#but if i wanna kill myself that’s wrong and bad and needs to be stopped immediately
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Also despite last post and the fact “damn my tumblr has a lot of dumb first impression opinions but I keep them up anyways” I was looking at kikaider on my search cause tags are easy to find of my post, saw one of my rants and went “let me just *press delete button*”
#meg text#there’s probably more but oh my god can me a year ago fuck off#was I kinda right in some ways? Yes. But was I being harsh? ABSOLUTELY#I feel so fucking bad I ruined this show for people like GRAAAAAAH#ITS GOOD ITS JUST NOT PEAK BUT THATS OKAY ITS NOT MID EITHER#ITS JUST FLAWED YOU CAN HAVE GOOD CONTENT THATS FLAWED#it won’t change anything but this is one of those things I’m absolutely embarrassed to talk about to people because of the past#and there’s probably more posts I need to look for and delete but depends if they popped up in the tag honestly#this is what happens when I got into something at the wrong time ifg#cause I was forcing myself to watch it and that never helps (which is why I’m being slow with literally anything rn)#cause damn! Idfk what I wanna watch!#also I’m obvs not tagging but I will say I don’t like the sequel shows as much but I’m not salty anymore#the first one is a weird sequel at worst but a good adaptation- the crossover just exists#also my “this needed to be longer” aaa comment is so fucking stupid cause it LEGIT COULDNT BE#ESPECIALLY DUE TO HOW MUCH BUDGET THEY WERE GIVEN BUT IT WOULDVE BEEN A ACTUAL SLOG IF IT WAS LONGER#the recap ep existing though will always be what killed the pacing a little but like- yeah no this needed to be 12-13 eps#people need to stop making the notion short shows can’t work it all depends and this show shows both what you should and shouldn’t do
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#every time I call someone my best friend they turn into a fucking problem that just hurts me and makes me sick#is it me? am I doing something wrong? am I not supposed to have close friends?#or am I just such a fuckup that by being myself it’s inevitable that I’ll ruin my friendships?#kissed my bro on the cheek last week when he wasn’t doing too great and in my mind I was doing it just as an extra way to be encouraging#and show my support and that I’m here for him cause tbh I’ve done that with plenty of other friends and it ain’t no thing#but after a week of wondering why he’s been distant and not wanting to be around me when I’m saying I just need some time with a friend he#finally admits that he thought that was weird and out of line. so I gotta backtrack and try to explain myself but now all the stupid little#pieces be fitting and I realize that he’s probably been misconstruing me wanting time with him as thinking I’m gonna try to flirt with him#or something else fucking dumb like that. despite the fact that that has never been the case and he knows me fundamentally as a person and#should know I wouldn’t ever do anything that could make either of us cheaters even incidentally. plus he’s basically like a brother to me#and I have an AFAB partner so it’s not like I’m trolling for cock anyway and he knows that too. but now I gotta go back through every#interaction we’ve had since that happened and analyze whether or not I was weird or awkward or inappropriate in some way that he could be#upset about at all. and also act like everything is fine and keep it pushing like normal and police every future action to be safe too#because of course he can’t just be straight up about anything or tell me if something bothered him no I gotta play a whole ass fucking#guessing game. and now I also can’t trust that my best friend who is supposed to know me so well won’t take things I say/do the wrong way.#can’t trust that my best friend won’t see me in a poor light now because it’s clearly been affecting the friendship#and like totally that’s my bad I overstepped a boundary I didn’t realize was there but you should have just fucking told me at the time#instead of pulling this shit and giving me anxiety and blowing me off and making me feel like shit#can’t rely on him or trust him or anything and what’s the fucking point of even having a best friend if this is what happens? I’m at the end#of my fucking rope right now so stressed and anxious and no matter how much I try to talk to him or anything he just brushes me off and#won’t let me explain or get my feelings out or anything else. but hey at least I was around for him the other day when he needed somebody#good thing I was there to keep him from going back to drinking or something else stupid and could help him out. cause that’s what really#matters right just being able to help somebody else when they need it even if they don’t reciprocate and are actively hurting me instead of#just being there for me as a friend. guess we try again tomorrow huh? what else can be done I suppose. just get to suffer and be riddled#with anxiety and stress and depression eating away at me and ruining my fucking life. can’t even enjoy the Olympics or anything else because#I’m stuck overthinking this dumb shit. just want this to be over and things to be back to normal. wanna stop being upset about this shit and#be able to let it go but I don’t fucking know how and I can’t keep losing friends because it’s killing me#personal
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#this is gonna be so tmi sorry i’m advance but#how am i supposed to deal with having a body and every mental illness and stomach problems and throat problems and being ugly and having no#hobbies or life skills or a job#i need to find a job but i also have to deal with my stomach and my throat so i can be well enough to actually move my body to find a job#but i don’t have much money left so i can’t focus on those things either so i’m spending literally hours a day in the bathroom and it hurts#to speak#and i don’t want to feed myself i don’t want to take my meds i don’t want to do anything but get high which also physically hurts also bc#throat#and i have to do PT everyday so i can shit better but i also need to find a job so i can’t waste silly energy on things like that but then i#can’t get a job because i feel like shit and am shitting literally all the fucking time#and obviously the logical thing should be to just take care of my health today so i can be good to#tomorrow to find a job right? wrong actually! tomorrow it’ll be something’s#and the day after that#n the day after that#and every day after that one too!#but no one is actually willing to help me with anything because i am a 1 dimensional human being who spawned yesterday who has never heard#of things like “’building tenacity’ and ‘having structure’ there’s actually nothing wrong with me i’m just lazy i guess!#but if i wanna kill myself that’s wrong and bad and needs to be stopped immediately#other people seem to look at suicidal people and go ‘i have no reason to want to kill myself so other people just need to push it through :)#thug it out lol’ and it’s like actually these are very good reasons to want to die#i have spent the last 9 years actively in treatment actively working on myself actively trying to build a better life#it has only gotten worse#don’t talk to me about getting over to the other side. i’m on it. it’s just as bad as every other one of the sides#life doesn’t ever get better for some people and just because that wasn’t true for you and your life did get better doesn’t mean other#peoples lives every will get better. like it is straight up not possible for me to have a better life. and i know this for a fact because if#it was#i would have it now and i would have had it for a while
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im gonna die
#having a small meltdown bc i broke something that is like . technically his and im going to kill myself#idk what happened it just stopped working im going to cry i feel so so so bad#like im going to cut over this bc i feel so awful but i wanna hear his voice but hes busy and i just cant#its so embarrassing if i go ‘hi can you call me or im going to cut myself’ bc thats so guilt trippy but thats literally the truth#bc its gonna be a 20 minute response for a ‘no’#what is wrong with me#i just want to hear him say ‘its okay baby’ like thats literally all i need but idk how to ask for it#i wish i was normal and happy so maybe id feel ok with having panic attacks and small breakdowns and needing him specifically but#its so often that im sure its annoying#idk im feeling better now bc i ordered the new headphones with the last of my money so he wont know but its just . yeah#im so dumb#i hope he starts hating me bc god i am such a handful im not worth it#jamie.txt
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#im really just ranting so pleasr ignore this post it really isnt that serious i just need to vomit it all out before i crash#i wish i knew who i was i wish i knew who i was going to be who i would havr been before everythong went to shit#before my parents beat my soul into submission before i retreated into myself so hard im killing myself just trying to come out again#i dont know who i am or what i want or even how to begin ttying any of that#my therapist started saying all the same things my dad would say abiut me and about my qork and about my life#id been with her for over 5 years so maybe she is right maybe my dad was right maybe my parents were right maybe i do deserve nothing#i hate my body but my partner says its beautiful i can barely face the day but my partner is happy when i do#they say my parents were wrong in so many ways but why is it taking me so long to prove it#ive been bad my whole life o was a bad kid a bad friend a bad adult but i wanna be goood so bad ii might puke#i know i can be good but why cant i prove it why is it stopping me why cant i push my my brain why cant i hit the override and just LIVE#its hard being 25 when i didnt think id make it to 15#its hard living when all you want to do is give up i want to give up i wish i could and maybe a few years ago i would have#but now for the first time in my life i want to live i want to do good but my brain body and soul have no idea how#i think im autistic and the worst part is realizing how much of me that is how much i should havr been cared for#i have to learn how to live in the world but the world is so scary and it hurts and my therapist talkrd a lot about getting used to it#she wanted me to dive in and didnt understand no matter how many qays i tried to explain to her how much it painrd me to try it her way#i wish i could just do it that i could grin and bear it but i cant anymore i cant just do it#i wish i could just become who i was supposed to be someone without the pain and the torture and the constant berating#someone who can have a job and cook dinner and still feel whole after it all#i jist want to live i want to be good i want to get better and i feel like peeling my skin off my body i feel like ripping out my teeth#it makes me feel awful every time i cant do sometbing because i was getting better i couod feel it and now im in hell this is worse#i feel like im experiencing depression for the first time all over again ivw never been so violently thrown bacj into the pit#please i want out i want to hear creaks without thinking someone is 8n my home i want to clean like someone isnt watching me#i want to move around my home like i dont expect to be graded i want to be able to sleep at night and not have tomorrow ruined by flashback#im so so tired and for the first time in my life o dont wanna give up i wanna be better but i dont know how#every time i try to get help something goes wrong and i run out of insurance soon so im probably just fucked#my antidepressants arent doing shit and my birth control makes everything harder and i jist wish i could take medication and live#im tired im tired but ive been crying in the bathroom for over an hour because sometbing so stupid triggered me#and now im a child again and i have work tomorrow and i cant scream and cry into my partner cause they have work#they work so hard for us and i can barely do a day im so fucking pathetic and yet they stay with me
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ABSOLUTELY UNHINGED COMEDIC RELIEF
ASSORTED QUOTES FROM TUMBLR TEXTPOSTS, X (formerly known as twitter) POSTS, TIKTOK, MEMES, AND OTHER SOURCES AROUND THE INTERNET
CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.
