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junkdyke · 7 months

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That Time I Hooked Up With A Tumblr Mutual

Ok. Let me start by saying this is not a callout post, and this should be read as a humorous story, with some takeaway lessons at the end. Please enjoy my story of my weird ass encounter with a Tumblr mutual.

Part 1: The Backstory

Alight so boom. I had just returned home from a trip where I met a different Tumblr mutual. That trip was great but didn't end up going to plan, so long story short, ya girl was horny. I had never really had a one-night-stand or sought out a solely sexual hookup, so I started thinking maybe I could try it out, see how I like it. And through the sheer power of manifestation, that opportunity presented itself.

I was scrolling Tumblr and one of my mutuals posted asking if anyone was in (my area) and wanted to hang out. Mind you, I have never spoken to this mutual before. No DMs, maybe like 1 or 2 comments through tags and that's it. But, most of my moots are far as fuck, so when I saw she was near me I was like oh ayo, I'm free! Why not, I had nothing else going on! So I reply, and she DMs me.

So she introduces herself, we'll call her Chicle for reasons I'll get to later in the story lmao. Anyway, she gushes a little bit, saying she's been too shy to DM me and that I'm a really cool tattoo artist mutual, I say she's cute and seems cool, and she asks if I've ever been to this particular mall. I say I have and if she wants to cruise the mall with me. She says yeah I'd love to cruise the mall and "if I like her vibe, then maybe we can do something more fun." I say I'm down, she gives me her number.

So here is what I'm envisioning. We'll meet up at the mall, walk around and talk, get to know each other, have some laughs, get a snack, it was a Friday so maybe we could go out to like a bar or go dancing, and then maybe after that, possibly make-out or even have sex! I am not opposed to having sex after a first date if I'm really vibing with the person and if we've been talking for a bit before. Girls, this is not what happened.

Part 2: The Meeting

I get ready, and I drive to the mall. I park, we text on where to meetup and I head over to the Gamestop. I see her at the counter, go up and I'm like "are you buying Pokemon cards?" She starts laughing, she says "I didn't want you to see this!" I'm laughing, I told her it's cute, she finishes paying and we walk around. Cute start and thennnn it all starts to go downhill from here.

As we are walking out of the Gamestop, a minute and thirty seconds into meeting this stranger, she wraps her arm, not around my waist...but around my ass. And pulls me close. I'm instantly uncomfortable by how close this gesture is. She starts cooing in my ear about how she's "so glad I'm not a catfish" and "if I like her vibe because she really likes mine". We met not even 5 minutes ago, I have not had time to evaluate any vibes! But anyway! She asks if she wants smoke 🍃 so I agree, and we go outside, right across from where we just were.

I get to take like 1 hit from this pen, she then steps close to me and says "I'm so glad you're real" kisses me and squeezes my ass. I again feel the need to emphasize that at this point, it has still been less than 5 minutes since we've met, and we have exchanged about 10 messages only a couple hours prior. This is a stranger to me. ANYWAY.

We go back inside, she asks if I wanna walk around, I agree. We chat for a short bit of time, before we go to the food court. I wasn't hungry, so she got some food and we sat and talked. I had made some mention about my past and she wanted to know more so I'm like "okay, I'll give you my lore while you eat" so I basically tell Chicle my life story. Afterwards, we go to walk around more and I start trying to ask her questions so I can get to know her more. It becomes very apparent that she is not interested in getting to know each other lmao. I ask what she does for work, and what she's interested in, and she tells me she's interested in getting into (something animation related) and i'm like "oh ayo, that aligns with what I do" and start trying to get more info cause i'm curious, annd I get just the shortest fucking answers. Ok.

She ends up making a comment about how I'm probably more experienced than her, and I'm like "oh really? Well how many people have you been with?" and Chicle asks "are we counting online?" Now, there is nothing necessarily wrong with this...but it does become more clear on just how "online" this person is. Anyway, she has only been with a few people, never had a partner. It becomes very clear as to why she may have never had a partner.

Part 3: Inappropriate Behavior

We are walking around the mall, stopping in a few stores to look at stuff. Chicle is walking next to me and I am still trying to invoke conversation. But Chicle is not interested in conversation, because instead, she is deliberately and blatantly staring directly at my tits. What I mean is, mid-walking, she is at my side, craning her head to the side to make it incredibly clear that that is what she is doing. I straight up ask "are you...staring at my tits?" she confirms as such, and says something about her being a dog. The dog thing will come up again.

Chicle is at different points, holding me, kissing me, and saying various suggestive things. She grabs me and whispers in my ear "do you want to go back to my room" and I nervous laugh and say "uhhh, we'll see!" At another point, she says "you're so small, you want me to manhandle you and throw you around?" and I again nervous laugh. We're like in Hot Topic, and she start trying to makeout with me and grabbing my ass and says "you're making me so hard"(we'll put a pin in that) and I push her away and say "not in public". I can do a little PDA but this is a lot, and at this point I have known her for about 40 minutes, maybe an hour.

Continuing on, as we're walking through this crowded mall, she drapes her arm over my shoulder and starts grabbing my boob and trying to pinch my nipples, which I immediately pull away from and again say "not in public". Chicle again says "do you wanna get out of here and go back to my room" and I'm questioning what exactly she means, because the phrasing is a little weird. "what do you mean 'your room'?" and she says "I have a hotel room" so I'm a little confused cause I thought she lived in the area. She does.

"i got us a room"

Ya'll, this bitch preemptively booked a MOTEL ROOM without even asking me.

At this point, she has asked multiple times and each time I nervous laughed and said "haha maybe, we'll see, ehhh we'll see" To any normal person, my body language was extremely clear that I was uncomfortable. And again this is not a callout post, she is not a bad person, and everything that ultimately happened, I did consent to. But I will not sugarcoat the fact that this behavior was definitely inappropriate harassment, and there was absolutely some pressuring with the continuous asking. But as I mulled it over, there were 2 reasons I ultimately decided to agree and meet her at that motel.

I was craving intimacy

I had never done something like this before so..fuck it, let's do it for the plot.

And so, she gave me the address, we got in our respective cars, and we met at the motel.

Part 4: The Motel

We go to the room, put our stuff down, and I go to use the restroom. I'm thinking "oh shit, this is weird but alright, let's see what happens"

I come out of the restroom, wash my hands, and she comes over and we start kissing. Already it's fucking weird because the way she is kissing me is so goddamn fast, it's like someone inhaling a meal because they think it's gonna run away from them. Now idk about ya'll, but I like a slow, deep kiss. So already it's a mismatch, but whatever. She lifts me onto the sink, despite the weird kissing, it's hot. She has some really minty gum in her mouth, hence the name Chicle. Put a pin in that.

After a bit, we go to the bed, and I keep saying "how did you get me here" because honestly, I'm not fully comfortable, it's just a weird situation for me and I'm surprised I agree to it. But agree to it I did, so we get on the bed, and keep going. Now, even though she does not have much experience, she's not bad! But...I can tell there's certain things she's doing that I've seen. Or rather, read. Whew lad.

As we're getting into it, my clothes are coming off, she's saying "You're my favorite Tumblr mutual. I can't believe this is what my favorite Tumblr mutual is into." I don't even really know what to say to this because quite frankly, mentioning social media in bed in any capacity is kinda fucking cringe. But it just gets worse.

So, she's spitting on my pussy. And I, personally, have a strong aversion to spit. It's something that I tell anyone that is a potential sexual partner, but it this case, we obviously did not have a prior talk about our sexual boundaries. In this case, I'm like "okay whatever as long as it's just there" but I quickly say "hey uh, just please don't do that in my mouth or i'll throw up" lmao. She's like "Oh okay sorry sorry". But then at some point, without warning she smacks the FUCK out of my pussy, and I'm so taken aback I immediately say "UH DON'T DO THAT" and she again apologizes and says

"Oh sorry, you know I had to try that one. Like that Tumblr post, you know the one."

Ya'll, everything this bitch is doing, she is referencing posts from Tumblr. She is referencing the sexy fantasy butch/femme text posts from Tumblr and she is referencing them out loud. In the middle of real life sex.

She goes on to reference more posts, and the worst part is I know exactly the one's she's talking about. "Mutuals to lezz out with" etc etc, it's so fucking cringe, and she tells me about how she started wearing more of a certain article of clothing after I reblogged a picture of her in it and how embarrassed she is to admit that (I thought that was kinda cute actually) anyway

She's still going way too fast with like all her movements, I tell her to slow down and relax and I think at this point I mention how she did not have to do all that PDA shit from before. She says "well you know, on my Tumblr I do say I'm a dog" and then uh, she starts barking. 💀 literally starts going "woof, woof" and I tell her to s t o p. Jesus fucking christ.

