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devourable · 3 days

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⚠︎ the stalker

sfw, mdni, beta read by @fluffula | tags ;; masc yandere x gn reader — stalking (duh), themes of self deprecation/lack of self worth, erotomania

hii im back from my unannounced hiatus bc i have more time on my hands :] ik vega didnt win the poll but fsr theyre the only one i could get myself to write sooo 🫶 i know im super rusty since I haven't written in ages so sorry if this is a lackluster return fic. it just be like that

vega just wasn’t the type of person that people liked. it was a fact, and he was well aware of it.

they were lanky and awkward, unkempt, and often didn’t know what to say or do in any given social situation. no one went out of their way to interact with them and vice versa. the few times he ended up around others anyway, he always found himself sidelined by the few people he could refer to as friends — they’d never be the focus, if they weren’t forgotten about entirely.

they weren’t anyone’s first choice. hell, they weren’t a second or third choice, either. it was a sad existence that he had accepted long ago — why bother trying to fit in if he wasn’t wanted? he was so boring, he wouldn’t wanna hang out with himself either, anyway. so every day and every night, they were alone.

then, he met you.

it started so simply. you started working at the same office as them, and they knew off the bat that it was your first time in a place like this. they expected nothing of you — maybe a lukewarm greeting as you passed each other during the workday, but not much more than that. so it surprised them when after your introduction, you rounded their desk and gently asked if they could show you around. maybe it was something about your tone, maybe it was that friendly look in your eye, maybe it was just you as a whole. but something about you just got them. they were out of their chair before they realized it.

they weren't the talkative type, but it didn't matter — you kept asking questions during the entire tour. what was that room for? how long had they been working there? did they like working there? you wanted their attention and they for the life of them couldn’t get why. even less so, they didn’t understand why they were so ready to give it to you. they couldn't help the way they stuttered out their answers to your questions, nor the way their face flushed after you laughed at the way they responded. but you did have to work, so you withdrew from them eventually to do just that.

well after you departed to your cubicle, you remained on their mind. your voice, the way you laughed, how you looked, it all swirled around in their mind as they sat in their desk. it remained that way the entire day, the following night, and the day after — they couldn't get you off their mind!

you chose him. you chose him, out of everyone else in the office. you were the only person that did that, and it made them feel so seen. so real, so… loved? was this what love was? the pounding in their chest and their flushed face would make him believe so. they couldn’t wait to see you again. just the thought of you returning the next day and every day after that bloomed butterflies in their tummy.

vega’s longing for you only grew more and more intense after every passing day. every day you came to work, they’d be the first to greet you and the last to bid you goodbye. they even changed their days off to match yours — going to work hardly seemed worth it if you weren’t there to make the day more bearable. every day they sat at their desk, daydreaming about spending time with you, going home with you, doing all the things they never imagined that they’d ever do before. and even though they were too awkward to seek you out during the work day, it didn’t stop them from staring at you every chance they got.

but after that first day, you paid less and less attention to them. you had work to do, after all, and no matter how hard they yearned for you, it grew harder to get you to notice them and harder for them to watch you. it was excruciating. for the first time in his life, vega wanted to be wanted — by you, specifically. he wanted your attention, your voice, your eyes on them again. but if they couldn’t have that, they needed to see you more to make up for it.

the stalking started small at first. occasionally following you when you got up from your desk to give a file to your supervisor or use the restroom, pretending to be distracted should you ever notice them (which you hardly did — they didn’t know if that bothered them or not). sometimes he ended his day at the same time yours ended so he could walk out with you, watching you leave from their car before they left themself. and eventually they started to follow you home directly. it was always from a distance. they wouldn’t want to frighten you, after all! it was okay as long as you weren’t bothered by it, he told himself.

he memorized your routine so he could base his own around it. you went to the store? he was going too. spending the day at the library? he was stalking after you from a different aisle. sometimes they’d leave little gifts on your doorstep just to see your bewildered reaction. watching you became his favorite pastime — they almost liked it more than talking to you directly. you somehow never noticed them lurking, staring at you from some shady hiding spot, panting and trembling just from the sheer excitement that your existence caused them. were you aware of just how cute you were when you thought no one was watching you? knowing all your bad habits, your mannerisms and all the things you did in private was exhilarating. it was like a secret for just the two of you. and whenever you came into work and talked to him like you usually did, it made him so fucking excited. did you know? maybe you did and you were fine with it. that had to be why you were so nice to them. they loved the idea of you liking their bad behavior.

vega had no plans of confessing to you anytime soon. he had so much fun stalking you, he saw no need to ruin it with his feelings. besides, you liked them back anyway — you had to have, why else would you let him get away with it for so long? he knew you wanted him, and he wanted you in return. all he had to do was wait for you.

#💌 vega l. ;; the stalker #i ;; the magician — my writing #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere x oc #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere nsft #male yandere x reader #yandere male #male yandere oc #nonbinary yandere #nb yandere #yandere boy

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hewwokitti3 · 2 days

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Manifest

JJ Maybank x reader

this is literally the world’s most satisfying fic because i’ve always said im kitty in a bunny-esc disguise. It’s my first time taking this seriously and actually trying so feedback would be nice :3 also thank you to @dulc3vida and @rafeysdoll for pre-reading this.

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The lights in the grocery store are always too bright. Their fluorescent hum always poisons the air. You look at the frozen food, scanning the prices. Only interrupted by the boy who has been following you around the store for ages, asking about the most nonsensical things, “Okay, okay, wha'bout the bracelet? How’d ya u get that?”