SPECIFY muse for multimuses.
“ Currently considering becoming a bother and a nuisance, maybe even a menace or a rascal. ”
“ Hungry? Eat the government. ”
“ Yes, I wanna fuck after every argument. ”
“ Silence, you uneducated peanut! ”
“ They should invent a being alive that isn’t so difficult. ”
“ Women have to think I’m hot or none of this matters. ”
“ Due to personal reasons I will be named an enemy of the state. ”
“ Being overdressed is a myth made up by people who didn’t want you to have fun and be sexy. ”
“ What even are daddy issues? Just traumatize your father back. ”
“ I LOVE complaining! You can’t take that away from me! ”
“ I went to the silly goose convention and they all knew you. ”
“ I’m simultaneously ‘I’m tired of this grandpa’ and ‘that’s too damn bad!’ ”
“ The word ew coming out of a pretty girl’s mouth holds so much power … I think that it can tear apart nations. ”
“ Someone made fun of my shoes and the whole time I just thought of ways to push them out the window. ”
“ If you’re short, simply get taller. ”
“ I better think twice? Buddy I don’t even think once. ”
“ My off putting looks, awkward demeanor, and strange behavior have captivated you. ”
“ There’s something deeply, fundamentally wrong with you. Can we kiss? ”
“ You are a fool. When you walk, clown music plays. ”
“ I mean yeah he’s evil and all but what if I were his favorite? ”
“ I really do hate thinking. ”
“ In my defense, I simply do not vibe with the law. ”
“ I’ve done nothing wrong. Except all the atrocities. Besides that, I’m innocent. ”
“ Sorry I couldn’t hear you over my internal monologue. ”
“ Of course you have white hair and trauma. ”
“ So apparently the bad vibes I’ve been feeling are actually ‘severe psychological distress’. ”
“ Stop calling me a bad person just because I’m orchestrating your downfall! ”
“ The more lip gloss I collect the longer I live. ”
“ Sorry that I am obsessed with you in the unhealthiest way possible. As if it's my fault ”
“ The multiple failed assassination attempts against me have helped build both character and self esteem. ”
“ I could be your loser boyfriend. Do you ever think about that? ”
“ Accidentally went and got myself killed yesterday, but god wont let me die so I’m back ”
“ What do you mean napping isn't a good coping mechanism? What do you mean my problems are still here? ”
“ Academic validation is required for my sanity. ”
“ RIP to everyone killed by the gods for hubris but I’m different and better. Maybe even better than the gods. ”
“ Researching the stages of grief to see if I can get them finished in ten minutes tops. ”
“ My parents were like I’m gonna make a child that is so beyond help. ”
“ It’s not easy to admit when you’re wrong, and that’s why I won’t do it. ”
“ Why can’t this family ever have a funky good time? ”
“ How do I show people that I’m more than my unethical career choice? ”
“ I fucked my way into this mess, and I’ll fuck my way out. ”
“ You look so biteable today. ”
“ Why am I suffering? I have so many correct opinions and takes. ”
“ I AM HAUNTED BY A PAST THAT I CANNOT GO BACK TO! anyways ”
“ Challenging authority, angering gods. The family business. ”
“ Third base is me telling you about my father. ”
“ Hey girl. Plagued by terrifying visions? ”
“ Got caught giving a fuck. Embarrassing. ”
“ I didn’t ‘miss’ the red flags; I saw them and thought that they looked sexy. ”
“ Do my dark circles and deteriorating health make me look hot? ”
“ I get my news from the only reliable source, cryptic symbolism in my dreams. ”
“ Another day of being a bisexual disaster. ”
“ I’m going to let myself be a little unhinged today, as a treat. ”
“ Some of you act like murder is such a big deal. ”
“ You wanna hunt me for sport so bad that it makes you look stupid. ”
“ You’re not a girlboss unless you’ve killed someone. ”
“ It’s so weird how no one ever has correct opinions about things except for me. ”
“ Hello, my love — I mean, my rival ”
“ No one is calling me baby and it’s outrageous I can’t believe it. ”
“ No talking stage. Mutual obsession and you see god in my eyes or nothing. ”
“ I DON’T UNDERSTAND HOOKUP CULTURE DIE IN MY ARMS ”
“ Yes baby your emotional walls are high and impenetrable can we kiss now? ”
“ Affection is disgusting. Drown me in it. ”
“ I am gatekeeping my respect from you. ”
“ Well, well, well, if it isn’t the consequences of my own actions. ”
“ I am equal parts fuck around and find out and please don’t yell at me I’ll cry. ”
“ Short legs, big butt. I’m a corgi. ”
“ Fuck being the bigger person; I’m going to start biting people. ”
“ Well that wasn’t very slay of you! ”
“ May I please get a crumb of affection? ”
“ I crave power! Please don’t yell, though; I’m sensitive. ”
“ You call it a near death experience; I call it a vibe check from God. ”
“ Here are some scissors. Now cut it out. ”
“ Might commit a little tomfoolery, maybe even some shenanigans. ”
“ All these flavors, and you choose to be salty. ”
“ How can I live, laugh, love in these conditions? ”
“ What if I said ‘to be honest’ but then lied? ”
“ I'm financially at a stage where I understand why people do fraud. ”
“ Yes I may be evil and morally corrupt, but I’m also incredibly beautiful and I think that makes up for it honestly. ”
“ Debates are stupid. Why would I want to sit down and argue with someone blatantly dumber than me? ”
“ I forget but I do NOT forgive.. I'm just walking around hating bitches can't remember why ”
“ Ding dong your opinion is wrong! ”
“ I’m coming for your kneecaps. ”
“ You dropped your nose you fucking clown. ”
“ Are you a fire alarm? ‘Cause you are really fucking loud and annoying. ”
“ Call me an escalator, because I let people down. ”
“ I love me a good lesbian scandal! ”
“ If you can’t run away from your problems, you’re not running fast enough. ”
“ Everything I want to do is illegal. ”
“ Don’t make me hit your ankle with my Barbie scooter! ”
“ I tell gay jokes because I am a gay joke. ”
“ Fuck! I dropped my mental stability! ”
#askbox meme#askbox prompt#rp ask meme#ask box#roleplay sentence meme#sentence starters#roleplay prompts#roleplay sentence starters#* sentence meme
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Best Friends?
Description: Leighton and Reader have been best friends since forever and both fall in love with each other. Tension rises when Leighton gets back with Alicia and Reader finally reaches the breaking point.
WARNINGS: ANGST like a mf.
leighton didn't know what to do.
her best friend was ignoring her. y/n hadn't talked to her in three days. and leighton was absolutely clueless.
she had tried to reach out to y/n's roommates to figure out why she wasn't talking to her but none of them could tell her either. the blonde was picking her brain for everything she might have forgotten.
birthday? nope.
friendiversary? nope.
she couldn't think of anything. she had even talked to alicia about it and her girlfriend just shook it off to y/n going through something. alicia reassured her that she would be fine and offered to take her girlfriend out for the weekend to cheer her up. as much as leighton didn't wanna leave, maybe this is what she needed. so, her and alicia packed a couple of bags and drove to new york for the weekend.
back at essex, y/n was in the weight room. it was well past midnight but y/n's thoughts were racing. she kept curling the barbell in her hand.
all she could think about was leighton.
how she smiled when y/n made a bad joke.
how she cuddled up to y/n when it was their weekly movie night.
how she always gave y/n the first cookies when they baked together.
y/n usually wouldn't be thinking this hard about the blonde but something made her feelings go all over the place.
or, more like someone.
alicia.
it wasn't that y/n didn't like alicia. it's more like alicia didn't like y/n. the girl didn't like y/n the first time her and leighton dated and she doesn't like her even more now that they are out. she never shows her disdain for y/n around leighton though. she doesn't want the blonde to know.
y/n began to run on the treadmill when a text came through on her airpods.
from bestest friend in the whole world: hey, we haven't talked in a minute. i just wanna check in on you. you're worrying me. alicia took me to new york so if i don't hear from you by the time i come back, i'm hunting you down.
from bestest friend in the whole world: i just saw your location...why are you at the gym this late? you only do this when you're really going through something.
from bestest friend in the whole world: do you wanna facetime and talk? alicia is asleep but we can stay quiet.
y/n got tired of the messages and turned her phone off.
so much for a peaceful workout.
that became y/n's routine for the weekend. sleep most of the day, workout most of the night.
she received multiple texts and calls from leighton but they all went ignored. luckily for y/n, when monday came around, leighton couldn't come kill her due to her being busy. she managed to hold out until thursday, a whole week since she had talked to the blonde last.
leighton was a storm that was just waiting to unleash her power. y/n still hadn't talked to her and of it wasn't for alicia taking her on a date every night this week, y/n would've already faced the wrath.
y/n was in her dorm watching youtube, doing her homework when there was a loud knock on the door. groaning, she got up and out of her room, fully expecting one of her roommates to be on the other side.
boy, was she wrong.
leighton stood on the other side, angrier than y/n had ever seen her. the girl gulped audibly as the blonde pushed her way into the room. "oh, sure, invite yourself in why don't you?" the blonde turned her death glare back to y/n. "yeah, it's the least i can do after my best friend practically ghosted me for no reason for a week!"
y/n rolled her eyes and went to go back to her room when leighton stopped her. "what is wrong with you this week? you haven't talked to me, you've actively avoided me, and whitney told me that you seemed tired in practice all week. care to explain yourself?" y/n sighed. "no, i don't care to explain myself leighton. wasn't aware you had gone low enough to get your roommate to spy on me."
leighton scoffed. "can you blame me? now, i'm calling for a mandatory sleepover so i can pick that brain of yours and figure out what's going on." y/n shook her head. "don't you have a girlfriend to attend to?" leighton looked at y/n confused. "no, she's at the center tonight doing slam poetry. why would i have to attend to her?"
y/n shrugged. "i don't know, just seems like you guys are attached to the hip and she refuses to let you do anything on your own." leighton's jaw dropped at y/n's words. did y/n always feel this way? had leighton been a bad friend?
