and then the heat of the nord’s body. It felt like a memory he was reliving, not a dream.

But how could that be? How could he conceive of a lover that wasn’t Nerevar? How could he lay beneath someone else and hold back moaning Nerevar’s name? How could part of him hate Nerevar and hate himself all at once? And why did part of him still think of that other man’s face and feel a pang of longing and guilt even now that he was awake?

The information sunk in as he forced himself to ignore the sex that made him feel too many incomprehensible emotions. Nerevar hadn’t rescued him. He had used his trained skills of seduction to get himself out of it. He laid beneath the leader of the nords and whispered sweet nothings and promises to help him. He…

Voryn had taken Ysmir Wulfharth as a lover. Continued to lay with him long after he needed to for freedom. Whispered promises and battle plans in his ear, as he worked to find the heart of a god.

Voryn had betrayed his people, his country, and Nerevar.

“Voryn…?” Nerevar sleepily awoke, rolling over to look up at him. In the moonlight filtering in through the windows, Voryn could see the blue of his eyes and bile climbed up his throat as he scrambled out of bed.

“Voryn?” Nerevar asked again, now more awake and worried. “I need some air.” Voryn said swiftly, tugging on a robe. “I just need some air.”

He rushed to the balcony, dry heaving. The cool air provided some relief, but he felt even more ashamed of himself, unable to make sense of such a revelation.

Voryn would never betray Nerevar, would he? Nerevar had told him he only stood against him because the Heart of Lorkhan had driven him to madness. That he wasn’t in his right mind when he attacked Nerevar. And Voryn had believed him—why else would he ever try to harm Neht if it wasn’t because he wasn’t able to think clearly?

He could feel the hate burning in his chest though, white hot and angry. He knew the emotion was something vile and twisted. Hate, rage, and vindictive spite. He loved and wanted the man who denied him and pushed him away, keeping him at arm's length. Voryn wanted him so much he despised Nerevar, until it twisted him and corrupted him. He loved Nerevar so much it turned to pure hatred and rage that he couldn’t have him. And yet, even in that swirling pit of rage over the fact that Nerevar had essentially thrown him to the hounds, he still needed him to the point he hated himself. Until it was driving him mad. Until he saw Nerevar in another and desperately tried to claw those fragments of Nerevar closer and closer.

Voryn had seen who he used to be, like a reflection in a shattered mirror. And he did not like what he saw—what he knew.

“Are you alright?” Nerevar asked, now dressed in a loose robe himself. The hand rubbing soothing circles was too similar to how the memory of Wulfharth touching him, and the shame made him burn and ache with self loathing. He wished he could curl up and die right there, that he had the nerve to fling himself off this balcony, but instead all he could do was grip the balcony railing until his knuckles went white as tears rolled down his face. “Voryn…?” Nerevar’s voice was soft and sweet, unlike the voice of Nerevar he remembered laying under another man.

In this life, Nerevar came for him. In this life, Nerevar loved and embraced him. Voryn was ever grateful for that, taking immense joy and solace in the fact he was not lost like the other version of himself.

But now Voryn knew what kind of twisted, ugly person he would be without that love. What a horrible person he would become. There was no excuse for what he did—he wanted love selfishly—wanted it because he felt entitled, because it wasn’t given to him. He wanted Nerevar all to himself, and selfishly sought to comfort himself in a way that might harm the other for his own benefit. And a core part of him, that seed of something vile, was still inside him whether he wanted it to be or not.

“I’m sorry…” Voryn sobbed, unable to hold back the shaking in his body. “Neht, I’m so—please…”

“Voryn—” Nerevar took him by the shoulders and turned him around, forcing Voryn to face him. The look of pure concern on his face, the love and adoration and honesty swirling in his eyes was too much.

Voryn turned sharply again, throwing up over the balcony. Nerevar—kind, sweet Nerevar—pulled his hair out of his face as he indecently wretched and continued to gag long after the contents of his stomach were empty. And then, like a broken doll, his legs collapsed as he sank onto the stone balcony, trembling and sobbing.

“Shh…” Nerevar soothed him, before gently scooping him up off the cold stone. He left the doors to the balcony open to let in the much appreciated cool breeze and laid Voryn on the bed, letting him curl up. With gentle, clumsy hands he pulled the hair from his face once more, braiding it quickly and messily just to get it out of the way, tying it off. And then he went to the water pitcher in the room bringing a glass for Voryn and also soaking a rag, wiping it across his clammy forehead.

Unworthy, Voryn’s mind hissed. How unworthy you are of his kindness when you would betray him so callously. How cruel you are to hurt him and lie to him just because you selfishly wanted him to love you back.

And his mind was correct—how could Voryn be worthy when he was only loyal right now because he got what he wanted? How is he worthy of Nerevar when he was so loving and kind like this, while Voryn hated and despised him in the past? He was selfish, greedy, and cruel to hurt the man he claimed to love because his affections weren’t returned. Not even that harlot Vivec slept with Ysmir Wulfharth just because he couldn’t have Nerevar.

“I think you ate something you shouldn’t have,” Nerevar’s voice was soft. “It clearly didn’t agree with your stomach.” Ah, how was he still so busy fussing over Voryn like this? Hadn’t Nerevar seen him in the past, so cruel and vile? How could Nerevar treat him so kindly now that Voryn didn’t deserve it? How could Neht love him after all that Voryn had done?