You blink before answering, “oh umm… yeah i made it”

He hums in surprise- leaning in to look at it closer, snaking his fingers around your wrists to raise it to his level.

“ummm… a few years ago…” You say, tentatively pulling back your wrist, still focused on the foods in front of you.

“a few? damn. it looks pretty new. what’s it for?” He's leaning over you now, seemingly unfamiliar with the concept of personal space with how he's now twirling your hair around his finger. You pull your head back.

“just… wanted some jewelry…” You neglected to tell him it was because the girls back in elementary school made fun of you for not having any accessories

He pauses for a second, trying to find a way to continue the conversation, unfamiliar with having to put in effort- actual effort- into flirting, "so jus 'cuz?"

You nod “just ‘cause” he looks at you up close for the first time. He’s seen you around the island, vaguely remembering Pope mentioning you in passing but this is the first time he’s had a full conversation with you. To his credit, he HAS noticed you but now he sees the bags under your eyes, it doesn’t take way from your beauty but it does scream that you don’t sleep well.

“ya get much sleep?” he asks, he’s still staring at you. not to mention it’s the most he’s seen you up close. he’s seeing you, really seeing you, for the first time. his brows furrow ever so slightly.

“mmm? - i ummm.” You shake your head in surprise “Oh I just got off my shift at the club on Figure 8. So 'm a bit sleepy”

he notices your exhaustion, even with the make up and hair. it’s in your eyes, your demeanor, your speech. he crosses his arms and leans against the wall, letting that flirtatious edge to his tone fade a bit. “ya shouldn’t be workin' like that, ya know. ya lookin real tired ma” and he says it like he really means it. like maybe he actually cares, which is insane… but maybe he does.

“oh i- i need the money” or rather your mom does. She’s been sick and her care has been draining your bank account for years. Her benefits only pay for so much, especially since most of the money gets stolen by your biological father (sperm donor) who can’t even be bothered to show up consistently, only rearing his head from his hiding spot every month around payday.

his tone instantly changes again. he looks away, his body stiffening. he doesn��t try to hide that he’s upset, it’s all in his expression. “know ya need money kit, i’ve talked to Pope enough to know what’s up, yeah?”

“Oh” You shift from foot to foot. You remember Pope, he’s the only person who could outdo you on tests, mainly because you’re a sleep-deprived mess nowadays. But you give him a run for his money even so.

“yeah, sugar. m'not that stupid.” he teases even though he looks like he’s about to explode. “so ya really be workin’ all the hours you can, huh?”

You nod. 'Why was JJ Maybank of all people talking to me anyway, much less calling me babe' you think, 'it’s not like we’re in the same circle, our only connection, Pope Heyward, doesn’t seem a good enough reason to start a conversation in the middle of a grocery store'

JJ crosses his arms and leans against the wall again, tapping his foot as he considers. when he finally speaks he seems more frustrated than flirtatious, a notable contrast to his usual manner. “so, you’re like, barely sleepin’, right?”

You continue comparing prices in your head, getting food for the week “Umm… how do you know that?”

“Um… i have eyes,” he says, mocking you to a degree, as if this is obvious. “you look tired. how much you work every week?”

You blink owlishly, too tied and over stimulated for this conversation, “A lot”.

“hmm- so… lemme get this straight,” JJ reaches his hands out slightly making a frame with his fingers. “the boss knows ya got your mom to take care of," he pushes he hands out with every phrase, "plus- plus ya don’t get more than like, 4 hours of sleep a night, and you probably don’t eat much either ‘cause you’re, y’know… working and…” his tone trails off. Putting his hands down, “who does the work around your house? the chores?”

“i do” you mumble, face twisting in confused annoyance.

“i can tell.” his tone is like he just realized something. “ya don’t have anyone who can help you? no other family?”

Your hands tighten around the small cart you’re pushing around. Family. Truthfully, no. You don’t have anyone. A father (or rather sperm donor as you like to call him) somewhere that you’re sure of. An aunt who lives somewhere in South Carolina but in the grand scheme of things, no. You don’t have family. “No” You answer plainly.

“damn,” he mumbles as he watches you, almost like he didn’t realize he said it aloud. he’s staring right at you, he’s still and quiet. “and nobody, like, helps you with that? gotta just do it alone?”

Your eye twitches. Why do you care? you want to ask him. “Yep” you say instead.

“yeah, but—“ he pauses like he’s about to continue but then he stops himself. " okay okay, i have a question. n be honest, alright?”

You’re beyond caring at this point, scanning the items in your cart and calculating the prices in your head. 'Ramen noodles, pizza, a loaf of bread… i have to put something back' “Okay” you respond.

“how do you do it?” he shakes his head again and his eyes are intense. “i mean- really, how do you just do it? all this…” he shrugs and gestures to you, to your cart. “how do you just keep going when you’re barely sleeping, barely eatin’, working your ass off?"

You shrug “Don’t have another choice” You’re right of course, the breadwinner in your family, since 14.

his eyebrows rise again “who’s gonna take care of your mom when you get sick? what are you gonna do if you end up fucking passin' out or somethin' man?”

“Just gotta push through it” You sigh as you put back the frozen Pizza. A diet of bread and ramen noddles is gonna be it for me this week. $3.79.

he watches you do this and seems to be doing some mental math. he takes two frozen pizzas from the shelf beside you and tosses each one into your cart.

after he’s done, he crosses his arms again and stares at you. “so, you’re gonna work and work and work and put yourself through all this bullshit until one day you’re burnt out? is that the plan?”

