#i dont really feel like fixing it anymore than i already have

[vivicas-dollhouse]

Creepypasta camping trip!!

I miss camping so here you go

*image from where i camp!*

Genre: idk what to call this, ramble?

Characters: ticci toby, masky/tim, hoodie/brian, kate the chaser, nina the killer, jane the killer, jeff the killer, eyeless jack, clockwork, lulu, homicidal liu, bloody painter, sally williams

Desc: Hey, its the creeps family vacation time again! This time they are going camping by a clear river surrounded by beautiful rocky hills and trees as far as the eye can see for a whole week! With all these fun activities, lets see what they get up to!

Cw: shrooms and blood mentioned, no details

I spent like 3 days on this PLEASE ENJOY

Toby

-he loves being outside and in nature, he has the zoomies the whole time

-he enjoys pissing people off so thats exactly what he does

-he doesn't really help with setting up camp, he just gives “emotional support”

-he realizes very quickly that he did not pack enough toiletries

-”w-what? I do-dont stink t-that bad,”

-he is in charge of everything revolving fire, but his idea of lighting fires is dousing the wood in gasoline

-he brought himself mashed potato flakes, and he is not willing to share

-he sleeps in just his gym shorts and it is STILL too hot

-he wakes up early to go hiking with liu, he needs to explore

-he REEKS of BO but no one says anything about it

-he gets covered in cuts and scrapes on the hike, some of them are really bad but he doesn't notice at all

-he doesn't even stop hiking when they get back down the cliff face, he goes exploring even more

-by the time he comes back it is well after dark and he is mad that they didnt let him light the fire

-on day two he is visibly burnt but he cant feel it so he just keeps on exploring

-he briefly gets in the river just to wash the dirt and stank off, but he hates hates HATES water so he gets out pretty quickly

-he isnt doing well without his phone, he is ACHING to go on tiktok and instagram but its not like he can do anything about it

-he gets very bored and just walks around in the woods until he cant see anything anymore

-he bothers tim at any opportunity he can, he sneaks in his tent and starts singing or releasing a bug and booking it out so tim doesnt hurt him

Jeff

-he is fine with the whole thing, he spends a lot of time outside already. it was the packing and driving and putting up camp that he didnt like

-he bitched the entire drive about how cramped it was, what music was being played, how it was too hot, but now that hes here? hes thrilled

-hes not much of an outdoorsman as much he is a “fuck around and find out” explorer

-he chases people with bugs in his hands ones camps done, he just has the zoomies

-he eats hot dogs like nobody's business. hes practically inhaling them

-he cant wait for dark so he can start scaring the shit out of people

-the next morning he raids the breakfast pastries stash and slams back one of the 14 monsters he packed

-he is not one to go hiking up mountains like his brother, hed much rather poke around where its flat, like on the river bank or in the brush. its a vacation, hes not gonna exert himself more than he has to

-he HATES the water though, so he just dips his feet in at most

-he burns easy so he just wears a hoodie. easy fix.

-everyone is shocked he is wearing a hoodie but he does that everyday and doesn't get hot, hes used to it

-he will just sit on the river bank and talk, he loves to talk about nothing in particular

-he also forgot there wouldn't be any cell service and packed only electronics

-”...and then they set him up on a fake date at the mall and ambushed him with a guy in a pickle suit stealing his date and… are you even listening?”

-hes not miserable at all, hes having a great time just walking around and talking shit about literally anything

-he is in his own tent because he talks in his sleep and no one wants to be around him because its disturbing

-he lives to piss people off though so he will go into peoples tents at nights and release bugs and worms

-hes sad to leave but he NEEDS to check his phone

Jack

-he lived outside most his life, hes a monster human.. thing…. after all. he just isnt in love with the idea of doing it for fun

-he will help do all the physical labor, he is a lot stronger than the others so it would be rude not to

-he brought his first aid supplies just in case someone gets hurt, he would hate for the fun to be ruined

-he was right to think he wouldn't enjoy it, he doesn't!

-he realizes very quickly that he didnt bring enough kidneys to eat

-he quickly gets bored and walks into the woods to hunt something and returns bloody in the middle of the night

-this happens every night and every night he ends up waking the people in his tent at an ungodly hour smelling like forest funk

-”i apologize.. im sorry.. ‘scuse me.. let me lay down.. sorry..”

-during the day he chooses to go hiking at first but quickly regrets his choices

-his legs hurt and his back hurts and his feet hurt and

-he eventually decides to stop going hiking and just sits on the river bank with some of the others while carving wood

-he didnt realize how… sunny… it was going to be.. and with the sun came the heat.. he clearly did not pack enough shorts

-he didnt pack enough clothes at ALL

-he ends up having to rewear bloody clothes and stinks even WORSE

-eventually becomes silent for the most part, he is not happy

-in fact hes miserable

-he mostly hangs around nina and lets her do the talking like he usually does

Masky

-had the unfortunate task of organizing the whole thing, but now that they are here? after all that?

-he hates it.

-he thought he was going to like it and really tried to like it at first but its just so goddamn hot and he can barely tolerate these idiots in the comfort of the mansion, and now he has to share a tent with them?

-abso-fucking-lutley not! he wants to go home!

-he is instantly bitchy, its hot, there are too many bugs, and toby wont stop bothering him and now he has to do manual labor? this must be hell

-he is in charge of sally, and he puts on a good act at first but eventually he passes her to clockwork because even though shes sweet, he is about to kill someone

-that someone might have a name that starts with T and ends with oby

-”toby i brought you here, and your so… oh my GOD your such a bitch. GET THAT BEETLE AWAY FROM ME-”

-he spends the first night almost completely silent, hes tired and wants to go to bed but its too damn hot

-eventually he is able to sleep but its not a restful one

-he WANTED to go hiking but hes just too tired

-he spends the first day just rotting in the tent and reading his books to recover

-he packed so many cartons of cigs and it feels like he didnt pack enough

-the second day he feels a bit better and takes sally on a nature walk and points out the wild animals and flowers she can pick

-later he takes her to the river and reads on the bank

-he gets horrifically sunburned and spends the night in agony

-he is miserable the rest of the time but does whatever sally wants to do because that is quite literally all he has the energy for and even then its a struggle

Hoodie/Brian

-he just wants to fish

-he knows the point of the trip was to swim and explore but he just wants to fish and maybe grab some cool bugs to keep

-he will help set stuff up, he knows how to do everything that needs to be done afterall

-he spent YEARS living off the grid, 7 days is nothing

-he insists on going foraging but no one wants to so he goes alone :(

-he gets stung by some things but thats part of the fun!

-he eventually is convinced to come on a hike the the next morning, but for the rest of the afternoon?

-here comes the fishing pole

-he ends up not catching anything the first day

-he wakes up before everyone else on the second day and just picks a hill and gets climbing

-after he gets to the top, he sees a couple of the guys climbing up to him and starts gathering up beetles in his pockets to release on them

-”hey guys, i have something in my pocket for you allll,”

-after he gets down the trail a bit he realizes he forgot a water bottle and goes all the way back up to get it

-brian is a lot of things but a littering piece of shit is not one of them

-he cleans up camp once he gets back, you dont want to attract raccoons or something

-he just never seems to be tired for some reason, 9pm rolls around and hes still doing shit

-he insists on fishing as much as possible and only stops being a maniac once he finally catches a few

-after that, he just chills in a floatie in the river. his mission is complete.

