#need to write these fake texts rn

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

yk that part in chan’s railway stage when he like interacts with the camera? like he does a ‘chin grab’ or a ‘head pat’ ??

i EAT THAT SHIT UP especially the head pat

god it makes me feel so tiny! it’s so daddy. i can’t. someone help. i need him. im going to combust.

[hiis-theme]

somewhere out there is an alternate timeline where toby was correct and people actually did hate spamton. could you imagine that. i have to imagine we wouldn't have gotten the spamton sweepstakes in that case which is crazy to think about given how much lore that gave us-

[rhonnie23]

Mating Season SKZ ’00 Line

Minors DO NOT interact, you will be blocked

AHHHHHHH i love this so much! I'm not taking requests rn but BABE i love me a good alien skz ( i blame @daydreams-after-dark). I hope this is to your liking babe. Based on this request

Pairing: alien SKZ ’00 line x fem!reader

WARNING: alien slime, LOTS of cum, name calling(cockslut, slut, pet, angel, baby) degrading, praising, Hyunjin & Seungmin are mean, teasing, edging, nipple play, oral p & v, cursing, unprotected (wear condoms babes), creampies, alien eggs of course, implied pregnancy, one mention of a tentical, ot8 implied, stretch kink(?) kinda proof read

Words: 1.1k

Summary: It’s mating season for your alien boyfriends & you completely forgot. It start off with your favorite sunshine twins, but things get a bit out of hand when the rest of ’00 line joins. Now you are surrounded by Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix & Seungmin who all wants to lay their eggs in your breedable cunt.

An: My requests are closed unless if skz fake texts. But skz alien orgy with lots of slime is hard to pass up. Also I’m so sorry this took so long. Between studying for finals, work & Christmas shopping plus trying to sleep. I’ve only been able to write a little at a time😭😭

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It was that time of year & you completely forgot. Mating season for your eight beautiful & horny alien boyfriends. You should have known, all the signs was there. Jeongin being clingy, Felix becoming very possessive. Even your always calm puppy Seungminnie was off. A few days ago if Chan wasn’t there your pretty sure he would’ve bit Felix for not letting him near you.

Now here you are covered in most of your boyfriends cum, slime from your sunshine twins mixed with your own cum & sweat. You’ve lost count of how many times you came long ago. Jisung was under you with your back on his chest filling you with one of his cocks. You’ve always loved the fact that Jisung has two cocks. Even though one was bigger than the other, they always felt so good filling up your holes.

“No matter how much we prep her, she’s always so tight,” Jisung almost growls into the nape of your neck. He lays against the headboard with your back on him, as he bottoms out in your ass. Jisung has your legs up by the bend of your knees, holding them wide open for Felix. The switch from the sweet angels to almost horny teenage energy Jilix gives always makes your head spin. “Please, Lix.. please need you,” you whimper as he runs his hook like cock from your clit to your opening, over & over again.

“Don’t stop, I love seeing our little pet like this” you & Felix both whine at Hyunjin’s order. Jisung has been slowly rocking in & out of you. With the Felix repeated rubbing his thick cock over your slime cum cover cunt, your getting closer to your release. “ The pathetic cockslut is already crying & we just got here,” even Jisung whimper this time at the teasing voice of Kim fucking Seungmin.

“Please, please close, need inside.” Seungmin kisses at the tears that have falling from your eyes. “ Need, need, need,” you repeat unable to say complete sentences. “ Dumb pet so hungry for a cock she can’t even speak correctly.” Even though the degradation was directed at you, it had also had an affect on Felix & Jisung. Hyunjin was not only edging you but the twins as well.

“Hyun she so tight, please” Jisung moaned not stopping but speeding up matching Felix’s speed. “Need both in her” he moaned loudly as his second cock entered your weeping cunt. Sucking him in as if it knew who it was. Jisung rhythm didn’t miss a beat. Both of your moans getting louder & louder.

“Shit,” the other three say in sync. “More,” you scream out locking eyes with the blonde alien above you. Felix swears he could have exploded at that very moment. Jisung slowed down only a bit so Felix could squeeze in. Felix wasn’t as long as Jisung’s or any of the others cocks but oh how he made up for in how thick he was.

As he enters you, Hyunjin put his warm plush lips on your clit. The moment Felix bottoms out, Seungmin pinches one nipple while sucking on the other. Hyunjin using his slit tongue is all it takes for the knot in your stomach to form. You faintly hear Seungmin saying something along the line to cum & it feels like you whole body explodes in pleasure. Jisung & Felix are fucking you through your release & they are not holding back. Hyunjin’s still sucking at your swollen clit, moaning at the taste of you sending you into your second release, soaking Hyunjin’s face. Felix cum next & Jisung is not far behind. Moaning loud in your ear before biting on your shoulder & filling both your holes.

“Angel open for me,” Seungmin saying tapping his leaking cock to you red puffy lips. You do as you told, instinctively, sticking out your tongue. As you lick at his mushroom tip, Seungmin his kneeling next to your head stoking himself like his life depends on. Your eyes locks with his as you wrap your lips around him & releases. His thick, purple almost lavender cum fills your mouth. He pulls back a bit & coats you chin & red swollen lips.

Once Seungmin finishes you look over to see Hyunjin already looking at you. He replaced his lips with two of his delicious fingers. You hear Felix moan somewhere but the way Hyunjin is looking at you has you stuck. Seungmin probably teasing the sensitive blonde somewhere out of your line of vision. Jisung is still underneath you with one of his cocks still hard & buried deep inside you.

“ Sungie,” Hyunjin purrs & you physically feel Jisung’s body shiver. “Don’t you have something you want to ask our pretty slut?” you uncontrollably clenched around Jisung, causing both to let a pleased moan. “Come on sung, tell our little pet what you want” Seungmin giggled out from behind Felix, as he jerks him off at agonizingly slow paste.

“I.. I want to lay my eggs in angel,”

“Me too.” Felix almost yells out before you can even respond. “I want to fill our pretty pet with my eggs,” he moaned out as Seungmin picked up speed. “She would be so pretty with a round tummy, full of my eggs. Fuck angel I need you. I need to fill your warm, beautiful cunt now!”

Half way through Felix’s rant, Jisung started to fuck you again starting off nice & slow. Now he is pushing into you so fast & hard. If he didn’t have one of his tentacles wrapped around your waist, he would have thrown you to the other side of the bed if not the floor. You can feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter & tighter. “ Angel, close.. Lay eggs,” Jisung huffed & whimpered out. There was nothing more you wanted than to be filled with your boyfriends' eggs. Now not only one but two are asking, no begging & sounding so pretty. How could you say no?

“Please ‘m so close. Need. Fuck. Need you both,” you all but moan out making eye contact with the whimpering blonde & pushing back to meet your other boyfriends' hips as he thrust into you.

Felix was back between your thighs as if he never left. You & Jisung slowed down just enough for Felix to slide his now even larger cock in & bottom out in one go. The burn from both of the twins swollen cocks & Jisung slow thrust sent you into the most intense orgasm of your life. Your unexpected climax sending two of your boyfriends into their own climax. Jisung first & quickly followed by Felix. Your spamming muscles are milking the eggs out so beautifully Felix thinks he might pass out.

"I'm next," Seungmin says moving closer to you as Hyunjin helps Felix off of you. You hear the door to your room open as Seungmin & Hyunjin bicker. You watch as the rest of your boyfriends almost fall over each other at the sight of you. Tonight was going to be a long night, you thought as Changbin was the first to get out of the trance you had them under. Changbin advancements triggered the others & you were once again surrounded by your beautiful & horny boyfriends.

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Taglist Open:

@whoreforchanin @megtheekpopslut @namjoonandchanswife @ipurplebtsminyoongi @svtrighthereworld @galaxy4489

©rhonnie23ownallcopyrights

[demonic0angel]

Now that we've seen the Waynes reacting to the Fentons, how about the four Fenton's reactions going like

Vlad faked his death -> We get to wear our hot funeral outfits -> Bruce Wayne brought his hot kids -> Wayne's hot kids are looking at us like they can barely keep their hands to themselves

(It got a little long, but it's mostly dialogue with 2 pictures. I wasn't really sure how to write this but I tried my best.

Part of this post.)