“why’d you do that?” You ignore his question in favor of putting back the frozen pizzas, You want them, you really do but can’t afford them. or at least that's what you wanna tell yourself.

his eyes narrow. “cuz those pizzas probably have twice the nutrition value of the rest of your damn shit. you’re gonna need them if you’re gonna keep up that ridiculous work schedule shit.”

You eye him “well it doesn’t matter, I can’t afford them anyway”

“and why’s that?” he asks, but he already knows the answer. your financial struggles are pretty damn clear, especially to someone who’s aware of your situation.

“i just can’t okay!?” Maybe you could’ve been kinder, especially when he’s just trying to help in his own JJ way.

he watches you, his gaze boring into you. there’s no way he doesn’t get your financial struggle; that’s obvious. but he pushes anyway. “you can’t afford it? or ya can’t let yourself spend the money 'cuz of your mom?”

“both” You mumble as you make sure you have the money for the pitiful haul.

his eyes are sharp as he looks at you, fighting the urge to make you look at him, “no, i’m askin' you; why don’t you think you deserve these? you have to have a decent meal eventually or you’re going to hurt yourself in the long run.” He shrugs his shoulders as if it were the most obvious fact in the world, and he was the genius who discovered it.

His tone is sobering compared to his usual playfulness . “It’s not a question of deserve” You say as you roll your cart to the register “Can’t afford it. Even if i want to”

“but you could make room for it in your budget,” he says. “you can make room for them, but you don’t want to. because if you did, that would mean… spendin' money on yourself. Hmm? puttin' your needs in front of your mom’s, right?” He points at you while he speaks, shaking his finger as if he’s scolding you.

You’re silent at his words, opting to load the two items into the checkout instead.

he watches you in silence as you scan and pay for your groceries. he speaks again. “your mom gets her meds before you do, right?”

You freeze at that. your blood boils. You’ve only ever told one person of that detail. Pope fucking Heyward. That bitch. “I don’t know what you’re talking about”

"think it’s pretty damn obvious what i’m talkin' about,” he says, his tone harsh. “you work your ass off, take care of your mom, and you’re lucky if you get to eat once a day. ya put her meds first, don’t you?”

You walk to my rickety bike. Rusty, painted pink by a kind neighbor, a small basket in the front “Why do you care?”

“why do i care that you are putting your life in danger to take care of a sick mother?” he repeats back to you. “why do i care that- that you’re starving yourself and running off of a couple hours of sleep a night to make sure that she’s alright? why do i care about that?”

“No one else does” You fumble with the nex- to-useless chain on the bike “You used to not care. Keep it that way” You swing your leg over the bike and take off, leaving JJ Maybank staring off after you. You don’t look back.

he watches you leave, frustration and concern etched in his expression. eventually, he sighs and mutters under his breath as he watches you round a corner. “goddamn it, kittycat,” he mutters under his breath. “goddamn it.”

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thank you for reading cuties!!! send ur thoughts bc I'm so nervy to be posting this AHHH but!!! But Im very proud of this lil fic because its my little brain child. (A lil bit inspired by @princessbrunette and @starfxkr for kitty!reader and I think one of them wrote about kitty meeting JJ in a grocery store and I thought it was the cutest shit bc who doesn't dress up to go to the store in case there's a cute guy) and thank you again to @dulc3vida and @rafeysdoll for helping me out KISSES!!!!

#jj outer banks #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank blurb

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possamble · 3 days

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realizing im kind of a weirdo about laios and marcille

#possramble #ignore this im just babbling but #the thing is that like. i don't ship laios and marcille together. their relationship is so so important to me in that laios comphets himsel #and THINKS that he might be in love with her but he isn't and that's my insane obsession #platonic soulmates for real but they're so sweet together that i fully expect them to be shipped together #like i get it. that's almost the appeal for me. if dungeon meshi were any other series there'd be an epilogue where they get married #convention dictates that they're meant to be together as the male protagonist and his beloved female deuteragonist #but dungeon meshi DOESNT do that and i love it so fucking much they're the comphet besties ever for my strange little brain #like if i ever did an arranged marriage au it would absolutely be laios and marcille having a platonic political marriage and then just #the most insane mutual pining with marcille and falin while laios and marcille struggle their way into becoming best friends #the imagery of the king and his beautiful court mage being tender to each other and everyone thinking they're in love is like catnip to me #like yeah they'd be like that and have no idea people think they should be together and the subversion makes me so obsessed #the more people ship them romantically. the more i enjoy their platonic dynamic it's like some sort of weird comphet fetishism idk #people think they're in love and im outside the window like YES... YES!!!#but also the second i see stuff of them kissing on the mouth or fucking im like oh god no i went too deep in here i gotta get out #don't wanna see that. i'll go feral over the idea of laios and marcille being arm-in-arm like king and queen but they would not fuck.#i want marcille to be his default comphet beard and dance partner/plus one at official royal events but they're not kissing.#she's there on his arm because he's scared of the other noble women tryna get him and being a baby about it #and people see them muttering to each other and laughing and generally being very sweet and think that they're dating but they're not.#she's actually covered in hickies from falin underneath her dress and is gonna get dragon dicked right after the party is over #like she's in her bedroom and falin's helping her take her ridiculous dress off while listening to her complain about politics #and falin is the person she goes home to the person she falls asleep to and wakes up with #they're a triad of utter devotion to each other but only farcille's side of the triangle is romantic #it's almost like an open secret because they're not trying to hide it at all but people assume and are surprised to find out #like people are so right about her relationship with the toudens but with the siblings' roles switched #love of her life & irreplaceable life companion. does anyone get it #anyway. i don't know what's wrong with me #it bothers me that they're not the undisputed most popular het ship for marcille on ao3 #it's unnatural. marcille being paired with any other man should be a fringe case.