Anyway, after mentioning Tumblr and calling me her favorite Tumblr mutual way too many fucking times, I'm on top of her. Mind you, this whole time, I'm kinda in and out dissociating, just due to how not fully comfortable I am with this. But ya know, I'm still going for it. Her shirts off, she has really cute boobs, and then I notice a really fucking huge bulge in her pants. And I fully dissociate. Not gonna lie, I started feeling really panicky, because straight up, I was not prepared for this. Physically, I'm still touching her, but my mind is fully disconnected, and I'm thinking "oh fuck. When she said 'you're making me so hard' was she being literal? I don't know if I'm comfortable with this. Should I tell her I want to stop? But I don't wanna hurt her feelings. Should I just take it? Well no, I don't really want to...maybe I'll just say 'hey is it cool if I don't touch it?' I mean, she's cute so ehhhhh let's just see what happens!" SO. We continue on.

We flip and she's now on top of me. She references another fucking Tumblr post, and says "do you wanna suck on this lesbian cock?", unzips her pants and pulls out...this MASSIVE transparent strap on. And I'm like oh, it was fake LMAO. Then I say "...yeah, so that's not going in me"

She ends up taking it off, I don't even know how the fuck she hid it in her jeans that entire time, and we continue on. Around this point, I'm starting to feel pretty spent, she did some other things like opening up my pussy to stare at it and describe the color, whatever, I'm kinda done and I just wanna cuddle. So we cuddle for a bit and again, it's physically nice but it's just so weird because she is SUCH a stranger to me that I can't get fully comfortable. She starts trying to start up again and I'm just not really in the mood anymore. She keeps playing with my nipples and typically whenever I'm touched in a way I'm not digging, I'll just take their hand and move it away as a silent but pretty clear way to indicate "no". But uh, I had to do that like 4 times with her before I verbally say "hey, please stop" and her response is "why" 💀 like wdym "why" bitch, cause i said so. I'm kinda surprised by this response so I start to say "Uhhhh, it's...kinda specific" and she goes "oh okay, sorry sorry".

So, honestly, I kinda just wanna go home but I don't wanna be mean and just take off. But there's also no way in hell I'm sleeping over in this motel room. So, I suggest we go out and maybe go to a club or something and she's like "uh, no. I don't like going out" 💀 like damn, maybe you should spend less time on FUCKING TUMBLR AND TRY GOING OUT IRL but whatever, instead we just go get food and bring it back to the room.

Part 5: What Could Have Been

We got some burgers, and she wants to open the Pokemon cards. We do, that's fun and cute, and she asks if I wanna keep some of the stickers that came in one of the packs.

Then she tells me that she had went to the library and checked out a book on tattoos since "she knows I'm a tattoo artist, and thought we could flip through it together." And I genuinely think this is such a cute fucking gesture, I think it's really sweet, and it frustrates the fuck out of me because of what this could have been.

I told her that she did not have to do all the PDA, it was a lot and it was excessive. She is not apologetic about it, and says that the reason she was like that was because "she needed me to know what her intentions were and that this was not just a 'friendly' meeting." so I reiterate that she did not have to do ALL OF THAT just for me to know that. And she just insists that in the past, girls have treated her like just a "bestie" so she needed to get her point across. Now call me old fashioned, but you could have just verbally fucking communicated "hey, i'm really attracted to you" and I would have caught the fucking drift. But okay!!

She asks me if I have any knives because I guess femmes tend to have a knife collection. I say no. And she fucking pulls out this huge ass lethal switchblade thing and is like "this is mine!" and i'm like oh god, this is it, I'm gonna fucking die in this motel room. But she doesn't kill me, she just shows me the cool knife and then puts it away. I have known this person for like 4 hours.

So, we flip through the book, and it's funny and cute, but she keeps trying to kiss me and instigate, and i'm just not interested, I just wanna flip through the book and go the fuck home. And that's pretty much what happens, we finish, I'm like "aight, ima head out" but

before i do

we end up making out again and then I think she was helping me put my shoes on?? she's on her knees in front of me and...she asks me to spit in her mouth. Once again, I have a major aversion to spit and i really, truly, do not want to spit in her mouth. But she says please...so I do like a half assed spit and hope it's good enough. She asks me to try again....so I get an accumulation and spit in her mouth, and she swallows it and i am so so sad about it 😭 and I finish getting my shit and I go the FUCK HOME.

Now here is what frustrates me about all this. Physically? This girl is extremely my type. I like the way she dresses, she has really nice arms, she has a cute face, she's really fucking attractive. She's interested in getting into the animation industry, which I'm currently also working on getting into as well. We could have talked about that and really had a cool discussion on what kind of projects she wants to do and what style she works in. She likes video games, we could have talked more about what games we like. She got this tattoo book because she knows I'm a tattoo artist, and I think that's really fucking cute. There's so many non-sexual aspects that could have made this a real fucking date where I got to know this person, and feel comfortable, and then we could have had really great sex because straight up, the girl was good. She may have learned it from Tumblr, and some of it was weird, but for the most part? She was damn good, especially for only having limited experience. This could have turned into something real! But NO. Chicle, instead, wanted to grope my tits in front of families an hour into meeting me, and made no effort to really let me get to know her in any capacity whatsoever! And it's not like she wanted this to be just a one-night-stand, because she had told me she was looking for a gf and asked me what I was looking for!

It just could have been so much better than this weird ass situation. And after the fact, she texted me and I answered a couple times, but when the following morning she said something to the effect of "it felt so good having you on my lap" I just never answered. Because prior to this, there was absolutely no established relationship, friendship or otherwise. And I could not see anything moving forward, because we couldn't backtrack into the aforementioned "could have been". I considered communicating how I didn't actually feel super comfortable with how things went, but I ultimately just decided to not reply. Shitty on my part, but again, there was no prior anything. And we just never spoke again, we remained mutuals, and so I never talked about this because uh, obviously she would see it. But since she blocked me, heyho now you all get the story!

Part 6: Epilogue

Now, the reason I decided to call her Chicle (Spanish for Gum)

So, while the nice minty gum was a nice gesture, her spitting that gum juice all over my vagina resulted in me getting a yeast infection💀 No more hookups.

So what lessons did we learn!

It's important to talk about sexual boundaries before having sex with someone!

Internet fantasy is not real life! Don't just do shit because you read about it in a fucking internet post or saw it in porn! (Especially when that person doesn't even make those kinds of posts, i don't reblog most of those for a reason)

Don't chew gum before going down on someone

Communication overall is really important for setting up any foundation, even if it is just a one-night hookup!

(yes this is ok the RB cause I spent forever writing this and I do genuinely think it's a very funny story. Sometimes ya just gotta do things for the plot so you get a good story out of it. No regrets, and my pussy is all healed up lmao)

#decided to make this it's own post oops #wlw #lesbian dating #lesbian #storytime #dykeposting #mine #ok to rb

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the-witty-pen-name · 19 days

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Love is Blind (Part 3)

Eddie Munson x PlusSize!F!Reader

Summary: In a last ditch effort to evade the normal disappointments of dating, a group of misfits desperate to have someone see who they are on the inside volunteer for the most recent brain chemistry study at Hawkins Lab.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut in later parts (part 4), reader has low self-esteem and struggles with self love/acceptance, anxiety/trauma related to bullying, tooth rot worthy fluff, Eddie being a major flirt, cursing, mentions of substance use, descriptions of bullying & people being jerks but like also very overdone tropes, mentions of smut

A/N: Please let me know if you liked it!! Feel free to send me an ask if you want to fangirl with me over these two because I cannot stand them at this point. LOL Or if you want to share any ideas/predictions for upcoming parts with me or other ideas for future stories with Eddie, I would love to hear them. Also, if I forgot to include a warning that should be included, please let me know!

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“Eddie.”

“Hey, Eddie.”

“Earth to Eddie.”

“EDDIE.”

“Shit! Sorry,” he says, breaking out of his thoughts and coming back to reality. He stares at his notes in his DM folder and he literally has no idea where the campaign has left off. He clears his throat and awkwardly flips through the pages. “Umm..”

“We just made it to the fishing town and we were tasked by a local merchant to kill a sea serpent that’s poisoning the local fish in exchange for..”

“Oh yeah,” he interjects, grabbing the correct script he needs to continue. “Uh, did you roll..?”

“Are you kidding me, man! What the hell?” Gareth exclaims, exasperated. “What’s wrong with you today?”