"what do you mean? are you jealous of our relationship? i told you i could hook you up with someone, y/n. why didn't you tell me?" y/n avoided the question. "leighton, i have a ton of homework to do. go back to your dorm." leighton shook her head. "no, we need to talk this out. are you jealous of me and alicia?" after a few minutes of back and forth, y/n finally snapped.
"you know what leighton? yeah, i am jealous. i'm jealous that alicia is the one who gets to hold your hand in public. i'm jealous that alicia gets to take you on dates. i'm jealous that she gets that smile of yours that you used to only reserve for me." leighton stood shocked but y/n kept going.
"i'm jealous she gets to kiss you and sweep you off your feet and treat you like the princess you are. but most of all, i'm jealous that she had the courage to ask you out before i did." y/n had tears streaming down her face, as did leighton. the blonde's voice cracked as she tried to walk towards y/n. "y/n..i-i had no idea. i-"
y/n held her hand up. "just go leighton. i can't do this right now." and with that, she turned, walking into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her, leaving a crying leighton in the common room.
the blonde grabbed her purse and went back to her dorm.
both girls cried themselves to sleep that night. y/n because she thought she ruined her friendship with leighton.
leighton because she finally realized she was in love with y/n.
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KINKTOBER day 5
pairing: ghostface! sam carpenter x fem!reader
summary: you and sam are besties, but do you tell each other everything? (what is this? i dunno)
warnings: smut!!!, dom!sam x sub!reader, sam is a big meanie for a little, spanking, degradation, dirty talk, swearing, killing mentioned, tiny bit of knife play, slapping, crying, not proofread, if anything else, let me know - I’ll add it
word count: 4.4k
an: enjoy I guess, let me know your opinions, also thanks for so much support with wanda, tbh I though that it won’t do this great, but it did and all of you are so horny freaks, including myself, but truly I appreciate it!!!💕💕
(italics = your thoughts)
!MDNI!
Enjoy this spooky season and be safe!
The phone rings again, hidden caller. Picking up a secret number is really not your style. You let it ring, if they truly need you, they will write you a message.
Buzz.
Oh and they do need something important. You take your phone and look at the notification.
Hidden number
8:36PM
Call me ASAP, please! I can´t open the excel!
You calmed down a little bit as it was probably your classmate and accidentaly made their phone number hidden. Taking a deep breath before calling someone was always your go to thing, since the whole situation is very stressfull, you´d much rather write a long paragraph over a text, then just call someone. But since it´s about school, you´re less nervous.
You finger touch the last missed call and it starts to ring, as soon as you see that the other side picked it up, you started to speak.
"Hey! Sorry, I didn´t hear the phone. Anyways what´s going on with that file?" You took your notebook in case you have to make step by step tutorial to your classmate, because it wouldn´t be for the first time.
"No one ever told you lying is bad, (Y/N)?" You didnt recognize the voice, it wasn´t a voice you remember anyone having from your class, or the whole school. It was deep, raspy and mostly scary. You didn´t like horrors very much, but you were positive that you´ll get prank called or jumpscared by some idiot. And here they are, idiot on the line, at least that´s what you think.
"Haha very funny..." You´re mostly annoyed, but there is this side of little you, who is hoping this is truly your idiot classmate and no one else. "Do you wanna help with the sheet or not?"
Long big sigh can be heard on the other side. "And I thought you were a nice girl, (Y/N). Guess I was wrong. Don´t worry, we´ll work on that."
Now your little scary thought became a little bit bigger. You weren´t so sure it was someone you know.
"Who am I speaking with? Sorry, I don´t have your number added." You hoped they would say your name, you would stop panicking and it would be done it two minutes.
"Someone who likes to play games. (Y/N), would you like to play a game?" the raspy voice asked.
"No, thank you." Out of nervousness and mostly fear you hang up. You didn´t even realize until you stoped hearing the rapsy breath. Even if there was a truly a classmate who wanted a help, they shouldn´t prankcall you. Gosh how much you hated these things.
The phone didn´t ring again for quite some time, so you just let it go. Taking a long shower sounded like the best idea now. Out of the closet you took oversized shirt and some shorts and you headed to the bathroom. Doing your usual skin care routine went on automatic and brushing your teeth as well.
Coming back to your room, you notice that you left your closet opened, you sigh and close the door. Being too tired to prepare your clothes for tomorrows school day. As you lay on your bed, you hug your big teddy bear and your eyes immedietly close as you drift to sleep.
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The next day goes smooth, first lecture was actually really interesting and you didn´t felt tired at all. You had your morning coffee and today was just a good day, you could feel it. You didn´t have those in a while, so it is very welcome.
Second lecture was indeed boring, but at least you know that the human eye blinks an average of 4 200 000 times a year, which is... a new information, that´s for sure. But the professor ended class sooner, so at least you had more time for lunch. And that´s a plus.
As you´re sitting alone, eating your lunch on a bench in a park, where you like to spend your free time between the classes, someone taps on your shoulder.
"Oh hi, Sam!" You smile, seeing your friend always makes your day better. "What are you doing here, I thought you´re working today." You scoop so Sam can sit next to you.
Sam met you when you were running late, literally. You two bumped into each other few months ago and because you spilled your coffee on her, you just had to pay for it somehow. So after you quickly gave her your number and basically sprinted out, Sam made sure you´ll keep your promise. And you did, few days after that you two met again and over a coffee realized how much things you two have in common.
She seemed like a cold and closed of person at first, but she is actually the sweetest teddy bear, as you like to call her for fun. Sam told you many times she hated it, but you made a good points that she is just so sweet, big and you feel safe when you´re around her, just like with teddy bear in your bed. And she was a taller than you, so that´s another point. After few "arguments" she actually let you win, so she is now your big and protective teddy bear.
You two started to hang out more and more, which just confirms your initial click, that Sam felt as soon as she laid her eyes on your sweet and innocent face.
"Well maybe I lied and I wanted to suprise you." Sam answers as she sits next to you.
"I am surprised," you giggle. "I have like a hour and something before my next lecture, so..." You look at your phone.
"Good." Sam smiles and tilts her head, she notices that you´re smiling ear to ear. "What got you smiling like that, (Y/N)?"
"Hm... nothing in particular, but it´s just a good day. And I´m enjoying a every single bit of it." You answer and your cheeks start to hurt a bit from all the smiling, you did in the last 10 minutes.
"Oh, I see. As you should." She nudges your arm with hers. "What are you doing after school?"
"I have to finish some excel to my statistic class, but besides that... nothing." Your thoughts are taking you back to last night and your weird call, with who you thought was your classmate.
Sam notices your smile fading and put her hand on your thigh, something she did pretty often, but it brings you butterflies everytime. "(Y/N)?"
"Hm? Yeah?" Sam just raises her eyebrow. "It´s nothing, I just had this weird person from school call me yesterday and... yeah, it was weird. A stupid prankcall." You roll your eyes.
Sam move her hand on your thigh up and down, trying to sooth you. "What did they say?"
"Just some stupid stuff, like do you want to play a game. Do I look like I want to play a game?" You sigh.
"Depends on the game. Horor game? Probably not. The Sims 4? Absolutely yes." Sam chuckles as you punch her arm.
"Every woman has her needs, mine is playing The Sims. Can you blame me?" You laugh, Sam always helps you with your bad and anxious thoughts.
The rest of your free time you two shared a lots of laughs, smiles and overall a good quality time together. Until you had to go back to your lectures, which made your day a little worse, since you wanted to keep talking to Sam.
...
Few hours later you finally finished all of your lectures for the day. You didn´t have that energy boost as you did this morning, but you´re still in a good mood. So you decided to walk from school back to your dorm. And even if it was October, it was still kinda warm outside so you put some soft music on and decided to walk.
Stepping into your dorm you notice that something is bad, you can´t point a finger on what it is, but the vibe seems off. Shaking off the feeling didn´t help for long, because as soon as you reach for your keys the ligh on the other side of the hall just turn off.
"Shit!" You flinch and your hands start to shake. As you succesfully get inside you lock your door faster than ever.
"Oh my god-" you take a few deep breaths. "It was just a light, (Y/N), everything is good. It was just a light." Mumbling out loud these words, in hopes that it will calm you down.
You turn all of your lights in your home on as a prevention for your mind from creating something that is not there. Lastly you go to your bedroom and open the door, you stop in your track in a moment when your eyes met a tall black figure next to your opened closet.
A cold shivers run down your spine, but with confidence it´s just your mind playing tricks you turn on the light even there.
But that choice just showed you, that this time, it´s not your mind playing tricks, but there is actually someone in your house. A tall black silluete turned into a big person with a black cloak and a white mask, looking like a ghost. You´ve seen this mask many times during Halloween parties. Quickly scanning the person you notice that they´re holding a knife. A knife!