Clockwork

-she is the one who suggested the trip in the first place

-she is thrilled, and she clears the ground to get room for the tents while the others unload the cars

-she brought extras of all things sunburn care, she knows how bad it is to rawdog a bad sunburn from years of experience

-she starts cooking as soon as the fire starts going, she cooks some soup for everyone

-she gets burnt on accident because of toby pouring gas on the fire

-gets sally situated for the night, brushing her hair and blowing up the air mattress slender insisted she needed

-once sallys asleep, she goes hunting for a bit but doesn't really have the tools to properly kill something

-the next morning she goes with a couple of the crew to the river and messes around in the water all day, making fun of the people on the shore

-”imagine being scared of water, fucking pussys”

-her idea of “fun river activities” is her diving to the bottom and trying to grab enough rocks so that she sinks to the bottom

-she has to wear swimming goggles cause of her eye so she has a lot of fun looking at fish too

-she tans instead of burning at first, but eventually the sun wins and she gets burnt on her face because she forgot to put sunscreen on there

-at the end of the day she dries off and reads by the fire, she is happy to have some peaceful time to herself after a long day

-she feels at home in the wilderness, so shes sad when the week ends but is tired and ready to sleep in a real bed

Kate

-she wasn't all that excited to go, she likes air conditioning and wifi more than “quality time”

-she sets up her and the girls tent almost alone, with clocky pitching in

-shes used to pitching tents, she often had to take one on a mission so she didn't have to sleep in her car

-she brought shroom gummies in secret because if shes forced to stay outside she is NOT doing it sober

-she took one before they started driving, and she takes another one while shes eating

-she has no problem with spending time with the fam, but she just wishes it was cooler

-she knocks out early and wakes up around 7 and watches the people going hiking pack up

-she sits in the silence for a bit and watches the sun rise, and she decides camping isnt that bad

-what IS bad though is that she was under the impression that there would be more hearty breakfast foods

-girl is STARVING

-she doesn't wait for people to get up, she puts on her swim shorts and bikini and walks down to the river

-its not hot enough for the water to be warm enough, but she doesn't mind. its nice to be cold for once

-as people start to trickle down to the river she starts looking for trees to climb, she finally has energy now that the shrooms are out of her system

-”dare me to flip? no? yeah its a bad idea, your right,”

-jumps off the tallest tree she can safely climb and cannonballs into the deep end

-shes out for the rest of the day though, she used all her energy up and wants to draw on the river bank with helen

-she gets mildly burnt, but she puts on so much sun screen that it's manageable

-once night falls she takes sally to see the fireflies and decides maybe she doesn't need gummies, being sober and in the moment feels nice

Sally

-shes SO EXCITED!!!

-she has been wanting to go on a trip with the adults for the longest time and she loves being outside

-she gets her own inflatable mattress that slender got specifically for her and shes sleeping with the girls, and tims her caretaker? hell yeah!

-she has all her stuff packed by tim and the other proxys, she has everything she needs and more

-she wants to go swimming so bad, but cant the first night so she settles for smores and an early bed time

-the next morning she wakes the girls up and they all go to the river and she has her toys carried for her

-”lets go, lets go! faster! cmonnnn, i wanna swim!!”

-she brought her favorite floating boat she has every time she is near a body of water, she doesn't like going under the water so the boat is a must if she wants to explore

-she is being forced to wear a sun hat, she is not a fan but everyone knows she cant get hurt in any way or else slender would kill them

-she is unaware of this and does not want to wear the hat

-eventually she goes back to camp and after her nature walk she gets her hair brushed out and braided by kate, eventually nodding off before being carried into her bed

-she really is the most loved person in that entire mansion

Nina

-absolutely does not want to be there

-she is HORRIFIED that theres no cell service

-she just watches all the others set up camp, she is not dressed for all this work (its short shorts and a tank top) (its hot ok)

-she is instantly grossed out by all the bugs and runs screaming from a beetle

-once the fire is going and they start cooking the food, she realizes she is truly fucked

-”would it kill you to eat something NOT in a can?? And can you PLEASE cook mine in a separate pot, i dont eat meat,”

-she doesn't eat anything the first night, she is just too grossed out

-she just goes to bed early, she hates the smokes smell and its getting dark anyways

-she gets into the tent and lays down, but its so hot that shes miserable

-after a long night of sweating, she wakes up starving and breaks her hunger strike by eating a muffin

-she chooses to go swimming in the river, its so hot that its the only way she can think to cool off

-she changes into her swim suit and realizes she forgot water shoes so she would have to wear her tennis shoes after shes done swimming to walk back to camp or walk barefoot

-swimming is not ninas strong suit.

-she stays in the shallows, she doesn't really know how to swim.. yet here she is.

-shes miserable

-she starts getting bitchy quick, the heat and boredom is getting to her

-she didnt bring enough to entertain herself at ALL, she was under the impression that she would at LEAST have lte

-by day 3 shes defeated. shes hungry, burnt, covered in bug bites, hot, and no one seems to care how miserable she is!

-shes happy when they pack up camp, even helping break down the tent so she can leave quicker

Jane

-this diva is not meant for hard work, but by god she will do it

-she's super stubborn and refuses to let people help her set up the water station (multiple 5 gallon distilled water jugs)

-shes strong too, and despite being in a skirt shes not scared of doing heavy lifting

-she IS scared that her thighs are starting to chafe

-she quickly changes into shorts once the tent is up, thank GOD she brought so many changes of clothes

-she is already burning though, her pale skin is not meant for the sun and spf 110 is not cutting it

-she is very glad that jack brought aloe vera gel in his first aid because… oh boy will she need it

-she chooses to sleep past breakfast the first night, she was so hot and burnt it was hard to get sleep

-”ughhhh… natalie i do not think i can physically get up right now, go without me.. ill catch up…”

-she gets a quick bite to eat, a sun shade, a book, and changes into her swimsuit to head to the river

-she doesn't plan on swimming much, she brought a couple books she wants to finish

-she feels herself getting burnt through the canopy so she decides to get into the water to cool off

-she goes into the deep end and starts playing with sally, who she carries around on her back through the water

-she ends up staying in the water playing with lulu and sally until dark, and only upon getting out does she realize she forgot sunscreen

-she is in agonizing pain that night, the aloe vera gel isnt enough, she needs to be euthanized. it would be an act of mercy

Lulu

-she grew up camping so the idea was instantly a hit

-now that shes here shes even more excited

-she cant really help set up camp, but she is more than happy to start unpacking and blowing up the toys for the river

-once everything is settled down she has some smores and hot dogs and heads to bed

-the next morning she gets up early and lays out breakfast for everyone and changes into her swim clothes

-shes not one for real swim suits, a pair of swim shorts and an old tee work the same

-she takes sally to the river and plays with her all day, she loves spending time with her!

-she gets mildly burnt on her face, she tans before she actually burns

-by the next day, she still has energy

-everyone is shocked about how excited she is

-”how could i not be excited?? im here with everyone i love in a place that i love!!”

-she goes tubing down the river, just hanging out with some of the girls and riding the current down

-the walk back to camp KILLS her legs, she didnt realize how far down they went

-the next couple days her energy goes down, she isnt NOT excited, just tired

-shes sad to leave, but happy to have her music back and be in air conditioning

Liu

-he loves the outdoors, he was one of the ones who convinced the group to go

-he wasn't prepared for how hot it would really be, he didnt bring any tank tops

-he is in charge of getting firewood for toby, and he is good at it, getting all the dry sticks and everything

-he is upset when toby just douses the wood in gasoline and scolds him

-”do you have any idea how dangerous that is?? I got dry wood, and you just go and do all this shit, your gonna kill us all like that!!”

-he brought the majority of the food, just easily makeable canned stuff that doesn't go bad and snack foods

-hes in charge of cooking too because he doesn't trust the others to not fuck it up

-he is shocked that the others are so unprepared, he even brought marshmallow roasting sticks and nina forgot more than one pair of shoes

-he wakes up before the sun to get ready to go hiking, hes not a fan of the water

-once hes finished the first rocky hill he is more than happy to get in the water though

-he is OUT the next day, choosing to sit in the shallow water with helen (lets go gays)

-the rest of the week he goes on some more hikes but mostly enjoys hanging out by the others in the shade

Helen/Bloody painter

-he hates camping. absolutely despises it. will not even consider giving it a chance

-he packs a ton of art supplies and cds, he likes music too much to go without it for a week

-he doesnt help set up, he wanders off with his sketchbook immediately

-he finds a nice rock and perches on it and draws the scenery until dark

-he gets back right as food is being served and wolfs it down, he didnt pack any food for the drive

-he isnt thrilled about all the smoke, it seems to always end up in his face

-”why does it have to hit me and no one else?? is anybody noticing that??”

-he brought a shit ton of pillows and stuffs his sleeping bag with them and sleeps on top of that

-he has one of those portable cd players with headphones so he falls asleep listening to radiohead (bc ofc he does)

-doesnt wake up until liu shakes him awake around mid day asking him to come to the river

-he agrees only because he can draw the tree line across the river

-he realizes as soon as he changes into his swim clothes that he has brought almost no tops

-he also realizes how horribly hot it is with a shirt on but he will NOT be shirtless under any circumstances

-he gets in the water pretty quickly, but just in the shallows. he still doesn't want to swim

-he and liu head back to camp to get some lunch after a while and they end up starting some hot dogs for everyone

-maybe campings not that bad

[arinmoss]

Sam!

