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httpsghostie · 9 months

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ok this is the video i mentioned, like imagine könig in this, i want to tie his hands and feet and make a mess out of him :((( imagine him crying out of frustration that he can't touch you (and he makes a mental note to punish you as soon as he gets released), so overwhelmed and trying to scape the entire time, so cute :(( you make the context, my brain isn't creative enough to think of how we end up in this situation. sorry if i misspelled something and again i love your blog it's amazing !!*:! also i'm sorry if this make you unconfortable somehow idk?

Enemy pt 1

pt 2

TW: porn

and I strike again with another questionable scenario

this is just... I... uhm... well...

there's no such thing as crossing the limits with me I'm a fucking whore

Summary: you interrogate an enemy soldier in a different approach.

Word Count: 1,5k

Warnings: smut, König x female!reader, they're both a bit crazy, male overstimulation, edging, knife play (if you squint), glove kink, no use of y/n

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Recently, your team had brought an enemy for interrogation, and you were the one assigned to get the job done.

"Make him talk, we don't care how." They said.

You got in the cell, hands sweating nervously as you saw the man you were dealing with. You've met before, a long while ago, and he didn't change a thing. He's still arrogant, like he wasn't far within a hostile environment, his hands and feet in chains, in a cell that has never seen daylight. The only thing in the room being the chair he was sitting on and a fucked up mattress.

You crossed your arms as you entered the room, not knowing if he was able to recognize you from the mask you wore. But your voice, he could never forget the sweet melody of your voice moaning his name a few years ago when he fucked you senseless at an abandoned house, in the middle of war.

It happened fast, you were sweeping the place and he was there. You missed your shot when he pushed your gun upwards and tried to strangle you, but soon backed down when saw you were a defenseless damsel in distress.

And you found yourself pressed against a wall being fucked by an enemy soldier, just because he felt like it.

You try to shake off the thoughts that creep on your dirty brain, and as soon as the door gets locked behind you, his body relaxes on the chair.

"So, we meet again." He cleared his throat. Pretentious prick.

"König." You start, raising your eyebrows. "I guess you won't be using your free will to tell me what the code is, will you?" You walked towards him, he was still tall, even when he was sunk on the chair with his legs spreaded.

"My free will has better things to do than to hand out codes like candy at a parade. I prefer keeping my secret to myself. Yours too." You could feel the creepy smile that lit up his face. How could you ever do that to yourself?

"They won't believe you." You shrug, slowly walking from side to side on the cell, arms behind your back, your heavy boots hitting the concrete floor. "They're too busy torturing your general for info." His eyes widened and he straightened himself on the chair, tensing up. "So, what are you hiding, pretty boy?"

He flexed his muscles in response, trying to get rid of the chains that kept him restrained. But the praise, coming from your lips, it was impossible for him to contain an enormous wave of heat that destroyed any ounce of self respect he had. He lowered his head, but looked at you through his eyebrows.

"I assume we'll have to do this the hard way then." You took the knife from your belt and stood in front of him, running it along his collarbone and stopping at his chin, lifting it up. "Such a beautiful pair of eyes you got, 'wonder what you hide behind that hood." You say, lifting the fabric of his mask.

"Gonna use flirting as your way to get around this?" He chuckles, looking away.

"I'm offended." You fake a gasp and hold a hand to your chest. "Wasn't that what you did to me?" You're just able to get a laugh from him.

"You wanted that to happen." He looked at your eyes again.

"And you're wanting, too." You stick the knife in the wooden chair between his legs and he jolts in panic.

"Fuck, are you insane?" He looks down and at you again, and you laugh.

You crouch in front of him, spreading his legs further, and laying your elbow on his thigh. The tip of your finger touches the end of your knife and plays with it, watching how his thighs tense.

"I might be." You say, looking at him. "But I always get what I want."

"You're fucking crazy." He chuckles and looks to the sides, trying to contain his embarrassment as a bulge slowly shows up on his pants.

You take the knife from the chair and put it on your belt again, moving your gloved hands towards his belt and pulling him up. He's heavy as fuck, it was almost impossible to do it if he didn't stand up, towering over you.

You pushed him back, and because of his feet tangled in chains, he fell back on the mattress, bucking his hips up as you eagerly unfastened his belt.

"You weren't this straightforward when we first met." He chuckled and looked up.

"What can I say? 'Guess your taste is addictive." You remembered the bitter taste of his release when he ruthlessly fucked your throat back in that house.

You pulled his hard member out, lifting your mask just below your nose to spit on it, and he whines as you wrap your gloved hand around it, jerking it up and down slowly. He pleads, trying to fuck your hand, but you pull away chuckling and he sighs.

"Let's make a deal, shall we?" You ran your finger along his length, stopping at his tip.

"I won't talk." He gritted his teeth.

"Then you won't cum." You give him a sly smile as you pull the mask down again.

Your hand grabs his dick, jerking it roughly, and he can't help but whine as he tries to get away from your touch. He's so desperate it's pathetic, and he moans as you set the pace.

He tries to move, to get away from the chains, he thinks about how bad he wants to be free and pin you down on the mattress and fuck you until you're begging him to stop, knowing he wouldn't stop until he was satisfied.

Your touch becomes too much on him, almost too harsh to bear, and he cries as he feels his cock throbbing as hard as it could, knowing that he wouldn't last long if you kept going this way.

And suddenly, as he's about to cum, you pull away again, leaving him whimpering at the sudden loss of contact.

"Fuck, why did you do this?" He whines desperately.

"It's simple, you give me what I want and I'll give you what you want." You shrug, grabbing his member once again and going fast on it. He cries, feeling his high approaching once again.

"I'm not talking." He shakes uncontrollably.

"Aww, stubbornness only turns me on." You say. He's too overwhelmed to think about an answer, trying to get away from your grip.

You feel his body tensing up again, his hips bucking up, chasing his so wanted release. Your hand keeps its pace, but your other one blocks his tip just as he's about to cum, watching his vein twitch. He's crying and cursing at you in german, his heavy balls filled with cum as he was being denied once again.

"Come on, I'm not gonna let go until you tell me, and it's only gonna hurt more." You say, letting his dick fall back to his stomach, and one of your hands grabs his balls. He's still shaking, completely overstimulated, and you use your thighs to make him stay put.

"I only know part of it, alright?" It comes out high pitched as his voice cracks, you could feel the pain in his eyes. "The general too, and your team is going to need more than just us for the full code if you want to stop that damn operation." It's almost impossible to understand his german accent at how fast he speaks, his chest rising up and down.

His cock twitches, his tip was red and leaking, and you decide that's probably all that he's going to say, and plus you needed him for his part of the code.

"That's it, please, maus, it's hurting." He cries. Maybe he deserved to get his award now.

"Such a good boy you are, huh, see? It wasn't hard." You stroke his dick, the praise enough to make him see stars.

As you increase your movements, he becomes a whimpering mess once again, and deep in his brain he's thinking of how pretty you would look with his cock buried in your pussy, and how bad he will ruin you once he has his hands on you.

It's too much to take, he's trembling, making it hard for you to keep him still. And he can't hold back any longer, his thick cum spouting on your gloves and his shirt.

"Maus, please, stop." He pleads, his body giving in. You clean your gloves on his clothed thighs and get up, leaving him there, covered in white. You stand there, looking down at him and his softening length, and slowly walk towards the door. "Where are you going? Don't leave me like this."

You knock two times on the door and one of your men unlocks it. You open it, looking back at König, still there, still messy, still panting and angry, spitting out as you leave.

"You're gonna pay for this."

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kissitbttr · 2 months

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your mafia!toji fic got me thinking so hard abt him😭😭 he’s deffo the type to just buy you sm stuff as an apology but when you don’t forgive him and sleep in a different bedroom mf will come into the room on his knees and beg for you to come to sleep 😩😩 imagine still saying no and him just flipping you onto his shoulders and carrying you to bed 🤭

oh you are absolutely correct!

“darling” toji softly calls you, letting out a tired sigh. “i said i was sorry. what am i supposed to do?”

