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obsessedwrhys · 3 months ago

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ᯓ★ Kurt finds you hurting yourself. Graphic description of cuts and scars/gore (?), SH, comfort, can be read as platonically or intimately. Reader is fem!! (I do not condone to anything in this fic. I just wanted to provide comfort to those who need the love they deserve.)

۫ ꣑ৎ Please reach out to someone if you're going through a tough time. Do not suffer in silence. YOU deserve to feel safe just like many others. Warning, this may be triggering for some so PLS DONT FORCE YOURSELF TO READ IF ITS TOO MUCH

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How you found yourself starting this habit was like a haze. You don't remember it all that well, but the emotions, the overwhelming emotion of guilt and pain always made it feel like it was just yesterday.

You had your reasons to carry out such acts.

But you knew that those reasons weren't an excuse for this.

Deep down you knew it was bad... but if it's bad, why does it make you feel so much better?

Should you feel guilty for wanting to be better?

After all, you never really knew how to express yourself... it always felt like this was the only way for it.

You made your way through the corridors of the mansion. The others had went for a mission so it was just you left behind. Why you weren't chosen to go was unclear but you had a grudge on why.

You tried your hardest to ignore it but you can feel how everybody was beginning to worry about you.

Moments where they'd take short glances of you...

Asking you if you wanted to hangout more...

Even secret talks regarding your wellbeing...

You'd be an idiot if you chose to believe your change of behaviour wasn't taking its effects on the others. You just feel like you've lost the spark you used to have in you. But can they blame you when you no longer have the energy to fight?

You retreated to your room, sitting on your bed to stare at the ground for a good few seconds before letting out a sigh. You searched through your drawers, looking for the exact thing you needed to get your mind off of these thoughts.

You really wanna stop... but it's so hard to...

Your hand just itches each time...

Your mind was a race track where the thoughts won't stop until one finally crashes.

You pulled up the sleeve of your hoodie, collection of scars that went back to weeks ago. Maybe even months. You're not sure and you could care less about it.

One...

Two....

Three....

Four.........

You continued on, the sight of the blood made you feel alive again. It was like you've pulled the curtain aside to reveal what was behind it. Your flesh and blood. Your very proof of existence. To prove you were real and breathing.

However that moment of euphoria soon vanished... you stare, almost blankly at the cuts as the blood continued on dripping out.

Why do you never feel good enough?

When will the time come where this moment will just be a faded memory?

Why—

Suddenly there was a knock on the door but before you could respond, it opened by itself.

"(Y/N) I wanted to—"

The sight left him quiet. Kurt, who's smile was on his face dropped immediately the second he saw what was happening. You stare back, guilt heavy in your gaze as your face turned red.

Oh nononononono....

Whatdoyoudo?run??hide???kickhimout???

Before you can even think of how to act, he was the first to act, he took a few steps inside your room before closing the door shut behind him. He approaches you, carefully, almost like you were a wild animal he didn't wanna scare off because it was clear you felt tensed and afraid of how he may react.

Once he was close enough, he looked at you with a concerned expression on his face. It was visible to see that he was more worried about your wellbeing than anything right now.

"Do you wanna talk?" He knelt down in front of you, his eyes roamed over your body to see just how much harm you’ve done to yourself.

You look at him, afraid to speak. Afraid he may not understand and right away, he understood what you were trying to express in your eyes and he tilts his head with a sympathic smile.

"…I’m not angry at you" He said, a soft and understanding expression on his face as he looked at you.

Just then, Kurt slowly reaches out to you and places his hands over yours, gently prying the blade from your hands. Even though the sight of the blood on your hands worries him, he manages to keep a calm and relaxed demeanor for your sake.

"Shhh. It's okay...it's okay..." He mumbles to you in a soft comforting tone as he sets the blade aside and gently take your bloody hands back in his.

Even though some may get on his. It didn't matter, all that mattered to him, was making you feel okay.

