#when he said 'i dunno i can be a little toxic sometimes'

[phoward89]

Masterlist

Dark!Coryo, Dark!Peacekeeper Coryo, Innocent!Reader, Delulu!Coryo, obsession, manipulation, toxic relationship, drinking, cussing, etc

Chapter 4:

“You know, you might want to change into something more casual later- for when we go to the Hobb.” You told Coryo, who had an arm slung over your shoulders possessively while still carrying his sack over his shoulder. It had a few of his personal items in it so you didn't blame him for carrying it around instead of leaving it on your front porch.

“I will, darling.” Assured Coryo, walking with you towards the meadow. “So, how much farther to the meadow?”

“Not much.” You simply told him, spotting the vast green sprawling meadow and the large oak tree in the distance. Pointing it out, you said, “See, it's right over there.”

Gesturing to the meadow and tree up ahead, Coryo chuckled, “It's still quite a walk in this heat to get there.”

“The heat won't really start calming down for another month or so, but sometimes there's an Indian Summer.”

Having never heard of that term while living in the Capitol, he asked, “What’s that, darling?”

“An Indian Summer’s when it's unusually hot in late November, feeling like summer during late autumn.” You explained, causing the peacekeeper to nod.

“I hope District 12 doesn't get that this year.” Coryo grumbled, shuddering at the thought of breakthrough summer weather during late autumn. Ugh, he hates the climate of 12. He prefers the crispness of the Capitol; he's sure that you will too once he gets you there.

And mark his words, he's getting you there. No matter what it takes, Coriolanus is going home to the Capitol with you hanging on his arm.

“You and me both.” You told your new man, electing giggles and chuckles from the two of you. “You know, I still can't believe that I'm your girl.'' You admitted to the platinum peacekeeper when silence settled between you.

“Why not, Y/N? What's so hard to believe?” He asked, pulling you to a stop; tipping your chin up gently so that you'd look at him.

Coryo's crystal blue eyes bore into yours as you admitted, “I dunno, Coryo. I just wasn't expecting you to like me like that’s all.”

“Actually, darling, I don't like you. I love you.” Your peacekeeper confesses with a Cheshire cat grin.

He loves you? But you haven't known him for that long. And, yes, he's sweet and makes you smile- is handsome too, but you're not there yet when it comes to being in love.

“You love me?...” You trailed off in disbelief, your eyes wide as you stare up at him.

Coryo gently cups your cheeks in his hands, while confessing his undying love *cough* obsession *cough* for you. “Y/N, my sweet darling girl, I just knew it was love at first sight when we smiled at each other. That we're meant to be; I’ll show you my love and devotion every chance I get, my little dove.”

You felt a bit overwhelmed by his sudden love confession. You weren't expecting it. You know that Rein and Ashlie aren't going to be so accepting of your relationship with Coryo; that they'll flip if they hear him say that he loves you.

“You don't have to be shy, darling. You can tell me that you love me too.” Coryo sweetly smiled, tenderly swiping his thumbs along your cheekbones.

Coryo looked so hopeful, like a puppy that was excited to see their new owner, and you didn't want to ruin that by telling him you didn't know how to feel. That you weren't in love with him, yet.

Coryo was a nice guy; a good friend that went out of his way to protect you and keep you safe when you first met him. He was concerned about your safety walking alone in the district and he also had no family nearby. He seems easy to get along with.

Maybe you're just nervous because you've never had a boyfriend before?

“I've never told anyone that wasn't family I love you before, Coryo.” You confessed, hoping that would get you off the hook.

Actually, your family rarely exchanges those sentimental words. Life’s harsh in the districts, sentiments aren't viewed as important by your brother: survival is.

“I told you, Y/N, my darling, that you don't have to be shy with me when it comes to such things.” The platinum blonde boy told you, his baby blues shining brightly with obsession- although to you it seemed like adoration. He tilted his head slightly, only to ask in a too sweet tone, “You do love me, don't you, baby?”

You just couldn't say no to him. It'd crush him. Coryo seems so vulnerable right now. You couldn't be the reason that his bright cerulean eyes turned dull. So, you nod and tell him, “Yes, I love you.”

If only you knew how damning uttering those 3 little words would be.

Coryo was a bit unhinged; by telling him that you loved him back you had literally just tethered your soul to him. In this messed up, delusional, touch starved, admiration craving, power hungry, obsessive mind he truly thought that the two of you had some love at first smile bullshit. Coriolanus was desperate for somebody to love him, to be gentle, soothing, comforting, and just unconditionally kind to him, since he's never had that.

To Coryo love is to possess, to obsess, and to own somebody. He over thinks so, of course, he over ‘loves’. But, the thing is, the platinum blonde peacekeeper's so twisted that he doesn't even know what real love is, despite being shown it by his cousin, Tigris. Of course he’s sweet and soft to the object of his affection, it's only natural to be. Plus, if he was mean he wouldn't get the love he craves back, now would he?

Coryo pressed his forehead against yours, feeling like everything was right with the world since you vocalized your love for him. He knew how you felt, but hearing you say it was like heaven on earth. Oh, how he can't wait to ‘make love to you’ err fuck you nicely, to show you the depths of his feelings.

He decided that tonight, after spending some time at the Hobb, he'll have you.

“I'll show you just how much I love you tonight.” Coryo vowed before capturing your lips in a kiss.

Unknown to you and Coryo, Lucy Gray was under the tree in the far off meadow; watching what she assumed was lovers sharing secrets. Seeing Coriolanus twisting you around his finger made her heartsick. She couldn't stick around and wait for the two of you to join her under the meadow’s oak tree.

So, she slung her guitar over her back and took off towards the woods for a quick hike. The songbird was just walking to clear her head; give you and Coryo some time to defile her meadow, her safe space, before having to go to the Hobb and get ready for her show with the Covey tonight.

A show that she hopes you're not bringing Coriolanus Snow to.

“It's beautiful out here.” Coryo told you, leaning against the oak tree while you nestled between his legs with your back resting against his chest. “But not half as beautiful as you.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

The word beautiful to describe you is an understatement in Coriolanus' mindset. To him, you're the most precious thing in his life. Your kindness and friendly demeanor makes you shine like a diamond in his eyes.

He's never met anyone quite like you before. Back in the Capitol girls are very superficial and shallow. They're caked in makeup, sprayed in artificial scents, and squeezed into the latest fashions- may that be corsets, velvetene jumpsuits, silk dresses, or sky-high heels. But not you.

No.

You're genuine, bright, and vibrant in a world full of misery and falsehoods. You're a ray of sunshine in his life. You, in a way, remind him of his mother. From what little Coriolanus can remember of his mother, Demeter, he remembers how gentle and kind she was. How she always smelled of roses, how she was such a caring person; loved him unconditionally.

Yes, you remind him so much of his late mother. No wonder he loves you so much.

Looking up at the man whose arms were wrapped around your waist, you smiled, “And you're a very pretty boy.”

Coryo bent his head down and pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Then, I suppose, we make quite the pair. A beautiful girl and a pretty boy.”

Sighing, you told him the harsh reality of, “Rein and Ashlie aren't going to like us being quite the pair, Coryo.”

Shaking his head, Coryo scoffed, “I don't care what they like or don't like, Y/N. You're my girl, so they need to accept that.”

“What if they never accept you?” You asked, hoping that he wouldn't make you choose between him and your family.

Little did you know that he wouldn't make you choose in that traditional sense. No, he'll make you think that he's supportive; paint your family out as the ones that can't get along with him. And when your family gives you an ultimatum, Coriolanus will be the one telling you that he's the only one that truly loves you; that'll always take care of you.

“Let's just hope that they do, darling.” Coriolanus said, taking one of your hands in his; linking your fingers together. “I love you and I’m not going anywhere.”

“Of course you're not going anywhere, you're stuck here for 20 years.” You reminded Coryo of the conditions of his peacekeeper duties.

Coriolanus prays to gods, he doesn't even believe in, that he won't be stuck in District 12 for the next 20 years. Honestly, to him that'd be a fucking living hell. The only thing he likes about the muddy, depressing, coal district is you and the meadow. Other than that, the district could burn for all he cares.

Your house was empty when you and Coriolanus returned from the meadow. Rein and Ashlie had gone to the Hobb earlier than they needed to. Neither you nor Coryo brought it up, you both know they're avoiding him. No need to talk about it.

“I know it's not much, but this is my room.” You told Coryo, opening up your bedroom door and leading him inside.

Setting his bag down on the floor, he gave you a thin smile. “It's nice, Y/N.” His baby blues took in the simplicity of the room, only to say, “Looks like the bed might be a tight squeeze tho, darling.”

Coriolanus made a mental note to buy you a full size bed when he gets you your own apartment, closer to the barracks. And he's going to get you your own place. In fact, he'll be looking into it come Monday.

Your eyes widened. You didn't think too much of Coriolanus staying at your house for his weekend leave, but now you're realizing that he's expecting you to share a bed with him- being a couple and all. You feel like it's all very sudden; maybe too much too soon.

“I've never shared my bed with a boyfriend before, Coryo.” You admitted as the two of you went over to your bed.

Sitting down, he smugly remarked, “Of course you haven't, baby. I'm the only boyfriend you've ever had.”

The platinum blonde’s proud that you'll only know him as a lover. He honestly can't wait to claim you tonight.

And talk about tonight…

“How long do we have before we need to meet up with Rein and Ashlie at the Hobb?”

“I dunno. Few hours, maybe.” You shrugged.

“Ah.” Coryo simply nodded.

“I made a wild berry pie earlier, we could have a slice to kill some time.” You offered, figuring that Coryo might be hungry.

“I'd like that.” Coriolanus smiled. “How about you go slice us up some pie while I change into my denim fatigues, yea?” He suggested, causing you to just nod in agreement before leaving him alone in your room to change.

So, while you busied yourself with pulling the berry pie off the windowsill and slicing it, Coryo was getting changed. You'd just finished placing your plates and silverware on the wooden table whenever you heard the heavy bootsteps of your boyfriend coming from down the hall. As you grabbed the small bottle of cream, courtesy of your neighbor Tam Amber's goat, you heard Coryo enter the kitchen.

“The last time I had pie was before being sent here; my friend Sejanus' Ma gave me a slice when I was visiting their apartment.” Coryo told you, his baritone full of nostalgia, as he walked up to the table and took a seat.

“What kind of pie was it?” You asked, sitting next to him at the table.

“Blueberry; Ma Plinth put a scoop of ice cream on it too.” He answered, reaching for the bottle of cream set between your pie plates. Pouring some cream onto his pie, he said, “She sends Sej treats; he shares them with me and our squad.” Gesturing to your pie with the glass bottle in his hand, he asked, “Cream?”

Figuring that he was offering to pour some cream onto your pie, you nodded, “Yes, please.”

“Do you bake often?” He asked, pouring some cream on your pie.

“We can't afford baked goods from the Mellark bakery, so I have to bake pies for us.” You honestly told Coryo as the two of you began to eat your berry pie.

It was true, living in the Seam meant that you're so poor that it's a miracle your family has electricity. Hell, your family doesn't have hot water or a bathtub/shower in the bathroom. The bathtub's an old tin tub. You're lucky your shack house has plumbing for a toilet and a kitchen sink.

You live at the end of the line of the Seam; it's considered the poorest place in District 12. And here you are, sitting at your modest kitchen table sharing a pie you baked with a Capitol born and bred peacekeeper. You couldn't help, but start to feel a bit embarrassed at how poor you were compared to the platinum blonde boy sitting next to you.

If only you knew how Coriolanus grew up in a crumbling penthouse without a pot to piss in, eating watery cabbage soup and congealed potatoes for every meal. Then maybe you wouldn't feel so inferior.

Hearing you tell him that you can't afford to buy anything from the bakery breaks Coryo's heart. It also makes him feel for you in a way he's never felt for anyone before- ever in his life. Yes, what he feels for you is empathy.

Which is a feat in and of itself since Coriolanus Snow is not a naturally empathetic man.

“How ‘bout we go to the bakery tomorrow; I'll get you anything you want.” Coryo suggested, his tone saccharine as the corners of his mouth turned up into a slight smile.

The idea of going to the bakery to get something excited you. You've never been able to do that before because you've never had the money to. But now Coryo’s in your life and wants to treat you to something from the Mellark Bakery.

Just the thought of it puts a smile on your face.

“I’d like that.” You told Coryo before taking another bite of pie.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence while eating pie together. It felt nice, just spending time with him. If only you knew that he'd be making sure that he's the only one you ever spend any of your time with, ever again.

It was dusk whenever you and Coryo emerged from your house to go to the Hobb. He kept a protective arm wrapped around you while walking to your destination. You got a few judgemental or dismayed looks from people wandering around- mostly headed to the same place you are.

The Hobb.

“So, is the Hobb a bar or a nightclub?” Coriolanus asked as street lamps started to appear, signaling that the two of you are entering the Merchant Sector of the district.

Coriolanus knew that Lucy Gray and her Covey performed shows at the Hobb, but other than that he didn't know much about the place. He wondered if it was something like Pluribus’ nightclub. Or maybe it's smaller, more plain since it's in 12 after all.

“No.” You shook your head. “It’s an old abandoned coal warehouse that's been turned into a large black market and dance hall. In the very back there's a wooden stage made of crates that my neighbors perform on; there's also a makeshift bar that separates the market part of the Hobb from the dance hall part.”

“Lucy Gray's your neighbor?” Coryo asked, his baritone full of anger and resentment, as you walked along the cobblestone streets of the nicer part of the district. “I hope you're not friends with the little songbird.” He said very condescendingly.

“Of course I'm friendly with her. Why wouldn't I be?” You told him, only for your brows to knit curiously. Looking up at the platinum blonde, whose buzzcut brightly glows like a halo due to the streetlights, you ask, “Have you heard about her?”

“No, I had the unpleasant experience of meeting the manipulative little bird-boned girl myself in the Capitol.” Coryo spat out, as if the words were sour on his tongue. The peacekeeper wouldn't leave it be. No, instead he went on a rant of, “She's no victor, just a manipulative whore living off her charms while I'm forced to serve here. If it wasn't for me getting her out of that arena and back to her Covey, she'd be dead in a den of rainbow snakes.”

Oh no…The lightbulb went off and suddenly, you figured out that Lucy Gray batted her eyes at him and he wooed over her; causing him to cheat to ensure she became the victor. You don't have a tv, so you don't know what happened, other than Lucy Gray saying that she had to sing for her life and use her snake charming skills at the end. But now you're pretty sure that Coryo cheated; somehow got her scent aka pheromones to the snakes to make her a friendly familiar to them.

You didn't like snakes, but you knew enough about them from what you read in your apothecary book. So you know that your boyfriend had to get your neighbor’s scent into their cage or something before the snakes were dumped into the arena. Dens and pits of snakes will attack strange scents; especially when they feel endangered or threatened.

And now you know why Coryo looks at you like a puppy. He literally has no one, but his friend from home, because he was drafted into Peacekeeper service as punishment for cheating: for rigging the games for Lucy Gray's survival.

“You dropped something of hers into the snakes’ cage, to get them familiar with her pheromones.” You stated, not asked, in a whisper as you spotted the arch up ahead that marked the end of the Merchant Sector and the entrance to the warehouse and coal headquarters.

Coriolanus looked down at you, a proud, but slick smirk on his face. Your background in apothecary aided you in your aha moment about how he cheated. Of course you're smart, you're his girl. His other half. Only his girl would be intelligent enough to put the puzzle pieces together about what he did without having to see the physical evidence.

