MY BOY!!!!!

I HATE THE TWINKIFICATION OF MASKY AND HOODY I HATE IT I HATE IT

hmmm

I'm literally the funniest person here

“The weather is quite nice this evening.” Your voice is casual as you hover behind Jeff, giving him a few feet of space between the two of you. His only response is a quiet grunt.

The sky turns a pale shade of pink above you as the clouds clear out with the gentle breeze, and your eyes linger on his back. You halt for a moment in the gentle serenity of the clearing before speaking again.

“Is it alright if I join you?” Your words are answered with a few seconds of silence, before Jeff responds with a nod so slight you probably would’ve missed it if you weren’t focusing on him so intently.

You slide up next to him, sitting beside him on the wooden fence surrounding the outskirts of the mansion. The two of you overlook the view, showcasing the lower areas of the forest and the stream below. You keep your eyes focused ahead of you. You can tell from his stiffness he doesn’t want your eyes on him right now.

His shoulders are tight, his hands clenching onto the bench so strongly it seems as though the wood should be splintering. You can’t see his face, but you know tears are streaming down it. You can tell it from the smallest of hitches in his breathing, hitches that only you can notice after so many times of being the one he allows to comfort him.

You place your hand close to his, with enough distance that you aren’t touching, but little enough that he could easily make contact if he wanted to. After a few minutes, he tenderly reaches out his pinky and curls it gently around yours.

“…Would you like to talk about it?” Your question is a whisper as he sits beside you contemplating his response, and eventually, he shakes his head no.

“Are you able to tell me the cause?” He nods his head yes.

“Did something happen with work?” He gently shakes his head no.

“Did something happen with one of the others?” After a moment of hesitation, he struggles to nod his head yes. You’re silent for a moment, and then you shuffle a bit closer, and you ask him your next question in the softest voice you can muster.

“Did something happen with Liu?” The choked sob that he’d been struggling to hold in finally escapes, and you know the answer to your question immediately.

His hands jolt to cover his face as he sobs into them, and your arms wrap around him as he tries to babble out the context through his sobs.

“I just— I want to fix— keep making mistakes— not good enou— Liu doesn’t deserve— Sully was righ— always fuck things u— so fucking stup— wish I wasn’t born—“ You cut him off with a soft grunt at the last of his words and he shudders, sucking in through cries before letting out another big, gasping sob.

“Honey… I don’t know what happened, and I won’t act like I do… But you know your big brother loves you.” He goes to interrupt you, and you rest your hand on his heart as a sign to stop him.

“He loves you so much, and whatever just happened, the two of you will move past it. You will move past it just as you’re trying to move past what happened all those years ago.” His nails dig into his hair at that as he shakes his head, and you hop off the fence to stand in front of him and cradle his head into your shoulder.

You stand like that for a few moments, his hands now clutching at your back, with one of yours in his hair, and the other at his back, both rubbing gently.

You know that while he had heard your words that his brain will use whatever method possible to refute them, that he’ll deny them any that he possibly can. But you’ll keep saying them. As many times as it takes.

And as you lift your eyes and look back towards the mansion you can see a figure standing there, watching, waiting. Liu appears outwardly relaxed, but he has the same vexation on his face that you’ve come to realize means he’s worried about his brother. If you weren’t standing over here with Jeff you were certain he’d approach to try and remedy whatever occurred, but with a nod of his head, you know that for now he’s leaving Jeff to you. Entrusting you with him.

Jeff clings to you tighter while you nod back at Liu and he gives a small wave and turns, retreating back into the mansion. There are some words that Liu can’t say to Jeff, some situations he still can’t remedy, and that’s why he’s thankful that Jeff has you. Jeff is also very thankful that he has you for the same reason.

Because you care for him, and you love him and support him, care for him when nobody else can or would. You give him everything he never had, and he tries his hardest to give you even more than what you give him. You’re his greatest treasure, and he hopes every day that you always know and remember that.