He only loves you because he lied to himself, the sinister voice in his mind whispers. He tells himself you didn’t mean it, that you were driven mad by divine power. How could he ever love you knowing all that you’ve done? He would hate you, just as much as you hate yourself.

#moon and star spoilers #my writing #thank u 🥺

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nikkisixxsgirlfriend · 2 years

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let me into your heart

eddie munson x f!cheer!reader

[this is a comfort fic cause im having a shitty day]

you were sitting at your usual table.with the jocks and the preps.you fidgeted with your tray,and nails,and the skirt you wore.needless to say you werent having a good day.it felt like everything was going wrong.like there was this big weight on your chest.you were on a thin line between bawling your eyes out and smacking that jason upside the head.

so when jason sat down next to you and started yelling insults at the hellfire table,you crossed that line.

"shut up jason." and just by saying that all the attention turned to you.

"what,youre on that freaks side?"

"im not on anyones side,youre just being an asshole."

now it was quiet."i see what this is,"jason began "your womanly emotions getting to you?"

and before he could finish his sentence you had punched him right in the face.he was stunned and just sat there for a while processing the whole thing.and you took the oppurtunity to get your shit together and leave.

you wound up in the woods behind the school.you sat on the old bench and put your head into your hands.and now you were crying.god everyone was going to think you were hysteric.send you off to a psych ward.you didnt even know how you were going to explain this to your parents.or to yourself.

your head snapped at the sound of footsteps.you were met with the one and only eddie munson.

"i come in peace" he half smiled.he took a couple steps forward as you looked forward again,wiping away the remnants of your tears.he took a seat down next to you,but his movements were slow,like he was worried he'd scare you off.

"you know,"he started off in a whisper,speaking up after a while "you didnt have to do that for me."he was playing with his hands and looking at anything but you."jasons always a dick to me.and i appreciate it but im not worth your reputation."

"what reputation is that?"

"you know,youre cheery." he said with a fake cheer pom pom motion. "everyone thinks youre this bubbly princess."

you sniffed and let out a small laugh at the irony.

"im no princess,munson.and i didnt do that for you."

his eyes widened finally looking at you.

"well partially,"you continued "bad day ya know?jasons always deserved to get punched in the face,and today he was pissing me off.i hate how he acts like hes some king.i hate how he treats people.how he treats you."you hadnt meant to say that last word as soft as you did.to show how much eddie munson really meant to you.

"why do you care how he treats me?you dont even know me." eddie smiled.

"yeah,i know,i dont know why i did that." you said,brushing it off.

"well,either way," he said,leaning in "it was pretty badass."

and that made you smile."well if its enough to make eddie munson call it badass,then im happy i did it."

there was a comfortable silence that fell on the two of you.

"so,what could possibly make the princess have a bad day?" despite the nickname,he really did care.

"its just stuff" you said,not sure if you wanted to open up.

"ah stuff" eddie said with this meditative voice whilst nodding his head ,he had this old man contemplation look on his face, like you had just said something incredibly serious.causing you to let out a tiny laugh.you sighed and turned to him.

"its just,i get these moments.when the world feels like its too much.when everyones crowding me and i cant think because theres so much going on.like-"your voice broke at that,to your own suprise you were crying. "like everyones talking about me,judging me,because im not this perfect princess.i just,i cant handle it sometimes.and it feels like i should.and because i cant,everyones,i dont know,dissapointed." you wiped the tears from your face and looked up at the sky."im sorry,im just being stupid.i dont know why im telling you this."

eddies right hand slowly went to your face.he wiped a tear and paused.wanting to make sure you were okay with the contact. "hey,you arent being stupid.everything you feel makes sense.its okay."

you looked at him,into those beautiful eyes. he gulped,and wiped his left hand on his jeans.he was sweaty and nervous.you thought it was cute."everything hurts eddie,everything inside of me aches."you whispered.

"its all okay.dont worry,nobody is dissapointed or judging you.not out here,okay?" you nodded. "i got you.right now its just me and you." he said,placing his other hand on the side of your face.

you laughed,a loud one,a stupidly loud one.which made eddie look so confused you felt bad.

"three years eddie munson," you explained between laughs "three years repeating twelfth grade and you still dont know its 'you and i' "

the trees echoed with your idiotic laughter,and then eddies.and then your conversations.you two talked about your home lives.about your taste in music.you could talk to him like this for hours.

"oh shit" you muttered "what?" "i think we should head back to school,i already missed a few classes." the concerned look on your face met with the sound of eddie munsons stifled laughter.

"you really wanna go back in there?" he asked between giggles."back to jasons banged up face and a million cheerleaders asking you a million questions?" "you make a good point,munson.so what now?" "i dont know.but i do know you gotta stop calling me munson." "alright then,as long as you stop calling me princess." "deal"

"so what should i call you?" eddie asked.

"anything you want." "anything?" you nodded.you couldnt care less what he called you.as long as he called you it.

"just so long as it isnt something you call all of your girlfriends." you smiled.

"im afraid ive got no girlfriends."

"really, the eddie munson?" you emphasized 'the' "im surpised you dont have the babes falling head over heels for you." you joked making him smile another big smile.

"nope.and what about you?"