“die” she replies nonchalantly, shoulders shrugging before grabbing a pillow and your favorite blanket off the bed,

he snickers, looking over at her with a raised eyebrow. “now, now that would be over dramatic don’t you think? won’t you miss me?”

he almost pisses his pants when she throws him a glare,

“okay. no jokes. got it” he put his hands up in surrender, feeling absolutely terrified at his baby being mad and speaking less than two words to him,

if anyone ever finds out that the most feared and notorious man in the city being tamed by his woman, he would never hear the end of it,

but she is scary. can you blame him?

toji looks over at the designer shoes and bags he just purchased a few hours ago, tucked neatly in the corner. untouched by her.

guess the apology gifts aren’t working,

“i didn’t know that she was coming, i haven’t even talked to her in years! never planned to anyway, you know i only got my eyes for my girl, right?”

she tries so hard not to roll her eyes,

toji had a meeting with one of the cartels at the club earlier that night. and of course, she always goes. it’s where he can always keep an eye on her and refuses to leave her at home all alone because he can’t risk that. also, because she’s his good luck charm. whenever she’s around, deals always goes well,

tonight was an exception though,

all was well until a certain person decided to crash. his old fling. one before he met his precious girlfriend. the red haired thought that it would be fun to press her fake ass tits against toji,

y/n was shocked to say at least. she didn’t say anything but her face spoke thousand words. toji could see that. throwing daggers at the bitch, corner of her lips quirk into a form of disgust.

and the worst part was? toji didn’t do anything about it! can you believe that asshole?!

something about being absolutely unprofessional if he was ever to push her off and it ticked y/n to the fucking bone so she decided to ignore him the rest of the night,

toji feels defeated when she chooses not to respond, simply just taking her stuff. he crouches lightly to look at her pretty face clearly. “baby… can you please look at me? I can’t stand seeing you mad. i’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you”

if it was any circumstances, sure she would melt and jump in his arms. but tonight is different. how could he?

she looks up at him and whisper “fuck. you” before turning around angrily and walk out of the door to go sleep on the guest room,

toji groans, the heel of his palms pressing against his eyes. she has always been so stubborn. too fucking stubborn. exactly why he had to get rejected seven times before she accepted his date.

what? he needed to get humbled, so she gave him that.

he contemplate for a while whether or not he should let her be or not. then he chooses the latter. it would probably be best if he let her cool off some steam for a while, he doesn’t want to do any more damage or make her feel more annoyed by his presence,

bet. not even ten minutes later, he feels like losing his mind without her here.

“fuck this shit” he mutters, getting up from the bed. rubbing his face furiously before stomping towards the other side of the room,

he walks in without knocking, ready to say what he needs to say again. yet he stops. heart clenching at the sight of his girl curled up in bed, back facing him.

“love?” he slowly walks over to her laying figure,

“go away” she speaks. now in a softer tone

“please” he begs, walking around the bed and catching a glimpse of her playing with her pink manicured hands. “sweetheart. I’m sorry” he repeats, going down to her eye level before letting his hand moves to rest on her bare thigh. he’s internally relieved when she doesn’t push him off,

he sighs when she’s not looking at him, seemingly only focused on the nails that she had gotten done a week ago.

“i should’ve pushed her off. shouldn’t let her touch me like that. hell, i shouldn’t even let her breathe near me. i know that” he realizes his mistake. “i didn’t even think about what my girl needed. i was being a horrible boyfriend”

no answer,

he sighs again, refusing to look away from her pretty eyes,

“baby—“

“i heard you the first time. leave. and close the door”

toji is taken aback. fuck. she really is mad at him.

“you don’t mean that”

“uhm, yes i do” she retorts in an obvious tone, sassily raising her eyebrow before scooting a bit further from him. she doesn’t realize this but it makes his heart break,

“princess, i swear-“

“go call that girl back to keep you company. let that fucking bitch sleep by your side” she mutters, looking at the tv instead of him,

he can’t take this anymore,

“you know what? that’s it” toji had enough, he will not be sleeping alone and neither will she. standing up on his feet, his hands reach out to circle around her ankles before tugging her body towards him causing her to yelp,

“toji! what the fuck are you doing-oh!” her voice gets cut off the moment he pulls her body up like she weighs nothing. throwing her over his shoulder. “put me down!” her fists start to hitting his back—as if they’re actually hurting him— legs swinging back and forth

“nope” he answers, keeping a firm grip around her waist before swatting her ass, locking the guest room behind him and walking back to their shared one. “you’re driving me crazy, woman—not saying that i hate it, but i’m pretty fucking beat tonight and we are going to sleep together. so stop fighting me”

she huffs, admitting defeat and letting him carry to the bed. “fuck you, toji”

he smirks at that. “oh i will, baby”

#mafia!toji #toji x reader

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semperama · 9 months

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at any given time i am thinking of your ex-husbands with benefits fic 😍🤯😵‍💫

I love how much you love that ficlet!! Thank you so much. :') I wrote a little more of it, just for you!! <3

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“I’m retiring,” Max tells him after the Melbourne Grand Prix.

They’re sitting in a bar. It’s one Daniel hasn’t been to before, one that seems to fit this moment. Soft jazz piano in the background, liquor and large round ice cubes in their glasses. It fills him with vertigo, the difference between where they are now and where they were five years ago, ten years ago.

“I’ve heard that one before,” Daniel says. He tries to smile, make it a joke, but it feels too stiff.

“I mean it,” Max insists. “I’ve already told Christian. He wants to be done after this season too.”

Daniel knew that part. Christian told him weeks ago on a phone call that left him baffled for days afterward. Daniel has been retired for five years, and he and Max have been divorced for nearly four. He’s well past needing updates from Christian, either in his capacity as Max’s minder or as Daniel’s ex-boss.

He’s supposed to be beyond needing updates from Max, too—but here they are.

“Alright. Well.” Daniel wraps both hands around his glass, letting the cold seep into his skin. “Congratulations, I guess?”

He has no idea what he’s supposed to say. He has questions, but he knows better than to ask him. What did Max get out of these last five years? Is he happy about what he sacrificed? Two more championships and another handful of records broken. If Daniel had those things, he’s sure he’d be happy about it, but it’s hard to be the one sitting on the other side of the table.

“You are not happy,” Max says. It isn’t a question.

“Max.” Daniel sighs. He grips his glass harder, imagines it shattering under his palms, slicing his skin. “You want me to be happy?” He pastes on a smile, wide and fake. “Here. Happy.”

Max clenches his jaw, and his anger makes Daniel’s rise in answer, the feeling of it more comforting than it should be. Like a shield.

“I don’t know what you expected me to do,” Max says.

Of course he doesn’t. He never listened. Not really. He won’t listen now either, so why even bother? Daniel lifts his glass to his lips instead and drains it, holding Max’s gaze. “Let’s get out of here,” he says as he clunks the crystal back down on the table. When Max frowns at him and starts to shake his head, Daniel stands up anyway. “It’s what you wanted, right? Don’t pretend it’s not.”

Max finishes his drink too, but his expression still says no. He’s about to leave alone, leave Daniel here alone, and—fuck that. Daniel comes around the table and leans over him, one hand on the back of his chair and one on the table, boxing him in. He’s never been great with words, but he lets himself fantasize for a moment about saying something cutting. The feeling fills him up, words crowding his throat, but then it passes. Instead, he says, “I got our usual room.”

It has the desired effect. Max sucks in a sharp breath and tips his head up, but Daniel hovers just out of reach, their lips barely brushing. Their usual room—where Max first told him he loved him and fucked him up for good. They’d just had their first podium together since Daniel came back to the team, and Max’s mouth was sticky sweet with the champagne they hadn’t stopped drinking for hours. Daniel’s checked into that room every year since, even after the divorce. Every inch of it is overlaid with Max’s presence; he spends the whole weekend seeing double.

“I don’t want you to hate me,” Max says against Daniel’s mouth.

It’s too late for that. Daniel hates him—a terrifying amount, sometimes—but he loves him more. Loves him always. And that’s the part that really sucks.

“Come on,” Daniel says, and he tugs Max to his feet, wraps an arm around his waist and gathers him in close. People are probably watching, but he stopped giving a fuck about that a long time ago. He kisses Max, and when he pulls away, he can finally say, “I’m happy for you, really,” and make himself mean it. Because if Max isn’t happy, this was all for nothing. Daniel’s been miserable for nothing.

#maxiel #f1 #my writing #the power of someone telling you they can't stop thinking about something you wrote...#it makes me want to write 50k words!!!#it makes me feel like i could write 50k words in one afternoon!!!

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rainnmaybank · 2 years

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Maybe We’re Not So Different (part 2)

[part 1] [part 3]

vance hopper x fem! reader

characters aged up, high school, please see pinned for explanation/reasoning

playlist || master list

reader dynamic change for plot, i was listening to deftones well writing this and it shows

DETAILS DETAILS DETAILS

S L O W B U R N I N G

words: 2060

warnings: strong language, drug use(cigarettes), vance being vance, ooc vance, “mean” reader, injuries, mentions of bruises, a n g s t, OC’s for drama purposes

That night in the park stuck like glue to both of their minds, she was different then what Vance had heard. y/n had the same thoughts in her mind, she was right, he wasn’t as scary as he thought, though she’d never tell him that.

y/n skin was still painted in colourful bruises by mondays time, having spent her weekend alone in her room she held no desire for seeing anyone that day. She was no longer seen as the harmless quiet girl, the world around her changed their thoughts of her demeanour, i guess that’s what happens when you break a girls nose.