"Oh fuck!" You qiuckly close your bedroom door, hoping you will get more time, but of course you had to lock all of your locks and jumping from a window was not an option since you´re living in the 9th floor.
Shit, shit, shit. Wait... I don´t hear anything.
The only thing that you can hear is your heartbeat, no steps, no breathing, just your heart. Looking back, noticing that the door you slammed shut before are now open again.
Your living in your worst shitty nightmare.
It´s a tap on your shoulder that almost makes you lose it. You let out the most horror scream in your entire life, you didn´t even think you could scream like that. The tall person with ghostface mask is standing right next to you, they shake their head and one of their hands makes it over your mouth to keep you shut. As soon as your bodies hit the floor, which suprisingly didn´t hurt at all due to all the adrenaline you have in you, right now. They pull their knife to your face and slowly slide it across your cheek, not hurting you in any way.
Your breathing gets faster and faster to the moment you feel like you start to hyperventillate.
"Hello, (Y/N). You cut our call last night, so I felt like meeting you in person, again, would help us solve the excel problem. Don´t you think?" It was the same raspy, deep voice you heard yesterday over the phone.
"I- uh s-sure." You nod as you mumble your answer agaist her hand, noting better came to your mind.
"Sure? Now you don´t have a problem with that, but yesterday you cut me off like I was a fucking no one?!" Now you were truly hoping that this is just a nightmare and you will wake up. "Isn´t it fair if i cut you off too? So you would now how it feels?" Their knife is swinging infront of your face again.
"I- No, please, don´t. I- i uh I´m sorry!" You mumble agaist their hand.
The person on top of you just laughs and bring your hand above your head and now you can´t move at all.
"I think it´s fair, you know how shitty I felt? And today you´re doing like nothing happened? Like I was just.. what did you described me as... as a weird person who said stupid stuff?" Their face coming closer to you. "I think it´s fair to show me some fucking respect." you feel a slight sweet cologne coming from that person.
A scent you know very well, It starts with a fresh burst of citrus, like a mandarin. With a little hint of vanilla and amber adds depth and warmth. This scent is a subtle and comforting, like a cherished memory to you. A cherished person, you know too well.
It can´t be...
Your eyes shift, looking over the mask again, your eyes anaylzing from side to side, like you´re trying to read their mind through the eyes on the mask.
They tilt their head again, the knife slowly going away from your face. You hope that what you thing is just a big misunderstanding, it can´t be her. Not your Sam.
"Sammy?" You mumble as their hand is going away from your mouth. Few tears forming in your eyes.
"Oh look at you, you figured it out." She takes her mask of and it was like a bullet straight through your heart. "Now be quiet or I´ll shut you up." She picks you up, like nothing and wallks quickly into your bedroom.
This was not your Sam, not your friend, she look like her, but her actions were the exact opposite of your comfort person.
She throws you at the bed and you´re now laying on your stomach, she comes closer to you again and whispers into your ear.
"Every woman has her needs, mine is playing with you, (Y/N). Can you blame me?" She chuckles as she repeat what you´ve said earlier. "Ass up." She put her hands on your hips and you put your ass up, as she told you. Too scared to do anything else. "Good girl." Sam praises you.
"S-Sam.." you whine out between with your tears streaming down your face.
"Oh shush, did no one told you to speak nicely about your friends? And not talk-" she spanks you, hard, "shit about your friends?" Sam spanks you again, this time it was even harder.
"I´m sorry, Sam- I didn´t-" you try to talk, but it´s hard when your face is burried in the pillows.
"I. Dont. Want. To. Hear. It. Now." Her voice was harsh and so was her hands on your ass with each words she growls into your ear, even when you have your clothes on, it still hurts too much. "Just take what I give you and then we might talk." Without any warning she takes your pants off, slicing your shirt and throwing it away.
"No bra?" Sam laughs. "You went the whole day without a fucking bra, you´re so pathetic, (Y/N)." She runs her knife on your back, she´s doesn´t want to hurt you really, at least not right now. "You did this on purpose? You´re look so innocent, but you´re not so innocent, are you?" Her hands find its way on your tits, she give them a tight squeeze and you can´t help, but let out a big moan.
You like this, which shock you more than the fact, that Samantha Carpenter broke into your house, just to play with you.
Her big strong arms, oh god how much you love her amrs. The way they hold you during your sleepovers, how they caught you everytime you walk into the street without looking both sides, or how they always brought comfort to you. Everytime.
But now? It´s totally different now, at least that´s what you think and Sam noticed that. And she can´t have you be thinking this much, when she wants to have her sweet time with you.
Her hands playing with your nipples, pinching each one very hard for you to come back to her. And you did, you realize just now that you´re not crying anymore, you´re just a moaning mess.
"You´re doing so good, look at you, mi amor, taking all the spanks as a punishment for how mouthy you were." You can sense the smile in her words and it´s like your Sammy is speaking to you, which instantly make your worries go away. Your body relaxes againt her and she can feel it, it´s like a small win for her. "Good, just like that."
You moan once again, it was more a needy moan than anything else. One second you´re on your stomach and the other one, you´re on your back, Sam holding your waist to scoop you closer to herself. She´s still wearing the black cloak, that don´t scare you anymore. If anything it is kinda attractive, that she´s still in her clothes and you´re just in your panties.
Looking at her with needy eyes was something that Sam saw a many times. Begging her to pick you up after school, or give you her hoodie, when you were cold. Or those many times when you cannot reach something, because it was way to high.
But this time you have this spark in your eyes, the good girl was gone, now Sam could really see the needy whore, who hid under the inoccent cover for the whole time. And this time Sam takes this as the ultimate win.
"Please-" you whine.
The most confident smirk appears on Sam´s face as her hands runs down your body, finally kissing your neck. "Please what?" Sam asks you between those sloppy kisses.
You let out another whine.
"I´m letting you speak, if i was you, i´d better use it." She bites your neck, which will definetly make a nasty bruise.
"Use me." Your move your head, so Sam has better acces to your neck.
"Oh wow, such a fitlhy words, for such a pretty little girl." She chuckles as she keep kissing your neck, her hands finding your tits again.
You never knew your nipples were this sensitive, but Sam knows. Of course she does. You feel as her hands are grooping your breasts, but you´re not satysfied, you want to see her, so you tug on her cloak and let out a whine.
"What?" She mumbles agaist your neck and then she pulls away to make eye contact with you.
"I wanna see you." You tug on her cloak again, "please."
Sam without a beat took her cloak off and she was now in her black underwear, sitting on top of you as your eyes wonder. She gives you a little time for checking her out and god you could stare at her for days. The light in your room making her muscles look even sharper, not that she needs it, but you just can´t have enough of her.
"You´re not so sad now, huh?" She smirks again, fuck how much you hated that confident smirk. Without waiting for your actual response, she dive back, her lips on your neck, making sure that after tonight everybody knows who do you belong to.
After a few minutes of Sam being basically a vampire, she starts to kiss her way down, slowly as she stops at your nipples again. Slowly, but hasrshly sucking on them, making sure to keep an eye contact with you. " Keep your eyes at me." You could cum just from watching her.
She treats you like a blank canvas, and as a skilled artist, she must make sure that you are painted with her in the end and with a pleasure you won´t forget.
Her big muscular hands are sliding down your body, pinching your inner thighs to tease you. She knows what you want, but she won´t give in that easily, even when you´re looking at her with those cute and innocent eyes.
Your hands are sliding off your panties, but Sam qiuckly takes your hands. "They are staying on and keep your hands above your head." Her raspy voice sends shivers down your pussy, that is now drenched, because of her touches and skilled movements.
You put your hands back above your head, wiggling a little to show Sam how impatient you are. She just sends you a quick slap on your thigh and you giggle.
Her finger slowly going up and down your clothed pussy, you can already see how wet your panties are and if Sam wasn´t that needy, she would make fun of you. Seeing you like this gives her so much power and let´s be real you are really feeding her ego.
"Sam!" You move your hips up, hoping she will actually do something.
"(Y/N)!" She mocks you with innocent smile on her face.
"Fuck- I need your fucking hands in me or I swear I´m gonna lose it!" You did lose it already.
"You want my fucking hand in you? You like my hands?" Sam whispers.
"I do! So much! I need your big hands in me, please!" You shift towards her again.
"Aww pretty little girl, do you think that your pussy will take my big hands?" Sam´s finger barerly toucing your slit.
"Yes! I can take it!" You think that you will be crying from the frustration.
"Say it."
"My little pussy will take your big fucking fingers! Hands! Whatever you give me, I can take it, Samantha!" You groan.
"Oh you´re using my full name, you really need it, huh?" She smirks again, but your wish is her command and in the end she wants to make you feel good. Pushing your panties to the side, your juices are everywhere and god she loves it.
"Is this for me?" Sam softly asks.
"Only for you." You give her a small smile.
"In that case-" she slides her two fingers in you, slowly pushing in and out. Sam already feels your pussy pulsating and her fingers get almost swallowed by you. "Oh wow, I was so wrong about you and I´m so happy I was." She adds another finger.
You whine, you feel aready so close, your pussy is feeling like it´s on fire, your hips going up and down and Sam´s just enjoying the view. You want more, so you feel like grabing Sam´s hand is a good idea. She raises her eyebrow and slip her fingers out of you.
You whine out, immedietly feeling empty, you feel like you gonna burst out, you really need to cum, but now you lost everything that felt good.
Sam slaps your pussy one time, but damn it´s painful. "I said, keep your hands to yourself." Her fingers slides quickly back into you, both of you know, that you´re very close.