You're smarter than those fake twists back in the Capitol. Kinder and more beautiful too.

Oh, how he's blessed to have you by his side. He wonders if this is how his father felt when he met his mother? His father was gone a lot, ironically General Crassus Snow was the Commander here in 12 and refused to have his wife and son live in such squalor; would take leave to make family visits, so he doesn't remember much about him. But he does remember how his father's cold icy eyes would lighten up slightly when his mother was by his side; how his deep, stern voice would soften by a slight octave while talking to her.

Yes, the way Coryo feels about you has to be the same way his father felt about his mother. It just has to be; nobody can tell him otherwise.

Coriolanus knew that he couldn't tell you the exact truth of what happened to land him here in 12 as a Peacekeeper, but he also knew that the best lies were actually twisted half truths.

So, he spun you the half-assed truth of, “As my Academy graduation project I was assigned to be her mentor in the games. During one of our strategy meetings, she cried and I wiped her tears with my handkerchief; then when I learned the snakes would be unleashed in the arena, I placed the handkerchief in the terrarium.”

“You got caught when the cleanup crew found the hankie on the floor because it had your name or initials on it, right?” You concluded as the two of you walked under the arch; entering the area the Hobb was in.

“Yes.” Coriolanus nodded. It's just his dumb luck that he has the same initials as his late father; that he had to use his father's old handkerchiefs because, despite being talented with a needle, Tigris couldn't afford to make him shirts and handkerchiefs- the material has to be used sparingly and wisely.

“Then Dean High-as-a-kite-bottom sent me here as punishment.” Your boyfriend hatefully hissed, sounding like a snake about to strike its enemy.

You wanted to ask why he called his dean what he did, but you never got the chance.

Turning to you with disapproval blazing in his baby blues, he ordered, “I don't want you hanging around Lucy Gray or the Covey anymore. She's no good, Y/N.”

“But, Coryo-” You started to object, only to be roughly cut off by Coryo's bitter snap of, “A girl like her, a lying, manipulative whore that sings on live Capitol TV about living off her charms; whoring herself out, while her ex runs off with the Mayor's daughter, isn't somebody I want my girl to be around.”

Dragging you towards the warehouse people were flocking to, Coriolanus seethed in a sickeningly sweet baritone, “If I say you can't talk to somebody then you better listen cause I love you; just wanna keep you safe.”

Not wanting to ruin the night, which was meant to be a good time dancing with Coryo at the Hobb, you nod and squeak out, “Okay.”

Coriolanus feels that the Hobb's a crowded, dirty, dingy, smoke infested, shithole of a dive bar. Hell, calling it a bar's a bit much since the place’s a warehouse turned into a bar with dancing and live music- courtesy of Lucy Gray and the Covey. Being in a tin building meant that the clanking of boots on the wooden dance floor loudly echoed into the air, bouncing around in the platinum blonde peacekeeper's head like a pinball.

He didn't like it one bit. He'd rather be back home in the Capitol at a proper nightclub. Oh, he makes a mental note to take you to a posh nightclub when he takes you back to the Capitol with him- when the time comes. And hopefully it comes soon because he doesn't know how much longer he can handle living out in the districts like some filthy scumbag peasant.

The excited smile on your face makes him crack a smile. Despite the Hobb being a shithole, being out with him made you happy. You're proud to be seen with him, so he decides to stop getting lost in his head and just enjoy the night with you.

A night that's going to be full of drinking, dancing, and fucking.

The fucking will be after he takes you home, but he's sure that you'll enjoy that too.

As he guides you down some rickety steps that are so rusted he's afraid they'll buckle under his weight let alone yours, in order to get to the main dance floor of the Hobb, Lucy Gray spots you. She nearly fumbles her song at the sight of Coriolanus’ large hand in yours, your fingers laced together, as he leads you downstairs to the dance floor. The look in his eyes unnerves her. His crystal blue eyes seem dark, sinister almost, with an unchecked emotion.

One that Lucy Gray's only seen gleaming in not so nice men.

She continues to sing, watching as Coriolanus spots somebody seated at the tables against the wall. Her worried brown eyes follow you as Coriolanus leads you over to where a big-boned young man with a dark buzzcut and a baby face was sitting. His fellow peacekeeper rose from the table, only to clasped Coriolanus on the shoulder before giving you a friendly hug. The small he gave you and Coriolanus was warm and genuine.

Lucy Gray just hopes that Coriolanus' friend can keep you safe from the cold blooded snake. Because any young man that can lead on a girl, who's afraid to die, and convince her that he cares so she'll stay alive to win him a prize is a man that'll do and say anything to get what he wants.

You're her neighbor and friend; she'd hate for something to happen to you because of Coriolanus.

“Thank you, thank you, everyone!” Maude Ivory called out to the crowd as soon as her cousin finished her song. “This next song, well, you all know it; it's a good’un to do some two-steppin’ dancing, to.” The blonde tween cheerfully announced, stomping her feet. “So, 12, let's have a good ol' time tonight! Let's have it for Lucy Gray Baird and the Covey!” Maude Ivory shouted, causing the rest of the members of the Covey to appear on stage with their instruments in hand.

“Sej, can you get us some drinks? I'm gonna dance with my girl.” Coryo told his friend, who reminded you of a big teddy bear, before dragging you off to the dance floor.

Sejanus didn't even get a chance to blink let alone give his best friend an answer. But, seeing him spinning you around on that dance floor with a look of love in his usually hard eyes and a bona fide smile on his face made it hard for Sejanus to be annoyed with his friend. Without giving it a second thought, he left the table to go grab some jars of moonshine for you and Coryo.

Leaning against the bar was your brother, Rein. He was nursing his umpteenth jar of shine for the day while Ashlie, his girlfriend, worked the bar. He spotted you on the dance floor with Coryo, smiling and giggling as he spun you around with his fancy Capitol moves. Showing off like some big fucking hot shot.

Rein just shook his head and tipped back his jar. He wasn't drunk enough to watch you fall victim to some peacekeeper's affections and advances.

But you know what they say:

Like mother, like daughter.

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stolas goetia with gender neutral!sinner!reader scenario

warnings: spoilers for s2, angst, slight Stoliz, one-sided love, and possibly OOC for some of the characters.

The Goetian prince met you through Bltizy’s little assassination agency. You were an employee, specializing in reconnaissance within the human world and possessing knowledge of the mortal plane, amongst other jobs that required a more….delicate touch. Is that why you were good with knives and acrobatics? Probably. Either way, you were pleasant enough for a sinner and an easy conversationalist, much more so than his dear little imp. 

In all honesty, he did not pay much attention to you until after…the incident with Striker. It had been a close call, and he had almost died if Blitzø nor you hadn’t come to his rescue. He did check his phone for messages, and only got one text from the imp. After that…nothing. He never heard from him for the rest of the day. At least he thought he thought it was for the rest of the day. The drugs that were pumped into his body made Solas drowsy. When he woke up, there was someone in the chair.

But it wasn’t Blitzø. It was you. And still dressed in those dirty, bloodstained clothes you had worn the last time he saw you before he blacked out. As soon he moved in the bed, trying to readjust himself, you immediately bolted up from your seat, bleary-eyed yet you still had the energy to help him get comfortable before setting back down.

“Welcome back.” You said in a monotone voice, releasing a low groan. He winced slightly at hearing the bones in your neck being popped back into place as you moved your head from left to right.

“How do you feel? You need me to get the nurse? Bitch hasn’t been around since the shift change…’bout three hours ago? Christ on a stick it’s hard to keep track of time. Oh yeah, before I forget,” You stood from the chair again, rummaging in your pockets before pulling out a slip of paper, holding it out to him. “Your daughter called my cell. Dunno how she got it, maybe Loona gave it to her,  but she sounded pretty damned scared. Can’t blame the poor girl.” You narrowed your eyes, mouth curling into a contemplative frown. “It’s weird that she didn’t call you first. Maybe….she was worried your…spouse would change her mind and have Striker finish the job.”

He stared at you, wide-eyed and very confused at your attentiveness. “Why?” He whispered.

“Hm?”

“Why….are you here?” He asked. “Blitzy couldn’t make time to see me, so he sent you instead.” He felt tears building up in the back of the eyes, much to his embarrassment and frustration. “Why is it that he can send an employee yet he can never face me without making up an excuse that he’s working or it’s too soon to fulfill our arrangement!?” He snapped, feathery chest heaving up and down before he quickly wiped away his face with the back of his hand. 

You said nothing. Instead…you took a few steps toward him and sat on the edge of his bed. “No one sent me to check on you, Your Highness. I am here….because I was worried about you. No strings attached, no last minute requests from the boss. And I am honestly glad you are all right. You’re a Goetia, you’re stronger than tens of thousands of sinners like myself combined. But today was a close call. You could have died….and I should’ve been there sooner. No…Blitzø should have been on top of everything. I know he’s a father too, but Christ I don’t know what goes through that guy’s head sometimes.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “He’s a hot mess. He’s toxic.  He’s got issues….and he’s trying. That means a lot more than you think. But…if you feel like this…arrangement is going nowhere…cut yourself loose before you get too deep that you can’t pull out.” 

Stolas narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean?” He asked. You didn’t answer him immediately; instead, you stood up from the bed and fluffed up his pillows, placed the piece of paper in his open palm  and strode over to the chair to collected the jacket you used as a blanket, heading towards the door but stopping with your hand hovering over the knob. You looked back at him. 

“I’ve said my piece, Your Highness. Visiting hours will be over soon, but I’ll make sure the nurse stops by here before the lights go out. I wish I could help you more, believe me…it’s just….you’ve got to sort out how you feel about my boss on your own. And seriously, give your daughter a call before she starts blowing up my phone in a panic-induced frenzy.”

You then left, closing the door softly behind you, leaving Stolas to ponder on your words and…his current situation. Sighing, he leaned forward, grabbing his Hellphone off the side table and dialing the number. 

What he did not realize at the time is that you did care about him, more than an assassin should care about their employer. All you wanted is Stolas to be happy, even if he might never find happiness with you.

Why else would you be leaning against the door outside of his room for almost ten minutes trying to calm your racing heart before going to find someone to check in on him?

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[ky-uwu]

defense {kyle broflowski x reader} {oneshot}

synopsis.

amidst the skankhunt42 events, you inadvertently get your crush kyle and close friend heidi together in an effort to separate her and cartman.

things get a little messy.

cw. harsh language, offensive insults

also cw: this kinda sucks LOL

everyone here is aged up to highschool, 15-16. i was gonna keep them in fourth but when i reread it it felt off idk. constructive criticism is welcome i will cry if ur mean to me tho

it was no secret that heidi's relationship with cartman was a toxic one.

you felt bad for her; you really did. you knew that her relationship with cartman was produced by her feelings of loneliness. you wanted to help her, but didn't really know how; the girls just ripped on her for dating the biggest dickhead in school, and offered no comfort.

you really knew it wasn't your place, but nothing you said to heidi got through to her. you figured the last thing you could do was talk to cartman's friends about the situation. of the group, you and kyle were the closest, and knew the rest in passing. you had developed a small crush on kyle as you spent time together studying before things got crazy. unfortunately you hadn't spoken to him recently. in spite of everything, you hoped at the very least kyle would hear you out.

at lunch, you decided to walk to their table, a pit of nerves in your stomach. as you got closer, you could hear cartman shit talking heidi.

stan had been the first to see you coming over, as he nudged kyle and nodded his head in your direction. he looked up, confused. you could feel yourself turn red.

"um, hey... guys," you waved, internally cringing at yourself. everyone at the table now had their eyes trained on you. you had never felt so out of place before.

cartman stopped complaining mid sentence and visibly eyed you up and down. "fuck no, leave." your frown deepened.

"um, yeah (y/n), no offense but why are you over here?" stan asked.

you had started to answer, when you heard another voice call out cartman's name. you glanced over to see heidi walking over with a smile.

"hi cartman! and, (y/n)? what are you doing over here?"

"oh, um, you know. the girls were being a little annoying so..." you bit the inside of your lip anxiously. it wasn't necessarily abnormal for you to sit with the guys sometimes when the girls were being a little too much - but with the tension between the boys and the girls recently you hadn't in a while. which, in a word, sucked, since that meant less time with kyle.

heidi gave a shrug and smiled at cartman, who looked like he wanted nothing more than for her to leave. your brow furrowed as she invited him to sit together for lunch and he begrudgingly followed along. you took his empty seat and started explaining,

"look, i'm worried about heidi. cartman is a fucking ass, and she's hurting. the girls just make fun of her and it's not helping. can you guys like, i dunno, do something? make them split?"

"i've been trying!" kyle interjects, and you look over to him with a puzzled look. "i've been saying we need to do something, but they won't listen!" he gestures to the guys around him angrily.

stan shakes his head. "it's not our business dude. she'll leave when she realizes how horrible he is." butters nodded in agreement. "yeah fellas, we really have no right to get involved."

"you're fucking joking, right? how can you just let him treat her like that?" you knew coming over here wasn't the best idea - this was just making you frustrated. "you know, forget it!" you slammed your hands on the table and pushed yourself up. you glanced up at kyle who gave you a concerned look, and left the cafeteria with a huff.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

you made your way back to your locker to hang out there for the rest of lunch. you were just gonna have to deal with this yourself, you thought bitterly. you heard the door from the cafeteria open and was surprised to see kyle coming over to you.

he started talking before you could say anything. "i want to help you break them up." you turned towards him. "really?"

he nodded, and explained how he had been trying for a while to get the guys to understand that cartman was being pretty cruel to heidi.

"okay, then. i think you should talk to her. whenever i try, it doesn't get to her. i think she needs someone else's perspective." you said, and looked to kyle to see what he thought.

"i can talk to her after school today, then." you smiled at him.

"i appreciate you helping me, i'm so worried about heidi..." you frowned slightly and looked off dejectedly.

you hoped this worked.

you startled when a sudden warmth grabbed your hand, and looked over with wide eyes to kyle smiling sweetly at you.

"i'm glad to help you, (y/n). and heidi. it's been a while since we've talked anyways."

you felt your face flush and lip slightly quiver at his words. "y-yeah," you stammered. "i want things to go back to normal." he let go of your hand and nodded. "yeah, me too. though, can't say i'm not glad the fatass is gonna get his heartbroken, though..."

you let out a laugh at his insult. "well, i'm gonna go back to the guys. i'll talk to you later!" he waved goodbye as you watched him disappear behind the double doors.

maybe when this was all over, you'd invite him over to study again.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

the next day, while you were at your locker before class, heidi ran up to you.

she looked happier than ever.

"(y/n)!(y/n)!" she called out. she stopped running when she got to you, a little out of breath. "i did it! we broke up!" you offered her a smile, knowing your efforts with kyle worked.

"i'm glad. he sucked,"

but why the change of heart?" you watched as she pulled out a pretty envelope from her bag. "kyle actually talked me into it. he said such nice things to me..." she trailed off, and her face flushed. "i think i actually really like kyle - i made this to give to him," she held up what she made.

your smile fell as she continued. "i'm gonna give him this later. i kinda think we're dating now - is that shallow? am i a bad person?"

you fiddled with your backpack straps, not really knowing what to say. "um, of course not heidi. you deserve to be happy. cartman can suck it." she giggled excitedly. "you could say that again. do you wanna see what i wrote to kyle?"