Eddie’s face turns pink, shaking his head and ignoring the question. He was not going to admit to being distracted. He’s not embarrassed to talk to the guys about you, but he hasn’t told anyone he signed up for the study. He didn’t want to admit he was desperate or lonely, he’s too proud. He knows his friends don’t care, but it’s a mental block he can’t pass.

“Nothing, I’m good. Just let it go,” he says defensively.

“No way. Fucking spill it,” Jeff laughs.

Eddie racks his mind for the most sane way to answer their questions. He sighs, pushing a mess of his curly hair out of his face.

“Who is she?” Gareth asks, raising an eyebrow.

***

DAY FOUR

“I’m mad at you,” Eddie says, and you roll your eyes.

“What did I do now?” You ask, playful sarcasm evident in your voice.

“You’re throwing me off my game”

“I don’t even know what you mean by that.”

“Obviously because I’m really cool and popular,” he jokes, “I’m a Dungeon Master as you know.”

“Yup, I’m familiar,” you toy.

“My friends called my ass out so many times last night for not paying attention and I kept fucking up.”

“I don’t appreciate you pinning this on me,” you chuckle. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Lies!” He says in a bravado. “You are the distraction! You have managed to weasel your way into every aspect of mind- I hope you’re proud of yourself. I’m probably going to be dethroned. My reign is over.”

You bite your bottom lip, to hold back the goofy smile you know is creeping over your whole face. Never before has anyone made you feel like this. The notebook to keep track of other “dates” is long forgotten. You only want to continue talking to Eddie. You wonder if any of the other people you spoke to felt a connection this strong. You’re dying to know if there are other people who feel as good as you right now.

“What were you thinking about?” you ask shyly. You can hear the way it makes Eddie stop in his tracks. You assume he wears some sort of chain on his pants cause you can hear it when he paces, but suddenly, his end of the wall falls silent.

“How honest do you want me to be?” he asks, suddenly sounding shy.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, I could go the cheesy, romantic, ‘I was thinking about you’ way- which is true. Or, I could be brutally honest because ‘I was thinking about you’ in this context has much more implications than that.”

“You’re confusing me,” you laugh, “just tell me.”

“Do you ever fantasize about when we get out of here? In like, a you know-”

“Like sexually?” you ask, throwing him a bone. He was drowning.

“Yeah,” he admits, and you can hear the chain on his pant leg as he fidgets.

“Yes,” you answer honestly, “I do.”

“I think about it all the time,” he says, the confession spilling out, “The fact that I can’t touch you is driving me fucking insane. It’s not even like just like the thought of getting to fuck you- it’s like being close to you and like feeling your body heat, or like the weight of you sitting on my lap, what it feels like to just touch your skin- just everything that we’re being denied. I don’t even have a visual in my head to go off of it’s just like- I don’t know, man…”

You wince at the mention of sitting on his lap. “I don’t know if you’d want me on your lap for a long time..,” you sound defeated.

“Um, don’t speak for me,” he cuts you off, playfully. “Any man who doesn’t want the full weight of his woman on his lap is a fucking idiot. Ugh, I don’t even think you understand just how amazing it is. I don’t care if you try to fight me on this, princess. You’re sitting on me, and I will love every second of it.”

“I’m not thin, Eddie,” you whisper, feeling defeated. You hear him blow a raspberry and then he knocks on the wall.

“I… don’t… care,” he emphasizes by drawing out each word. “You need to believe me. I couldn’t care less about your weight, your height, your hair… whatever it is. I like you! And that means I like every part of you.”

His voice begins to raise, like he is yelling up, “If these fuckers would realize we’re done already and let me out.” He then lowers his voice like he’s looking back to the wall. “I want you. The experiment fucking works, I wish I could show you what you do to me cause maybe then it’ll finally stick. I’m going out of my mind that I can’t touch you and show you how much I want you, your body, everything. Do you need me to spell it out?”

“Would you have still found me attractive if we met outside of this experiment?” you ask, “I bet you wouldn’t have even looked my way if you saw me at a bar or something.”

“Sweetheart,” he coaxes, “absolutely. I know that I would’ve been annoying the shit out of you for your number. You’d have been the one to reject me, I guarantee it.”

“I would have never,” you reply.

“So if it’s possible for you to know that you wouldn't have rejected me without seeing me,” Eddie muses, “why can’t you believe the same for me?”

“You haven’t asked me a single thing about my appearance,” he continues, “Do you care how much I weigh? Do you care if I’m short?”

“Not at all. I haven’t thought about it,” you admit.

“I haven’t either. Now, please let me have my fantasy of you sitting on my lap please,” he whines, “I need something to get me through the day, Christ.” You laugh at his fake annoyance.

You’re so happy at how he’s able to talk you down. It amazes you how he’s able to see through the insecurities and brings you back down to Earth.

“Okay, okay,” you say, settling back into the couch and getting comfortable. You rest your head back.

“I don’t know, basically, we’re in the middle of the campaign- I literally spent weeks writing it,” he continues, “and I literally just can’t stop thinking about how amazing it would be if you were there. I’m just sitting there, thinking about what it would feel like to just have you sitting on my lap while we’re playing and then I’m thinking about how I want to feel lean back on me and I’d have my arm around your waist holding you, and maybe I’d rub little circles on the side of your thigh and I thought about how soft you probably feel and then suddenly I’m sporting the most embarrassing boner which thankfully no one saw- Fuck, this is what you’re doing to me.”

***

“Is there any way to end the trial early?” Eddie asks, sitting in the interview room. There’s a man putting a pulse oximeter on his right index finger and another testing his blood pressure with a monitor on his left side.

Two other technicians sit across from Eddie, taking notes from Eddie’s answers on a clipboard. They have tested his levels of dopamine and norepinephrine. They’re taking extensive notes on Eddie’s physical reactions to you, and the same is done to all of the candidates- including you. They continue to ignore Eddie’s questions as they ramble on about his levels of oxytocin.

“In order for us to gather all of the information necessary, this isn’t possible,” one of them finally answers.

“But I’m telling you how I feel- I’m telling you it works,” he insists.

“Mr. Muson,” one says, closing a file folder that contains his charts. “This is a study in brain chemistry. You agreed to participate for the designated number of days and in exchange you’d receive compensation. Your conversations between yourself and the other candidates is not our business, nor what you choose to do afterwards. Our job here is to collect data, not the details of your personal life.”

“I can’t believe this,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes. He pulls off the oximeter and grabs his jean jacket. He walks out, despite their protests, flipping them off as he goes. He couldn’t care less about the lousy $200. As far as he was concerned, they poked and prodded the two of you enough.

Of course, he did show up the next day. Promptly with a big grin on his face, he walked in with a happy go-lucky attitude that the entire lab team was secretly sick of dealing with. These sudden outbursts and dramatic tirades were becoming a staple of Eddie’s interviews and they equally couldn’t wait to be done with him.

***

DAY FIVE

“Are these dice?” You ask with a chuckle, opening the small, black velvet bag that’s been left for you on the table in the room. You empty the bag out into your hand and watch as the dice roll into your palm one at a time. They’re all red and shimmer as you move them around in your cupped hand.

“Well, I wanted you to have them,” you hear his voice explain from the other side of the wall. You’re beaming as you carefully pour them back into the bag and tie it off.

“This is so sweet, Eds,” you marvel. “I love them.”

“I also brought my guitar and like in a non-douchebag way I was kind of hoping to play something for you,” he says, his guitar perched on his lap. “I’ve just been working on this song and I wanted your opinion on it.”

It's surprisingly soft sounding. You were expecting heavy guitar, something really metal based on what Eddie has told you about his music taste and his band. It’s slower paced, like a dreamy, slow rock ballad.

You wished you could see him, observe how he looks when he’s concentrating or how his fingers look strumming against the cords. You just know he has the most beautiful hands. You imagine his fingers and try to visualize them flexing as he strums. You’re so distracted by it that you almost miss him singing a verse.

“It’s not done yet,” he prefaces, still strumming. “I’m still working on the lyrics so don’t think too much about them, just like the meaning and the melody you know?”

“Yeah totally,” you hum in agreement. “I think it sounds great.” He smiles at the praise.

***

Before

You anxiously sit by the front window, peeking out between the blinds occasionally. You smooth out the skirt of the new dress your mom bought you, and you make sure your hair is still how you requested. Your mom let you wear makeup and you picked eyeshadow that matches your dress and you feel like a million bucks. It’s your ninth grade formal, and the star of the JV basketball team asked you to be his date.