Pushing the heavy metal doors open, people watched her every step. Once flying under the radar of everyone to being in the spotlight wasn’t something y/n was fond of.

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Hours felt like decades sitting through her classes, eyes burning holes through her skin. God all the fucking eyes, watching her, looking at her like she was some kind of display drove her mind crazy. Her skin burned hot like it would melt off at any given moment.

Her pace was quicker walking from one class to the next, sure she liked attention but not like this. Dirty looks and side eyes followed her everywhere she went, her veins pumped ice cold rage through her body, feeling like she could explode any minute.

y/n walked with her head down, colliding with another body. “fucking watch out dipshit” clenching her jaw as she looked up ‘fucking great’ she thought.

Bruce Yamada, she hated him right now. there he was standing directly infront of her. “watch out, might run into the wrong person” Bruce’s eyes shifted to Vance and his goons at the end of the hall, god he made her insides boil.

“At least he doesn’t get his dreams and reality confused” y/n intended to play her favourite game, gathering ever last calm nerve in her body, her lips dropped into an innocent smile. Bruce looked at the girl confused.

Lifting a piece of her hair, twirling it between her fingers. “I can’t even imagine how hard it must be for you, having to constantly come up with lies to keep yourself interesting to others” her voice was steady and soft, fake pout resting on her lips hand dropping back down to her books “poor boy, must be so exhausting being that boring” slightly shrugging her shoulders offering up a half smile and a small wave, y/n turned away leaving him there.

Bruce was bewildered over the words spoken to him, was she right? Did he lie to people about what he did? Well yeah, but didn’t everyone? y/n words slowly sunk deeper into him the more he recalled them.

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y/n wore an entertained smirk the remainder of that day, mind tricks where her favourite way of getting back at people. Sure it didn’t have an immediate impact like fighting did, but it lasted longer.

Making people question themselves, overthink the way they did things was just how she got revenge. Nobody expects the sweet girl from their math class to mentally fuck them with a few sentences.

She took pride in the way she challenged peoples thoughts, maybe it wasn’t something she should have been so proud of, but then again if people could physically attack each other, why couldn’t she psychologically do it?

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Like any other night the girl found herself sitting in the park again, alone in the dark was when her mind spoke the most. Toxic air filling and leaving her lungs, whisked away by gentle winds.

Vance found himself drawn to walk the paths though the park again, he wanted to see her again. Never would he admit that, not to himself let alone speak it out loud. Without second thoughts that’s where he headed.

There she was, sat in a different place this time. the swings. Her back was turned to him but he knew it was her. It could have been her hair, it often fell messy down her back. Maybe it was the shoes, laces stretched and tightened endless times they reached the ground even when tied. Perhaps it was the steady steam of smoke that came from her hand.

she lived in solitary, he found that captivating.

Vance carried himself soundlessly towards the long haired girl, placing himself left of her. y/n sensed his presence before he was visible to her.

he was fervent, she found it admiring.

Without a word y/n reached in her pocket holding a now slightly squished pack of camels towards the boy. Vance’s fingertips brushed her cold fingers, pulling a dart and her lighter offered to him.

Eyes lingering to the left, y/n observed. Small sparks flickering off the flame, lighting the end of his cigarette. Fire illuminated his features.

He felt her gaze, he didn’t mind her eyes watching him. Vance didn’t smoke much but enjoyed how it felt with her. He felt at ease, silence was comforting when she sat next to him.

The world moved slower, both could breath.

“You could say hi you know” y/n spoke in a hushed tone rocking on her swing. He smiled whispering out a hello.

Smiles where strange, nobody smiled at him and he certainly didn’t smile at anyone.

y/n hummed, his fingers fiddled with the chains. Soon y/n finished her smoke standing from her seat, turning facing the blonded boy. Fingers shuffling through her pocket pulling out a crunched up piece of paper, Vance watched her confused when it was placed in his hand.

Without another word, y/n was off. vance watched her walk away till she was no longer in his sight.

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Vance didn’t unfold that note right away, he waited till he was home. Sat in his bed watching his ceiling, humming coming from the stereo across the room.

His fingers once again fiddled, only this time unfolding the paper. He sat up smoothing out the crinkles the best he could.

He was confused why she gave him a note instead of just talking. Sure he understood why most people didn’t talk to him, but you were different. It was like you challenged him.

Vance sighed, his hair fell when he looked down at the piece of paper. She has pretty writing.

“words loud, actions louder, but feelings loudest. i feel sane with you”

Infatuated over simple words that held deeper meanings Vance read the lines over and over. He didn’t fully understand what y/n had meant but something inside his mind told him he felt the same.

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Emily was back the next day meaning everyone was now focused on her and her bandaged nose. y/n really didn’t know how much damage she did that day. Emily’s face was bruised pretty bad.

She deserved it.

The brown haired girl often blew things out of proportion. Expanding the truth to the point it was almost a lie.

y/n was just grateful all the attention was finally off her.

y/n stood at her locker changing her books and gathering her homework.

Her body was shoved by strong shoulders into her locker, she turned to say something stopping herself seeing it was Vance.

He looked down at something on the floor then back to her as he kept walking. y/n looked down spotting a crinkled up paper of his own.

She picked up the ball unraveling it as she stood back up.

“you’re not that bad. park tonight.”

y/n smiled folding the note up neatly placing it in her pocket. She was always at that park, he just didn’t know that yet.

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She got to the park at her usual time, Vance a few minutes later. They took place on the swings again. “Hey” y/n smiled softly at the curly haired boy “Weather man said it’s gonna rain soon”

Vance nodded “Yeah i saw that” y/n shrugged handing him one of the two cigarettes left in her pack, he took it waiting his turn with the lighter.

y/n watched the cloud rolling in above, Vance watched her. Oblivious to his stare she smiled “I love the rain” he’d remember that. who liked the rain? “Why? It makes everything wet and gross”

She looked at him questioningly “I find it lovely, rain makes me happy” y/n took a deep breath “It’s like the world is washing away all the bad things.” He never thought like that.

“I guess that makes sense” he shrugged, both of them falling silent. It stayed like that till it was time for them to part. y/n stood first. “I like the silence” she smiled down to him “Until next time” and with that she left and the rain came.

Vance walked home, recalling how she thought of the rain. Maybe it really wasn’t that bad, maybe he liked the rain too.

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Vance became a staple in her nightly routine.

Often times the pair sat in silence, listening to how the earth talked at night. Glancing at one another through the few minutes they shared each night. Eyes fell into eyes, like souls spoke to each other. Small innocent touches, pinkies linked with one another. The time they spent together started getting longer and longer and yet only a hello was spoken each time.

Vance dropped a note into y/n’s palm one night before he left. It wasn’t uncommon for him to do that, it was their way of speaking to each other.

“let’s talk”

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y/n braced herself for that night, not having spoken but a few sentences to each other over the past few weeks they’d know one another. She sometimes wondered how he’d speak to her. his notes where often short, she kept each one in the top drawer of her bed side table.

She wouldn’t expect it but he too kept each one of her notes, safely hidden away in his closet.

y/n made him feel warm, Vance made her feel understood. Things neither of them had felt before.

Vance was there in his usual spot, the left swing, when she arrived that night. y/n took her place, following their routine offering him a stick from her pack in which he took.

y/n noticed his knuckles bruised and split, she looked at her own hand, hers where scared from when she’d used violence.

Over the weeks they noticed the ways the other dealt with those who pissed them off.

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y/n wasn’t always quiet, matter of fact she really wasn’t. If you knew her well she could talk for hours. she also wasn’t as nice as people believed. Like Vance she had things that sent her into a spiral. Only well vance physical hurt, y/n did it mentally. She stuck more, biting at peoples souls rather then making them bleed.

Vance didn’t understand why she chose words over pounding someone’s face in, while y/n didn’t understand why he chose momentary pain over a lasting mark.

The two of them where the same but so different, Vance made people panic, y/n made fear slowly creep into their minds.

Though not understand why one another chose different poisons, they admired eachothers effects on others.

Slowly Vance realized words would cut deeper and y/n found force would work faster.

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“Your bruises are pretty” her voice hummed smoothly with sounds of the night, he turned looking at her then his hand. He found it odd to complement the result of his violent tendencies, he appreciated it.

Reaching out he linked his pinky with hers, hands falling between two swings was comforting. “There for you” y/n looked at him brows knitting together. “How so?” Vance shrugged, eyes lifting off his hand meeting with hers “I didn’t like the way someone was talking about you”

y/n gave him eyes of awe, she’d never look at him like that. “Vance ‘pinball’ Hopper” he liked the way his name left her lips “That is the most romantic thing i’ve ever heard”

The way she admired his violence made him feel better, it wasn’t something he always had control over.

“I saw some make that girl cry earlier, what was that about?” he asked, she squeezed her pinky around his dropping her gaze. “A similar situation”

She didn’t see the way his eyes sparked. Someone speaking up for him? Vance never expected that, definitely not from you at that.