“‘M sleepy…” he mumbles into your shoulder, his body sagging into yours as his body runs out of tears.

“Would you like to take a shower and lay down, honey? I can shampoo your hair the way you like me to, and give you lots of kisses, and hold you the way you love.” He sinks even further into you as he listens to your words, and he grumbles out a somewhat positive noise of agreement.

As you help him down from the fence and walk him back to the mansion, you tell yourself that everything will be okay. You know both of these boys, you love both of these boys. You know they’ll work things out, even if it requires all these arguments and comforting words as they break down their barriers, and you’ll be there with them, every step of the way.

marble afffirmations

based on this

From Where the Land Meets the Sea - Prologue

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[Warnings: There's some body horror in here.]

[AN: Here's the prologue to the book version of my silly quiz series I made on quotev. Check that out if you want. I've always wanted to make a full book version, and I hope to do that,,, well, now. So, here you go. 1523 words <;3 ]

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Your mouth felt as if cotton had made its home inside it as you opened your eyes to the ceiling. They feel dry, much too dry. Pretty little colors danced behind your eyelids as you swiped the back of your hand across them to dust the sleep away. Red, purples, greens, yellows and even tinges of blues filled your vision for but a fraction of a moment before you opened your eyes once more to the world around you. As you smacked your lips, your hand reached around haphazardly for the bottle of water you kept on the nightstand. Under your palm as you gripped the plastic bottle, the water felt too warm, much like the temperature of your room. 

You unscrewed the top and slowly sat up to really get a look at your bedroom. You knew that you wouldn’t be away forever, but you’d never really spend that much time away from home before. You took a quick sip, pleased at how the liquid cooled your tongue and wet your mouth full of cotton, then placed it back down on the nightstand. Moonlight danced through the open window of your bedroom. It was bright with the slightest hue of blue and illuminated everything that you needed to see. Your room had grown up alongside you, interests shifting from one thing to another with ghosts of the things you loved lining the shelves - some tucked away in the closet, under the bed and in the backs of drawers you had no intent of exploring or letting see the light of day. 

Your body felt as if it was covered in sweat, a blanket in itself. With a small scowl, you threw the blankets off your lower half and sprawled out much like a starfish. You gazed upwards and began to count the small plastic stars that lined your ceiling. They used to be much greener. Now, they held slight marbling from sun bleaching like polished jade, pale, ethereal. Some had fallen down throughout the years. You can tell by the spots they’d left, and how you filled them with planets instead. Mercury. Venus. Earth. Mars. Jupiter. Saturn. Uranus. Neptune. Pluto too, even if Pluto wasn’t considered a planet anymore. You could recall putting these up with your family. 

‘It’s only midnight?’ You mentally whispered to yourself as you moved your eyes sluggishly from the plastic stars to the glowing green numbers of your clock. It certainly didn’t feel like it. The night seemed to wane almost as if it was timeless. Would the morning sun ever meet your gaze? You closed your eyes softly and took in a slow, deep breath. Your thoughts unfurled from the corners of your mind and ran wild in your head. Spatially, you were aware of the way your room had been packed up semi-neatly into brown boxes varying in size, many of them plastered with your last name. You sighed. What an odd world you’d be thrusted into in less than 24 hours. 

Letting your mind wander, you thought about the things that university would bring to you that you could not get when staying at home. There were many things to be excited about! Your major, for one. Clubs, meeting new people, a certain amount of freedom and getting a brief taste of adulthood while still being ultimately comfortable. You hadn’t been able to speak to your roommate yet. Deep down inside, you knew that they would be lovely. Your intuition seldom ever lied. As you pondered what the oncoming days would entail, you let a small bout of anxiety gnaw away at your thoughts. It had been an unwelcome resident since you began applying for universities. Would you be up to the task that was growing up?