Danny: Wait, Vlad died?!

Jazz: Yeah, we're supposed to go to the funeral in a few days.

Dani: *distraught* are you serious?! How could this have happened?! Are you sure??

Danny: Wait! I'll ask Dan rn if he can confirm! It's his turn patrolling, maybe he can check?

*texting* Danny: is Vlad dead?

Dan: Let me check

Dan: Nope

Danny: wait, what? How'd you know?

Dan:

[Image description: it is a picture of Dan's messages with Vlad. The name on top is "Soul Donor 🙄". Dan sends 3 messages: "Dad. I need money. Venmo request for $1000." Vlad responds with only "Vlad Masters accepted the Venmo and sent $5000."]

*speaking aloud* Danny: Vlad's alive.

Dani: ... are you serious.

Jazz: Well, at least we know he's alive? So now we can attend the funeral and—

Dani and Danny: —crash it to get our revenge!

Jazz: —have peace of mind!

Dani and Danny:

Jazz:

Dani and Danny:

Jazz: oh.

At the funeral, they're like:

[Image description: Jazz, Dan, Danny, and Dani are dressed in their funeral fits, with their backs facing the crowd. They look awkward, even while serving looks. There are four chibi people behind them with sparkling eyes of greed. They are presumably Jason, Dick, Cass, and Tim.

Jazz: ... are they still staring?

Dan: ... yep.]

[lullxby]

hi love!! could you write a jj x reader where he is in love with her but is scared to commit to a relationship because he’s never truly been loved before and doesn’t rlly think he deserves it? and it’s reader’s first relationship too? <3

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ I LOVE YOU, I’M SORRY (j.m.)

(jj maybank x kook!reader)

summary : in which a boy loves a girl so much it scares him.

w.c. : 2.3k

a/n : ughh LOVED this request, part two in the process but im trying to get something out for each character i have requests for rn!

warning(s) : angst, slight misunderstanding,

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jj maybank loved you. you knew it, he knew it.

he even thought you felt the same. from the way you’d carefully clean out his wounds in the dead of night, or the way you’d make sure he ate at your house because you knew it was one of the only times he’d be fed. all of it make him believe his feelings were requited.

you were so, so good to him. too good, in fact. too good to be true.

he didn’t deserve it. he didn’t deserve any of it— your gentle touches, the sweet treats you’d give him, none of it. he was too rough for someone like you, too violent.

he had hurt so many people, you had to know about it. if you knew about it, there was no way your intentions were good, no matter how much his gut was screaming at him to just give in.

you’d just end up hurting him, that had to be your goal. some sick joke to laugh about with your friends. either that or he’d hurt you. the latter was more likely, he knew that in the same way he knew he loved you.

but, he needed an excuse to flee. he convinced himself it was some cruel style of humor, telling himself he had a right to leave you like this, to ghost you like this.

once he had continued telling himself it was all fake, he actually believed it. it made every time you hung out feel fake, as though he was just putting up appearances. he could tell you were getting confused by his change in demeanor, and wanted to ask him about it. if you did, he wouldn’t know what to say.

so, jj stopped showing up.

he sat comfortably on the chateau couch, the old worn out fabric rough against his legs. his friends were arguing and panicking about something he didn’t care about, or couldn’t bring himself to care about. his mind was stuck on you.

every time his phone would vibrate, he’d desperately want to give it up and text you, saying he’ll be there as soon as he could. but he couldn’t. it was either you end up hurting him, which he couldn’t see happening because you’re so you, or he hurts you. he knew he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he hurt you.

so he didn’t answer your calls or texts.

1 missed call from y/n ❤️

y/n ❤️

j?

i thought you were coming over?

Delivered 4:58pm

he sighed, glancing at the clock hanging on the wall. It was almost two hours after he was supposed to be at your house, and even longer since he begun planning this detachment. he shifted uncomfortably in the seat, ignoring you causing an ache in his chest.

his friends looked over towards him, noticing the squeaking of the pullout couch. he had been uncharacteristically quiet this whole time. no matter what, he’d jump into an argument full on. yet he had stayed silent.

“dude, what’s the matter with you? you’ve been weird all day,” kiara pointed out, frowning a bit.

he opened his louth to answer, only to be cut off by sarah. the cameron girl had known you, having attended the kook academy together when you were younger. you were always sweet, so she was happy when you started hanging around for jj.

“yeah, and where’s y/n?”

his jaw clenched at that one. jj knew sarah was a fan of you, meaning john b. was too, and cleo thought you were kind, meaning pope thought well of you as well. it was like they were waiting for him to speak badly about you then shun him for it.

at least in his eyes. he felt he was going crazy.

“she’s busy,” he answered, his tone telling them to just drop it.

he punctuated his two word sentence by getting up from the couch, going out to the screened in porch, plopping down out there away from the group, leaving his phone inside where he couldn’t feel it vibrate as you texted and called.

god, you were too sweet for him. he’d just ruin you, like he did everything else.

the rest of the night passed by slowly. everything felt so much quicker with you. he had mentioned it once before, causing you to make some joke about having fun when time was flying. he couldn’t remember it exactly, and suddenly wished you were here to repeat it to him.

over and over again.

but you weren’t, thanks to him. even when you guys weren’t with each other, you’d still text and call each other. maybe this was for the best; he was too dependent on you anyway.

he fell asleep out on the porch, and you fell asleep alone in your bed. the window was left unlocked and cracked open, despite the cool air blowing in. just in case.

he never came.

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jj woke up around 10 and walked inside, noticing how everyone seemed to be still asleep in their respective areas. he spotted his phone on the couch, and made the mistake of checking it.

he scrolled through the notifications left by you, not opening them so it wouldn’t say read.

3 missed calls from y/n ❤️

y/n ❤️

jayyy

hello???

7:37pm

this isn’t funny, i’m worried about you

11:21pm

it wasn’t like him to just ignore your texts, especially if you called him. so you had sent this last one. which had happened to catch his eye.

y/n ❤️

atleast let me know you’re okay.

please?

delivered 12:07am

then nothing else after that. you had probably fallen asleep, he knew how you didn’t like staying up late. yet there you were, past midnight for him.

it was because you understood how his life could get sometimes. how he’d get busy, but more importantly, how he’d get hurt. it could’ve been by kooks (maybe starting something on the way to your house), or at the hands of his father.

you weren’t even mad at him, and if you were you weren’t showing it. his heart clenched at the thought. he couldn’t help it, he texted back.

jj 🌊🤍

im finw

read 10:52am

you read the message as soon as he sent it. of course you did. you had been waiting all day and night for him to answer. as soon as you read it, not like it took you long, you got more frustrated.

you had every right to be. he had ghosted you, then all you got was two words in response, and he couldn’t even bother to spell one of them right! you took a deep breath, trying to calm down. if you took it out on him, it’d only get worse.

he got another message, as soon as he had finished with his phone and shut it off.

+1 (123) 456-7890

i missed you yesterday

delivered 10:55am

he knew it was you, seeing your number instead of your name did nothing to change that.

he didn’t even open it.

maybe he was just going through something, you told yourself. it seemed like you guys had been close, close enough to where he’d come to you, but who knows. it could be too personal.

and in that case, he wouldn’t want to be bothered. you sighed, the thought bringing you back to the first time he had come over.

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jj had just gotten done surfing, it was obvious from the slightly damp state of his hair and the smell of salt water wafting off him. you had thought it’d be awkward— and so did he, you two were from completely different worlds.

but it wasn’t.

it was as if you guys had known each other for years.

the afternoon had flashed by, eventually ending with you and jj curled up under the many blankets you had oiled on your bed. the covers didn’t slip by without jj teasing you about them, saying something like ‘it’s summer, how do you sleep with this many blankets,’ while pretending to be drowning in them.

after the two of you had calmed down, you had ended up lying on top of his chest, messing with the chain that hung from his neck.

“y’know, i didn’t think you’d wanna come. thought i was jus’ some kook girl bothering you,” you had mumbled, heat rising to your cheeks with the lack of confidence you had shown.

he had just responded with a laugh, pressing a chaste kiss against your head, and saying “you could never bother me.”

but now, as he failed to return your texts, or even read them, it felt like that was all that was happening. like you couldn’t stop bothering him.