"nope" you said,repeating him.

"really,captain of the cheer team and you dont have some douchebag jock taking you out?"

"not one" you whispered that,leaning towards eddie.you waited for him to speak,but he didnt.instead he sat there,cheeks turning red and breathing becoming faster and faster.you realized just how close you were.

you pulled back."oh im so sorry,i didnt mean to make you feel uncom-" you were cut off by eddies lips on yours."i was just-" he began "working up the courage to kiss you." you smiled before slowly leaning in again to kiss him.your hands tangled in his hair and his hands on your waist.

you really could stay there forever.

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #fanfiction #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #comfort fic #eddie x reader

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yennasun · 1 year

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So uh-

(Ya don't have to do dis if u don't wanna)

can I have a prompt(?) of MT doin self-harm stuff and gets caught/seen by one/some/all of the cg(+Purple)? <:)

Trigger warnings apply yall, be aware of that.

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Creeeaak

It'd been late in the night when green heard it, the unmistakable creaks from the hinges of the front door he'd procrastinated on oiling.

Thinking it was either purple, MT or yellow going on one of their midnight walks he tried to go back to sleep but his eyes flew back open at the possibility of a break it.

Definitely don't want a creeper sneaking up on us...

He decided to go check things out like he did almost every night.

He confirmed his own suspicions of nothing being there, however he caught the smell of alcohol, freshly brewed healing potions and...

...blood...

There was no mistaking the pungent, irony smell of old and dried blood.

Leaning out to see through the front window, he saw MT walking out into the surrounding woods. The smell of blood had tipped green off that he was up to something and with all the context clues he had, it couldn't have been anything good.

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Mangos head hung low and his shoulders slumped so deep it was a wonder his arms hadn't popped off his body.

He'd cursed himself once he realized he'd forgotten to wash his "tools" leaving them marred in an old and dry crimson mask.

He ventured off the beaten path to find his cave, this time he'd brought some other tools.

He's brought some razor wire and rope, along with leaving a ton of ice in the cave making it unbearably cold.

He finally reached, he broke the cave open and immediately felt the cold peirce his skin and he wasn't even in the cave.

He took his shirt off and left it outside, stepped inside, blocked the enterance and got to work.

This time there would be no screaming, this time he'd take his punishment like a man.

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Green followed him through the woods from afar, managing to keep track of him despite his admittedly poor perception but at least MTs was worse than his.

He took note of the bag he held but couldn't make out anything in it.

He continued to trail him until he turned off into a clearing and seemingly vanished into thin air, leaving nothing but his shirt.

Green looked around perplexed.

He was just here! What the shit?!

He continued to look around, not moving until he nearly jumped out of his skin at the feeling of a hand on his shoulder.

"Green" a familiar voice whispered from behind him and he jumped forwards.

He whipped his head around to see purple looking back at him.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" Green whispered loudly

"I smelled blood by the front door and saw you leaving, so I got worried and went after you." Purple said defensively

"Why wo-...aww you were worried about me?" Green smiled

Purple blushed slightly but steered them back on topic.

"So what are YOU doing out here this late?" Purple questioned

"Same reason as you; smelled blood in the house, saw mango leaving and decided to see what he's up to."

"You really need to let all of that go, I changed so what's to say he cant?" Purple asked

"This crap again" Green mumbled before looking back at purple

"The difference is that you regretted what you did, MT did way worse things and doesn't feel any regret at all!"

"If you're talking about...that, then you need to understand that I don't hold it against him and neither should you. I...I had my own plans for mango and he simply beat me to it."

"But again, you showed remorse. Mango feels no guilt" Green replied as they continued to survey the area.

"And besides-" he continued

"You had some...skeletons in your closet that might've influenced your decision making." As bad as green felt for brining that up, he sort of had a point.

"Oh come on now, there was no need to bring that up...with that being said though, who's to say mango doesn't?" Purple asked

"I mean just look at the guy! He was probably pampered by rich parents and all that shit." He answered bitterly, having the picture of a smaller mango with the same scowl being hovered over by taller parents who looked just like him, scowl and all.

"Maybe...maybe we'll see...hey! feel something!" Purple beckoned green over to some smoothstone that seemed to lead to a small cave.

Green put his hand on the stone and found it uncharacteristically cold for the environment and he felt vibrations on it.

Purple had went to go investigate some strange sounds in the foliage and green braced himself before taking out a pickaxe.

He broke a single block and the frigid air came out in steam, the same smell that caused him to get out this late in the first place had now overwhelmed his sense.

Once the steam cleared he saw...

...Oh god!

Purple turned around and saw green quickly block up the hole he made, he ran off to the nearest bushes wided eyed and purple ran after him.

Green bent over and threw up in the bushes, his body flexed uncontrollably with each heave.

Purple could do nothing but rub circles around his back while he used his previous dinner to fertilize the bushes.

Once he was done he was gasping for air.

"Don't...open up that cave purp." He said through spits and breaths.

"Don't do it...ah fuck, you're just gonna do it anyways...especially when I tell you that... whew... that it involves mango."

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MT got to work immediately, heating the irons up and pressing them against his skin. But this time, instead of moving on to something sharp he grabbed the rope.

He wrapped around each burn and vigorously rubbed the rope back and forth, causing even more pain to his burned skin.

