#i might be staring at the wrong shit but yknow

[dailykugisaki]

Day sixty-three | id in alt

A puppet and a witch.

#dailykugisaki #jjk #kugisaki nobara #mahito #jjk mahito #i Love havin to violently clarity who mahito is #ive never drawn this cursed bitch in ny life but making this thing do fucked up expressions is fun #update! ive been low-key concern looking at chapter 209-212 because...... #dawg i think the merging is already Happening #AM I DELUSIONAL? DAWG IT MAY BE ALREADY HAPPENINH #WHAT THE FUCK DID THOSE BEAMS OF LIGHT MEAN??? UHHH??? UH?? ERM idk tho #i might be staring at the wrong shit but yknow #another update! its just the plans furthering lmao #though... i do think the merging should be able to at least start or something... it would be interesting to see #i fucking giggling tho bc in chapter... 244? i think the old guy with the katana says they could use cursed evergy to protect themselves #they completely disregard the people of japan and its FUNNY #but yknow who ACTUALLY has non sorcerer friends and cares for them insanely so? Kugisaki and fucking todo idk why not #i just wanna see what happens i wanna see how fucked up this is gonna be #also can maki fucking uh heavenly restriction herself out of the merger or is she fucked #im asking the REAL questions on my fucking daily Kugisaki account because this is the only way i can pick apart jjk with any kind of group

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | y’all accidentally adopt a kid

♡ fandoms; Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (original + 2006), Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡cw; parenthood (?), mentions of violence

♡notes; i work with toddlers all day yet still somehow get baby fever- so here’s this i guess lol.

i can’t see Brahms as a dad so skipped out on him this time, Vincent is iffy too but we might come back to him

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

Micheal Myers

> micheal never wanted to be a father before he met you

> he knows for a fact he has something terribly wrong with him

> and while it never bothered him…it was far too dangerous to pass on

> but the way you light up when little kids on the street wave to you

> how you talked about building a family when you got drunk and sappy

> and how soft and gentle you were holding your friend’s baby…

> he knew you’d be the perfect parent, good enough to balance any bullshit he was bring to the table

> so it’s maybe not a complete accident when he stalks into the house with a banged up stroller out front

> the baby is crying, his parents passed out from some shit they snorted in the living room

> it makes his job easier when he slits their throats, and he’s sure as hell not sympathetic

> not that he ever is

> he follows the cries upstairs- a tiny little boy is wailing in his crib

> but he stops and stares at Micheal, blue eyes wide as he looms in the door

> at first Micheal thinks the racket it going to start again and braces for the scream

> but the boy reaches for him eagerly instead, making grabby hands and squealing

> it takes a bit of snooping but Micheal finds some paperwork after he’s secured the child in a carrier

> Miles. The boy’s name is Miles, and he’s ten months old- just tiny for his age

> you think he’s fucking with you when he sets a baby carrier on your table that night

> “…that’s Miles.” He mutters and walks away

> you’re pissed but you can’t say you have anything but an urge to protect this tiny boy

> he has red hair, and light freckles and the sweetest disposition

> he’s perfect, surely Micheal wouldn’t just steal a child…not without good reason

> and you notice Micheal still lingering, watching you both

> you try not to smile

> “…well. Gonna help me find somewhere he can sleep or not?”

Thomas Hewitt

> when Charlie brings in the little girl, Luda Mae is beyond excited

> she had no idea the couple she’d sent down their road had a baby

> her dark curls and chubby legs and ruddy pink cheeks remind her so much of Thomas at that age too

> not too far off from one if she’s got it right

> she’s thinking selfishly, she’s always wanted a daughter

> but Thomas’ eyes go so wide when you both walk in

> he’s in awe of the tiny lil thing sleeping against his mama’s shoulder

> he won’t hold her, terrified of hurting her

> but you’re eager to take her for a bit and he gets real close, chin hooked on your shoulder so he can inspect her closely

> she’s all giggles as she touches his mask

> and you’re nearly in tears when she snuggles up against you

> “…yknow…i’ve been thinkin. i’m much closer to grandmama age than mama age now”

> you say yes before Luda can finish her ask - there was nothing you wanted more than a child with Thomas

> he’s hesitant, but he already adores her

> you have no way of knowing her name, so what you should call her is a bit of a hot topic for a few days

> Charlie wants to name her Charlotte because he’s a self centered bastard , and Luda Mae has about a thousand suggestions that come from baby books decades older than you

> but you let Thomas decide

> Audrey Mae Hewitt is what he chooses

> Audrey from a book he read

> Mae from his mama

> and it suits her perfectly

Bubba Sawyer

> “hey cook! look what i got!”

> Drayton about beats Choptop in the plate when he sees him carrying a toddler under his arm like a log

> but he’s kind of impressed such a scrawny dirtbag can carry a chunky kid like that

> the little boy is a healthy weight for two or so, with lil chipmunk cheeks that dimple when he grins

> and the cutest damn mullet you’ll ever see

> Drayton is getting too damn old for this, and there’s only one person he trusts even a minuscule amount in the house

> so he just. hands him to you when you walk into the front room

> “congratulations, it’s a boy”

> you’re confused but excited

> and a bit concerned with how he and Bubba will feel once the man gets home

> a kid is a big commitment- and a man that wears people’s faces can be scary

> but Bubba immediately squeals and beelines for the little one when he staggers in

> they both tilt their heads curiously before the boy tries to climb up his leg

> when he picks him up, the boy gives a huge belly laugh, kicking his legs

> you choose his name- politely declining your boyfriend’s brothers’ insistence on Lil Choppy or Drayton II

> Jedediah Junior sounds perfect to you - little JJ

#slashers #micheal myers #thomas hewitt #micheal myers x reader #slashers x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #bubba sawyer #halloween #slashers x you #tcm #slashers x y/n #slashers headcanons #tcm 2006 #tcm 2 #bubba sawyer x reader

[writing-mlm]

jason todd x reader please 😔

The ShopKeep and the Hobbyist [J.T]

Summary: Jason's been going to this bookstore for long enough that he's developed a bit of a reputation with them. If only the cute cashier would understand he's trying to flirt but as fate would have it, one knife chase later, and maybe they're more than worker and costumer. Pairing: Jason Todd x Male!Reader WC: 7.3k TW: use of fag but its a quote

Jason traveled out of Gotham once a week, always on a Sunday, always to the same location for three entire hours. Everyone knew that Sunday from noon to four— accounting for traffic and eating out that might happen, that Jason was absolutely unavailable. Unless you physically went to track him down. 

But that’s yet to happen. 

It’s Sunday and Jason arrived at the normal spot earlier than usual. Traffic was amazing, no accidents on the way out of Gotham, and the highway was thankfully void. He parked his bike in his normal spot, right in front of the store, and lifted the visor to the helmet before heading inside. 

The Open Book had always welcomed Jason, even when the shop was closed in the middle of a blizzard. And he helped where he could (Wayne Enterprises always made a large monthly donation to the shop and for some odd reason, someone had gifted the shop a fake bird that is able to stop any thefts(odd)). 

“New shipment came in today,” The store owner's grandson greeted him, leaning across the counter to grab at the basket of free candies the shop offered. “Snagged this vintage-looking book collection for ya.” Ever since word that a Wayne kid visits the bookshop, sales have grown so it’s hard keeping certain items in stock. Especially the fancy-looking titles. 

“Do tell,” He grabs a bite-sized chocolate and rips the packet open while you set your lollipop wrapper into your apron pocket before ducking under the counter. 

   “Shits heavy,” You grunt, slamming the box onto the table and read the label. “Uhh, ‘William Shakespeare, Comedies, Histories, & Tragedies. Published According to the True Originall Copies, 1623.’ Original is spelled wrong, though,” You look up at him and pause at his wide-eyed, clearly shocked expression. 

“Shakespeare fan?” You ask, opening the flap to the box. “There’s a bunch of them in here. I think this was someone’s collection.” 

“Do you know how much it’s worth?” Jason laughs, peering into the box, and then whistles. 

   “Probably a hundred at the most,” You shrug and he slaps the table with a loud Ha! that makes you look at him, crossing his arms. “Fifty?” 

“Try nine mil,” The lollipop falls from your mouth as you look from Jason to the book collection. 

   “For all of it?” You gape. 

   “For the top book,” He corrects. “Thank god you snagged it before someone who cared did.” 

“Yeah,” You sigh, staring at the book and taking in all of the details. That’s more than you’ll ever make in a lifetime. “What should I do? Do you want it?”

“Want it like I need air,” He admits, handing you another lollipop. “But you should probably auction it, get a stack and whatnot.”

“Grams would get pissed,” You shake your head and slide the box towards him. “Believes books should be read, not stored as an artifact, yknow? Think she marked this box as a hundred, want me to ring it up?” He looks at you and takes his helmet off so you can fully see his are you stupid? look that’s plastered on his face. 

   “(Y/n),” Jason slides the box back. “This is worth more than every single book in here!” And as much as he pained Jason to say that, he knew it was true. With over two entire floors filled with books, they were but a drop in the bucket compared to that singular box sitting between the two of you. 

“It’s just paper and ink,” You shrug, staring at the box. “Besides, she’d get mad if I did and I can’t exactly hide nine million dollars!” Sighing through his nose, he agrees to buy the box and has you set it aside while he goes about shopping.

“You’re staring,” Someone tells him as they walk past and his head spins around to see who it is. It’s one of your younger sisters, around twelve or thirteen, if he remembers right. 

   “Wasn’t,” He tells her and picks up a book. “I was looking at this book!” She turns back to him and raises her eyebrows at the title before grinning. 

   “Didn’t take you as an Ice Breaker fan,” She chides and walks away while Jason stares at the book. It could’ve been basically any other book. Putting the book back, Jason returns to his actual book shopping which only takes ten or so minutes. He knows his bag is going to be heavy with the Shakeseapre books so he can’t get too many other books this week. 

“Light load,” You comment, scanning the books. “You bought this one a month ago, too.” You note, holding off on scanning A Good Girls Guide to Murder. 

   “My sister wants to read it,” He explains, flipping through the pages. “And she likes to dogear pages.” Cringing, you scan the book and read him his total before leaning against the counter. It’s a large enough counter that most of your body can rest against it while he pays while you use your phone to order some lunch. 

“That place sucks ass,” Jason comments as he’s putting his card away. You roll your eyes and look up at him. 

   “I’m hungry as shit and there’s no good places around within a reasonable price, this place has decent grilled cheeses.” You justify and he finishes paying. 

   “What would you have gotten?” He muses, leaning against the counter so the two of you are face to face. Staring at the sad picture of a grilled cheese you huff. 

“Five guys,” You admit, looking back at him. He nods, silently urging you to continue while looking you up and down, his eyes slowly moving. You also don’t notice it or the small smile on his face when you don’t move away from him. “Strawberry milkshake and grilled cheeseburger.” You finished. 

   “No fries?” He asks and you shake your head. 

   “I don’t really eat fries from there,” You admit, fiddling with the skin around your nails. 

“Sounds good,” He tilts his head a bit, grinning so his canines are showing. He watches as your eyes dip once and then twice to his lips before they finally stay on his face. 

   “It’s fucking good. An arm and a leg, but still,” Standing up, you groan and stretch. He stands up too and puts on his helmet. You watch and wait for him to dip his head down before giving his head two pats. For good luck, of course. 

When he leaves, you return to your seat and look over the shop. There’s a dozen or so people inside, some people who are clearly not there for books as they’re recording those random interviews with the tiny microphones and such. You should really stop them, maybe put up a sign or something. But they’re leaving anyway. So it doesn’t really matter. 

“Did you kiss?” Your sister asks, walking over to grab one of the candies.  

   “Girl,” Your face scrunches and she tosses the wrapper at you but it falls short. 

    “Just saying, seemed awfully close.” She shrugs. “I would’ve made a move on him a long time ago.”

“You’re ten.” Huffing, she huffs back and puts her hands on her hips. 

   “Nineteen,” She corrects. Making a talking motion with your hand, she smacks it away and throws a fireball candy at you. “That’s why you’re forty and a virgin!” 

“Neither of those are true,” You stress, tossing the candy back into the bowl. “And didn’t you just get dumped by some loser who said he’d absolutely eat a turducken covered in chocolate?” She rolls her eyes and walks behind the counter to sign into work. 

   “I dumped him,” She corrects. “Unlike your failed relationship with the guy who wanted you to pretend to be a woman.” 

“Too low,” You sigh, shaking your head. “Too low.” 