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zizemakingthebed · 1 day

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All Because I Liked A Girl.

Part 3

A/N: lol i found this a bit nonsense whsgajdhe *wheezing* AND AND AND IM SORRY IF THIS WASNT GOOD AS PART 2. anyway i love u guys sm xoxo

if you have criticism and suggestions to me, you can just knock my dm or send it to inbox <3

🇵🇸 daily click

part 1. part 2.

Those messages still showed up several times with some different accounts.

You decided to turn on the do not disturb mode so those hateful messages won't bother you for a while before you switched app to reply Ellie's message.

You

yeah

i guess..

You took a deep breath, fingers were typing over the keyboard with hesitation.

You

i'm not, actually

can you come over, els?

i need u here

please

delivered

You let out a slight sigh, and you put down your phone to the kitchen table. You buried your face in between your arms, eyes were red and tears stain on your cheeks.

You were actually don't want to give a fuck about Anne's post, but the way people insulting you and the way she reacted to them, you couldn't even understand. How on earth you don't give a fuck with that when some people were saying they'll be waiting your funeral? They might really do something if they have a guts and you were unaware.

And someone was just mentioned your initial there, Anne reacted with 'shh'. What kind of reaction was that?

You scared, terrified even. It feels like you're going to isolating yourself in your home until they forget about the post. Sadly you'll never do that, and you won't and you can't do that because you're not even graduate yet!

You left your phone there, and tried walking to living room even though your feet still feeling a bit limp, you were resting your body on the couch with blank stare to ceiling. Your mind started to thinking about those comments, from the first you saw it to the last you saw it on blog. It scares you, so much. Your tears coming down from your eyes for the second time, your chest were going up and down. You were sobbing so hard. Terrified, confused, all your feelings mixed in one.

Morning felt so long. Now it's 1PM, and you still on the same position with cushion that you hugged for the past few hours. You can hear nothing but your sobs and the sound of cars passing by on the street. Still not feeling any better.

The next second, you heard a knock from your door, followed by sound of door opened. You could tell it was Lauren who just opened the door, sound of hurried footsteps filled the room, "There you are!"

Lauren runs over you, crouches on the floor so that she's at eye-level with you. Her eyebrows furrowed, she obviously worried about you. She tapped your shoulder two times, "Would you sit?" She asked.

You just nod and get up slowly, leaning on the backrest while Lauren put down the cushion on your lap.

"Where's your phone?"

You turn your head and looking at the kitchen table where you left your phone morning earlier, "There," You said, almost not making a sound.

"Okay."

She walk towards the kitchen, her hand picked up your phone without a glance and put it in her coat pocket. You didn't paying attention to Lauren and staring to the front of your sight as you still got your panic attack, but you really really tried to make yourself calm down. Oh, but it didn't help you at all.

Lauren went back with a glass of water on her hand, she sits next to you, "Drink it, and try to breath slowly," You just do what she said.

She put it down the glass on the coffee table after you drank. You feel her thumbs wipes your tears slowly along with her little chuckle. You swore you have no idea if Lauren weren't here, you might be drowning in your tears or maybe crying blood when your tears already gone. Or the worst part, you might be dead alone here. She was like your own sister, who always stay on your side when you're down and when you're happy.

Lauren smiled at you before she hugged you so tightly, her hands running through your hair, "You don't deserve this."

"It'll pass. They'll forget about everything what happened today in no time, okay? You didn't stole Ellie," She keeps saying some words to make you feel better, and apparently it does. You fell asleep with your head on Lauren's lap.

Lauren took your phone out, and she stared at the lockscreen. There's still a bunch of messages request from people who still trying to get you down. Her eyebrows furrowed, anger almost taking over herself.

'All these fucking unnecessary messages, and Ellie doesn't texting her at all while the problem was involved with her? What kind of girlfriend is she?'

Lauren decided to changed the setting to disable the notifications from any social media except messages, at least you wouldn't see those fuckers from your lockscreen notification center.

She turned off your phone and took a glance at your face, she sighed.

'Does she really care about you right now? When everyone were talking shit about you because they thought you stole Ellie from Anne?'

Woke up on the same couch, the first thing you noticed was Lauren wasn't here. You were all alone, lights turned on, it's already dark out there.

"Shit, how long I've been asleep?" You get up, looked up to the clock and it's already 8PM. You grabbed your phone from the coffee tables in front of you, seeing if there's any messages you can reply.

messages from lauren

idk how long you've been asleep but i rlly have to go so sorry for leaving u aloneee;((

i bought some foods u can heat it up, AND dont skip your dinner bcs i assumed you haven't eaten today

dont be so curious to open ur social media, kay? i dont want u get your panic attack again

i love uuuuuu 💋💋💋💋❤️❤️❤️

You laughed for a second, then you scrolled the notification center searching if there's more messages. Your smile disappeared when you didn't see any messages from Ellie.