The minutes tick by and the time changes from reasonably late to stood up. You still hold out hope, and reject your parents' offers to just drive you to the dance. It’s been 45 minutes now, and you still hoped he’d be there. It was long past an hour that you admitted that he wasn’t coming.

The following Monday you learned the whole thing was a prank, and he never wanted to ask you to the dance. It’s in the school paper that he’s at the dance, dancing cheek to cheek with one of the cheerleaders, who you can’t help but compare yourself to.

***

Eddie is sitting at the middle school cafeteria table alone. He’s about a hundred pages into the Hobbit and the crusts of his peanut butter sandwich are forgotten about on the crinkly brown paper bag Uncle Wayne packed his lunch in. He’s long forgotten he’s sitting alone, far too engrossed in the story to care, when suddenly his head is yanked back by someone tugging on his t-shirt.

“What’s up, Freak?” the voice asks before shoving Eddie back towards the table. He catches himself on the edge before his head comes in contact with the surface. He winces as anger boils up inside him. The three jocks laugh amongst themselves until a familiar voice shoos them away.

“Sorry about them,” she says apologetically as Eddie looks to see her. Chrissy. He notices how she glances from him to the cafeteria table where the cheerleaders sit, and Eddie knows she doesn’t want to be seen with him for too long.

“You can go, I’m fine,” Eddie says, forcing a laugh to make her feel better. “But, uh, I wanted to ask you-”

“Okay, thanks,” she says, cutting him off and practically skipping to sit next to the prick who shoved him. Eddie recoils as the jock’s arm wraps around her. Eddie rolls his eyes and gets up to have lunch outside. Along with the remains of his lunch, he shoves the necklace he meant to give her in the bin. He’d stayed up past his bedtime, Wayne showing him how to drill a small hole into the top of one of his guitar picks to put a metal jewelry loop through so it could be put on a silver chain.

***

You’re sitting at the table in the dimly lit restaurant and sipping on your cocktail when you see him walk in. He matches the description your friend gave you, and you feel yourself smile at how cute he is- definitely living up to the hype. Your friend spent weeks convincing you to go out on this date- one of her boyfriend’s best friends. They’re in the same fraternity.

You can see as he walks into the dining room, he’s looking around trying to find his date. You offer a smile when he makes eye contact, and you offer a small wave.

“James?” You ask, “you’re exactly like how Donna described you.” He offers a polite closed lipped smile, and a nod, taking a seat across from you without saying anything.

As the date continues, you notice you’re doing a lot of the talking. You ask him questions and you’re met with a lot of one word answers. He looks detached, checking his watch and his attention seems to be wandering throughout the restaurant at anything but you. By the time your entrees arrive, he yawns.

“I’m sorry, did I do something or say something?” you ask, hesitantly.

“No, no you’re good,” he says, straightening his posture like it would correct the behavior he’s been exhibiting.

He pays for dinner, and you ask if he’d like to do this again sometime (just to be polite, you knew it was going nowhere). He sucks in air from between his teeth, and lets out an exhale.

“You’re a nice person,” he says, putting his hands in his pockets as he waits for the valet to bring his car. “I’m sorry, but you aren’t really my type. Tom didn’t tell me anything about you really. I just felt like we didn’t click.” You notice the way his eyes scan your body, the unspoken awkwardness of you knowing what he isn’t saying. You nod, and say strained goodbyes as he gets in his car. You wished you were more surprised.

***

Eddie is met with dirty looks when he approaches a girl at the bar. He feels her eyes on his tattoos and on his clothes, judging him. He sees her friend, who's also looking at him, lean in and whisper something and they both laugh. He knows the joke is on him, yet again.

He opts to hang where he is, leaning against one of the high top tables, when he watches another guy approach her. He’s muscular, of course he is, and Eddie looks down at his own torso in comparison as this guy’s abs strain his shirt. Eddie scoffs, but now feels incredibly insecure at how his own shirt hangs loosely on his figure.

***

DAY SIX

“Are you still worried about tomorrow?” Eddie asks, playing haphazardly with his rings as he sits with his forearms rested on his thighs.

“A little,” you admit sheepishly. “Are you?”

“More excited than nervous,” he replies honestly. “This whole thing has been fucking wild,” he chuckles, shaking his head.

“Insane,” you agree, laying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling.

“I just wanted to ask, no pressure,” Eddie says, clearing his throat, “Uh the other day, when we talked about, you know- what’s gonna happen when we see each other…”

“Yes?”

“You said to not hold back, I don’t remember exactly what it was but along the lines of ‘I don’t want you to hold back. Just whatever feels right to you in that moment, do it. Kiss me, touch me, I’m down for everything.’ Or something. I just want to make sure…”

“You don’t remember exactly, huh?” you tease.

“Is that still what you want?” he asks earnestly.

“Without a doubt,” you smile.

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wineonmytshirt · 3 months

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Hi there Tumblr Swifties! If we haven't spoken or interacted at all before, my name is Jen, and it's enchanting to meet you.

I wanted to organize a fun Swiftie gift exchange for anyone that would be interested for Spring/Autumn (depending on where you live) - I've seen some really wonderful people put together events like this, and it's always so fun for everyone! I know we have Eras Tour coming back soon, I just wanted to do something fun for all of you! Info below!

How it works: If you're interested, you can sign up for this event by sending me a DM, an ask, a submission, or reblogging/replying to this post confirming in the tags that you want to! There will be a final date that you can sign up, and after that date I will assign everyone a blog to communicate anonymously with and create a gift for!

RULES

No negative, hateful, or harmful interactions/gifts are acceptable in any way. Please be nice and keep this a positive space!

You have until Friday, March 1st at 8 PM EST to sign up

Please send your assigned blog anonymous messages throughout the time you're working on your gift so they don't feel left out. Also, ensure your anonymous asks are turned on so the person who has you can do the same!

All gifts are to be posted Friday, April 5th or Saturday, April 6th with the hashtag #SwiftieGiftExchange2024

Gift Ideas include: gifs, graphics, playlists, original songs, poetry, drawings, letters and whatever else you can think of! **You can give up to 2 gifts but no more than that, please.**

If you have any questions at all please feel free to contact me in whatever way you're most comfortable with! I'm going to tag some mutuals under the cut, but please do not feel pressured to be part of this - I'm just hoping to spread the word so anyone who wants to is able to!

Thank you!

@maryssongwhen @intomymelancholia @blushingallthewayhome @nineteeneightynines @tolerateit @aslowmotionlovepotion @stood-onthecliffside @goodriddancedeluxe @neverbesokind @dress @iknowitwontwork @kitsebastianconnor @barbiediaz @singlethread @nevergrowup-tv @ntwdt @bazkrekkers @evermqres @itsdelicate @notesonartistry @woulddoanythingfor1989tv @imkindatheman @suburbanlegnd @isitcasualnow @andisitover @andtosaturn @ohh-goddamn @dearreader @thegreatswars @cruel-style @allidoistry @sadbeautifulttragic @ithinkheknowss @youmeetyourself @anervousmirrorball @lamefights @daenerys-targaryen @bodybetters

#SwiftieGiftExchange2024 #swifties #taylorswift #taylor swift #candy swift #gift exchange #taylor's version #tswift #swiftie #tswiftdaily

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24-7-testing · 5 months

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The end of the year can be tough for a lot of people. My goal? To make it a little bit brighter. That's why I'm pleased to once again announce the return of...

The Portal Holiday Spirit Initiative!

To help bring a smile to people's faces this year, I will be sending FREE Portal-Themed Holiday Cards to anyone who asks for one! There are a few changes to the cards this year because life has gotten very busy for me and I have less free time than in years past.

This year there will only be one card design, featuring artwork from one of the Portal Fandom's awesome artists! The cards will still be customizable to any Winter Holiday of your choosing, but you'll have to wait for your card to arrive in order to see how (the method takes cues from the Portal game's sense of humor, so it will very much be on-brand).

This year is also special because it is PHSI's 5th Anniversary! I can’t express the amount of thanks everyone who has participated over the years, whether you've reblogged and shared, requested cards, helped with artwork, or helped in other ways. You all deserve my recognition and thanks for volunteering your time, talents, and support! Thanks for helping to make PHSI a special fandom tradition!

If you would like to receive a Portal-Themed Holiday Card:

Visit bit.ly/PHSI-2023 ...

Answer the questions in the forms...

Wait for your card to be sent!

It's that easy! Card Requests are now open, and close on December 20th in order to give me enough time to make and send all the cards before the end of the year. Please submit sooner rather than later so I have time to finish them all!