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jj shoved his phone in the pocket of his cargo shorts, sighing harshly as he did so. this was proving to be way more difficult than he had thought it’d be.

the boy ran a hand through his hair, not having his hat with him to readjust kn his head a thousand times.

he couldn’t stop thinking about you. how sad you may be, how angry (though he doubted that), how hurt. and the fact he knew he was doing that, that he was at fault? it was the worst feeling he thought he’d ever feel.

he kept strong, though, knowing deep down that it’d be worse if he kept going. he’d hurt you worse. he couldn’t do that. you weren’t just another one of his hookups. hell, the two of you hadn’t even had sex yet.

you wanted to wait, so he respected that. he honestly partly expected it. you weren’t like him. you weren’t the type to have casual hookups here and there. one time you had even told him you hadn’t been in a relationship, like, ever.

what he didn’t expect, though, was sarah’s words, emerging from the hallway that led to her and john b’s room.

“y/n’s coming over.”

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you knew the way he looked at you couldn’t be nothing. it meant something, just as the way he’d hold you did. maybe you didn’t have much experience to base it off of. maybe you were grasping at straws to prove to yourself that he had felt the same way about you that you did him, even if it was just for once.

but maybe, just maybe, he truly did feel the same way about you. you checked your phone almost every five minutes, in such a way that if you did it enough, it’d magically make his notification appear.

your hopes of a magical miracle were futile, as your message not only went unanswered, but unread as well.

did you do something wrong?

was this because you didn’t want to do anything yet?

he hadn’t cared when you had shut him down, he had just pulled you back into his arms and held you. even if he had cared, he didn’t show it. he still came over just as much, and he still treated you the same

that was the only apparent ‘reason’ he would be doing this, and it barely was one. you hadn’t been rude, you hadn’t talked badly about him or his friends to your own. his motivation for this whole ‘cold shoulder’ thing was a mystery.

the familiar ding came from your phone, signaling you had a message. you lunged for it, as if it were a bar of gold. it wasn’t jj, but it was sarah.

sarah 🫶🏻🐻

why haven’t you been coming around lately?

kie and i miss you :(

*1 image attached*

read 11:37am

you opened the attachment, a photo of the two girls pouting at the camera, an edited tear drop under each other their eyes. you laughed lightly at it, surprised st the fact they cared that much.

you and sarah had just begun getting close again, having known each other in your tween years. she introduced you to kie once when you were over, and you guys clicked almost instantly, but were nowhere near best friends.

you responded something casual, mentioning how you had been busy lately, not wanting to bring up the stuff with jj. you didn’t doubt they could figure out what happened— he was the main reason you came over, and he had been ‘way moody’ lately, as sarah would describe it.

sarah 🫶🏻🐻

too busy for a girls day? we wanna see you!!!

read 11:39am

you smiled at the offer, instantly accepting and saying you’d be there at noon. that gave you around twenty minutes to get ready and drive over, which would be plenty of time.

*sarah 🫶🏻🐻 loved your message*

you shut your phone off after seeing the notification, going back into your bedroom. as soon as you entered, your eyes flickered over to one of jj’s t-shirts flung over your vanity chair, and his hat hung on your bedpost.

you changed into an outfit that was cute but comfortable enough to walk around in, your hair already done and just needing a refresh from the humidity. after that was done, you folded up jj’s t-shirt, placing his hat on top.

if he was truly done, though you hoped he wasn’t, he’d want those back. you opened your phone, texting sarah to let her know you were on the way over.

it shouldn’t be too long until you got there, and you and jj could only hope it wouldn’t be too awkward.

dividers made by h-aewo!!

[lololololchips]

Ik you’re not taking requests rn but I had to get this out of my head because ik by the time you open your requests again I’ll forget. So you can 100% delete this if you want to. BUT I was thinking about the lyric writers in svt texting their s/o “pls break up with me for the next few hours I need to write a sad song rn” 💀💀💀

hellloo don’t be afraid to send a request even when they’re closed i will EVENTUALLY get to them😁😁

i decided to just do all the seventeen members but i switched some of them up, writers = the request and the non writers = something else (hope this makes sense????)

ANYWAYS HERE IT IS ENJOY!!

“breaking up” for inspo texts w/ || boyfriend texts with svt!

genre: fake texts, one shot au, fluff, angst, idol!bf

warnings: cursing, wanting to “break up”, very small angst, fem pronouns, typos i’m sorry😔

[s-rosie]

AVERY HCSSSSS

i thought our leading lady needed more appreciation so i made these hcs. a lot of these are with avery and another character so lmk if you still like these. enjoyyyyy 🤌✨

avery got braces after she got the money bc she couldn’t afford them before and she was a little insecure about them but jameson thought they were really cute

she used to hate the scars from the times when people tried to kill her but as time went on she learned to love them

i hc hawthorne house had a trampoline park and her and xander had a sleepover in there where they played taylor swift and jumped until xander broke his arm trying to do a triple backflip

her and max always scream when they hop on a call that’s on speaker so they don’t spill the tea when everyone can here

avery is chronically addicted to block blast and she has the highest score you can possibly get on the game (me fr 😭💀)

when she was hooked up to the life support machines after the plane bombing she made a bunch of pictures and videos that she never posted but just bc she thought they were funny (they really weren’t she was just high from the meds)

oren had to teach her how to pick locks and she told him it was just because she needed to open a door but wouldn’t let him do it himself (she lost the keys to jameson’s handcuffs and needed to get him out)

she always has at least one airpod in at all times and always looses them around hawthorne house

she once had a “dream” (😏😏😏) about jameson but she was having a sleepover with libby and max and libby was like “why were you moving around and making noise last night” and ave was like “i was probably just sleep talking” but max knew what was really going on and never let it go

avery switches her aesthetic like every month and switches her room decor/wardrobe with that aesthetic

she has like 50000 pillows on her bed and jameson gets so confused about which he’s allowed to sleep on bc she doesn’t want him to ruin the decorative pillows

ave is an amazing actress and can fake cry on the spot so when she needs to win something she fake cries and jameson knows her fake cry and he doesn’t go over to her to comfort her so her plan will work

she’s allergic to shellfish and she learned that when she ate some at a gala and she started having a reaction and she broke out in hives and was struggling to breath but thankfully oren had an epi pen with him so she didn’t die

she enforces a rule around hawthorne house about no shoes bc she thinks it’s nasty so everyone just slides around in socks like an ice skating rink (they actually think it’s really fun so no one complains)

she loves water bottles and has a whole cabinet dedicated to her water bottles

she has tumblr and a03 accounts that she stayed anonymous on that she kept when she got the inheritance bc no one knew it was her and she needed to rant about her books and write fics and stuff and they said stuff like “omg jameson is such a book boyfriend” and “i want to date him” she was just like yeah so do i… (she was keeping it a secret from the hawthorne s but they eventually found it and made fun of her spicy fics and xander ended up being one of her moots under an anonymous account bc they read the same books)

her and grayson watch shows like the golden girls and i love lucy together bc they love the old style

one time her nash found her✨spicy✨texts with jameson and never let her let them go

sry this is kinda short but i’m sick rn so i’m trying to get my rest but i hope you like theseeee

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Don't Worry Today, Face It Tomorrow

kai parker x reader

summary: kai's been lonely enough in his life to sense something's off with you. tonight was a good time to trust his intuition.

tags: mental health issues, depression, loneliness, late night conversations, suicidal thoughts, emotional hurt / comfort

word count: 2.6k

a/n: this is a fic i kind of wrote for myself but still want to share. i somewhat vaguely made the reader's problems my problems, because i needed to talk them out, but struggle to do that with people, so i do it through my writing. i wrote this a little while ago but have been hesitant to post it bc i didn't want to worry my readers by posting so many sui/sh related fics, but as explained in the ending note of this fic on ao3, i'm entering a new stage in my life where i hope i can start writing gentler & more lighthearted & fun fics again. i've been in a dark place these last couple months and have completely lost myself as a person, but i'm actively trying to make my life one where i'm not afraid to be present. i saw a quote recently that said, "...if hope is out of reach, try curiosity instead," and so that's about where i am rn. but anyway, i hope, despite it's heaviness, you guys like this, or maybe, it helps you feel less alone. <3

“Thought I’d find you here.”