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part 3

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#vance hopper angst #vance hopper x fem!reader #vance hopper x you #vance hopper x reader #vance hopper #the black phone angst #the black phone x reader #the black phone #finney blake #robin arellano #the black phone x you #robin arellano x reader #finney blake x reader #bruce yamada #bruce yamada x reader #angst #black phone x reader #tbp x reader

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imaginewarehouse · 2 years

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Imagine: The whole store shipping you and Marcus but nothing happening between the two of you until the last day when you try to say goodbye to eachother.

Warning/s: Nope not really.

Tags: @flowercrowns-goodvibes and @one-edgy-bitch

From the day you and Marcus were both hired, its seemed that everyone and everything around was pushing the two of you together. You were trained together, your lockers were right by each other in the breakroom and that usually lead to the two of you sitting together in there too and walking out side-by-side, and even when Marcus started working exclusively in the warehouse- you somehow managed to get yourself being sent to tell him stuff whenever Dina or Glenn needed some information passed over.

And it didn't help that everyone around you seemed to weirdly invested in your relationship- and there was some chemistry at the beginning, but it never really became more than some flirting at the start and then a good friendship. That did not stop Garret from calling you over the speaker to come 'Collect your husband, because he's being irritating', and Sandra 'aw'-ing when Marcus would pass you part of his lunch. It seemed to become a running joke, that the two of you were basically married. It was uncomfortable, at first, but eventually you just got used to it.

You were best friends- so why should it be weird? It shouldn't. It was fine! Besides, it did get Tate off your case when he started to get in on it, too. That was a plus. You would rather be fake-dating Marcus then real-dating Tate.

Nevertheless- you and Marcus were really never anything but friends. You love him, but... only as a friend.

That doesn't mean this day is any less hard. Saying goodbye to everyone has been heartbreaking. You've done Glen, Amy, Garret, Jonah, Isaac, Justine, Cheyanne, Matteo, Sandra, Dina, and Sayid... basically everyone you could possibly think of to say goodbye to before you... well, before you had to get to Marcus.

When you finally do run into him, he's chugging down one of the remaining sodas directly out of the fridge, door still open as he leans on the frame. Taking a deep breath, you walk over and reach in to grab yourself a drink. "Oh, hey Y/N... "

"Hey... " You give a smile, tapping awkwardly at the top of the can with your nails.

For a few moments, the two of you stand in silence, sipping your sodas; You leaning on your back against one of the closed doors and him on his shoulder against the door next to yours, facing you.

"So... are we gonna do it?" Marcus finally pipes up again after he finishes the last of his drink.

Shrugging, you turn to rest on your shoulder and face him back. "I guess."

"... I'm gonna miss working with you- pal." The word is awkward as always, rolling off of his tongue and it makes you grin and giggle.

"You too, buddy." The words are light hearted, but your heart is feeling as heavy as it can be. Sure- you'll still talk to each other! You'll stay in contact! But it wont be the same, and who even knows if it'll even last... "I really will."

He shakes his head slowly, giving a sad smile. "... Not as much as I'm gonna."

"Oh no, we're not playing this game, White." You shake your head, and hold up a stern finger that makes him grin. "... But I do like to hear how much you love me." Grinning back, you feel a terrible lump starting to rise in the back of your throat.

"Well, I do. You're my best friend, you know? My own Grace."

"Like Will & Grace?"

"Exactly like Will and Grace."

Somehow the two of you had gotten a lot closer, leaning forward throughout the conversation. You only realise, because you can feel his breath on your face. His goofy grin drops, and you think he's gonna step back- but he doesn't. All of a sudden it feels like something shifts between you two, like something that was always there... just hidden... comes out. And you feel a different kind of nerves flicker to life all over your body.

"Not... not exactly, like Will & Grace... " You whisper, just wondering how he would respond to that; Whether he feels it too?

"Ah no, not... exactly... like that... "

"I mean- I mean, you're not gay, so... " You're quick to add, a last ditch attempt to keep things the way they've always been between you two even as a part of you suddenly screams for you to just wreck it.

He looks so cute, now. And did his eyes just flicker to your mouth?? Are you crazy??? "No, I'm not. I- I think I'm Bi, actually. I talked to Matteo, and- " You lick your lips, just to wet them, no ulterior motive at all, just because they feel so so dry right now, and Marcus seems to short circuit when he sees. "I mean- that's not the point right now. Ha, I... I love you. I mean!- No, yeah, I love you, you're my best friend, and, uh... "

Boy, your face is feeling hot right now. And your heart is thumping hard against your chest, and suddenly you just want to kiss him.

So, taking a deep breath, you step fully into Marcus' space, feeling the electricity just under your skin crackle, fizz and wake up. You then wrap your arms carefully, oh-so-nervously over his shoulders and he collects your waist in his familiar hands. Slowly you lean towards each other, hesitantly as a couple of the times you both stop on the way and wonder if you're really doing this, or just to smile reassuringly like this'll be fine...

It feels like it takes forever, but then your lips connect and god- you feel fireworks. The kiss immediately gets hotter, your hands moving to his neck while he suddenly tugs you fully against him, and backs you up against the fridge door. You're just thinking his tongue tastes like the soda you were just drinking when a cacophony of noise erupts alarmingly close to the two of you and you spring apart like caught teenagers- Marcus looking like a deer in headlights as you both turn around to see what the noise was.

... It was Sandra. She dropped a box of odds and ends apparently when she saw the two of you and they scattered all over the floor. "FINALLY!!" The exclaims, gesturing to the two of you, before turning right around an rushing, assumedly to the customer service desk.

"Oh- Hold on- Sandra!- " You try to call after her, just knowing she's going to tell Garret and he's going to, embarrassingly enough, announce what Sandra saw over the intercom.

But she's too fast.

"Hey," As soon as Marcus takes your hand again he's got your full attention back, and you could not care less what Garret announces. A broad, goofy grin is on Marcus' face and you love it. "... Wanna try that again?"

Quickly you nod. "Oh yeah, absolutely."

"C'mon." He nods, and you all-too-happily allow him guide you back.

#Superstore Imagine #Superstore #Superstore x Reader #Imagine #Marcus White #Marcus White x Reader #Superstore Marcus

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brekker-by-brekkerr · 2 years

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I don’t understand why they couldn’t have left Portwell as a cute high school relationship where they're unfortunately going two different directions, realize that together, communicate about their future, and come to a respectful breakup where they’ll have their good memories, and they’ll always care about each other in some way. That’s more consistent with these characters, it respects the shippers and the characters, and it’s something that happens in real life. I still think with the Portwell we saw in season 2 they could have worked out (like, they’ve always been in somewhat different places, like him having his future planned out and hers always being up in the air as discussed in the couch scene, but they still understood each other and connected, that’s part of why they work so well), but if the writers needed to break them up, that would at least be better than destroying them and making them out of character.

Seriously, why did the writers act like Portwell was bad and would never work? And now, acting like Gina didn’t have feelings for EJ. I feel like I’m being gaslit as a viewer. How can you spend all of season 2 making me not want to ship R*na, pouring everything into making Portwell one of the best relationships ever, give two characters incredible growth, and then try to backtrack and act like none of that happened. When I saw the way these characters looked at each other and acted around each other. This is bad writing, plain and simple.

It’s not just a matter of liking one ship more than the other. If R*na was handled better, if they found a way to handle Portwell respectfully in a way that made sense, I could have been on board. Imagine if they had let Portwell unfold more like Jack and Gina’s airport episode, where they’re cute and fun but at the end of the day Ricky is the one she really feels things for. Because the way they wrote Portwell, it feels real and important and they’re so clearly in love and happy together. It’s not just this cute little midgame ship, they have a connection like I’ve never seen. They fake date, they scheme together, they do so much for each other and they have so much effort put into their relationship only to have it torn apart and treated like it was never important.

Also, once again, EJ has fallen in love with a girl and she doesn’t love him back (Gina was definitely in love with him too but whatever the writers want to gaslight us into believing I guess. Which is so dumb because you can love more than one person in your life. Why did they feel the need to completely destroy every bit of Portwell after working so hard to make us ship them). Pointing this out isn’t prioritizing EJ in the relationship, it’s pointing out the crappy writing. Why are we doing this again. I think the writers must hate EJ or something because he never gets serious songs, of the main four he has the least time spent on him (other than this season with Nini being gone), and the writing this season for him was just awful.

And this sucks for Gina because she’s having to put in the emotional work again with Ricky, which I discussed in this post so I won’t get into again. Do they hate Gina too? She wanted the guy who shows up, and Ricky hasn’t really done that yet, not in a meaningful way because it was just him hanging out with Gina because he didn’t have any responsibilities while the only reason EJ wasn’t “showing up” for her like normal this season was the pressure on him, and he still found ways to encourage her and make sweet gestures like picking her flowers. Ricky should be putting in so much more work.