Also, please don’t be afraid to request a physical card if you don’t live in the US! The card service I've chosen says they ship worldwide and, while it might take a bit longer for you to receive your card depending on what country you live in, the cards will get mailed to whatever address you provide, domestic or foreign. Last year I mailed/emailed a total of 164 cards to Italy, Canada, Germany, England, Poland, The US, The United Kingdom, Brazil, India, and Slovenia!

I’m happy to be a part of the Portal Fandom and hope to bring a smile to others in the Fandom this year! Making and emailing Holiday Cards takes time and effort, and sending physical cards is expensive. While it isn't a requirement to receive a card, I would greatly appreciate if you'd like to give $4 to cover the cost of your card or someone else's. Please visit ko-fi.com/247testing and click the Donate button if you want to help out.

Also, feel free to DM me with any questions or comments. Thanks!

Answers for common questions and concerns under the cut:

Worried about providing a mailing address, for whatever reason?

PHSI has an eCard option! All you need to provide is a name for me to call you by and an email address to receive your card!

Worried about requesting a card because you don’t live in the US?

PHSI mails to any address provided, whether domestic or foreign! However, please wait patiently for your card, due to the current global rate of shipping.

Worried that you can’t give $4 to cover the cost of your card or someone else’s?

Requesting a card from PHSI has been and will always be FREE! However, giving $4 to the initiative helps me pay for the printing service and postage to mail physical cards (visit ko-fi.com/247testing if you’d like to contribute). I gratefully appreciate any contributions received, even if it’s just a comment saying thanks!

Worried because you don’t know how to support the artist of the card you received?

The artist’s social media is listed on the back of every card featuring their artwork. Look them up, commission them, reblog their art, and support them however you can!

Worried because you haven’t received your card yet?

Double check your email inbox and junk folders. I send everyone an email that either confirms your Holiday Card has shipped or includes your eCard! Physical cards take 1-2 weeks to arrive. If your physical card fails to show up after the first week of January, please reach out to me and I’ll send you a replacement eCard!

Worried because you received your card and don’t know what to do now?

Make a post about it! Include pictures, videos, or anything you’d like, and tag me in the post (@24-7-testing) so I can reblog it! If you don’t want to show your card off, that’s ok too!

#PHSI 2023 #portal holiday spirit initiative 2023 #5th year of PHSI!#5th anniversary #psa #please boost #portal fandom #still alive #aperture science #aperture laboratories #portal #portal 2 #fandom tradition

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kavdragun · 3 months

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Auction sale !

Adoptable Dragon 2 of 6: B. Water

if interested in purchasing please visit the corresponding twitter post to comment your bid over there!:

Kavdragun 🇲🇹 🐉 ✤ Commissions Open ✤ (@KavDragun) / X (twitter.com)

Starting bid is €120

Auto buy is €500

Bid increment is + €5

If anyone has any questions feel free to DM me

#dragon #dragoness #middle eastern #asian dragon #adoptable #adopt #oc adopt #auction #art #art auction #character design #art for sale #anthro #anthropomorphic #bidding

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keepthisholykiss · 1 year

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Dracula Daily Research Survey for Upcoming Conference

Hello internet friends! I come to you yet again, hat in hand, to request your input on your experience with Dracula Daily. If you read Dracula Daily, participated in the memes or discussions, if you stopped reading Dracula Daily, or if you looked at it and thought it was cool but too daunting please let me know. I have had a conference proposal accepted to discuss this project and how it can set the stage to better impact learning and literacy. As some of you know from my previous research on Hamlet, gender, and social media this is an overarching body of research I am continually participating in. Not only do I write these pieces and produce this research to help me in preparing for my eventual Ph. D. dissertation but I also use it to (hopefully) help educators become better at what they do.

If you have a spare 10 minutes please fill out this survey. It is anonymous and will greatly help with my research. I will STOP taking submissions on Feb 1, 2023. So please fill it out ASAP! Again, I want to hear from anyone who even passingly participated in Dracula Daily. Share it with everyone you know who did, I am seeking a diverse set of answers for valuable and wide data.

I am also tagging some of the big Dracula Daily accounts in hopes that they can help spread the word. @draculadailytracker @draculadailyreactions @draculadailybracket

ETA: Due to the overwhelming response I will be closing this survey on January 1, 2023 instead. I expected and accounted for 250 responses which it has now far surpassed. Please feel free to continue sharing and submitting.

Also to answer some comments, DMs, and questions: I am my own (disabled) researcher and the way I collect, process, analyze, and discuss data is my own choice. Commentary on how I research is not something I am looking for, thank you! Partial results, data, and analysis will become publicly available in late Spring or Summer 2023. Until then I will not be of liberty to disclose anything else. If there are any other frequent comments or questions I will edit this post to reflect the answers.

#dracula daily #dracula #classic literature #literature #academia #research #tumblr #michelle does grad school

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eulchu · 7 months

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GNF BIRTHDAY PROJECT

hello! as you may know, george's birthday is in less than three weeks! which is why we're trying to go big and well, let's say, put him in the Spotlight.

how? does times square sound familiar :]

recently times square set out a new mode that allows you to project a photo on one of their billboards once an hour for 24 hours :o for just 150 dollars! it would be really awesome if we could all come together and raise that money before his birthday.

WHICH IS WHY i set a kofi strictly for this birthday project. all the money is going 100% to book the billboard on times square.

- I SET A 150 DOLLARS GOAL. please donate as much as you can/want, starting 1 dollar, but NOT over 150 dollars

- PLEASE CHECK THE GOAL BEFORE DONATING!!! we only need 150 dollars. anyone else going over 150 dollars will get refunded

KOFI

it's a 100% legit site that artists use all the time

can choose whether to donate through paypal or your credit card :]

MORE INFO

the billboard would show gnf's pic once for 15 seconds every hour for 24 hours

you don't need to be in new york to see it! times square has a live channel that shows the billboard at all times

link to the times square billboard booking web

ANY MORE QUESTIONS FEEL FREE TO ASK/DM ME :]]]]

#RT TO SPREAD PLS #papaya birthday project

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onigiriico · 1 year

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Muu audio drama (t2) - English TL

[ links: Spotify / YT Music ]

Behold, the longest voice drama I’ve ever posted. This thing is almost 2.3k words long. I am in pain /lh

As always, feel free to head to my ask box or my Twitter (now actually with open DMs lmao) for any questions, potential mistranslations, etc.!

Also,, Trigger warning (aside from. well. the usual Milgram things): Towards the end, they discuss another character’s threat of suicide. It’s nothing super graphic, but there sure are... opinions on it, so please proceed with caution if that’s a touchy topic for you!

⬇️ translation under the cut ⬇️

(door opens)

M: Ah, it’s been a while, Warden-san. – Things have gotten tough, haven’t they… Everyone seems to be struggling and the whole atmosphere feels tense because everyone’s struggling, it’s really troublesome.

E: Is that so?

M: But as for me, I think Milgram has become a lot more comfortable! I know now that I can get whatever I want if I ask for it, so I don’t need to be so on edge anymore.

E: …

M: You did say that you and Milgram are our allies, and maybe you were right all along!

E: …

M: Aww, it’s boring if it’s just me talking! We’re talking to each other for the first time in a while, so you tell me about something interesting too, Warden-san~

E: You’re in pretty high spirits.

M: Am I?

E: I feel like you’ve brightened up.

M: Maybe…

E: But following the judgment after your first trial, the situation in Milgram has changed. And in the aftermath, Kotoko has attacked people too… From how I remember you, I would have expected you to feel uneasier than this.

M: Huh? But that has nothing to do with me.

E: What?

M: The ones who are suffering are the ones who have done bad things, right? You know, like, what goes around comes around.

E: …

M: Besides, Kotoko hurt and was mean to the people who didn’t get forgiven by you, right?

E: …Yeah.

M: Wouldn’t it be weird for me to have any thoughts on that, then? After all, I didn’t do anything wrong. You forgave me!

E: …

M: Eh? Is something wrong? Those who didn’t get forgiven by you must be bad people, if you ask me! I believe in you, Warden-san, so I’d hope you feel happy!

E: …Thanks for that.

M: See, you said you forgave me and that’s part of your job, so it’s probably right! Come on, come on, have some confidence!

E: … Speaking of which, you seem to be pretty close to Haruka.

M: …? Yeah! He’s the one I get along with best in Milgram!

E: Do you have some kind of goal with that?

M: Huh? E: Haruka’s loyalty towards you is one thing, but with this kind of relationship, I think it’s only natural to wonder if you’re using him for something.

M: Ehh… Warden-san, do you not have any friends?

E: Huh?

M: Are there any?

E: None that I could think of.