"Ple-" you can´t even finish the word without a moan.
"Go on, scream. I want you to fucking scream my name, mi amor." She uses both of her hands now, one sliding in and out of you and the other one playing with your clit, which is something that gets you over the edge pretty easily.
Your whole body flex under her touch, this is the best release you ever had, it felt better than anything in this world, she definetly know what she´s doing. As you scream her name, Sam slows down her movements, for you to ride it all out, without being too overstimulated.
Sam gives you two kisses on each of your inner thighs and then kiss her way back up. She´s smiling and you are too.
The atmosphere went from being scared of your life to you having THE time of your life.
"There you go, little girl. How are we feeling hm?" Sam whispers into your ear as she wraps her strong hands around you.
"Fucking confused." You let out a small giggle.
"Watch your tone, young lady." Her hand squeezes your wrist.
"I- I´m good. Just... what just happened?" You lean into her.
Sam laughs as you´re confused. "You know I hate Halloween, you scared the living shit out of me with this prank, Sam. If you wanted to... you know, you could´ve just asked. I though you were some murderer!" You lazily mumble as you are half asleep already.
"Yeah and I love Halloween and asking you for a fuck session is not so fun. Me a murderer? Oh please." She kisses your head.
"Hmm.. whatever." You are too tired to have this conversation with her.
As you fall asleep in the arms of Samantha Carpenter you felt happy, today was really a great day.
Sam made sure you were dead asleep before getting up from the bed, but as soon as she did, you instantly start to move in discomfrot. She quickly grab your teddy bear and made you cuddle him instead and her plan worked. Cute smile was on your face again and Sam was glad you had this stuffie here as a replacement for her, when she needs to do her job. She knew you will be overthing when you woke up to an empty bed, so she quickly scribble down a note.
"I´ll call you later, I had to go to work, -s"
She took her knife that was laying on the ground, take on her cloak and last but not least take on her ghostface mask and went to work.
She was never a murderer, she was and still is just a protector. Especially when it comes to you.
…
Of course you had to call Sam, when you heard the news.
"Hi, how is my sleepyhead?" She chuckles into the phone.
"Hey, um... did you hear the news?" You quickly say to her, as you´re almost out of breath.
"What news?" She asks you.
"There was a murder, someone in a ghostface mask was seen few streets from my dorm. They killed a girl from my statistic class, I mean... I didn´t know her, but it´s still scary." As you say this, goosbumbs appear on your arms.
"Oh shit, that´s... scary even for me. Are you okay?" Sam asks with concern.
"Yeah, I didn´t know her or anything, but it´s crazy. Especially when you can buy the mask anywhere, since you have it too." You ramble over the phone.
"Right. It´s like I killed her, right?" Sam responds.
"Sam, don´t joke about these things. Can you maybe come to mine after work?" You really need her, to protect you and make you feel safe again.
"Give me 15 minutes." And with that Sam hang up. Drove away from the empty parking lot, where she watched your classmate, Tony. She heard a few stories from you, that Tony was being a dick during your presentation and no one can be a dick to you. No one.
And today is Tony’s lucky day, because you need her now and that´s way important. When she´s with you, no one can hurt you.
Only she can and that´s how it should be all the time.
Thank you for reading! Have a great day!!! And tell me what you think<3
#adele writes#samantha carpenter#samantha carpenter x reader#sam carpenter#sam carpenter x reader#ghostface!sam#scream universe#kinktober 2023
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enemies to lovers but one is injured + sentence starters
“ can you walk? “
“ i’m all right. “
“ you’re bleeding. “
“ lean on me. ” “ for support? “ “ yeah, why else? “
“ i’ll get you out of here. ”
“ are you crazy? i’m not leaving you! “
“ if you die on me, then what's the issue? you either live, or you die. “
“ just trust me, yeah? “
“ i don't need your help. “ “ are you sure? cause it sure does look like it. “
“ rich coming from the guy who tried to kill me three days ago. “
“ how bad is it? “ “ it’s bad. “
“ you got shot. there's a bullet in you. i can see it. “ “ i can feel it. “
“ stay with me. don’t close your eyes. “
“ i hate you. oh, i hate you so much right now. “
“ just remove the damn thing. “
“ i’m not a doctor. “
“ it didn't pierce your heart did it? “ “ no, clearly not. “ “that's unfortunate. “
“ you trust me, don't you? “
“ jesus fucking christ, you're annoying. “
“ don't touch me! “ “ how am i supposed to bandage you up if i can't touch you? “
“ don't touch me. “ “ then do it yourself you, egit. “
“ right now, you’re all i have. “
“ you’re going to be okay. we’ll both be. “
“ can you hear me? “
“ i'm scared. “
“ i don't wanna die. “ “ you're not gonna die, you here me? “
“ when have i ever put you in danger? actually, don't answer that. “
“ if i do this, do you promise to stop harassing me? “ “ absolutely not. what kinda sick request is that? “
“ i can’t feel my legs. “
“ can you walk? “ “i’m bleeding. “
“ here, take my gun. “ “ are you crazy? i’ve never used one before! “
“ i can’t get up. you’re gonna have to have to carry me. “
“ come on, i’ll bandage you up. “
“ look, i know we’re not exactly friends, but right now, you're all i got. “
“ you shoot. i distract. “
“ where’s the bullet? hey, i can’t find the bullet! “
“ why are you the one freaking out? i’m the one with a knife in my stomach. “
“ are you squeamish? because it looks like you’re gonna throw up. “
“ you've always impressed me. you're stronger than you look. “
“ you look like shit. “ “ thank you. “
“ here, take my hand. “ “ are you clean? “
“ i'm gonna kill you. “ “ for what, saving your ass? “
“ don't touch me. “ “ okay. shall i leave you here to die, then? “
“ stop it, you're hurting me! “ “ i need to get the knife out. “
“ didn't realize you had it in you. “ “ what? “ “ to care for another person. “
“ trust me, if anybody's going to kill you, it's going to be me. “
“ couldn't just let you die. fair fight and all. “
“ don't remove the knife, or you'll bleed to death. “
“ shut up before i kill you myself. “
“ just wait for me here. “ “ it's not like i can go anywhere. “
“ give me your gun. “ “fuck, no. “
“ why the hell did they stab you? “ “...should i have asked for an explanation? “
“ shut up or i'll give you a real reason to cry. “
“ you owe me. “
“ fuck you, i'm not doing this. “
“ what's wrong with you? you almost got me killed! “
“ yeah, well. perhaps i didn't understand just how much until this very moment. “ “ this is all your fault. “ “ don't act like you're not enjoying yourself. “
“ you're going to kill me, aren't you? “
“ why would you do this? why would you help me? “
“ call it a truce. “
“ why the hell did you stab me? “
“ i don't have anywhere else to go. “
“ i'm glad you're okay. “
“ thank you, for saving my life. “
“ i would have died if it wasn't for you. “
“ you can stay for as long as you need. “
“ we can go back to hating each other tomorrow. “
“ if you need anything, you know where to find me. “
#ask meme#ask memes#rp meme#rp memes#inbox meme#inbox memes#sentence starters#sentence starter#sentence prompts#sentence starter prompt#sentence prompt#sentence starter prompts
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redacted characters as things in my journal 🎀
relatively big tw - there's like vague to explicit mentions of su!cid3 and heavily implied mental self-esteem struggles in this one (i'm alright at the moment, promise) so if that's triggering to you, don't read. this is kinda heavy and maybe disturbing to read to some people i think.
i decided to do this because i though it was kinda fun and cool to like analyse my stuff and the characters a little bit. sorry if this offends anyone ig? idk 😭 i'll be back with the more lighthearted stuff in a couple days okay let's go ->
darlin: "my feelings aren't in my control most of the time. i don't know why i feel this way."
angel before they broke up with micheal: "i think is funny (but i also feel bad) that he's always talking about "getting married" and "forever" when i have a break up letter sitting in my notes."
freelancer: lyrics to "making the bed - olivia rodirgo"
darlin: "i don't wanna talk about him anymore."
damien: "i just want my mom. and i wish i could go up to her just bawling my fucking eyes out like i'm five-years-old without feeling like a fucking failure but i can't... i've survived long enough and i can do it some more."
darlin before sam: "and a part of me will always miss what once was or could have been. but i know they will never be long term, permanent, or reality. i wasn't created to have a happy ending... but i'm okay with this. it makes it easier to slip away and disappear."
cutie: i don't know what so say really. i just feel empty and alone often. i feel out of place. i feel like everything i do is humiliating or straight up wrong. i don't know what's wrong with me."
gavin: "try as i might, i still feel like i am not in my body. living vicariously... through myself?"
baabe: "i should know. my dad didn't want me enough to stay."
lasko: "man what a fucking baby. stop crying over shit that hasn't even happened."
damien before huxley: "i wish i was dead. do you think if [mom] knew she'd wish that too?" (knew that he was gay)
lovely: lyrics to "strangers - ethel cain"
darlin: "i hope it's not my fault when it's all over. i want one thing to not be my fault. but it probably will be."
angel: "why am i crying. again. over and over and over again. it's all i ever do. cry about this or cry about that."
milo post-inversion: "this hurts a lot more than i thought. the thought of feeling like this forever? it sucks."
freelancer: "fucking kill me. i can't breathe."
sam: "is it wrong to think i don't deserve this or that it's not my fault?"
lasko: "it feels like i'm always apologizing."
david: "it really hurts when i need to talk to [him] so bad but i can't."
huxley post-inversion/xavier's death: "is it just always going to feel like this? holy shit this hurts."
