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Here's a silver edit bc I haven't posted much. YOU GUYS CAN FIND MY TIKTOK NOW TEHE

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII, can I request a poly sbg x fem gyaru reader who gets bullied by Barron and his friends? (Angst but a very fluffy ending) :3

Unbreakable Sunshine

Poly! SBG x Fem! Gyaru! Reader

Warnings: Bullying.

I do not condone any sort of bullying. Being a victim in the past, its horrible and drives people to awful thoughts, feelings and actions. please be kind to one another<3

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The school hallways buzzed with chatter, sneakers squeaking against the tiled floors, and lockers slamming shut. But for you, the day was anything but bright.

“Hey, Barbie doll!” Barron’s mocking voice echoed down the hall, his posse snickering behind him. You clenched your fist, nails digging into your palm, refusing to let him see how much it hurt.

You were used to being a target for Barron and his friends. Your gyaru style—tan skin, flashy nails, bold makeup, and stylish clothes—was an easy target for their cruelty. They teased you for being "fake" or "attention-seeking," but today, their taunts were sharper.

“Got tired of coloring books and decided to color your face instead?” one of his lackeys sneered, drawing laughter from the group.

You forced a smile, acting unfazed as you strutted away, your platform shoes clacking against the floor. Inside, though, their words hit like daggers.

It didn’t take long for the gang to notice something was wrong. You always radiated confidence, a sunny presence that lit up even the darkest corners of the graveyard. But lately, you’d been quieter, more withdrawn.

“Something’s up,” Aiden said one afternoon, pacing the inside of the bus.

“I’ve noticed too,” Ashlynn agreed, her brows furrowing. “She’s been covering her face with her hair more. That’s not like her.”

“Who’s messing with her?” Tyler growled, his fists clenched.

“It has to be someone at school,” Taylor guessed, her usual happy demeanor replaced with a rare seriousness.

It wasn’t long before the pieces came together. Aiden overheard Barron bragging about how he “put that doll in her place,” and that was all it took to send the gang into action.

Barron and his friends were lounging by the lockers when the group cornered them. Tyler’s eyes burned with fury as he slammed a hand against the metal beside Barron’s head.

“You think it’s funny to bully her?” he hissed, his voice dangerously low.

Ashlynn grabbed one of Barron’s lackeys by the collar. “Say something else about her, and you’ll be eating through a straw.”

Logan, though less physically intimidating, stood beside them with a cold, calculating glare. “She deserves an apology.”

Barron stammered, his usual bravado crumbling under the combined wrath of the group.

“W-We were just joking!” he tried to defend.

“Did she look like she was laughing?” Tyler snapped, his tone uncharacteristically sharp.

By the time they were done, Barron and his crew were shaking, muttering apologies before scrambling away.

Later that evening, the gang found you sitting alone on the steps of the graveyard bus, your knees pulled to your chest.

“Y/N,” Ashlynn called softly, sitting beside you.

You looked up, your eyes glassy. “Hey…”

Taylor plopped down on your other side, her arm draping over your shoulders. “You didn’t think we’d let them get away with it, did you?”

“What?” you blinked in confusion.

“Barron and his goons,” Aiden explained, leaning against the bus. “They won’t be bothering you anymore.”

You felt a lump form in your throat. “You… you didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes, we did,” Tyler said, crouching in front of you. “Nobody messes with our girl.”

Tears welled in your eyes, but they weren’t from sadness. For the first time in days, you felt safe. Loved.

Taylor nudged you gently. “Come on, don’t cry beautiful!”

“Yeah,” Logan added with a small smile. “Don’t ruin the makeup you worked so hard on”

They pulled you into a group hug, their warmth wrapping around you like a protective shield.

“You’re not alone,” Ashlynn whispered. “Not anymore.” and Ben softly nodded, patting your head lovingly.

And in that moment, surrounded by your makeshift family, you believed it.

I screamed, i was not expecting to get reblogged- Take your time!!!!

Im calling you out-

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MASTERLIST FOR FANDOMS!!!

For a Moment:

Chap1

Homicipher:

School Bus Grave Yard:

General HC's for the Banner family

Reckless - Tyler x GN! Reader

Yandere SBG HC's

If the Yandere SBG gang lost you in the Phantom World

Yandere SBG gang x Abrasive! Reader

Poly SBG x Reader: Cooking and Mom jokes

Poly SBG x undercover singer reader

Poly SBG x Idol reader: Sasaeng attack

Showing up at their house during a storm

Reader sacrifices HERself in Phantom World

Yandere SBG kissing prefrences!