—

With your lunch break in full swing, you’re upstairs in the break room watching some crappy straight-to-DVD movie your father had bought years back while eating the very sad grilled cheese when the door opens. Half expecting it to be another family member, you don’t look away from the TV and give a small hey but when no one replies you look towards the door and hum surprised to see Jason there. Even more so on who let him in 

“Missed me?” You grin, watching as he closes the door behind him and rolls his eyes. 

   “Little delivery,” He corrects and motions for you to turn back to the movie. You do, albeit a bit hesitant to do so, but you try not to look back when you hear him getting closer. “Close your eyes, too.” He adds when you look as far back as you can without turning your head. Groaning, you cover your eyes with your hand just to prove you’re not peeking and hear him set something down on the spot next to you. 

“See you next week!” He pats your back before snatching the half-eaten grilled cheese from your hand and you take it as a sign you can open your eyes. You’re not even upset he’s eating your lunch, it wasn’t good. Looking at what he had set down, you see the familiar white and red bag and crack a smile. 

   “You got me Five Guys?” Your head whips to the door but it’s already shutting and you can hear his heavy boots quickly running down the stairs. Turning back to the bag, you pull your phone out and scroll to find his contact. 

Thank you

we feast tonight 

The two of you don’t text much, mostly if he had forgotten something in the shop or given him a heads-up that the bookstore was closed for the day. Hell, his contact name is still Jason (bookstore fav). But he reads it immediately and thumbs up the last text. 

This grilled cheese sucks by the way

It feels like plastic

Probably is lol

While Jason is very much a regular at the shop, you don’t really remember when he first started to frequent the shop. Just that one Sunday, you had seen the time and noticed he was late to the shop. He’d come in almost three hours later than he normally did and watched as you sighed, tossing his favorite candy at him before ushering him to the counter. He listened as you told him that next time he is late he needs to text or you’d send out an amber alert yourself. 

He truly hadn’t thought anyone had noticed the change in his routine. Especially someone he only saw once a week. It had been a really shitty night for him and an ever-shitter morning, feeling like a ghost wandering through Gotham, living in a life he never should have. 

He apologized with a grin and gave you his number. He also spent a little extra time in the shop, loving the familiar smell around him. He loves the bookstore more than he loves his guns, more than he loves most things really. It’s the only normal thing in his life and truly, Jason doesn’t know what he’d do without it. Without you, honestly. He’s only ever there when you are and a place is only as welcoming as the people inhabiting it. 

Which is why he’d picked up the 2 am phone call so fast. 

“Jason?” You whisper shout into the phone. He can hear some harsh wind and some distant shouts in the background, but it took much less than that for him to abandon his patrol and start over to you. “Shit— I’m sorry but I don’t know who else to call.” You add, the clarity hitting that during an emergency you called the guy who lived nearly half an hour away on a good day.

   “It’s okay, doll,” He replies and you dare to glance behind you. Maybe they’d given up by now, but no. “What’s wrong?” He asks as you round a corner. “Where are you?” He quickly adds and you glance at the road signs. 

“Uhh, heading towards Second Ave and Belcher Street. My friend's boyfriend thinks she’s cheating with me and him and his friends are chasing me,” You explain.

   “Guns?” He asks, already leaving the Gotham border. 

   “No,” You huff, the strain of running heavy on your chest. “Just knives.” 

That’s good, he tells himself. Distance is what you should be focusing on. But he knows that the regular person cannot run for nearly as long as he can and realistically, you’re bound to get tired much sooner than multiple people. 

   “Is there a crowd nearby?” You can hear some muffling to his voice but that’s honestly the least of your issues. “Maybe a club or hospital.” He adds when you don’t respond fast enough. 

   “No,” You strain. “Just apartments and shit. God, fuck! Do you think I should climb the fire escape?” There are several ahead of you, and one of them is low enough for you to grab. 

“Can you?” He asks. 

   “Yeah— yeah,” Jumping up, you pull yourself up and start climbing up to the roof. “Shit, I’m really high up,” You pant, daring to look over the edge and see the guys climbing up. “They’re climbing up,” You tell him, quickly backing away and trying to find an exit. What type of roof doesn’t have a fucking exit? 

“I’ve seen people jump from roof to roof,” You're thinking out loud at this point, trying to find some type of solution to your stupid idea. “Can’t be that hard, right?”

“Depends on the distance,” He truthfully tells you and you look at the two nearby roofs. 

   “Definitely too far. I’m fucked.” 

“Still on Second and Blecher?” He asks and you mutter a yeah when you see them reach the roof. 

   “They’re up,” You mumble. “I could jump and live, yeah?” Glancing to your left, you see a dumpster and reassure yourself that you’d be fine. 

   “Do you think you can come back down the fire escape?” He asks. “Is there one behind the building?” Looking behind you, you let out a loud sigh.    

“Yeah— yes, heading down.” Rushing down as fast as you can, you reach the ground as they’re in the middle and run back into the main road. 

“Head back down the way you came,” Jason instructs. He’s only five minutes away at this point, maybe three if he tries hard enough. He just needs you to buy five more minutes. 

   “Okay,” 

Running for what felt like an eternity, your legs are burning and your chest is tight. Maybe that one time you lied during your physical exam was coming back to bite you. 

But they’re still chasing you and Jason is still guiding you. You’re sure you’re about to pass out when a motorcycle drifts in front of you. 

“Red Hood?” You gape, panting. The fuck? 

   “Come on,” You hear him and Jason say. You’ll worry about that once you’re away from those absolute track-and-field freaks chasing you. Getting on the motorcycle, he holds your thigh with one hand before pulling off. 

The ride is silent as you’re catching your breath and just making sure you’re okay in general. Aside from the insane burn in your calves, you’re fine. The ride does a lot to calm you down, by the time he reaches the shop your head is pressed to his back and you’re holding him not as tight as you were before. 

“I don’t know your address,” He admits and you laugh into his back. After all that happened it’s a little humorous that your biggest issue is Jason getting your address. You give it to him and it takes him a second but he has the route mapped out before he pulls back onto the street. 

“I’m staying the night.” He tells you as you get off of the bike. You don’t protest, not in the slightest. You’re far too tired to do so anyway. Instead, you wave him over and head upstairs. He tries to hide his helmet from the camera view but you tell him they don’t work. 

“This guy got robbed two days ago; whole building found out the cameras are fake,” You explain while leaning against the elevator wall.

   “And you feel safe?” He incredulously asks, looking you over. Even buildings in Gotham have working cameras.  

    “I have a gun,” You shrug while he looks at you with more of an analyzing gaze, a little surprised you’d have a gun. “And no valuables. My electronics are all secondhand for that exact reason.”

“So, steal the couch?” He jokes. 

   “If it can fit through the door, it’s yours!” Patting his arm, you exit the elevator and fish out your keys. Thankfully you hadn’t dropped them during the chase. 

“What happened?” He asks as soon as you close and double lock the door. Looking at him, you drop your phone and keys onto the kitchen island before heading back to the door. 

   “My friend, Gina,” You start with a sigh, kicking your shoes off. “She used to be my beard in high school. But we never officially broke up, I guess because she posted a story saying happy six-year anniversary. With a bunch of pictures of us together. Her boyfriend saw and he’s always been…” Rolling your hand, you open your closet and grab a new outfit. “He thinks I’m lying ‘bout being gay. Because I’m too… I dunno what he thinks. But he says I don’t look gay and he’s never seen me with a guy before.” You explain with a huff. “Not my fault I’ve been single for two years, y'know. I got school and work and whatever!” Slamming the closet shut, you sigh and apologize. 

“I’m gonna take a shower, feel free to snoop and prod. And take the boots off, I just moped.” 

“Course,” He doesn’t move an inch as he unties his boots and walks to the shoe rack to set them down. You thank him and head into the bathroom. 

“If you gotta piss or shit, go ahead. I got a curtain and a strong scent blaster plugged in.” You tell him at the doorway to the bathroom. 

  “Noted.” He laughs but it drops once the door closes. 

He finds himself making sure the windows are locked and the curtains are properly drawn. He grabs his phone and saves your address into his personal map before he goes to check to see what type of security measures you have. And there’s not many, just a gun that’s badly hidden in your bedside table and the extra lock on the door. 

But there’s not much to the apartment, the decor is extremely minimal but he remembers you talking about saving to buy a house in the countryside. Or at least outside of a city. Own land and all that. 

He can’t decide if that’s good or not, there’s nothing to steal for sure, but it’s also really sad. There’s no personal touch to your apartment, it reminds him of one of his safe houses. 

He settles himself into the couch once he’s checked over everything, listening to the sounds of the shower and eventually, he hears the shower turn off. 

When you return to the living room in a pair of shorts, you’re a little surprised that Jason is still there. 

“Bruce Wayne as Batman makes a lotta sense,” Opening the fridge, you pull out two water bottles before setting them on the counter. 

“(Y/n),” Jason stops that conversation. “You should file a police report.”

“Fuck is that gonna do?” You huff, closing the fridge and opening the freezer to grab a popsicle. “Gina will hate me, cops will just forget to file it, and then I get harassed.” 

“They tried to kill you,” He stresses, blocking you from moving away from the fridge. You stare at him, a little upset that he’s caring so much. You feel bad for even calling him and sending him out of his way. And now he’s staying for who knows how long. Not to mention now you know his biggest secret— a family secret at that, one that you can tell one person, and suddenly the whole world knows. 

   “Happens every day,” You shrug but honestly, yeah, that shit scared you. His face drops and he snatches the popsicle from your hand before tossing it on the counter to your left. 

“No. Not to you. Not to most people. So what if Gina hates you afterward? Do you want a friend that’s known you since high school who would rather side with her crazy boyfriend?” 

“Of course not!” You groan. “But it’s Gina. She’s always been there and— and this is a one-time thing,”

“You sound ridiculous,” He tells you as he walks out of the small kitchen and into the living room. “Trying to kill someone isn’t a fucking one-off. It’s a crime, a legit crime. Has Gina even checked if you’re okay?” He points to the phone that’s still on the counter; the same phone he knows for a fact hasn’t buzzed once. 

   “No.” There's no need to check your phone, you already know there’s nothing from her. She’d never text you first. He nods as if to say there’s your answer. 

“Look, Jason. It was scary as fuck,” You admit. “But I’m good. And I thank you, but you should go home. I just…” Looking off to the wall. “I don’t know why I called you, I feel like shit for dragging you away from your home.”

“I was spending my night watching Harley and Ivy dry hump in front of a newly exploded power plant. You didn’t take me away from shit.” He blinks before heading to the couch. “Besides, it’s too late to drive back. I’m beat,”

“You’re lying,” You deadpan, tossing a water bottle between your hands. 

   “Am I?” He fake yawns, leaning back on the couch. “Can I get a blanket?” Clearly, he’s not going to leave, and it would be bad as a host to not make him comfortable. Asshole. 

   “Fine,” He grins as you walk away. 

“Oh and Jason, Gram’s told me about the payment plan you set up. Taking advantage of a woman who can’t speak English is rude. She thinks you’re paying five dollars a week for some back dues you owe.” It was actually five hundred thousand dollars a week, which was absurd but hey, if he insists. 

   “It’s just nine million,” He calls back. “Not even my money and B won’t notice it’s gone.” 

Just nine million, you repeat to yourself as you find a suitable blanket. It’s one of those thick fur blankets with a tiger on the front. 

“The couch is a pull-out, by the way.” Heading back into the living room, you tuck the blanket under your arm. “I’ve used it like once. It’s pretty comfortable unless you want the bed.” You add, setting the blanket on the edge of the couch. There’s no coffee table, you don’t see a reason for one. 

   “I can sleep on gravel, doll. I’m fine, thank you.” For some reason, his eyes are having a hard time staying on your face but you’re busy walking back into the kitchen to notice. 

“If you’re hungry make anything, I’m going grocery shopping in two days anyway.” Tossing the popsicle back into the freezer, you lean against the counter and watch him. It’s a little staring contest you have going on. His eyelashes are nice, real pretty boy-esque. 

The silence and tension in the apartment is broken by four rapid knocks to the front door followed by a worried: “(Y/n)?”

“Gina,” You tell Jason as he’s already off of the couch and halfway to the front door by the time you stand up straight. When you walk up behind him you pause, when did he have time to grab a gun? But he’s looking through the peephole before looking back to you and holding up two fingers. You almost laugh, this isn’t some military operation; just a… friend? at your door. 

“Please,” Gina says through the door. “We just— K wants to apologize,” Huffing, you look at Jason who’s standing behind the door, one hand on the top lock. He truly doesn’t want to unlock it, but it’s your apartment. Your call. 

   “Says who?” K snaps, his voice a lot more muffled than hers is. 