He kept going until each and every burn he made had been accompanied by marks of rope-burns.

This time he held in his screams, he deserved to suffer in silence.

He taken the razor wire and wrapped in up his arm deep enough to peirce skin but with both ends loose, he grabbed one end and took a deep breath before ripping it away from his arm.

This caused the razor wire to slice deeply a spiral pattern on his arm and sending blood spewing on the already masked walls.

He repeated on the other arms before taking his trusty dagger out and carving out his chest and stomach.

The pain and blood loss had been so great and were aplified by the freezing cold, that he hadn't noticed the cave warm up slightly in a warm draft.

He didn't hear the audible gasp behind him.

He took his chain and poked the hooks into his back and tore it open down the middle, then did the same sideways.

He successfully held his screams and they instead came out as animalistic breaths and gasps.

He uncorked a healing potion and was ready to do it all again.

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Purple felt anxiety and dread build up in their stomach as they stood outside the cave with pickaxe in hand.

They took a scared, shaky breath before opening the hole.

Green had recovered as much as he could, but purple could tell he wasn't gonna get any sleep tonight after this. Whatever green saw had to have been awful to make him lose his stomach AND rattle him that bad.

They broke the cave open and they saw something infinitely worse than what they could imagine.

MT had been butchering himself, and the cave was his cutting board.

Purple went stiff, unable to speak or even think straight.

MTs harsh breathing and desperate grunts had died down into quiet whimpers and groans.

They watched as MT got creative, doing things they would've never even thought of and purple had ceased to realize that they were in the "splash zone" so to speak.

And then they watches as MT took a healing potion and did it all again!

Once MT was done the second time around purple watched him lie flat on his back, panting hard from weakness.

He lifted a healing potion, but let his bloodied arm fall as his panting had died down along with the movement of his chest.

Purple spurred to action, they jumped in the cave quickly.

MTs eyes were closed and he surely die had purple not shown up.

They ignored the cold drying the blood on their face and grabbed the healing potion out of his hand and held his mouth open with the other before pouring the potion down.

"The fuckin walls are painted..." Green said shakily behind them.

Once the potion went down, MT coughed as his wounds immediately mended. Purple had been shocked by how well the wounds healed, leaving absolutely no trace as to what he'd done.

MT came to and he looked around, he saw purples terrified gaze looking down on him and green woozy one not too far behind them.

Once he processed what happened he Put his hands over his face, he'd never been so humiliated.

He was ready for the taunts, the ridicule and the scolding, he braced himself...

He felt arms clasp the back of his head and wrap around it and purple sounded on the verge of tears.

"Mango please, please, please don't do that again" was all they could think to say.

Honestly he'd rather they just made fun of him cuz this was infinitely worse.

Purple, after everything I did to them...they need help way more than me and here i am worrying them like this...

On top of that green was there to see it too...this is the worst!

He kept his hands over his face and just wanted to disappear.

He was helped up and the three walked through the deathly quiet woods in silence with purple seeming on the verge of a nervous breakdown and green glancing at MT with uncertainty.

MT refused to make eye contact with any of them, they finally reached the house and green reached out for MT, trying to sat something but being unable to find the words.

MT went back to his room, sat down on his bed and put his head in his hands.

He knew how badly he fucked up now...he didn't know how to make this right...

Who am I kidding, I can't do anything right.

Eventually purple burst into the room without Even knocking.

They were shaking and had tears streaming down their face while blabbering incoherently.

They grabbed hold of mango and MT held them close, saying anything even straight up lying to get purple to calm down.

He made half promises

"I'll never do it again, I swear."

Half truths

"I didn't like doing it"

And lied

"It was the only time I did it."

But at least it did the trick, purple had began to speak properly.

"Please dont...no more..." Purple said shakily

"Sshhh, it's okay. I'm okay just calm down, I'm here." Mango had begun to shake himself but bottled it up for purples sake.

"No, no you're not okay...and thats fine but you're not taking help, I just don't understand!" Mangos shirt was now soaked with tears.

"...I want you to get better and I worry about you everyday but it feels like you don't even want to get better. It hurts so much to see you do these things to yourself." MT said nothing as he had no intention of changing his ways.

Until purple unknowingly played their wildcard.

"...why are you doing this to yourself...why are you doing this to me?" They said quietly

MT caved immediately and held purple tighter as tears came down his face now.

His silent sobs could easily be mistaken for simple deep breaths, you'd never know he was crying if he had his back turned to you.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry." He whispered

"I'll stop...I'll stop just please don't worry about me anymore"

"I'd love not to, if only I didn't think it's the only thing keeping you alive."

MT was crushed completely, hurting purple so badly over something he saw at the time was right and Fair.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry" he kept repeating through quiet sobs

As hard as it was for MT grasp, deep down he knew purple was right; he needed help.

But he always thought he could take on his own problems and was so caught up in his own twisted mentality that he subconsciously ignored the fact that the color gang always helped echother through their problems.

Something has to change...

Green himself had alot to think about, and boy did he do alot of it.

Tonight was definitely an eye-opener for everyone involved as they all saw with brutal crystal clarity how not-fine MT was despite his contradictions

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I still don't know how to add a readmore cut on mobile, help!