It’s sad for so many reasons but in large part because it’s going to be hard to watch the show from here with how all the relationships were handled. I wish I could love R*na and ignore the bad writing, but I can’t. And they could have been such a cute couple.

#portwell #ej x gina #gina x ej #ej caswell #gina porter #hsmtmts #hsmtmts spoilers #hsmtmts season 3 #hsmtmts 3 #high school musical the series #high school musical the musical the series #anti rina

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introuble-now · 2 years

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i am real and you are not | brian wilcox x f!reader

[you know] [from fast food nation] [no i haven't seen fast food nation]

summary : Brian doesn’t like girls like you, pretty and confident and mean. Girls like you didn’t really like him either. But, to Brian’s horror, maybe things are different with you. Of course, he figures this all out too late.

note : guess who’s small-town horror obsession overlapped with their Paul Dano obsession! had a spark of inspiration and wrote this one shot in one sitting. the mean greasy emo felt right. beware of darker themes. HOPE YOU ENJOY! PLEASE PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

Gathered at the corner of the chainlink fence that borders the woods, are pictures of you. Brian’s not sure why he stopped. He’s driven past the memorial dozens of times in the last week. Nothing is different now. Your last yearbook photo is stapled near the top, and just below it, a cascade of other photos of you from toddler to present littering the display. There are flowers, candles, teddy bears and cards in shades of pinks and purples.

He doesn’t have anything to add to it. He just loiters nearby, leaning against his Dad’s rusted pickup truck, staring. He always thought you looked pretty hot in your yearbook photo. He knew he wasn’t the only one. He’d assumed for a long time that you did it on purpose, your honey-glossed lips and neon-colored acrylics, driving him crazy.

Because, you were one of the mean girls, or at least, you hung out with them. And Brian didn’t have time for that bullshit. So, regrettably, he spent a lot of time demonizing you in his head. Reasoning that if he did, he would be more disgusted than hard when you wore those low cut tops, or chewed on the ends of your pencils. It didn’t help. But things weren’t the same anymore.

He wouldn’t say you were friends now or anything, but you were something. When you first came up to him, it was a dare by your giggling posse, and he didn’t fall for it. You had that look on your face, like you knew how badly everyone wanted to fuck you. It pissed him off. There was an amount of satisfaction getting to shred into you, watching that look fall off your face. It was like you really saw him then.

After that, he didn’t think he’d have to deal with you again. He had no idea how wrong he was. You didn’t leave him alone. At first, he assumed you were trying to atone or something, and if he was mean enough you’d fuck off eventually. But you kept coming back.

“I like to think people who don’t like me, just, don’t know me yet.”

“I know you. You’re a bitch.”

Most days you caught him, you didn’t even want to talk much. You’d just bum a cigarette and sit by him quietly. Sometimes making jokes, about your day, or someone passing by. Asking him how he was doing on homework, and if he had any funny stories from working at Mickey’s. It occurred to him that the only “friends” he’d ever seen you with were fake. They were the kind of “friends” who gossiped about you behind your back. The kind who called you dumb to your face, and told you to lighten up about it.

Maybe you just had shit taste in company. Or, maybe, you liked Brian. Maybe he felt real.

His resolve didn’t last as long as he imagined. There was still an edge to your conversations, but it started to feel more and more like he was teasing. He didn’t really care who you slept with, or what you did in your free time, but he liked the face you made when he called you a whore. You usually had a comeback, something like, it was rich of him to say since he was looking school shooter chic. You’d hit him and he’d laugh.

“Why’re you so smug all the time?”

“That’s just my face.”

“Oh, screw you.”

“Only if you ask nicely.”

But you were gone.

You waved to him on a Wednesday morning, went to class, and never made it home that night. No one knew what happened to you, and it all felt so wrong. Sometimes, sitting in the truck, he’d catch a whiff of your strong Bath&BodyWorks lotion smell from the passenger seat. Something like flowers and cucumbers.

It started to make him sick. So suddenly nauseous, he had to pull over a few times this last week, just to puke in the bushes on the side the road. He’d been skipping school the last few days, tired of the missing posters of you at school, the mention of you at assembly, and hushed conversations about you in the hall. None of these fucking people cared, they didn’t know you.

Maybe he didn’t either.

But here he was anyway, parked on the street, right beside the memorial made for you. Brian never imagined that whatever was between you both would last long. You had your future all laid out for you. High school would end, you would go to college, have a career, and get married to personified business casual khakis. And he would be here, flipping shit burgers, and smoking cigarettes in his car for the rest of his life.

He didn’t resent you for it really, he just hoped, maybe he’d get to ruin you a bit before you went. Instead, the woods of this stupid town swallowed you whole, and he’d never get to see you again, an entire year too early. You, more than anyone he’d ever met, deserved to get out of this town. He liked to think you did. That on that Wednesday, you just got fed up, and boarded a train to somewhere far away.

The alternative scared him shitless, and unsettled his stomach when his Dad left the local news channel on. You deserved so much better. He wishes he could’ve hung out with you Tuesday night, drove you somewhere, anywhere. Maybe you would’ve told him something important. Something that could’ve saved you. In reality, he was working, eating fries and dicking around.

Who knows. Maybe it wouldn’t have mattered.

Walking down the sidewalk, were two guys from school, ones Brian figured he may have seen before. They were being loud and obnoxious, laughing and tossing each other around, into the street and back. He didn’t pay too much mind, back against his truck, cigarette between his fingers. But then, they paused right in front of your memorial, suddenly quiet.

He watched, wracking his brain for a memory of them, maybe with you. He couldn’t come up with anything, but— one of the guys points at your picture, and motions jacking off with his hand. The two of them laugh. Brian doesn’t know why he cares, why his face got hot when he saw it. His skin buzzes and his fists tighten at his sides.

“Hey, dickheads.”

He flicks the cig to the pavement, grounding it with his boot, as he storms forward. They look up at his approach, their expressions dropping, something smug slipping on instead. The one wearing a jean jacket and a red shirt steps in front, a chuckle in his throat. “Mind your business, freak.”

“Ah, you think you’re funny.” Brian laughs back, bracing himself. His knuckles connect with the kid’s jaw, and he stumbles back. Brian feels like he’s on fire. “I’ll kill you shits, I’ll kill you. You think I’m joking?”

The other guy, wearing a tucked in polo, looks like he’s ready for a fight. Brian smiles, daring him too. He hasn’t been in a good brawl in a while, and he wouldn’t mind taking a few hits. It wouldn’t matter. Brian could make them bleed. But as jean jacket guy pulls himself up, cradling his face, he pulls his friend’s shirt back.

They start heading the way they came, but polo guy can’t help himself, spitting into the grass as he shouts. “You’re crazy dude. She’s fucking dead.”

That catches him, like a bullet in his chest, knocking the air from him. He turns to see dozens of pairs of eyes watching him, all you, your photos haunting him. All the fight drains from his shoulders, and a shudder runs through him. He’s ten again, running the hallways because he’s scared of the dark. The image of you is burned on his eyelids. Your hair. Your hands. Your smile. He feels cornered, like a frightened animal, and without thinking sprints to his truck.

“F-Fuck.” His voice trembles as he struggles with the door. There are tears in his eyes. He doesn’t come back here again, avoiding any route that’ll take him past. Can’t stomach it. He starts to wish you’d never met. Then he just wishes he’d waved back.

...

Brian was never good at sleep, often restless, and it’s only worse after you're gone. One of those long nights, he'll decide to take a drive. There aren’t very many streetlights on the edge of town, and the brights of his rundown truck are not strong enough to see too far ahead. It’ll be in the early hours of the morning, in the pitch dark, that he’ll see you. Standing by the side of the road, covered head to toe in dirt, blood in your hair, and waving your arms wildly.

He’ll almost swerve off the road, cursing in surprise, before maintaining control. He’ll pull over and call out your name. You seem happy to see him. He hopes it isn’t a dream. He hopes it’s really you.

It isn’t.

#paul dano #danonation #paul dano fanfic #paul dano x reader #brian wilcox #brian wilcox x reader #fast food nation #This Is Something #i kinda like it #we’ll see lol #i get why you guys write so many one shots #feels freeing #brian fast food nation #reader insert

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groovygladiatorsheep · 3 months

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Ohhhhhhhhh really like your humanizations of Ink and Error!! Do you have any headcanons about their etchnicity? Or headcanons in general

Thank you so much !!! As for Headcanons, I’ve had some in the past but they changed a bit with time.. hcs for these humanized twos on my side currently are - French-Filipino for Ink and Afro-American for Error !! I hope this is what you meant 😭

As for general Headcanons ? I do !!

What I like to imagine is how the whole multiverse works and functions together.