"um, i'd love to, but i just remembered i told ms. nelson i'd meet her before class. so, i should go." you turned and left before she could say anything else. you hoped she didn't notice you were definitely going in the opposite direction of ms.nelson's room.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

kyle had waved at you in class, but you turned away. you knew you had really no reason to be upset with him, but it definitely did suck.

you hoped you could get over it soon.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

the next morning, you could hear yelling as you entered school, and saw a crowd in the middle of the hall.

"what's going on?" you asked a kid who was passing by, probably to go watch. "there's a fight! kyle and cartman, over heidi!" you felt your brow twitch.

fuck that, you thought, and turned away.

but what if kyle got hurt? cartman could so much as trip and if he landed on kyle just right he'd break a leg or something.

but kyle was more than capable of beating cartman's ass...

you shook your head and just went to class.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

by the time lunch came around, everyone was talking about what happened earlier.

especially the girls.

"heidi, i'd give anything to have 2 guys fight over me like that." bebe laughed with the other girls as heidi looked away bashfully.

comments like "isn't it so romantic" were being thrown around and you could tell heidi was eating it up.

"good god guys, can we talk about something else?" you asked bitterly, looking up from the table.

"what the fuck is your problem, (y/n)?" bebe snapped, and all their heads turned to you. you sighed, "i'm just tired of hearing about it. not even a week ago you were making fun of her, and now you're gushing. give me a fucking break, guys."

"christ, you're just jealous you're not the one kyle's pining after. no one's forcing you to sit with us, you can leave you know." bebe quipped back harshly. you opened your mouth to snap back, but decided against it. you stood up and stormed out.

on your way to the lockers, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket.

from: bebe

we don't think you should come to heidi's dinner tonight

you clicked your tongue in annoyance and put it back. go figure.

well, this fucking blows, you thought. you felt tears welling up in your eyes as you put your back against the lockers and slowly slumped the floor.

how did it end up like this? you had just wanted to see heidi happy again - just not happy with the boy you had a sappy crush on. you stared at the set of lockers ahead of you, thinking about how if you just never went to that damned table, you wouldn't be crying in the hallway like a baby. that maybe -

"(y/n)?" you barely heard someone say your name as you looked up to see a bright orange jacket worn by arguably the last person you wanted to see.

"kyle?" you quickly brought your sleeves up and wiped your eyes.

"you looked pretty upset, what happened?" he kneeled down next to you, and you scooted away slightly.

"um, it doesn't matter," you picked at your nails. "uh, bebe made fun of me about a test i failed. you know how mean bebe can be..."

kyle definitely didn't look convinced. you asked about this morning before he had a chance to pry further.

he snorted and laughed bitterly. "cartman's so fucking stupid. he came over and slammed me into the lockers, saying how i took everything from him. i hit him once and it was done." he looked kinda proud of himself. confidence wasn't something that exactly oozed off kyle, which you never understood. in your eyes, he deserved all the confidence in the world.

"wouldn't expect any different."

a weird silence washed over you as you rested your back against the lockers again.

"um, congrats on you and heidi. i'm glad you're making her happy again." you glanced at him from the corner of your eye and saw him smile softly.

"yeah, she's great." you looked back at the lockers. you didn't wanna keep talking to him like this.

"the girls are going out later to celebrate."

"yeah, heidi told me. we're going out after too."

you hummed in response.

"hm. well, i should go back. don't let whatever bebe said get to you." you nodded as he patted your shoulder and got up to return to the cafeteria.

yeah, this definitely fucking blows.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

when your alarm rang the next morning, you had no desire to get up and go to school. pressing snooze for the third time, you flopped onto your back and started at the ceiling.

you had your eyes closed for about 20 seconds before your mom came into your room, and forced you out of bed.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

as you walked into school, you could tell something was up.

well, something was always up in south park. but the air felt thicker. as you approached your locker, you saw heidi leaning against it, looking at her nails.

here we go

"um, hey heidi." you greeted shakily. she looked up with a cold gaze.

"i wanted to talk about what bebe said yesterday. is that ok?"

you shrugged in response, a little confused. what was going on?

"did she mean it? are you jealous of me?" she stepped closer to you, and you stepped back.

"no, of course not, heidi. i don't really know what that was all about. or what the fuck you're on about right now either," you stepped back again.

"oh, okay," she sang, voice getting louder. "so you don't have feelings for kyle? she was lying about that?" her lips quirked up as your face fell. a couple people started to crowd around you as they started murmuring to one another.

you stared at her in bewilderment. "what the fuck is your deal?"

"god, eric was right about the both of you. is that why you like him? because you're both sneaky manipulative pussies?""

you felt anger boil in your chest as you realized cartman was involved.

"of fucking course you're back with him. heidi, just move the fuck out of my way. we're not doing this." you glared at the girl in front of you. she started laughing as she walked forward again.

"eric's not the issue. it's you. you were too busy trying to manipulate me into breaking things off, you couldn't see how no one fucking likes you!"

you gripped your backpack straps tight and you could feel a burning sensation in your eyes. you turned to go but she grabbed your shoulder. "look at yourself. can you really blame kyle for choosing me over you?"

before you even knew what you were doing, you felt your fist connect with heidi's face.

and then you suddenly found yourself on top of her, punching her even more with tears streaming down your face.

if there wasn't a crowd before, there certainly was now.

you suddenly felt someone grab you from under your arms and drag you up. you were heaving at this point, face covered in tears.

"you need to calm down," a familar voice came from right behind you.

a voice you recognized all too well.

"kyle..." you whispered. you felt more tears well up in your eyes as you stopped squirming and he let go of you.

this was all too much. you didn't even want to look at what you did to heidi, and you didn't know if you could handle kyle's disappointed gaze that you felt you deserved.

"heidi, i-i'm sorry-" you stepped forward, but cartman had pushed his way through to her side. "oh my god, what the fuck did you do to her you fucking skank?!" he started walking towards you, and you were certain he was gonna have you on the floor in another second.

before that could happen, you were shoved back as kyle put himself in between the two of you.

"cartman, i swear to god if you take another step i'll beat the shit out of you again!" kyle spat. you couldn't see what eric was doing from where you were, but you assume he backed off. you saw eric and heidi weave through the crowd of people. they eventually dispersed.

kyle had turned around, but you stared at the floor. at this point, the adrenaline was wearing off and your knuckles started to ache.

you don't know how long you both stood there, but it felt like eternity.

kyle was the first to break the silence. "i can take you to the nurse," he quietly offered. you bit your lip. of everyone, you definitely did not deserve his kindness.

"i'll go myself." you mumbled, and turned to walk away. you heard footsteps behind you, and soon kyle was trailing by your side.

you didn't say a word to each other.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

kyle waited outside the office as the nurse gave you an ice pack.

she hadn't really spoken to you, but you didn't miss the judgmental looks she passed your way.

"go straight to the principal." was all she said, then she dismissed you.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

kyle wordlessly followed you to the office, and sat beside you as you held the ice on your hands. you could hear heidi and cartman from the other side of the door. you kept your gaze down.

"why are you here, kyle?" you muttered, voice soft and trembling.

"i wanted to make sure you're okay."

"why?" you looked over to him and felt the burning in your eyes for the nth time that day. kyle averted his gaze and he was playing with the tips of his gloves. "i feel like this is my fault."

you blinked at him a couple times, not really understanding. his fault? was it not you who just beat the shit out of a girl?

"i'd argue this is definitely not your fault," you sighed. "listen, i don't know how much of what she said you heard. but i don't want to talk about it. i still don't understand how you're not angry with me."

there was a pause before he spoke. "heidi broke it off last night, before our date. she didn't outright say it, but she basically said i manipulated her. that, 'it's in my heritage' to be conniving."

you wanted to say that you're sorry, that he didn't deserve that. but you couldn't find the words.

"then, she mentioned you. how you were the one who... manipulated me? to be manipulative? however the fuck that works." he gave a short dry laugh. "the whole thing confused me. until i saw her walk away with cartman, then i understood what was happening."

"i'm still confused," you said. "how is this your fault?"

kyle turned to face you fully, and you turned your head to look at him. "listen. don't... don't listen to what heidi said. i... was selfish. i did really think cartman was treating her terribly - i wanted them to split for heidi's sake. but a part of me wanted to piss cartman off. and i realized getting with heidi was one of the best ways to do that."

you stared at the boy in front of you, at a loss for words. you know you should feel disgusted; technically he used heidi as a weird revenge pawn. really, heidi breaking things off was a weird way of karma doing its thing.

but it didn't feel like that.

you really didn't know how to feel about any of this.

"it's... still not your fault. cartman's a fucking dick. and i'm the one who lost my temper." you looked up and met his eyes.

"yeah, because of me." he said grimly. you sighed and looked down again. why was he being so stubborn about this?

"i know you said you don't want to talk about it, but please (y/n), be honest with me. you were jealous?" he sounded almost pained to ask the question.

you nodded slightly. "i know it's pathetic," you mumbled. you jumped when he grabbed your hand, careful to avoid the ice packs.

"no, it's me who's pathetic. god," he let out a heavy sigh. "i, um, have feelings for you."

your head snapped over to him immediately. "kyle," you said sternly. "please don't do this out of pity." a look of hurt showed on his face.

"no, no, you're not understanding." you could tell he was getting frustrated as his free hand power gripped his knee. "when we stopped hanging out, and you stopped coming by during lunch, i thought i did something wrong. but i didn't want to pester you, and i kind of just, gave up. i was so glad when you came by again, though the circumstances sucked." he took his hand off of yours and sighed. "i know i fucked up here. i'm sorry doesn't even cut it."

you tapped your fingers on the armrest as you thought about what to say. "i don't have it in me to, not forgive you. a apart of me thinks you're a selfish asshole," you glanced at him and saw his face fall. "but, i clearly fucked up here too. we all fucked up. you're not a bad person, kyle."

you put your hand on his weakly. "i think we both need time to figure things out. but, i want to figure things out together." you smiled at him.

"yeah," he said, gripping your hand. "we'll figure things out together."

#kyle broflovski x reader #south park #this suuuucks

[bewitched-bullet]

You won't reply to me but I have to say something as well. They deleted their posts because followers (I'm one of them) explicitly asked them to delete them. You can check his blog to see.

I honestly feel you are creating so much hatred out of nothing. I am even afraid to show you my identity, knowing you will come after me if I do. Only because I have a different perspective on it all.

Didn't this whole discussion start with the supposed toxicity of the Sherlock mod? Who was trying to prevent an RPer from leaving? That's precisely what he did to John, according to John's posts on his blog (you have to read between the lines), perhaps to Mycroft even (dunno for sure). But who knows for sure they did? Isn't it logically that you beg someone not to leave because you want to continue what you're doing?

I saw the last post on the John blog and was quite moved. He always sounds like a very reasonable guy, unlike Sherlock, unlike you guys on here. Sorry.

So, we ask you to stop this crusade. I will also ask my friends to send you a message just in case. Stop it. You are hurting people who don't deserve it.

*le sigh*

I'm afraid you haven't been actually paying attention if you think I can see his blog. After our conversation in a comment section, the John mod blocked me. Which I posted about.

If you have read all my posts, etc you would see that I've answered every single ask except two. Even the spicy ones sent by Harriet mod as themselves and as anon and the 3 by the Mycroft/John mod as anonymous. Even, when John sent basically the same message 3 times (my inbox, ask, and tagging me (as John) ((which can be considered harassment)), I never "came after" them. Not like they have for most of the other mods, including ones OUTSIDE of their rp group.

Isn't. That. Interesting.

So, no, I'm not going to "come after" you for being polite and expressing yourself.

Now on to the good stuff.

So the John mod will flip-flop on what they strongly believe, on a whim, for a stranger.

Take note on that.

Looks like you are referencing the post Dump made? Allow me to remind you (which isn't my responsibility btw) what you are talking about if you are. Dump said that (paraphrasing):

"...consult-sherlock begged me to stay. They all contributed to my decision to block JOHN, SHERLOCK, AND MORIARTY."

If you want the exact verbiage, go look for it. It's in the tag "a scandal in tumblr".

We don't know the nature of the begging. And we can't ask the source because they specifically said to LEAVE THEM ALONE. Begging, is not inherently wrong? Not sure what you're insinuating here. Maybe you are assuming how they were begging was wrong? If you have any insider information on this I would very much be interested.

If you call avoidance, deflection, refusing to break character on a concerning issue (referring to when this was just about the fishy miscommunication) as "Reading between the lines", that's a personal problem for you. All that I mentioned in this paragraph are all red flags. Very red. On fire, red. And no one can help you see these till you're ready. That's why so many people stay with OBVIOUSLY (and sometimes not so publicly obvious) awful partners that mistreat them, why we excuse our (our as in as whole, not saying you and me specifically) abusive parents behavior, or side with an abusive government(s) that sanctions genocide.

As for being reasonable...I am reasonable. Till I'm not. I will never be reasonable to bullying/abuse. Especially when it involves little kids and old people. I will go fucking feral. And with this situation, after the pretzels John clearly twisted himself into, the PUBLIC harassment of Greg, yeah, for sure, I'm more in my feels in this. That being said, I haven't lost all rational thought. Cuz these are grown adults that are involved and feral me isn't needed.

I can easily adjust my stance on a situation don't have all information on. Because I'm intelligent like that.

Remember the Amber Heard case?

Thankfully, I could wait till a public court case to see all the evidence presented in an organized manner to make my judgements.

(cuz it's fucking hilarious)

However, so many people were upset at being "wrong". Ooooor they doubled down in their previous beliefs DESPITE the clear evidence. Its ok to change your views as new information and actual facts come out.

This is called critical thinking. (Side note: they were both abusive to each other but it's clear who "started" it. Reactive abuse it still abuse though, y'all. And if you see this in yourself, recognize it, get help, and you can improve. I believe that all people can become better versions of themselves...but that's because I can't squash the optimism that lives deep down inside me)

I'll keep this simple: there's no crusade. Just presentation of evidence, my knowledge, conclusions, and feels.

I'm rather allergic to holy wars that justify murder and genocide.

Oh? You're going to ask your friends to message me to stop? You mean you're gonna recruit people to try and bully me into submission? Gonna harass me if I don't do what you want? Gonna jumpstart your own foray into abuse?

Be careful, it's a slippery slope. And once you start sliding down it, it's incredibly hard to claw your way back up.

Side note: I'm not going to be anyone's brain, legs, fingers. All of you can think for yourselves, can find the info yourselves, and type things in yourselves. The information is there. Stop being lazy if you actually want to know

#a scandal in tumblr #answering anons #anon ask #anonymous #don't be lazy #do the work #im not gonna think for you #mental abuse #abuse #emotional abuse #bullying is abuse #bullying is wrong #gawd #i can't wait to disappear into the depths of the abyss again #i need a drink #its 5 o'clock somewhere

[dotster001]

I saw your event (two days before it ended, man am I lucky) and wanted to ask for a Twisted Wonderland matchup

To put ut plainly. Im an asshole

Low empathy and lack of need to give a shit about anything. I'm very cynical and view the world as this place where nothing good comes without a cost.

When something good happens I'm quick to find a fault with it and I'm a lazy person. I have goals but I couldn't give enough of a damn to try and accomplish them.

When I'm angry and will go for insecurities, I'll make it hurt which I admit is a very toxic trait that I'm working on fixing, it's slowly getting there but still quite which is why I added it.

And that's all i can think of right now...OH WAIT im a dark humor type of person, sexual humor as well, i tend to see innuendos in a lit offf things, and that's abt all I can think of...