Phantom Slaying reader reactions

Yandere SBG Jealousy

Yandere SBG Cuddle/Sleeping with them

Yandere SBG with S/o who gets hit on

Poly! Yandere SBG x S/o who dies 4 times

Yandere SBG x Male touch starved "Tough Guy" reader

Yandere SBG: They Belong to US!

Terrifyer reader x Yandere SBG

Warm hands, Soft touches

"Your practically naked!"

"On her bloodstained lips"

"Afraid to hold on"

"Shadowed Blood"

Ashlynn, Taylor, Monika and Renée w/ s/o who hunts werewolves

Unbreakable Sunshine

The Four of Them:

Boxer reader! x Johnny, Gaby, Martina, Mariel

Boxer reader! First loss reactions

The Cursed Princess Club:

Gwen, Monika, Renee with a S/o who's a chainsmoker

Syrah using her curse to help!

Gwen Monika, Renee, Aurelia with ex-assassin S/o

Ashlynn, Taylor, Monika and Renée w/ s/o who hunts werewolves

Love and Deep Space:

Oh my Love (Christmas Eve)

TMNT:

(They are color coded for which turtle the story is about)

2018:

Surge of Emotions

In the Quiet

Snowball fights

Bayverse:

2012:

He was first, but his brother was better

Fatherly Advice

"Central Park Lullaby" (Child reader)

2007:

The Aggressive Type

One for the banter

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss:

Christmas Hc's

Angel Dust:

Pink Pony Club

Call of Duty:

~Ghost:

In pain there's peace

~Konig:

MISUNDERSTOOD BY SOCIETY

{Warnings and Triggers} {Chap 1}{Chap 2}{Chap 3}{Chap 4}

(Short)Asylum Patient Konig x GN! Doctor! Reader

Sonic Prime:

Sally Face:

Sal Fisher:

Larry Johnson:

Larry, Talk...

Danganronpa:

Leon Kuwata x Ultimate Chocolatier Reader

The Amazing Digital Circus:

Ragatha:

Spin me!

Kinger:

Pomni:

Jax:

Gangle:

Zooble:

Caine:

Gummygoo:

Murder Drones

V:

Affection HC's

N:

Uzi:

Cyn:

Cedric Shorts<3

Late Night Latte

The more I write, the more things will get added! If you wanna know who I write, feel free to ask!!!

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Now I really want homemade chocolate chip cookies...

Can someone please tell me if they see the masterlist and rules at the top of my page?? ...to me, it looks like it's missing-

I really don't wanna rewrite that whole masterlist again 😭

I'm so late to this holy shnizzle....

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I love and appreciate you talented writers and artists. Keep doing what your doing cuz you guys are amazing 👏 🫶

Misunderstood By Society (2)

Asylum Patient Konig x GN!Doctor! reader

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The staff locker room smelled faintly of bleach and old metal, the fluorescent lights casting everything in a pale, washed-out glow. I stood in front of my assigned locker, methodically placing my items inside—badge, clipboard, patient files, my white coat, and a thicker one for when the building’s heating inevitably failed in certain wings.

A quiet humming sound caught my attention before a cheerful voice followed. “New doctor, huh? You must be Dr. Y/N.” I turned, meeting the gaze of a woman in blue scrubs, her ID tag reading Miss Nessi. She was petite, her dark hair pinned back neatly, and she had the kind of warmth in her smile that made her seem out of place in a place like this.

“That’s me,” I replied, shutting my locker. “Nice to meet you.”

“Same to you,” she said, leaning against the lockers. “Wiles told me you’d be working with König. You’ve got guts.” I only nodded. People kept telling me that, and I didn’t know yet if it was a compliment or a warning.

Another voice cut in, this one male. “I was supposed to be his personal caretaker before you arrived. Guess they thought he needed a fresh face.”

I turned again and immediately felt a shift in the air. The man standing there—*Dave Jacobs,* according to his badge—was tall, well-built, and undeniably attractive by most standards. But something about him set my nerves on edge. Maybe it was the way his eyes lingered too long or how his smirk didn’t quite reach them.

“That means you and I will be working together closely,” he added smoothly, stepping just a little too close. “Guess that makes us partners, yeah?” I didn’t react, merely grabbing my clipboard from the locker and shutting it. “Only when I’m not here,” I said flatly.

For a split second, something flickered in his expression—something cold—but it was gone just as quickly. He chuckled, running a hand through his hair like he was in some kind of movie. “Don’t worry. I’ll take *good* care of him when you’re not around.” I didn’t answer, just turned to Miss Nessi, who gave me a look that said I know.