You threw your forearm over your tired eyes and softly groaned. Gods, you didn’t want to think about that now. You’ve wanted to go to university since you first stepped into high school, but now that you lay on the eve of leaving and spreading your wings, you found yourself stuttering in thought once more. It was more than daunting to leave the comfort of a home you’ve always known. 

You exhaled deeply and let your eyes gaze longingly around your room once more. You can smell the rolls of tape. The cardboard boxes. This isn’t the last night you’ll ever have in this house, but it will be the last before a long interlude. Through your doubts and restlessness, your body willed itself back to a dazed state and allowed sleep to blanket your tired form. ‘So much for staying up,’ mumbled your inner voice before succumbing. Your breath was slow and peaceful. Crickets on the brink of autumn played gracefully accompanied by the gentle breeze through the trees. 

Your dreams have always been interesting for as long as you began writing little notes about them as a child. This one? The dream your head had conjured up was something warm and familiar. You could see your house like a watercolor painting, gentle and soft. It sung of your presence. Your mother’s voice rang through the halls, sugary sweet and soft like honey as she chided your father for one thing or another. You could feel your body move forward before you rested upon your couch. Next to you was the man your mother had been poking fun at. A jovial grin was on his lips as his mouth moved to shoot back teases his wife’s way, though the words did not match with the movements of his lips. 

Their voices were some of your most treasured sounds in the world. Their laughter and the love they showered you in was all you needed to feel to know you were home. 

The dream would have remained peaceful if the visages of your loved ones had stayed theirs. Your mother had rounded the corner about to take her seat next to you when you felt your father’s hand on your shoulder. His eyes had glazed over paired with something of a blank expression, a soft smile that felt more than menacing as he stared straight through you. The hairs on the back of your neck raised as he continued staring, his closed lipped smile growing bigger without showing teeth. You felt your mother’s hand on your other shoulder and whipped your head around to see the same expression on her face. Her eyes were wide, much too wide. 

Rendered frozen, as one often is in dreams quickly turned nightmares, you felt your heart seize. Your mother’s mouth had begun to open; her jaw was wide, large like a snake’s. Your breathing quickened. Her mouth grew wider, lips curled into a painful smile as tears welled in her eyes and streaked in fat drops that rolled down her stretched cheeks. You watched in horror as your sleeping body began to jolt, begging for respite from the unnerving scene. You tried in vain to turn your eyes away, but were forced to watch as a mass of curling, inky black tendrils slithered forth from her throat, the sound of flesh ripping up from her esophagus making your stomach churn. 

The sound of static filled your ears as you finally were granted permission to look away, only to be met with your father’s still smiling face. His eyes were wide as well, but only the sclera were visible. He’d rolled his eyes upwards, so far upwards that if he moved them back any further he could risk snapping his optic nerve. The thought of his optic nerves wound up around his eyeballs like a hair stuck to a sticky lollipop that’d fallen on the floor caused your sleeping body to lurch, spine bending unnaturally off of the bed. 

You felt those inky black tendrils fall along your body, wriggling along you as if they were trying to pull you towards your mother’s gaping maw. You could hear her crying as they pulled against you. Your father’s hands shot out and grabbed at your forearms, pulling hard against you as if he was fighting with your mother against the tendrils that seared into your skin. His lips parted. The static grew louder. Through the fuzzy noise that caused pins in your brain, you could make out the words he desperately attempted to meet your ears. 

“Wake up,” he repeated. “Run,” he begged. “It’s not safe here.” His smile broke as he lunged forwards. Face pressed flush against yours, the inky black tendrils spilled from behind his eyelids. “He finally found you.” 

CRASH

Heart pulled straight from your chest, you woke. Confused, you grabbed at your chest and quickly surveyed the room. Your adrenaline was pumping wildly through your veins as you scrambled and pulled your knees tightly to your chest in a small attempt to self regulate from the horrible nightmare you had. The ringing in your ears was so loud, you could hardly recognize the sounds of a scuffle downstairs, nor did you recognize the tall, pale figure watching you from the tree line with his inky tendrils drawn into the earth like tangled roots ready to swallow you whole. 