   “You’re going to fucking apologize.” She snaps right back. 

He raises an eyebrow and you nod to the door against your better judgment. He unlocks the door and stands in front of them, really standing over them with his damn height, the arm holding the gun hidden behind the door. You can basically hear Gina pause when she sees him. 

“Who are you?” Gina asks, looking him up and down. 

   “A friend.” He answers simply and then looks over to you. “Your friend is here.” 

“Thanks, Jay.” You smile and usher him into your bedroom with two quick glances. “Gina,” You greet a little harshly as you stand at the door. “Kyle.” You look at him for only a second. 

   “It’s K.” He corrects. 

“Can we come in?” She asks, stepping forward. “I explained everything to K and he’s sorry.” She looks back at him and he’s just standing there with this stupid look on his face. 

   “Is he?” You ask, looking at Kyle. “Because when he was screaming: I knew you weren’t a fag; I’m gonna cut your dick off; stop running bitch; and since you wanna pretend you’re a fag come and taste our dicks he just didn’t seem real sorry.” She cringes, he hadn’t said that part through the yelling they were doing. 

“I don’t wanna lose you,” She places a hand on the door, not that you were planning on closing it just yet. “Let us in and he’ll apologize.” Sighing, you look at her and frown. Between not even texting to see if you’re okay and then coming over with the audacity to think that a fucking apology would smooth things over, you were peeved. 

   “You’re losing one of us tonight. Him or me.” She takes a step back and frowns, her eyebrows knitting as your words settle in her. But at that moment, you knew the friendship was over. It shouldn’t ever take that long for an answer like that. 

“(Y/n), he’s sorry!” She almost shouts, shouting as if you had given her this impossible task. You want to reply, you want to yell, and to get into it then and there. But it’s no use. Your neighbors are sleeping, you’re tired, and far from a mood where you want to interact with them. As such, you close the door and put the locks back on. 

She shouts some things from the other side but you’re not listening as you enter your bedroom. 

Jason was standing right next to the door, startling you. If he hadn’t been so close you wouldn’t have seen him in the darkness. 

“Is that a requirement for vigilantes?” You ask, clutching your chest in an exaggeration. “Y’all are fucking spooky,” Tossing yourself onto your bed, you stare up at him. 

“She’s still at the door,” He ignores the comment on his family business once again. Instead, his eyes trained on your front door, watching and waiting to see what their next move is going to be. You hope for their sake it’s leaving because his hand is still on the safety of his gun. 

   “Not like they can get in,” You shrug, laying flat on your back. “I never give my key to anyone and it takes a full round of bullets to break the door.” 

“You know that how?” He asks, setting his gun down on the dresser. 

   “Last year my neighbor's crazy ex tried to break in but the door didn’t budge.” 

“Of course,” His head dips back into the bedroom, watching you. “Sleep, I’ll be in the living room.” 

“Okay,” Turning your head to look at him, you grin. “If you get nightmares, the bed is free.” Patting the empty space, Jason rolls his eyes with a grin and leaves the room. “Your gun?” You call after him, staring at the handgun still on your dresser. 

   “I have two more!” He calls back. 

“How the fuck?” But he doesn’t answer. 

—

The next morning you wake up to the sound of the front door closing. It stirs you, really, but you’re lucid enough to realize that hey, either Jason treated you like a one-night stand or someone had broken in. 

Sitting up in the bed, you collect yourself for a moment and grab his gun on your way out. While you’re surely not as keen as Jason is, you like to think you’re observant enough. The door is locked again, so you figure he didn’t leave and someone didn’t break in. 

“Jason?” You turn the corner to the kitchen and see him standing with a bag of Ihop, staring at you as if he’d gotten caught stealing from the cookie jar. 

   “Good morning,” His eyes flicker to the gun as you set it on the counter. A part of him is proud that you were hesitant enough to bring the gun with you. “I got breakfast.” 

“Aw,” You grin. “Post hate crime meal!” 

“That’s an insane sentence,” He tells you, unpacking what he had gotten. “I didn’t know what you’d like, so I got you blueberry pancakes, french toast, eggs, and bacon. And the orange juice,” He places two boxes and a large cup of orange juice in front of you, then the straw. But you’re just focused on the fact that you know for a fact that wasn’t a random order. You’d posted about that exact order once before. Maybe a month or so ago. 

   “Oh,” You hum, looking at the food and then at him. “That’s sweet. Thank you.” He hums back, dropping the bag down to the floor, and takes his food. He’d gotten strawberry pancakes, hash browns, an omelet, and a coffee. 

Now you feel bad for not having a coffee table. 

“Wanna watch something while we eat?” You point your thumb toward the living room and he nods. 

While in the middle of watching Breaking Bad, you get up to set the empty containers in the sink and the cup in the trash while Jason watches. He doesn’t really know what to do, he wants to sleep, having stayed up the entire night in case anything happened but he’s enjoying his time with you. Even if the circumstances were… less than ideal. 

“Do you work today?” He asks when you’re walking back. 

   “Depends if my sister calls out,” Sitting, you turn your body to look at him. “I work Wednesday through Sunday, most weeks, at least.” 

“Are you going to make the report?” He also turns his body to you, watching as you toss your head back and sigh. 

   “Probably not,” You admit, looking back at him. “It’s more effort than I care to do,” He blinks, clearly disappointed but he’s not going to push. 

   “You should carry a weapon.” Jason’s not really asking, he’s telling you. “How good are you with a gun?” 

“Not sure,” 

“You bought a gun without training for it?” He asks, slowly as if he’s waiting for you to correct him and tell him that you actually go to the gun range in your free time. 

   “My dad got me it when I moved out.” You shrug, feeling a little ashamed because now he’s looking at you like you’re insane. “He said I needed protection and he doesn’t believe in mace or tasers.” 

“Clearly you do!” He throws his hand up towards the door. “We’re going to the gun range today.” 

“Jay!” You groan, nudging his leg with your foot. He grabs it and slides you down the couch. “I’m fine.” He just hums and leans over you, it doesn’t do much. Aside from shutting you up. 

He’s staring at you, his eyes unwavering from yours while you can’t seem to settle on where to look. It’s making you nervous— he’s making you nervous. The proximity isn’t the biggest issue, no the issue is the fact that you don’t mind that he’s above you, his hand right next to your head, and for fucks sake his breathing is even. 

“You’re going.” 

“Yup,”

—

Weirdly enough, the shooting range wasn’t in some building. No, Jason had decided to drive the hour's ride to a private lot. While normally you don’t agree to be in the middle of butt fuck nowhere without your own means of leaving, you were willing to bend your rules this one time. 

He has you help with setting up the cans and the body dummies, which are incredibly lifelike. A little creepy, but whatever floats his boat, you guess. He also puts up a new target sheet on a metal wall before he returns to hand you a handgun and ear mufflers. 

“Don’t hold it like that,” He blinks as you’re pointing the gun directly at your foot. You’re not a fool, you’ve played a couple of shooter games before. 

   “The safety is on,” You justify but point it toward the ground instead. Just to keep him happy. He just sighs and grabs his own gun, pointing it toward the dummy. 

“Stand like this,” He watches you from the corner of his eye as you mimic his stance. It’s a little uncomfortable but very technical. “A little straighter.” Fixing your posture he nods and drops his stance to adjust your grip on the gun. He takes your hands and adjusts them appropriately. “It’s not accurate for beginners, but I learned this way.” He explains as he steps behind you and lowers himself to your height. It’s hard when you’re not the same six foot-five that he is, but that’s neither here nor there. 

With his line of sight that is the same as yours, he raises your hands a little higher and a little to the left. You trust his judgment, you’re no fool on how accurate Red Hood is with his guns. 

It's silent, so silent that you can hear him breathing even through the heavy earmuffs. Whether you like it or not, you start to stop focusing on the task at hand and on him. He smells like your soap, too. It’s a little too domestic for the setting you’re in. 

“Take it off of safety,” He instructs, taking two steps away. Doing as he says, you want to roll your shoulders back but you’re worried you’d lose the position. “Go ahead.” His arms cross as he stares ahead at the dummy and you catch the flex of muscle under his shirt. 

Adjusting yourself as lowkey as you can, you close one eye and press the trigger. It's harder than you would’ve thought, giving you only a moment to back out. Following through, you let the recoil push you back a little before looking at the dummy. It didn’t hit the center of the head, instead grazing over the ear. 

“Close,” Jason looks over at you as you’re rubbing your shoulder but stops when you catch him looking at you. “Again?”

—

“I mean,” One of your friends, Tasha, takes a long sip of her drink. “None of us wanted to say anything but Gina is a bitch.” Frowning, you push around your food with the back of your fork. What was supposed to be your friend group's monthly putting ended up becoming a major therapy session when they noticed that Gina wasn’t there. 

   “Yeah,” Dante gives you a sort of frown sort of smile. “But you’d been friends with her for longer than us, so it wasn’t really our place.” 

“It’s crazy that it took her boyfriend trying to kill me to realize that, though.” It felt a bit weird, she’d always been in your life, and before the whole incident, you never would’ve thought you’d be without her. But life was the same, if not better with her gone. You didn’t realize how much you didn’t need her until now and honestly, you’re just upset it didn’t happen sooner.

Especially considering all of your other friends didn’t like her. 

“Speaking of,” Alex cranes her neck to look at you. “Who’s Jason?” She grins as your eyes narrow. You’re not one to divulge about your life, especially over text. 

   “How do you know about him?” Setting your fork down, she snorts before digging back into her meal. 

   “Girl, I was the Uber Eats driver.” She explains and looks to the others who are clearly out of the loop. “My first order of the day, some guy named Jason with a blank profile. Whatever, right? I pick up the Ihop order— he knows your taste, cute.” She quickly adds. “And then, I get the address. I’m just thinking (Y/n) created a fake profile. Nah, bro!” She covers her mouth to stop her laughing and to stop any potential food from flying out of her mouth. 

“I knock and this tall guy with this hot face scar opens the door. If he would’ve asked I would’ve taken the tip,” And she didn’t mean money. 

“Clearly he already did!” Dante cackles, watching as you drown yourself in the soda you’d ordered. The others laugh while you have to do damage control. 

“Jay’s a friend who happened to be in the neighborhood when Kyle was chasing me,” The three look at each other, ever aware of the fact that you’re staring at your plate while talking. They just assume the friend part is a lie. “And he spent the night. On the couch.” You add, looking at each of them to make sure that they understand. 

  “And ordered you breakfast in bed. And he left a hundred-dollar tip,” Alex swirls her pasta around her fork while the others gape at the news. 

   “Oh girl,” Tasha looks over at you. “He got a sister?” 

“Too young for your old ass!” You laugh while she pretends to be offended. “His sisters are nineteen and eighteen.” You wondered if you should add Barbra to his list of family. But you think she’s more of an acquaintance than family. But you could be wrong. 

   “You know his family?” Tasha’s eyebrows furrow. 

   “I know of his family. Never met that before.”

“Ah, waiting for the one-year mark?” Alex nods as if she had caught the drift you are trying to get at. 

   “Oh my god,” Rolling your eyes, you lean back in your seat. 

“What? You’re acting like you’re not attracted to that man. He’s fine as hell!” Alex pushes her hair behind her ear as she talks. “Might have to revoke your gay card.” 

“I never said that, it’s just…” Rubbing your hands on your pants, your face scrunches. “He could be straight.” Now, you weren’t going to deny the fact that Jason was attractive. He was the embodiment of your personal preferences, but you were a chronic overthinker with these sorts of things. To the point where it needs to be spelled out for you to get any hints. 

“He got you breakfast in bed.” Dante sounds out each word, putting an equal amount of extra emphasis on it. Just to make sure it really sinks in. 

   “I did that for you guys before!” You defend. 

    “Fine— fine, how do you know him?” Tasha asks and the others nod, happily awaiting your response. 

“He comes into the shop every Sunday. He’s been coming for about four years, give or take.” You shrug and they blink at each other. This is why you’re still single. 

    “Isn’t he the one that bought you Five Guys last month?” Dante is now physically turned to you, his eyes wide and you grumble. You never told them about that. 

   “You’re lying,” Alex cackles. “That’s your man and you don’t wanna admit it. Five guys is expensive.” 

“How about this?” Dante rolls his hand before you can even reply to Alex. “If one of Tasha’s friends got her an expensive lunch without asking, showed up to her job every single shift for four years, stayed with her after a traumatic night, got her breakfast, and didn’t leave until she was truly safe; how much platonic energy does that give you?” 

“Not a lot, but—“

“Nah,” Dante holds your hands as he speaks. “I love you, so don’t take this the wrong way but you’re stupid as fuck. He wants you.”