damien: "i'm sorry, mom, i'm sorry."
vincent: "the real me? i don't know who that is anymore."
angel: "one more or one less, nobody's worried. my tummy hurts."
darlin before sam: "i don't plan on feeling like this again. i don't plan on "being in love" ever again. as if i know what that feels like... it makes me feel like shit all the time."
cutie: "after this, i'll go back to being alone. like god intended."
asset: "it's kind of sad how i don't even feel like a person sometimes."
lovely: "every so often it hurts so much i think it's gonna rip me apart from the inside."
asher post-inversion: "and it's like, sometimes it straight up feels like i'm gonna die in that moment."
sweetheart: "my greatest sin to men was being a child."
damien: lyrics to "forwards beckon rebound - adrianne lenker"
#can you guess my kins lmfao#this was actually really fun#redacted asmr#redacted audio#redactedverse#redacted darlin#redacted sam#redacted david#redacted freelancer#redacted gavin#redacted milo#redacted damien#redacted asset#redacted asher#redacted sweetheart#redacted angel#redacted huxley#redacted lasko#redacted damn crew#redacted baabe#redacted vincent#redacted lovely#redacted cutie#journal entry#is this gonna get me cancelled :/#part two? lol
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My contribution to the Mouthwashing fandom, incorrect quotes from https://perchance.org/incorrect-quote-generator Have fun or something
Jimmy: I could kill you if I wanted. Swansea: Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special.
Anya: Do you even have a plan? Daisuke: This is the plan! I break you out, chaos, destruction, something something something, we win! Anya: Oh, of course, the old “something something something we win”. That’s a terrible plan!
Anya: Something tells me Jimmy's going to be a bit more unhinged today… Jimmy, holding a lit match and a bag of cheetos: Leave me be, Curly isn't home to stop me, I'm going feral.
Anya: Is there something you would like to say, Daisuke? Daisuke: Oh, there are SEVERAL things I would like to say.
Curly, holding an antique bottle: Is this whiskey or perfume? Swansea: grabs and chugs the entire bottle Swansea: Swansea: It's perfume.
Curly: PLEASE EXPLAIN WHAT UPSEXY IS! Daisuke: Could you rephrase the question, in like, two words maybe?
Daisuke: Today at 7 am, Swansea poured a Monster energy drink in their coffee, said "I'm going to die" and drank the whole thing. Curly: I watched Swansea brew their coffee with Monster instead of water. Three cups in two hours. I think he ascended into the astral realm. Anya: The survivability of the human race never fails to amaze me.
Curly: You remind me of the ocean. Jimmy: Because I'm deep and mysterious? Curly: No, because you're full of salt and you scare people.
Anya: My bad, It’s a knee jerk response. Curly, holding Jimmy's unconscious body: WHOSE KNEE JERK RESPONSE IS TO START THROWING BRICKS AT SOMEONE???
Jimmy: Pardon me, but it sounds like you’re questioning my authority! Swansea: Not at all, Jimmy. Merely your primitive methods.
Swansea: I’m gonna kill you. Jimmy: Get in line!
Swansea: This is a bad idea. Daisuke: Then why are you coming along? Swansea: Someone has to get your injured ass home.
Daisuke: If bees can be fish and boys can be girls, then why can't my dad love me? Swansea: I thought I was going to have to yell at you, but now I think I should hug you.
Curly: What is wrong with you? Jimmy: Many, many things... Jimmy: And most of them are your fucking fault.
Swansea: Could you be anymore annoying? Daisuke: Yes.
Jimmy: You’re alive. Curly: No need to sound so disappointed.
Anya: Why are you on fire? Curly: This is just how my day is going.
Daisuke: I’m not stupid, you know. Swansea: Well, you’re doing a really good impression of it!
Daisuke: eating a cinnamon roll Swansea: Cannibalism. Daisuke: confused chewing noises
Jimmy: I feel like I can be myself around you. Curly: You’re weird and quiet around me. Jimmy: Yes.
Jimmy: Hey, you wanna know a secret? Curly: No. Jimmy: Okay. Curly: Curly: Do you smell smoke? Jimmy: The secret is that the house is on fire.
*Jimmy is talking about their past* Jimmy: I guess it was that day I came home to a cold, empty house, devoid of light and love, and I knew then that my sorrows would only grow. Daisuke: Jimmy, this is the saddest life story I have ever heard! And you haven't even covered the teen years! Curly: Oh, I'm sure it gets better! Jimmy: Ha! No, at eleven, things really took a turn for the worst.
Jimmy: "What are you into?" is such a broad question, like do I reply with a TV series or choking?
Anya: Legend says that when you can’t sleep, it means you’re awake in someone else’s dreams. Anya: When I find out who you are, I’m going to punch you in the face.
Swansea: In alcohol’s defense, I’ve done some pretty dumb shit while completely sober too.
Curly: No problemo! Curly, internally: But it was all problemo.
Swansea: I don't follow the rules. I follow dogs on social media.
Anya: Like they say, "If you can't beat them, curl up in a ball and protect your organs."
Swansea: Well you see, the explanation is perfectly simple and scientific. It was because shut up. Shut up is why.
Daisuke: Sometimes I'll start a sentence and I don't even know where it's going. I just hope I find it along the way.
Anya: There are no friends when playing board games. I am here to win.
Daisuke: Please! Pretend I'm useful!
Curly: I’m the sexiest bitch in this therapy waiting room.
#mouthwashing#mouthwashing game#mouthwashing anya#mouthwashing curly#mouthwashing jimmy#mouthwashing swansea#mouthwashing daisuke#incorrect quotes#incorrect mouthwashing quotes
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Prada You Chapter 13
Summary:
In the summer of 1998, sparks fly between Nyeya and Jey.
Nyeya is an 18-year-old around the way girl. Jey is older, paid, and fine. He is also the leader of the infamous Prada Bois alongside his twin brother Jimmy. The two have chemistry. However, Nyeya has plans outside of her attraction. With a birthday around the corner and dreams of living a good life, Nyeya sets her sights on enjoying the perks of Jey's money and hood celebrity.
But baby girl has no clue what it takes to really be down. Nyeya is about to learn some hard life lessons at the expense of her 'Prada' priced dreams.
Pairing: Jey Uso x Nyeya (Nye) Green (OC)
Author’s Note: This story is happening in an alternative universe. It features the current and original Bloodline members along with other WWE stars. So, the characters are themselves, but some things are switched around for the stories sake. This was originally written with all original characters, but I think it could work better this way. Hope you guys enjoy it and I actually finish it...
Warning: Please be advised that this chapter contains harsh/foul language, mentions of murder, and some toxic language.
Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story (if any). All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.
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Chapter 13: Crumble
The hum of the fan in the corner of my room couldn’t drown out the faint voices floating up from the open window. I was folding laundry, trying to distract myself, when I caught pieces of the conversation. It was the neighbors from downstairs, their familiar cadence unmistakable. I paused, laundry forgotten, as their words sharpened into focus.
“I’m telling you, it wasn’t about no money,” one of them said, her voice hushed but firm.
“Then what was it about? “Cause Melo wasn’t no trouble for them. That boy was tryna change his life around for his mama sake,” the other asked.
“Disrespect. That’s all it takes with those Prada Bois. You cross the wrong one, and it’s over. Carmelo must’ve pissed one of them off real bad. Probably Jimmy, you know he got some screws loose.”
I crept closer to the window, the knot in my stomach tightening with every word. Disrespect? That didn’t make sense. Carmelo wasn’t about that; he wasn’t the type to poke a bear unless he had a reason. But the more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt.
“So crazy,” the second voice murmured. “Killing someone over something so petty. But that’s the Prada Bois for you. I wish the laws would do something about them, but I know ain’t nothing gone change until a war happen and it start affecting the right people.”
Their conversation faded, but the unease clung to me like a second skin. I couldn’t stop replaying it in my head, trying to fit the pieces together. If Carmelo had died over something as petty as disrespect, what did that say about Jey?
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The next morning, I was in the kitchen making breakfast when Michael wandered in, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
“You need to learn how to cook, dude. I can’t keep doing this,” I said, flipping a pancake onto his plate.
He mumbled something that sounded like an insult before sliding into a chair. As I turned back to the stove, he spoke up.
“Oh, damn. I almost forgot. That dude you cheating on Jey with gave me 50 dollas to give you something. Let me go it.”
My mouth dropped open, “I know you ain’t accusing nobody of shit. And how you even know about what me and Jey got going?” My hands were on my hips as he ignored me to head back to his room.
He entered the kitchen a minute later with a folded-up piece of paper in his palm. I walked over to grab it out his hands, but he pulled his hand behind his back. “I should charge yo’ ass but since you made breakfast I won't.”
I rolled my eyes, snatching it out of his hand. “Where’d you get this?” I asked, my voice tight.
“Damian. He rolled up on me yesterday while I was hoopin’,” Michael said with a shrug. “Pulled out a fifty for me to give it to you and not say shit about it. But if y’all gon’ keep sneaking behind Jey back I’ma need more money.”
“Michael, shut up. Ain’t nothing going on with me and him. And tell me how you know I’m in a relationship with Jey?”
He smirked, “Girl, who you think I am? I know shit and all y’all business out here anyway. I told you to leave his crazy ass alone but you gon’ learn.”
My face heated. I couldn’t believe Jey had me out here like this. And Michael was another loose end I wasn’t expecting. I turned my attention back to what was in my hands and unfolded the note, my eyes scanning the short, sharp message:
Meet me Downtown tomorrow night at 10. At parking garage by the train station.