Sensing you didn't have the strength to speak... and seeing the tears forming in your eyes. He caresses the sides of your face to wipe the tears away with his thumb. His touch was gentle and in a way it comforted you.

Your avoiding eyes finally locked with his, just to be met with his warm and soft yellow eyes that made your heart melt. Despite how seeing the slight fear in your own eyes made his heart ache, he manages to give you a soft smile.

"It's going to be okay..." He assured as he held you closely against his chest, gently rubbing your back in a soothing manner. He was slightly surprised at how small your body felt in his arms, but that just made him want to hold you more tightly in his arms and tell you that everything would be alright.

"You're not alone... I'm here for you. I promise..." He softly placed his hand on the back of your head and gently stroked your hair.

His words and how he was treating you made you feel seen.

Cared for.

Loved.

"I'm sorry" You tried to stop your tears but you were unable to hold everything in anymore. At the same time, the burn of the cut made your skin itch.

"Shhh... it's okay" He muttered, holding you tighter to have you cry on his chest.

"You don't have to apologize... Shhh... it's going to be alright..." He continued on stroking your hair comfortingly while he rest his head on top of yours.

Kurt hold you closely to his chest, his arms wrapped around you as you cried like your lungs were burning. His cheek was now rested against the top of your head and how he carried on to make gentle hushing noises in an attempt to soothe you made you feel appeased.

"You're safe... you're safe... I promise you’re safe with me" He said.

The room was quiet as you two remained in each other's arms. No amount of words could express how belonged you felt in his embrace. Even though your face was a mess of tears and snot, he didn't care if it was getting all over his shirt because none of that mess is equal to the situation you're in right now.

By the time you have calmed down, he felt it was the okay time to treat your scars now. Being as gentle as he could, he lifted your head so he could look at your self-inflicted wounds, his expression showing his concern but not a trace of judgement.

"Let me help you" He said softly, his voice just as gentle as his touch.

You watched when he got up to get a band aid kit from your closet. Then returning back on the bed, the mattress sinking back down from his weight. Kurt grabbed a piece of clean towel and you couldn't help but find the sight of him dapping it gently on your cuts with such focus touching.

After applying a thin layer of antibiotics, he took a roll of sterile gauze from inside the first-aid kit and gently wrapped the gauze around your hands and arms to help stop the bleeding and prevent further scarring if possible. His touch was firm but tender, his fingers carefully wrapping the gauze around your wounds.

Once he had finished bandaging your hands and arms, he gently cupped your face in his hands and looked at you with care in his eyes.

"Are you feeling better now?" He asked and you hesitated... then nodded.

Seeing you nod made him feel a bit relieved, but he could still sense that you were feeling vulnerable and fearful. He looks at you with a glint of hope.

"You don't have to tell me everything now... let's take it slowly... hm?" He said and you nodded again, a grateful smile on your face.

"Mein hübsches mädchen" He leaned in, resting his forehead on yours as he closes his eyes.

"Lieber Gott, bitte schütze dieses Mädchen vor allem Bösen und Schaden. Helft ihr, sich zu erholen und zu heilen. Schenke ihr Frieden und Trost in dieser schwierigen Zeit" He uttered, a prayer you assumed, his voice was small and hushed that it was comforting listening to him.

When he finally opened his eyes, he smiles at you, his fangs becoming noticeable as well.

"What do you say we raid the kitchen? Hm?" He asked and with that playful look on his face. It was hard to say no.

"Yeah..." You answered and he gave you one last squeeze of a hug.

"I know you're hurt and scared, mein liebling. But I promise I'll always be here for you. Together we can get through anything" He said, his words being enough to make you feel better now.

"Thank you"

Deep down you knew your habits would still haunt you but at least now you felt there was somebody there for you, to help and care for you.

Healing itself has no end but is a lifelong journey.

A journey Kurt is willing to go on with you.