Thank you and congrats on the milestone ♥️

Event Closed

(glad you were able to hit the event, cause I had fun with this one 😂 honorable mentions to Jamil and Ruggie, but...)

I match you with Floyd Leech.

Low empathy and lack of need to give a shit? Welcome to the Leech family, you'll fit right in. I thought about you with Jade, but realized you were too alike. Meanwhile, Floyd is used to his cynical brother, but brings some fun to life. If you're settled in a cynical point about something, Floyd can take that viewpoint, and smash it to smithereens as he does a chaotic break dance. Or he'll back you up on your viewpoint, with the most stoic expression on his face. Pick your poison.

Too tired to accomplish your goals? Fine with Floyd, he just wants to cuddle anyways. But if you want him to push you, he will. He goes with the flow. You don't even need to tell him what you want, cause when it comes to those he cares about he is incredibly insightful. (On a side note, if he is feeling lazy today, don't you fucking dare push him. I can't say for sure what he'll do, but it'll probably involve you being stuck somewhere with him for hours until someone can come save you.)

Go for his insecurities. It makes him laugh. Not in a, he looks down on you way, but in an, aw, look how well shrimpy knows me way. He won't do it back unless you want him to. But he sees it as a love language. Look at you! You see me! Not as half of a pair, but as me! (What a weird little freak)

Look, I'm super  ace so idk how to sexual joke, but I know for sure Floyd does. He might give you a run for your money. If you want to get him to laugh really loud, drop a good out of nowhere, and he'll be dying. Yes, he has gotten kicked out of class for laughing too loudly at a sexual joke you made. But he'll do it back to you, regardless of the consequences, so be on your guard. 

Again, he has perfected the art of the dark joke. Some people can't tell if he's kidding, or if he's really killed people. But if you can keep up with him, he's enamored. Head over heels. Bewitched. Hopefully, you don't have a "that's too far" joke, cause he has millions to drop on you. 

The time had come. The part of the relationship everyone fears had arrived. Meeting the parents.

Floyd, as usual, was no help in preparing you for the encounter.

"What are they like?"

"Sometimes they're boring, sometimes they're not."

"I've never even met land Mafia, how do you act around mafia from the ocean?"

"I dunno."

"What if they don't like me?"

"They don't like a lot of people."

Useless. All of the "information" he gave you was useless. But now that you were seconds away from the arranged get together, he seemed more readily available to help.

"How should I act around them?"

"Honestly, Shrimpy, just be yourself," Floyd said with a soft smile.

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard," you scowled.

"Nah, for real. I'm gonna be running their empire one day, and they wanna make sure the person by my side is a bad ass and tough as stone. They're probably gonna be mean to you on purpose, at first, to see if you can handle it. But I know you can, cause my shrimpy bites, and bites hard."

"Only when you beg," you smirked, causing Floyd to giggle.

"See? Nothing to worry about. Plus, if everything goes wrong," he took both your hands in his, and gave a lovesick smile, "we can always just kill them."

"Aw, I love you so much baby."

"Love you too, shrimpy."

#matchups #1.5k followers #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader

[broflovski-brah]

Kyle's kids headcanons,please!

Ofc! (tw for divorce/parent death mention)

(It was never really said who the mother was so)

Kyle’s kids live in an interfaith household. Their mom was Christian and of course, Kyle is Jewish

The kids were allowed to pick which religion they wanted to follow, his son chose Judaism and his daughter is still undecided.

His son’s name is Elijah Stanley Broflovski

His daughter’s name is Skylar Sheila Broflovski

Elijah is 15 and Skylar is 10

The two are really close to each other, much like Ike and Kyle were

I honestly can’t see Kyle divorcing his wife, I feel like he’s the kind of person to try to fight for a relationship whether it’s toxic or not. He just doesn’t want it to fall apart. But I guess if it began taking a mental toll on him he’d go through? Or if his spouse was truly unhappy he’d do what he thought was best.

Either that or I was considering the mom possibly dying when (at least Elijah) was very young? But I dunno

Either way Kyle is a single parent

So he was kind of left alone with a five year old and a three month old but he loves his kids so, so much

(Anyway I’ll separate the hcs now)

Skylar

She goes by Skye

She was named after her mom’s mother

Shes really, really bubbly (think Kinkajou from Wings of Fire or Mabel from Gravity Falls)

Shes very bouncy and energetic

Kyle cannot keep up with her

Shes probably one of the more popular kids in her class because of her high energy and kind personality

But boy oh boy is she stubborn

Her stubbornness tends to get her in trouble, especially at school

She also doesn’t really have a filter

So she tends to say something kind of out of pocket thinking it’s completely okay to say

She loves her older brother more than anyone

If he were to get a girlfriend or something she would be extremely jealous tbh-

She loves plushies

She has a gigantic collection of them and if her brother or dad are upset she gives them one that reminds her of them

(Her dad’s is a grizzly bear plush and her brother’s is a raccoon)

Shes an outdoors kind of girl

She does gymnastics

She’s a complete daddy’s girl

And a bit of a kissass when she wants something

Her birthday is June 26th

But she’s a sweet kid

Elijah

(I’ve thought so much about him-)

His birthday is October 13th

He’s a lot more subdued than his sister

But he is by no means, shy or anything

He’ll talk to you if you talk to him or if you catch his interest

He’s the school’s star soccer player

Hes been playing since he was 5

He’s very, very tall

Hes taller than his dad by the time he’s a sophomore (he grows to be around 6’7’’)

Hes very lanky as well. As a result he’s pretty clumsy and awkward

Hes really artsy. In the means that he’s good at drawing.

He can be really sarcastic and witty sometimes which tends to get him into conflicts-

But for the most part he knows his audience

He got his name from his mother’s grandfather

He hates nicknames. Absolutely despises them.

He has a very large appetite-like it’s a little bit concerning-

He was chubby as a kid but grew out of it

He has no problem with being affectionate with his sister and showing he cares about her

Hes pretty cool tempered, but say one word about his family and he will absolutely fuck you up

Hes more verbal than physical but will get physical if needed

Anyway I love these two but this is all I had time for :/ If anyone has anything in specific they wanna hear about lmk!

#south park #skipper speaks #skippers south park headcanons #kyle broflovski #kyle’s kids #skylar broflovski #elijah broflovski #(tagging these two fools now)

[whumpering-heights]

Flashback: Hero and Vigilante in High School

MASTERLIST

taglist: @pumpkin-spice-whump @octopus-reactivated @fanastyfinder @whumpy-arts-and-crafts @arsonfrogger @burtlederp @harri-00 @akito-fuckn-fear @potatoo-angst @sunflower1000 @whumpycries

clarification: Hero's name is Chris, and Vigilante used to be Jackson.

CW: bullying, toxic friends, homophobia, Hero being a dick

“Hey Jackie, you know what would be hilarious?”

Jackson looked up from his cafetaria lunch. It tasted even worse than usual, because Chris had bought it for him. He’d always clap his back and say it was no big deal, but Jackson didn’t like being indebted to his friend. He had a habit of bringing up his good deeds at the worst times.

Chris pointed toward a tall blonde girl, in a bright blue top.

“Why don’t you ask her out?” asked Chris, an excited smirk on his face. Despite his braces, his smile was shark-like. Jackson startled.

“Amy? I don’t even know her. And also, like, you know. I don’t fall for… People like her.”

Chris looked oblivious.

“Blondes?”

“No, dude, girls!” Jackson said, hushed. Chris chuckled. “Don’t worry, I didn’t forget. I was just messing with you.”

Chris was a jokester, and usually he made Jackson laugh. But not when the joke was about him. It gave him a gross feeling in his gut. Chris poked his side.

“Hey mopey, don’t be such a drama queen! Your dirty little secret is safe with me, no sweat.”

“It’s not dirty,” Jackson said. “I just, y’know. Don’t want the whole school finding out.”

“Yeah I totally get that,” Chris mused. “I wouldn’t want people to think I'm weird or gross either. Not that you are, of course.”

Jackson was glad that Chris had taken it so well. He was the first and, so far, only person he’d told. They had each other’s back.

“Thanks dude. I still don’t get why I should ask Amy out, though,”

“It’s like a prank,” explained Chris, a twinkle in his dark blue eyes. “Just stay home instead of going. She’ll feel so stupid, just imagine her face!”

“Isn’t that kinda mean?” Jackson didn’t feel very hungry anymore. That nauseous feeling was back.

Chris rolled his eyes. “All jokes are mean, that’s what makes them funny. A pie in the face isn’t very nice either, isn’t it? I’m sure she’ll see the fun of it!” he assured, before glancing about conspiratory. “And, between you and me, maybe it’ll be good for you as well.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, asking a girl out in a public place. Might kill some rumours.”

Jackson’s blood froze. “You’re the only one I told, if you-”

“No, of course not!” Chris casually adjusted his slicked back curls as he spoke. “I would never. But you know, people can kinda tell sometimes. I always try to defend you, but even I can’t keep up with all the talking behind your back.”

Jackson dropped his fork, his heart beating in his chest. He was a big guy for his age, he knew that he wasn’t likely to get beat up or something. But the idea that people would want to, or even just look at him different, terrified him. He didn’t want to be different. He was already the transfer student, he couldn’t handle being seen as weird.

“And you’re saying asking Amy out will help?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m sure! You don’t even have to snog, just bail on her. She’ll have a laugh, and your reputation is saved.” he clapped his back, getting a bit of gel on his shirt. “You’re welcome.”

“Hey, Amy?” So closeby, he noticed she had something on that smelled like strawberries. She stopped her conversation with friends and turned around.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Would you like to, I dunno. See a movie or something?” Amy’s face lit up. “Wow, really-?” then her face dropped, and her face turned a blotchy red. “Oh, wait, sorry, you meant as friends.” she chuckled. “Yeah, sure!.”

“Uhm, no, actually.” Jackson swallowed, and kicked at a spot in the linoleum. “I meant, you know. Not as friends. If you’d like.”

He really hoped she’d reject him. But instead, she got all starry eyed.

“Oh. Oh jeez. Uh, yeah I’d love to!” her face broke into a smile, and Jackson felt a little quaesy.

It was a good thing she was happy though, right? Even if it was all a prank, at least she thought that someone liked her. That means it was worth it, maybe. Jackson smiled, a bit more confident.

“Great! When are you free?”

She thought. “Uhm, whenever really! I can cancel plans, it’s cool.”

“No,” Jackson said a little pankicy, “No, you really don’t have to do that. How’s saturday?”

She nodded, not even taking time to consider it.

“Yes, sure! I’ll go buy something nice for our date tonight.” She blushed. “Do you have anything you’d like me to get?”

Jackson felt something sink in his stomach. “You don’t have to buy anything, really, I wouldn’t want-”

“No, it’s fine! I mean, it’s the lady’s job to look nice, right?” Amy giggled, and Jackson was struck by how he’d never seen her this giddy before.

“Just, uh. Wear whatever you like.” he akwardly said. Amy nodded, determined.

“Right! Chef’s choice, then. I’ll surprise you with something."

“Y-yeah,” Jackson said. He really hoped she would take it as well as Chris said she would. But he was the social butterfly, so if anyone knew, he would.

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It took about two hours of waiting before Amy realized he wasn’t coming. The movie had already finished, but she’d held out hope they could watch another. She’d even wasted her callcredit trying to reach him, but nothing. How could she have thought the handsome Jackson would ever ask her out? She felt so stupid.

Just as she got up to cry in the bathroom, she saw someone wave. Oh god, it was Jackson’s blonde friend, that popular guy. He probably came to laugh at her. She tried to escape, but he caught up with her.

“Hey, Amy, right? Is everything okay?” His voice had such concern to it, that Amy pauzed. When she looked at him, he didn’t look like he’d make fun of her. His kind eyes made her heart flutter a little, even though she was upset. She sniffed.

“I dunno, ask your friend. I uhm. I was supposed to meet with him, but he hasn’t shown.” Chris frowned, confusion on his face. “Jackson asked you out?”

She flushed, and wished she could just sink into the ground. The brand new summer dress made her feel even more like a clown. “Yeah, I know, I should have known it was a stupid joke. Like anyone would ever-”

“No, that's not what I meant. You’re lovely,” Chris said, laying a warm hand on her schoulder. She fell silent, the kindness such a relief from her insecurity. “I’m very sorry you got caught up in all that.” “In what?” asked Amy, curiousity peaked. Chris looked put in the spot.

“Ah. Oh, I really shouldn’t say, but after today, I think you kinda deserve to know…” Amy held her breath, intrigued by the promise of gossip. At her enraptured silence, Chris continued.

“Okay, don’t tell anyone, but I heard Jackson has trouble deciding what team to play for. And I’m not talking about football.” She could not believe her ears. Jackson, the buff football player, was.. Really? Chris rubbed the back of his neck.

“Seriously, don’t tell anyone I said that. He’ll kick my ass.” She nodded, but wasn’t sure she could keep it quiet. There were at least three girls who had a crush on him. It would be unfair not to tell them, before they got their hearts broken like her. But she’d make sure not to mention her source.

“Say,” Chris asked, pulling her from her thoughts. “I’m very sorry he made you cry. Identity crisis or no, that wasn’t cool. Would you like to watch the movie with me?” Amy felt her heart beat faster. Normally she wouldn’t have said yes. Chris gave her weird vibes she had a hard time putting her finger on. But it turned out he was really nice, and she needed the confidence boost right now. “Y-yeah, I’d love that.”

#i almost didnt post this one #but i figured since you guys liked the flashback of Ethan this might be fun #well not fun obviously #homophobia cw #toxic friends #bullying #whump #my stuff #my writing #behind the masks #hero #vigilante #yeah hero has always been Like That

[g-greed]

Hello! You were suggested to me by someone and I like your content too!

Since it’s hard to find any of these, but can you do a

Jason x Barry?

I was going to ask for Jason x Bart but Jason x Barry sounds more interesting!

I dunno if I have any further details…Just Jason x Barry (f)ucking an argument out? (Sounds toxic I know)

Love your content keep up the great work! <3

(Also, I love how you automatically have Jason as top 😭)

Omg😭😭😭! PLS what am I doing?! I am sooo sorry this took years to finish anon!! I need to get it together. 2586 words.

Jason slammed Barry against their bedroom door, a hand going around Barry’s neck, while Jason’s body pinned him against the door. Barry tilted his head back, exposing more of his neck to Jason’s hand that was occasionally flexing here and there, meeting Jason’s glare head on, not all that afraid of the burning Lazarus green gaze settling onto him.

“What. Did. You. Just. Say?” Jason said slowly, each word more low and gravelly as the next. Barry swallowed hard, trying to stop the trembling in his hands as they laid uselessly by his side.

“Are you a-ashamed of me?” Barry can feel the sting on the corner of his eyes, and he wields himself not to let a single tear drop, as he stared into rage fueled eyes in front of him.

“No! I'm not ashamed of you!” Jason snarled, his voice was coated in disbelief and more anger than there were before. His shoulders were pulled back a little, as if he was ready for attack, but Barry knew Jason wouldn’t hurt him, he hadn’t before, no matter how many times Jason said he would, be it emotionally or physically, Barry didn’t believe it, so why would he stop now?

“Then why can’t we tell them about us?” Barry was confused, hurt and a little insecure. They’ve been together for little over a year and no one but the Outlaws knew (he seriously can’t keep anything from them). Heck! Hal and Ollie still think he’s with Iris and they had split like over two years ago!