You roll your eyes at the familiar voice. Of course he’d come to disturb your peace. 

“What do you want?”

He doesn’t answer immediately. The sound of shuffling indicates he’s coming closer. “Just checking on you.”

“I don’t need checking on. I didn’t the last time, nor the time before that, and certainly not this time. Can’t you catch the hint that I want to be left alone?”

“See that’s the thing… the hints are all there, I’m just choosing not to leave you alone.”

Fully irritated now, you shift your whole body to face Kai. Annoyingly, he leans against the restaurant’s chimney, unbothered by the heat that must be emanating from it. His arms are crossed over his chest, but his usual smirk is replaced with a somber look.

“Why?”

“Because…” He isn’t looking at you. In fact, he seems to look right through you, perhaps into some far off world or a deep void that threatens to swallow you whole. “...You look like someone who shouldn’t be alone right now.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’ve climbed up here five times in the last two weeks. You’ve been acting distant. You don’t eat, I doubt you sleep. Everyone’s worried about you, and they have every right to be.”

“I’m fine,” you lie. “Maybe I just like it up here. I can see the whole town. I’m in it, without being in it. It’s peaceful.”

If that was supposed to comfort the young witch, it didn’t. He tilts his head against the brick. “And what about the rest? Are they right to worry about you? Are these new habits you’ve seem to have adopted secretly a cry for help?”

You narrow your eyes. “Of course not, that’s insane. I told you, I’m fine.” Before he can ask anything else, you continue. “And what’s it to you? Why do you care? If they’re so worried, why don’t they come and bother me instead?”

“Because they haven’t followed you to the extent I’ve followed you.”

“Comforting.”

“They see you at lunch, not talking, not eating, not laughing. And then they see you go home, usually early, and not come out for days. They acknowledge the fact you haven’t answered their texts in days, and they know you’re not feeling well, but they’ve barely scratched the surface.” He pauses. “I’ve been studying you. I see the dullness in your eyes, and I can tell apart a real laugh from a fake one. I’ve begun to notice that right before you’re about to make up an excuse to go home, you tap your nails on the edge of the table. You scan the restaurant, making sure the coast is clear, so that you can make a sure shot to the door without being interrupted.” You open your mouth to speak, disturbed by the detail, but Kai interrupts. “I’m a sociopath. I notice things in a person’s behavior that are missed by most.”

“And why do you think all these ‘things’ are reasons to have you so worried? Maybe I’m just tired of socializing.”

“Maybe. But I’ve been alone for a long time and I know how it feels. How it feels to be hopeless, and anxious, and exhausted, in a way that goes beyond needing a couple more hours of sleep. I might not’ve been under the same circumstances, but I remember searching for the nearest, tallest building several times when I was locked in that prison world. Let me tell you, the view is nice, but when you finally get the courage to walk up to the edge, the fall is not.”

Your eyes had dropped back down the roof’s floor, but they snap back up to him quickly. His words make your heart race with sudden anxiety. When you try to open your mouth to respond, nothing comes out. It takes a moment to recover. 

“How many times did you try?” Invasive, but he’s sharing, so you ask anyway. 

“Truth be told,” he surprisingly answers, “I lost count.” He inches closer to you, but you don’t move away. “I couldn’t die in there, but that never stopped me from trying.”

“Until Damon and Bonnie got there.” 

“Yes, but I was alone for eighteen years until they did.” He sits beside you now. “Maybe you can see why I was so determined to get out.”

“I could see it before,” you admit. 

You know most of Kai’s background. You know he had a big family, most of which are dead now. You know he has been in and out of prison worlds for most of his young life. You know his time spent in those other worlds was deserved; he wasn’t just a sociopath, but a serial killer, as well. Only recently did he finally stop hurting people, afraid of ending up in another one. It was a deal he made with the brothers and Bonnie.

Kai is less afraid of death than being alone. Hell would be a cakewalk compared to the prison worlds. 

“My father ensured I couldn’t die so that I wouldn’t be able to take the easy way out. And then again, in 1903, the heretics could only dessicate; they couldn’t die, either. Guess my ancestors have some deep-rooted fascination with eternal suffering. The twin merge is a curse. You either die or kill your sibling before you’re old enough to rent a car. Then, if you live, you have to marry and watch your kids do the same. And if you die before you have merge-able kids, whoops, the death of the coven is on you. Like, imagine you get hit by a car and die, and so does the whole three hundred year old coven. That’s embarrassing. Imagine explaining that to the ancestors in hell.”

You snort and let out a laugh. 

“Obviously, I don’t care about my coven, and I only wanted to be the leader so I could prove that I could, but it does suck that we’re all nonconsensually born into this life and can’t get out of it. It would be easier if we didn’t hate each other so much, and that instead of life being one big game of dog-eat-dog, we could come together and be like, ‘Hey! This sucks! Can we try to figure out which ancestral bitch cursed us and maybe reverse that? We’re supposed to be witches, right?’”

You laugh more now. A genuine laugh, amused by Kai Parker’s unusual bareness and honesty. Never had you had such a sincere conversation with him. Frankly, you didn’t know he was capable of opening up as much as he is now. It’s nice. It’s the most meaningful conversation you’ve had recently, and if you’re honest with yourself, it’s healing. 

Not only do you know Kai’s background, you know his loneliness. Of course, you’ve never been in his shoes exactly, but you know what it’s like to feel helpless. Sometimes your parents teach you about pain before anyone else has the chance. Sometimes your friends break your heart the hardest. Sometimes it feels like there’s a target on your back and everyone’s carrying arrows. 

You don’t need to experience the same trauma to relate to someone, you just need a little bit of courage to speak up about it. The right people will listen. Those who understand. 

“I said before that I understand why you were willing to hurt Bonnie and Damon to get out,” you say. “I stand by that still.”

“You do?”

“I met your father once. I was friends with Liv before she skipped town, and he came to her dorm when I was there. He was cold.” You pause, rubbing your arms as a chill runs through your body. Whether it’s the cool night breeze or the memory, you’re not sure. “He smiled, and he made a joke, but his posture was rigid and his eyes were dark. It was like looking into the face of a snake that could strike at any moment. I was afraid to look away, yet afraid to look right at him.”

“He was never a warm person. He loved his wife, and did love my siblings, I think, but coven always came before family. He would betray even those closest to him in a second if asked. I was always told it was complicated for him, but it’s pretty simple. He never hesitated. It was obvious. There was no right vs wrong war in his mind. Guess it makes him a good leader, though. Maybe.”

“Not a good leader,” you argue, “but a dedicated one.” Kai seems to ponder that. “My family’s the opposite: they are complicated. They say one thing, but expect the other. Everything is a guessing game. You’re never quite sure what they want from you, and nothing’s ever good enough. Life feels like a competition: you have to do the most, study the hardest. There’s a thousand boxes to check by the age of twenty-three, and if you don’t complete them, you’re never going to catch up, never going to make them proud.” You’ve ranted a little, spoken somewhat quickly, but Kai follows along with great understanding. “I have a relatively big family, too, and they’re all over the country checking boxes. I live in a small town, with goals only big enough that I won’t feel like a failure if I don’t achieve, and spend every day just trying to stay alive. I’m the biggest disappointment to them and it’s so obvious.”

“Looks like we’re both family disappointments. Do they know about the supernatural?”

“Oh, god no. Their heads would explode.”

Kai laughs. He sees you shiver again and silently unzips his sweater. You startle a bit when he puts it around your shoulders, but then welcome the warmth it brings. It smells like him, so you pull it closer, finding that as a new comfort. 

“Thank you.”

“It’s technically Alaric’s-”

You start to pull it off, “ew-”

He stops you with a hand to your back. “But I’ve had it for months.”

“How’d you-?”

“After Damon woke me up when they put me on ice. I’d siphon the magic from Caroline’s mom on two conditions: one, he’d let me merge that night, and two, I could borrow a sweater.”

You chuckle, then let it envelope you again. Kai’s hand leaves your back, taking some, but not all, of the new warmth with him. He stretches out, leaning back on his elbows, and watches you copy the position. Your knees touch gently, though neither of you move. He studies you again, eyeing your face for tension, but finds your lips slightly parted in a relaxed state. You aren’t afraid of him; you aren’t trying to get away. 