M: Wow, poor thing,.. I’ll teach you! Friends aren’t like that, you know. Rather than using each other for something, we just get along because we’re comfortable around each other. That’s all.

E: Well, I’m sorry about that.

M: Haruka-kun is really nice! He accepts anything I say, he listens to anything I tell him. For me, that’s really comfortable.

E: And that’s… “friendship”?

M: What do you mean? Of course we’re friends! Haruka-kun is happy with it, so it only has benefits for both of us!

E: I, as someone who has no friends, can’t judge, of course, but isn’t that just exploitation?

M: Exploitation…? Um, I don’t really understand, but… I do help him pick out clothes [in return], and I recently gave him a hairpin I didn’t need anymore as a hand-me-down!

E: …

M: We also have in common that we’re both people who were forgiven by you, Warden-san, so I don’t think it’s a relationship that anyone could have a problem with! E: … I already said this to Haruka, but Milgram consists of three trials, and I have only forgiven you this once. I think it’s too early to feel completely safe.

M: Eh~ You already decided to forgive me. I think it’d be uncool to be like, “Oh, actually, nevermind” now.

E: This is just how it is.

M: It’s fine already, isn’t it? You saw me, didn’t you? And from that, you decided that I haven’t done anything wrong, didn’t you?

E: Yeah, that’s right. For the first trial, that is.

M: It’s the same no matter how many times we do this. I’m me, after all. That won’t change.

E: If I keep looking from now on, will I come across something that puts you in a less positive light?

M: Eh?

E: Milgram reveals the truth through videos and music. After deciding whether to forgive you or not in the first trial, I’ll continue to dig deeper, searching for the truth inside your hearts once again.

M: …

E: For example: Things that you hid. Things that you forgot about. Things that weren’t visible through the rest of your strong feelings. Those are things that I’ll be shedding light on.

M: Hmm…

E: Or at least it might be.

M: …I don’t get it, but whatever. I haven’t done anything wrong, after all.

E: Is that so? It’s true that I’ve forgiven you once… but I remember feeling uneasy about it the whole time. Was it really right to forgive you? Aren’t you still hiding something? Things like that.

M: …Why… would you think stuff like that? That’s mean, Warden-san… You saw me, didn’t you? All the awful things that were done to me, that I couldn’t have escaped from without killing someone! I can’t believe you’re saying this to me, after I’ve gone through all of that… Warden-san, you’re mean.

E: Maybe I am. Your pain and suffering has certainly reached me. Or should I call it bullying? One-sided violence and mistreatment… I’m sure it was difficult to handle. It’s not unreasonable to come to the conclusion that murder is the only way for a weak person to get out of that. That’s exactly why I forgave you.

M: Yeah… If I hadn’t done that, I could have died some day.

E: But – are you actually that weak, Muu?

M: Huh?

E: That’s the source of my unease. Are you really that weak? Were you really getting picked on for being a weakling?

M: What do you mean?

E: How did it come to that in the first place? What was the cause? That’s what I don’t know. You could say it was conveniently omitted.

M: …

E: Even you yourself refuse to go there. Is it a topic that you don’t want to touch upon?

M: … Warden-san, I think you’re really doing something bad. Isn’t it a bad thing to act like there has to be something wrong with someone for them to get bullied?

E: Oh?

M: No matter the circumstances, it’s always the bullies who are in the wrong! Isn’t that obvious? Warden-san, you’re so smart, but you don’t even know things like that? Maybe you should take some lessons on morals or something.

E: …

M: Besides, even if I’ve done something wrong, there’s nothing that could justify bullying someone. Warden-san, I thought you were a nicer person.

E: So sorry that I’m not living up to your expectations.

M: If you’re reflecting on it, I’m willing to forgive you, though…

E: Could I ask the generous Muu to spoil me by letting me ask one more question, then?

M: What is it? If it’s a boring question, I don’t wanna.

E: Let’s say you’ve done nothing wrong—

M: Not “let’s say”! I have done nothing wrong!

E: Got it, got it. So, even though you’ve done nothing wrong – you got bullied. Why do you think that is?

M: I don’t know that! I mean, my family is rich, and my appearance stands out [in a good way], too… they probably did it out of envy or prejudice or something, right?

E: Right, right. And here I was with the theory that you were originally in the opposite position…

M: (slams her hands down)

E: …!

M: What are you saying…?

E: Just that it could also be speculated that you bullied someone and the tables turned on you.

M: Do you know what an awful thing you’re saying right now?

E: What are you getting this angry for? You’ve done nothing wrong, right?

M: Warden-san… I hate you.

E: This is just speculation. Don’t get so mad.

M: …

E: So what? Can you not give me an answer?

M: I haven’t bullied anyone. I’d never do such a mean thing! I’ve never hit anyone or poured water over anyone’s head. I wouldn’t do something like that! I’m not lying! I’m not telling you lies! I really haven’t done anything!

E: I see. I’ll take note of that.

M: … Um… um, by the way, Warden-san! I don’t know about this, but…

E: What?

M: You forgave me because I just gave my bullies their payback, right?

E: …Well… I guess so.

M: What was it called again… Revenge… Revenge? That means revenge can be [an acceptable motivator], right? And if you don’t forgive me this time, that’d mean that it’s not. If we leave aside the thing you said earlier about me maybe having bullied someone before – not that I actually did that, of course!

E: Sure.

M: So if I paid back what my bullies did to me, that would be revenge, right? And if you feel like I had no other choice than that, then don’t you have to forgive me?

E: … Uh… I’m not really sure what you’re trying to say…

M: You see, if you think that me bullying someone back after being bullied is the natural course of events, then wouldn’t it be bad to bully me back again in return?

E: …

M: But if you were like, “I won’t forgive you, Muu! Revenge is bad!,” then wouldn’t that imply that it’s also bad for me to bully someone back after they bullied me? Since we’ve all done something bad anyway, doesn’t that mean that I’ve not done anything wrong in the end?

E: …I think I’m kinda… starting to get your point… maybe…

M: … Warden-san, are you maybe not that intelligent, after all…?

E: Well, sorry about that.

M: Well, I guess it’s to be expected. You talk to a rabbit, after all. (giggles) Either way, you’ve understood that I haven’t done anything wrong, so it’s okay!

E: I sure have understood that talking to you isn’t getting me anywhere. But I guess since you made this explanation, I’ll take it into consideration.

M: Ah, but if you don’t forgive me, Haruka-kun will die, so I think it’d be best to not do that.

E: …!

(bell rings, machinery whirrs)

E: So you’ve heard about that nonsense too?

M: Yeah. Haruka-kun told me. So I could rest easy, according to him. That made me happy… It made me really feel our friendship!

E: You know about it and you’re not trying to stop him? Haruka, that is?

M: Why would I? Haruka-kun says he wants to do it, so there’s nothing I can do, right?

E: But you’re calling him your friend.

M: Isn’t it exactly because he’s my friend? Isn’t friendship about letting your friends do the things they want? … Are you about to tell me “that’s not what friendship is”? Then what is friendship? You’re together because it’s beneficial for everyone involved, aren’t you?

E: I don’t think Haruka is benefitting from that at all.

M: No way… It’s not like you could know what’s good for him.

E: …You sure are tough to beat.

M: I really don’t understand what you’re trying to say, Warden-san. It’s Haruka-kun’s personal freedom to decide what he wants to do, and I’m not doing anything wrong. It’s not like I’ve asked him to do it!

E: I see. That’s how it is, huh. You don’t say anything; just because you’re present, your surroundings’ wishes change to benefit you— Oh, so that’s it. Like a born queen. No, it’s like you’re influencing your surroundings not with words, but with pheromones… Just like a queen bee.

M: Pheromones…? I’m not sure what you’re talking about, but I don’t like that lewd-sounding stuff…

E: That’s not the nuance I was talking about.

M: Either way, there’s people who deserve to be unforgiven more than I do, so I think you should focus your efforts on them instead. Like, Kotoko-san has done something bad, for example. Ah, but what she did was approved by you, wasn’t it?

E: …You’re making my blood boil.

M: Anyway… I think you would do good to forgive me. Then Haruka-kun will be safe too. Ah, actually, couldn’t you just forgive everyone? Then Kotoko-san won’t run amok, and you won’t have to think about all the difficult stuff.

E: That is… a very attractive proposal.

M: Right? (giggles)

E: Abandoning all the thinking… How nice it would be if I could just do that.

M: … If you ask me, I don’t really get why you don’t do it…

E: Because this is the role I’m playing.

