#and its straw that breaks the camel's back

[killjoy-prince]

Ok two things. One, I'm sure they meant best friend when they wrote 'bf' but I keep seeing it as boyfriend. Two, the profiles can only be seen by people who have the RFA Chat App. Which is a private app. That Seven made. The guy who wrote this status. Your bf isnt gonna see it he's not part of the RFA

[formosusiniquis]

bela lugosi's dead

written for the @steddiemicrofic prompt: suck | wc: 480 | T | cw: none | tags: vampire!Steve

Like every good freak worth the nickname, Eddie made a habit of reading Dracula every Halloween. 

The first read led to closeted daydreaming about getting abducted by a handsome vampire. Letting himself poke at desires he hadn’t been ready to commit to. With age his fantasies and aesthetics matured, until he was the bloodsucking creature of the night stealing pretty boys away to give in to their secret temptations. So, if he's honest, he’s having a hard time dealing with life and the lemons it’s juggling off to the side of him.

“It isn't fair.”

“Hmm,” Steve, with his red puffer vest and his coordinating Nikes, sat across from him at some point in full view of Eddie’s misery over his annotated copy of Dracula.

“There's an aesthetic you're failing to appreciate and it isn't fair that you-”

“Are we going to do this every time?” He asks around the straw in his mouth, poked into a blood bag labeled ‘Robin:)’ like he’s sipping from a juice box.

“Until you stop dressing like a JCPenney catalog model, or vampires become lame, yeah we probably are, Harrington.”

“Fine,” he sighs, having the decency to pull the blood bag away from his face, “I'm sorry that you had to have five blood transfusions and basically have new, non-vampire blood. No one has ever suffered the way you, Eddie Munson, have.”

“You're being sarcastic, but I have suffered so apology accepted, Stevie.”

“Now you.” Steve prompts, gesturing with the bag in his hands.

“Now me what?”

Steve sits up, a languid move that makes Eddie’s prey brain sit up at attention and his horny boy brain poke its head up too. “Say I'm sorry, Steve, that you had to save the world for the fourth time so a bunch of freaky bat venom metastasized-”

“You absolutely stole that word from Henderson,” breathless, the jab doesn’t carry the weight it could.

“-in your bloodstream and combined with the remains of the experimental Soviet drugs and now," He crawls closer, "you can't eat garlic anymore.”

“That's the hang up for you? Not the blood drinking?”

“I'm Italian, I can’t eat anything anymore. Sure I can supplement the blood with raw meat, but what’s the point if everything is poorly seasoned.” Blood bag all but forgotten in the arm chair, he has Eddie pinned in place looming overtop of him, talking shit about what he’ll never be able to eat again.

The white collar of Steve’s t-shirt is visible beneath the color-block vest, even that isn’t enough to stop his brain from screaming predator on repeat. Supernaturally strong, it doesn’t take more than a hand on the shoulder to push Eddie down horizontal on the couch. He has to feel Eddie’s heart beat, the way it pounds in his chest as Steve noses up the collarbone to his neck. “Really does suck for me, huh baby?”

[civilization-illstayrighthere]

oh the tumblr news is….. actually bumming me out real bad

[tohrus]

welp . due to "unforeseen" circumstances, imma have to leave my toxic ass household :D

[imma-lil-sunshy]

I've been forgetting like regular everyday words and stopping mid sentence a lot lately. ... googling if I should be concerned

[badnikbreaker]

broke: 'surge redemption arc where sonic gets thru to surge and redeems her’ woke: ‘arc where SURGE gets thru 2 SONIC and makes him worse and he abandons his morals because she’s right, if his brand of mercy resulted in her abuse, those values were wrong and together they turn into the scariest ‘heroes’ you’ve ever seen’

[unclefungusthegoat]

Well, it happened. I held out for four hours in pain and feeling sick and my temperature going wild, in the horrendous chaos that is Barbenheimer... but the final straw was a customer being rude to me while I was trying to deal with 100 other customers. I burst into tears on shift and my manager found me sobbing behind the bar. I'm now going home 5 1/2 hours early and I'm going back to bed.

[agayconcept]

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[enchanted-calamity]

This has genuinely been one of the worst fucking weeks lmao

[finalexpenses]

[dreamingofstarslight]

Someone ate my last ice cream sandwich :(

[oysterie]

last few days been bouncing between time of my life and hating everything augh

[catherinerabbit]

i think i should get paid extra for emotional damages

[jessiesjaded]

Whys my doggie acting unwell and weird :(

[jinwoosbabyboo]

"Big Girls Cry Too"

The LADS Men walking in on you having a good cry after bottling everything up and that one bad day at work was the final straw. Look even the baddest bitches cry doesn’t change the fact that mc (all of us) is still the baddest. [Requested by: Anon]

Zayne

Zayne: Are you hurt?

MC: I'm just tired

Zayne: Did you not sleep well last night?