Ink is the protector of aus, I imagine his reputations wildly varies from aus to multiverses, especially after the whole utmv event reputation. In my head, joining the star Sanses was a way to continue to do his job while staying on the good guys sides, you know ?

I see Ink as genuinely a guy doing his best. He needs the creators creations to be alive and to thrive to exist. Upsetting the creators by not letting them do angst ?? No sir. In his head, he’s simply letting characters be characters. He’s aware of the situation he’s in, of the string he’s holding onto ( the emotions and life given to him by the creators. It always comes back to them. )

He shouldn’t have been able to survive ripping his soul apart. He’s a miracle in himself ! But does he sees himself as that ?

Ink being unable to power through life without his vials means so much to me. They’re like the only thing allowing him to exist in his world, without them he’s physically not there. He needs them, and guess what Joku’s Dream ( because fanon Dream is much different ) thought of that ? That Ink is faking his emotions and he’s obviously evil if he can’t feel a thing.

How DAREEEm !!!! It’s so much more than that !!!! Ink’s vials allows him to feel the way he CANT feel, they allows him to show what he would WANT you to show !!!! He’s trying !!!!

Basically, Ink’s vials are a way for him to be able to fuel himself, a side important effect is that the difference flavours allows him to reflects emotions he could have had. Despite that, he still sucks at stuff that requires understanding social cues..

The flavours/different emotions can be hard to get since they come from how the creations were created. With tears ? Happiness ? Anger ? Envy ? That’s where he gets them. I’d imagine he learned to mix them when he needs one in particular !

I’d also imagine his memory makes him lose space and times. My bad memories does !! If he doesn’t have something in mind ? It doesn’t exist, nah. That’s why he notes stuff on the scarf because at least he knows he wears it all the time.

I really love the hc Ink has synesthesia, go check out @sunnemona for deepening information of that hc actually

As for Error !!!!

Error has always been the guy I’ve drawn more than thought about, but I do have so much thoughts on him too.

I see Error as an anomaly. Ink is a miracle ? Error was a mistake. He was not an happy accident held by strings, he’s a mistake that holds itself together by said strings.

His role in the multiverse is pretty interesting !!! He’s that menace everyone except the big guys fears. He destroys aus amongst aus, citizens of the multiverse have rarely seen his face except before their death, he’s a menace, not a balance, not a secret saviour, a machine that had a goal and keeps doing it without even understanding what he’s doing it.

I see it as this : Error goal and motivation , like other errors, was formed the day of his death and birth, the time right before Geno got errorified.

“Why didn’t I get an happy ending ?”

Feelings of hatred turned into a misinterpretation of the people surrounding his lost white space, and there it was : “everyone is a glitch !! They should all die !!!!!”

Aside from that, I Headcanon him to have a nest, a bit like spiders. His souls are his victims stuck on the web, and the strings surrounds his entire little home. Sofa for comfort, etc etc.

He’s very similar to spiders, actually.

#ask #anon #they means so much to me #btw yes I went on a ramble.#ramble #utmv #ink sans #error sans

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adulting-sucks · 6 months

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Can I vent with you for just a second?

I saw someone reblog from a CE blog I used to follow that she is back in the fandom because she saw him at the last con and "he was just so hot" or some nonsense like that. It really made me sad. This person, while problematic in her own way (as we all are), was very vocal about people who went to the first con since the papwalk about their fake activism. Said if you went or thirsted or reposted that your outrage at his partner was just jealousy in disguise and you didn't care about the awful things her friends think are funny. To see them turn now and tell people to get over it because he's hot just...I don't know. I know it's not my life and everyone is on a different page here and dealing with the fandom fallout in their own way. But it's hard to stomach. I can differentiate between still loving characters, but personally just can't reconcile with going back to fawning over the man himself.

It's been very eye-opening, really seeing how bad a lot of fandoms are. I've listened to people of color talk about the discrimination they have felt in fandoms and thought I understood what they meant. But as a white person who strives to be an ally it's been very jarring to see so many white creators and bloggers on here fake outrage when it was really their own jealousy and had nothing to do with serious issues. It makes me hurt in ways that are hard to explain. And if it makes me hurt, I can't imagine how the people directly attacked by things that have been said and done feel. It all just sucks. Watching this fandom fall apart has been tough.

I'm not trying to make it all about me. That's not very ally like. Sorry. 😔

But I love your blog and I love listening to your input. I'm glad I was in this fandom when I was because I found a lot of blogs and creators I love. Silver linings I guess.

You are doing amazing as an ally. You’re questioning, you’re learning, you’re worries about your choices. That’s amazing to see.

It is disappointing to see hypocrisy happen. The very unfortunate part is the hypocrisy is what’s making this fandom even more toxic than it normally is and so many of us are turning on one another.

We are all very much dealing with things in our own ways, and please know that you’re allowed to feel the way you do. I’m very open and vocal about my disappointment as a minority with this entire situation. There’s a lot of feelings and thoughts that need to be reconciled with what’s being presented. It’s so conflicting at times and that’s okay.

Excusing her or saying this relationship is so cute or amazing or wonderful is the problem. Saying she isn’t the problem is the problem. Thirsting after characters isn’t a problem, many can separate.

I love having you here and you can vent any time

#anons #you’re welcome here #vent away

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(im in my mid twenties but this is a little tmi and embarrassing so I dont want it linked to my account)

So. I have slightly uneven boobs, no big deal some people do. I've always been slightly insecure and a guy once said "its just a handful but thats ok" and then next sentence make comments about how they aren't even and how I must pad my bra (bro hadn't even taken my bra off and I was like ok we're done).

My best friend got her nipples pierced and I told her I dont think I could because my nippers aren't pronounced all the time like hers. I showed her snd she only said "oh weird I thought everyone had nips like mine". We went on no big deal. I have thought about it since, cause I never thought someone's nipples were out when not hard? And like her nips weren't hard they became more pronounced after they were hard if that makes sense?? I was just like yeah I doubt I could get those piercings and moved on but I realized ok we dont all have the same nipples (I never really thought about it before)

Started kissing a guy recently. We hadn't really gotten into it, but he moved my top (i had on one of those tops with a bra built in cause if I can avoid a bra I will). He stopped and then legit made fun of my boobs. Because my nipples were flat? Like imagine a barbie, just round chest area no nipple. It isnt inverted you can see it. Its just...flat? If im cold or aroused my nip gets hard? Which is normal?? But i guess I am not normal?? Anyways this guy said a ton of shit, even offering to get me a boob job and a bbl?

Anyways this guy really fucked with my confidence and I was just like ok I either need to know if this is normal or not. My chest.. Or like, do all guys act like this cause the only other time a guy has seen me without a top we were definitely aroused and no comments were made. Like, I feel like a guy making fun of the person he's about to hook up with is in bad taste. I feel most guys wouldn't, at least the fictional characters I like wouldn't, but is this like a normal thing guys do or is he just a dick cause this is the second guy who has made comments so

Okay first of all men literally ain’t shit.

I know your friend didn’t mean any harm by those comments she made but that’s still a bummy thing to hear.

I HAVE UNEVEN BOOBS

And my nipples are never out unless I’m cold. They don’t get hard when I’m aroused either so they’re usually just like in that “soft puffy” state.

No two boobs are 100% symmetrical unless they’re “fake” I’m pretty sure so having uneven boobs is soooo normal I promise.

My left boob has always been bigger than my right. When I gained a bunch of weight it was still noticeable, and even now that I’ve lost all the weight cause of my meds, my boobs are still uneven!

They’re also no longer firm or perky because of this so thems bitches are a little saggy, and honestly I’ve never had someone say such off handed comments about them. My nipples literally basically point downward to the floor.

I have a short torso and a big ribcage so although my boobs are DD’s they look 10x bigger because I don’t have enough chest/torso space to even it out so they look extra massive and I hate it! It doesn’t help that I’m short either so I’m just this small bitch with big titties and I’m like pls I just wanted like a full B cup. BUT I WORK WITH WHAT I GOT.

Some people have two different sized boobs and one will be an entire cup size different!

AND A HANDFUL OF TIT IS STILL TIT SO THE MEN YOURE HANGING OUT WITH ARE JUST FUCKING TRASH.

(Like if u have a nipple, I’m putting it in my mouth I don’t care what size titties u got)

I’m pretty insecure about my boobs as well! But the way I’ve had sexual partners react to them has definitely helped because most men don’t care.

Idk where I intended on going with all of this but basically long story short, is that you don’t have to be insecure about them! Or feel SO insecure about them? We all have insecurities and stuff we don’t love about ourselves but everything about us makes us exactly that. US.

I’m sorry you’ve had people make comments like that, that’s a shitty thing to hear.

Here’s a picture of me where you can see the size difference to hopefully make u feel a little bit better.