M: But the role was given to you, wasn’t it? You didn’t end up doing this because you wanted to, right? It’s not a dream you’ve had for a long time or anything, right, Warden-san? So there’s no need to let it tie you down. Couldn’t you just quit?

E: What are you…

M: Warden-san, we call you “Warden” because that’s what you are, right? I was assigned to be a prisoner, but that doesn’t mean my heart will become just that of a “prisoner” too. After all, I’m still me.

E: …!

M: Warden-san, are you okay? Are you feeling sick again?

E: (heavy breathing)

M: That’s because you keep thinking too much about difficult things. Just stop. Being the Warden, that is.

E: … Just— shut up, already! Prisoner no.4, Muu! Sing your sins!

#milgram #milgram music videos #muu kusunoki #milgram muu #milgram es #translation #fan translation #audio drama #the links might not work for the americans yet if you're here early bc it only comes out at midnight but. y'know #this sure is. yeah. (deep breath) yeah.#please forgive me if I messed up on the revenge-related mental gymnastics lmao my brain is not big enough for this

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darkwolf989 · 26 days

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Outside The Office Part Nineteen

Hi all,

Some voted for an exploration scene between reader and Val, so here it is! I have to say, it was fun to write and for sure helps solidify their relationship. If anyone has any suggestions for things they should explore together, please feel free to DM me or leave a comment!

Mature content warning! As always, thoughts, comments and feedback are appreciated!

I felt myself shiver at his words. I watched him drape the stethoscope around his neck and he pressed his lips against mine. Butterflies fluttered. Just the sight of him wearing it, another position of dominance, had me dripping. God, he could listen to whatever he wanted if it meant putting me in that submissive role. Why was this such a turn on? I wrapped my arms around him, the fire ignited in my belly. Questions. I needed to ask them.

“I need a little more information about this one, Val.” I said as I reached up and touched the stethoscope around his neck. His grin gave away just how pleased he was that I was asking. A desire to learn myself with him as my partner.

“It’s called cardiophilia, my princessa. Quite simply, it's when a person is in love with the sound, sight or…” he paused and pressed his hand against my chest, “feeling of the heart- more specifically, the heartbeat.” He ran his hands up my neck and pressed over the pulse point, “oftentimes, it’s combined with a love for feeling the blood rushing through the veins or arteries, but not always.” His fingers pressed ever so slightly harder and his grin widened. “More questions?”

I shivered at his touch, certain he could feel my heartbeat speeding up. “Is it…just heartbeats that turn some people on?”

I honestly didn’t think he could look anymore thrilled and he pulled his hand from my throat, sliding his hand down my side, all the way to my belly. He pressed my stomach gently as he leaned in closer to me.

“No, princessa. It isn’t. It falls under a much wider umbrella. An auscultation kink- when one enjoys the sounds a body makes. Your belly rumbling, for example.” He kissed down my neck again and paused. “I wonder, my princessa, by how often you cling to me and bury your face into my body if this is a kink of yours?” His lips pressed against my neck again and held in place, just at the pulse point.

I swallowed.

“There is a kink for swallowing too, mi amore,” he breathed. “But let’s explore one at a time, shall we?” With a firm movement, he pulled me upright into his lap. I wrapped one arm around him for balance and leaned into him. He took the stethoscope from around his neck and placed it in my ears. His hand covered mine and he guided the stethoscope to his chest, holding my hand in place.

I felt his hardness underneath me as I listened to the frantic beating of his heart. The feeling of security, of safety, of what Valentino offered coupled with the sound left me squirming in his lap. With his other hand, he reached down, his fingers found my clit. He toyed with me, gentle motions until I came around his fingers to the steady thumping in his chest.

He gently removed his hand from mine and took the stethoscope from my ears. He draped it back around his neck as he shifted me so that my head was against his chest. I struggled to catch my breath for a moment, and his fingers fell against my neck, again finding that pulse point. I could feel his cock twitch under me and I waited for him to speak.

“I enjoy both feelings and listening to the inner workings of your body, mi amor,” he said softly as he held me. “To feel the rise and fall of your chest against mine, the frantic beating of your heart after I make you come. The sounds your body makes that prove to me you’re alive.” His hand pressed against my chest and slowly slid down to my belly. He laid back and cradled me to him, toying with the stethoscope, almost hesitantly. “Tell me your thoughts, princessa.”

“I feel safe in your arms and when I hear your heartbeat Val I know that you’ll protect me. I think that turns me on more than the actual sounds. The position of power you have over me, and sort of the doctor thing, but Val…” I intertwined my fingers with his. “If it turns you on to hear my heartbeat, or my belly grumbling, or the feeling of my chest moving, my body is yours to explore.” I leaned up and kissed just under his chin as I reached down and rubbed my hand against his cock. “I mean it, Val. My pleasure is just as important as yours. I know you’ve seen it all in your studio, but I want to explore these kinks together, and find what feels good for both of us.”

He groaned as I toyed with him, and allowed me to do so for a few moments before he sat up and rolled over so that I was pinned under him. He reached as if to grab my wrists but pulled back at the sight of the bruises. His face reddened and for a moment, I thought he was going to pull away.

“Val, my neck, my chest, my belly,” I pleaded under him, “my body is full of…”

He pressed his lips to mine, effectively cutting me off. One hand fell lightly to my throat and I felt him push into me. I left out a soft moan.

“I want to fill you up until your belly swells, princessa,” he groaned softly. “Hard and round under me. Listen to your heart beat frantically as you try to manage the pain and pleasure that comes as I exert that control over you. And there are so many fucking ways to do it. A tummy filled to bursting with toys…air, water, cum…” he paused for the briefest of moments and his hips thrusted quicker against me and he pressed his thumb deeper into my neck, “my babies…fuck the idea of your tummy swollen with my….fuck!”

I felt him spasm deep inside and let out a soft moan of my own. Valentino’s babies? My stomach round? I had never given it a thought, but god he was right- that was a turn on. He held himself inside me until he was completely spent, and slowly pulled out, laying next to me.

“Fuck,” he panted softly. “Fuck.”

I reached over and pulled him to me as I guided his head to my chest. His breathing was quick as he tried to catch his breath. His hand fell to my abdomen and he gently rubbed my belly as he closed his eyes. Under the weight of his head, I could feel my own heart thundering.

“Did you mean that Val?” I asked after a few moments of nothing but the sound of thundering hearts and quick breaths.

“I meant everything I said,” he answered, exhaustion in his voice. And then, something else crept into his tone. Vulnerability. “Please don’t let that frighten you. I would never…”

I pressed a finger to his lips and he fell silent.

“Do you mean my actual stomach or do you mean my…”

“Both, princessa,” he replied tiredly. He pressed his head harder against my chest. “We can talk about the stomach kinks another night, but to the other you need to know I mean what I said. And I’ve never thought about having kids before, but just the idea of you carrying them in your belly makes me absolutely feral.” He exhaled slowly, his voice starting to fade as he drifted to sleep. “If I’m being honest,” he mumbled, “just the thought of making your belly round turns me the fuck on, almost as much as laying here listening to your heart does. If I wasn’t so spent I would…”

He went silent, his breathing slowed and evened. I wrapped my arms around him and settled back against the pillows. His words left me both curious and intrigued. A rounded belly. Frantic heartbeats. Valentino’s babies. My own exhaustion swept over me, and with him cradled in my arms, I allowed myself to succumb to sleep.

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romanarose · 6 months

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Hannukah Prompt List

Hi! I wanted to create a little prompt list for Hanukkah fics to offer a religious alternative to Christmas or non-religious prompts for this season.

This can be for any fandom, but I'm mostly Oscar Isaac/Pedro Pascal and Oscar has played several Jewish characters, so I wanted to promote this aspect.

This is open for everyone, regardless of Jewishness. If you'd like to contribute to the visibility of Jewishness in characters like Moon Knight or write a Jewish reader to make your Jewish readers feel seen, I encourage it!

If you have questions about anything, feel free to come into my DM's or my asks.

Some are religious, some are nonreligious but secularly Jewish.

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Ugly Hanukkah Sweaters

Lighting Hanukkah Candles

Making Latkes

Trying to find Hanukkah decorations amongst a slew of Christmas decorations. (This is hard lol)

Adam Sandler's Chanukkah song

Holiday Armidillo from Friends (RIP Matthew Perry)

Lemony Snickett's "The Latke Who Couldn't Stop Screaming"

Trying to find seasonal things that aren't Christmas items, like snowflake decorations.

Telling the story of Hanukkah to a child

Getting jelly donuts

Seeing snow for the first time

Asking questions about Hanukkah or Jewish traditions.