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

"in a completely predictable twist of fate literally everyone saw coming, youve put yourself in danger again. this is great. i love when you put yourself in danger it doesnt make me insane in the head at all. i wish you would stop doing this. i know youre not gonna. so im just gonna do whatever i can that will make you get yourself, and also us i guess, out of danger again"

[vonbabbitt]

ojima loredump from a couple years back i wrote for my staff

i can finally post more of these now yay. tw for ojima things

so ojima, as you may recall, was one of the OTHER people who was abused by a parent! hes also the youngest of three boys with his two older brothers being four and eight years older than him respectively! his family was pretty well-off financially and his dad had a pretty prominent position in the business world, so from the outside looking in, all was pretty good! except that by the time ojima was born, his parents' marriage was already in a rapid downward spiral and his brothers were already regularly seeing the fallout from this in the form of physical and verbal abuse. ojima was supposed to be the sort of "patch" that was meant to fix their marriage because his mom thought that having another kid would force ojimas dad to be more responsible/caring/present etc, except obviously that did not happen because having a new baby in the house just made things way more stressful. his parents ended up staying together regardless, but their relationship was constantly in turmoil and for the first few years of his life ojima grew up in pretty much the same environment as his brothers: abusive and socially high-pressure

enter ojimas uncle, his dad's brother and another fairly relevant man in the world of business. hes super friendly and the boys love him and hes fun to be around and ojima in particular is attached to him because when hes out with uncle kenji, theres no fighting or yelling or hitting and everything is cool and hes only three so he has no concept of the fact that this dude is getting……..a little bit too comfortable around him! so things eventually get to the point where his uncle is taking ojima on outings without his brothers present, and from there, things escalate, and ojimas relationship with his uncle very quickly becomes sexually abusive. ojima is THREE of course so he has no idea how fucked up this is but understands that he does not like it and does not want to be around his uncle anymore except that things dont stop there and nobody really finds out about it for another two years despite it being ongoing.

so at age five ojima is talking to his oldest brother, who is now thirteen (his name is tetsuya!) and has a total meltdown. he knows hes not supposed to tell people about what he does with his uncle but hes completely losing it and he trusts his brother. tetsuya, who actually understands whats happening and is pissed, thinks it wise to go to their dad, which does not end well! dad is pissed that theyd make accusations like that about his brother and refuses to indulge the idea that ojima could be telling the truth in any way. what ensues is his dad doubling down on the psychological abuse that ojima is going through at home, and for lack of a better term, basically gaslighting him into thinking that hes lying and everything is fine, despite the fact that shit with his uncle is STILL ACTIVELY HAPPENING at this age!

so by around age six, ojima has his first experience with blacking out. between what his uncle is doing, what his dad is doing, the fact that he cant even trust his own mind anymore and the pressure of having to present all this as being totally fine because of his family's social status, something in him just snaps and he completely dissociates. hes suddenly in this world in his head where nobody can hurt him, nothing bad can happen, and MOST IMPORTANTLY, he is completely in control. of everything. ojima has never, ever been in control and its something he becomes practically addicted to because its the only way he can feel safe. it goes from dissociating once at a particularly bad moment to dissociating constantly to escape how shitty his life is. when ojima turns ten, his brother moves out and its absolutely devastating for him because thats one of the only two people in the world he can trust. from that point he pretty much never sees him again. tetsuya does literally everything in his power to get ojima and their middle brother (his name is toshiharu!) out of that environment, but hes eighteen and hes not their parent and their dad has a lot of sway, so it doesnt amount to anything meaningful. ojima is told that his brother left because hes a shitty person and he hates their family and eventually he learns to internalize that and blames his confession and his supposed destruction of their family for tetsuya leaving and never coming back. the many many attempts for tetsuya to contact ojima and toshiharu go interrupted by their dad and the two dont speak again.

things basically continue with ojima being abused at home and at his uncle's until he turns fourteen, at which point the next big milestone is that toshiharu moves out and reconnects with tetsuya, and now the two are full steam ahead on getting ojima out of that environment. except that its still basically useless because they have no legal say over him and their dad is really powerful so everything is still mostly the same except that ojima is completely alone. hes dissociated a good 90% of the time at this point because hes just incapable of handling the absolute shitstorm of things happening to him. hes in a living hell and maladaptive daydreaming is basically his only escape and the only thing that keeps him going. because of this, hes seen as weird and stupid by other kids at school and is treated like shit there too. theres pretty much nothing left in his life that could be considered good or redeeming except for the two things he enjoys: daydreaming and drawing.

contact with his uncle starts to break off around age fifteen when his uncle starts losing interest due to ojima being older now. ojima gets tremendously fucked up over this, and while hes relieved that its not happening, his brain is so torn at this point that he gets caught in a sort of spiral of wondering why hes no longer desirable and why people keep leaving him, even when they're bad people that ojima doesnt want in his life. in this time between age fifteen and age seventeen, things start to improve slightly because his uncle isnt touching him and his dad isnt constantly brainwashing him to get him to forget about his uncle touching him so for this brief gap of time, he can almost live comfortably. he starts doing some freelance illustration work because his dad wants him to get a job and it turns out hes pretty damn good at it, and he enjoys it a lot, so he spends a lot of his time illustrating. hes mainly motivated by the fact that he wants to give other kids like him a beautiful and vivid place to escape to, so he depicts all these fantastical and whimsical worlds in kids' books to give them that same sort of escape that he needed. his brothers are still desperately trying to get in contact with him/get him out of their old house, but its been years by this point and all he knows is that they both decided to completely abandon him one day and never look back, something that he entirely blames himself for.

despite things getting a bit better for him, ojima basically never grows out of the daydreaming and it takes over his life to some degree, which honestly? its debatable whether its good for him or not. on one hand, its extremely disruptive to his life and is not a healthy coping mechanism by any means. on the other hand, it was literally the only thing that got him through the past ten years alive and continues to be his only escape from the shitty life he has. anyway ojima is sixteen now! the physical and psychological torment from his dad starts to transition into a more familial/patriarchal pressure at this point - tetsuya and toshiharu are gone and severed, which means ojima is the son thats going to take over his business one day. suddenly his dad is treating him like a grown man when hes ever only been treated like a doll for his entire life - now hes being taught about business and social policy and world affairs and all these things he isnt interested in and doesnt understand. he really just wants to draw and dissociate and pretend nothing bad is happening to him. except even though hes not being tormented anymore, things are not good! because he has, obviously, absolutely massive amounts of trauma that he is not coping with. instead of ever dwelling on this or addressing it, which arent really options for him anyway, he goes deeper and deeper into his own headspace to escape it and pretty much locks himself away in this dissociative world to ignore everything that isnt his own art.

then ojima turns SEVENTEEN and the world flips. his brothers finally manage to get their case in front of a judge and the ojima family business SINKS LIKE A ROCK. his parents are in jail, and hes suddenly out on his ass. his brothers scoop him up pretty fast and do their best to piece him back together, but ojima is absolutely fucked in the head by this point. he lives with tetsuya and toshiharu and continues working because he loves to work, but he seriously struggles to rebuild the relationship he once had with them because in his understanding, they hate him. thats what hes been told for years. they live in this very tense situation where his brothers desperately want to help him, but they are also traumatized and they do not know what to do for him because hes just an absolute mess. ojima bounces around the idea of therapy for a while and frequently registers for therapy/drops out/registers/drops out repeat repeat repeat because he knows his broken and he knows he needs help, but going to therapy means actually thinking about his past and what happened to him and he cant do that. its terrifying and it hurts and he just wants to be in his own headspace. it leads to a lot of very emotional conversations with his brothers who still just dont know what to do but desperately want to get him help somehow.

and then the killing game starts

[yanyandam]

hi! i hope you're having a nice day! it's my first time requesting here :> can i get a scenarios wherein the bonten is babying the reader or comforting her because she's so stressed from work (it's me, im so stressed huhu) it can be fluff, suggestive, anything hehe. you dont have to rush, and thank you very much in advance if you ever granted my request. i love your works so much. take care always <3

HEYYY thanks for requesting. I genuinely hope you'll feel better, im also bad at handling my stress...This is sadly pretty rushed, I wrote it during my economy class (mfs will write bonten ffs instead of focusing on money problems.) Didn't know if you meant bonten separately or not so I did both lmao, there's a scenario w the whole gang down there

WARNINGS: None, except that this is pretty out of character omg Idk how to write FLUFF with BONTEN in the same dimensions without it seeming like a comedy show from the 80's

Manjiro doesn’t talk about emotions, but he understands exhaustion deeply. -If he lets you stay close to him despite his dark impulses AND doesn’t let them make him hurt you, that alone means he cares. -He’ll silently take action, making sure your workload disappears without admitting he did it for you.