#alan becker #animation vs minecraft #avm #animator vs animation #avm king orange #au #avm mango #avm purple #avm green

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insomiavent · 2 years

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Hello insomnia

And hello people reading

Im not really expecting much attention on this but it would be cool if it did i just wanted to have a place to vent anonymously on a platform in sorta used to.

To be honest im surprised that tumbler has lived for so long but then again people are sucker for this kinda stuff i guess

As of writing this its 2 days before i become a sophomore in high school, I want to buy a pink vest because my sister wont let me barrow her’s despite never wearing it. Im currently listing to Achilles come down by gang of youth from the album go farther in lightness. My boyfriend isn’t responding to any of calls or texts so i out on a timer to see how long it will take for him to respond my girlfriend is sound asleep. I am polyamors and i am gender fluid so use any pronouns.

Im the middle child of three i have a older sister who’s judgmental and a bitch she didn’t used to this way she graduated from high school but wasn’t able to because of a bitchy teacher being to slow to grade things shes a picky eater and always has to have a say in what ever i do shes gonna be a horrible roommate cuz she cant even keep up with simple chores and has to be reminded to throw away razors after collecting rust over 3 times back to back. Is this really the person i should be looking up to? I don’t know i don’t want to shes load and obnoxious and is bitchy if you wake her up a little to early. She has a job but cant even fucking drive so my ma has to drive her i kinda hate her right now we got McDonalds today and i told her that i was gonna finish her drink cuz i didnt get one and she made it appernt that she heard but later was surprised that i actually did and got bitchy about it saying that she expected me to leave some and later said “Thats why i dont get you stuff” like excuse me? Ma paid for this shit and last i checked you cant fucking drive so shut the fuck up

I have a little sister shes 8 months old and is a cutie but is very much a druma queen shes gonna be a child of god aka she is going to get baptized i love her im nervous if she does end up looking up to me but my boyfriend says not to worry cuz “The world needs more people like you” so ill try and not to worry

My mother

i have mixed feeling about her shes doing her best

thats what i can mostly say

She was a teen mom

14 she had my sister 16 she had me its very obvious that me and my sister were mistakes and thanks to that i have lots of issues but its not her fault she has gotten better threw the years ans is loving but can get annoyed shes overwhelmed with the birth of the baby so im trying my best to help her around the house and she knows im gay and dosent really care but asks me to keep from her husband

so lets talk about him i have a history with grooming and well sexual assault i spoke out about it around the 6th grade but nothing much happened because the man who did it was my mothers boyfriend he had let himself into the bathroom during my showers and touched me and made me do things i didn't want to do like touch him and i had known him for most of my life because my bio father had been deported so yea back to the boyfriend he gaslighted me into thinking it was a misunderstanding so nothing happened that being said they broke up because of his lack of free time this lead me to go into a depressive state and i almost overdosed

Now to the husband

hes creepy sometimes

like just the way he acts the other day i was laughing cix of my girlfriend and he started just being weird he patted my head and like jabbed his hand into the back of my neck it was creepy and like he walks around shirtless

this is making me uncomfy so imma stop

im currently listing to i wanna be yours by artic monkeys from the album am

thanks for reading this and giving a stanger some time have a good day or good night

with love

insonia

#trauma vent #vent post #insomia #its 3:30 am #tw assult #tw sex assault #tw sewerslide

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forjongseong · 2 years

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NANA I AM FINALLY HERE AND AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH okay the way you described Jay cooking and his mom telling him to chill BRUH LMAO me tbh and then MR. LEE THE REALEST ONE OUT HERE approaching jay!!!!!!

Is this a goodbye set?

SHUT THE FUCK-

I don’t feel like pushing the trolley alone.

BRUH ME AF LMAO i always take my nieces and nephews to the store with me. i make them push the carts and carry the basket. lol they think im buying them things, WHICH I DO, but i make them work for me hehehehehehh

Each day you spend with Heeseung, you learn something new about Jay.

STOP IT! MY HEART IS BREAKING ALREADY.

“Do you see him in your future?”

NANA! not me listening to taylor swift and crying omfg I CANT WAIT TO TELL MY BF LATER AND CRY TO HIM T_T

You rolled over to the right side of your bed, where Jay used to sleep. You caught a whiff of his scent from the pillowcase and you froze.

omg nana, not me legit crying lol like idk what it is about me rn, but i am IN TEARS emo hours hitting hard lolol maybe because i was brought back to when my bf and i first broke up and i was missing him. ugh, we were stupid then but stupidly in love now. dhadhashsahahaah T-T

When ordering a drink at a café, he mentioned your favorite drink instead of his own

stopppppppp it omfg my heart is crushing i- i cant right now.

Surprisingly, Jinyoung did not fall back and instead retaliated, landing a punch on Jay’s face.

THE WAY I FUCKING SCREAMED but i need to stop screaming. my sister is asleep and she works third shift sfashdhajdsak

He let you move his face around, and although he looked serious, he was dying inside from having to suppress the feeling of wanting to just pull you into his embrace.

nana i am gushing here LORDDDD i can picture this all so well T-T jay just wanting to just throw everything away and hug her aaahhhh!!

Soon after, you stopped in your tracks and looked down, sobbing.

i wasnt gonna comment on this but I JUST HAD TO. i paused from reading and broke down crying idk why defghdjsakda maybe because i've been here before and i understand where she's coming from

“I’ve said stuff I didn’t mean that ended up driving you away.”