MC: Mentally Zayne im just.....I don't know

Zayne: Talk to me what’s troubling you?

MC: I can’t find the words

Zayne: Well then just say anything I'll piece it together as you go

MC: I just .... I feel so ..... but I can't .. and today was just ..... I don't know

Zayne: You're just overworking yourself to keep your mind off your grandma and Caleb but you want a break however you can't seem to catch one and today was the straw that broke the camels back?

MC: What are you a mind reader?

Zayne: No I'm an MC reader

He would sit with you and hold you in his arms while you were a blubbering mess.

Zayne: I'll stay right here for as long as you need

Rafayel

Rafayel: I told you to stop abandoning me for that place look what its done to you

MC: Not now Raf im tired

Rafayel: I know

MC: So stop making jokes

Rafayel: Do you want to talk about it?

MC: No

Rafayel: Do you want me to leave?

MC: *sniffles* No

Rafayel: Good I wasn’t going to *throws you over his shoulder*

MC: Where are we going?!

Rafayel: For a swim it always makes me feel better

MC: I just want to lay in bed

Rafayel: Trust me a dip in the water with me is like free therapy

MC: ….

Rafayel: You trust me?

MC: I trust you

Rafayel: Good I'll do anything to see those tears stop

MC: You’re too good to me

Rafayel: Next time you need to cry call me … I have two shoulders just for you

Xavier

Xavier: Who upset you?

MC: Everything

Xavier: I can’t fight everything

MC: Why not I’m tired of it all

Xavier: What’s going on?

MC: I just need a good cry from time to time

Xavier: How often is ‘time to time’

MC: …..twice a week

Xavier: Come here

MC: *lays on top of Xavier as he rubs your back*

Xavier: Feeling better?

MC: actually ….. yea …. Is this why you lay on me all the time?

Xavier: You’re like a human battery recharger … my personal charger

MC: Are you sad every time ?

Xavier: Not every time but sometimes

MC: Oh I never noticed

Xavier: That’s because being around you makes me happy

MC: Can I lay here for a while ….. please

Xavier: Will that make you happy?

MC: *sniffles & nods*

Xavier: I’ll be your human body pillow whenever you want

Sylus

Sylus: Are you crying?

MC: *sniffles* no

Sylus: You’re a terrible liar sweetie

MC: I had a tough day at work

Sylus: A tough day at work huh?

MC: ….yea

Sylus: Sweetie it’s okay to cry in front of me I know you’ve been bottling up your emotions

MC: You don’t know anything

Sylus: I know this will help *Starts giving you a scalp massage*

MC: You don’t know if it’s helping …… but don’t stop

Sylus: I didn’t plan to …. come here

Sylus takes a seat on the bed and moves you to straddle his lap. You lay your head on his shoulder while he continues to massage your scalp with one hand and rub your back with the other.

MC: Don’t you have work to do?

Sylus: You are always a top priority princess

[floatyflowers]

Dark Genderbend Cruella De Ville x Soft-Hearted! Reader

In a dimly lit, luxurious office, Cruell paced back and forth, his soft bi-colored hair cascading over his shoulders.

His dark brown eyes, usually filled with mockery and disdain, now burned with pure anger from the fact that he is waiting for his new late secretary.

The door to the study creaked open, and you, a young, curious individual, stepped in.

The air filled with tension, as the fashion disgner's eyes locked on the you, like a predator sizing up its prey, ready to attack.

"You're late," Cruella growled, her voice a sultry, smoky whisper.

You flushed, nervously adjusting your clothing.

"I'm sorry, it was the traffic and I-"

"The Traffic? Really? you chose to use an elementary school excuse for your deliberate negligence, how pathetic."

His insult caused your eyes to glisten with tears, as his words were the straw that broke the camel's back for you today.

And under any stress, you break into tears, yet you try your hardest to hold it in fear of getting fired.

You have been told that in career fields nobody considers your feelings, and that you need to handle pressure if you wish to survive.

And Cruell seems like the perfect example to step on you without any care.

You gulped, feeling the weight of his disapproval, as you quickly plead with him.

"Please, Mr. De Vil, give me a chance to make it up to you, I'll work twice as hard to ensure everything is perfect for your next collection."

"You are danse in every way possible to think that I will allow a naive stupid girl like you near my work"

At his words, you break down completely.

"I'm sorry, I know I'm not the best... I will leave right now"

The fashion designer stays silent for a minute before smirking.

"I will give you a chance, but not to become my secretary, no, I want you for a much greater cause"

You wipe your tears before looking up at him with hope in your eyes and asking.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to become my wife"

Your eyes widens in shock at his proposal.

"What if I don't want to become your wife, Mr. De Vil?" you ask with curiosity, not trying to tease him.

Cruell narrows his eyes at you, chuckling in disbelief.

"I will destroy your life and reputation to the point where nobody accepts you in work nor social life"

That's how you end up as the wife of the villainous fashion designer.