You come home late, your body aching from work. You barely manage to take off your jacket before collapsing onto the couch with a groan. Your head is throbbing. He’s sitting nearby, eating Dorayaki, his face blank as usual. He barely acknowledges you, but after a few moments, he finally mutters, “Tired?” You exhale sharply. “What do you think?” There’s a long silence. You expect him to say nothing else, he usually doesn’t. But then, in a slow, detached voice, he mutters, “Go to sleep. I’ll handle it.” You blink. “Handle what?” No response. But the next morning, your biggest work problems have mysteriously disappeared. Someone “took care of it.” You don’t ask who. You already know.

Sanzu’ first instinct is to eliminate the problem. If he can’t do that, he’ll take control of you instead, not in a bad way -If you mean something to him, he’ll make sure you survive, even against your own exhaustion -He’s trying. OK?

You’re sitting at the table, rubbing your temples, your head buried in your arms. You’re so drained you barely notice him watching you. "What’s wrong?" His voice is low, flat, like he’s assessing a problem to be solved. "Just… work. It’s killing me." He doesn’t blink. "Then quit." You huff a laugh. "I can’t just quit." He stares at you for a long time, his face unreadable. Then, without warning, he reaches over and takes your phone. "Hey..! what are you doing?!"

"Making you rest." He shuts it off, slides it into his pocket. "You’re not getting this back until you stop being pathetic." You glare at him, but before you can argue, he places something in front of you, a plate of food. "Eat," he orders. His tone is sharp, but there’s something close to concern deep down. You don’t fight him this time.

-Kakucho’s way of helping is subtle, he won’t say much, but his actions speak louder than words. -If you push him, he might give the laziest, most half-hearted comforting words, but only if no one else is around. He’s not the same sweetheart he used to be.

You’re hunched over your laptop, typing furiously. Your eyes sting from exhaustion. He walks in, glances at you, then sighs. He disappears into the kitchen for a moment, then returns and sets something on the table next to you. A cup of coffee. You blink up at him. “Thanks.”

"Whatever." He turns to leave, then pauses at the doorway. There’s a long silence. You can feel him hesitating. Then, barely above a mutter, he adds, "Don’t overwork yourself." It’s simple yet so genuine.

-Kokonoi doesn’t believe in emotional support anymore, but he does believe in efficiency. He somehow decided you were worth protecting. -His way of fixing your stress? Throwing money at it until the problem disappears. I hate to limit Koko's character to 'the god of money', but really: unfortunately, he has no idea how to show his 'affection' otherwise.

You’re pacing the room, venting about your workload. "It’s just so much—I can’t even keep up. And my boss is breathing down my neck and—"

"Enough," he interrupts. You pause mid-rant. He pulls out his phone, taps a few buttons, then looks up at you with that same unreadable, calculating expression. "It’s handled." You frown. "What do you mean, it’s—"

"I mean I paid someone to do it for you." He tilts his head, watching your reaction. "Now sit down and stop acting pathetic." You want to be mad. You should be mad. But when you check your phone, your workload has been cut in half. He smirks. "You’re welcome."

-Mochizuki  actually wants to be supportive, but he doesn’t know how, so he does what he knows best: feeds you. He’ll act like it’s not a big deal, but deep down, he hates seeing you miserable.

You’re slumped on the couch, groaning. He walks in, glances at you, then disappears into the kitchen. A few minutes later, he plops down next to you and shoves a takeout box into your hands. "Eat." You groan. "I’m not hungry." He glares. "That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Just eat." You sigh, but take a bite. It’s really good. He smirks. "See? I know what I’m doing."

-Ran doesn’t understand emotional suffering, but he knows how to fix problems: pampering you

You’re buried in paperwork when he suddenly snatches it out of your hands. "What the—"

"You’re taking the week off," he states. "I already paid your boss. If he refuses…Let's just say he's going to have some serious problems with my subordinates.” You stare at him. "…You’re joking."

"Try me." The next day, you’re sitting in a luxury hotel suite, all expenses paid.

-Rindou  pretends not to care, but he actually does. -His way of helping is dragging you away from your stress and forcing you to relax.

You’re staring blankly at your laptop when he suddenly grabs your wrist and pulls you up.

"What—"

"We’re going out."

"I have work—"

"I don’t care. You’re boring when you’re stressed."

He drags you outside. Club, restaurant, spa…Whatever is your preference. You protest at first, but hours later, after a fun distraction, you actually feel relaxed. He smirks. "Told you."

BONUS: ALL OF THEM

You were sitting at a round table in one of their private lounges, elbows on the polished wood, face buried in your hands. The stress of work had hit you hard today, your boss was an idiot, the deadlines were impossible, and the thought of going back tomorrow made your stomach twist. You let out a long sigh. "I think I'm gonna snap and kill someone."

"Wouldn’t recommend it. You don’t have the balls for it," Kakucho muttered, lighting a cigarette, his usual calm expression unreadable. "I could get rid of the body for you," Sanzu said casually, tilting his head. "If Mikey allows it."

Manjiro, who was slouched in the armchair across from you, exhaled a long drag of smoke, watching you with that dangerous, unreadable gaze of his. "They pissing you off that bad?"

"Beyond." You groaned.

Mochi, sitting beside you, leaned forward. "Maybe you should just quit. I mean, you don’t need that job. You could just… open a café or something." Ran scoffed, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand. "What a naïve thought. This is real life, not a fucking dream."

"You’re the last person who should talk about real life," Rindou muttered, rolling his eyes before turning to you. "You should take tomorrow off. Sleep in, eat something decent. You look like you’re about to pass out."

Kokonoi, who had been watching you in silence, finally leaned forward, his sharp gaze locked onto yours. "Your boss… give me a name."

You blinked. "What? No—I'm not getting you guys involved."

Sanzu smiled "Too late. We’re already involved."

Mikey sighed. "No one's killing anyone. Yet." He gestured for you to come closer, "You just need to relax. We’ll handle the rest." Mochi grinned and pushed a plate toward you. "Here. Eat. You can’t complain about life on an empty stomach." Rindou smirked slightly "Might as well drink too. You won’t care about your job after three shots."

You exhaled, looking at the ridiculous group around you. Dangerous men, criminals, killers… but somehow, tonight, they were just a bunch of idiots trying to make you feel better. And it worked.

[reorientation]

im a lesbian currently dating a man whos intent on fixing me. he has complete control over my body, the right to demand pictures and sex whenever he wants, and its really helped me feel more like a good girl for him <3 hes told me that he plans on raping a baby into me soon, so hes also having me stop my birth control. once im pregnant, i dont think ill be able to call myself a lesbian anymore, or call myself anything at all other than a good girlfriend

Can you call yourself a lesbian today, sweetie? Usually when a lesbian gives in, there's some note of conflict - hating how much she loves cock, worrying about "coming out" to her friends, that sort of thing. But I don't hear anything from you except how happy you are to be a good girl. Was your lesbianism always just the thinnest pretense, or has he fixed you so well already?

Still, you don't have to hold on to your old identity a moment longer than you want to - there's nothing wrong with being a happy little bimbo. That's what your man wants, after all. And once he knocks you up, I'm sure it'll be out of your mind altogether - you won't have so much room in your head anymore, and you'll have a swelling belly to take care of.

[dinnersyummy]

2/14 part 2 (Megumi x reader)

Cw: use of y/n, slightly ooc, a tad bit of yuji x reader if you squint hard enough, fluff, not proof read, dont think there's anymore? If so, lmk!!

wc: 1k

a/n: you guys are rlly nice!! Please do request stuff!! I do have a list of fandoms im in soo dont be afraid to hmu! Fucking Boyfriend by Birds and the Bee was some of the inspo for this fic ;)

Link to part 1: 2/14

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It had been almost a month since Megumi brutally rejected you. Most of you is over him but a small part of you is gnawing away at you because maybe just maybe there was a sliver of a chance that he might have changed his mind. But for the most part, how could you forgive him? You were nothing to him, he hated everything about,  and your “pitiful” attempts at trying to reach out. On the other hand, Yuji was a stable pillar in your life. During your lowest times he was there, Yuji’s always been there for you. Especially once he heard about what happened between you and Megumi. He's been at your every beck and call. Something that had seemed like the end of the world for you, he had managed to turn it into something wholesome. 