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tipsynight0 · 2 months ago

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Possessions kiss

Paring - jeff the killer x female reader

Trigger warnings - jealousy, possessiveness, toxic relationship, abuse, blood, broken bones, violence, threats, mature themes.

Synopsis - jeff had a shitty mission and takes it out on toby and (y/n)

Word count - 1.6k

A uthors note - I’m sorry but I like making this man angsty as hell, I dont condone this type of behaviour I just simply write it. It is creepypasta after all and Jeff is quite the character to begin with. Anyway, thank you for the crazy amount of love I’ve been receiving. I’m just doing this shit for pure therapeutic reasons and I’m glad so many of you are enjoying it <<3

Three agonizing days of trudging through the bitter cold, snow whipping against his face, and all for nothing. The target—Jeff’s kill—was already dead. Worse, the one who stole his thunder was Toby, the jittering, stuttering pain in his ass who always managed to get under his skin. Jeff’s fists clenched at the thought, knuckles whitening against the cold. The icy wind wasn’t the only thing making his blood run hot.

He slammed the mansion door behind him, the crack of wood against wood echoing through the empty halls. His boots were caked in snow and mud, leaving wet, dirty prints on the floor as he kicked them off carelessly. His jaw was set in a hard line, his breath coming out in heavy puffs, like a storm waiting to break. No one was around to witness the brooding fury that seemed to radiate off him in waves, but that didn’t calm the growing rage gnawing at his insides.

With heavy steps, he trudged up the stairs, the quiet of the mansion only amplifying his agitation. His body ached from the cold, the kind of bone-deep chill that even a steaming hot shower wouldn’t cure, but it wasn’t just the cold that was bothering him. Toby had taken what was rightfully his. And if that wasn’t bad enough, the house was too quiet—too still.

Where the hell was (Y/N)?

His mind reeled as he reached the bathroom, his jaw tightening as he entered. Immediately, the familiar scent of her perfume hit him. Sweet, delicate, floral. Completely at odds with the chaos inside him. It clung to everything she touched, an irritating reminder of how she had woven herself into his life.

Jeff’s lip curled in frustration. Her meticulously organized row of perfumes, skincare bottles, and other girly shit cluttered the counter. He reached out and, with a sweep of his hand, shoved her things aside, not caring where they fell. They tumbled over each other, bottles clinking as they scattered in disarray. A petty victory, but one that briefly sated the growing anger inside him.

But it wasn’t enough.

As he brushed his teeth, he leaned over the sink, his eyes narrowing at his reflection. Tired, bloodshot eyes stared back at him, but what irritated him more was how (Y/N) had her toothbrush placed so perfectly beside his. How her towels were neatly folded while his were haphazardly thrown around the room. He couldn’t stand the neatness, the way she tried to bring order to the chaos that was his life. So, after rinsing his mouth, he spat a thick wad of toothpaste directly into the sink, leaving it there like a challenge. She’d have no choice but to clean it up, and that small, spiteful act brought a ghost of a smile to his lips.

Still, something gnawed at him—a tension in the air that wouldn’t let up. As he pulled on a plain black T-shirt and flannel pants, the mansion’s silence felt oppressive, pressing down on him. Something was off. Where was she?

Jeff stepped out into the hallway, his heavy footsteps echoing against the wooden floors. As he moved toward the far end of the house, he noticed something—a muffled sound. Laughter. And not just any laughter—her laughter. It was light, familiar, and it made his gut twist in the worst way.

His steps faltered, his body going rigid as he approached Toby’s door. The closer he got, the more he could hear—(Y/N)’s soft laughter, followed by Toby’s stuttering voice.

Jeff’s grip tightened on the doorknob, a slow burn of anger building inside him, his breaths growing shallow as he peered through the crack in the door. The sight before him was enough to set his blood on fire.

There she was, sitting on the floor, laughing as she held a handful of Uno cards. Toby, his goddamn twitchy, annoying self, was sitting far too close, his body angled toward hers, that stupid grin on his face as he tapped her knee like it was the most natural thing in the world.