“He wants the books I sell. And my friendship.”

“He wants to spread something other than pages.” He shakes his head and you snort. “Ask him out, if he says no. Then I owe you a grand.”

“You don’t have a grand.” You deadpan and he nods. 

   “I’m so sure he’ll say yes that I’m making that bet.”

“Fine,” You huff. “But if this ruins my friendship you all owe me lunch for a month.” Surprisingly, they all agree and you settle on asking him on the upcoming Sunday. So, the very next day. 

—

“Why are your friends watching you?” Your sister asks as she walks behind you to grab one of the display books and swap it for a different one. 

   “Don’t worry about them,” You mutter, too busy watching the window; waiting for the motorcycle to stop in front of the store. She notices, of course, and stands behind you before deciding it was time to take her break and join your friends upstairs. 

Eventually, you see his motorcycle pull up and sigh, fixing your apron but stop when you hear them snickering. This whole situation was stupid, that’s what you’ve decided. But you’ve made your bed, it was time to lie in it. 

Jason walks in, his eyes immediately finding yours but you’re busy ringing someone up. He grabs the basket from the front of the shop and walks around the shop until he sees the line is gone. 

“Jay,” You grin, holding onto the counter. 

   “(Y/n),” His eyes focus on your hands for a second before he grabs a chocolate from the basket. Glancing at your friends, you fix your posture and reassure yourself. “Anything new?” Typically, you’d already be talking about what’s new but there’s just this hanging silence. 

“Nah,” You shake your head but still double-check the inventory log. “But we’re getting some um… science fiction stuff next week.” He’s not too big on those, maybe once in a blue moon he’ll actually buy one. He goes to talk but your phone dings before he can open his mouth. Watching as you grab your phone, your eyes scan over a text before you huff and silence it. 

“I heard about…” You trail into a whisper. “The Riddler kidnapping, you okay?” Not the best way to lead into asking someone out, but hey. Could’ve been worse. 

   “I’m fine,” He nods. “Arms a little sore but I’ll live.” 

“Long enough to go on a date with me?” You ask, a bit quicker than you intended but thankfully your words haven’t jumped up. He laughs, his eyes closing and you falter, glancing up at your friends for some type of support. 

   “That was a bold transition,” He settles himself down. “When are you free?”

“Oh shit, for real?” You grin. “I’m free Monday. Or whenever you are, really. My shifts are pretty flexible,” 

“I’ll pick you up Monday,” 

“I asked you on the date,” You huff. “I’m picking you up.” He crosses his arms and his eyes lower into a sort of unamused expression. 

   “You’ll pick me up, from Gotham?” He asks, just to make sure you know what you’d be signing up for. Truthfully, you hadn’t. And as such, you weigh your options— you don’t even have a car to offer to pick him up in. Damn. 

    “Fine, Monday at eight.” Giving in, he nods and glances around the shop. 

   “I don’t need a book today, see you tomorrow.” He looks you up and down, this time you watch as his eyes slowly drag down and tilt your head. 

“Looking like you already wanna kiss me, Jay.” You joke as his eyes reach yours again. 

   “Since you offered.” He grins and sneaks one single kiss that lasts less than a second. 

“I get off in thirty,”

#x male reader #x reader #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x male reader #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x male reader

[sommerflue-22]

Watch It! - KNY Headcanons

Somebody just shove you aggressively in a club. They spare you a glance, laugh, and walk away. Of course, your partner will not let it go just like that... In other words, what KNY characters say and/or do to defend you from intoxicated, insufferable people in a club.

Featuring: Aged up Kamaboko Squad (-Kanao), Sanemi, Kyojuro, Tengen, Giyuu

Warning: Mention of alcohol

Word count: 533

Somebody shoves you aggressively when you and Tanjiro are hanging out by the bar. I don't think he will initiate any fight or whatever, he'll just yell "What's your problem, dude?" before turning to you and asking whether you're okay. He will definitely have a handkerchief ready in case somebody spill their drink on you.

We all know Zenitsu is not an aggressive person. If someone bumps into you a tad too aggressive he will pull you to his side. "Oi, back off! Stay away from my partner!" Might not sound too scary, but he will give them an unwavering stare, ready to knock him down even because he's kinda drunk himself.

Inosuke, on the other hand, will definitely provoke the other person to fight. "What the fuck? Oi, come over here! Who do you think you are, shoving my mate like that? Over my dead body, fucker!" It gets rowdy real fast, mate. Sober or drunk, he will fight.

Similar to Inosuke, Genya will not hesitate to fight back the other person. He'll shove them back, "Watch it!" What happens next depends on how the other person reacts. If they back away, Genya will only tell them to get lost. If they taunt him, they better run. Genya will drag them outside, god knows what will happen next.

Sanemi is definitely Genya's role model in this whole "how to defend your partner in a club" thing. Sanemi will pull the person's collar back, forcing them to look him in the eye, "You're messing with the wrong people, you pathetic shit." Of course, his scars will most likely intimidate the other person. If they're trying to fight him, though... You better not let him fight, honestly. He might break the other person's bone(s).

Tengen despises drunk assholes. He thinks everyone should drink flamboyantly. Being drunk is fine, as long as they don't pick a fight with other people. Which is why he can't tolerate the person who shoves you or any of his wives. "That's soooo tacky of you. Are you sure you're supposed to be here? Should I kick your ass flying to the nearest landfill? Yknow, since you're acting so trashy like that..." Again, not that intimidating but don't forget this man is almost 2 meters tall.

I believe Kyojuro will make sure you're alright before he turns to the person. "Hey, you! Yeah, you! We need to talk!" It doesn't always work, of course, considering the other person was hella drunk or just rude. Not the most aggressive man, but he's there to have fun with you and he will make sure you do have fun. So, he'll just take you to a less crowded area and buy you another drink.

At first you might think Giyuu won't do anything since he just froze in his place as the person walks away. However his eyes widens and trails the person's move. Before you can say or do anything, he already follows them and delivers a hard slap against the back of their head. When the person turn around to find the culprit, Giyuu already walks away like nothing happened. He gets back to you and pull you closer to him.

Author Note

This is not beta-read. I'm just having a pre-party anxiety cus my friends are about to drag me to a nightclub but honestly I'm not a party person Idk what to do, what to wear UGH

Hope you enjoy tho <3

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny headcanons #demon slayer headcanons #reader insert #kny x reader #tanjiro x you #zenitsu x you #inosuke x you #genya x reader #tengen x you #kyojuro x reader #sanemi x reader #giyuu x reader #not beta read #clubbing #alcohol #headcanon #new blog

[walfs]

"if i fail to become the world’s greatest swordsman you’ll be disappointed right?" "you could never fail me."

the entire time zoro is bleeding out and luffy is losing his shit every part of him is moving around to check over zoro except the 1 hand he has latched onto his hip like a vice

"i just need to get zoro's sword ready for him. yknow, for when he wakes up."

entire 1m long dialogue of luffy fretting and being indecisive abt what might help zoro bc he has no idea but desperately wants him to be okay

"i'd eat both arms and legs to save zoro's life."

"he might die, luffy." "and i'd do anything to save him. anything."

luffy perched at zoro's bedside staring at his unconscious body. alone. for who knows how long

"aren't we supposed to talk to him? tell him stories?" "what would i say?" "whatever pops in your head. just... speak from the gut." "my gut hasn't been so great lately." "well... at least he'll know it's you."

"i didn't know what to say before but i know now, and it's so simple. i need you, zoro. i need you to wake up." -> zoro immediately wakes up bc its either that or disobey his captain and he aint abt that life -> luffy full straddling him knees on either side of his hips arms planted either side of his head chests pressed together faces inches apart -> luffy pressing the entire front of himself down in a fullbody hug and then gently petting his head

"it's my fault." "no, you didn't do anything wrong. you acted like a captain." "but our crew is falling apart." "no, it's not. i, roronoa zoro, vow to stand by your side from now until the end. so bring on the marines and the pirates and the sea beasts. you're my captain, luffy, and i'm your first mate."

zoro's fist resting over luffy's heart. luffy reaching up to hold his hand. extended moment of heartfelt silence as they gaze into each others eyes

#it can be yours if you want it #ep 6 personally took me by the hands and led me to the waters edge where the zolu rivers flow free #'drink' it asked of me and i wept as i drowned myself in those waters #because finally i could remember what breathing felt like #anyway im being completely normal abt this

[thesillestluxeandcastiel]

Don't!

Cordell Walker x Suicidal!Child!Reader

Author summary: Reader suffers from self harm and Cordell is blind enough to ignore the warning signs untill they fully try to commit.

Tw: Cursing, Heavy agnst, Heavy Fluff, Self harm mention, and Suicide mention.

S/C = Selected Clothes

W/J = Wanted Job

So, here we are folks! As much as I'd like to send all of you to therapy myself, I cannot. As someone who struggles with the same things, if you can, PLEASE get help. Either that, or call the suicide and self harm prevention hotline. (988) thank you for listening to my rant as someone who goes through the same things, and has lost quite a few people from these things.

Also, the x reader (romantic) will be out shortly. Probably the same storyline, just adjusted.

Thank you for reading my rant lovelies. Looks like I've kept you long enough, so let's get movin on, shall we?

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You groaned softly as you woke up. Smelling Grandma and Grandpas 'famous' bacon. You smiled, and got up. Quickly realizing the blade you had used yesterday was still left on your counter. 'Shit, shit what if dad saw? What if August saw? Stella?!' You thought, rushing over to lock it in one of your drawers. You sighed, hoping it was none of the above.

See, you were the middle child. August was the youngest, and Stella was the oldest. Obviously, you were different. Y/n Walker. 'What a wonderful name,' You thought sarcastically as you got up to look into the mirror. Last night you had only worn a S/C and some underwear, so you lifted up the sleeves of your S/Cto see the damage.

'Holy shit. That...that might be permanent.' You thought as you stared at self-inflicted scars with wide eyes. Then, suddenly Stella bursted into your room. "Hey, dad sent me in here to wake you- oh your already up!" She smiled at you. You quickly pulled down your sleeves, smiling back at her. "Yes Ms Blue, I am. Nowww I would like to get dressed, if you don't mind." You retorted, smiling and leaning your head towards the door. She groaned, and walked out the door with a smile.

'Now, what the fuck do I wear to hide all this shit?' You thought, staring at yourself in the mirror again.

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You had chosen a simple sweater and jeans. Also a belt. Only problem was it was a very hot day in Texas, so you were sweating bullets. Especially because you were doing chores with your dad.

Cordell quickly noticed something was wrong with your outfit. It was what, 90 degrees? Why are you wearing a sweater??

"Yknow, it might be easier if you just took the sweater off, N/n." He stated, focusing on carving the new post just right.

You bit your lip and mentally panicked because what the fuck were you supposed to say?

"Uh- well, it's my favorite sweater so... I'll just wear it for now!" You knew that wouldn't keep your father away for too long, especially sense it's... Him. But he brushed it off for now, making conversations here and there as he worked. You let out a quiet sigh of relief.

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You sat down at the dinner table. Luckily, no one was here currently so you could just relax for once. You sighed, and put your head into your hands, rubbing your temples. 'Today has been one hell of a day,' you thought, chuckling slightly. Then, you felt a figure slide into the chair in front of you. You looked up to see a very serious Liam staring back at you.

"N/n." He started, staring at your arms. Then, the anxiety rushed to your head, fearful of what he could've found.

"Do you mind explaining," he started, and then whipped out your journal and slammed it onto the table. "This? And don't play dumb with me, I read it. All of it." He explained, staring at you with worried eyes.

"U-uncle liam, i-" you started, tearing up. Quickly, you forced the tears back down. After mom, you promised yourself you wouldn't cry.

"I, uhm, have been struggling, a lot recently. As you probably read." You stated, motioning at the journal. He nodded.

"I understand that, but talk to one of us. Me, Your grandpa, hell, does your dad even know?" He asked, staring at you with concerned, but angry/disappointed eyes. Suddenly, Cordell walked in.

"Do I know what?" He asked, looking between you and Liam.

You looked at Liam with 'please, I'll tell him on my own time. Just don't do this!' Eyes, holding a breath. Liam sighed.

"Oh, uhm nothing much. Just discussing career paths with N/n over here. Yknow, it's crazy, they told me they want to work at a w/j!" He responded smiling quickly to cover the act, and you sighed a heavy sigh of relief. He probably got that from your journal. You smiled and looked at your father, nodding.

Cordell shrugged. He knew something was up, but it couldn't be Serious enough that his brother would lie to him about his own kid, right? He smiled, and went to sit next to you.