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It had been 3 weeks and 4 days since Megumi rejected you. The feelings he had tried so hard to suppress had started bubbling up again mixed with a side of regret and guilt. How could he explain this and apologize to you? He was a coward. He ran away from his feelings thinking it was something time could easily fix. He was a fool, maybe it wasn't too late to apologize, nothing but wishful thinking. He had seen the way Yuji was getting closer to you. The way you laughed carefree, lingering touches, and happier than with Yuji then you’ve ever been with him. Maybe it really was for the better but he couldn’t help but fume with jealousy. There was always a pit in the bottom of Megumi's stomach telling him to interfere between you and Yuji but he never did. What could he do? He's already been an asshole enough towards you, and now he had the audacity to pry you away from your own friend? Yeah no. Megumi's sister had been egging him on to go apologize to you, yet he never budged. He didn't believe he would undo what's been done. But yet again, he doesn't even wanna ask for forgiveness, he just wants to let you know he fucked up. He makes up his mind, he’ll apologize. 

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Megumi had the guts to text you to meet him after all he's done and said to you, Yuji told you not to go but you had the heart to hear him out. It was a warm winter day. You leaned against a tree waiting for him. You heard a familiar voice cough behind you. Ah, you haven't seen him in a bit. 

“Y/n..I wanted to apologize. Please know that I didn't come here for forgiveness nor a second chance. I know that I fucked up big time. Everything I said that day was nothing but a lie, it was me being a coward and running from my feelings that I now know I can't hide from. I tried so hard to suppress what I was feeling, I tried so hard to push you away. I tried everything to make you hate me but you never did.” Megumi takes a deep breath in and out before picking up again. You were in disbelief, how were you meant to digest that all? Should you forgive him or not? All this was weighing on you. “You were like that of a pillar grounding me, the warm sun shining down upon me on a cold winter morning, your smile radiating like no other. I felt bad for you, you could do so much better than me. I’m helpless, but yet you're so patient with me. You're my calm after the storm. I’m a fool, an idiot, an asshole, I know. Call me anything you want, I deserve it. I’m not the one you want, but you're the one I want.” Megumi's gaze was on the ground, he was nervously fidgeting around with his fingers. You didn't know what to say. Your heart clenched at the sigh of Megumi drowning in self loathe. You cleared your throat and spoke up, “Megumi, thank you. Thank you for apologizing. Though I'm not sure if I’m ready to forgive you just yet. I can't put that year of ignorance and coldness behind me. But I wanna try again from here on. I believe we can become something beautiful, genuine, Megumi. So please if you're willing to put in the effort, I’m willing to do the same.” He looked at you, his gaze was warm; loving at that. His breath was shaky and his tone needy. “Please Y/N, I’ll do anything it takes.” His hand found its way to yours, you suddenly realized how close he was. “Anything?’ You murmur. Megumi replied with a soft “Yes.” And with that you closed the gap between you two, leaving a soft peck on his lips behind. You pulled away, looking into his eyes as he was pulling his collar up to hide his red cheeks though the tips of ears were giving him away. You smiled at him gingerly and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze and he did the same back. You quickly turned on your heel ready to move somewhere more secluded, “Wait!” Megumi stammered. He pulled you in for another kiss but this one was passionate, tender, and deep. You were taken aback by his boldness. You brought Megumi in for a hug. “I love you” You mumbled against his chest, “Love you too..” He whispered only for your ears to hear. And with that, new memories had started to blossom. 

[ghousttm]

i feel like Evbo and Emf are different from most of everyone in parkour civilization, and it really adds to their dynamic

i like to think park civ culture is big on improving and looking after yourself and it makes most people not value one another or even have bonds or connections

This is especially apparent in the noob level where people would die quickly so its better to not get attached

and in the master level where you often form enemies than anything

even in the pro level its all about focusing on improving your own skills and doing your own thing. Most park civ citizens are closed off and dont bat an eye on other people, its the norm

Those two are one of the few people who helps others before themselves when it comes to it. I mean, theyre the only two people who actively did anything to fix the system

Evbo has always been someone who encourages others and wants to see others progress besides himself, indiscriminately

and emf seems to be someone who wants to help others (evbo), at first for the sake of greater good and a second time (jumping into the void) just because he wants to help his friend

Put two people who's whole thing is valuing another and have rarely ever been genuinely valued themself by others and you get yourself A Dynamic For Sure.

maybe emf's whole thing s'that he has always been one who helps the people he wants to succeed, but he never thought of himself succeeding anymore than what he already is. After all master is the highest he's sure he can get.. and his skills are very average for his rank. This is where he belongs, and he plays the part, as a small insignificant piece of a collective. He can't actually do more as himself, no that's evbo's thing! He's amazing and he's a walking talent, what emf is Supposed to do is support him!

But then suddenly, Evbo risked his life just to save him, and trusted him to be the new parkour champion

Him, emf, some nobody.

why? What did someone so great, someone who'd ascended above the highest rank he'd even known, see in someone so average?

but to Evbo, emf is so much more than average.

The average doesnt help him, doesnt believe in him, doesnt give him the chances to be able to be where he is at now, doesnt jump into the void like an idiot with no sure return. He's so so different than 'the average', Evbo has a trust and, dare i say, love for Emf that doesnt exist anywhere in parkour civilization

nowhere to anyone but to him and him only.

He was the first stars Evbo ever had seen. To evbo..

He doesn't look like the night sky,, the night sky looks like him.

They place a pedestal for one another in their own heads and i think that's precious.

In a civilization where everybody looks forward at the jumps in front of them and barely to their sides, to the people jumping with them

They look each other in the eyes, with a care and appreciation that's worth an extremely gay legend to be written about in parkour only to be summed up to "they were best friends" don't you know what it means to be more than allies in Second Era Parkour Civilization???

[bomberqueen17]

smorkles

So anyway. I don't remember when I last posted about anything and I'm not going to go look it up.

I don't start back at the farm until May 13th. My cabin has no electricity currently but there is apparently a trench being dug, and it will contain both a real electrical line (not a duct-taped extension cord!) and a water line??? of some kind??? with actual potable water??? sounds fake but ok.

but I am going to, not quite the farm, this week, leaving tomorrow. And i am going to stay with my middle-little sister. Because her housemate moved out, and her house needs some renovations, and now she's thinking she needs to sell that house and downsize to a smaller one, and that's all fine but like the main thing she needs to do is to get rid of like 3/4 of the objects she owns, and i say this from a place of I also have to get rid of like 3/4 of the objects I own and I dont' know how to do it or how to make her do it either and hate the entire concept of the process. But hey. There it is.

I am bringing her a kitchen table and a whole-ass tree that was rescued from dude's work office but is too tall for our ceilings. she has higher ceilings. we'll see how this goes.

i feel like i should be sort of retrospecting on what i did this off-season. right? like my life is in two annual chunks: farm work season, and not farm work season. Farm work season is usually April-ish through the beginning of December. And then since the beginning of December I've been doing Not Farm Work and I have no idea if I've achieved any of those goals. Did I set goals? IDK.

I did want to get my ADHD shit sorted out. So I started seeing a therapist. And she's admitted she's like, for short-term stuff, and needs to get me passed along to more of a specialist type person maybe. IDK. I've been told to form habits, told to buy a notebook to turn my life around with, and in other doses been fed things that i have largely seen before because i have been living like this for like, 40 years.

anyway. and also i tried all the basic meds, everything's "here try this and see what it does" dosages have given me negative side effects and no good effects, so if I want to continue trying to medicate myself I need to actually have a psychiatrist who I can ask questions of and get a response faster than two weeks. (That's how long it took to hear back on whether I could stop taking atomoxetine when it started giving me really bad anhedonia. Thankfully i had already figured that out on my own twelve days before, because i could not have lived like that for those twelve additional days, it was really bad. also he was like "and discontinue wellbutrin" my friend i discontinued wellbutrin in 2014 so i'm not sure who this was addressed to.)

but. yesterday's conversation, the therapist was going on about different things-- I had been given a rundown by a friend about the different types of behavioral therapy that existed, and how some of those might be more useful in trying to make concrete improvements in one's life, and my person was like "the thing is most of those are just fancy names for stuff you've largely already encountered so there is not going to be a magic technique that fixes you" and it's like

the thing is when have i ever said "find magic technique/drug that fixes me" is a therapy goal? That's not my goal. My goal is explicitly "figure out better coping mechanisms than what I have because brute-forcing normality for as long as I can and then feeling real shitty when I can't anymore isn't very sustainable", and no, I don't think that ACT or DBT is going to magically fix me, but if I can find more tools through a coordinated approach, wouldn't that be good?