The only person who isn’t taut as a band around him is Damon, because the vampire’s confidence and strength matches that of the young witch. But here, you’re only human, full of emotion and exhaustion, and alone on a rooftop with none other than the self-proclaimed sociopath himself. If your friends knew, they’d surely be freaking out, and maybe an hour ago, the thought would panic you, too. But now, at this moment in time, you’re completely calm. You’re trusting him. 

“So what’s the verdict?” He says out of nowhere, speaking up in the dead of night. The restaurant crowd left some time ago, and the roundabout hasn’t been driven through for less. In the far-off distance, you can hear a dog, but it stops after a few barks. 

“What?”

“How are we getting off this roof tonight?” You look over to him with an eyebrow raised. “Are we jumping, or are you gonna climb off with me?”

You ponder the question. Truthfully, you didn’t climb up today with the full intention of climbing back down. If Kai hadn’t followed you up, you, as he put it earlier, may have made it to the edge. 

But now, with both of your hearts and histories spilled out in front of you, things are different. Things are harder, because he’s involved. Yet, at the same time, things feel easier. He’s involved. He listened, and he shared his own story. You found common ground and it brought you closer than you’d ever imagined you could be with him. Hell, lately, with anyone. Somewhere, deep in your heart, you feel a bit of hope. 

“I’ll be honest,” he starts, “even though I’m out of the prison world, finally leading this dumb coven, and somewhat surviving in this town, I’ve considered it. I thought getting out would be a fix-all, and once I was, I would be okay, but I never imagined that life outside of it could be as lonely as my life was there. My coven still controls me and my family still hates me, and I wanted to get out and prove myself, and live, but now, sometimes,” he struggles for the right words, “I can’t find it in myself to care anymore.” He looks over to you to find you nodding, understanding. “I could die a hundred times over in the prison world with little consequence, but here, death is permanent.”

You offer a smile and a second of silence before agreeing. “Sometimes its permanence is a comfort, but sometimes a hindrance. It's permanent, I’ll never have to carry this weight again. I’ll never be a burden, or a failure, or a disappointment. But at the same time… what if I regret it? What if I’m halfway through the fall, or lying in a hospital bed, and there’s no saving me, but suddenly, I regret it? Or what if we’re conscious in the afterlife, and I miss the body and soul I once had, but gave up before my time was up? It haunts me. I have decision paralysis over dying. I wish I could make up my mind.”

Kai’s never cared much for other people, but in this moment, he knows if you got any closer to the edge, he’d hurl himself forward to pull you back. He sensed something was off about you earlier. You’d been climbing up here for weeks, but this time felt different. Necessary. 

“How about this? Climb down with me and we don’t have to make any decisions. Okay?”

“So the decision is to make no decisions?”

“Exactly.” He sits back up, outstretching a hand for you to take. “Let’s go get a coffee or something, and we can worry about it later. And, maybe, tomorrow won’t be so bad, and we can put off that decision making a little bit longer.” Kai manipulates slightly. He knows there is no decision to be made - it’s not a yes or no - but an ultimate decision on when you will take that step closer to the edge. So, if he can distract you day by day, and put off that ultimate decision, he could, with time, pull you from the edge, and eventually, off the roof. 

And that is a decision he is willing to make. He’s never cared much for other people, but something about you softens him. His life hasn’t been a fulfilling one. He hasn’t accomplished much, and he’s done little that makes him proud of himself, but you make him want to change. Be better, do more. Even if he only does one good thing, he wants to do it. He wants to save you. 

“Okay,” you finally agree, taking his hand. “Coffee sounds nice.”

For the first time of possibly many, he helps guide you back down the stairs, onto the safety of the pavement ground. You keep a hold of his hand all the way to the twenty-four hour diner two blocks down, and the whole time, he can’t stop smiling. 

[dovesdreaming]

hiii ik ur inbox is filled with reqs rn (it's not Benny I promise...) but I was wondering if you could write an ethan x gn reader who can summon eldritch horrors? horrors as in tentacles from their stomach / back like ben hargreeves in the umbrella academy (idk if you've seen tua I just needed an example LOL) but ty in advance!! 🫶

The true you

Hi this was such an interesting request!! I really hope I got everything right and that the powers are mentioned enough. I haven’t watched umbrella academy but it has been on my watchlist forever so hopefully this encourages me to watch it!! (New hyperfixation incoming) <3

Please tell me if I got something wrong I will correct it!

Warnings: none

You had just moved to Whitechapel after things went badly where you used to live. You were hoping for a fresh start and that you could manage to fit in here.

As you walked into the school building you took in your surroundings and started to gage whether there was anyone you wanted to be friends with. There were a few people who looked kind and if you spotted them in your lessons you would sit with them but for now you could only try and find your first class, English.

Stepping into the classroom many people are sat down and turned away from the door talking amongst their friends. This left only a few options of people who sat alone. One of them caught your eye, he was looking at you and smiling so you took that as your invitation.

During the lesson you had found out he was called Ethan, you shared many of the same interests and he had friends that you could sit with at lunch. You could relax now knowing that you knew people in the school. When lunch came Ethan waved you over to his table and you got to know everyone. You got along with all of them, especially Ethan.

By your second month at the school you had settled in and became apart of the friend group. You had even developed a small crush on Ethan, his nerdy nature just made him attractive to you.

There had been something that concerned you though. As you were walking to class one day, you and Ethan were joking around and he pushed you jokingly. This caused him to stop suddenly. You were more confused when he seemed to come back alive suddenly and didn’t comment on what just happened. You suspiciously left it alone but the whole mood of conversation changed. Ethan seemed deep in his thoughts and made fake pleasantries when you tried to joke or speak to him. You were thankful when you arrived at the door of your next class, you waved Ethan goodbye and he gave a halfhearted one back while he staggered down the rest of the hallway.

Unbeknownst to you Ethan had a vision when he touched your arm. He saw you, well the back of you but he knew it was you, with tentacles emerging from your front. He didn’t know what to think or to do, whether he should confront you about it or not. Ethan had started to like you and he hadn’t told you about any of the supernatural things yet because he wanted to protect you but this completely changed his perspective. He was concerned for your safety if anyone was to find out.

He had been distant for a day or two and this had caused you to spiral thinking you had said something wrong that upset him. The moment in the hallway replayed in your mind going over what you said. You came up blank every time though so when Ethan text you saying he wanted to talk your gut twisted with anxiety. You were going to lose all your friends.

Ethan waited in a secluded part of the park for you, nervously wringing his hands. He didn’t know how to confront you about it without scaring you. When you arrived he was going to sit you down and slowly explain what he saw and how but instead the first words that came flying out his mouth were “I know you can summon Eldridge horrors”. You took a step back thinking any relationships you had built in Whitechapel were over and you would have to move away again. Ethan came closer and calmed the situation down by explaining how he wasn’t afraid you would hurt him because the majority of friends you had were vampires. He also explained how Benny did magic and that he was a seer, which is how he knew about your secret. It all clicked into place now, realising what happens in the hallway. As you cleared any build up of tears from your eyes you looked up into Ethan’s eyes and found comfort in them. He pulled you into a hug and told you the everyone would be welcoming of you.

The next day Ethan decided to tell Benny first and he got so excited. He had always wanted to see this in real life and he begged you to show him. So after school in the back field you summoned your tentacles. Ethan’s vision finally happened and Benny leaped with excitement. You just turned to look at Ethan and laughed at Benny together. You liked where things were going, he had seen the true you and hadn’t been scared off.

Extra headcanons:

-Ethan would be very nervous when he finally asked you out, he felt that you were out of his league. You of course accepted as soon as he stopped nervously rambling and kissed him on his cheek.

-when you were dating Ethan loved to have you by his side for his own comfort and to know that you were safe.

-he felt the need to be protective over you even though you were definitely capable of taking care of any threats

-you would help out with the groups supernatural adventures, which worried Ethan to no end but you always reassured him

-Ethan wasn’t big on pda but he loved having his hands on you in private. Definitely fell asleep in each others arms. I feel he is partial to being the small spoon.

-would be so sweet and such a gentleman. Never lets you open a door again in his presence.