It makes Barry feel like a dirty little secret..

“I-. It’s difficult, okay? Please just drop it.” Barry could see Jason clenching his jaw as if he wanted to say something else and by the look in his eyes he really wanted to. So Barry gave him a reason to.

“I-I can’t just ‘drop it’, Jason,” Barry felt a lump form in his throat but he swallowed it down, keeping his teary eyes focused on Jason, “Th-This hurts me, a lot. I-I feel like a dirty secret, you're trying so hard to hide from everyone, and that hurts. So much.” Wiping a tear that was sliding down his cheek, Barry looked back up (when did he look down?) at Jason and saw his closed off expression.

No. No, that means, that means that he he would—

“You don’t understand…”

What.

Are you kidding me!? ‘I don’t understand’!? What kind of bullshit—!

“Then make me understand Jason!” Barry finally bursted out, “Make me understand on wh —”

“Because I love you..!”

Barry gasped at the confession. His head thunked slightly onto the door he was still crowded by. All this time they had been together, he had never heard the other male utter those three words, and Barry always reassured Jason that it was okay he just needed to take some time, and he understood that, besides he didn’t always have to say it. Barry can see it in Jason’s eyes, and the soft and gentle side he shows to Barry, a side that no one would believe the taller male of possessing.

You know what people say, ‘Actions speak louder than words.’ Though sometimes, they can have some real ultimatums.

So hearing those words sounded so surreal coming from Jason…

“Okay? I-I love you Barry. I love you so goddamn much. I want to tell everyone you're mine and mine alone, not Iris. Believe me, I do. I ju–-” Jason was cut off by a soft pair of lips, he melted before he kissed back.

Barry reached up and put his hands on Jason's jaw, drawing him closer than possible. After a while, Barry pulled away and gave what he hoped was an encouraging smile, “Then what’s holding you back?”

Jason huffed, half amused and half frustrated with himself. “You're good for me, Baby. Too good for me. Sooner than later everyone is gonna be sayin’ the same damn thing. I’m still surprised you're with me. I just want this,” he gestures between the both of them, looking at Barry’s bright eyes, “to be between us. Don’t be sayin’ I’m ashamed of you or this relationship because I'm not. Okay? Sweetheart you make me good, I haven’t felt like this since I came back. And I love you for that.”

Barry, not knowing how to react to that, reached up wrapping his arms around Jason’s shoulders and neck smashing their lips together, putting all his passion and love in that bruising kiss without saying anything. Jason, getting the hint, responded back in kind. He moved his hands down, feeling up Barry’s waist, ass, then thighs, before picking up the smaller male.

Barry wrapped his legs around Jason’s waist, pressing closer than possible. Pulling away just a bit he panted, “Really? A-All of it, you really mean it?” Instead of Jason answering him, he leaned forward, their lips connecting once again, but softer than before.

Lips connected and Barry still in his arms, Jason walked over to their shared bed putting Barry down gently. Pulling away from the soft kiss, Jason looked down at Barry’s flushed face. Moving some blonde hair out of Barry’s face, he smiled a little, “I meant every word, Baby.” Then he ducked his head down and sucked at Barry’s exposed neck.

Barry’s response was stuck in his throat and replaced with a whine. “J-Jason –oh god– please.” Barry pulled at Jason’s dark unruly hair, desperate for him to keep going. Jason moved a hand up from Barry’s waist to under his shirt, before grabbing a nipple and pulled. “AH~! S-shit, Jay..”

Jason smirked in Barry’s neck, before he sat up and pulled off both their shirts. Throwing them over his shoulder, he started working pulling off Barry’s tight boxers that left nothing to the imagination. Throwing them over as well Jason turned an appreciative eye over to Barry’s body.

“How did I get so lucky?” Jason whistles as he looks Barry over from head to toe. Covering his blushing face with hands, Barry groaned, “Stop staring and get on with it already..”

Jason pulled the hands away and held them up over Barry’s head with one hand, while the other teased his sides, “It’s true, Sweetheart,” Jason looked up at Barry again, “Think you can keep your hands up, Baby?” Getting a nod in return, Jason slid his body down until he was facing the bottom part of Barry’s body.

Jason bent Barry’s legs by the knee, then spread them out. Leaning down, he pressed bruising open-mouth kisses onto the waist, around the hips, and thighs. Barry bucked his hips trying to move in closer. “Jason s-stop teasing me!” Barry whined, trying to move his hips, to build up more pressure.

Jason pulled away a little, watching the hickies heal over quickly with a frown. “If only you didn’t have fast healing. I would love to see my marks on you.” Jason tsked, pretending he didn’t hear a word Barry said as he thumbed over a hickey that was healing slower than the others with how much effort was put into it.

Barry panted, as he thought over how to answer that. “Help me sit up.” He mumbled, averting his eyes to the side, as his blush came back full force. Jason perked up and studied Barry for a hot minute, deciding Barry wasn’t going to elaborate any further, he sat him up.

Still avoiding eye contact, Barry reached for the nightstand drawer and pulled back with a pair of handcuffs. Pushing them forward to Jason, Barry took a shuddering breath, “I-uh, gotten those from the Precinct.”

Jason went stock still as he stared blankly at what were clearly meta-dampening cuffs. Jason looked back up at Barry, who was too busy worrying his bottom lip and looking off to the side, to notice Jason’s small smile. Jason reached a hand to pat at Barry’s thigh to get his attention. “Hey Sweetheart. Will you look at me?” Once he got his attention, he brought the handcuffs to eye-level with Barry, “You sure?”

Barry nodded, “Uh, yeah. You mention my fast healing a few times, so I was wondering if you would be okay with this?” He finished with a nervous smile, although Jason could see some excitement behind it.

Jason leaned forward some, kissed that nervousness away, before pulling back some. “Okay Baby, hold your hands together and out..”

*

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“Hah-AH~! Ja-Jason, please st-stop teasin’ me~.” Barry whined out as he withered over the bed, as Jason fingered him and a hot wet mouth bit and sucked around his nipple.

“Almost there Baby. Just. A. Bit. More.” Jason emphasizes his words with strong thrusts of his fingers pounding in and out of Barry, before they nail his prostate, sending Barry over the edge.

“Shitshitshit! Agh~! Cum-Cumming! Ngh-ah~.” Barry wailed as his second orgasm came through, his back arched off the bed, making him press his chest closer to Jason’s willing mouth, that’s hungerly ravaging Barry’s chest and sensitive nipples.

Barry trembled as he relaxed back into the bed, his upper body twisting to the side as he panted and blinked to get the black spots away from his vision. Once he got his bearings together, he turned his body back to face Jason, catching his concerned filled eyes. “You okay, Baby?” As he slid his hands up and down his thigh to balance him.

Barry nodded as he gulped down some air before he could answer him, “Y-Yeah. Just..are you gonna fuck me now?” Jason paused in his patting, so he could stare incredulously down at him, but Barry continued as if he didn’t see at all, “‘Cause I-I need you to fuck me, right now, please.”

“Oh dear god, Baby. You're insatiable.” Jason chuckled as he leaned down pressing a lingering kiss on Barry’s lips, before he pulled back and grabbed Barry’s thighs, wrapping them around his waist, as he got the discarded lube bottle he threw on the side of the bed. Pouring a heavy amount onto his palm, he slicked his cock up while his other hand closed the cap of the bottle and threw it on the side of the bed again.

One hand on Barry’s waist while the other is steering his cock towards the twitching hole, Jason looked up at Barry's face, “You ready baby?” Barry nodded his head feverishly, ‘yes’s’ falling out just as quick. Jason started pushing his length in, causing Barry to let out a high whine, not pausing until he bottomed out.

Getting a sharp nod to move, Jason pulled back out until the tip was just in before slamming back in hitting Barry’s prostate dead on and Barry sobbed. Jason sped up his thrust as he leaned down sucking and biting Barry’s neck as he moved up until he’s kissing Barry deeply.

Barry kissed back, trying to move his hands up to wrap around Jason’s neck and shoulders, but the handcuffs wouldn’t spread his hands further apart than they already were. Barry pulled back from the kiss, making a frustrated noise as he glared down at the cuffs. Jason, seeing this pulled back some, his thrust slowing down. “You want me to-.”

“No! Ju-Just lean down some.” Barry cut him off, huffing as he tried to move his hands.

Leaning down, Jason felt the cold chain off the handcuffs pressed against his warm neck, causing a shiver to go up and down his spine. Smiling to himself once he’s satisfied with the result, Barry looked back up at Jason, “Continue please, Baby.” And who was Jason to reject?

Jason sped up his thrust, diving down again to ravish Barry’s neck, while his left hand raised up and spread Barry’s leg out to thrust in deeper. “Hah-ah~! Jason, Jason~! Th-There! Right there! P-Please~! Oh, shit! So~good, fuck!” Barry babbled incoherently as he twitched and tightened around Jason’s cock making Jason groan at the feeling of Barry’s wet and hot hole trying to suck him in and the stingy feeling of Barry’s blunt nails scratching down the upper part of his back.

Jason snuck his hand between them and pressed his palm against Barry’s stomach, feeling his cock bulge sliding in and out of him. Barry’s eyes flew open and a loud mewl escaped his mouth. “Jason…Jason. Do that again. Please.”

Groaning against Barry’s neck in arousal as he panted, he pressed down a little harder not enough to hurt Barry, but enough for him to feel it. Barry let out a whimper at the feeling, his cuffed hands grabbing and pulling Jason’s black hair, as bucked his lower body down, meeting the hard thrusts head-on.

Barry let out a sharp gasp, his orgasm sneaking up on him, as he felt the familiar hot pressure building up. “Jason! Cum-! Ah~! ‘M cumming!” Barry warned as he pulled Jason closer to him, his eyes rolling back as his orgasm rushed through him, spurting over his stomach.

Jason grinds his teeth together as he felt Barry's hot hole tightened around his cock triggering his own orgasm. Jason bit Barry’s shoulder to smother his groans and moans as he came, painting Barry’s insides with hot and white cum. Barry mewled at the feeling, tightening his grip on Jason.

Jason snarled at the feeling of Barry basically milking his cock for his come as he tightened around him again. Jason let his mouth unhook on where he bit Barry’s throat, before licking the bite to relieve some pain.

Jason lifted his hands off of Barry’s hips to his biceps, unhooking his still cuffed hands from around his neck, putting them down, before he leaned back pulling out his now soft cock out of Barry’s used hole.

Barry whined softly at the loss before he felt himself be moved, feeling the soft pillows resting beneath his head. Barry cracked one eye open when he felt the bed pressure shift, until he saw Jason head to the bathroom, most likely getting a warm washcloth.

Barry relaxed back into the bed further when Jason came back and wiped his body down, getting rid of the cum on his stomach and some that was dripping down his thigh.

Jason threw the cloth in the hamper before he climbed into the bed, Barry rolling over to cuddle against him. Jason reached to grab Barry’s hands, “Come on, Baby. Let me get these off of you, ‘kay?”

Barry groaned as he shook his head, “No. I wanna feel this in the morning.” Barry buried his head deeper into the pillows. Jason let out an amused huff, “Sorry. No can do, Baby. I don’t wanna have ya uncomfortable when ya sleepin’, SweetiePie.”

Barry long hum as he tried to fight off the exhaustion to give an actual answer, “Um the nightstand. Should be a meta bracelet in there somewhere..” He mumbled as he half shrugged, missing the way Jason stared at him.

Shaking his head, Jason chuckled as he reached over Barry to look through the drawer and just like Barry said a meta dampening bracelet was in there. Sliding the bracelet on Barry’s wrist he quickly grabbed the key for the handcuffs and unlocked them, before tossing them over the drawer-counter.

Settling down and bringing Barry closer towards him, causing the smaller male to sigh out, he bent down to press a lingering kiss onto the blonde hair, mumbling out ‘good night’ and ‘I love you baby’ all he got was a soft grunt in response.

His lips twitching into a smile, Jason let sleep take him.

PLS-! Why DID THIS TAKE SO LONG TO DO?!?! AND WHY THE HELL IS IT SO FLUFFY????

#help me pls #what am i doin with my life #get it together #jaybarry #jason todd #barry allen

[weabooweedwitch]

I definitely do not properly understand your whole situation but I’ve been seeing your posts about your mom for a while and they sort of make me wonder if your mom struggles with some psychological issues such as narcissism. However, I am not a psychologist so do not trust me there but I get the feeling you’ve also considered the condition for her. I I know you’re already thinking of this yourself, but I think people tend to need reassurance in these decisions so I just really want you to know that your idea of moving out and creating your own path seems like a great idea. You seem like someone who is capable of supporting themselves and leading a productive life but your mother is holding you back. It’s insane to me that she has her daughter working a night job while she stays at home doing nothing. Does she have a disability of some sort that prevents her from getting a job? Also srry if this message comes off as rude or annoying. I’ve just had a friend who’s been through similar circumstances and remember how mentally/emotionally draining dealing with toxic parents can be. I rlly hope things start looking up for you!

Oh she definitely has mental health issues and I don't even mean that in a malicious way, she has told me stories over the years of some really bad stuff thst happened to her at different ages with different people and even such childhood trauma as "she has no fucking idea who her father is but he was a married man my grandma was in love with and the entire Southern Baptist family basically shunned my grandma (my grandma even broke down in tears to me once and said they would call her a slut) and my mom became a black sheep and she was bullied her childhood" but also like I spoke to one of said bullies, a cousin, after my grandma funeral and she mentioned some behaviors of my mom that, I've always seen, so sometimes, I dunno, I wonder if my mom developed some trauma in childhood, or was born a certain way, and unfortunately she has sometimes found bits and pieces of repressed memories of being a CSA survivor but the uncertainty of it kind of, I guess to psychoanalyze her she had developed a permanant suspicion and paranoia and distrust of other people and sometimes I wonder if she has some sort of personality disorder or it's just trauma or it's empathy issues or what, idk. And the continuing lack of stability in our lives is feeding into such festering mental health issues that she also does not have the time to have treated because she has, for most of her life, been working constantly as a single mom, and just literally can't afford it because isn't American healthcare nice.

But anyways. It really is becoming an extremely stressful relationship for rhe both of us and I have occasional concerns over my own behabior, my temper, how I struggle to get through to her and she just tries to shut you down and the anger and frustration at trying to get her to LISTEN, like. We've had some incidents where I kind of lost it a little and I really don't want those to escalate. So it's also sort of becoming like "hey Miranda maybe not only is this the right thing to do but this is literally starting to become a safety issue"

But I'm also occasionally like basically feeling like I'm falling apart, but its also like, hm. When I sit and think about it, I didn't really get my first job until it was basically forced by necessity, and now I'm able to work 40 hour weeks albeit being pretty stressed. So. Would I just be initially terrified of being out on my own and just adjust to that too? But also I would HATE to, like, not to catastrophize but, what if I get a roommate and I totally fall apart, then I ruin my situation AND theirs, and what if lost my job? But also what if I lose my job NOW because I'm getting so bent out of shape on and off the clock? But if I can, you know, barely afford $1350 rent with some occasional purchases, then, a cheaper place could maybe be, the best thing. I'm just scared because I have such horrible trust issues now and I don't want people touching my stuff or my animals, and also I can drive so I guess transportation is also a concern when looking at locations.... decisions decisions but also I'm just, terrified of the unknown and of failing and being worse off than I was before

[void-galaxy-shenanigans]

Unexpected positive/neutral things we’ve discovered as we heal towards functional multiplicity (because no one asked (/lh)):

((the real reason I wanna share is because (1) a lot of the normal parts of functional multiplicity can get you fakeclaimed because no one talks about it or how normal it is & (2) it’s just not talked about that much so I’m discovering these things in real time))

For reference, we've known we're a system since 2019 (we know everyone (including main fronters Alec & Nico) knew by May 2019 because Sean posted a video tagging his name but we dunno when exactly everyone else found out), & we've been working towards functional multiplicity since roughly August 2019 when we started professional therapy. So we are now around 2 & a half years into healing.