Jay chuckled softly. “If anything, I should be the one apologizing for leaving you all alone.”

me cryingcryingcrying omfg DO YOU KNOW MY LIFE, NANA? lmao jkjk

“Hey, Park, I just wanted to ask—Oh, shit.”

HWI I AM CRYING HERE OMG WHY DID U RUIN THE MOMENT SDFGHJKL

He didn’t need to walk through fire, for his fire was you.

my heart is so fucking happy right now, LIKE THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!!

OKAY NANA HERE IT IS LMAO i fucking love this series so much. SO FUCKING MUCH. their lil argument and jay being away got me in tears. when she slipped in the bathroom and called for jay, I CRIED. i paused again and broke down crying. like i said, relatable to when my bf and i broke up the first time. im in shambles, speechless, BECAUSE THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL, NANA. my heart strings were tugged and then i walked through fire with jay T_T thank you soooooooo much for writing this. <3

Man I'm sorry this relates to you so much I swear I wasn't spying on you and your boyfriend! akjsdhkjasdhsakjhsda what Taylor Swift song were you listening too? Did you tell your bf yet?

prepare for part 5.5 in which boss yn and secretary!Jay go on a trip (spoiler alert) with the rest of the hyungline!

#nanaanswers #from.genie #nanafeedbacks #fic: tusa

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iamalwaysconfusionbitch · 4 hours

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I didnt post this becuase my mom follows me on instagram but i cant fucking stand her..... i have to pray everyday that i dont slip and tell this bitch she's a fucking idiot who can't do shit on her own.... her lazy ass son doesnt do the shit she ask of him, lies to her, guilts her out of money she dont fucking have, steals shit out my room, eats all the fucking food like we got the money, will cook himself six fucking burgers and complain when i ask for one, put shit on walls and lies about it.... her broke ass also buys him anything.... i ask for a fucking laptop like two or three fucking years ago when she got me a suprise huion tablet (dont like suprises for good reasons).... we have a fucking refurbished windows 8 that i won in middle school.... that shit dont work together..... bitch... but the lazy piece of shit who wont think bout anybody else but himself and steal shit from both of us can can a fucking switch..... she had to get a new fucking phone for a interview and gave this nigga he old one.... so now he got a switch and two phones.... i had to buy my last one when the cheap ass phone she got me broke.... had to buy it with my own fucking money from my first job that i got to try and get a laptop... had to spend my fucking money on school clothes a supplies becuase her broke ass didnt even try to save to get me stuff.

I dont even fucking ask for a lot becuase ive trained myself not too, due to the trauma both financial and mental shes put me through as her personal therapist.... and she takes fucking advantage of it.... it always something with her.... my brother gets a bus card from his school to got to and from school and she still give him money.... talking about i send him to buy tissue and dishsoap... no you fucking dont.... she sent him bacially 70 dollars this month for fuck and i cant even get the money for the youtube premium... she sent me 26 dollars and i just had to beg her for 10 more to get home after tennis practice and buy me some fucking chips.... i cant stand this bitch...but let me have a fucking attitude and im just so ungrateful.... last night she brought up something that happened like damn near two years ago where she tried to take me and him to a fucking concert in a park (with music neither of us listen too) and we fucking complained becuase we both dont like loud spaces like that, and now she's like yall dont ever want to do anything with me.... but when i talk about a movie i want up too watch together you always find something to do in the middle of it.... she such a fucking bitch its ridiculous and she gets mad at me for being emotionally unstable.... bitch she caused this.... you moved us out with a fucking strange man you found the internet and kept moving us in with strangers, and when you lack meth addicted boyfriend threatened to kill us i had to convince your grown sobbing us to take us to the apartment you got us but didnt want to go to becuase the fucking dumb ass trifling ancestors told you it wasnt time yet.... this bitch is stupid and juvenile... whats her fucking problem....last year she took me to fucking oklahoma for a fucking family reunion after assuring seeing those dumbass nuggas wasnt the gift but when i asked whst we were doing for my birthday for the rest of my birthday money (that i had to spend to eat on the trip, while she gave my brother and/or paid for all his shit) it was what are you talking about? when i point out, she's his favorite she acts like im crazy.... this bitch literally told me that she would have killed herself after he mom died snd left me with my gambling addict dad if she didnt find out she was pregnany with him... she's so fucking manipulative... she has made me her personal pet therapist for years telling me she i shouldnt have known becuase she has no fucking friends but when i want her to care a bit she asks like im telling her i hate her.... i bet it fucking feels like that becuase you feel guilty for all the shits youve done and continue to do.... its always something with her.... she parentified and adultified me but now wants to set parent child boundaries... bitch fuck you...

I love her, but i dont fucking like this bitch and im not going to say she's all bad becuase on the scale of mother's ive seen shes rrally not that bad like at all.... but its the fucking condescension and denial of shit shes said, done, and put me through that piss me off

#personal rant #mommy issues

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junjiie · 8 months

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omg… you’re asking me for music recs 😧😧 ok uhhh most of these are just hozier ngl-

man in the box and good enough by xdinary heroes bc i just love those funky guys they’re great and those songs are both sooo good (the lead guitar player 😩😩)

hozier’s new album unreal earth has me regurgitating my soul and selling it to him in hopes i can obtain the rights to shove his music into a bottle and keep it on a chain around my neck. OK FIRST LIGHT AND FROM EDEN THOSE ARE WONDERFUL SONGS BY HIM IF YOU HAVENT ALREADY LISTENED TO THEM

sleep well, you and i, and poetic vulgarity by d4vd >>> those are mwah mwah (i think you and i has the same sort of vibes to tv girl songs so i feel like you might like it??)