I mean, she always tried to reply your message asap after you sent the texts even when she's busy, she would tell you that she can't reply all your messages right now and will reply it soon as possible. The texts you sent to her this morning were still delivered. There's even no calls from her, does she even read your messages through the notifications? You needed her so much, and where is she now?

You don't want to overthink it. Maybe she's been too busy, but today is fucking Sunday, how the hell a student got really really busy on Sunday?

You bit your nails, suddenly thinking about your biggest fear.

What if she meet Anne in somewhere?

Your mind straight up thinking about her and Anne. All those what-ifs filling up your head, even you whispered to yourself to not assuming everything in negative way. But you couldn't help it. You really hate it when you can't help to stop assuming things.

You huffed, resting yourself on the backrest. You staring at the wall, imagining if Ellie were here right by your side like Lauren did and at the same time you still thinking if she were with Anne today.

You almost fell asleep again when you heard Ellie's voice calling your name along with knocking on the door. You stood up quickly and ran into the door.

Once you opened it, she grabbed both of your forearms. Her face looked so worried, worried than Lauren. She panted, sweating all over her face, and messy hair strands on the side of her face.

Your hands on her shoulders, "Where have you been?"

She didn't answer your question, all she said was, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." And asking you if you were okay, then she hugged you tightly like you were about to leave her.

You ended up on your bed, laying down with your head resting on her arm. After she said sorry five times, you took her to the bedroom. You really wanted to ask her, where the hell was she this entire day? Why did she texted you and just disappeared, and then showed up looking so worried like she was almost dead?

But here you are, with her. None of you broke the silence. She caressed your cheeks so gently, kissing your forehead several times, and humming.

You looked up to her, staring at her green emerald eyes. Your mouth was opened, almost asking her the same question that you've asked before.

"Sorry, I had an emergency." Right before you could ask her, she spoke.

"What emergency?"

Ellie went silent, she bite her lower lip and glancing aside, avoiding eye contact with you.

"Ellie, what emergency?"

She sighed heavily, her eyes now looking at you, "Sorry, you got dragged into this mess because of me. I shouldn't be disappeared for an entire day after texting you," She closed her eyes and looked away, "I'm really sorry."

You sitting up there and shook your head in desperation, "You did answer my question earlier, but you didn't answer the last question, Ellie. What emergency?"

There's no reply from her. You scoffed, "Ellie, what emergency that made you didn't reply to my texts?"

Ellie turned her head, "You texted me?"

"What?"

Oh.. Wait, what?

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i-am-a-l0st-gh0st · 23 hours

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School au! It's valentine's day, and the reader has prepared a letter with a plushie that was a limited edition plush merchandise from lyneys favorite content creator magician. They wanted to cowardly confess through a letter, as they were worried of that destroying their best-friend relationship, even writing at the end of the letter "if this makes you uncomfortable or you'd wish to never speak of it again please just ignore this letter.".

Yet... When the time to give it came, they saw lyney had received quite a few gifts, but what broke the reader was when someone tried to suddenly kiss lyney. They got angry, furious even, the frustration taking each thought from their mind. They left the classroom and went outside, not wanting to look at this any further. Even if the girl was just being pushy - the sight itself hurt em. They decided it was a stupid idea to confess at all - knowing how many people liked lyney... He most likely wasn't going to pick the reader - at least that's what they thought. They sat outside near the school court, forgetting in their frustration that the place they were sitting it was see-able from their classroom. They crumbled the letter and sat there, head hanging low, as they skipped the class.

I should be over all the butterflies- Lyney x Gn!reader

Im still into you t/w- kissing summary- as shown above

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The sun shone brightly as you walked to school, bag in hand filled with things for Lyney. It was Valentine's Day, the day you were going to confess to your best friend. You may not have looked nervous but you felt it, your stomach was filled with butterflies and your palms were getting clammy. Maybe this is a bad idea?

As you stepped onto the school grounds you could see many people confessing their love, some being requited while others not. You hadn’t seen Lyney yet but hopefully, he didn’t have a crowd of people like others did.

Lyney was quite a popular boy, you were merely a shadow. Or that's what people called you. You followed him around like a lost puppy, wondering when he would get bored. He never did. Well, at least he said he never did. You started to worry about what would happen if this went wrong… Would he ever see you the same way? Or would he just see you as rubbish?

Inside the classroom, people were gathered around one spot. And you knew that spot as Lyney’s. Many girls, boys and other people were surrounding him trying to get his attention by giving him the most extravagant gifts. There were chocolates, and love poems and cards. All crappy valentines Day stuff. You were the only one who knew him well enough.

You didn’t bother trying to push into the crowd, you would only get tread on. You stood from afar watching him try and turn down the people politely. He was never one to make people upset or angry. Once he’d accidentally made you cry because he scared you by jumping out of a corner. The amount of times he apologised, and he still apologises today.

A girl in the sea of people leaned closer towards Lyney begging to be kissed. When he didn’t respond she kissed him herself. You didn’t stick around long after that, the tears in your eyes blocked your vision anyway. God, you knew it was stupid… Lyney would definelty pick one of the many people laid out for him. It hurt to think about. you’d loved him for so long. You scrunched up the note on the gift and threw it on the ground.

Not even 5 minutes later someone grabbed that bit of paper off the ground.

“Mon amour, what are you doing out here?” You knew that voice anywhere. “And what is this bit of paper with my name on it?”

Before you would react he opened the letter reading your love confession. You could see a tinge of red forming on his cheeks.

“You love me?” His face was almost bright red now

“I thought it was kinda obvious?”