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- We can sometimes dissociate “on command”/“at will”. It's more complicated than that, but just yesterday we realized our parents were about to yell and went ‘nope’ & fought our brain into dissociation. It doesn't always work, & sometimes it takes a lot out of us to do it, but we didn't used to be able to do that at all.

- We can sometimes fight dissociation &/or negotiate with our gatekeepers. Aiden realized last year that he actually wanted to experience his emotions, even if they're painful, so when he started to dissociate he turned to Ward & said “no, please let me handle this”, & he fought his way back to front & breathed through the emotions instead. Since then we've been working on trying to intentionally stop dissociating...& it's starting to get easier. If we're really stressed or tired or overwhelmed we still dissociate against our will & can rarely reassociate (IDK if that's what it's called but that's what we've been calling it for now), but...it's still getting easier.

- We can blend semi on purpose. If we're not sure if someone is safe for plurality, we blend just enough to seem like one person & use singular pronouns.

- We can unblend on purpose sometimes. We used to only be able to force that with music (some of us have our own playlists on our YouTube page), but now we can do it without music. It helps that we're getting comfortable talking to one another aloud.

- We're actually getting comfortable talking to one another aloud. & not just whispers, where we began. We were in the car yesterday openly having a conversation (because we were alone in the car) & laughing at each other (enjoying each others’ company), & that was a wonderful experience.

- We're starting to enjoy our own company. We don't even need music so long as we're out of the house, which is much easier now that we own a car. We're having a lot more fun alone.

- We learn a LOT from each other now, in part because we have better communication (& that's in part because we're getting comfortable speaking aloud to each other). Sometimes it's when we're writing, & sometimes it's just conversations aloud. Yesterday we spoke aloud to a little, because we got frustrated at how often we had to rest on the trek back (someone even grumbled “I shouldn't have to rest, why am I so weak”), & our little pointed out that rest is good & we're just not used to being allowed, & Spirit pointed out that every negative thought we had about resting was actually our mother's voice & not our own (they were right).

- We can sometimes switch at will. Not always, but sometimes. We learned a while ago that we could sometimes force switches using music to get a gatekeeper front & asking them, but now some of us can come to front because we just want to.

- We notice more when people are co-front or co-conscious, & we can sometimes identify who it is accurately.

- We notice toxic statements & traits in ourselves & other people a lot more. We even catch it in some of our favorite songs. We can still enjoy the music, but with a lot more (sometimes uncomfortable) awareness of the lyrics. (Examples, One Call Away involves having no boundaries if someone needs you, & Cheerleader has a line “she's always right there when I need her” that indicates the girl has no boundaries &/or has a fawn response (“always”, regardless of her plans), & also the line in Cheerleader “all these other girls are tempting but I'm empty when you're gone”, indicating he'd cheat if she didn't....y'know....often enough.)

- Headmates that don't front as often have gotten comfortable to pick a name for us to call them or give us the name they have (we have a Google Doc they can write their name in, & a Doc for them to put their name under their role(s)/jobs, but we don't force them to use it). They're starting to trust the gatekeepers & frequent fronters.

- Funny one but....uh, we found out we had a gatekeeper about 1.5 years in. We didn't meet our primary gatekeeper (or any gatekeeper) until December 2020. Ward is very secretive & wasn't sure we were ready to meet him. (He was probably right.) So we spent the first year pretty sure we didn't even have a gatekeeper. (We're now building trust with him, & with our assistant gatekeepers, but it's taken time.)

- It's getting easier to engage in hobbies, hyperfixations, & special interests without guilt. In part because we're all able to communicate easier so others can reassure you when you feel bad. But also because we've been working on loving ourselves, not just our headmates.

- We figured out at some point that part of why our system formed (trauma reason) was because we'd been forced to care very little if at all about ourself & to think we're worthless & better off dead....but we had intense empathy for others who struggled, & believed they deserve to live. So our brain forced us to have empathy for ourselves by making sure we weren't one person - keeping us multiple, so that if one of us k*lls the body we also kill our headmates who we believe deserve better. So we began already adoring & protective of each other, of our headmates, but not of ourselves. For example, Nico adores Sean & Aiden & etc. but he kept saying he hates himself & that if we weren't a system he would've already succeeded at unalive. So his empathy for us kept the body alive. It's only been the past ~2-3 months that he's begun to slowly appreciate himself & love himself too, let alone be proud of himself. We're making progress now that we're aware of it.

~~~

I might think of more to add later, but...have this for now. 😅

Hate, fakeclaiming, etc. will be blocked. (/srs)

~Lucca (protector, soother; he/him)

#did system #osdd system #plural #plural community #pluralgang #multiplicity #multiplicity system #functional multiplicity #healing journey #healing from trauma #healing #healing process #trauma healing #trauma #childhood trauma

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Girl…. Drop those toxic behaviors of Henry’s you love!! btw I find it so cool of her to engage in the community like this the only other author I know to be on tumblr is Neil Gaiman?? I followed her a little while back cause of you and she just seems excited to share stuff and talk about it which you don’t get a lot from published authors, so seeing you two interact makes me more eager to get it (oops) But you said he was on thy mind so we would love to know! Go off! Idk how many people here have read her book but we love YOU and anything you’re interested in so, sorry if you don’t want to just ignore this then! 💋

Oooooo! Okay! Okay, so! I needed to take a few days to really mull this over! I wanted to be thorough and a little deep on what toxic traits in Henry that I personally love. So for the unaware we are talking about Henry Williamson from @xmichaelmyerslmyers or Kate Winborne’s book Blossom which you can find here. I adore this book and its characters and have a hard time shutting up about it! The hardcover version is coming to me soon and I couldn’t be more excited for it, seriously I recc this book fucking hard and just looove Henry! I am also going to start writing for him and have a request in the chamber and have PLANS! Now is the time to get into this book and this man esp with the sequel in the works. Okay, okay, now onto the good shit! 

Henry can be a real judgemental asshole and I honestly love that. As a person who is very much non-judgemental at all, the idea of being with someone who is judgemental enough for the both of us and could entertain me by going the fuck off about what he thinks about some people is gold, I love it. Like yes please tell me everything wrong with that co-worker you hate, verbally rip apart this students paper in the privacy of your office with me, PLEASE-

Dishonesty, lord my lord this man, is he capable of a true, honest moment? Fuck if I know but mannnn would I love to try and make it happen! I am a very honest person, sure everyone lies on occasion but the idea of consciously and consistently doing it interests me greatly, to see it up close and personal in him and try to parse just WHY he is this way is good, so good. Lie, lie and lie some more, I’m gonna eat it up.

Rude ass bitch. Love when that comes out and he can be a bit rude and cutting. When he does it purposefully yes but also when he does it unintentionally! Just says something fucked up that he doesn’t realize how bad it is until it is out of his mouth and then you can’t do anything about it. 

Impulsiveness and recklessness, when he gets an urge and just DOES something without thinking it through?! I JUST-I really, really love it. Edge of my seat all the time watching just wondering what fucking awful shit is he going to do to make a situation or his life worse because he is thinking with his dick or with some other lower baser urge? I DUNNO BUT I CAN’T WAIT TO FIND OUT!

Manipulative! This man can be so fucking manipulative to get what he wants out of someone and I am not above letting him manipulate me at all. I am talking being fully aware of what he is trying to do and looking the other way, letting him think he is influencing me to get what he wants when there is a very good chance that it’s what I want too but fuck it, take a page out of his book, lie, lie, lie and let him think he has the upper hand. Do I want to catch that minute shift in his expression when he thinks he has done that and exerted that level of control in me? Yes, yes I fucking do. 

Quick to anger? Argumentative? Him being angry over the smallest and dumbest things sometimes? Yeah?! YEAH?! What are you gonna do Henry? Hate fuck me? I am praying for it. 

Okay but the top tier, my fave of faves is how hypocritical he is! How upset he can get when he finds out someone has lied to him or is hiding shit when like BABE?! SIR?! YOU DO THAT AS OFTEN AS YOU BREATHE LIKE?!? Make it make sense. Except don't.  

Also just for a quick second, love how gross he is, love that he is a bit arrogant thinking he is hot shit when he engages in so many awful behaviours and tendencies. I also am so into the fact he just doesn’t take care of himself? Man lives off sugar and caffeine and takes horrid care of himself and I see him and just want to make him so, so, so much worse. 

Anything these are like my faves when it comes to Henry being awful and toxic, I adore this selfish fucker so much and would let him do, God, just, the worst shit to me. 

Thank you so much for asking this, thanks to Kate for such a fantastic book and an amazing character. I cannot sing her praises enough! You are so, so right btw, it is amazing having her around and other people to talk about her work. Her and I chat regularly and I love it.

#Blossom #Kate Winborne #Henry Williamson #I LOVE HER AND HIM #BHF asks #BHF reccs #HOPE THIS SATISFIES YOU ANON #ALSO THANK YOU AGAIN #Being sooo interested in what I have to say?! #You kill me so softly

[domesticmail]

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#so #when he said 'i dunno i can be a little toxic sometimes' #i thought he meant like #basic toxic yk #like hurr durr i'm sensitive you're mean i'm jealous #etc #but noo no #apparently toxic #to him #is getting pissed at me for not calling last night #(even though we've been up for the last FOUR NIGHTS until 1 am calling ) #because my phone died #and i plugged it in #and fell the fuck asleep #toxic to him is getting angry at me #texting 'night.' #and then just. ignoring me for the entire day #THAT'S what he meant when he said 'i dunno i can be a little toxic sometimes' #i am feeling VERY upset and sad and conflicted #i don't know what to do #i think maybe he needs some space #because i am hurt #all i did was fall sleep #*asleep #fuck #ryan the ap lit boy

[littlemissnoname13]

Stillness (D.M)

Summary: Where Draco makes a blubbering fool out of himself while attempting to make amends with his old roommate after learning something new at his regular therapy session.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none except mentions of food and some swears. He owns a cell phone in this au.

A/n: I have had this in my drafts for months now. Also I’m editing this on the side of the road outside my office coz priorities. This is not proofread

Reblogs and feedback are always welcomed :)

Words: 1500 ish

Masterlist

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“Did you manage to speak to your father for five minutes, just like we discussed in our last session?”

“No.” He scoffed absentmindedly as he attempted to juggle his healer’s paperweight in his hands. She had the weirdest nicknacks lying around in her cosy little office. His favourite had to be those things called stress balls. She had quite a few of them and it helped him with his fidgeting and leg bobbling that seemed to come  naturally every time he was forced to talk about his so-called feelings. 

“Did you at least try?”

“I apparated to the entrance of Malfoy Manor…” Draco shrugged, getting comfortable on her sofa. “If that even counts.”

“Did you go inside?”

“No.”  He yawned wondering why she made him do all these things. Just last week, she made him come up with a list of toxic traits in a human being. He did make the bloody list, but the whole time, he felt as if he was describing no one but himself. 

“I see.” She commented, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose and scribbled something on a notebook with her quill. “Tell me more about the Manor Draco.”

“Well, I haven’t seen it since after the war so I don’t think I can be of much help.” He muttered, fluffing the pillow behind him to get more comfortable. He was going to be there for another forty-five minutes so it was only appropriate that he made himself feel at home. 

“Where did you move to after the war, Draco?”

“Oh, I got a flat near Diagon alley.”

“I see.” His healer nodded observantly. “Did you live alone in this flat?”

“No.” He said quietly and reached for a stress ball that was on her coffee table. The flat was a touchy subject for him so he’d carefully sealed it in a cabinet in his mind. No one had asked him about the flat in so long that he was pretty sure that the cabinet had probably collected dust and cobwebs. “No I didn't.”

“You had roommates?”

“Room mate.” He corrected her, pressing the stress ball that looked like a globe in his palm. It felt like squeezing the world in a way and it was ironic considering it was usually the other way around. The world crushed him. 

“Tell me more about this roommate of yours.”

“I met her right after I graduated from Hogwarts actually. I was looking for a place to live in after moving out of the Manor and she was looking for a flatmate.” His expression suddenly became wistful, like his mind was taking him back to a time that was a little bit blissful. 

“And?”

“Sometimes, I crave those vanilla mascarpone tarts she used to make.” He mumbled to almost himself before reaching for his mobile phone. Of course, he wasn't allowed to use his cellular while the session was still on but as if he cared about the rules. “Vanilla mascarpone tarts near me…” Draco mumbled out loud as he typed into his phone. 

“Mr. Malfoy.”

“One second..”

“Mr. Malfoy.” His healer’s voice came in loud and crisp. She managed to sound assertive yet oddly calm about the whole situation. Her expression remained perfectly neutral. 

“Right..Sorry.” He apologized sheepishly and chucked his phone away. “It's just those tarts...I was craving some last night too.”

“Do these cravings happen often?”

“Only every other day.” He admitted, reaching for the paperweight again. 

“Do you think about your old roommate often?”

 “I dunno. Maybe,” He sighed, as the paperweight fell from his hand and rolled under the couch. “Let’s just say that my home felt a bit more homely when she was my flatmate.”

“How come?”

“She loved those soy candles, was a bit private about her own room but took great joy in making our shared living space aesthetically pleasing. I remember this one time we spent hours at this place called IKEA, pretending to be a married couple looking for furniture for our future home.”

His face suddenly fell but he decided to push through anyway. These memories were much more pleasant compared to his memories of Voldemort and the Manor. 

“And?”

“I fell in love with her that day…when we got back home and attempted to assemble the coffee table without instructions. It felt safe with her, you know. I hadn’t felt that way since after the war.” He shrugged nonchalantly. A few weeks ago, he would have gouged out his eyeballs than talk about love. But they’d covered the topic of love before and now he was more comfortable talking about it. 

“Did you tell her how you felt at the time?”

“No.”

“What did you do?”

“I moved out the very next day because it felt like I was letting my guard down. It was like placing my heart inside a box with a bow on it and handing it over to her.” He shrugged, trying to keep a straight face. Sure, he could talk about love but she was still a touchy subject. “It felt like I was no longer in control.”

“So do you feel like you are in control now?”

“No.” He glared at his healer, suddenly feeling a bit mocked. 

“What do we know about sharks, Draco?” The healer asked, carefully sipping her glass of water, looking like she hadn’t asked him the most random question ever.

“Sharks are cool.” He shrugged, wondering if his healer needed a healer herself. 

“Although scientific research suggests that it's a myth, it is often said that sharks have to keep swimming for survival.” She remarked, in her assertive but calming voice again. “Are you a shark, Draco?” 

“What?!” He looked up at her, bewildered. 

“Tell me, are you a shark?” She repeated, looking like she herself found her question funny, like it was a running inside joke she had with herself. 

“Obviously not.” 

“Exactly.” 

“What does that even mean?”

“You are no shark Draco. You don’t need to keep swimming to survive.” She handed him another stress ball she had conjured with her voice suddenly gentle. She almost reminded him of his mother. 

“Don’t be afraid of the parts of you that seem to come out in the stillness.” 