I GOT SAGGY TITTIES AND A FLAT ASS BUT IM STILL OUT HERE GETTING BITCHES

(I yell into the void as if I’m actually getting bitches)

#hellfiremunsonn asks #tw weight #brief talk of weight gain and loss

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neuronary · 2 years

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okay so it's like. a solid five months post-russians and dustin just will not shut the fuck up about how steve and robin would make such a great couple, dude.

which. like. steve gets it, because he guesses that, yes, from dustin's perspective it is kind of weird that they're not a thing. and a solid 50% of hawkins high thinks they're dating at this point anyway. (robin says he can't blame his lack of game on that but robin is also full of shit.) but the thing is is that whenever dustin brings this up it's, like, a mild annoyance for steve at best, right? kind of bullshit that his kid brother the kid he babysits is trying to give him dating advice so he can win over his lesbian best friend, but not such a big deal. the problem is that eventually he gives up on steve and starts saying that shit to robin. and it gets to her. steve doesn't totally get why, exactly, but he can imagine that it must suck when people keep reminding you that they expect you to be fundamentally different to the way that you are. (maybe he doesn't exactly have to imagine, given his parents', y'know. everything.) it doesn’t really matter why, anyway, because it really, really bothers her and that bothers steve because she gets enough shit from hawkins-at-large for dressing a little weird and being a little hyper sometimes as it is. but no matter what he does or says dustin will not shut the fuck up about it. and it all comes to a head when he’s wheedling, again, like he thinks he can get them together by annoying them into it, and robin has had a shitty enough day already because ms. forst won't get off her dick about her math scores and her mom won’t get off her dick about her clothes and steve knows for a fact that she got barely three hours of sleep last night. so when she slumps lower into her seat, she looks so completely miserable that steve just snaps and yells because i'm gay!

you could hear a fucking pin drop, during the split second where all three of them are trying to process what exactly the fuck steve just said. then dustin starts yelling and steve and robin both start panicking and steve has to pull over because he's pretty sure he's gonna hit a tree otherwise because why the fuck did he say that. and henderson is talking a mile a minute asking questions like how did you give me such good advice about girls and how long did you know and what about nancy and steve can feel his chest getting tight as he whiteknuckles the steering wheel and robin makes an aborted gesture of some kind and dustin, for the first time in two years, stops talking. steve sort of feels like he's going to be sick as he grits out an it's complicated as a sort of catch-all answer to dustin’s numerous questions. and then a pair of arms wrap around the seat and his chest and he can feel dustin's hair tickling against his shoulder and steve is man enough to admit that his eyes aren't dry when the kid goes you're still my friend. you know that, right, steve?

and steve’s stupid broken brain chooses that exact moment to give him a spasm and his head knocks into dustin’s as his neck jerks and his arm flies out and nearly hits robin in the face. (nice reflexes, buckley.) and that sets them all off laughing so hard that the whole accidental-fake-coming-out thing gets ignored for another ten minutes. until robin grabs dustin’s wrist before he climbs out of the car and says, urgently, you know you can’t tell anyone about steve, right? and henderson says yeah and robin says no i mean anyone, midget. you can’t breathe a word, okay? and steve is wide-eyed as she holds dustin in place and says, intense like he’s only ever seen her once before, not any of your little friends, and especially not wheeler. junior or especially especially senior, got it? and steve just barely bites back the same question as dustin: why especially not nancy?

so robin brings up some points about steve’s ex-girlfriend that explain why robin has resisted steve’s attempts to get them to make friends:

nancy wheeler is steve’s ex-girlfriend.

nancy wheeler’s parents voted, very enthusiastically, for ronald reagan.

nancy wheeler owns multiple guns.

she’d never do the thing that robin is implying, steve knows that. he says that, but pretty weakly, because the truth is however certain he can be that nancy wouldn’t shoot him, he can’t say she would be... okay. with him. with robin, he has to correct himself inside his head. he’s not gay, he’s just covering for robin. he’s being a good friend.

#stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #dustin henderson #the dakota dm fics have breached containment #send an emergency dispatch #disclaimer i don't think nancy is that kind of homophobic #but i do think that robin would think that #also sorry to the fruity four fans but i cannot imagine nancy wheeler as queer #it just doesn't click right in my head #she's the token heterosexual of the teens #anyways the fallout of this whole situation is that steve fully gives up on getting a gf for the foreseeable future #and dustin starts trying to matchmake #it takes four tries to get to eddie #dustin also has a Journey Of Discovery #anyways

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HI SORRY FOR THE VAGUE REQUESTS BUT I WANNA HEAR ANY THOUGHTS U HAVE ON DOOMHEAD OR FOXY i enjoy them so badly 🙏 no pressure ofc pls take ur time mwah

YES OFC!! ANYTIME FOR U MOOT 🙏🧎

im sorry i only did doomhead bc i had more ideas for him and it looked weird to have like paragraphs abt DH and 4 sentences about foxy 😭😭 ill write a separate post about him if you want nws!!

rlly messy post, a mix of thoughts + headcanons with a LOT of projection (potentially ooc) proofread but still shitty

LONG POST!

TW for suggestive themes and angst i mean...this is doomhead we're talking about

- my backstory headcanons differ slightly from yours (please check out imeldas DH headcanons theyre great!);

- i think he came from a well-off family but was definitely abused and neglected. growing up in the time and place that he did, he had no support and was forced to take his future into his own hands. he probably ran away or estranged himself from his family as early as possible (possibly stealing a few stacks to keep him afloat)

- pre 31 he was most likely a petty criminal who got mixed up in some violence, possibly word got around and he was picked up by Father Murder (i imagine it the same way models are recruited on the street and thats funny)

- i agree that hes been in 31 since its conception, hes definitely the top dog, the most reliable and efficient Head out there. I'd like to think Father taught him a thing or two about hunting numbers down (and how to clean his messier kills) so younger/less experienced Heads definitely aim to be at least acknowledged by him

- i think doomie does many odd jobs just to pass time between 31 ; security at seedy bars, occasional plumbing/installation jobs etc. not only does it help with his small-time acting (being able to play and adapt to many roles) but it also allows him to slip into the background of the community. hes not too important but not too insignificant either

- i think the face paint and theatrics was his idea. i believe Father (and co) are just hardcore snuff/sadists and just wanted to see their victims in fear, but DH really took it upon himself to add character (and subsequently more fear) to his job! slay

- being involved with 31 and all, i think he has a few connections with organized criminals, especially considering he has to obtain fake IDs and alibis. hes grown quite friendly with a few respected mobsters and its rewarded him handsomely

- with all this said! i don't think hes some perfectly suave, totally composed Casanova, i believe hes really scared of feeling vulnerable and that makes it hard for him to form any relationships that arent superficial, simply because he doesnt know how to cope well with feeling exposed and emotional around others.

- i diagnose him with (gay) BPD and i think hes very insecure abt that fact. he was probably taught that his emotions were bad so he puts extensive effort into seeming composed and put together around people. one good thing about 31 is that its a space where his bizarre outbursts or even mania is not only accepted but embraced/rewarded so hes got that going for him i guess??

- i think, deep down, he'd really love a somewhat domestic relationship; having somebody at home to eat with, a partner he can rely on, to be cared for and care for someone else. hes a sap at heart, hes just very scared of showing it

- probably wouldn't want kids, even in an accidental knock-up, he'd slip his baby mama plenty of scratch and encourage her to find a man thatll support them. he can always be the distant but fatherly family friend but thats really it (UNLESS you're his s/o then thats a completely different story-)

- probably neurodivergent in some way, simply because i see him as incredibly observant, analytical and calculated when hes focused/interested, traits i typically see in other ND people lol

- my doomhead is definitely queer, he doesnt use labels but i see him spending time at drag shows (in the corner silently handing the queen a stack of cash LOL) at underground gay bars (and had a few fellas for company ykk😏) hes more than aware of the struggles of having no family to support you and needing to make ends meet no matter what (since hes been there himself) so he has respect for such folks

- hes SO committal, especially because he doesn't have many healthy long term relationships. hookups dont mean much to him and really just give him dopamine boosts during the lull of a lonely life (#bars). if you're his s/o, you're his life partner, he would kill and die for you 100%. even if you guys split he would probably just give up on relationships then and there (as sad as that sounds lmao)

- ik the movie is set in the 70s but in a modern setting, i think he'd listen to some quirky, creepy music. probably genres like glam rock and dark cabaret (think scissor sisters and the dresden dolls)

- on that topic!! some songs that remind me of him include

#doomhead <3 #rqs #slasher x reader #slasher community #slasher imagines #rob zombies 31 #31 #doomhead x reader

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cascaria · 11 months

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Blog Post 5/29/2023

Music is an artistic venture that's been on my mind a lot as of late. Rather, lyrics are specifically. I've been taking a different approach with lyrics than previous efforts (different from what I've put out publicly anyway), trying to get more personal. A lot has changed in my sense of self recently (trans moment teehee) and its made attempts to write more personal stuff feel,,, strange. Songs I wrote mere months ago feel like they were written by a different person, ideas expressed in earnest feel fake somehow.