“You kept it well hidden y/n.”

You felt him get closer, the heat of his body warming you. His hand softly grazed you cheek sending a slight shiver through your body. “May I kiss you?”

The butterflies were back and were not staying still anytime soon. Your words couldn’t quite form properly all you could do was nod. His lips softly pressed against yours, while he placed his hand on your right cheek pulling you in closer not letting you go. Lyney’s hands were soft making you feel more at comfort. The way he kissed was nothing like you saw in romance movies. He was so gentle with you, you didn’t mind that at all.

His hands moved to your waist pulling you in. The kiss felt like an eternity but was over just like that.

“Woah…” You couldn’t form the right words to tell him you loved it.

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gibbearish · 5 months

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love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

#yes i want things to be free like ??? that is not a weird desire #'but but it costs money to keep up' ok and? how is that my problem #the government has plenty of murder dollars they could reallocate a few to make internet services universal if they wanted #also these companies were perfectly capable of supporting themselves before the internet got drowned with ads so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#edit: muting notifs on this post bc new additions have kind of petered out #so no one feel bad about adding something someone else has said‚ it is not bothering me im just trying to keep my #notifs page cleanish lol #also since i saw some people are being redirected to read my tags: firstly hiiiiii this is a special secret message for you:3 #secondly i have learned since making this that the reason they were able to support themselves previously was because #of investors bankrolling everything #and theyre now finally realizing that theyre never going to actually make a profit and arent as willing to invest #however thats just a minor correction and doesnt change my overall point #once again. so many murder dollars #so thats why im just adding it here in the tags rather than making an actual correction #anyways . love yall 💕#origibberish #bigger gibbers

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bardicblast · 3 months

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#dnd #curse of strahd #rahadin #dnd rahadin #dnd art #artists on tumblr #dnd character #dungeons and dragons #drow elf #dnd drow #i am goncharoving my way out here guys #wanting to do art featuring our rahadin but we dont know anything about him so im filling out the gaps vaguely #peeking just a little into his wiki page with half my eye so i can confirm One Thing #i am fighting the hardest battle over here trying to not spoil anything from how the original lore went down #i learned my lesson not to search for anything bc the guys on reddit wont bother hiding imortant details from the title #i am still laughing..when i was like collecting and writing names together i stumbled upon the name vasili which i did not remember where #that came up so i went okay imma just search it and a piano dropped on me immediately #i am still torn between: this detail fucks im glad i know vs it would have been bonkers if i experienced the piano drop during session #plus the amount im on the cos tag this info is everywhere so there is no way around it anyway

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metalmaul · 1 year

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I made this meme a long time ago if someone hasn't posted it already to Tumblr. so long ago that I second guess if I actually made it but that's the line camera not actually centered not the same size font editing I use and I remember making this. so i'm pretty sure. anyways it's probably more like tumblr's speed if I had followers or knew how the fuck to tag it this would blow up

#plus tags don't work right on here anyway #kafka #franz kafka #the metamorphosis #sorrry if this is like. going to bother the bookheads out here. and you're like get this shit out of my franz kafka updates #one thousand pardons. i am merely a jester sires.#im a little drunk right now #sparkle on wednesday pass the mountain dew voltage peach schnapps peach orange mimosa mixture #it's not good by the way but i was trying to maximize my beverage options #by combining them #a type of fucked up bug metamorphosis in a way. kafkaesque. if kafka drank gamer targeted beverages mixed with alcohol #and smoked weed #mids. just like joe biden. dirt. brick. bidenesque

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andoutofharm · 9 months

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you might be thinking ‘wow you always have a lot to say about what every single song and every single album Means To You’ and the response to that is that i listen to a LOT of fall out boy and i take ALL of it personally

hope that helps

#looking back i realized i do this a lot like saying omg im an abap girl AND a mania girl AND a srar girl #or just. idk having random shit to say about what all of the 8ball songs mean To Me and .#i promise im not trying to make things About Me or whatever #i just have never been normal about anything in my life least of all fall out boy and their music #no idea if anyone actually was bothered by this but i dont want to be annoying i just Feel a lot of things about All of their music. ALL #ANYWAY. 27. what thee fuck

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witchspeka · 9 months

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I dont think Mob is naive as much as he's socially unaware, like the reason why he trusts Reigen so blindly is a bit more complex than just him being naive

Cause Mob reached out to Reigen because he was desperate to find someone like him, someone who understood his psychic specific issues, someone that could truly know what he's feeling and going through and give him guidance and support

Post incident Mob's thinking process was something along the lines of my powers hurt people -> my powers are bad -> my powers (my emotions, my instincts, myself) cannot be trusted

So he lost all confidence and trust in his own actions, resigning to being as passive as possible to avoid any further damage to anyone else, thus he started doubting his own perception of reality too

He's a kid already struggling with being ostracised for being socially inept, who just got traumatised and all of his insecurity increased by the tenfold, he doesn't know how to process what he's going through. He needs help.