I made quick work of my things, not wanting to linger. I wasn’t scheduled to meet König until tomorrow, so for now, I busied myself with walking the asylum, familiarizing myself with the halls, the layout, and—most of all—the details.

I noticed everything. The smudges on the tile from worn-down shoes. The faint scent of stale cigarettes despite the “No Smoking” signs. The scratches on the walls, some fresh, some years old. Some carved with fingernails, others with something sharper.

The workers moved about in careful patterns, some chatting, others moving in silence. But something about them—most of them—felt off. I couldn’t place it yet, but it was there, lingering beneath the surface.

I thought about my empty home, about the dinner I had waiting for me, a simple meal I’d probably eat alone at my kitchen table. It was better than nothing.

Then—

BZZT!

The intercom crackled to life, the voice coming through sharp and direct:

“Code Yellow. Staff to Wing C. Repeat, Code Yellow.”

I froze, instinct kicking in. Someone had been hit by a patient.

Miss Nessi, who had been walking nearby, grabbed my arm before I could move. “Don’t. Security’s handling it.”

I hesitated, glancing down the hall. Already, orderlies and doctors were moving quickly toward Wing C. But something in my gut twisted.

I had only been here a short time, but I could already feel it—something about the asylum wasn’t right. And I had a feeling that König was only the beginning.

Lol I'm a big my babysitter's a vampire and I was wondering if you could do a similar senerio where tyler catches y/n eating a dead animal and he's freaked out at first that his gf is a vampire but later excepts her

"On her bloodstained lips"

Tyler x Fem! VAMPIRE! Reader

Warning: uh...blood and tiny bits of gore but not really?

Y a y...I'm so tired guys.... please enjoy 🙏 🥹

Tyler wasn’t entirely sure why he’d decided to take a shortcut through the woods that evening. It wasn’t his usual route, but something about the crisp night air and the faint glow of the moon had made it seem like a good idea. As he stepped over fallen branches and avoided patches of mud, he spotted a figure crouched in the clearing ahead.

At first, he didn’t think much of it. But as he got closer, his heart began to pound.

It was you.

Your back was to him, your head bent low, and your shoulders hunched over something on the ground. His voice caught in his throat when he realized what you were doing. The dim light of the moon reflected off the crimson liquid dripping from your lips as you tore into a small, lifeless animal.

“Y/N?” he called out hesitantly, his voice trembling.

You froze. For a split second, you debated running, but you knew it was pointless. Slowly, you turned to face him, your face pale, your eyes glowing faintly in the darkness, and your mouth smeared with blood.

Tyler staggered back, his breath catching. “Oh my God,” he whispered. “Tyler, wait,” you said quickly, standing and wiping your mouth with your sleeve. “I can explain."

He raised a hand as if to keep you at a distance, his voice rising. “Explain? Y/N, I just caught you eating a dead animal! What—how—why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was scared!” you blurted, your own voice cracking. “I didn’t want you to think I was a monster.”

Tyler stared at you, his eyes wide and filled with a mix of fear and confusion. You took a cautious step forward, your hands raised in a placating gesture. “Please, Tyler,” you said softly. “I’m still me. I didn’t choose to be like this, but I’m managing it. I’d never hurt you or anyone else. You have to believe me please...this is the only real way I can live..."

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The walk back to his house was tense. Tyler hadn’t said much after your confession, but at least he hadn’t run away screaming. You stayed a few steps behind him, giving him space to process what he’d just learned.

When you finally reached his front porch, he turned to you, his expression unreadable.

“I... I don’t know how to feel about this,” he admitted. “It’s a lot to take in.”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around yourself. “I get it. I do. And if this is too much for you, I won’t blame you for walking away.”

Tyler looked at you for a long moment, then sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Y/N, I’m freaked out, yeah because who the hell ever expects to catch their girlfriend eating a lifeless animal in the middle of the woods... But I’ve been your boyfriend for months now. I care about you. A lot. And if this is part of who you are... I guess I’ll just have to get used to it. Not like I haven't dealt with rhe unnatural for a while."

A small, hopeful smile tugged at your lips. “Really?”

“Really,” he said, though he still looked a bit pale. “But maybe... maybe don’t eat in front of me for a while, okay?” You laughed softly, the tension easing. “Deal.”

Tyler took a deep breath and stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you. His embrace was warm and reassuring, a reminder that no matter how much things had changed, he still saw you.

“I guess this means I’m officially dating a vampire,” he joked weakly. You grinned, resting your head against his chest. “And you’re officially the bravest human I know.”