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It was, what? 3:30 am and here you are. Having a panic attack over cutting yourself. Again. 'Screw it, I'm ending this. Tonight.' You thought, sneaking out of your room quickly and quietly,  trying not to make a lot of noise to wake anyone. Successfully, you had made it out the door.

See, Y/n walker didn't take special classes for nothing. You pulled a little trick, and managed to grab the keys for the mercadi on the way out. You grabbed them carefully, turning on the car and speeding off. Did you even have a license yet? 'No, but who the hell cares!' You thought speeding off. Little did you know, August had seen the whole thing.

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"Dad, DAD! wake up!" Stella shook her dad awake, he groaned and turned over to look at her.

He coughed and sat up, blankets still around him. "Yes, Yes Stella what's up? Why must you wake a tired ranger at, 4:00 in the morning?" He asked, yawning.

"Y/n is gone! August told me he saw them drive off with the mercadi! Dad, they don't even have a license!" She practically yelled at him.

"THEYRE WHAT?!" he yelled, springing out of bed quickly. He ran and put his ranger equipment on quickly, before returning back in front of Stella.

"Stella, listen." He crouched down in front of her. "They'll be okay, we'll find them I promise alright? Now, you go grab August and get him in the car." Stella nodded quickly, running out of the room to go grab August. Truth be told, he was worried. Enough of his family had died already. 'No no, no dark thoughts right now, N/n is more important. ' he thought, and nervously stepped out of the room, practically running downstairs and outside into the car.

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There you were, just peacefully sitting on the not so safe side of the railing. You took a deep breath in of fresh air, staring down at the busy street below you. 'I could just jump now, what am I waiting for?' You thought, and slowly wiggled your way off the edge. Starting to fall, untill a hand grabbed you back. You looked confused, turning around you saw August.

"August?! Wha- what are you doing here?" You asked nervously. Staring at your brothers worried face.

"Oh I don't know, I'm here because I'm not gonna let my sibling KILL THEMSELVES?! DAD! STELLA! HELP!" He yelled.

'Shit, shit, shit. This is not good, holy fuck.' You thought, letting go of his hand. "August, just let me go. I don't have to be a burden anymore." You said, staring at him with upset eyes as you teared up.

"Wha- NO! DAD- STELLA, PLEASE!" he yelled again, grabbing your hand tighter and trying to pull you up untill eventually your dad and Stella bursted through the door. Staring at you dangling off the edge. Cordell looked at you with shock, his mouth making a small O shape. Stella immediately started to tear up, covering her mouth with her hands.

"Uh, a little HELP, please?" August yelled at them, untill they snapped out of their trance. Quickly, you tried to wiggle your way out of August's grasp, but it was no use, as Cordell had a hold of your hand now, along with Stella.  Quickly, you were pulled over the railing. You broke down, watching them all stare at you like some kind of lab experiment. Then, Cordell hugged you, as tight as he could.

You gasped, staring into his chest. Then, August joined the hug, along with Stella.

Shortly after they let go, and Cordell crossed his arms, staring down at you. "I think I can speak for all of us when I say, don't do this again, N/n. We love you. What would this family be like without you? You can always talk to any of us, you know that, right?" He asked, almost crying himself.

"I know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I just didn't wanna be a burden.." You sobbed out. He sighed, and smiled at you.

"Well, let's take you somewhere where you aren't a burden then. Let's go home, okay?" He asked, smiling down at you. You smiled back, and nodded, still crying.

And eventually, maybe you would get better. Maybe, just maybe, you could actually get better.

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Originally written from wattpad, so if you recognize this from that you know who I am now!

1627 words! My best so far 😈

Bonus: Cordell watched you intently as you emptied your drawers for anything sharp as he held out his hand. You groaned and handed them to him. He frowned softly. "Yknow we all love you, right?" We're all here. Even if your grandpa seems like.. A meanie sometimes, even he'd listen about this. Okay?" He asked. You nodded, tearing up again. He smiled softly. "Alright, alright." He hugged you tightly, and for once, you hugged him back.

#cordell walker #cordell walker x reader #comfort #agnst #fluff #heavy angst #awareness #988lifeline #therapy #x reader #sweetness #sweet #fatherly love #platonic #platonic relationships #sillyposting #silly little guy #silly guy #so silly #silly #luxelorienfanfic

[bedazzlecunt]

Does it make you uncomfortable when people ogle you? It's hot in theory but it makes me feel so gross when it happens I get too scared to dress how I want.

i'm assuming this is in reference to the grocery shopping post, and i want to clarify that i wouldn't qualify that (looking at my tits and then looking away) as ogling, as least not in the way the word is usually used. like, i do dress very differently than most people and i don't begrudge people noticing that. i get stared at a lot even when my fits aren't slutty because i'm just fairly alt. i don't really care if i've dressed in a way where my tits are shown off extremely obviously and people notice and look accordingly. at least half the people i caught staring on that trip were clearly not looking in a horny way so much as a surprised one, and the only look i got that made me feel uncomfortable was actually one from a guy who clearly didn't approve and scoffed and rolled his eyes. anyway, this is all to say that people staring at me a bit because i look Fun and Unique doesn't bug me in and of itself so long as they're not treating me differently or etc. i like attention, and i also often end up staring at people who look cool or are hot or both! i've stared at some great asses yknow

that being said, being ogled the way i'd define it sucks and i hate it and it's deeply rude. like, i've definitely been in situations where a stranger is blatantly staring at my tits and i know and they know i know and they just keep doing it. in my experience it often precedes actual harassment which is worse. and, unlike someone who looks out of surprise and then thinks 'tits, nice' but is otherwise normal this type of person's staring is less out of surprise or even appreciation (however rude it may be) and more out of a desire to assert dominance or even shame. it's like the guys who catcall you from their car; they don't actually care that you're hot, they just want to be dicks and dehumanize you. that sorta shit makes me uncomfortable much more than the idea of somebody noticing im hot and that my tits are out and doing a double take about it. and because i am extremely confident, annoying freaks might sometimes make me nervous but they don't ever make me ashamed; they're the problem, not me.

like, this is my kink blog so obvi kink is what i talk about, but i also just sincerely and nonsexually like the bimbo aesthetic. 9/10 when i go out in one of my teeny fits kink is not really on my mind. and i think in an ideal world ppl w tits could wear whatever they want and have their nipples out or etc and nobody would think anything of it, so there's an element of me just like. living my life as normal yknow. i genuinely do forget that nipples n shit are like, a Shock for some folks, cos that sorta shit is so whatever to me

anyway, this is all to say yes i hate being ogled, but i don't really count general looking as being ogled, and sexual harassment of any kind is shitty and awful. there's nothing wrong with not dressing the way u want if u know doing so is gonna make ur anxious or, worse, unsafe, tho! your happiness matters more than ur aesthetic!

#Anonymous #wren speaking!

[wardencommanderrodimiss]

"No, see, I'm sayin' you've got a good thing going here," Balthus says, leaning forward from his chair until he hangs in the space between their two tables. "You've got a goddess who's a real classy lady, but real down-to-earth, too. You know where no one's ever met Fodlan's goddess? At a McDonalds."

Byleth, sitting next to him, blinks placidly in a decidedly lizard-like way. Her pet lizard, atop her head, has not blinked for the past twenty minutes.

"Like yeah, Seiros is a milf, too, don't get me wrong," Balthus continues, "but she's not, y'know, the milf, yeah? Up there" -- he gestures with his thumb in the vague direction that the cathedral sits -- "they're not teaching the things that get asses in seats. They've got a milfy saint, but they ain't telling me if the goddess is a milf."

A thud sounds as Zelgius, who switched tables to sit across from Byleth, wrestles her arm to the tabletop. An expression that on Byleth could be described as a smile crosses her face for a moment before she says, "Not anymore."

"What, that they don't teach that the goddess is a milf anymore, or she isn't a milf anymore?" Balthus asks. "I thought goddesses don't age. They're goddesses, yeah?" He sits back in his chair.

"She isn't a milf anymore," Byleth says, pronouncing milf the way that one might awkwardly form an unfamiliar word of unknown pronunciation. "She died and then became a lizard."

"Is that so?" asks Sephiran, who looks interested for the first time in the course of this conversation. "I am familiar with some of the teachings of the Church of Seiros, but I cannot recall any tell of this."

"Being a lizard can't mean she's not a milf, though," Balthus says. "You know those lizard gals from like, Skyrim? Or even the dragon from Shrek, y'know--"

"She is a lizard who speaks with the tone and cadence of an indignant twelve-year-old," Byleth says.

"Damn," Balthus says. "Shit's rough out there. Goddesses getting their milf cards revoked."

"Do you...speak, directly, with the goddess?" Sephiran asks, exchanging a knowing glance with Micaiah and the orange bird pressing its small feathered body up against the window next to them, as though it could push itself through the glass to enter the establishment.

"Yes," Byleth says, and does not elaborate.

"What is a 'milf'?" Sanaki demands, with the tone and cadence of an indignant thirteen-year-old. "You keep using this term and not one of you has explained it to me!"

"Uh," Balthus says. "How old are you?"

"Do not condescend to me because of my age!" says Sanaki, her non-answer serving as an answer itself. "I am gathering that this word means a, an attractive woman of some sort, but there is some nuance I know I am missing--"

"It is a somewhat-crude slang for an attractive older woman," Micaiah says. "You should not use it."

"Attractive older moms," says Balthus, who has apparently decided that actually, Sanaki's age isn't really an obstacle to making sure that she is properly informed. "And goddesses are the moms of us all, really. And then, yknow, like, the dragon from Shrek--"

"What is this Shrek?" Sanaki asks.

"Oh, damn, you've never watched Shrek?" Balthus says. "Who raised you? They've deprived you."

Sanaki turns a pointed glare upon Sephiran, who was in fact the one to raise her. "Sephiran," she says imperiously, "I should like to watch this - Shrek, whatever it is."

"Film series," says Balthus. "Second one's even better than the first."

"You would let the physical appearance that your goddess takes determine your reverence for her," says Ashera, who has not spoken or blinked for the past twenty minutes, as she has been staring at Byleth's pet lizard.

"Uh," says Balthus. "I mean, it's not like the Church of Seiros has ever offered me any other reason why I should care about them, so yeah, I'm askin' if they got milfs."

#three frat houses au #'why are byleth and balthus at mcdonalds together with no one else from the fodlan cast?' well that's up to you to decide :) #anyway i guess shrek and todd howard are canon to the three frats setting. i guess. #this is either one of the best or worst things i've ever written. i'm going with 'best' tbh. it made me laugh.

[xamaxenta]

FUCK OK HERE WE GO ILL TRY TO REMEMBER ALL OF IT CAUSE YEAH IT WAS PRETTY LONG SDKJHLFG

So Marco sees Ace being pinned against a wall by one of his producers and the first thing he wants to do is tackle him to the ground and maybe throw in a punch or two but he just stares daggers into the man and keeps his voice even as he asks, "Am I interrupting something?" He tries his best to keep his calm if there's even the slightest chance he's misreading the situation.

Ace's eyes dart back and forth, anxious out of his mind and lowkey mortified marco found him like this and his leg is trembling from his injury and he curses himself for his voice being gone as he tries to speak and keep calm as well "My,,, my leg hurts. I need-- help,,"

Marco knows he's telling the truth in a surface level way and a deeper way. Yeah, his leg really looks like it's killing him, but the way Ace's voice almost broke when he stuck on that last statement. Marco is able to easily pick up what he means.

The producer shoots a look at Ace and growls at him. "You didn't tell me about that. You," he looks at Marco, "You get out of here if you know what's good for you."

Marco approaches and puts his hand on the man's shoulder, firm and tight, and tries to show the man some patience and understanding cause despite how much he wants to clock this guy in the face he knows producers are important and this really should be solved as smoothly as possible like "I've come to find him to take him to a walk-in clinic, his leg is really bothering him and it needs to be looked at."

The man releases one of Ace's wrists to slap Marco's hand away and face him more and he scoffs at him, "You've got some nerve, you nobody. I need to speak privately with my star here, if you could--"

Ace can feel the animosity growing and Marco wanting to murder him with every passing second, so suddenly Ace starts gasping and wailing and collapsing in on himself and holding his leg "M-Marco! Marco, it really hurts! I think something's wrong!!"