-he is always getting annoyed at Benny because he always interrupts your alone time together. You’ll be lying in bed together and Benny just comes rushing in his rooms wanting to play video games.

-I think one of his love languages is spending time together so would love to do each others hobbies together

-definitely found it hot when you used your powers.

Thank you for reading!

[ochrearia]

More RGBFverse shenanigans

I wanted to write a one-on-one with Beefer (cs!BF) and Yourself. cs!BF is one of my versions of BF, from my Fossil Fighters AU that I'm totally NOT neglecting rn. It's okay. Also Peacock (SFA!BF) is mentioned like once and he belongs to Shed!!! yeah

Caeru jumpscare.

Coming into his room to find he was not alone was the last thing Yourself had originally been expecting. But he supposed when he’d made the choice to tell his other selves they were allowed around whenever they needed, paired with their better versions of mirror-walking, there were going to be times where he came home to find obnoxious intruders. Beefer was the only one here this time, so at least it wasn’t everyone at once. YS would rather be notified ahead of time if everyone was going to show up. He didn’t mind one or two.

“Most people would, you know, send a text telling me that they’re coming to visit. I’m not prone to experiencing heart attacks when I’m surprised and find something that wasn’t here when I left.” YS snarked lightly, falling into the usual banter that would normally go on. Though when he crossed the room, he could tell something wasn’t right. “You okay?”

Beefer was curled rather pathetically around himself on YS’s bed, eyes half-lidded and sad. “Slipped away, for a little bit. Things are still… bad, with my situation. Feels like it never ends, like one day stretching out over months and months and I don’t know how to fix it.”

“It’s not your job to fix something you didn’t cause.” YS said slowly, moving to sit next to him on the bed. “Has nothing really changed? Haven’t you gotten to talk to your Pico and Cherry by now?”

“Hah. As if. Living on the run now, I have to be jumping through puddles to mirror-walk. At least any reflection works… They don’t know I’m gone. Maybe that’s for the best anyway. I don’t know how to talk to Pico right now, and Cherry… I messed up, she saw. My Alectro convinced me to vent to them and I didn’t originally mean to fall asleep after, but I did. They told her everything. I didn’t want to give her more guilt, she already has enough. I can’t talk to them.”

Making a face, YS extended his hand out and let it rest gently on the top of Beefer’s head. “Venting is good, you know. I told you not to bottle shit up. It’s not healthy. You clearly need someone to talk to but you’re not letting yourself have that. Someone that isn’t one of your dinosaurs. Vivosaurs? Is that what they’re called?”

“Yeah.” Beefer sighed, shifting slightly. “Vivosaurs. They’re better listeners than you might think. I know you can’t understand them, only Dinaurians can. But… that’s kind of why I came here. I’m pretending to be okay with being changed into something completely alien. Pretending. But I don’t really have anyone else who’d understand that. Pico is… complicated. I don’t know if I can trust him right now. So that leaves you.”

“Me, huh?” YS chuckled softly. “Well, I’ll do my best to understand then.”

“You do understand.” Beefer looked him in the eyes with an almost unnerving look. “Takes one to know one, YS. I’m not human anymore. And you never were.”

The taller one stiffened. “How…?”

“Do I know that?” The Dinaurian finished the question. “Maybe it’s a Dinaurian thing. They spend so much time disguising themselves to look human, using technology to create physical lies. Something about that makes it second nature to see through fake humans. Instinct, maybe. You look human but you’re not. You’re supernatural. Not necessarily in the same category as an alien, but still not human. Peacock is too, but he’s new to this whole fucked up family thing. You’re a better choice.”

“I… don’t follow on how I would understand your predicament the way you’re implying.”

“You’ve lost your wings, haven’t you?” Beefer asked bluntly. “I’ve seen the way the muscles on your back move sometimes. Like an old habit. Trying to move something that’s no longer there. Where I have gained, you have lost. Both changed in an instant to be something unfamiliar.”

Well that was… uncomfortable to say the least. YS hadn’t really been planning to tell any of the others about his whole fallen angel thing, and realistically he didn’t want to talk about the way he lost his wings to begin with. Secrets weren’t the greatest things to keep, especially from yourself, but it was a traumatic event and he was more than within his rights to choose not to reopen that wound. Didn’t seem like he could avoid it anymore, not with this self at least.

Beefer took his silence as a go-ahead to keep talking, though. “Maybe it’s not the same really, but… I don’t have anyone else. I really can’t justify saying I have Pico right now and Cherry doesn’t get it. Is- does it get any better? You seem to be more or less tolerating the fact you’ve lost something important to your body. You know you’re not the same anymore but you seem to handle it way better than I do, and- please tell me it gets better. I feel so fucking alien and it’s like… yeah, I literally am an alien now. God, I don’t really know how to word this. I don’t feel like myself.I feel like I’m a spectator in my own body. It’s probably dysphoria and I really didn’t think I would ever experience that, and it’s weird because sometimes I look at myself and I don’t mind. I don’t mind because I know I did this to myself, deciding to be a fucking idiot and almost get myself killed. And sometimes the features really are cool. But then I think again, and suddenly everything is so fucking suffocating. You know it still hurts?”

YS blinked, trying to process everything. “Hurts? What hurts?”

Beefer sighed, grabbing onto his shoulder and pulling up the sleeve of his Dinaurian suit. The suit was designed to camo as the skin underneath, always throwing the rest of them for a loop, and it was weird to see it peeled back like a second skin. It seemed like even the suit had its limits on what to mimic as, though, because rolling the sleeve back revealed a nasty patch of a scar in the shape of a dinosaur’s fang. He looked between YS and his arm as he continued speaking. “It wasn’t exactly painless. Kind of like a vaccine booster but 100 times worse. I didn’t have to focus on it for long because I was busy throwing up all the poison that was literally killing me, but… sometimes it still hurts. And it reminds me every time it does. Cherry offered to let me use the human disguise device, but that feels awful in my head too. Because it’s a disguise. It’s not me anymore.”

This… was a first. Yourself had tried to get the alien to open up more about how this had happened, he only really knew bits and pieces. Knowing how gruesome and traumatic it actually was, he was surprised how well he was pretending to hold it all together really.

“Please just- tell me it gets better. I know you don’t know the future, and you don’t know everything. But you’ve had extreme changes to your body too. Just tell me it gets better. Tell me that with time I’m not going to constantly flip between being numb and accepting of this and violently hating myself the next second. I don’t know what I’m doing-”

Having heard more than enough, YS shook his head and pulled Beefer in for a tight hug. “Shit, man, you have it so much worse than I thought. Sorry. I- I don’t think I know how to really help you. That’s… a first.” He paused. Of course he didn’t know how to help. He didn’t have an experience like this. Having your wings torn off was one thing, but he still at least looked like himself in every other aspect. Beefer had gone through an entire body transformation just to keep himself alive. “It… it can get better. I’ve never really gotten over losing my wings, and I don’t think lying and saying I have will do any good. Not for you. Losing a part of yourself is never not going to be tough. And you feel like you’ve lost all of yourself, not just a part. Am I correct?”

Beefer nodded into the taller’s shoulder. His arms were curling around his back, funnily enough right below where YS knew his long healed scars were. Nails were bunching up parts of his shirt, but he didn’t care.

“I can’t pretend to know what that’s like physically. But I think it can get better. This is all still very recent for you and a lot more traumatic than you’re letting yourself think about. And the way you talk about your Pico and Cherry, you’re not letting yourself have a support network either. Because, what? You think they’ll only feel more guilt? Push you away more? I’m still pissed at your Pico to be honest but that’s not really my place or relevant right now. What I’m saying is let yourself have some time. Time to process. Mourn what you’ve lost and then work on going forward.” YS sighed, worrying his lip. “The rest of us BFs are normally just… shitters, really, because that’s just how we are. But I know all of them have the capacity to care and want to care. If you really need someone to talk to I think asking any of them would be successful. And yeah, none of us are going to know fully what to say. You’re the only instance so far that is a dinosaur alien. Dunno if there’s gonna be any more but. I would say hopefully not, but maybe I should say hopefully so. At least that way you’d have someone who knows exactly what you need.”