That single touch—the light brush of Toby’s hand against (Y/N)’s leg—was all it took. The rage inside Jeff erupted like a tidal wave.

Without thinking, Jeff slammed the door open, the force of it crashing against the wall with a deafening bang. The sudden intrusion sent (Y/N)’s cards scattering across the floor, her laughter immediately dying in her throat as her eyes shot up to meet his. Toby flinched, but before he could even react, Jeff was on him.

“You piece of shit,” Jeff growled, his voice low and dangerous, dripping with venom. In an instant, his hand was wrapped around Toby’s collar, yanking him off the floor with the strength of a man possessed. Toby’s back slammed against the wall, hard enough to rattle the pictures hanging beside him.

Toby’s eyes widened in panic, his stuttering breathing erratic as he raised his hands in a feeble attempt to pry Jeff’s iron grip off his throat. “J-J-Jeff, w-wait—”

But Jeff wasn’t listening. The rage had fully taken over. “First, you take my fucking kill,” he spat, his voice shaking with barely contained fury. He didn’t wait for an answer. His fist flew, connecting with Toby’s jaw in a brutal crunch. Blood immediately gushed from the impact, splattering across the floor and the wall.

“Then you touch my (Y/N)?” Jeff’s voice dropped to a lethal whisper as his fist struck again, this time smashing into Toby’s nose. Blood sprayed from the broken cartilage, Toby’s head snapping back with the force of the blow.

“Jeff! Stop!” (Y/N)’s voice cut through the tension, panicked and sharp as she rushed forward, grabbing his arm. But her grip was small, insignificant against the hurricane that was Jeff. His rage had him in a chokehold, refusing to let go.

Toby’s head lolled to the side, barely conscious, his twitching body sliding down the wall as he let out a pathetic laugh. Jeff’s breath was heavy, his chest rising and falling with each angry exhale, his fists still clenched and dripping with blood—Toby’s blood.

With one last shove, Jeff released Toby, letting him crumple to the ground in a pathetic heap. His body was twitching uncontrollably, a mess of blood, bruises, and broken bones, but Jeff didn’t even spare him another glance. His eyes were solely focused on (Y/N), the object of his rage and his obsession.

“Don’t you fucking speak,” Jeff growled, his voice so low it was almost a hiss. In an instant, his bloodied hand shot out, grabbing (Y/N) by the wrist and yanking her out of the room with brutal force. She stumbled, her feet dragging across the floor as she cast one last glance at Toby, who lay crumpled on the floor in his blood-soaked mess.

The hallway seemed to stretch out endlessly as Jeff dragged her toward their shared room, his grip tight and unyielding. He slammed the door behind them with enough force to make the walls shake.

(Y/N) stood there, arms crossed over her chest, her expression a mixture of fury and disbelief. “What the hell was that for, Jeff?” she demanded, her voice shaking with a combination of fear and anger.

Jeff didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stalked toward her like a predator cornering its prey, his dark eyes locked on hers, dangerous and filled with a possessive hunger. His breath was still labored, his damp hair clinging to his forehead, but his gaze never wavered.

Without warning, he grabbed her by the throat. His grip was firm, not quite enough to cut off her air supply, but tight enough to make her feel the threat in every breath. He leaned in close, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he spoke in a low, deadly voice.

“Next time, I’ll break his hand,” Jeff hissed, his words sharp as a blade. “Do you think anyone gets to touch you but me?”

(Y/N)’s pulse raced under his grip, her breath catching in her throat as his possessive words sank in. She swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper as she tried to respond. “You’re being—”

Before she could finish, Jeff’s grip tightened just enough to make her gasp. His smirk was dark and dangerous as he tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze head-on. “You’re lucky I don’t strangle you right now,” he whispered, his lips brushing against hers in a maddening tease. “You’re lucky I fucking love you.”