And that puts Marco in zero-in focus mode on him like ace oh my god whats wrong are you okay can you stand can you walk let's get you out of here and the producer is too stunned by the sudden screaming like oh my god this really is an emergency

Marco practically carries him to his car and drops him in the passenger seat and he keeps up the act until the doors are closed and Marco's driving away and its a real quiet ride cause marco tries to question him asking if hes really okay (first about his leg then about his mind) and ace is almost disassociating and shrugging him off cause in reality he's feeling absolutely horrible about himself cause not only did he let that happen to him (he's supposed to be stronger than that, hell he could probably benchpress the guy's weight and yet he still cornered ace like a scared rat) he let marco see him weak like that. hes so pathetic marco's gotta think hes so pathetic now and its not a fun interaction that ensues

*prints this off ten times and stuffs it in my mouth*

This is some HAUTE cuisine my compliments to the chef holy shit yall anons are COOKING

I love dramatics, i also think whether Ace was very much in pain or not utilising drama to get out of the situation is smart of him poor thing :(( youd have to be a giga asshole to ignore someone saying theyre in pain when there’s a witness (unfortunately this is common irl but yknow im not going to focus on that bc its . Sad)

AaaaAAAAAA BRIDAL CARRY THO can i just say the vibes immaculate

The amount of comfort n care after this encounter in the safety of the car is driving me insane like

Ace realising he can relax and feel safe, his manager might be blowing up his phone rn but he just turns it off hes tired and overwhelmed

#marcoace model au

[lepidopteragirl]

hello soap my good friend soap can you tell me about the groundhogs day fic? also take your time get sleep if you need to resting is important!

hi yen hi hi hi for the love of god hello hope u are having a fantastic day :)

okay so for our backstory to my little guy and my extremely self indulgent swimming, au. perhaps this would work the same, perhaps even better, with a different sport, but i swim and if im going to make a self indulgent projection filled au im going to do it all the way damnit

so quackity's a swimmer yea. and he's been a solid alright for most of his career as a age group athlete (age group usually refers to 8-14 in usa swimming. and this is set in the us bc im american and want to talk about swimming like it is for me yeah) but as he goes into high school he has this big jump in times, he gets good rly fast and its very exciting for a while

(this timeline is perhaps over specific but no one is allowed to mention it i need some plausible deniability of extreme projection here)

so he's on this year of great times, the ball wont stop rolling he's on a great track to being recruited to some of the best colleges in the country if he keeps on this trajectory. and he's at the last meet of the season, and he still swims quite well, but he falls consistently just short of a certain cut in all of his good events. so he's disappointed, but not crushed, yknow? then he goes into a two week break, and about halfway through, he gets injured and can't be in the water for six months. which is, not great. it sucks its bad, and when he gets back in, he can't get back to how he used to be performing for anything. three years go by and he hasn't gotten any better, really, barely even touched the times from that last good meet. shit sucks. just can't get faster, despite being three years faster and technically in practice a better swimmer. but the times just aren't there when they need to be. (people keep saying performance anxiety, feeling stuck in a mental rut. who knows)

coach tells him it might be better if he quit, so he goes on a training arc to prove them wrong like the Hot Girl he is, all eyes everything set on finally hitting this one cut he's been falling just short from for years. he switches to a new best event, training has been better than it ever has before. he's ready going into the meet, everything finally aligned. maybe he's in his head a bit, but its going to be there, he's ready hes finally back.

then he misses yet again. hes crushed. no coming back staring into the mirror for an hour straight wondering why he even does this shit anymore, refusing to show his face to anyone and cries himself to sleep type crushed you know the drill.

then he wakes up again the same morning, and thats when the story starts!!

#clearly this is a super projectionheavy/personal au lol but its specifically trying to hit on the idea of being so so stuck in something & #feeling trapped in old ruts and how it just feels likes spinning your wheels repeating the same thing over and over #my writing #<- kinda but i want to find this again lol

[sharksa-shivers]

More queer Trio shit cuz why not?

---------------------- (Max comes back from a gas station and comes over to the car where Sharky and Kristy are. Max has a bag of drinks for all of em.)

Max:(rushing over with a big ol smirk)Ey, i got the drinks!!! I got drinks for the boys!!!!

Sharky:(amused too, thirsty)Hell yeah, gimmie one.

Max:(yeets one at Sharky who catches the soda easily, looks over at Kristy)And one for you?

Kristy:(looks at Max a bit confused)…Max, i'm a gir-

Max:(shakes his head)Nope, none of that!!! You're with me and Sharky, you're an official boy aite, none of that! Besides, you gotta want a drink don't you?

Kristy:(feels nice Max said that, takes what he says)…Yeah, i am thirsty…I'd definitely like a soda…

Max:(wraps an arm around Kristy's shoulder, smirking and hands her a soda)Then accept gender is a stupidass social concept and take the soda Kris, you're one of the boys now!!!!

Sharky:(amused, taking a sip of his drink)Besides Kris, I'm bi. I'm chill if you wanna trans your gender hehehe, you aren't getting away from me that easy!!! I'll date a guy!!!

Kristy:(amused by her friend and her boyfriend, sits on the trunk with Sharky and shoves him lightly, Sharky snickering in response)Dude, stoppppp!!! Hahaha!!! I like being a girl!! Butttttttt i can accept that terms are terms so...Yknow...(opens her soda and starts drinking it) --------------------

(Max and Kristy are talking about a thing, Max is sitting at an office desk with his legs crossed, boots on the table while Kristy's just standing and talking. Idk what about, i just have this dialog)

Max:(smirking, amused) I mean, i am pretty hot for an aroace guy i'd think…Yknow, Mr. Unattainable some might call me.

Kristy:(annoyed by Max's shenanigans) You are not funny.

Max:(smirk widens) You're right, i'm fuckin hilarious heheheheh… -------------------

(Bi shit from Sharky lol.)

(Sharky and Kristy watching a horror movie together, not sure if they a couple atm tho, F…Or ig you can decide lol. We see part of the movie, a human guy walking around his house that he's like locked out of and is trying to get back into.)

Kristy:(kinda perks up whenever he's on screen)……He's kinda like…Really nice looking, wow…

Sharky:(gay smirk, eating popcorn)Mmm, yeah, he's pretty hot honestly…But uhhhh, i wouldn't get too attached…

Kristy:(looking over)What? Why?

Sharky:(amused)Hey, spoilers but uhhhh, i've seen this movie before. Not gonna say what but doesn't go well for him…Which sucks cuz god, he is hot tho… ----------------

(Context is Trio derps are getting ready in the morning after waking up to do a mission. They're currently at a clients house and are prepping to head out.)

Max:(leaving his temp-room, we see he's wearing some pretty fem clothes. He's wearing his velvety blue flower top, a purple beanie, his black ruffled skirt, his black and purple tights and his punk boots. We see him shut the door and come face to face with the client who's staring oddly at Max)Ughhhhh, guess I'm ready for this but man, i got a vibe this missions gonna kinda suck…

Client:(questioning Max's outfit)……I imagine it is considering your outfit, what are you even wearing?? Why is it so girly and feminine??

Max:(glares at him, a bit annoyed. We also see Kristy walking behind the client and she stops whenever she hears what Max is saying, snarky and confrontational)…There something wrong with being a girl or being feminine my guy? You got something you wanna share with the class?

Client:(he notices Kristy's behind him and is also none too pleased, quickly but begrudgingly dropping the topic, huffy)……..Never mind, ugh…

Kristy:(watching as he walks off, approaching near Max, annoyed)…….Oh great, so he's one of those kind of clients. Greattttt…

Max:(smirking, amused)Don't worry too much, i got my methods of 'extra charges' he can pay for being a pain in the ass…

Kristy:(raises an eyebrow, sus)What do you mean by that?

Max:(just smirks a shiteating grin before saying nothing and walking off)…… --------------- Sharky:(Laying down with Kristy, looking at the ceiling, thinking)……So what i've pieced together is i got a thing for pan girls andddd dudes that can kick my ass…Emo enbies are pretty neat too…

Kristy:(also laying down, thinking)…..I don't really think i haveeee much of a preference honestly when i think about it…I just like what i like hehe…When i think about it, my tastes are like…allllll over the place…

Sharky:(amused, looking over at his gf)Yknow, i think that explains alot about both of us honestly heh… ------------------------

Rando girl:(confessing) Look i just…I think i like you ok???? Oh god, i really do!!!!!! Like romantic love like you!!!!!! All the time we've spent together today!!!! I-I think i love you!!!!!!!

Max:(just sits, staring, awkward laughing and smiling as he slowly pulls out an aroace bandanna from his bag, tying it on his head, the girl just staring and not understanding)…….That's not my fault you picked wrong, it's nottttttttttt…

Rando girl:(confused)………….What's that mean?

Max:(anxiety intensifys, nervous smiles still as he trys really fucking hard to hint at it, we see him grab his bag and dump out various shit with ace flags and aro flags on it, popping his pride pins off his bag, his ace spade keychain, various stickers he has stored up, small little flags, several black and white rings, just leaving them on the table and gesturing, awkward as fuck)………Please, please just understand?????

Rando girl:(awkward, getting more hurt)I…I don't?? I don't understand what any of this is????

Max:(just blurts it out, not knowing what else to do)Look, i apprecate your feeling but i'm aromantic asexual and i'm not interested in dating literally anybody, i'm so sorry, just, yeah, no, i don't-

Rando girl:(face falls, getting upset, angry and hurt)……..The hell does that mean????

Max:(groans, tries to explain)I don't feel sexual or romantic attractions, i don't-

Rando girl:(getting up, now pissed and beyond hurt)I can't believe this!!!!!!! I thought you'd like me back!!!!!!!!

Max:(quickly, awkward, visably sweating, scared of hurting her)Well i'm sorry, i just, i don't-

(before Max can say anything else, we see the girl grab her drink, Max quickly shoves his stuff into his bag quickly as he see's what's coming and he's right because she throws the drink all over Max)

Rando girl:(angry crying)Fuck you!!!!!! You miserable piece of shit!!!!!! Enjoy being alone forever!!!!!(she runs out of the building crying, leaving Max alone…)

Max:(reeling from that, moving his wet fur from his eyes, groaning irritated as fuck, shaking soda from his fur)God fucking damnit, jesus…Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

(We see Sharky approach, him coming from like the bathroom, sitting back down only to question Max)

Sharky:(worried)Uhhhhhh, there any reason your sopping wet with soda? And where'd that girl go?

Max:(irritated)Because people don't know what "No, i'm not interested in dating you." means…And uhhh, she ran off because i said that…

Sharky:(stops a second, stunned)Wait, did she like-????

Max:(nods, frustrated)Yes she did and now i'm just…Tired…(plops his head on the table)Goddamnit, why the fuck do people have to fucking be like that? Fucking, jesus…

Sharky:(quickly, grabbing some nearby napkins, sympathetic, worried)Holy shit, Max, i'm so so sorry, i-

Max:(annoyed but grateful)It's fine, just…Yeah, give me some more napkins, god, this is all over my arms and my chest, goddamnit…

Sharky:(worried)Dude, still, what the fuck???? Why would she do that? She seemed chill, i don't get it!!

Max:(just stops a second before deciding to go off a bit)…Yknow, it'd be fuckin nice if i didn't have to literally come out to her as aroace at the same time she was trying to hit on me, it'd be nice if she could have seen the pins and knew what the hell the flags were and it would be nice if i didn't have to lecture literally every person ever about my identity because they ask and then they inevitably throw shit at me because they don't understand…Like just, just once, it'd be nice for them to notice the glaring fucking signs i have up around me and understand or for me to be able to say "I'm aroace" and them just to shrug and say "Oh cool, ok, nice. Anyway-" Like…God, i just…I just want that, i'm so fucking tired…

Sharky:(thinks for a moment, trying to search for the right words only to find none really)……..I'm sorry you have to feel that, i really am…I can't imagine how alienating that is…

Max:(bit depressed now)Yeah, it really fucking is……….(getting up, annoyed)Yknow what, i just want to leave, i don't want to be here anymore, i want to go take a shower before literally my entire body becomes solid sticky clumps of fur…

Sharky:(quickly trying to be a good friend, getting up too, kindly)Yeah, we can totally do that dude…Maybe we can all figure out something to do, Kristy said she finished some of that mission stuff from earlier and is going off about being bored…

Max:(annoyed)Yeah, course she is, she always does that shit… -------------

Sharky:(comes into the room and plops his arms on Kristy's head, putting his head on his arms and looking at what Kristy's doin, smirks)Hey, what's up pan-cake?

Kristy:(doing something on her phone, just laughs at that)Pan-cake??? What???

Sharky:(explains, cheery)Yeah cuz you're pan-sexual? Did the joke not land or? I dunno, that's what i was going for.