Toby's reaction/response to being told that he is a major comfort and that his tics dont make him any less lovable by a reader that isn't his s/o quite yet?

{Ty in advance, Toby is a huge comfort}

-Toasty anon 🌸

Ah, a nice budding romance with some sweet fluff. Love this stuff

Toby is a big bundle of insecurities about himself. Toby wants to be a kind, caring, loving presence for those around him amidst all of his struggles, and he especially wants to be that for you, the person starting to worm their way deeper into his heart, deeper than anyone else has been in a big, long while, and it's intimidating for him.

Toby often gets nervous that he comes on too strong with you, that he annoys you too much, and that you don't find him as welcoming as he wants to come across as. It starts to become obvious, his nervousness, and that's what prompts you to end up stepping in and telling him those sweet comments of yours. It happens when the two of you are laying side by side one day in his bed, just chilling on a cold fall day, and the words just come tumbling out of you. That you feel so comfortable around him, that he's such a warm, comforting, wholesome presence to you, that all of his tics, all those little things about himself that he hates, they never bothered you in the slightest bit, that you love being around him and spending time with him. 

Toby takes a while to process your words, to let them truly sink in, and then before he realizes it he's shaking, tears falling down his face, his face all scrunched up from it, and you're pulling him into your chest, wrapping him up in a big hug. He loves you, he's IN love with you, even if he doesn't realize it yet, but he will, and he will soon. That's why it means so much to him to hear you say that, to reassure his insecurities without him even having to mention them, and it just feels so good to be held like this by you, to be comforted by you amidst all of his emotions. You're everything he's needed and wanted, even if he isn't fully cognizant of that fact yet, but with your presence by his side, he'll realize it soon, and so will you. It'll be a wonderful, emotionally romantic day when that time comes, but for now, you're content to stay wrapped up in each other's presence like this.

𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒍.

living for this rn

Request for you to write what you want, only write what makes you happy

Been a while since I've written something darker, hm? At the request of dear @scary-lasagna it's dark time~

Dark Yan!Toby content time~ CW for violence 

Teeth can be dangerous. It's something everyone knows, and it seems Toby is especially aware of this fact, which causes him to use that fact to his advantage. See, he could use weapons on you, it would be so easy, such an obvious answer, but it's just so much more satisfying when he elicits those delicious sounding screams from you with his own body.

He bites you frequently. When you've made him angry, disobeyed him too many times, and pissed him off, he'll sink his teeth into you with the intent of ripping off chunks of your flesh, and sometimes he succeeds. He gets drunk on your screams and the taste and sight of your blood, so it's just such a good punishment in his opinion. Of course, he'll lecture you later when he has to treat your injuries and wrap them up so you don't die from infection, but you can tell the excitement from the thrill of doing that to you is still coursing through his body. You've learned to keep your neck away from him when he's angry, lest he take a deadly chunk out of it, and you've instead learned to sacrifice your arms and legs when he starts grabbing for you.

It's when he's much more... Excited that he likes to draw out the process of using his teeth on you. When he's grinding into you, burying his teeth into the base of your throat just enough to draw blood, for him to slurp from you as though he's a vampire having an absolute feast. In times like this, he leaves deep bites all over your body, licking blood from every inch of your skin, watching as the gorgeous red coats your skin, making you even more beautiful in his eyes. Even if you never ever make him angry, his teeth will still find their way into your skin. It's satisfying, the feeling of popping through your skin, the burst of iron on his tongue, the smell invading his senses. It's absolutely euphoric, especially with your whines and cries and screams from the pain echoing through his mind. When it comes down to it, Toby's favorite trait of himself, his lovely sharp and dangerous teeth will come to be your least favorite trait. Unless, of course, with time you come to crave him covering your body in teeth marks and injuries just as much as he does. After all, there will not be a single day in the rest of your life you aren't covered in them.