The two fell into silence, and for a moment YS wondered if he was really at all helping. But he could feel the smaller start to melt against him, mainly out of exhaustion. He was clearly tired, holding in a lot more than he was letting on. Having been cut off from any sort of comfort when he desperately needed it.

“It’s funny.” Beefer said after a while, not moving his face away from where he buried it into the crook of YS’s arm. “You really remind me of my brother, the more that I think about it. He’d probably say the same thing.”

Never has his blood felt like it froze faster than it had done now. Yourself’s grip tightened, seemingly unnoticed by Beefer- or he just didn’t care. His jaw clenched. “Brother…?”

“Yeah.” Beefer said, finally pulling away a little. “My brother. Shit, I didn’t mention him before did I? Oh… I haven’t seen him since everything happened either. He’ll be worried sick about me I think… But yeah. I have an actual adopted older brother. Caeru, that’s what he insists on being called. You remind me of him so much. He kind of looks like you too, honestly. Just like, way cleaner and put together.”

Caeru. Does this idiot think I’m fucking stupid? Latin for blue? YS thought bitterly. Well, maybe ‘idiot’ was rude, but he wasn’t talking about Beefer. He was talking about ‘Caeru’. BFs don’t have brothers aside from Ritz in some cases. Not a single world I’ve looked into has ever mentioned having a brother named Caeru. That’s not a brother. That’s another BF, and that’s not just any other BF. That’s a fucking ME, isn’t it? Using Latin?

“You alright? You’ve gone silent.” Beefer asked. “Something wrong?”

YS startled quickly, burying his thoughts and lying once again. “No, nothing. It’s fine. Just… thinking. Look, take as much time as you need here for now. I don’t mind.” Fucking stay out of your world when another one of me is fucking running around and apparently pretending to be your brother. Jesus christ.

He’d hoped there weren’t other versions of him that aligned with him specifically. So there really was more than one universe where something happens, something so devastating they became a Yourself kind of BF, huh? And Beefer clearly didn’t know. So that one was lying more egregiously. That was dangerous. Protect Beefer. Oh, what am I saying, Beefer can handle himself. I just don’t trust another instance of me that’s like me. Guess there’s another I have to keep tabs on without alerting this one of his brother being a liar.

[mitsukisnekson]

Boruto: Two Blue Vortex Ch11 Leaks

Just writing out my thoughts about the chapters. Just gonna put this under the cut because this is based entirely on leaks that just came out. I have not actually read the chapter myself.

Will be talking about character's fates and stuff.

SPOILERS!

(FYI, I'm only commenting on Inojin's fate rn)

As I had expected, Inojin had managed to survive the wound thanks to Himawari. According to the text leaks, she healed his wound (unclear if its a full heal or partial).

Read leaks here: https://x.com/Borugod_EN/status/1803351941495378149

(This is just the part I'm talking about, more leaks on this person's profile)

So many people are madge and calling Boruto a Disney show for not killing Inojin off lmao. While I think set up to and the fake out death itself was narratively very poor and a little unnecessary (there could have been many interesting ways Himawari to go angry mode instead), I don't know why people are being so angy that he survived.

There was literally too much set up for a potential Asuma-like Team 10 arc with saving Moegi and fighting Matsuri. That was the main reason I believed that Inojin would survive. Inojin's death would have no purpose at this moment. I'm certain if author-san wanted Inojin to die, there would be reasonable build up to it (hopefully anyway).

Also just might be me because I am a huge fan of Kingdom Hearts, but man do I take issue with the whole 'Disney Show' comment. You don't need characters to die to make a story dark or interesting. My take is 'Characters may not die, but they will live with unspeakable trauma'. Inojin still got gutted and even if he heals, I doubt that he's gonna forget what just happened to him. While I don't believe the manga will touch on the post-stab emotions, I am hoping the eventual anime will take time to flesh out the experience for Inojin.

Anyways, yay, Inojin lived, I am literally so glad that Sai was able to keep his son 🙏🙏😭😭

[apeachty]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀G U I D E L I N E S (?) -`♡´-₊˚⊹

⊹ i don't take requests, because i obviously have a problem with writing something that wasn't born in my own head.

⊹ no submissive member at all, you'll never find it in my writing (sorry?..).

⊹ some of my writing might seem like a huge self-insert. it's because it is 乁₍ッ₎ㄏ

⊹ i just write whatever comes to my head and with the member that comes to my head, so i guess it'll be more or less the same scenarios for the members.

⊹ i have no idea what i'm doing most of the time, so feel free to tell me if my warnings, genres are wrong, mdni banner is needed or not needed and i did opposite, if it's hard to read because i decided to play around with colors (and lost), and so on. i'm nice, i swear, just awkward.

⊹ no regular posting. i do post a lot rn, but i don't know how it's gonna be in the future.

⊹ i also write in lowercase only, so...

and it's still not a writing blog

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ⠀M A S T E R L I S T [ in some way ]

everything's on the blog under #[ by me ] and #[ writing ] ⠀ ⠀⠀✦ — personal favourite

⠀⠀✧⠀⠀OT5 ˖ wrong chat ♡ group chat of ot5 x reader about nnn where yeonjun mixed up chats [ fake texts ] — ✦ ⠀ ⠀⠀˖ missing soobin hours ♡ ot5 x reader about soobin on a break [ fake texts ] ˖ fever care ♡ ot5 x sick!reader + yeonjun x sick!reader [ fake texts + written ] ⠀ ⠀⠀˖ "soobin's half 50 now" ♡ chaotic ot5 x reader group chat at midnight of soobin's birtday [ fake texts ]

˖ bad day ♡ ot5 x reader separately where reader has a shitty day [ fake texts ]

˖ unwelcome ♡ a wood witch!reader finds unknown member on her glade [ written | fantasy au | 1.3k ] — ✦

⠀⠀⠀⠀✧⠀⠀SOOBIN ⠀nothing yet

⠀⠀✧⠀⠀YEONJUN ˖ morning shadows ♡ yeonjun comforting reader when she wakes up feeling down [ written | hurt/comfort | extremely lq | 0.5k ]

⠀⠀⠀⠀✧⠀⠀BEOMGYU ˖ $999,999 ♡ cuddles with beomgyu [ written | fluff | 0.3k ] ⠀ ⠀⠀˖ bottled up ♡ platonic reader x beomgyu with a bit of soobin inspired by beomidio ep. 7 & my heartbreak [ written | hurt/comfort | 0.8k ] — ✦

⠀⠀✧⠀⠀TAEHYUN ⠀nothing yet

⠀⠀⠀⠀✧⠀⠀KAI ˖ negative kai. user guide ♡ kai stumbles upon a note you made for yourself long ago [ written | hurt/comfort | 1.2k ]

⠀⠀✧⠀⠀YEONKAI [ throuple ]

⠀⠀❕❕ heavily based on @biteyoubiteme's yeonkai x reader au ❕❕

˖ two sunshines ♡ reader and kai comfort yeonjun after a tiring week [ written | hurt/comfort | 0.9k ] ⠀ ⠀⠀˖ without me ♡ yeonjun and kai cuddle reader [ written | fluff | 0.5k ] ˖ marriage struggles ♡ managing poly relationship wasn't easy, especially with yeonjun's self-sacrifice tendencies [ written | angst and fluff | 0.9k] ⠀ ⠀⠀˖ betrayal ♡ sometimes even the best relationship have betrayals (like yeonkai cooking ramyeon in the middle of the night without reader) [ written | fluff and humor | 1.2k ]

⠀⠀✧⠀⠀OT5 ˖ small and cute ♡ txt x reader who has a small chest [ written | reaction format | suggestive | 0.9k ]

⠀⠀⠀⠀✧⠀⠀SOOBIN ˖ all the work ♡ soobin shows reader that small boobies are just as good [ written | smut | 0.3k ]

⠀⠀✧⠀⠀YEONJUN ˖ not what you need ♡ yeonjun knows what you need better than you do [ written | suggestive hurt/comfort | 1.2k ] — ✦ ⠀ ⠀⠀˖ his favourite brat ♡ yeonjun is used to being surrounded by brats, but his baby was one of a kind [ written | smut | 1.4k ] — ✦ ˖ broken rules, mended hearts ♡ being fwb with yeonjun wasn't easy, because it was impossible not to catch feelings [ written | smut, angst, hurt/comfort | 14k ] — ✦