Kristy:(going back to her phone, still amused tho)Well it's better then the "are you attracted to pans then???" Joke i hear every single time so fair enough…I'll take that one. It is admittedly kinda cute, won't lie heheheh…

Sharky:(amused)Good, cuz i like it too heh…Also cuz you smell nice and you're soft…So you're like a pancake in other ways too if that helps…

Kristy:(she kinda short circuits from that)Dude ahhhhhhhhh (blushing intensifying)

Sharky:(just stares a moment before continuing)…….I like it when you blush, that's also hella cute… ________________

(We see Kristy standing whenever Sharky sneaks up behind her and scoops her up, startling her.)

Sharky:(smirking, holding her pretty easily)Need a lift m'lady?

Kristy:(blushing, startled)…Sure! Yeah, ok!

Sharky:(laughing a bit)I'm sorry, did i scare you??

Kristy:(calms down a bit, amused)Yeah, kinda!! But…then again, you're always a welcome surprise ya big derp…(kisses him on the cheek)

Sharky:(walking with her, chill and casual)Yepppp, i'm the big derp and you're the little derp. That's us, that's our relationship heheheh…I'm the big shy disaster bi and you're the pan with the…kinda bad plans, not gonna lie.

Kristy:(laughing, shoves him a bit)Hey!!! No bullying!!! ______________ These bitches queer. GOOD FOR THEM!!! Good for them!!

#kidnappedseries #kidnappedseries dialog stuff #sharky #kristy #max #sharksty #This Series gay son lol #Leave if you don't want queer shit #My queer ass don't want bigots here lol

[wewfimapuppie]

idk if i am protecting myself in any way here. but this is my final log.

i am going to have to take the message at face value. i saw the wkrd frighgebed and scared and idk how he perceived what i was doing. i felt like fuck it yknow i might be wrong but this is how its going for me. i felt it was the best thing to do? idk i def said weird shit.

theres no way around it this time. i went manic. i lost my shit. i imagined all that. i scared him.

to me it felt so real dude. so real. it felt like crazg things were happening to me. and i dont have a good support system so idk haha. i hated taking pills. i felt so awful. so i just wanna rely on God for now. and therapy. i'll find a way.

i'll also lay low. wear a black face mask. sunglasses. black beanie. on my way to work and way out. no one will know its me. i'll change and wear a dif sweater and bring a dif jacket yknow i even wanna dye my tips orange like. i feel so embarrassed and i dont wanna see him or have amyone that knows see me. im hiding. im scared. im disappearing. i will just work, head to Tijuana, get uber eats on fridays and some white claws or adjacent when we get comfy. and we dont talk to anyone except maricruz and our coworkwers yknow. stay vigiliant. i rather you dont talk to anyone anymore. we can make friends some other way.

i rather we focus on paying off our debt. and we drop this. we are at a point where we are questioning a text he sent us. we cant do that......

i rather like i said, we lay low, no attention towards ourselves and we wear a mask and domt do shows we are an online act idk. i wanted to be like yahoo lets do shkws z and this happened instead? i went manic? so idk i need to just dont interact w ppl like natasha i look stupid and crazy i have no supplrt to tell me um this is mania.

i can still paint, i can still sell, i can still make music even. but i cant expand or be public in san diego nah nope. i dont ever wanna see him or anyone. this is embarrassssing dude.

lets jjst keep it simple. food. paint. youtube. spotify. cookies and weed. some alcohol. lets just chill yknow? like back to the status quo? but this time we start fresh i guess. but for rn i rather be alone lmao. i feel cringe.

hopefully i can just focus on the job and getting my life together. thats all i can do. ni modo yknow? what else can i do? stay stuck on this? lets just move on. and focus on keeping ourselves afloat. safe. we will be okay. i still want to pray.

the last thing i'll say though is idk why he said that he blocked me bc i sent him noods when

1. he hearted them

2. he djdnt blkck me

3. i blocked him that time

4. i didnt sent him noods this time?

also i specifically have not mentioned his name jjst ryan and my complaints are like... justified?

so my theories on that is...

1. that... wasnt him...

2. he is like.... a psychopath and it isnt even me!! to twist it. make me feel like i went crazy??

3. hes saying a lie to cover why he really blocked me and its i seem crazy.

its just weird he said 2 wrong things. that i ever falked shit abt him and that i sent nudes now kr that he bloxked me when i did it 3 years ago? like he has reason to say jt was fhe Gkd stuff....

he also just ignored anything i said. about the holy ghost stuff. he didnt talk about God at all. the message was like in broken english it was weird. maybe he was scared? but why say a lie ljke that? when i felt its either im crazy or im...on to something. .

and why did he unblock me at all? to warn me or settle it? its still weird to ignore my one accusation. bro. whats with the staring.

but idk its weird like its enough where theyd know what happened. the email. the calling. ryan. the other subtle ways of contact.

so idk i think he couldnt say its bc you seem crazy and he gave you that reason as to why he blocked you even if it doesnt make sense. eventually we're gonna have to accept this is his response. idk abt what he knows abt me and ryan but i know he knows that unsolicited nudes thing is whack bc be liked them and he never blocked me i blocked him... so wtf.

i hate that this wasnt to me, a proper response. like ok i was frightening shit. but wait ur saying u blocked me? nah u blocked me now. no njdes. so idk what to make of this response. to believe it? theres an incorrect factoid.... that isnt it. so shit what now? now that is what will drive me crazy is saying that shit when that didnt happen.

thags what makes me think maybe he was a... cooky guy. bc hes lying. hes manipulating the situation. he didnt explaim himself. just said i was scary and a lie.

idk what it is at this point. him. me? what are the next steps? well... i rather we pretend it didnt happen. im never contacting him or seeing him. im leaving him alone. i dont want to make it worse. i can find "normal" love like tanner. no celestial shit. just hey we fit.... i wish it was normal. i'll pray for it.

but we forget him Riv.... he's gone. whatever it is you thought... his response, whether you believe it or not, could be his real response. and theres signs that your perspective is skewed. and this is it.

i know the nudes thjng sticks out to you Riv. but what are you supposed to do with that suspicion? i cant go see him and be like "was that really you?" like shiiiit no. so now what?

that is why i wanna tell you this; i need to feed you and pay your debt so im getting u a job. but i will also tell you this; if its meant to be it will be. if that isnt him, the real him will appear. but if not, you have more to live for

so. we forget any of this ever happened. we are in incognito mode. we keep it chill. focus on your mental health.

start working. start forgetting. get good at hiding. keep it simple. we can walk away from this bruv. who says we need to acknlowledge this happened? im dropping thjs. even the lie. it could be a cover up to a harsher feeling. we was nice enough to wish me good health....

i will be w say sd and just surviving. this is my last zane log tbh. for my safety and wellbeing.

[justalilpearlie]

hi guys dont mind me being insane again

im not tagging this too much cus its more of a personal ramble cus idk im feelin silly today and the BPD hits too hard. i wont be explainin what BPD is either so if u dont know either look it up or ignore this post,,

man i. have you ever loved someone so much you cry? /pos

like man i. its not romantic, may i clarify. most of my fps, except for my main one, are platonic. one of them is familial even

but i just. i feel like such a parasocial freako but i genuinly feel so intensely. its so positive too. if you ignore the crippling paranoia i always have abt my fps hating me or me being so intense they get uncomfortable...

but i just??? im not. normal about them.

i dont wanna sound creepy but they make my world so much better. id take a bullet from them. if give anything for them to be alright. i genuinly just REALLY enjoy their company and knowing theyre having fun with me aswell. knowing they enjoy me as a person. that im not a nuisance for the people i love the most.

and gosh i really hope they dont see this. i would feel so ashamed and embarassed if they did.

luckly i have better ways of copying with distress, attachment issues, jealousy, possesiveness, and all that other FUN (not) stuff that comes with BPD or rather specifically having an fp. A nice trustworthy psychologist (if u can afford it) does wonders to you, let me tell you.

its still hard sometimes but ive learnt to deal with it in ways that arent destructive to my relationships with those around me. i can cool down and such instead of lashing out or splitting for the most minimal things.

but now. for whatever reason. i went on a huge "positive" ramble instead. it was meant to be appreciation at the time, and still is, but i feel like its something that couldve scared them off. i showed some stuff to irl friends and online family, and everyone said theyd feel very appreciated if someone told them that stuff, but i cant help but feel is because they're my loved ones also and stuff. i really. really feel like i was too intense. i suck at showing affection in a normal way, a calm way, subtle way, like a normal person.

at this point i think. sigh i think its better if i just say nice things anonymously. i think if people, in general, not only my fps. but if people dont know affection comes from me they'll take it so much better than if they know its *me* in particular. and idk why! its just my brain being stupid again.

brains love doing that, dont they? being stupid. telling you everyone hates you oh so much no matter what you do. that theyre lying behind your back, and hate you in secret, theyre just being polite and allat.

well let me tell you, dear reader, whoever the fuck might read this, specially if its from the bpd tags: thats not true. sure, there might be assholes out there, but those people you think hate you despite how close you are, most likely dont. and i cant even get this through my own head but my sister repeats it to me all the time. "[name] talks so nicely about you and seems so happy seeing you". even then its hard to believe, i gotta stare at nice screenshots ive saved where i believe ive done something good, something worthy of appreciation, something that has not only meaning but an impact, a possitive one. and i know the chances of them actually hating me are low, but i still believe more in those chances than the proof.

i feel a bit delusional in a way. and i mean, i am, often times. but this is one of those thoughts- those god dammed thoughts where you're self aware yet- yet it doesnt shake the feeling away, you know? like no there is no proof, no logical proof at least, only what your mind twists into proof. but you still just "know it", yknow? even if you dont actually know shit and are very wrong. you feel like you do and it- it fucking sucks.

dont even get me started on splits and mood swings, highs and lows. Cause well. THATS NOT THE TOPIC OF THIS POST !! Lmao. i could go on for hours complaining tho. ough.

but yeah!! i just !! sorry, this took a turn. i just. needed to express myself idfk. i'll go back to posting abt minecraft men kissing soon or whatever, sorry normie followers /hj

i love them so much its overwhelming, yet i wouldnt change it for everything in the world, you know? not them. its hard but id rather endure it for them than have them not be THIS level of special to me anymore.

i really REALLY hope theyre not. uncomfortable by it tho. and wont dump me for it. i really wish i had a guide to how to and how to not mess up. so i could avoid doing dumb shit on accident.

and its funny cause theyre ppl that would absolutely tell me if im doing shit that bothers them, yet i believe theres smth else, stupid thoughts man. LEAVE ME ALONE FREDDY MERCURY!! UR SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD !! /ref

sighhhh anyhow yeah im dropping it here. bpd is a bitch. and to anyone out there dealing w it? godspeed. you can do this, i know life already sucks and this shitty dissorder doesnt help, but i know you can push through, mi gente bella.

Pearlo out. BPD hours rlly seem to be hitting at around 11-12 am, huh? /ij

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[pretty-little-martyr]

hi I'm sorry if this is. idk awkward but I saw your tags on that post about changing how people talk about getting gynecologic care and you might want to look into vaginismus. It's a condition that causes those muscles to tighten up often very painfully anytime any sort of penetration is attempted. Physical therapy, dilators and muscles relaxers can help but ofc its something that should be discussed with a doctor to make sure you're getting the correct treatment. ALSO! You can request laughing gas for pap smears and other invasive gyno procedures. It is something they do. Usually if you tell them any insertion at all is extremely painful it'll be offered but if not you can ask for it. Some places might be able to do full sedation but I think that'd just depend on the facilities since that would require an anesthesiologist as well

and also vaginismus is like extremely super common (iirc at least 20% of people with vaginas experience it at some point in their lives) the problem is just that nobody talks about it because well. Society. this is not something abnormal or wrong with you in a bad way, it's just a medical condition that you happen to have and need accommodations for. if that helps at all

hey thank you for reaching out fr, it's not weird at all! ive been trying to figure out if it's that or just general "pelvic floor problems" whatever that entails. im getting HRT/gender care from Planned Parenthood these days, and they have told me i would Have to get another exam/smear next year (which i am terrified about tbqh) and they've mentioned they'd give me something or other to help, probably laughing gas like you've said (which ive never actually had).

i did tell that gyno that i'd never put anything in me and that even tampons were horribly painful, and their reaction was to act like i was crazy and lying and that never happens to anybody lmao the woman literally stared at me as if she was waiting for me to say 'haha just kidding' and asked me like 3 times over if i was sure i was a virgin at my big age (21 at the time). even after i was crying and bleeding and having a panic attack they were incredibly apathetic towards me. so! yeah. to be quite honest i'm not interested in dilators or physical therapy--not to knock them, i just want my whole shit removed, so why put in that effort and (probably) gain new trauma from putting things in me, yknow? the mere concept kinda makes me ill. im considering looking into surgery sometime soon-ish. my family might lose their shit about it, but, i dont think they can stop me now that i live by myself, and unless their insurance blocks it, i should be good to go on that.

anyway. id be so down to get fully sedated for it. put me under for like 30 minutes to get all that shit done and i dont have to be present for it or acknowledge it at all thanks. also might help in general, if the muscle tightening is something semi-voluntary/if that even is my issue. ive also considered if i just have a very small hole. i think thats referred to as a neovagina? i dunno.

i really appreciate these asks <3 very kind of you and. somehow i did not really register the potential of asking a different doctor about their thoughts on it i guess ASDFGHJK i just sort of. the initial event was traumatizing enough i still sometimes have nightmares, which is super dope, and remembering it too hard makes me feel very violated, so really i try not to talk about it so much. i was super fucking stoned last night, is probably why i even left those tags jhgvbhnjkm.

tldr thank you for your kindness and i am really hoping my next exam will feature me either Unconscious or Off My Ass On Laughing Gas Or Something. if theres some chance i HAVE to keep my equipment rather than getting surgery i may genuinely look into therapies just for my own convenience but beyond that i just really ... really do not want any items up in there.