What i can say is that so far using a lot of CBT-lite language and making lists has actually given me a borderline-pathological avoidance of my Special Notebook, in which i can no longer write but i do still carry it everywhere like a talisman (it's very useful. not), so I'm writing essays on discarded envelopes because I can't even use The Good Scrap Paper for this, when I tell you I've scarred myself trying to figure out how to make a fucking to-do list I'm not exaggerating.

So I have an essay written on an envelope from which i'm trying to extract, like, a thematic through-line to guide me in what to do next, and then a bunch of witterings in a discord convo, and I wrote a list of things I want to bring, and I did go move some furniture just now so I can get that table out of my house at some point.

Anyway, though, mid-conversation, the therapist was like, "have you ever heard of smorkles?" and i was like "i'm -- what? smorkles?" and she was excited and was like "oh this one will be so good for you!" and i was like "Sporkles? Smorkles? I'm not sure i"m hearing you, can you spell that" and she proceeded to spell out the word "smart" which

yes I do know about SMART goals actually, they are a management technique from the 80s that my dude uses extensively in his job as a staff engineer (which is like management but not quite) in his very corporate job at a very large software company, and he had laid out the criteria for me very earnestly once on a walk. so i do in fact know about them but not how to really apply that to my own life, and would need to figure out how to break that down, and i need a lot more steps than 'find a pen' and 'buy The Notebook That's Gonna Turn Your Life Around' to make that work.

but anyway.

i've decided now that smorkles are my new technique. and yes also smart goals but I think I'm going to call it "smorkles" because then I can make memes about my commitment to smorkle motion etc.

i need to figure out what SMORKLE is an anagram for. er, not anagram. the other thing.

[misskingshit]

So close yet so far

summary: They both want it with all their might, they need it. But how difficult can it be to face their own fears just to be together?

note: I really hope nobody notices how much I fcking love Bucky lol.. xoxo

IMPORTANT: I wanted to make something clear, this type of attitudes in a partner in real life its completely unacceptable, this is pure fiction and I wrote this knowing the intetions and feelings behind every character, you do not accept this type of rection or attitude from anyone!, in any case, reach out to someone, a parent, a teacher, a friend, dont be scared!. I know bucky its not being violent or abusive but Idk why I just wanted to say this in case someone needs to read it.

chapter I - chapter II - chapter III - chapter IV

Unseen Tension

Bucky had been trying his best to ignore it, to keep his cool. But no matter how many times he told himself it wasn’t a big deal, he just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. You and Peter had been spending more and more time together lately, talking about tech, helping with upgrades for your suits, laughing over some joke only the two of you found funny. It wasn’t anything bad, but to Bucky? It might as well have been an affair.

You didn’t notice it, of course. To you, Peter was just another friend, another person in the family, and you were just being nice, helping him out. You had no idea how much Bucky’s blood was boiling whenever he saw the two of you too close, too comfortable.

He walked into the living room where you and Peter were sitting on the couch. Peter was explaining some new tech idea to you, leaning in slightly, gesturing with his hands as he spoke. Your eyes were locked on him as you nodded along, a smile tugging at your lips.

It was innocent. Too innocent. But to Bucky, it felt like a dagger in his chest.

“Hey, Bucky!” you called out, noticing him standing in the doorway, but his gaze was fixed on you and Peter. He didn’t respond immediately, his jaw tightening as he watched Peter's hand move a little too close to your shoulder.

“You alright, Buck?” Sam’s voice came from behind him, but Bucky didn’t acknowledge him.

He wasn’t alright. Not at all. The way Peter smiled at you, the way you laughed, made Bucky feel like he was losing you.

The Breaking Point

Later that night, Bucky found himself pacing the hallway, his mind running in circles. His anger kept rising, but he couldn’t exactly put a finger on why. He tried telling himself it was just his protective instinct kicking in. But deep down, he knew it was more than that.

The moment he walked into the training room, though, the frustration he’d been bottling up exploded.

You were standing there, talking to Peter, as usual. And, as usual, Bucky saw things differently. Your laugh, the way Peter reached out to hand you a device, the way your fingers brushed ever so lightly—it was too much.

His fists clenched, and before he even realized it, he was already moving toward you both.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Bucky's voice rang out, low and threatening.

You turned toward him in surprise. “Bucky, what—?”

Peter looked up from the tech in his hands, confused. “Uh, hey, man. We’re just talking.”

But Bucky didn’t care about that. His eyes burned with jealousy as they locked onto Peter, who had the audacity to stand there so close to you.

“Get your hands off her, Parker,” Bucky snapped, his voice laced with venom. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Peter froze, his expression shifting between bewildered and unsure. “I didn’t mean anything by it, Bucky.”

Bucky ignored him and stepped closer to you, his hands grabbing your wrist and pulling you to him. “I don’t want you close to her anymore, Parker. Got it?” His voice was a low growl, as though every word he spoke was laced with warning.

You yanked your wrist away, anger flashing in your eyes. “Bucky, you’re being ridiculous—”

But Bucky wasn’t listening. Without another word, he took a hold of your arm again, this time more forcefully, and began leading you out of the room.

As Bucky pulled you down the hallway, he didn’t care that you were protesting, trying to get free from his grip. The only thing in his mind was that he needed to get you alone. Away from Peter. Away from anyone who might take you from him.

When he reached his room, he slammed the door shut behind him, his chest heaving as his anger spilled out. He was shaking, trying to contain the rage that had been building inside him for days.

You tried to break free from his grip, but Bucky was relentless. “Let go of me, Bucky!” you shouted, but he just pulled you into his room, slamming the door with his back.

“No,” he growled. “Not until you understand. I don’t care if you don’t feel the same way, but I’m not letting anyone get that close to you. Not him. Not anyone.”

His voice was so cold, so intense, and you took a step back, shocked. “What the hell is wrong with you? Peter is just—he’s just a friend.”

But Bucky wasn’t listening. In one swift motion, he grabbed your wrist again and pulled you toward him. You gasped as he cut you off with a kiss—hard, demanding. His lips were rough against yours, almost punishing. His hands moved to your back, pulling you even closer, his body pressed against yours.

You tried to pull away, but the intensity of the kiss held you captive. It was a storm of emotion, of jealousy, of ownership. And despite yourself, your body betrayed you, responding to him, to the heat, to the fire he was lighting inside you.

“You’re mine,” Bucky breathed against your lips when he pulled away, his hands gripping your hips as if to ground you to him. His eyes searched yours, fierce with need. “And I’m not letting anyone take you from me. Not him. Not anyone.”

You stood there, breathless, unsure of what to say, of how to feel. The air between you was thick with something neither of you had acknowledged before.

But then Bucky kissed you again, more desperately this time, and for a moment, you let him. Let him take the control that you didn’t know he was seeking.

As the door to Bucky's room slammed shut, Tony Stark was sitting in the security room, watching the cameras. He had been keeping an eye on the compound, and something about the way Bucky had stormed off earlier left him uneasy.

But what he saw on the monitors made his blood run cold. His daughter, his baby girl, in Bucky's arms, the two of them kissing like the world had faded away. He sat there, his jaw clenched, his mind racing.

“What the hell?” Tony muttered to himself, his hand gripping the edge of the desk.

He immediately stormed toward Bucky’s room, practically bursting through the door. “What the hell is going on here, Bucky?”

Bucky was standing at the edge of the bed, his chest rising and falling with anger, while you were still catching your breath, trying to make sense of everything.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Tony’s voice was laced with rage, his eyes locking onto Bucky. “She’s my daughter, Barnes. Not yours. You don’t get to do this. What happened to respecting boundaries?”

Bucky didn’t back down, his stance unwavering as he stared Tony down. “I’m not letting anyone take her away from me,” he growled.

Tony’s fist clenched, a vein popping in his neck. “You’re out of your mind, Buck. Don’t you ever touch my daughter again.”