And here comes Reigen, seemingly reliable, a responsible adult in a child's eyes, someone who claims he can understand him

Even tho Reigen doesnt. But it doesn't matter, because Mob finds comfort in his words and takes them to heart

Even if Reigen doesn't fully get it, even if he doesn't see the bigger picture, even if his advice isn't always the best

Eventually, Mob grows up, realises Reigen isn't as honest as he seemed through his 11 year old perspective, but like most things, he refuses to acknowledge it on a deeper level

Mob knows, but never tells Reigen, never thinks about what all those lies mean to him (ofc until he forces himself to face those doubts regarding Reigen, to properly acknowledge both of their flaws and accept them as they are, I should scream into the void about Confession Arc more God)

Due to his lack of trust in himself, Mob has relied on Reigen for years now to shape his moral compass, his thoughts, his decisions

Because well, Reigen lies, sure, but he isnt a bad person. When he hurts Mob, it isn't intentional or with ill intent, he still wants the best for him, what's the issue?

Except that it stunts Mob's growth. He doesn't develop as a person, doesn't have goals or wishes or ambitions, can't make choices on his own, he doesn't even let himself acknowledge his own emotions, he refuses to let himself exist

But Mob realises in time that he wants more than that, he wants to become better and be independent and feel again

Still, he puts the acknowledgement of the lies on hold for as long as he can, unwilling to question the way things are

This can make him feel a little naive, he constantly relies on Reigen and trusts his decisions and raises questions rarely until separation arc when he finally puts his foot down

And I do think that moment is the most resounding proof we have that Mob knows and allows himself to be used by Reigen, not wanting to shake the status quo, until he gets fed up

I mentioned the social ineptitude at the beggining but idk if I should even elaborate on that, you've watched the show, you know what I mean

He's blunt and can't read social cues or tonality that well and can't speak in front of crowds and is overall pretty awkward and I do think some people conflate that with naivety

Mob is still a child, he doesnt fully understand how the world works at the ripe age of 14 years old, but some folks take that as him being inherently naive/innocent/whatever which I don't find true

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umblrspectrum · 10 months

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mspaint is so fun when i've got no fucking idea what im doing

#honestly this was just like #my bf and a friend both use mspaint sometimes/always so i wanted to try it out #im not used to no stabilizer but its working i think #the fucking fill tool SUCKS though #where the FUCK is my ONE PIXEL WIDE GAP #but yea i like mspaint #just add layers and we're all cool #no im not even going to bother trying to shade this #i got so cocky after Those Two Drawings and i've now realizing i still have no fucking idea what im doing #anyways incase you haven't noticed im trying to incorporate a couple more curves into my style #instead of just pure sharp edges #i like it a lot more tbh #murder drones #murder drones n #serial designation n #mspaint #art #i feel like using the “artwork” tag is a bit pretentious of me for what are just sketches so im going to stop using it #if i feel especially bad later then i'll go through the rest of my posts and take it off there too #if i cannot replicate this style in clip then im just fucking moving to mspaint

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fuckingstupidbracket · 18 days

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like a regular bin, not even recycled or anything

#poll #okay so uh #dont read the tags ahead unless you care about my little vent #my mom got me a hoodie in December from shein #even tho i had two very similar hoodies already both from better brands #still fast fashion but not as fast #and one of them was modded by me #but the hoodie was fucking soft and comfy and good length so it quickly became my favourite hoodie #according to my mother tho after a month she started complaining that it's ugly.#it had those little balls idk what they're called but #1 i don't fucking care #2 they're removable #so anyway fot the past week or two shes been complaining every time i wore the hoodie and today she screamed at me and threw it in the trash #she also kicked me but thats unrelated #and like even if she bought me a new identical one that wouldn't help at all cause she still threw my stuff in the trasg #and bought from a company that goes against my values #and she keeps excusing it like “its cheaper”#im sorry but buying one good thing and wearing it too death is cheaper than buying a hundred things you throw away after less than 3 months #so fucking sick of this!!!!!!!!#i have more than enough clothes too and am currently trying to get rid of some #BUT NOT LIKE THAT WHAT THE FUCK #btw my vinted is dupiarz it's mostly stuff from 2017-2020 so not really trendy but maybe youd like something #the pnly clothing i dont bother repairing and just throw out is underwear #but i do fix socks because good socks are good socks

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demonbarberofbeepbeep · 6 days

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morning toddheads

#look he did have fun #he liked it #*walter white voice* he liked it. he was good at it #you know what i do think he loved her a little bit too #final scene is so sad #everything faaaaalllllsss apaaaart #i guess when i say i don't think sweenett is love #i do think they love each other in their ways #but the lie about lucy is so enormous #so central #to have lucy still alive and badly needing help #and have nellie continuously hide that from a man who is GRIEVING HIS WIFE #and trying to avenge her #it bothers me a lot #so i think the betrayal at her lying to him is multifold #it's not just you LIED to me #it's YOU lied to me #i thought you were on my side #all our confidences and tender moments had this lie beneath it #who are you #even #idk. i'm writing my fanfic and im in my feelings #their relatinoship is so complicated #what is love anyway #WHAT IS IS LOVE #baby don't throw me in the oven #in the oven #anymore #text post meme #sweenett

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moeblob · 4 months

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AU where Brent is a drone to help out at crime scenes and offer input after Right finds the drone. And basically he befriends the really weird guy possibly controlling the drone but has his doubts as to how human the drone's source can be. So Right and Brent just go around trying to solve crimes while Right just calls the drone "Fuckwad (affectionate)".