⠀⠀⠀⠀✧⠀⠀BEOMGYU ˖ be quiet ♡ watching beomgyu play league is always fun [ written | smut | 0.9k ]

⠀⠀✧⠀⠀TAEHYUN ⠀nothing yet

⠀⠀⠀⠀✧⠀⠀KAI ˖ mad & mean ♡ mad buff long haired kai. that's it [ written | smutty | 1.4k] — ✦

⠀ ⠀⠀B I R T H D A Y　S E R I E S ˖ birthday bunny ♡ reader wakes soobin up on his birthday [ written | smut | 0.6k ]

[vorfreudevortex]

arguments part 2 was SO SO SO SO GOOOD!! like you wrote the nuance of complicated relationship stuff and that’s hard to do in traditional writing styles. but in smau???? where you’ve gotta work in a really limited viewpoint??? AMAZING STUNNING SHOWSTOPPING

you’re so good at capturing different dynamics like!!!! and i personally LOVED that the apologies where clearly only the start of longer conversations and not an easy wrap up of part 1. has me daydreaming about what they say and how they treat reader after 🥰

standing ovation for a reader that refuses to not be valued by the beautiful anime man 👏 always room for different types of reader and stories about diff types of relationship ofc! but these are prob my personal faves 💕

choso’s punched me right in the chest oml 😭😭 he’s a sweetheart he totally would let yuji do and say anything to him and not have any boundaries 🥲 but he’s learning how he wants to be loved!!! aaahhh!!!! 💕💕💕

oh my god thank you so much i will cry rn (threat) ??!! okay so:

thank you SOOO much for this. making smaus make sense in a limit of a screenshot or two is so hard sometimes for me and other times super easy, and i try so so hard to make them make sense !!

i try my best at making sure the relationship dynamics and viewpoints are all in character as well as making the reader's "personality" a little different for each one while trying not to be too vague!! i had so much trouble coming up with a good way to wrap them up until i realized that these are literally just fake text messages, of course the real conversations are going to happen in person and they can be left unresolved over text if i need them to be.

YES THANK YOU!!! SO MUCH!!! i had mentioned it before in that post but i wanted these arguments to be actual, believable ones over real-life problems. i also didn't want the resolution to just be "it's okay ily!" and act like nothing ever happened. it's really tempting to do sometimes but i want my smaus to be somewhat realistic even though they're literally made up lmao. couples have arguments all the time and i wanted to create a situation where the jjk boys were less than perfect (they're still perfect, thank you gege).

choso's ALSO punched me in the chest ;((( like he just doesn't know any better!! he's still learning!! boundaries and things!!! but it's okay, yuji didn't realize he was hurting choso's feelings, apologized, and won't do it again. i would die for both of them.

thank you thank you thank you for reading my works and leaving me your feedback and thoughts :')))) i literally LOVE hearing these things and they help me feel validated that i'm producing good content for you all!!! ILYSM ANON!!!! <333

[hualianisms]

✦ what was your easiest fic to write & your hardest?

☉ what do you do when you get stuck writing?

✄ what’s your editing process?

✎ how do you think readers would guess a fic was yours if you posted anonymously?

tysm for the ask!! 🩵🩵 be prepared for a lot of yapping

✦ what was your easiest fic to write & your hardest?

easiest fic: this is a bit of a hard qn bc ive written 58 fics so far through the years and i forgot half the things i wrote kfjjfj but id say, the easiest was probably my first ever real fic, i.e. this hualian hurt/comfort fic where hc has a nightmare of the 100 swords scene. it was the first thing i wrote right after finishing reading tgcf and i wrote it all in one go and the dialogue & actions & characterization flowed so easily, i could picture the scene so easily in my head (which doesn't always happen for me). and writing hualian felt like the easiest thing in the world bc back in 2020 every little detail about them as characters and as a ship was imprinted in my mind so vividly... i miss those days 😔 my memory abilities have deteriorated since then

otherwise, iirc my first ever fengqing fic and my fenglian poem were also very easy to write

hardest fic: 😭😭 this could be so many of my fics tbh, there's so many i struggle so much with.. especially the unfinished wips, bc everything i actually posted means it wasn't the hardest, since i actually managed to finish them

but among my posted wips, i definitely struggled with the earlier chapters of my hualian fake dating au very badly at the earlier chapters and almost gave up on it which was why there was a 1-2 year gap btwn updates 😭😭 i actually went into a 1-2 year long burnout right after posting chap 1. luckily though, the most recent chapters got much better for me, finally reached a part of the story that's much easier and more fun to write (except that i wrote myself into a bit of a corner so ive been brainstorming how to get out of it). i just struggle a lot with multichaps bc my executive dysfunction issues make it very overwhelming for me to plot things. but im very determined to see this fic through to the end and finish my first ever multichap!

there's a lot more i struggled with - usually longer fics, fics for a new fandom (especially visual media fandoms. book/text-based fandoms are much easier bc you already have a canon peek into their character voice and narration style), non-canon ships that need a lot of wrangling to be believable, fics where i worry a lot about being ooc, fics that need action scenes or a real plot

the rest of the qns answered under the cut:

☉ what do you do when you get stuck writing?:

😭 it depends on why im stuck. i might ask someone for help w characterization. sometimes i just go for a jog/walk to clear my head and it works, otherwise if im rly stuck, especially plot-wise, I'll procrastinate and put the fic off for weeks/months

✄ what’s your editing process?

just rereading my own draft and rewriting or filling in the blanks where i feel like it can be better or is missing smth. i don't cut scenes often unless they're really bad. sometimes i rearrange entire paragraphs around to make them flow better

✎ how do you think readers would guess a fic was yours if you posted anonymously?

this is an apt question bc i have 2 anon fics rn and had a few in the past that i took off anon a couple of years later.. i think the easiest way to tell is my authors' notes. in both start & end notes i tend to yap + i usually apologize a lot in the start notes

besides that maybe fic titles (mitski). i think the genres and writing tone/vibe through my 50+ fics have varied a lot so i don't think that would be distinctive.. id be interested to hear if my writing style is distinctive bc i have no idea myself 🤔 i know i have some phrases i reuse across fics though (trying to work on that issue), and a bad habit of having long sentences sometimes (ive really been working on reducing this issue)

(send me an ask from the fic ask game part 1 or the fic ask game part 2)

[ninjacookiexd]

I had a cute polyam date last night and it's only spurred on my love for Piers/Raihan/Leon rn... would anyone be interested in makin like a discord RP group for the three of them???

I wanna be Piers, but Rai and Leon are unclaimed heh. Can either write it as RP parts for replies, or make bots and create like a fake text chain or somethin... shoot me a message if interested!!

I need more of these men in my life 😭🤣 plz respond heh

[dazed--xx]

so far i only read bangchans and felix's texts that you did AND OMG AM I ON 100. felix being temperamental and me being temperamental? all hell breaking loose. CHANNIE CHEATING!!??!?? OH YEAH ME KNOWING DAMN WELL IM PART ASIAN AND BLACK (not that race has anything to do with it) I DEFINITELY WOULDA SLAPPED THE ABSOLUTE LIVING SHIT OUT OF THEM AND THEM HOES....... i should really calm down, anywayssss, good job, your fics really proked some emotions in me and i appreciate that, in my book, that means a person is a good writer. amazing work! <3

Hilarious cause I wrote Chans with a black reader in mind 😭😂 sorry I really should have replied to this earlier but I’m finally going through all my asks and stuff and finally saw this but I’m glad you liked it. I hope you like the new ones that came out recently I’ve been randomly just pushing out fake texts while I finish writing so many of my fics. I have so many that need an update or even just to be uploaded in the first place (cough cough Cardinal👀) but my Masterlist has been filling up with fake texts and I’m trying to not only have this a stray kids blog. I’m working on a request with Seventeen members and I’ve just neglected BTS cause I’m in denial about their military service rn 😭😂 but I want to fix up their Masterlist too and finish Love alarm as well I have so many fics that I just never finish and a couple that I want to remove from my page all together because of my shitty writing quality (captivated and beside you) idk I ramble in the middle of the night. But I appreciate your support and I hope you enjoy the rest of my content 🥰😅😂😁