~~~

He decided to take a walk home instead of using the floo network. It was a lovely day and as luck would have it, a bakery down the road sold freshly made vanilla mascarpone tarts. 

He handed the old man behind the counter his money and left the shop in a hurry to take a ginormous bite of the sweet treat. 

Just like he imagined it to be, the tart was decadent and melted right into this mouth. The shell was perfectly crispy and he was positive the vanilla was freshly sourced from vanilla bean pods. 

He took another bite and this time, it didn't leave him feeling satisfied. If anything, it left him with something to be desired. It was like the tart was just missing something. 

“Don’t be afraid of the parts of you that seem to come out in the stillness.” 

His healer's words echoed in his mind as he took a third bite. Halfway through swallowing, he remembered the taste of the tarts she used to make. Sometimes she used vanilla extract instead of the pod and sometimes she’d mildly burn the tart shell. 

He wasn’t capable of understanding why he liked the taste of her tarts better, but he knew one thing for sure. Those vanilla mascarpone tarts made him feel like he was finally home. 

After his final bite Draco allowed his mind to still. Maybe his healer had a point because all of a sudden, the cabinet where he stored his memories burst open. 

Maybe he was overwhelmed, Maybe he was confused. He didn’t know. 

All he knew was that he’d have to make one last push, he’d have to make one last swim to the shore, until he was home again. 

He’d never apparated so quickly in his life before, it made him feel like he’d stuck his head into those muggle monstrosities called washing machines. 

And when he finally reached, he knocked and he knocked and he knocked. 

“Coming!” She called out and he suddenly had the urge to turn around and make a run for it. Change his name, fake his death. Maybe he could dye his hair black. 

“Draco?” 

She was just as beautiful as the last time he saw her. A lot more beautiful actually. Her hair was styled differently and she was wearing a white coloured button up that was far too big on her. Was that his? Wait, is she baking?

“What do you want?” she folded her arms defensively. 

“I know it's random but I came here to tell you that I  don't want to keep swimming!” Draco crouched down to the ground and placed a hand on his chest to catch his breath. He was gasping for air and he could barely get any words out of his mouth. “I am not a shark.”

She held the door frame with both hands and cocked her head to the side to eye him from head to toe with an amused look on her face. 

He knew he was probably the last person she wanted to see after how he’s left. Still, he had to try and make things right. He owed that much to himself, he owed that much to her and that IKEA coffee table she still seemed to have. 

“You are not a shark?” She deadpanned as he slowly stood back up on his feet again. 

“Yes!” He exclaimed. “I am not a shark and neither are you.”

“I am not a shark?”

He realised that his message was completely lost in translation. For all he knew, she probably thought he had lost his mind or suffered significant spell damage. It sounded so much better when his healer said it. Fucking hell. 

He closed his eyes and took a drawn out breath till he felt his diaphragm expand to its full capacity. 

He had one shot. He had to get it right. 

“Look, I know what I did was wrong and stupid and cowardly. I shouldn’t have left the way I did and I know I can't take it back.” He kept his eyes fixed on hers as he said his while his left hand reached for hers. “And I completely understand if you never want to talk to me again but I have to tell you this.”

“Tell me that I’m not a shark?”

“No.” He shook his head. “I have to let you know that you felt like home to me. I loved everything about this apartment, down to the soy candles. I loved everything about you and it terrified me.”

“You lost me at the shark thing.” She said softly, trying to maintain a rigid expression but her eyes were glassy. She couldn’t hide anything in those expressive eyes of hers. 

“It sounded so much better when my healer said it!” He groaned, frustrated.

“Why don't you come on inside and explain it to me then?”

“Are those Vanilla Mascarpone tarts?”