HONEY (ARE YOU COMING) by måneskin!!!! newest songs of their’s. on the topic of this band, for your love is also so scrumptious

ok ok uh sage and gaslighting by onlyoneof are so- 😭😢😩😫 idk what else to say

last one: cashew by jude york is such a good song to walk down the streets listening to or laying down on the ground staring at the ceiling

i would love to rant more about the lyrics but i’ll let you give a listen to some of these before i comment and stuff :DD

OKAYYY!!!!! jj listening party go 😈

man in the box - the first 10 or so secs i was getting into it and I WAS GETTING INTO IT EVEN MORE WHEN IT SWITCHED UP? this is so evil its amazing omg

good enough - THIS BALLAD THING AFTER THAT FUCKASS EVIL SONG 😭😭 was lowk expecting it to switch up like mitb did LMAOO. it it was kinda good though like Okayy! they hitting those notes for real!

first light - WAIT THIS WAS SO ? fuck it up hozier.... Sky set to burst the gold and the rust the colour erupts like do u other guys even get it 😢😢

from eden - CRAZYYYYY THIS HITS SO HARD HELLOOOO. broke my door down punched me in the face and then emptied my wallet fr.. HE IS INSANE 4 THIS. i rly like the line “to the strand, a picnic planned for you and me” it j sounds nice!!!!! and the first bit of the instrumental (3:11 - 3:24) is SO FUNKY AND COOL.

sleep well - not totally my thing but i still kinda liked it ^ ^ when the drum beat thingy whatever (man idk what it was HRLSPP) kicked in at like 0:38 it gave me joji slow dancing in the dark vibes lowk :o

you and i - SO CRAZY GOOD AND FUNKY I LOVED IT!!!!!!!! a song it reminded me of kinda was money by the drums (SOOOO GOOD) but i see what u meant by the tv girl?! mayb the getaway ?! the desolation tango ??? HRLP IDK WHICH (BUT BOTH R ALSO SO GOOD!!)

poetic vulgarity - it was. ok??? rly sorry bsf but this one wasnt for me 😞 i dont think slow soft sad songs r my thing idk

honey (are you coming?) - NOW THIS IS CRYAZYYYY WHY HE FUCKING IT UP LIKE THAT. his voice reminds me of someone but I CANT THINK WHOOO i will lyk if i figure it out but it j hits the right way Omg 👍👍 very fun time 10/10 so much excellence.

sage - horny gay fuckers make GOOODDDD SHITTTT i was busting more than one move fr. ADDED TO THE PLAYLIST!!!! wait omg have u listened to ultimate bliss by ooo...... that shit is so good i start floating its crazy

gaslighting - BREAKING: these gay people gaslight me into thinking i was gay too.... 🙁🙁 THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD OH MYOGODODDDD. that funky little added sound in the bg that starts at like 1:30 is INSANE I DIED??

cashew - ITS SO GOOD BUT THE WAY HE PRONOUNCED DÉJÀ VU WAS KINDA FUNNY I GIGGLED. it was rly rly good though FUCK IT UP JUDE!!!!!!!!!!! NOBDOYT NODY DNODBOY NBODY NOBDY WANRTS U LIKE I DO!!!!

SOL. THNK U SMMMM FOR THESE ILY. I HAD SM FUN. JJ LISTENING PARTY OVER!!!!! DROP THE MIC!!!!!

#LMAOO THIS IS SO LONG SORRY BSF. snuck in a couple recs of my own too LOL #BUT PLS DO RANT ABOUT THE LYRICS MORE I'D LOVE TO HEAR IT!!!!#and give me ur spotify while ur at it Hii 😈

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lunatic-fandom-space · 11 months

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Oh god, Famine telling Dean that hes not hungry bc hes already dead is giving me flashbacks to this one scene in a german mcyt fic I read a few years ago. It was meant to be based on V for Vendetta and it even has that line "Remember, remember the fifteenth November" except I think its actually supposed to be "Remembe, remember the fifth of November" or maybe it was the other way around ? Either way, the fanfic had the wrong line which is a sign of great quality 👍 The actual plot of the fic was that this freaky slenderman-esque man with tentacles n shit broke out of some kind of facility on the same day that some normal guy (who was still a youtuber in this universe just so you know) decided to commit suicide by jumping off a bridge and saw the Slenderman Man running around with his tentacles fully out or something ? Idk, but Slenderman Man is like "I cant risk you telling the authorities you saw me and I cant kill you even though I kill tons of people with my tentacles and other vaguely defined powers bc I only kill bad people and youre pure of heart" and he also cant just let the Youtuber Man commit suicide like he was going to I guess, so instead he takes him to his fancy minimalist apartment in the top floor of what I presume to be a public apartment building in the middle of some big metropolis and from that point on its more of a beauty and the beast story than a V for Vendatta AU (atleast I think so? Idk ive never watched or read it). So theyre bonding and whatnot (Selnderman Man is also going around killing people in the meantime btw) and one evening theyre sitting on the roof top of this tall ass apartment building together and Slenderman Man is waxing poetic about how pathetic humans are bc hes Not Human(tm) and he says smth like "when I look at humans, all I see are marionettes held up by the strings, rope, chains, take your pick, that bind them to society" and Youtuber Man is like "well, what do you see when you look at me?" and he responds "Nothing. Youre already dead"