#my characters #i love right so much and i think he would actually do pretty dang well with a lil assistant drone because not a person #which means not liable to get hurt with a bit of contact so he can just #tap the lil drone or poke it to push it away a little #anyway hi i had a very VERY bad morning and im not gonna lie #i was genuinely at one point thinking huh what if i get hospitalized that sure would suck #and i was thinking huh maybe i should think of how to instruct my mom on how to post on tumblr to tell you guys im hospitalized #which in my defense i had to bother my mom at 2am bc i went down to get pain meds and couldnt make it upstairs #and was breathing so intensely on the stairs hunched over i was like hmmmm not the usual panic attack feelings #and she immediately asked me if i wanted to go to the hospital #so im like cool not gonna let that outta my mind thats fine surely no problem #just gonna fixate on being hospitalized #anyway i finally got helped upstairs and was in incredible pain and couldnt breathe v easily #and it was leading to a bit of a panic attack because i was in so much pain simply trying to inhale and #my breathing was so shallow and sharp and my arms were just having bad circulation and shaking and hm #yeah it was p bad #anyway as a treat to myself not being in a hospital i drew my beloved raccoon son right

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harvestmoth · 4 months

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more rejuv things but its. its just this guy again, im sorry shes all i can draw

#everyday im like i wanna draw :] and then i just end up with this thing on the page #i refuse to draw hands holding. because i cannot and im too lazy to figure it out #oh yea a couple of these i havent posted before because theyre lame to me but ill put them here for now #anyways!!#i was gonna say something about a couple of these but i forgot #oh well #pokemon rejuvenation #does she. lose her ribbon in blacksteeple. i forgot #she still has it to me..#to me her c15 hair tie is a torn part of the ribbon #anyways again. yesterday i finally figured out what the rejuvrp is. very cool stuff im so incredibly intrigued by it #i have no idea whats going on! but it looks so cool ill try to read it more later.#oh right again about the rejuvrp thing. the character designs ive seen are so so so cool i want to draw them so bad #i think i have to ask about that first though and there is! no way i am going to do that!!! i do not want to bother them #and i think my heart would explode from the fear of it all before i even typed the message.#that and im very lazy! theres a very good chance i wouldnt even draw it in the first place #anyways unrelated but i think if i get another comment from someone on something i Will Actually Explode.#i see someone said something and it kills me on the daily. what is happening... thank you.. i appreciate it very much...#sorry to whoever read all of that. um. hi youre really cool and i hope you have a good day/night #i think being on twitter has done something to me i have to leave it immediately. anyways back to twitter #wait actually i should go back to playing rejuv. im still in the grove from when i first posted the gym leader melia au. im afraid to leave #also play pokemon rejuvenation no i will not stop saying that everytime i post one of these

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padfootastic · 6 months

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hello! i am back with yet another…thing. thank u for the tag @lovelymasks <3 (i realised, upon second reading, that this was supposed to be a sunday snippet but i’m an idiot n therefore this is now a saturday snippet mwuah)

I think you should go to a Healer, Sirius.

Why, he’d asked, flippant. What was there to do with a Healer when you were a convict on the run? Besides, Sirius was wrong in a way that couldn’t be made right. He was past the point of return. Healers would’ve barely known what to do with him before Azkaban, let alone in the condition he was in now.

Because you look like a stiff wind will blow you over, Harry’d answered, though the answering flippancy didn’t quite land the way he intended because what Sirius heard was ‘Because I don't want to lose anyone else.’

What Harry didn't say, and Sirius didn’t want to hear, was ‘Because I can’t lose another parent.’

He quietly acquiesced after that. The trembling, hopeful smile growing on his godson’s face was enough to wipe away all apprehensions after that.

Until now, when Harry was at Hogwarts, and he was second guessing this whole business.

Did he really need a Healer, like, really?

One look at the mirror in front of him gave him a solid, sturdy answer.

He was dressed in his old rags and it was a testament to the conditions of Azkaban that clothes from when he was younger, before hitting his final growth spurts, were barely just fitting him now. Sirius’ back was almost constantly bent these days--all days spent curled up in a ball seemed to have reshaped his skeletal structure, who knew--each vertebrae gaining a distinct notch in the column of his skin. His stomach was a fascinating blend of too small and too bloated. He couldn’t keep anything down, but he wasn’t able to eat much either. A mystery for the ages.

Less said about his face, the better. Sirius wasn’t vain, never had any reason to be, but there was a certain…pride he’d maintained, a level of outward appearance that was considered bare minimum for a Black, a conditioning he’d never managed to shake off.

It was that conditioning itching at him now, turning him away from any reflective surface before he could see his distorted features, grotesque and inhuman, staring back at him.

And ultimately, it was that, he realised with a shameful sort of guilt, that pushed him to see a Healer. Not his godson’s pleading look, not concern for his wellbeing--but leftovers from an upbringing that he hated, his mother’s words he couldn’t stop hearing, his father’s sharp commands.

Ultimately, it was his blood that made him give in, as it always did.

further tagging @jmagnabo92 @soopsiedaisies @groundzero-v 💜

#sirius black #harry potter #mwuahahahahaha #i am feeling. on top of the world #bc ive written like. 3k for FoD in the past couple days #and writing has been so hard recently!!!#but i had a therapy sesh the other day that actually literally rewired my neural pathways #so i guess here i am. turned a new leaf or wtv #anyway! this is from FoD ofc. from way down so it probably wont be posted for a bit #but i rly like it #and im trying to keep from posting the entirety of the nasty molly-sirius fight i just wrapped up #(ive already bothered the pf server w way too many snippets hehehe)#so this is what we're left wih #im so excited for the next chapter (even tho i sort of have to figure out what'll be in it--the fight or the trial or sumn else)#but just. yeah. its very fun.#pen’s writing #fic: foundations of decay

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