Then, in a move so sudden it made her head spin, Jeff’s lips crashed down on hers in a brutal kiss, all teeth and dominance. He bit down hard on her bottom lip, the metallic taste of blood filling both their mouths as she winced from the sharp pain. But before she could protest, his tongue swept over the bite, claiming her in the most possessive way possible.

His other hand gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him, his body a solid wall of heat and danger. There was no space between them, no room for protest. His kiss was savage, demanding, taking everything he wanted, leaving her breathless in his wake.

And for Jeff, that’s exactly how it should be.

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furioussouls · 5 months ago

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It will come back.

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[yandere! academic rival x plus sized! reader]

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Warning: yandere behaviour ( I dont condone this sort of behaviour in real life, but this is fiction. Enjoy), cursing, suggestive themes), mention of self harm and smoking, sacrilegious themes

Reader uses she/ her pronouns

Song: It will come back by Hozier

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Yandere type: masochistic, attention- seeker, clingy

You stared at the big grandfather clock behind your Professor, your own hands cupping your chubby cheeks. Worn down by time, one would assume that it looked less elegant, but it didn’t. Ever since you started going to Krepstom Academy 7 years ago, the huge clock has been there with you in every lesson and exam. Unfortunately, it wasn’t just the wooden clock that accompanied you through every step of the way.

„(Y/N) (L/N)“, the voice of your Professor, Mr. Bailey, shook you out of your thoughts.

Your eyes snapped towards him and a wave of embarrassment creeped it‘s way up your neck. You could feel the leering looks of some of your classmates behind your back accompanied by some hidden chuckles.

„Yes, Professor Bailey?“, you asked after clearing your throat.

„Where is Mr. Synovic?“, he inquired after glancing at the empty spot behind you.

Your eyebrows rose in annoyance at the mention of his name , but you immediately relaxed your face when Mr. Bailey‘s eyes found their way to yours.

„With all due respect, Professor. How am I supposed to know where he is?“ you asked him with genuine curiosity and a sweet smile.

Mr. Bailey‘s bushy, white eyebrows furrowed in confusion and then the right side of his mouth gently turned upwards. „Oh, I apologise. I thought the both of you continue this cat and mouse chase outside of the classroom as well. I shouldn’t have assumed“

Your saccharine smile turned bittersweet in a matter of a few seconds and you fidgeted in your creaky chair. Smiling uncomfortably at him, you crossed your plump arms.

Jesse Synovic was a thorn in your eye. You would not give him the satisfaction of having him play a bigger role in your life than necessary, so even his annoying existence was only bothersome - at most. The two of you have been competing in Mr. Bailey‘s class ever since your journey at the Academy began. In some cases, he’s the best in class and sometimes you are. It’s a constant futile battle, considering that neither the students nor the teachers care about who ‚the best‘ is. The whole „battle“ is entirely between you two. Suddenly you heard a few knocks. Somebody opened the creaky, oak door after hearing the affirmative hum of Professor Bailey.

Speak of the devil and he shall disappear. Jesse Synovic stood under the threshold of the door and apologised to your Professor for being late and sat down. His freckles adorning his aquiline nose and his familiar scent invaded your nose: mint and hibiscus.

You rolled your eyes when you heard him sit down behind you. The lesson could have been perfect; no annoying Jesse in the background, correcting your every participation in class. However, seems like you were not amongst any god‘s favourite mortals.

You looked outside of the stained window; the pitter-patter of the hammering raindrops against the glass mirrored not only your mood, but also perfectly reflects the season, which you are in right now; autumn. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed his eyes on you. Your eyes switched from the window to him.

„What do you want?“, you mouthed to him. His mouth twitched up into a crooked smile and he shook his head, as if to say „nothing“. You stared at his face and his shoulders relaxed underneath your glare. He smiled lazily at you and fixed some of his black curls.

You rolled your eyes at him and focused back on Professor Bailey‘s lesson until the end.