My stomach twisted. Damian wasn’t the type to reach out. He went through the trouble of getting Kiyah number and calling her to paying Michael to give me a note. Whatever he wanted to say, it had to be important. My curiosity peaked.
“When you gon’ tell mama you messing with that old ass man,” Michael asked, his voice curious but laced with something else. I didn’t like it.
“When I’m good and ready to,” I lied, tucking the note into my pocket. “Just keep your mouth shut and we good.”
Michael gave me a look, “You ain’t got to worry about me telling her but the way yo’ business in these streets like pavement somebody else will.”
I walked back to the stove, though my appetite had vanished. He was right and I hated when his ass was right.
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The sun was just beginning to set when I left the beauty supply store later that day, a small bag of items swinging at my side. The air was warm and heavy, the streets quieter than usual. I had just turned the corner when I heard the low rumble of an engine. I looked up to see Jey’s car idling at the curb.
“Nye,” he called, leaning out the window. “Get in.”
I hesitated, clutching my bag tighter. “I’m good. I’ll walk. I don’t want to talk to you right now.”
I continued walking, trying to ignore him. I wasn’t about to argue with this man again in public. What Michael had said this morning stuck with me. I had to move smarter, control my emotions.
But Jey wasn’t taking no for an answer. He pulled up alongside of me, going the same pace as I was.
My annoyance with his antics was at an all-time high. I could feel tears pooling in the corner of my eyes. Not from sadness, just anger. We got a block down the road before my emotions got the best of me.
“What do you not understand? I don’t want to talk to you. I ain’t got shit to say and neither do you. I’m not getting in that car with yo’ looney ass. You done acted a fucking fool with me in public one too many times, Jey. Like go do that nut shit elsewhere.” I lashed, chest heaving.
Jey calmly put the car in park and hopped out. I stood there, eyeing him and street up ahead. I was two blocks from home. I could run but I couldn’t outrun him in no car. He must’ve sensed I was thinking about running. And slid an uncovered tatted arm around neck, holding me hostage.
I looked up meeting his eyes. “Let me go, Jey. I can walk home.”
His eyes darkened. “Nyeya, I ain’t asking no mo’. Get in the fucking car or I will help you get in the fucking car.” His arm had tightened around my neck as I struggled to get away.
We were so close I could feel his hot breath against my ear. “Nyeya, I will show my ass. You said you didn’t want that right. Cool. Get in the car. Now.”
There was no mistaking the edge in his voice. I knew better to push further so I stopped struggling. I opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. He shut the door behind me and jogged to the driver’s side, getting in. We pulled away, leaving the scene.
“Why you been dodging me?” he demanded, his grip on the steering wheel tight.
“I’ve been busy,” I said, staring out the window.
He scoffed. “Busy doing what? Thinking about how much I’ve done for you and how little I get back? Thinking about putting yo’ hands on me? Oh I see, you busy tryna leave me, huh. You done lost yo’ damn mind girl.”
That hit a nerve. I turned to him, my voice sharp. “You think throwing money around makes up for everything else? It doesn’t, Jey. Money don’t excuse your behavior. You got me out here looking crazy. I don’t how you get down with them other hoes, but I told you how this was gon’ go. You act stupid, I’ll act dumb.”
He slammed a hand against the steering wheel, the sound making me jump. “You don’t appreciate shit, do you? You think you can just take and bounce? Nah, Nyeya. I told you upfront what this was, and you sat your little ass right there making promises to be here. And you think I wasn’t gone hold you to it. Ain’t no leavin’.”
“I didn’t ask for this!” I snapped back. “Nothing about you said you was gon’ have me out here looking a fool. You making it hard to stay with your bullshit. Get it the fuck together and maybe I can keep my promise. I ain’t sign up for this shit if this is what it is. You got it. Fuck them promises.”
The silence was deafening. Jey gripped the steering wheel tight, his knuckles pale. His eyes never left the road.
“You think you can just walk away? Like this shit don’t matter?” His voice was cold, sharp.
I stared out the window, refusing to engage.
“You ain’t going nowhere, Nye. It’s me and you, baby.”
When he finally pulled up to my building, he leaned close, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m giving you 48 hours to get ya mind right. Answer the phone when I call. I ain’t asking, Nyeya. I’m telling you.”
I got out, slamming the door behind me. I didn’t look back.
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The following night, Downtown was alive with energy. The city lights flickered, casting shadows that seemed to chase me as I stood by the parking garage. Damian’s car slid into view, headlights cutting through the dark. Without a word, he leaned over and popped the passenger door open. I slid in, and he pulled off without hesitation.
The hum of the engine filled the silence between us. Finally, Damian spoke.
“You good? After what went down on the Fourth?”
I hesitated. “I’m fine.”
Damian scoffed quietly. “Nah, you ain’t. But that’s none of my business. Listen, Nyeya, you need to leave Jey alone. For good.”
I crossed my arms, leaning back against the seat. “We just on the outs right now. Jey’s just been done wrong too many times. He’s guarded, but it’ll work itself out.”
Damian’s laugh was hollow. “It won’t. Jey doesn’t change. He just makes people regret crossing him.”
I exhaled slowly, the weight of his words pressing down on me. I stared ahead, unsure if I even wanted to ask, but the question clawed its way out.
“Did the Prada Bois kill Carmelo?”
Damian’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. His silence stretched thin.
“Damian. Tell me the truth.”
His jaw clenched before he finally spoke. “Yeah. We did.”
The air left my lungs. “Why?”
“Because Carmelo crossed a line,” Damian said flatly. “Jey doesn’t tolerate disrespect. It doesn’t matter how small it is. If he feels threatened, it’s over. Things get handled.”
I swallowed hard. “Are you saying Jey put that hit out?”
Damian stared ahead, unblinking. “I didn’t say that. But you know Jey. Nothing happens without his say-so.”
“No... Jey wouldn’t do that. Not to Melo. Perhaps, Jimmy did.”
Damian let out a frustrated sigh. “You really think he wouldn’t? Open your eyes, Nye. This is who he is. This is who you’ve attached yourself to.”
The city lights blurred past us, but everything felt distant, unreal. Memories of Jey’s cold stares, his possessiveness, his unpredictable rage swirled in my mind. The pieces were there, fitting together far too well.
But I couldn’t let myself believe it.
“You need to get out while you still can,” Damian muttered. “Before you end up in too deep. Unable to walk away.”
I turned to the window, my throat tight. The truth was suffocating, but denial felt safer.
And that terrified me even more.
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random twitter prompts !
i am far too mentally ill to be this unpopular on social media.
i’m just a dust particle, i’m not supposed to pay bills.
i woke up again still not a retired millionaire. this is bullshit.
girls aren’t that complicated, just hold our hands, make us laugh, bring us iced coffee and the beating hearts of all those who have wronged us.
my weighted blanket won't let me join your morning hike.
it’s not a situationship, i’m doing an unpaid internship in his heart.
healing isn’t enough. i need my memory erased.
not to be a pathetic loser but i'd spend the rest of my life with you.
wanna spice up date night? harvest his organs!
i don't want to fuck him, i just think "he looks cool" has less impact.
men are so cute when they are openly down bad for their girlfriends.
that's a grown man with dick and balls.
hate remembering that, to my coworkers, I’M the coworker… don’t they know i'm different.
babe are you okay? you haven't said "that's that me espresso" once today..
it hurt me so bad i started studying.
this was $30. should i kill myself?
no soda this summer! i'm only drinking water and pussy juice!!
i love you [name]. i'm going to fucking blow up the whole world for you.
my body is a machine that turns reassurance into more reasons to be concerned.
you gotta eat the dirt for your immune system. your body craves the dirt. stop denying yourself the dirt.
no worries. just gonna bang my head against the wall about it.
imagine dating me because you think i'm pretty, then boom. 83 texts in a row of me begging for attention.
i don’t watch porn. i prefer to fantasize about abstract things like having a brain that lets me enjoy being alive.
women do not want engagement rings. they want engagement heavy plate armor.
you could cry a river and i would build us a raft to float on.
debating if i should continue my healing journey, or go insane.
i was fine, then i started thinking.
some guy commented ‘beautiful’ on your tiktok, so i found out where he lives. do you want food?
very fucked up how eating well and working out regularly actually makes you feel better.
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Open door-Elijah mikealson
Warnings- breeding, slapping,overstimulation, p in v,
Word count, 1418
(Search up what the mikealson compound looks like first it will make more sense)
Elijah had just gotten back from being out with klaus dealing with yet another person trying to kill them, nothing new. See to you Elijah is the bane of your existence, you just cannot stand him and he can’t stand you either it’s been that way for as long as you can remember.
You where in the upstairs guest bedroom because you where staying at the compound with the mikaelsons temporarily since you where a close friend to the family and had to move out of your previous apartment, Elijah protested when Rebecca and klaus said you could stay here untill you find a place but it didn’t work and here you are.
You were just casually cleaning the guest room because it hadn’t been used in decades, considering the mikealsons rarely let people stay in their home. You exit the room with the big blankets in your arms covering a part of your vision, so it comes as a surprise when you suddenly run right into a rock hard chest as your turning the corner, you lower the blankets to see who it was. You see Elijah staring right down into your eyes.
“You should really watch where you are going” he says in a stern voice but something was off, you could tell something was different with him. “Your the one who has full sight of whatever is infront of them, i literally have these 2 huge blankets in my arms I didn’t see you.” You say to him in a harsh voice “you really don’t wanna do this with me right now” he says. He seems on edge like something is wrong.