[cantgetworsethanthistbh]

pleeaase forgive me if this is too out of pocket horny, but as a fellow micro kink person.... stan tucking ford into his pants, snugly between his dick and balls, to keep him safe and free up his hands. he can only be so safe in stan's pocket after all, if the boat is in a storm or stan is fighting a monster. nestling ford's little body under the weight of his cock, pressed securely into the soft hammock of stan's balls behind him, barely even visible but for his little limbs wrapping around stan's shaft. stan pulls on briefs for once to keep everything in place, and ford is squeezed by gentle heat and pressure from all sides, which shifts and kneads him rhythmically as stan goes about his day. ford's entirely buried in warm, pliant skin, the weight around him heavy and inescapable, stan's hot pulse beating inexorably against his entire body. there's the taste of salt on his tongue as he pants in the heat, he's drowning in stan's scent and musk, his entire world is stan, stan, stan. he could lose himself here, his mind blessedly blank but for stan's heat and weight and how small ford is against him.

(and for stan, ford is simply warm and safe and secure, and he doesn't have to deal with fords big pleading eyes begging stan to forgive him. and if he gets a little cockwarmer out of the deal. well that's just a bonus.)

and ford is so good, so pliant, that stan can almost pretend that ford hadn't undermined him and he's  on his boat alone. sitting at his desk fixing his fishing rod, or on the deck fishing for dinner. at least until ford shifts a little and nuzzles his face against the base of stan's cock and stan feels a bolt of heat shoot right through his body

this is actually the greatest thing i have ever read. i dont even have anything to add this is just so fucking good. god to be ford and to be protected inside stans boxers and to smell him all over and feel him against you all the time and tk be so safe. while also being his convinient little cock warmer and where stan can take a break from having ford look at him all pathetically. my god you cooked so hard with this idea. canon. its sooo canon.

and God. wait. to add on to that last part, ford realizing stan might be a bit pent up after travelling around with ford in his pockets and basically bringing him around everywhere. Stan reacting rather strongly to his sigh and nuzzle with a huge ass jolt, to the literal smallest bit of air Ford sent towards his cock.

Ford deciding there, if Stan doesn't want to forgive him based on his pleads alone, he'd forgive him if he makes himself more than a tiny burden, right?

He'll start to rub his hands on Stan's cock, slow and deliberate and Stan gasps, because he realizes no, Ford isn't just doing a little moving to make himself comfortable, he's actually touching Stan, fullblown. Even when they're so small, he can feel all six of his fingers stroking him until he's half hard— and he can't ignore it anymore.

"Ford," Stan hisses when he tugs the elastic of his boxers back just to look at his brother, who's continuing to run his hands up and down his dick. "What are you doing?"

"You're really pent up, Stanley," Ford observes, like its the weather, or with the curiosity sprinkled in his voice, maybe more like the way he would have been observing "anamolies" on the beach when they were teenagers. He gestures to Stan's half hard shaft, to the sac sitting snugly against the fabric of his boxers and chair.

"You're excitable rather easily, so these must be full of your sperm already," His tiny cheeks turn red, like he has any right to be cute with what he's doing, with what he's talking about. "I can understand why... You haven't exactly been as alone as you'd like, these days."

"Ford—"

"No matter, I'll take care of it," Ford says, stroking the growing length of Stan, looking up at Stan, with those damn big eyes begging please, let me take care it, let me take care of you, Stanley, let me make it up to you, please.

Stan hates that word so much, the marksman word of needing another person and how it's always a small way of begging. The word feels like salt on tongue but like dark chocolate when he looks at Ford's huge eyes, all sweet and bitter. "Just try to relax, Stanley. You won't even know I'm here."

[nyancrimew]

fucked up sorta intoxicated long vent

cw: uuh mental health, drugs, suicide mentions, very much is just an existential crisis put into post form

this is not a suicide note or anything, im about to go cuddle up with my wife and go to sleep i just had to get my fucked up thoughts out, i might delete this tomorrow

meaning

it's so hard to find meaning in life anymore. i live for those around me, for those i love, those who love me back. yet i keep hurting them, everything keeps falling apart. i live out of spite, i cant let authority win. yet im slowly giving up my cause. i live to prove a point. ive long forgotten what point it even is anymore.

there hasnt really been any new compelling reason to keep going in over 10 years now. i honestly wonder how much it even really takes anymore to drive me to suicide. it can't be that much, im already always living on edge.

i just barely know who i even am anymore, ive largely forgotten the first 20 years of my life, and the last 3 are mostly just fog as well. forced to live in the moment, carrying all the baggage of all the previous moments i dont even have memories of anymore.

how are people just like able to keep living, regularly finding joy. how are people able to deal with bad times without immediately pondering all the ways in which they could kill themselves in?

god i need therapy so fucking bad. i keep dragging down everyone around me. how can i fix all the damage ive done, a sorry won't do. how can i fix all the damage done to me, no sorry will ever do.

why are the only options to just keep going, ignoring all the pain, or ending it all forever. where is the restart button, where can i reset, rewind, apply what ive learned to the situations where i fucked up. how do i go back and undo all the trauma. the trauma i experienced myself and the trauma i put on others.

we're all just lost children in a world not made for us. where is our world. where is the place in which we can find solace. your arms make me feel safe, and at home. but i know you feel the same way i do.

it pains me to know we're in this together, god if only i could bear your pain, if only i could bear everyone elses pain. it hurts me to know you feel this way too. no one should have to know how this feels. i wanna take on all the pain in this world so i can leave and turn the world around.

am i just failing at being a part of this society or is society failing me. i am like one bureaucratic fuck up away from dying alone on the street with no roof over my head. i cannot be self dependent, why does this society fully expect such a thing of me.

is this all worth it for the few moments of bliss, for sparing the people around me from the pain of losing me. would the pain of losing me be greater than the pain i cause every day?

i am lost. i dont know anymore. fuck i need therapy. or just anything that can fix me. the drugs certainly haven't yet, but at least i also have dependency to fight with now i guess.

yea fuck man idk

[rinwritiesbutitssecret]

NEW STORY

modelled this off my hi, my name is rin post but changed it for my new character and stuff

hi, my name is Ollie.

you might know me already, seen me in passing, hate me or know nothing about me.

you may also know me as Oliver, or Davis, or honey if you’re my mother.

i like a lot of stuff, like music and poetry and art.

I love my cat. A lot.

i do some sports, like running and rock climbing, but thats not really my kinda thing. i also write songs, play guitar.

i like english, and art, i enjoy reading and writing essays, i got gifted kid burnout but i love doing stuff too much to stop.

sometimes, i feel rather old. but im just a kid in this fucked up world and sometimes that makes me sad.

im depressed, and have anxiety, and a slew of mental health issues. i'm also probably neurodivergent.

im not very normal, in a lot of regards, but i think that adds to my character.

im trans, specifically transmasc, but im getting to a stage where im starting to not give a shit what they see me as.

im aroace, technically. but as far as im concerned i like my cat and i dont really know what else.

i do a lot of stuff, i consume a lot of media.

my birthday is soon, which i suppose is why im writing this, but i thought i should reintroduce myself to me. as i age i've managed to be the same person, in a lot of different ways. i dont always recognize the person in the mirror, but i think thats ok.

i hope its ok.

and ive come to realize maybe i dont need to be fixed. im definitely not normal but i've never wanted to be either.

id like to be someone who does cool shit, and someone who makes and advocates and does what i love. but normality is simply not for me and i really rather be a crazy bitch in the middle of the woods than a normal bitch in the suburbs.

so yeah, i'm Ollie, welcome or welcome back to my shitshow of a brain.

–

Life is confusing, and the older I get the more I see that.

I live the same day, every day.

Same food and same clothes, same faces and foes. 

I need things to be the same, or I freak out. 

–

Today was not the same. Today, I met him.

Him being my new acquaintance, Imogen.

Something about him is different, and I like that a lot.

He reads the same book every day, over, and over.

Sometimes I wonder if he doesn’t even have to look at the pages anymore.

I asked him about it, his reasoning. All he said was that he cannot not read it. Nothing more. 

I wonder if it is magical, like he is cursed to read it forever. But he’s probably just like me, needing the same. 

–

Today he invited me over. I agree to come, though it disrupts my routine. My therapist told me I should step out of my comfort zone.

To be honest, I think that is bullshit, but so what.

I do feel the panic rising within me, yet Gen has a certain calming presence. 

That reminds me, I call him Gen now. 