Refusing to do a non-Jewish religious activity that makes someone uncomfortable.

Being snowed in and unable to attend services/family event

Please do not write Jewish characters doing Christian things if you aren't Jewish. Many Jews do things like attend Christmas services with family, sing Christmas songs, have a Christmas tree ETC, but those are very personal and individual choices. I'm not going to tell anyone what's wrong and what's right for any one person or family, but they are choices for Jew's to make, not non-Jews.

Also, please if you write Jewish blorbo and non jewish reader, please say so. If I'm reading a Hanukkah themed fic and Steven Grant is answering readers questions about Hanukah, it's going to take me out of the scene unless I know ahead of time the reader is non-jewish. Don't just assume your reader isn't jewish. Likewise, if your reader is Jewish, please label it Jewish!reader.

Will be adding more as I think of it, so feel free to comment or reblog with ideas!

If you use an idea, you totally don’t have to tag me but if you I’ll reblog it, wether it’s a fandom I read for not!

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strawberrysands · 8 months

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Secret Love - Spencer Reid pt.1

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word count: 1,5k exactly lol

Warnings: Ususal criminal minds gore, talk of anxiety and panic attack

Summary of whole series: Reader joined the BAU not because she wanted to, but because she was forced to. For the sake of her younger brother, she has to lie to the best profilers in the world. How long can she keep this up?

If you ever need someone to talk to, feel free to do so with me. My dm's are always open :)

“We have a case." Hotch announced over the bullpen.

About a month ago, you had joined the BAU. And that month had been one of the most incredible ones of your life. If you could forget the fact that your little brother's life was on the line if you didn't do what was expected of you.

Before the FBI, you had worked at the CIA for roughly seven years at the department against sex crimes. Your supervisor, a woman named Anne Miller, had for some reason a huge interest in the BAU. She wanted to know EVERYTHING about everyone who worked there. Because you worked in your department the longest, she knew you and how to manipulate you the best.

"I have an offer." She had said about two months ago.

"An offer?" You had inquired, not sure where it would go.

"Come with me." Anne had guided you to an interrogation room, locking the door behind you.

"You're getting a transfer. To the FBI." She had stated. You had looked at her sheepishly, confused as to why the hell you got a transfer without you or anyone else requesting it.

"Why?" You had wanted to know.

"You don't ask questions." She had said sternly, suddenly being a completely different person than the woman you had gotten to know. Now it really seemed like she was interrogating you.

"You're going to the BAU." She had continued, "And you're going to find out EVERYTHING about everyone there. I want to know where they live, what their favorite food is, everything. Most importantly, I want you to get into Aaron Hotchner's life. His wife was killed not too long ago, and there are still suspicions around Hotchner killing Foyet. I want you to get to the bottom of it."

"Why would I do that?" You had said, not caring about what she said before. Then, something happened that you never could have imagined. Anne Miller, a gentle and caring woman, or so she seemed, slapped you right across the face.

"Was I not clear?" She'd hissed while you held your cheek in shock. "You don't ask questions. Besides, this little guy's life is on the line. Is that no reason enough?"

She had slid you a picture of you and your little brother, Tommy. You couldn't help it; a single tear slid down your face.

"What?" You had whispered, astonished. "Please, don't hurt him." You pleaded with her.

"I won't." She had said coldly. "As long as you do exactly as I say."

"Why are you doing this? What happened to you?" Your voice trembled, daring to ask a question.

"The 'why' is none of your business. Now, you transfer in a month to Virginia. I'd say, spend your free time with Tommy. Virginia is a long way from Georgia, and if you don't do as I asked, well..." She ripped the picture in half, sending a clear enough message of what would happen.

You got up from your desk and headed to the conference room where Garcia had already put up pictures of the bodies.

"3 women were found dead in Atlanta, Georgia." Garcia started.

"Looks like just any murder to me. Why'd they call in the BAU?" Derek asked.

"Because," Garcia continued, turning away from the board, and clicking her remote, "they were missing their eyes."

Even though the pictures were horrifying, there was some sort of order to it.

"Looks like the eyes are surgically removed, not just ripped out." You remarked.

"So does he have anatomical knowledge?" Prentiss wondered out loud.

"You know, 'no eyes' represents privacy, anonymity, and visual censorship. It suggests the idea that one can remain hidden or unidentified." Reid said, making you smile at his wits.

"So, he wants his victims to remain unidentified?" Rossi wondered.

"Or more literally; he just doesn't want his victims to see." JJ remarked.

"See what? Getting killed? Most sexual sadists get off on the victim witnessing their torture." You countered, and now it was Reid's turn to be impressed.

"Or he felt remorse. Maybe he took their eyes out after the kill because they saw their torture." Morgan added.

"There isn't really any sign of torture other than their eyes though..." Prentiss stated the obvious.

"Alright, looks like we're going to Georgia. Wheels up in thirty." Hotch said.

"You ready?" Derek asked you back at the bullpen.

"For what?" You asked, confused.

"Your first case."

You frowned. "This isn't the first case I've done since I'm here."

"Yeah sure, but it's the first one out of state. You know, with the jet and all."

You smiled. "Yeah, I'm not a bad flyer." That was a straight lie through your teeth. You hated flying; you were terrified of it.

"Good. It can get bumpy sometimes." Morgan said with a toothy grin.

You chuckled uncomfortably and noticed Reid frown at you, and he came towards you.

"It's okay to not like flying, you know." He said with a comforting smile.

"Oh, I know. I get nauseous sometimes, that's all." You said, and he seemed to believe your lie.

"I'm sure you'll be fine." He said, placing a hand on your lower back for a few seconds before leaving to get his go-bag.

You stood there frozen for a few seconds with a giddy smile on your face. The place his hand had been just a few seconds earlier felt like it was on fire.

What you didn't notice however, was JJ and Emily stood a few meters away, grinning stupidly at the little interaction.

On the way to the plane though, you couldn't help but let one of your nervous ticks shine through. Your leg started bouncing in the car, no matter how hard you tried to stop it.

Spencer noticed since he was sitting right next to you and placed his hand on your thigh.

"You okay?" He whispered, and your leg immediately stilled. The warmth of his hand was enough to make your insides melt.

You shrugged. "Of course."

He gave your thigh one last squeeze before retracting his hand, almost making you pout.

"Alright Garcia, what do you have?" JJ asked through the webcam on the plane. You felt uneasy and tried to focus on the case to make it go away.

"The three women were all from central Atlanta, all in their 30s to 40s, and all married. They also had at least one child each." Garcia said.

"So, marriage and children are the only similarity? Nothing in their jobs, hobbies...?" Rossi wondered.

"Well, apart from their similar looks, nada nopes, my loves." She replied.

"Alright. JJ, I want you and Dave to come with me to set up at the field office in Atlanta." Hotch announced. "Prentiss and Morgan, I want you to go to the crime scene. Reid, you, and Y/l/n go to the coroner. See if there's anything they missed."

Everyone agreed to their jobs and settled in to try and get some rest before the plane landed. You, however, felt your flight anxiety bubble up again.

"I'm going to the bathroom." You announced, wobbly on your feet. You don't quite remember walking to the bathroom; suddenly you were sat on the floor of the bathroom breathing heavily. Everything suddenly just came down on you; the stupid plane, the case, and most of all, the danger your brother was in. Tears started sliding down your face as you covered your mouth with your hands to minimize the sounds you were making.

"Y/n?" You heard softly outside the door. Spencer. Fuck. What the hell were you supposed to do? You couldn't focus anymore; the walls were closing in on you. Suddenly, you saw Spencer's face in front of you. You saw his lips move but couldn't make out what he was saying. All you knew was that you were gasping for air and that it didn't seem to come to you.

"Breathe, y/n, breathe. You're okay. I've got you." He kept saying.

"In through your nose, out through your mouth. Wanna do it together?" He offered. And as stupid as it may have looked, you nodded and did the breathing exercise with him. Slowly, your vision started to turn normal again and you could see Spencer in front of you. His caramel eyes had something soothing.

"There you go. Welcome back." He said kindly. "Is it okay if I touch you?"

"Yeah." You breathed, letting out a sob.

He took your hands in his and slowly started rubbing circles with his fingers.

"Wanna talk about it?" He offered, but you immediately shook your head.

"That's okay." He smiled. "Don't worry about the team. They don't know what's going on." You sighed, another worry less. You wiped your tears of your face and hoped you looked half decent.

"Do I look okay to go back?" You asked.

"You look perfect." He said smoothly and your heart fluttered.

"Come on." He stood up and offered you his hand to pull you up. "We're about to land."

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