“Why do you seem on edge did something happen when you were out with klaus? Is there like a serious threat?” You say concerned. “No nothing happened” he says and try’s to move past you, but you stop him determined to figure out why he was acting like this. “I can tell something’s up what’s going on and why are you hiding it from me?” You say, he sighs angrily before saying “I said nothing is wrong let me by now I need to go to my room.” “No not untill you tell me what’s happening because if there a threat to you guys there’s a threat to me too.” You say and drop the blankets on the ground beside you. “God can you just stop it I have something I need to do.” “No im not gonna let you just walk away from me!” You start to raise your voice growing annoyed that he’s hiding something this important.
Elijah has had it with you, he grabs you and pins you tightly against the wall, catching you off gaurd. “Elij-“ he cuts you off “you really wanna know what’s up with me? I was just trying to do something and you left the door to your room opened while you fully changed and now I am trying to hold back my thoughts as I imagine just what I wanna do to you right now” he says and you stare into his eyes in shock. “Elijah I didn’t know my door was opened..” “yeah well it was” he says as the tension between you guys grows. “I’m sorr-“ he cuts you off once again by saying “don’t apologize it was a beautiful view but I know I can’t have you so I have to go sort myself out in my bedroom” “why do you think you can’t have me?”
His gaze deepens as he try’s to resist the urge to smash his lips onto your right then and there “you have no idea how bad I want you right now” he says as he’s starting to lose control. You take your hand and start to fiddle with the buttons on his button-up shirt, you look down to the bulge in his pants and back up to his eyes. “You have no idea how much I want you right now either Elijah” that’s all it took for him to loose control and smash his lips onto yours in an intense kiss that set off a million butterflies in your stomach, he picks you up slightly hinting at you to wrap your legs around his hips, so you do. “Fuck Elijah” you moan as he starts to trail kisses along your jaw down to your neck. “Elijah what is someone sees us we are on full display if anyone walks into the compound” “I don’t care I’m gonna take you right here right now on this wall” you cant help but have more butterflies go off in your stomach from his neediness, you love it. He brings his hand down to grip your ass, he squeezes slightly then pulls your little skirt up so he has access to your slick clit. “So wet for me already?” You quietly moan at his words, he then rips off your underwear and starts to rub his thick fingers up and down to get you ready to take his cock.
You reach your hand down to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants and underwear down just enough for his huge cock to come out, you can’t see it from the angle though. He lines his tip up to your entrance and he quietly whimpers from the anticipation of being inside your tight cunt. He then abruptly goes balls deep inside you starts pounding you faster then ever, you scream in pleasure and surprise and start moaning so loud. “Oh my god, Elijah how big are you I feel like I’m being destroyed oh my god” “haha I’m 9 inches long and 5 inches girth” he starts moaning at the pleasure of being inside you, “fuck baby your so tight, tightest I’ve ever had” he continues at his ungodly pace with giving you no time to adjust to his size, “holy fuck Elijah your so good” your moaning his name as he pounds into your pussy faster then you would have ever thought was possible, fuck your getting close already and you can tell. “Im gonna cum right in this little pussy of yours, I’m gonna fuck my seed right into your uterus and your gonna take every last drop of it.”
“Fuck Elijah yes I want it so bad” you start begging “I’m gonna give it to you” “I’m getting close” you moan loudly as you feel the pit in your stomach growing, “not untill I say so” he slaps your ass hard to make sure you know to not cum untill given permission “fuck please Elijah I need it so bad” “wait until I tell you your allowed to.” He says sternly. He somehow goes faster and harder if that’s even possible, with every thrust he’s almost fully removing himself and then going balls deep once again, “I’m so close” you clench around his cock. “Okay baby let it go” you suddenly feel your orgasm hit you as he continues at his ungodly pace he’s been fucking you with this whole time, your orgasm comes to an end and he’s still fucking you but now it’s harder and not as fast, “im gonna cum in this pretty little pussy of yours, I’m gonna breed you and fuck my seed into you” he suddenly pulls out of you completely and turns you guys around so your bent over the railing of the compound and he’s behind you holding your hands behind your back. He slams into your without a warning and starts using his vamp speed to fuck into your and your screaming his name and shaking from the pleasure, “ohhh I’m gonna cum” he starts moaning “you feel so good baby” “I’ve wanted this for so long- fuck” you clench around his huge member as you feel your 2nd orgasm coming around “I’m gonna cum” you both say, he then releases his thick white ropes of cum into your pussy as you hit your orgasm, he doesn’t stop fucking you as you guys are both cumming harder then ever, he fucks his cum right into your pussy just like he said he would, after about 2 minutes you guys both come to a stop and he pulls out of you, and you try to get up but can’t so he picks you up. He brings you to the shower and cleans you up as he starts the bath with your favourite bath-bomb, after he’s done washing you up in the shower he places you in the warm bathtub.
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Hellooo, I was wondering if you could do MCYT with an S/O who has ADHD? (Mostly hyperfixates on horror games, etc.) I personally have a bad habit of walking around till my legs are sore (my leg has been sore for the past three days please help I can't get rid of this energy ahh-) and how MCYT would react to that/stop Y/N from. Doing that lol
HELP THIS IS SO REAL BAHAHHAHABA ; thank you for the request 🫶🫶 ; sorry if anything seems a little wrong, I'm kinda looking into if I have adhd but obv idk and I'm not diagnosing myself, but I obviously am not diagnosed so I don't know the full ins and outs and I know it's a spectrum, so uh yeah 👍 hopefully I did good lol
MCYT ; ADHD shenanigans
includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu & quackity
warnings ; language
masterlist
TOMMYINNIT
he'll walk into your stream, sit down, look at your screen, then blankly stare at you when he realizes what you're playing
"Dude. are you streaming FNAF again?"
you nod with a smile "yupppp"
he spends the rest of your stream talking to chat and trying to scare you more
you're just talking about the lore and shit and he's loosely hanging onto it LMAO
if you're just like pacing around the house he'll look up at you like "bro you okay?"
will genuinely join in as well, he's always got the energy
he doesn't mean to enable like hurting yourself to a point, but once he realizes he is kind of enabling it he'll immediately stop
"sit down, here, skip leg day for once, focus on those noodle arms of yours"
"says you! the fuck?"
RANBOO
let's you rant about your fixations and the lore and whatnot
I mean they won't deny that the Blair Witch Project video game is really good
they even buy you posters of the Blair Witch Project movie and video game (we don't talk about the movies after the first...)
even gets you merch off the official game site too (if that exists? I'm not sure istg there was merch tho)
they start to get a little fixated on it too considering they love hearing about the lore and theories from you and stuff
they even play it on stream and dedicate it to you
"thanks for the content y/n"
when you're running through the house, he'll race with you for a while before finding some other ways for you to release energy without making yourself sore
at one point he just gives you coffee that way you'll crash and burn after a few hours
I mean at least you don't feel like your legs are about to pop off your body
FREDDIE BADLINU
invested in the resident evil lore because of you
"I saw this and thought of you" AND ITS A LEON KENNEDY EDIT LMFAOOO
I mean yeah
loves hearing you rant about the games and everything, he could listen to you talk for hours
when you're all strung up on energy he also enables it without realizing at first
when he can tell it's more than just being energetic he'll help you find ways to calm down
if need be, he'll read to you, instant sleep I swear
or when he starts talking you'll be fully invested in his words
"yknow, Google listed among us as a horror game and I really cannot-"
NIKI NIHACHU
the amount of dead by daylight merch and the amount of money that you've spent on it is kinda concerning
but she loves listening to you rant about how the kill animations are so awesome and about new maps and characters and dlcs
I mean it's your current fixation, of course she'd listen to every single word you'd have to say
she even plays with you on stream a lot as well
when you're strung up on energy, she'll take you out for a run, you're like a dog on a leash though because she's not trying to lose you
"niki, come on! I wanna see the water snakes!"
"I'm coming, I can't sprint like you do, darling!"
QUACKITY
"of all the games, why is five nights at freddy's the one you're fixated on?"
he loves hearing you rant and explain lore and theories to him tho
genuine love language
he'll even play it on stream with you
"and the purple guy basically killed all the kids, and the kids basically scared him into the springlock suit and it literally killed him so he possesses that suit now-"
he'll just joke about the amount of energy you have
like Ranboo, will serve you coffee so you can crash and burn considering you end up begging him to help you
#lowkeyrobin#mcyt x reader#mcyt preferences#mcyt oneshot#tommyinnit x reader#quackity x reader#ranboo x reader#badlinu x reader#freddie badlinu x reader#niki nihachu x reader#nihachu x reader#gn reader#gender neutral reader#they/them reader
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some kpop stans genuinely need a fucking reality check actually some of u little ku klux keyboard klan members need to go outside and touch grass instead of mouth-breathing ur wack ass opinions that deserve a death sentence and i mean f(x) electric shock nananana death sentence. why are u going out of your way to defend people like zico? kris wu?? taeil??? seungri???? i cant stand some of you hoes i gotta sit tf down to stop myself from filming a live where i kill myself with everyone watching to change the trajectory of ur sad sad lives. wanna get picked so bad by a bunch of googy boogy rapists and child touchers the fuck is wrong with yall ashy asses bro. what u bitches need is to get picked by a priest and the feds. weirdos fr
#stan twitter#stan twt#kpop#kpop stans#kpop stans need to be put down#ur daddy doesnt love u#moon taeil#nct#nct u#nct 127#neo culture technology#nct dream#nct wish#nct 2018#nct 2020#wayv#superm#zico#block b#lee seungri#seungri#seungri kys#kris wu#exo#big bang
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