After the lesson, you walked along the huge corridors of the academy. The huge stone pillars of the building reminded you of the fantastical buildings of your favourite fantasy books. While admiring the architectural designs of the building, you suddenly heard a deep, male voice from behind you call out your name, causing you to spin around quickly. Your mood dampened seeing Jesse‘s face.

„What?“, you demanded. He walked towards you with raised hands, his frame towering over your deliciously rounded one. You crossed your arms over your busty chest, causing Jesse‘s eyes to pause there and his eyes scanned you again from top to bottom and then settled on your stunning eyes.

„I‘m not here to cause a scene.“, he grinned at you, „ I just wanted to walk with you for a little while… and wanted to ask about your Astrophysics grade“, he asked with an innocent grin. His cheeks dimpled.

A ball of annoyance tightened your belly. Your nostrils flared and you pinched the bridge of your nose. His soft chuckle echoed through the hallway. “I’ve got 93%“, you hissed out and clenched your jaw. You turned around and made a move to start walking again, but he stopped you.

„Pretty good!“ he exclaimed and stretched his arms out and closed his long lashed eyes. You crossed your arms and looked up to the sky, already knowing what’s happening next. He opened one eye and looked at you. „I got 97%”, he smiled, opening his other eye as well and exposing infuriating pearly white teeth with naturally pointy canines.

“Uh huh, very nice”, you pressed out and continued to walk away.

“Wait, wait!“, he walked beside you and matched your pace. „Don’t you want to congratulate me?“, he beamed at your annoyed expression and tightened the tie of his school uniform around his neck.

„Why would I?“, you grumbled out. „The only reason you‘re in the Academy in the first place is because of your parents money. That I can congratulate for: Congratulations for being well bred“, you replied sarcastically.

He tutted three times. „Oh baby, we’ve been doing this for 7 years and your only argument is the fact that my parents are rich? I thought your argumentative skills were better than that. God should’ve spent more time on your brain, and not all of it on your body, yes?“ he retorted condescendingly.

Your steps slowed down and Jesse matched your pace, looking at you from the side in a questioning manner. His smile dropped slowly and his eyes scanned every part of your face, his own face reflecting uncertainty. As quickly as the uncertainty appeared, the expression left his face again.

You raised an eyebrow at him and the one side of your mouth tucked upwards. “ Was that a compliment, Scrooge Mcduck? Do you think my body is pretty?”, you grinned at him from one ear to the other.

His shoulders relaxed and he exhaled softly. He closed his eyes and then laughed „You crave my validation that badly?“, You made a gagging sound at the idea of you needing male validation and started walking. Your dog, following obediently behind you.

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Jesse‘s hands shook. He clenched and unclenched his veiny, long hand. Matching the speed of his curvy darling was easy, the few seconds before they continued walking weren’t; seeing her face drop at (what he assumed was) his insult made his heart clench. He wanted to die right then and there. It teared him apart like spiky thorns, which dug themselves further and further into his beating heart.

Well, he didn’t lie. Your body was carefully carved by the gods. Every curve was attentively sculpted. Every line carefully drawn with the most precise of utensils, and every round limb diligently molded. The strech marks on your body carefully designed after billions and billions of shooting stars and every dip in a curve accurately measured after the most beautiful mountains of this planet.

However, it’s not only your body that he is in love with. Your intelligence shocks him from day to day. You weren’t lying either; he can afford the most qualified tutors and the most intricate advanced courses to deepen his knowledge. You can not, and you are one of the smartest people he has ever met. And to think that he almost insulted and hurt you, and not in a bickering matter, made him want to throw up. Thankfully, you only cared about the part where he complimented your body. Jesse’s chest tingled and he could not help the grin that came over his face. God, he loves his darling so much.