We sit on his bedroom floor, staring at his ceiling. It has constellations, it’s spectacular. 

Then, we play Monopoly.

Then, we watch TV.

Oddly enough, I don’t recognize the show, yet something draws me in. 

That’s when he hands me the book, his book. Yet, it's not as weathered as his copy. 

Odd. 

I didn’t know he had several.

Up until this moment, I saw no other copies around the room.

—

He tells me to start reading, as the TV static begins to fill my brain.

I agree. 

–

[heckinpupperino]

ok this is going to sound really unempathetic and probably ableist… i love my friend to death but shes bipolar and its staring to take a toll on me. which i hate because i know however badly i feel she feels tenfold, but weve been friends for coming up on a decade now (good friends for abt 5 yrs) and i cant remember many times where shes not relying entirely on me to keep her sane and i dont know what to do anymore. idk much about bipolar so maybe someone can give me some advice or something idk. she lives in another state now but its like the only time she ever communicates with me is to tell me shes having an episode and how miserable she is and oh my god typing this i feel awful being annoyed by it but i just dont know what to tell her anymore. she wont go to therapy or take medication so thats out, she pretty much just uses me to vent about the same things over and over and over and thats the only time we talk. i pretty much decided a while ago that i cant fix anything or help or do much other than listen which i think is what matters the most, someone who will just listen, but atp even listening is becoming grating. aghhh which i fucking hate admitting. its just like, im having a lot of issues right now and i hate being the person that has to handle her issues too, it seems like she literally has no one else to talk to, idek where im going with this i guess im just venting now. she calls me in tears almost once a week now and this is cruel but like i do have a life of my own and im usually busy when she does and if i answer i get stuck on the phone for hours listening about the same stuff ive already given her advice on. i know being annoyed is unfair but its such a chore sometimes. but at the same time its not like shes asking for much so i get mad at myself for being irritated. idk

[akiraarabella]

CAN WE ALSO PLEASE TALK ABOUT THIS SCENE?!?!?!

IT WAS NOT A KISS SCENE BUT IT WAS AS POWERFUL AS ONE!!!

Their THE KISS scene on season 3 episode 5 (yes i remember exactly dont ask why) it was REALLY powerful because it literally showed us the development between the two characters from them trying to kill one another (mostly Rayla) to saving each other and Callum expressing it such a beautiful way by his speech with "Because she's Rayla" Playing in the background was just TO DIE FOR!!!! it was emotional, romantic, strong! It was everything! It wasnt forced it was just there in the perfect time. I can never stop praising the shows writers enough istg. Even rn im listening to that ost in the background.

I cant lie bc it was adorable seeing these two being all lovey dovey with each other by kissing and hugging etc. But when season 4 begins, their relationship is just not there anymore. Yes there are bits and pieces but they're scattered everywhere. Callum reminiscing about her and their time together gives us half of the answer. Something happened that pulled them apart but what is it?

When he was looking out in the balcony to the sky, their theme was also playing at the background but so soft and so weak that you felt Callums' pain. It was a sad track, it was a tragic track. Raylas' memories were still there but not herself. And it made him so sad that the dude said it was NOT his BIRTHDAY but the ANNIVERSARY OF RAYLAS' LEAVING!!!! THIS BOY CARES ABOUT RAYLA MORE THAN HE CARES ABOUT HIMSELF!!!

From then on the relationship starts to have a second build up. Its like strangers to friends to lovers to strangers to ??? . The only difference of this build up compared to first three seasons is that there is already an established relationship, its just broken. So in a way they start again. Going on adventures, being there for each other in case either of them needs help. Callum doesnt let his feelings for her suppress his hurt which was also caused by her but little by little it starts to heal. It starts to fix.

Here we see Rayla admit to her mistake of going after revenge and leaving the most important thing she has behind (aka Callum obv) . Her admitting this out loud is so great to hear. Because she know she made a mistake and that mistake hurt Callum and she intends to FIX that mistake. She gives him the space he needs while also staying close enough in case he would need her. Just like Soren said "sometimes you need time to work through the weird, and then it'll work out or dont. The heart do what it do or dont what it dont"

And thats exactly what happens! With time the awkwardness becomes less and less and their hearts do the job. Their feelings for each other were never gone in the first place, and when they both finally realise that it just keeps getting better. In the form of saving friends (Zym and Soren) they remember how it felt working together which helps them get closer.

But even tho they act close their words are still apart. They dont admit it. They dont talk about it. They just go along with it. But then Rayla gets caught sneaking Runaans' bow. When Callum orders them to release her even without knowing the reason why, Rayla picks up what he's putting down. He trusts her, he doesnt push her to explain him anything because he knows that she will when she is ready. She sees that there is still a chance to make things just like before maybe even better.

(Also in this scene when they're going to the grand bookery and they cross this path, she says "its an old wound that's healing" I cant help but feel like its a parallel to their relationship. The wound of leaving for two years but now finally working through it. Its just perfect)

So yep after everything she admits it, which is also perfect because she was the one that made a mistake so she does fix it and she does it right.

"Im glad we could be here together, looking at the stars..." She says.

And Callum feeling the same way rests his head on hers. ITS JUST PERFECT AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! THE WAY THAT THEY STILL KEEP TALKING ABOUT STARS AND THIS WHOLE SCENE HAVING AS MUCH POWER AS THEIR KISS SCENE AND DARE I SAY EVEN MORE (i dont know which wins bc i was jumping around screaming when they kissed after Callums' poetic speech LOL it was ROMANTIC ALRIGHT?! 😭😭😭😭 SAME GOES FOR THIS ONE)

And the thing is that it'ss so easy to mess up. They could've gone for a route like "hey im back after two years of absence" "Oh hi its great to see you again" And its not just the characters and their relationships but also the world that you're telling to the audience. It is so easy to get it wrong ESPECIALLY if you are writing Fantasy. With so many kingdoms, dragons, elves and other species with also magic its very very simple to mess up. Im glad that they went this way with the story telling. Its more natural, more enjoyable and it just works perfectly.

ANYWAY IVE BEEN WRITING THIS FOR WAY TOO LONG BUT IF YOU MANAGED TO FINISH READING IT TILL THE END OMG YOU'RE A FUCKING ROCKSTAR IDK I LOVE YOU THANK YOU!!! 😫😫😫💕💕💕💕

[the-s1lly-corner]

Slenderman and Laughing Jack x reader who sleeps a lot

Call this the sleepy corner the way I keep snoozing (I truly genuinely do not like how much I sleep)

Notes: reader is GN, based off of admins experiences yet again, reader is not explicitly stated to have any sleep disorders however it can be seen as such

CWs: none

SLENDERMAN

mentioned it in the self care post but hes not 100% sure whats normal and whats not but he does notice when youre sleeping for more than half the day for... a few days in a row

keeps a close eye on you to see if theres any other running themes and anything that may be making it worse

love the headcanon that he can kind of "sense" when theres something going on with you, so at least if there IS something afoot going on inside of you, subtly urges you to seek out assistance

will "ban" you from consuming in anything that may make the problem worse (caffeine or just stimulants in general), and by ban hes probably going to stash them somewhere out of sight for the time being

WILL keep you inside and at home if youre too tired to function or to go do... anything really- drive, work, and so on. hes not going to let there be any chance for you to get hurt or worse

takes care of the household chores until you both find a way to boost your energy

keeps you on a tight sleep schedule, as well

he doesnt need to sleep so if hes already caught up on what needs to be done, hes simply..

going to watch you to see if theres anything going on in your sleep that may be causing this

LAUGHING JACK

at first he was really into it because you would let him cuddle and snuggle with you! and thats always nice! and its not like he doesnt WANT to do that with you anymore

but youre hardly ever awake and jacks starting to feel lonely- and he feels even worse when he finds out you dont WANT to be so tired all the time

does his best to help you try to find a solution- fixing your sleep schedule, finding what makes sleeping more... better quality for you... as well as generally trying to make small changes in your life

he cant do much given that he is confined to your home for the most part, he cant exactly come with you outside unless you carry him around in his box...

very good at keeping you awake until its time to go to sleep! hes also like a breathing weighted blanket sooooo.... cuddling is back on the table!

keeps you home/from driving if he feels youre too tired to get in the car, will 1000% call into your place of work pretending to be you and say you're sick or something..

a little heart broken that youre turning down the treats he offers you- limiting caffeine intake and such

your loudest supporter if/when you go try to get yourself evaluated for something