I tried to make a clumsy snapshot of myself at this point in time, a lyrical self portrait of sorts, but the subject changed always through the painting. All it really needs is a little course correction; tweak some lyrics, scrap a few songs, write a few new ones, typical creative process. But even so its got me thinking in pretentious philosophical ways I hadn't considered before.

Can a person really be captured in the art they make? The answer is no, of course, the most realistic paintings, the most high quality photos, no matter the medium there will always be something missing. Someone could write an autobiography the length of all the Wheel of Times books put together and details would still be missing. You could film every second of a person's life and still never capture the whole picture. Of course what I'm attempting is nowhere near as ambitious, but even capturing one moment in time in total is impossible. Even in the attempt, the moment passes and a new moment is born. Sometimes the changes aren't drastic so its negligible, but of course realizing you're trans is anything but a minor shift.

Words are a weird thing for me. When I'm speaking in the moment I never feel like I can muster the right words to truly express what I'm trying to say. Given time and a big word count I can get closer, but even when I'm satisfied I'll come back to it a day later and realize ten billion things I forgot to say or wish I worded better. This includes stuff like this very blog post this sentence was added last minute.

Lyricism and poetry is a whole other beast, though. So much more has to be taken into account when crafting every line, and some ideas are really fucking hard to compress down into a rhyme scheme and melody. Ideas of the self are especially difficult. How can I make a song to express an image of myself when I barely know who I am? How can I create a snapshot of myself as a person when I barely feel like I'm real? If I don't even feel like me, how can I know what that "me" even is and express it in any way, let alone lyrically?

I've tried expressing that very experience via song and while I've written some lines I'm proud of I still feel like I'm barely scratching the surface of what I want, what I need, to convey. Part of the whole point of this project is to take the ideas and feelings out of my shitty brain and express them outwardly. Even though only like 5 people will listen or care (hi friends :3) the fact that it was heard is what matters. The fact it could be heard. But I can't make something heard if I don't know how to say it. No matter what I do, anything I write anything I sing anything I create will just be a faint silhouette of the picture.

I guess all art is like that, though. A drawing or painting can never measure up to the image formed in the artist's mind. A novel can never contain every detail of the vast world an author imagines. A song can never fully convey the emotion of the songwriter/performer. But, these things still resonate. A novel can't contain the whole of fantastical world in the author's mind, but it can create a whole new one in the mind of the reader. Art doesn't end with the artist. Once its made, once its out there, while the version in the artist's head will die with them, a new version will be made in the mind of everyone that chose to engage with it.

I can never fully express myself in the way I want to, but I can express enough that whoever engages with my art can form an image in their own head. Maybe it differs from mine, but the details that matter will be there. I can never fully put myself in a song, but I can try. I can put fragments together that a listener can pick up and graft to their own experience. Maybe it isn't about making an image of myself. That's certainly part of it on my end, but it doesn't end with me. Maybe its about making a mirror. A mirror containing fragments of myself that can also reflect fragments of whoever chooses to pick it up. Even if I am the subject, my art will never ultimately be about me.

I feel like a pretentious ass even insinuating anything I make could ever have a serious impact on someone, but I hope it does. If I could impact even one person with my art the way other people's art has impacted me, that's more than I could ever ask for. Even if I don't though, even if everything I make is doomed to obscurity for the rest of time and even all my friends fucking hate it, maybe it was enough that I tried. Maybe that's all that really matters in the end. Maybe that fruitless yet meaningful effort is what art truly is. I don't know.

#aria's blog

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dearweirdme · 11 months

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I can relate to the last anon in a sense that I can totally understand their frustration. Have we really been fooled for the past year, or actually longer since some of those t*ennie photos, if real, seemed to have been older than that based on hairstyles etc. Obviously there are so many suspicious things in those photos and things that make them look fake. Also how convenient for them that only photos where their faces are not shown were leaked 🙂🙂

That being said, I think what makes me question the realness on this, beside my believe in TK, is the fact that I just don’t see them clicking at all personality wise?? Anon was maybe a bit slutshaming there which is never ok, let the girl have her fun! But like from the little that I’ve seen what her personality is, I honestly can’t imagine what they would even talk about? Obviously we don’t know Tae either on a personal level, but yeah idk. I guess people could argue that TK are also polar opposite of each others which is kinda true but I also feel like they complement each other really well but maybe that’s just my shipper talking lol. Do we have any blinks reading your blog, could someone who is actually her fan have something to add?

Hi anon!

I agree with your points. Also appreciate the calling out the slutshaming, should have mentioned it myself… but I was a bit worried about that anon actually. Fandom can be such a hard place, I really hope they are okay.

I have had a few Taennie shippers on here. And On twitter (horrible place, don’t recommend… but I use it to keep up to date a bit) i have actually seen a lot(!!!) of blinks be very negative towards Tae. Feel free to (politely) give us your two cents Blinks.

I don’t know Jennie that wel, but from what I’ve seen I also don’t feel they would work well. But, who knows.

I still don’t think it’s real. I’ve been going through so many footage to check if I have misread things. But.. I just really don’t think I have. Seeing footage of them at Dream premiere still looks like two madly in love people to me. I have tried to look at stuff differently, knowing what we know now.. but my opinion on al those Taekook moments, from now and from the past, is still the same. Tae and Jk are in love.

#anon #taekook

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Okay, my fanfic might as well be good for something, so here's my take on the cheating through fic lines:

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Allie:

“Jane had a screwed-up childhood that she barely remembers. She doesn’t remember all the mistakes she made while she was growing up, so she hasn’t learned from them. She was brought up by a woman who pitted her against her brother to compete for affection. She’s emotionally stunted as a result, and of course she’s still learning what unconditional love is. She never had it before she met you."

Allie shrugged and sipped her coffee, while Kurt processed her words. Before he could speak, she began again. “But sure, she needs to step up her game. No one’s denying that, not even Jane. And of course you should hold her accountable for her mistakes. I’ve already given her an earful for not treating you better. And if she screws up again, you bet I’ll be helping you find a divorce lawyer. You don’t deserve to be treated like dirt.”

***

Patterson:

Jane couldn’t help but get teary-eyed again. “You guys can hate me if you want.”

“Opposite, opposite,” Patterson said, putting a hand on her shoulder. Then she hesitated. “Well, not opposite, because I don’t love what you did, and if I ultimately have to pick a side, I’m gonna come down on Weller’s. But I can understand how isolated you felt. Until Roman came up with his little death-faking plan, it must have been hard for you to imagine you’d ever get home. I took a look into finding the bounty holder and I got nowhere. You must have felt pretty hopeless.”

***

Zapata:

“Come on, Jane. Of all the people you could have called in to go with you to save Avery, you picked the guy you cheated with? It’s like you wanted Weller to find out,” Tasha said. “I would have gone with you. So would Reade.”

***

Reade:

“Gotta say, I didn’t imagine her cheating, either. She takes more from you than she gives back, but infidelity is different from that. I’d guess the cheating was because she couldn’t come home. I’ve never seen her make eyes at other guys.”

***

Kurt:

“You take me for granted, Jane. You walked in here tonight thinking it was a foregone conclusion that I’d let you move back in here. You didn’t ask how I felt about it. You didn’t apologise for cheating. You assumed that I love you so blindly that I can’t live without you, that I’ll forgive any transgression you make and that you don’t even have to ask how I feel about it.”

***

Kurt:

“But you can’t compare not telling you about Avery to what you did. What happened in Berlin was an accident. But you? You stood in front of another man, and you made the decision to break your marriage vows. Sure, you took off your ring when you left, but you know me, Jane. You knew I could never accept that it was over without talking to you first.”

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Jane:

“I’d been relying on no one but myself for almost a year when I met him. It was being part of a team again that drew me to him. Working alone has its advantages, but you don’t have anyone to back you up. The only opinion you have to go on is your own. And I was going a little crazy. I needed a friend. That’s all he was to me for most of that partnership. A friend who, in another life, could have been more.”

***

Jane:

“I know you’re hurting, and I accept that it was my fault, but there is no possibility that I would ever have cheated on you if I’d thought I could go home, Kurt. I’m not making excuses for what I did, but this wasn’t the self-control issue that other couples go through.”

***

Rich:

“Really, Jane? You have the most attractive, considerate, ass-kicking husband anyone could wish for. If he were single, and the least bit interested, I’d snap him up so fast, you’d only see a blur before the orgasmic moaning started.”

#blindspot #blindspot rewatch 2022 #blindspot 3x10 #blindspot 3x11 #blindspot fanfic #disclaimer: patterson siding with kurt over jane is just over the cheating issue #not including the averwho fuckup #long post

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