Continuing the walk in comfortable silence for once without biting insults, and hearing both your steps ring throughout the halls of the corridor, made Jesse think of when you first met each other; You were both very young, and he was the embodiment of a broody, edgy teenager. Nobody talked to him, because of his reputation. Well, nobody except for.. well, you. You stood there with the biggest smile on your squishy cheeks and showed him kindness by hugging him. Little Jesse’s body warmed and tensed up. Not even his parents were kind to him like that. But no, they didn’t mistreat him. No, because mistreating him would mean actually spending time with him, and they are not the type of parents to do that. Indifference is so much crueler than hatred. You on the other hand, ruffled his hair and showed him affection. And like a sponge, he soaked it all up, like a stray dog after being fed, he came running back to you once he needed more. And what guaranteed your attention more than academically being on your level? What guaranteed your attention on him more than you showing your beautiful infuriation towards him?

His belly warmed at the idea of your pretty face scrunching up in anger at him. Pointing your pretty finger at him and roughing him up a little. He knows that he cannot make anybody as mad as you. You are special.

Jesse was completely lost in thoughts, reminiscing about the past when you ripped him out his trance with your beautiful voice: „I’ll get going then. Not all of us can bribe the Professors with money, can we? Some of us actually need to study and let our abilities speak for themselves.“, you nodded at him and turned around.

Jesse smiled at you, put his fist up in the air and called out: „Study hard! We‘ll need someone to secure the second place again!“

You kept walking and lifted your middle finger, causing him to throw his head back and laugh.

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Jesse was sitting in the garden of the Academy, watching you study diligently. His veiny fingers gently put a cigarette in his mouth and he inhaled the toxic substance. Looking carefully around to make sure none of the teachers would catch him and interrupt his favourite pastime; observing you and your little habits.

The few birds around him, that haven’t started their journey to the south yet, sung the song of their people and the autumn sun shone brightly in his face. The garden around him looked like an idyllic landscape, but he doesn’t need to spend his time looking elsewhere for heavenly projections. He has found his own salvation. His beautiful, ethereal goddess sitting a few meters away from him.

Taking another drag of his cigarette, his eyes looked down at the faint scars on his palm and his wrist. The era of his life where he hadn’t met you yet; naturally it was the worst time of his life. He chuckled lowly and remembered the anguish he felt. Unnecessary, wasted energy. There’s somebody else that can spend all of their energy on him; the good emotions, the bad. Somebody that can order him around and insult him and.. more. Goosebumps of pleasure rose on his body and he shivered happily. He grinned and gently licked his portruding canine teeth and threw away his cigarette safely, his eyes never leaving your gorgeous form.

Do you guys want more of Jesse?

(Please do not copy, rewrite or translate my ideas:) )

#fat reader #x chubby reader #plus size reader #yandere x darling #soft yandere #yandere oc #yandere boy #yandere male #male yandere #x reader #yandere concept x reader

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themostradicalconceptussy · 5 months ago

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Quick reminder in light of the recenent situation with Neil Gaiman

You can (and should) condemn Mr Gaiman without condoning TERFs. At the end of the day, regardless of if the report is biased by the nature of the political leanings of its reporters, we as leftist feminists (or what I see most of us self describing as anyway) preach about believing victims first and yet some of you refuse to because you disagree politically with victims. We have no evidence that this is a smear campaign, and you are all for believing victims until its a guy you have a parasocial Tumblr relationship with. Neil Gaiman is not your friend. He's not your buddy Neil, he's a random man in his 60s you've (most likely at least) never met in your fucking life. You do not know him, so don't delude yourself to think you do.

If you love or hate trans people, SA is SA, abuse is abuse. Whether he was, at best, an irresponsible BDSM partner who misused his status as a writer, or, at worst, an outright abuser, or something in between, he is not defensible here. It is of course a complex situation, and not clean cut, but we need to practice what we fuckin preach.

If we don't believe or value the experiences of victims of abuse, or other forms of crime, based on their political beliefs, that is discrimination, and contradicts everything that the community he had cultivated on Tumblr claimed to stand for. If a conservative woman was beating abused, she's still a victim and we, even as staunchly leftist progressives should listen to her, no? You don't have to agree with everyone's opinions to acknowledge their plight.