#sorry if this is super rambly ive had a HELL of a day. i have an awful headache rn and am just trying to be coherent jihuygbvuhj #i left this sitting for the day cause i was too busy to give it a proper response but i did not want to wait so long that i forgor about it #anyways. there was also so much malpractice at that gyno office its insane #i had a horrible reaction to a birth control and they could not have given fewer shits about it #i got a blood test there once and the woman administering it was like 'im bad at these haha' and then proceeded to #1- miss my vein 2- not re-try it and 3- instead squeeze my arm like a go-gurt tube to force blood into the needle. i nearly passed out #i probably had enough shit there for a lawsuit but my mom gaslit me into thinking it was all my fault somehow

[oqlixsreads]

hellooo!! can i request for a gwi nam x reader where they are in a relationship, everyone at school is aware of it, and they are confused as to how two people with such opposing personalities can be together. However, gwi nam always acts as if they don't know each other at school, but when they are not in school, gwi nam treats her right. one day the reader wants to share her lunch with Gwi Nam, but the 2 bullies insult and disrespect her in front of him, making him angry and become protective of her infront of the whole cafeteria pleasee !! hehe sorry for the long description, thank youuuu 😚❤️

yes ofccc i like this idea a lot idk why. ok here you go :)

warnings// cursing, mentions of blood, beating someone up idk, hurt to comfort type fanfic

𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀

Gwi nam was such a good person to you. He acted a way towards you he would never act in school, you knew that he wasn’t that good of a person but he was with you. People often have you looks when they hear you’re dating him.

They think that it’s a little weird seeing a girl who’s a bit on the quieter side, and likes to read, and probably one of the nicest people they’ve ever met/seen, but yet he’s also seen a side of you that you would never show anyone at school. So the big question is why were you even dating him?

He literally acts like you don’t know each other, as if you haven’t been together for damn near a year, as if you two were 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨.

I really don’t understand why he just acts like he doesn’t know me, maybe he’s ashamed? what if I did something wrong? but what? he would tell me if i did something to piss him off. But this was just odd. I mean at least it was friday, so maybe I could ask him what that’s all about. Might just dismiss it but I’ll at least try.

But i’m gonna at least try and talk to him today. And he’s right there actually straight in front of me and heading my direction, I thought he was going to give me a hug or a kiss maybe something? but let’s be honest this is Gwi nam. And he doesn’t like PDA, so he would never. However I continued to walk towards him and with a smile on my face too.

“Hey Gwi na-“ he didn’t even spare me a glance? not a smile? not a wave? “What the fuck?” I spoke loud enough for him to hear me. He turned around a little to make eye contact just to keep walking forward to his little group of friends. “Bitch” I mumbled under my breath. My face was getting hot why am I so mad?

I’ll try to eat lunch with him. And so I did he was with his friends, I did have food that he liked and was his favorite.

I spotted him with his friends so I made my way over there bessie him. They all stopped talking and stared at me the uncomfortable looks made me nervous. He looked away from me. I felt so disrespected. I harshly nudged him in the side. He hissed in pain. “Why the fuck are you ignoring me. It’s been like this for at least 5 days and now i’m actually getting annoyed.”

His friends laughed at me. “She thinks she’s tough huh?“ a random guy who you’ve never even seen before again. “Gwi nam it looks like you have a lost puppy following you.” another said making the whole table laugh. That’s not even funny but okay.

“Yeah and how are you gonna let this bitch talk to you and hit you like that.” Gwi nam’s face was getting red. he shot them a look “Don’t ever talk about her like that again or i’ll fucking kill you.” he said in the most calming way possible.

“I can’t do this shit right now.” I said in a nonchalant tone picking up my shit and walking out of the cafeteria. “Gwi nam what the fuck was that all about. I mean I knew you two were dating but it wasn’t anything harmful I could do worse to her yknow.” His ‘friend’ said with a disgusting smirk.

Gwi nam stood up grabbing his friend by the back of the head and slamming it into his tray of food. another one of his friends stood up, attempting to swing at him but gwi nam grabbed his arm and ended up punching him in the nose with his free fist. All for me. But I wouldn’t know because I just fucking left.

I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day. I really don’t understan- ding! oh it’s him.

I’m outside. Okay good I can ask him now and hopefully he’ll tell me why. Okay.

I was nervous to say the least. The door creaked open then shut and footsteps were heard coming towards my room. I took a deep breath in, was this a way of telling me he’s tired of me or ashamed? But he opened the door with a sad smile plastered on his face.

He automatically crushed me with a huge hug and a kiss on the forehead. I gave him a weak smile back. This made him confused and kinda sad..

“What’s wrong?” he asked me taking one of my hands into his. Okay Y/n just ask it’s okay. “How are you even going to ask me what’s wrong?” I couldn’t even keep eye contact with him and why are my hands all sweaty? It’s so fucking hot in here. He noticed my look of discomfort and his facial expression’s softened.

“Are you getting tired or ashamed of me and us? Because for the past few day you’ve just acted like you don’t even know who I am and as if we’ve never even met. And you just let your friends talk to me like that” I spoke looking at the floor, a pair of shoes, the closet, anything but his eyes that never moved once. He let out a deep sigh and rubbed his hand over his face. “Y/n no. I’m not getting tired of you. And i’m far from ashamed of you and our relationship. And I would never let anyone talk to you like that ever.”

He pulled me closer to him and laid his head on mine and told me. “I’ve been acting this way because im scared of how my friends would react to us hanging around each other I don’t want you associated with them or near them and everyone knows i’m always with them..I just don’t want them to do anything that could split us up or hurt you, I actually got detention for uhm slightly harming two of them.” I can’t lie, this made me tear up a little. He was practically squeezing me now.

I laughed a little “Gwi nam. I’m sorry, but you didn’t have to go so far as to beating them up” he pulled away and grabbed me gently by my face, I still avoided eye contact by looking at his shirt. And messing with my hands/knuckles until they cracked. “Y/n look at me.” I looked for a split second then somewhere else.

“Not the lamp baby look at me.” Gwi nam said moving his thumb over my cheek making my face so hot yet again. He smiled at me softly. “You have nothing to apologize for this baby, i’m sorry for avoiding you I should’ve just said it from the start. So don’t even think about apologizing i’m so sorry.” he said kissing me on the lips.

Making me smile and kissing him on the cheek “Thank you but don’t do it again because I will fuck you up without hesitation.” he laughed “I’m sure you will. Why don’t we watch a movie.” Gwi nam said pull a blanket over us. He stared at me for a while.

“What?” I said looking at him with pure confusing.

“I love you.” that was the first time he’s ever said that.

I suck at writing fighting scenes so please forgive me💀 i hope you like this tho

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[gayfanservice]

hi- so im rlly awkward abt this but if i could- could i request kenma comforting a ftm reader after a dysphoric day please?

Hello! I am also very Awkward! Glad we could be awkward together!

Angst-to-fluff, Kenma might be a bit ooc (don’t know his character too well), I might be bad with the dysphoria thing so if i am please correct me 😭, trans men are real men, and for the love of god,

FEMALE ALIGNED (SHE/HER SHE/THEY) DO NOT INTERACT

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Today was not your day. Waking up and barely having the strength to get out of bed should’ve been a sign that maybe it would’ve been better to just lay down all day, but those grades weren’t going to raise themselves, unfortunately. You tried to not look down while you took off your shirt and picked up your binder, you could already feel them and you didn’t want to see them. Tugging on your binder (and stubbing your toe on your dresser) you walked back over to your dresser to get your uniform. You paused at the mirror. ‘Oh, it’s one of those days. Fuck.’ You thought as you couldn’t help but have your eyes travel down, turning to the side. ‘That… doesn’t look right.’ You couldn’t do this, you just wanted to crawl up in bed and cry.

‘This isn’t right,’ you thought, staring into the mirror. ‘Just… just today. It’s just for today and tomorrow will be better.’ You forced yourself to get dressed and walked out the door.

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‘It’s fine. I’m fine. I’m cool. I am the chilliest person on the planet… I want to cry.’ You thought it would go away by now, but you couldn’t help but feel the anxiety rise as the feelings of despair crawled up you stomach. ‘Just a couple more minutes. Just a couple more minutes and Kenma will be with me and everything will be fine. Everything will be A-OK.’ The lump in your throat hasn’t gone away, ready to ‘POP’ at any wrong move. Your chest felt tighter than usual, you had no motivation to any of your school work and god knows you’re definitely not going to be able to focus in volleyball. ‘Volleyball… shit we have volleyball. I hope Kuroo doesn’t mind that I’m ditching.’ You thought as the bell rang.

You packed your bag and walked out of your classroom as fast as you can, texting Kenma.

😩(Y/N)😩: Hey, ditch volley w/ me 15:15

😾Kenma😾: Sumthn wrong? 15:15

😩(Y/N)😩: One of those days, yknow 15:16

You saw Kenma read your text as you put your phone away, leaning against a stray lamp trying to distract yourself with the sky. “Hey,” Kenma walked up beside you. You put your head on his shoulder, trying not to let your thoughts (and feelings) get to you. “You wanna come over?” You loved how soft he sounded, maybe even a little jealous. But that’s a thought for later. “Yeah, that’ll be nice.” The walk to Kenma’s house was quiet, the only sound heard was from the cars that passed by and the people around you. Kenma unlocked his door, letting you in before walking in himself. You both took your shoes off before going to Kenma’s room. “Do you want to change?” He asked as you flopped down on his bed, “Not really.”

“(Y/N), what about your binder? You’ve been wearing it for most of the day.” The lump in your throat got bigger, “I know.” You cursed at whatever god who dared listen to you for your voice crack. Your vision blurred from the tears, you didn’t want Kenma to see you like this, even if you’ve been dating for awhile now. The bed beside you dipped down under his weight, and you felt him rubbing your back. “I’m sorry for bringing it up, I just don’t want you to hurt yourself.” You got to your knees before putting your head on his shoulder, hands around his waist as his where around your neck. “It’s not your fault, just a shitty day.” Trying to sound as normal as you could, you couldn’t stop the tears from leaving your eyes.

“I just… I’m just so tired of this,” you cried into his shoulder, “I hate having to wake up to this!” He rubbed your back. He didn’t know what it felt like to grow up in the wrong body, to experience the never ending pit of self hatred, depression, and anxiety. He didn’t know any of it, but he wanted to help. “I just- I just want to be a real man!” Your throat burned and you could feel the headache starting to form, “(Y/N), you are a real man.” “B-but-” “(Y/N), being a real man has nothing to do with having a dick or not. It’s about standing up to bullies and- and not tearing other people down,” He had no idea what he was saying, but he hoped it was right.

“What I’m trying to say is, you’re already a real man because you say you are.” You cried harder, hugged him harder, buried you head as deep as you could into his shoulder. Kenma slid down the bed to get in a more comfortable position and moved you beside him before laying down. You hugged him, face buried in his chest and crying dying down. You sat in silence with the occasional hiccup with Kenma stroking your back, “Thanks, Kenma.” You yawned, “No problem, (Y/N). I love you.” He closed his eyes, still stroking your back. “I love you, too.”

“You still need to switch out of your binder, it’s not healthy.” “God damn it.”

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Uhhhhhhhh hope you like it! And again, not to sure i got dysphoria right so please correct me if i wrong!

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