And the reason I remember it so vividly is because this was on wattpad and on wattpad you have the option to comment on individual lines and I commented on that last line "well, he seems pretty alive for someones whos already dead" trying to make a joke, and a bunch of depressed teens decided to gather under that comment and talk in detail about their mental illnesses and comfort each other and stuff in a very serious manner and it made me so intensely uncomfortable and for like, one or two weeks straight my wattpad notifications were just clogged by this weird conversation that I wasnt even participating in

#supernatural liveblog #some personal shit

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hii could i request chuuya and dazai with a male reader who has like a dramatic and impulsive personality/type of humour? like he impulsively spends money or makes plans, and talks pretty hyperbolically bc he thinks its pretty funny-

im sorry if this didnt make sense sjsjdjd-

heheheheh this is so funny

chuuya and dazai with a dramatic and impulsive male!s/o

nakahara chuuya

good lord why does he keep attracting these types of people /j

like isnt dazai enough

"ah, chuuya! this is the wrong soda! i said orange not grape! i feel like im getting drunk just looking at it"

"bitchass u said royal how would i know which flavour"

"you shouldve known! ah really chuuya do you even know me? your boyfriend?"

yeah. hes sick of you /j

but really he tries to keep with a lot of your impulsive decisions

like you'll be out on a date and you see someone selling his antique wall clock thats duck themed or whatever and what do u know chuuya's carrying it home

hes happy seeing u happy so most of the time he just allows you to do whatever you wanted to do

sometimes when hes not around u just end up buying so much stuff online that u set to overnight shipping

which chuuya ends up paying for bcs he doesnt let you 😭

LIKE HE WONT LET U WASTE UR MONEY SO HE WASTES HIS IDK MAN

"chuuya~ i have my own money yknow"

"yeah but you're not paying for this... what the fuck is this.. "face mask maker"? yeah you're not wasting your money on this i got it"

"but chuuya its not even that expensive"

"dipshit this is 400 dollars"

but he ends up enjoying your impulsive spends bcs u use it on him

"haha chuuya what if i make a wine face mask"

"you're not using my wine. ok but what if-"

WINE FACE MASKS

idk if chuuya or u would eat it-

one time u bought tons of makeup and he witnessed u going through so many styles of makeup in a week-

like the e-girl make up, the colorful makeup, then the rlly emo makeup then natural makeup

u wanted to try it on him but he refused

"but chuuya you'd look so pretty :(("

"you can be the pretty one, im good"

u did end up applying just eyeliner on him and he's fairly impressed

wont ask u to apply it again bcs hes too shy but u know he wants to have it on everyday

abt ur spontaneous plans, he usually stops u 😭

bcs even if u had time to go, he wouldnt and hed rather be there for u when u do go

so whenever you hear that he has a day off or he isn’t on call you’ve already bought tickets to disneyland!

overall i think hes okay with it as long as you’re happy

(ill make a side thing abt bsd boys handling homophobia bcs that shit deserves a separate post)

dazai osamu

i think hes just the same as u, but hes more Willing to pull through with your impulsive antics

while getting to know each other, you learn that dazai loves crab, but only eats the canned kind because he cant afford special crab

that made you sad that you bought so much crab and learned a few recipes under a day

now theres 5 different crab dishes and 10 more crabs in the fridge, and dazai isnt even home yet from work

he comes home to 7 different crab dishes and a very exhausted boyfriend

he loved the dishes.

nonetheless he joins u in your very impulsive travel plans because he has a lot of free time

(he doesn't he just ditches work)

poor kunikida calling dazai bcs they need back up and hes like

"sorry, kunikida-kun! i'm in disneyworld!"

"WHAT"

u also worry him a lot w ur hyperbolic vocabulary

"OSAMU I THINK I BROKE MY LEG"

THEN HE APPROACHES U AND HES LIKE

"OH MY GOD ARE U OKAY"

but u just stubbed ur toe 👍

but hes taking it all seriously and like

"we need to get you to yosano"

"wait- NO"

hes more understanding of why u do what u do so he tends to just follow whatever u wanted to do at the time

"i love u so much, more than the size of the.... the pacific ocean"

"my, that's a lot of love"

PLS U THINK DAZAI WOULD KNOW MORE ABT HANDLING MONEY

he can't. no one trusts u two with money.

kunikida even tries to NOT give y'all's checks bcs that one time u bought big ass bean bag and adressed it to the ada-

ranpo uses it now and fights to death with dazai to nap on it

u buy so many things and sometimes u forget to address it to ur home

like- some packages end up at atsushi's dorm

"kyouka-chan?"

"there's a box outside our dorm for you."

"WHY IS IT AT YOUR DORM?"

"i thought you would know."

and dazai' just amused at how u have everyone's address at ur disposal to use

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