At the end of the day, what has happened is wrong, and his response was half arsed bullshit that reflected the reality presented in the allegations, and did nothing but serve to make him look worse, much like the earlier situation this year with Wilbur Soot that you may have seen me reblogging about. Bad people are bad people, and the proof is in the pudding, in this case the half arsed responses that serve only as unintentional admissions of guilt.

As for the nature of the publication, I imagine as a heavily radfem anti-trans page, it was more than happy to be the first to break the news of the bad character of a prominent trans activist in television/literature, as it fits their "TRANS = ABUSER" narrative. I do not deny that. However, the victims themselves, as far as I can tell, are evidently former fans, who present actual evidence as confirmed by Mr Gaiman's statements, and thus we know this wasn't, at least on their end, done as a TERFism motivated career assassination. If the publication took this under the guise of causing ill repute for TIRFs and progressive politics, we cannot prove that, and it does not negate the nature of what has occurred.

I'm not here to argue with TERFs, or anyone else, about the nature of gender. That's not what I want to incite, I simply want to acknowledge the glaring hypocrisy from certain people in this online space. A victim of abuse that is a radfem is still a victim, whether you want to acknowledge that or not. I can acknowledge that, because guess what? Me disagreeing with someone doesn't make them subhuman dirt that doesn't have rights. What I'm really saying in this part is, don't bring gender politics into the reblogs, I do NOT want that and I will simply block anyone trying to incite needless arguments with me or anyone else.

TLDR; BELIEVE VICTIMS AND DONT BE SELFISH DICKHEADS WHO PRIORITISE THEIR OWN ENJOYMENT OF MEDIA OVER REPERCUSSIONS FOR ARSEHOLES AND CRIMINALS BECAUSE YOU THINK THAT THE WANKER IS YOUR BESTIE AFTER HE REBLOGGED YOU ONCE. WHERE THOSE INVOLVED STAND ON GENDER POLITICS DOESNT CHANGE THE NATURE OF UNRELATED IMMORAL/CRIMINAL BEHAVIOUR THEY INSTIGATED/WERE VICTIM TO.

#neil gaiman #fuck you gaiman #good omens #neil gaiman allegations #transgender

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What does Sapphic mean? -> In contemporary usage, “Sapphic” refers to women attracted to other women whether they identify as lesbian, bisexual, queer, trans, masc, or any diverse identity falling within the spectrum of same-sex attractions!

This is a safe space for sapphics, but men are welcomed to interact, tho they will be blocked if they act weird or make me uncomfortable

I do not condone any type of aggressive, rude or sexual behaviour on this blog, you will be blocked if you do it on purpose

Please be respectful when requesting, I am busy and i have a life outside this blog

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I only take requests from my inbox, not comments or dms, JUST FROM MY INBOX

I only write HCs as of right now, but I will write my own one-shots from time to time

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I also make character ai bots, but only for pjsk and arcane

I will refuse a request if they do not meet my rules, if i simply dont like it or if i dont feel like writing the request

I will not write plain requests for example "[Character] x reader pls", you will need to tell me what you want, otherwise i have nothing to work with

I only write female and gender neutral readers, not male readers, and if I ever do write a male reader, it would be a child male reader!

I only write platonic male characters, romantic requests will be deleted, corrected or called out, but I will write genderbend male characters x reader

I only write 3 characters pre request (unless when doing a smau or a pjsk request), i will remove a character from a request if i dont feel like writing them

I write ships too, even if I dont write for one character, if I write for at least one of the characters i will write the ship

I write poly x reader, unless its a straight ship and i also write crossships

I write nsfw, but I will not write nsfw of minors, even if I am one, and I will not age up characters who are 15-17 so i could write smut of them, its wrong

I write trans and intersex readers too, but only MTF or nonbinary reader (any sex) for romantic HCs

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