“Yes, Draco.” She laughed. “Yes, they are.”

~~~

Will sort out my tag list when I get home 😭. I’m a mess.

Draco/ General HP Taglist: @maybesandohnos @justfangirlthingies @dlmmdl @desiredmalfoy @trainintersection @wh0re4blaise @marrymetheonott @quacksonsssandtea @letoof @rvaldez7569 @lolooo22 @emma67 @berriemalfoy @thegaudess @itchywitch33 @lunar0se10 @savagelysarcasticslytherin @fleursbabe @teawineaddict @malfoyxxdraco23 @fantasyfairysworld @trashyvicks @h0ggyw0ggyh0gwarts @l0vely-lupin @linasylveon @dracomalfoyisindahouse @sycathorn-slush @lalunemoonstone @supermisunderstoodoceans @belladaises @riddleswh0r3crux @justreadingficsdontmindme @axdxis @97santoki @laceycallisto @haroldpotterson @thetipsysaquatch @darlingmalfoy @letsmariya @malfoysbiitch @turn-to-page-394-please @malfoysgem @m4lf0ym1lk3rs @ameliasbitvh @slythermuf @wolfstar_lb @underappreciated-spoon-321 @yiamalfoy @louweasleymalfoy @fa-me @dracoswhore007 (sorry if I missed anyone. Please look into your privacy settings if I was unable to tag you. Love you all. x )

#draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco fanfiction #draco fic #draco malfoy fluff #draco fluff #Draco malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #draco x yn #draco x you #draco x female reader #draco malfoy x fem!reader

[thetimetraveler24]

Just wanted to share my thoughts on something I hope to see in the PJO show when it comes out.

Other Characters

Given that it’s a tv format, there’s going to be extra run time. I want to see Silena and Beckendorf and Will and Clarisse. Give me some Travis and Connor and some Katie. Let’s learn a little more about the side characters that we love as much as the main characters.

Also I would love some Drew development through the series or at the very least once we get to the Lost Hero portion because she’s such an interesting character if you move past her stereotypical snobby pretty girl role.

Personally, I think season three would be a great opportunity to highlight some Hermes cabin characters. Nico stays in the Hermes cabin for about a week and Nico’s a pretty important character so it would make sense for there to be some scenes focusing on him. We could see a lot of Travis and Connor, even a little of Cecil.

Percy has a sort of friendship with Clarisse or at least a general respect between the two of them. I don’t think it’s shown much in the books as it develops into that. It definitely starts sometime after Sea of Monsters and/or the Stolen Chariot, but Clarisse is absent all throughout Titan’s Curse. I’d love to see some of this play out at the end of season two/beginning of season three and then in season four.

Ethan and Chris. I want to see what was going on with their side of the story. A sneak peak during season three of Chris in the Labyrinth would be cool. Ethan I think definitely deserves to get a backstory. We don’t know when he leaves Camp, so maybe we could see some of him in season one.

Not exactly a underdeveloped side character, but I want to see Minos training Nico in season four. It would give merit to what Percy thinks about Nico wanting to kill him, but it would also show us how toxic Minos is for Nico.

It would be nice to see little bits of Will throughout the series. Maybe he’s shadowing one of his siblings in the infirmary when Percy is stung by the scorpion. He’s probably there treating wounds after the chariot race. Can we get some Apollo cabin feels in season four when Lee dies? And by the time we hit season five? Oh boy, I need to see Will try to take up the mantle of cabin leader in the middle of a battle.

We also need to see some of that Silena and Clarisse friendship. I know Percy said Silena helped her with Chris, but dude! What happened? Did Silena organize a date for them? And how exactly did these two become friends? Sorry, Percy, but I have questions.

And I need some Beckengard content. Just cute little moments throughout the series. Maybe the first time she calls him Charlie and his reaction to that. Just more content to make the boat explosion a bigger punch to the heart.

Probably not going to happen, but it would be cool if they did at least one episode every season that was a side character centric episode. I dunno, like a Clarisse and Chris centric episode in season four, a Will centric episode in season five, Stoll centric episode in season three, Ethan centric episode in season four? I hope there’s a Luke centric episode in season five with him, Annabeth, and Thalia making their way to Camp.

PLEASE NOTICE ME RICK. HIRE ME TO WRITE.

#riordanverse #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson show #side characters #charles beckendorf #silena beauregard #clarisse la rue #chris rodriguez #will solace #ethan nakamura #travis stoll #connor stoll #cecil markowitz #katie gardner #thalia grace #annabeth chase #grover underwood #drew tanaka #lee fletcher #michael yew #nico di angelo #king minos

[undermattsun-archive]

taste

(skate rat) kawanishi taichi x fem!reader | w.c 3.5k

a/n: SURPRISE it’s a sequel to mouth <3 my original skate rat sin i suppose, and also like my first real fic/drab for the fandom. god bless. as always thank u to @bakatenshii​ + @sugardaddykenma​ for putting up with me ranting about this fic (and also putting up with me since mouth)

big big thanku to #1 wife @pomsuki​ for reading this for me and yelling at me to finish this damn thing <3

18+ university age | pls read ALL warnings

warnings: drugs, public sex, dub/noncon exhibitionism, degredation, humiliation, dubcon, blood, slight injury (it’s a bloody nose), toxic behavior, misogynistic energy? vibes? you’ll know when u see it honestly

reading mouth isn’t necessary but it is appreciated! and pls check out melt + nightingale syndrome for they exist in the same skate rat universe (+ they’re delicious fics) also the people who wrote em r BIG SEXY

There were more than enough reasons to quit Kunimi Akira. He never texts back, he doesn’t go to class, he’s fucked a few of your friends and he couldn’t commit if you paid him. He was simply a waste of time, it was like every second spent with him was another mark ticked off a test, a percentile lowering on your next paper.

But chucking Kunimi would be like trying to sort grains of rice, difficult and damn near impossible. He always knew how to draw you back in and he enjoyed the mind games a lot more than his bored expression would let on. 

Despite the impossibility of quitting him you had to at least try, so you swore up and down that hooking up with him at Oikawa’s party some odd months ago was truly the last of it, that you were done with him and all of his irritating skate rat friends.

Which begs the question of how you ended up at the little concrete amphitheater on campus, sandwiched between Hanamaki and Matsukawa on one of the steps, a blunt being passed between the two of them without so much as a second glance towards you.

“Say, when’s the last time you and Kunimi had fun?” Makki’s grin is nothing short of lascivious, a slimy feeling weighs on your tongue as you shrug off a shudder.

“Say, was that ever any of your business?” You retort, snatching the blunt from his lips bringing it to your own and inhaling deeply, revelling at the warmth creeping down your throat and filling your chest. 

“Quit it Makki, she’s not gonna fuck you. Kunimi got her ‘round his little finger,” Mattsun coos, taking back the blunt, “besides, heard she’s a fuckin ice queen in the sack. Boooring.”

A sharp inhale keeps you grounded, the sound of Iwaizumi’s board slamming back down onto the pavement reminding you where you are, who you’re with. You’re not going to fall for Mattsun’s little games too.

“Tch.” Daggers prick at your lips, but you bite your tongue knowing that fueling the fire will earn you nothing but a headache. It’s not like you’re waiting for anything, or anyone, stealing a few more hits and leaving would be the best option.

“Oh? Nothing to say? But I heard your mouth was your only redeeming quality.” You focus your gaze on Iwaizumi telling Oikawa to stay out of his way, trying not to let your growing discomfort scare you away. The stubborn refusal of letting Mattsun’s words win only letting a dull ache grow at the base of your skull, prickling further when he and Makki let out low mocking laughs.

“Hey fucknuts!” Your head whips over to see a blur of crimson race by, followed gradually by a few other familiar faces you’ve seen around at parties and on campus.

“God, not these assholes.” Makki laughs as Oikawa makes faces at one of the newcomers. Your eyes drag across the unfolding scene as the number of rowdy idiots grows. You swallow hard, knowing that staying any longer would only cause your headache to further bloom.

“That’s my cue to leave.” You sigh, it’s not like you were waiting for Kunimi in the first place. You weren’t. You were just...killing time.

“Leaving?” Your head tips back to look up at the source of the question, Kawanishi Taichi, of course. 

“Yeah, dunno why I’m here in the first place.” You brush off his quirked brow and shove Mattsun hard with your shoulder as you stand up. With a curt nod, you smooth a hand over your jeans, turning on your heel to brush past Kawanishi, ignoring the low whistle that falls from his lips. You make it a good distance down the walkway before the sound of crunching footsteps behind you prickles at your ears as you ready yourself to tell whoever it is to get lost. 

“Want a ride?” You let out a huff as you look over your shoulder to see Kawanishi standing so nonchalantly, hands tucked into his pockets as he chews on a toothpick.

“Shouldn’t you be skating around with your little boyfriends?” The comment slips out, followed by your tongue sliding over your bottom lip as if it’ll soften the sharpness of your tone. 

“Nah, just droppin 'em off,” his eyes rake up and down your figure as you turn to face him, “where’s yours?”

“My what?”

“Your little boyfriend. You were waiting there like a lost puppy for him.” A protest rises in your chest, curbing it when you see a flash of something akin to flirtatious teasing in his normally passive eyes. 

“I... I don’t have one.” The words are slathered in honey, punctuated with a flutter of your lashes as Kawanishi takes another step forward. 

If Kunimi likes playing all those stupid games, why not play a few of your own?

“Is that so?” His head tilts slightly, you feign shyness, fiddling with the hem of your shirt as you smile sweetly at him, confirming your statement with a nod of your head. “My car’s just over in the parking lot.” He tips his head in the direction of the closest lot, before turning to start walking. Without hesitation you easily fall into step beside him, trying to dampen your rising nerves.

Despite the dumb little hookups peppering your dating history, you had only gone so far with most of them, Kunimi being one of the few —and the only one you crawled back to— that you had made the unfortunate pleasure of going all the way with. You keep pushing away at the thoughts of inexperience as Kawanishi approaches an old, beat up, black Corolla, the paint flaking off with dings and dents littering across the body, the impeccably shiny rims on the wheels making you snort. 

It was a rather famous car across campus, seeing it around with stupid skate rats crammed in there with the windows fogged with smoke was an almost daily occurrence, especially highlighted by how it’s tied to one too many stories of girls having varying encounters with Kawanishi –and sometimes one of his friends– in said car.

“Wanna smoke or skip to the real fun?” He never minced any words, always up front or just completely skipping out on the conversation. It always made him the best project partner in the odd classes you’ve shared over your uni years.

“I don’t like waiting.” The fuzziness nipping at your spine from the few hits you took earlier were just enough, not wanting to dull your senses completely during this encounter. The bluntness of your answer causes a smirk to play at Kawanishi’s lips as he opens the door to the back.

“Well then, ladies first.” He gestures to the gray cloth seats, you make a point to ignore the questionable stains littered across it as you slide in, trying to focus instead on figuring out the heady scent permeating through the car. Cheap cologne, cigarettes, weed and maybe stale beer, and something that was distinctly him. 

Your eyes are drawn to a stain on the roof that looks oddly similar to an eagle, the thought unfinished as Kawanishi practically dives in after you. The sound of the door slamming preempting hands roaming over your body and lips moving against your neck. 

“Kawa-”

“Just Taichi.” He clips as he works the buttons of your jeans, a coarse hand working against your spine as he unhooks your bra.

“Eager much?” You laugh as he pushes at your shirt and bra exposing pert nipples to cool air, simultaneously managing to work your jeans past your hips and down your thighs.

“You said no waiting.” With a chaste kiss to your lips he’s maneuvering you onto your stomach, raising your hips in the air, face shoved halfway between the seat and door.  You let out a huff as your hand braces itself against the door, while the other on the seat below you, trying to find some semblance of comfort in the cramped setting.

“Mhm.” It’s the best reply you can manage as he grinds his clothed cock against the cleft of your ass, already hard. You can only imagine how many women he’s had in this situation to award all six feet and three inches of himself the ability to move so successfully around in the cramped backseat. 

Nimble and worn fingers circle around your hip, dipping down to tease at dampening lace, eliciting a soft moan from you. You push back against him, delighting in the soft grunt he lets out as he curls himself over you to scrape his teeth over your nape. His fingers continue to run up and down against your clothed cunt, pressing at the growing slick spot marking your wanting hole.

“Excited huh?” He mumbles as he skims his tongue against the shell of your ear, you manage a low hum in reply as he slides his hands back up, tugging down the flimsy piece of clothing, exposing your needy cunt to hungry eyes. He wastes no time pressing his fingers against your twitching hole, causing you to wiggle your hips just enough to earn a low chuckle and send the message of just how much you want him, need him. 

Without any further hesitation he slips in a finger, your back arching with the realization his fingers are longer than Kunimi’s, chest burning at the fact you could even think of another man in this situation. As if he can sense your wandering thoughts Taichi works in another finger, another following quickly after. There’s no urgency in his movements, each twist and thrust of his fingers methodical, curling in just the right way, making sure to brush his thumb over your throbbing clit to send a stinging pleasure up your spine. 

You can’t deny the way he’s taking you apart so sweetly, the tightening deep in your belly achingly sweet, as he starts to thrust his fingers even deeper, tiny gasps and whines starting to grow louder and louder as you careen towards bliss. With a particularly rough curl of his fingers you feel yourself come undone completely, punctuated by a shameless moan.

The sound of knuckles tapping against the fogged glass pulls you out of your blissful haze, still acutely aware of the way Taichi has his fingers lazily twisting inside of you. 

“It’s open.” He tugs you back by the hips slightly as he retracts his fingers painfully slow, listening as he unzips his jeans. Your heart races as the passenger door opens, shifting uncomfortably to try to catch a glimpse of who’s slid into the car.

“Oh, so that’s where you went, Mattsun said you were hanging around.” Your blood runs cold, your state of undress tightening your chest as you become painfully aware of the situation you’re in. The passive tone of Kunimi’s voice nips at your skin, tears away at the search of mindless fun that you had tried to pursue with Taichi, filling your chest with raw embarrassment.

“What do you want?” The tear of a wrapper following the question, whatever protest you had silenced by a hand coming down to grip harshly at your ass.

“You have my grinder.” Kunimi slips into the passenger seat, the sound of the glove box popping open making your eyes squeeze shut. 

“Yeah well close the door at least.” Your eyes widen at Taichi’s statement, you didn’t want Kunimi to just close the door, you wanted him to leave.

“Whatever. Can I smoke in here?” It doesn’t sound like much of a question, more of a declaration with the ‘can’ and the question mark tacked on for decoration.

“I don’t care, do you?” You crane your head just enough to catch the blasé expression on Taichi’s face, a quirked brow directed more at your ass than you.

“Yeah sweetheart, care if I’m in here while you’re whoring yourself out?” Kunimi scoffs, the irritated tinge to his bored tone making you furrow your brows.

“Oh fuck you.” You start to rise on your elbows, only for Taichi’s hand to land between your shoulder blades, keeping you from moving any further. You let out a huff as Kunimi clicks his tongue in feigned disappointment.

“Sorry babe, it’s me who’s fucking you this time around, maybe Kunimi can get the next round.” Before you can even bother with a retort, Taichi drags the head of his cock against slick folds, teasing at your entrance. You let your head hang down, the click of a lighter grating on your nerves more than you would like to admit. 

“Please, fuck me, I want it so bad.” The whininess of your voice annoys even you, but if Kunimi wants to stick around and get on your nerves, then two could play that game. 

“Since you asked so nicely.” Just like before he slides in slowly, carefully, as if to make you memorize what each inch of him feels like splitting you apart so sweetly.

“Shit.” You exhale shakily as you try to adjust to him, it had been months since you last fucked anyone, since you last fucked the asshole sitting passenger.

He sets a leisurely pace, steady and infuriating. There’s a hand clamped down on your hip, fingers digging in painfully to keep you in place, to establish that he’s the one calling all the shots. You huff, still trying to buck your hips to meet his thrusts. There’s something in his actions that makes you feel greedy, desperate for so much more than he’s offering.

There’s no way around it, you’re completely at his mercy, left taking the shallow, slow thrusts that only makes the desperate ache deep in your cunt grow.

“Hook a finger or two in her mouth.” There’s a pause in Taichi’s motions, letting you finally take a deep breath of the thick weed laced air. “Don’t look at me funny, do it and see what happens.”

You hear a non-committal hum as those devilishly nimble fingers skim past your jaw, a whimper preceding his index pushing past your lips with a harsh tug at the corner of your mouth, the painful stretch of your cheek causing you to clench down on his length.

“Oh? You were right.”

“She’s already broken in,” Kunimi takes a long drag of the joint hanging in his fingers, “no point in holding back.” 

It’s as if a flip is switched in Taichi, the statement becoming an immediate challenge as he hooks in another finger beside the other, yanking harshly as the snap of his hips becomes almost painful. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the car, swirling with the heady smoke defiling the air. 

“W-Wait Taichi.” The words are garbled around his fingers, and you’re quickly dismissed as he snakes around his other hand to hook his middle and index on the other corner of your mouth, the stretch in your lips burning as he shifts from the quick paced thrusts to deep, hard strokes.

His only reply is to tug harshly on your mouth as pathetic whines and distored words spill from you. 

You can feel yourself start to shake almost violently, still reeling from your earlier orgasm and suffering at the hands of Taichi’s now vicious pace. Each thrust pushing you into madness, each tug of his fingers bringing you back. 

“Fuck, fuck.” He curls over you again, sloppily running his tongue up your nape. “You wanna cum?” 

“Mhmm,” you yelp at a particularly rough slam of his hips, “please.”

He grunts, moving a hand to grip at the back of your head while keeping his other hand planted on your hip, fingers biting into your hip. There’s no warning as he grinds into you, the hold on your hip finally relenting as he slides his digits back down to pinch at your throbbing clit, the bit of pressure sending you careening over the edge.

“T-Taichi.” Pleasure wracks through your body, your legs tremble violently as you try to move your hand on the door, shoulder aching from holding yourself in place. The second your hand moves, you give into the force of Taichi’s hand on the back of your head, forcing you to slam face first into the door, the impact making your nose sting, blood immediately starting to gush, running down your face and chin. 

You’re not sure if he doesn’t notice or doesn’t care as he continues his assault, the once careful, methodical thrusts turning desperate and depraved as he moves with reckless abandon. His teeth drag across your shoulder, before pulling out completely.

“Don’t need this.” You grip at your nose, trying to ignore the disgusting feeling of blood seeping onto your fingers, looking over your shoulder again to see Taichi pull off the condom. You can’t even protest with the way you’re bleeding profusely, pinching at your bridge at a poor attempt of stopping the bleeding.

“Stay still.” In one swift movement he’s plunging back into you, bottoming out immediately, a muffled yell falls from your lips, arching your back as he drives into you with just a few more hard thrusts you feel his seed spill inside you. 

For a moment you two stay suspended, the head of his cock nudging against your cervix, making you groan in a twisted sense of pleasure of pain. He pulls out painfully slow, delivering another harsh slap your ass as he sits back.

“Oh, sorry ‘bout your nose.” He helps you flip onto your back, swiping his thumb over the blood trickling onto your lip before shucking off his t-shirt and handing it to you. “Don’t have any tissues.” 

“So who’d you like playing fuck toy for better?” For a split second, somewhere between the back breaking orgasm and your nose being slammed into the door, you had blissfully forgotten that Kunimi was still in the car, but now that perfect illusion just had to be shattered.

“Must you be such a dick all the time?” You manage to pull your jeans back up, hissing at the stinging pain in your hips and lower back, ignoring the lewd feeling of Taichi’s cum starting to leak from your abused cunt. 

Beside you Taichi manages to tuck himself back into his pants, reaching under the driver's seat to yank out a hoodie reeking of weed and cigarettes.

“Maybe you two should just get together already.” Taichi lets out a low chuckle as he pulls on the hoodie, getting out of the backseat, slamming the door hard before throwing the driver’s door open. You don’t even bother trying to hook your bra back on as you pull your shirt down, letting yourself slump back down and lay across the backseat as you reach up to check if your nose is still bleeding.

“Like hell.” Kunimi twists around in the passenger seat, looking down at you with an amused smirk, offering the freshly rolled joint to you. “You look like shit. I said she was broken in, not to break her more.” He only gets a wry laugh from Taichi as he starts the car.

“Thanks, right back at you.” You sit up just enough, looking at Kunimi expectantly. He shakes his head before twisting the joint in his fingers and placing it between your lips, producing the lighter. Just as he’s about to hand it to you he brings his hand back a bit, grabbing your jaw with his other as he lights the joint. He picks up Taichi’s bloodied shirt, pouring water from a twisted plastic bottle onto it before passing it back to you.

“Cute, blew her back out and you’re doting on her.” You watch as Kunimi moves to sit back in his seat, not even bothering to spare you a second glance as he shrugs. You dab away at the drying blood on your face, ignoring a few of the splotches that landed on the joint.

“Guess I play favorites, drop us off at my place.” 

“Us?” You exhale after a long drag, narrowing your eyes at the back of Kunimi’s head as Taichi pulls out of the parking spot.

“What do I even get out of doing that?” You can’t help but nod in agreement of Taichi’s statement, feeling yourself growing annoyed at the way they seem to ignore your entire presence.

“You can fuck her again.” Kunimi offers and you almost drop the joint as your jaw falls open at the absolute nerve of the man. 

“Excuse me? I’m right here?” The way that neither of them even flinch at your statement, let alone acknowledge it makes you slump back into the seat, begrudgingly accepting the fact whatever you say isn’t worth shit to either of them.

“Hm.” It doesn’t sound like he’s actually considering the offer, but the quick look over his shoulder as he turns out of the parking lot sends a chill down your spine and your stomach to twist.

“Believe it or not, her mouth’s her one redeeming quality.” The two of them snicker, like two old pals sharing an inside joke.

“Shut the fuck up.” You’re brushed off once again as they toss back a few more comments before Taichi stops at a red light, looking over at Kunimi, then back at you and finally back towards the road.

“Yeah alright.”

#miki writes #tw drugs #tw dubcon #tw exhibitionism #tw dubcon exhibitionism #tw noncon exhibitionism #tw noncon #tw degradation #tw humiliation #tw injury #tw blood #thank u for yelling at me pommeth #like forreal #i've been big struggling w writing this #and keeping motivation #skdjfhkj i considered just #dashing this completely #woof #also we as a collective need to wanna fuck taichi more #like forreal he's so fucking pretty #and just #doesn't care about shit #also he's a sexie bartender???? #sir?????? #skate rat hq

[dreamsclock]

AU where the amnesia is contagious. It slowly spreads to every single memeber, eating at their memories and personalities, until one day, they all wake up, having no idea who or where they are.

-AB (could be the Egg, honestly)

I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH OH MY GODDDD,,, this offers so many painful possibilities holy shit, i couldn’t get this out of my head until i wrote it LMAO

warnings: amnesia, implications of torture/abuse, implications of explosions, implications of toxic relationships, implications of manipulation 

They still have flashes of memories. Not everything is gone. Tommy works through blurry faces in his mind, blurry associations - Tubbo is laughter and home, Ranboo is a purple flower and begrudging family, Technoblade is wary alliance and safety after a storm, and other members are similar - freshly baked bread, guitars, wings and beanies and smiles and comfort. It’s frightening, not knowing anything about himself other than his name, but Tommy clings to the associations he has with people, and as time passes, realises it extends to things, too.

There’s a huge crater in the middle of their world with glass over it that makes him hollow and sad. Tubbo finds him there one day, and promptly bursts into tears he tries to hide, and Tommy feels the same emotion well up in his chest despite not knowing why - something bad happened here, is all he can think, something awful happened here and I miss home. He doesn’t visit the crater much. Tubbo claims he never does either, but Tommy watches him come back often in the early hours of the morning with red rimmed eyes and a notebook with unsteady writing and knows he’s a liar.

And there’s a big black building too, that makes Tommy pass out the first time he sees it looming in the distance and avoid it and a friendly man called Sam for days after. He doesn’t know why, doesn’t know what it’s for - only knows he associates it with a sharp pang in his stomach and a throbbing in his head and chest that leads him to a panic attack whenever he thinks too hard about it, so most people steer clear of it.

Until one day they don’t.

Until one day they don’t, and when they manage to get inside, they find a man there, locked up in a little box and smiling at them like they’re old friends.

Tommy doesn’t like the man. It’s funny, because Tommy likes everyone, apart from two people called Schlatt and Wilbur, and he dislikes this new person even more.

“What’s your name?” The man asks him one day, eyes bright with curiosity. 

Tommy offers his hand out despite his racing heart. “Tommy,” he says, and ignores the flicker of something that makes him nauseous, ignores the flash of disks and explosions that breeze through his mind, “what’s yours?”

The stranger shakes it with a smile. “Dream,” he says, and Tommy feels like he’d known it before he’d said it.

Despite how uneasy he is around Dream, Tommy wants to stick to him, and the same is true of Dream, who never strays far from Tommy or Sam’s sides, or, sometimes, Quackity’s. He seems to like Ranboo, too, but Tommy knows Ranboo avoids him like the plague.

“Why?” He asks, unable to help himself. “He’s a bit of a dickhead, but, I dunno, he grows on you. Why don’t you like him?”

Ranboo can’t meet his eyes. “He scares me,” he says, evasive, “he sounds like someone I hear in my nightmares.”

...Strangely, painfully, Tommy knows what he means. He stares at Dream over dinner one day, sitting cross legged between Sam and Quackity, rambling about a new underground place he’d found while Sam listens eagerly and Quackity shifts beside him, looking strangely uncomfortable.

“You don’t like him either, do you?” Tommy presses Quackity that night, and the older squirms, looking like he’d rather not have this conversation.

“It’s not that I don’t like him,” he says hesitantly, “but he had a nightmare last night.”

Tommy blinks. “He did?”

“He did. I heard him when I was coming back from exploring.” Quackity lets out a breath, squaring his shoulders and meeting Tommy’s eyes firmly. “He was pleading with me to stop hurting him. I don’t think I liked him. Before we lost our memories.”

Tommy turns to Dream, who sleeps nestled beside Sapnap and George and looks content. His mouth is dry. “Oh,” he says, and what else is there to say? “I get it.”

He hadn’t ever considered dreams to remind them of their lives before the memory wipe. It makes sense, when he thinks about it. 

Tommy tries not to read too much into his own dreams, especially when they consist of a beach and waiting for people who never show up. Especially when they consist of a masked man who makes his life hell and makes him cry himself to sleep every night.

He doesn’t like to think about it, especially not when Dream has a mask tucked safely in the little belongings he’s claimed as his own. 

“Do you ever wonder,” Tubbo says one day, “if before all this, we actually hated each other?”

Tommy stares at Dream. 

“Yeah,” he says, quiet for once, “I wonder that a lot.”

#> my asks !! #> my writing !! #> memory wipe au #tw amnesia #tw torture #tw exile arc #tw toxic relationship #tw manipulation #tw abuse #tw explosion #tommyinnit #tubbo #dreamwastaken #dream smp fic #dsmp fics