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[hazelnutsforellie]

pose for me | e. williams ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

PAIRING— ellie williams x afab!reader

SUMMARY— ellie finds a polaroid camera while on patrol and asks you to model for her.

WARNINGS— smut [18+], language, taking nude photos, established relationship, fluff, implied consent, pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc.), top!ellie, bottom!reader, multi-orgasm [2], nipple play, praise, dirty talk, fingering (r rec), oral (r rec), face riding, the works, just ellie wanting to please reader, not proofread.

WC— 2.8k

AUTHOR'S NOTE— i'm not sure if anyone has already come up with this idea but i couldn't hold myself back. there's not much build-up but i tried to make it lengthy xx enjoy!

Despite finally having an off day from patrol, you couldn't help but miss it. Not patrol itself, but being with your girlfriend, Ellie. Sure, you enjoy time away from each other every now and then, but you had to admit that you were dependent on Ellie's company.

You seemed to have lost track of time, your head spinning in the direction of Ellie's door when you heard the knob squeak. It was louder than the music you had playing in the background, startling you as you sat on her bed, drawing in your sketchpad. You had your own place, but most of your nights were spent in Ellie's makeshift home in Joel's backyard.

"Hey," you warmly greeted the auburn as she made her way inside, closing the door behind her. You noticed a peculiar glint in her eyes, a gentle smirk playing on her enticing lips. "What's that look for?"

"I have a surprise," Ellie hinted, not fully explaining herself. You hummed, your eyes narrowing at her in curiosity as she pulled her backpack off her shoulders, tossing it onto the bed beside you. You folded your sketchpad closed, tossing it on the bed on your other side, along with your pencil.

"Go on," you smiled, your hands folding in your lap. Ellie thought you were so cute, so innocent. Ellie pulled her jacket off, tossing it on her desk chair before standing in front of you, her knees hitting the bed. She leaned in with her eyes closed, expecting you to reciprocate her greetings kiss, to which you did. "You're killing me now, spit it out."

Ellie leaned over to unzip her backpack and moved it to the floor after pulling out an old polaroid camera. Your eyebrows raised at the object, knowing of polaroid cameras but never seeing one before.

"Found this while scavenging a house," she explained, examining the front of it. "I'm sure its owner won't mind."

You playfully rolled your eyes at Ellie's humor, smiling, "That's quite a find. Does it work?"

"It does, actually. I took a picture of Jesse. Look," Ellie pulled a polaroid picture of Jesse out of her back pocket, angling it so you both could see it. He was clearly caught off guard, looking confused as hell. You stifled a laugh, which made Ellie roll her eyes before tossing the picture to the side. "Anyway... I was wondering..."

Ellie would be lying if she said she didn't have rather indecent thoughts her entire way back from patrol after finding the camera. Immediately, in her nature, she thought of you, which then further progressed into... rather mature thoughts.

"Wondering..." you trailed off to mock her, but she ignored you to gather her words. She wasn't sure how to ask you, let alone bring up that she wants to take provocative pictures of you for her to keep.

"Pose for me," she said nonchalantly, shifting her weight onto her right heel as she eyed your form. She took in your appearance, admiring your loose sweatpants and white wifebeater tank. She could see your hardened nipples piercing against your tank, which only made her want to say fuck it to the camera.

You were slightly caught off guard, having expected her to ask you a question, but it was more of a suggestion.

"Pose? Or... pose?" you inquired, unable to hold back a teasing smile, which Ellie returned. You both quickly reached the same page, your eyes locking with hers as your thumbs hooked beneath the waistband of your sweatpants to ease them off your form.

Ellie's gaze was solid, her eyes blowing with excitement as she watched you tease her. She was surprised that you were so willing, but then again, you would do anything she asked and she knew that. She wouldn't ask you to do anything that would put you in an uncomfortable position, and that is why you had so much trust in her. You finally tossed your pants to the floor, regaining her attention.

"Want one with my shirt on?" you innocently asked, looking up at her as you rearranged your sitting position to sit on your knees. You noticed Ellie's jaw clench as her eyes danced up your thighs before finally reaching your face.

She gently gripped your chin with her thumb and index finger, pulling you in for a kiss before saying, "Who could say no to that?"

Your lips curled into a smile as Ellie took a step back, turning on the camera. She raised the camera to her face, peeking through the lens with one eye while she closed the other.

"Just like that, baby."

You obliged, continuing to sit on the back of your legs, your knees pressing against the bedding. You tilted your head to the side, slightly widening your legs apart with an innocent smile, knowing that Ellie was going to have a hard time holding herself back much longer.

Ellie took a sharp intake of breath, pressing the button on the camera. The flash illuminated her room for a split second before the polaroid was ejected from the front of the camera. She murmured, "So beautiful."

"How does it look?" you asked, placing your right hand on the bed in front of you to stabilize yourself before leaning forward.

"It won't show up just yet," Ellie explained, showing you the blank polaroid before gently placing it on her nightstand. "We'll have to wait until after."

"After what?" you asked, to which you received no answer other than Ellie's damned smile. Ellie circled the bed until she was on the other side, directly behind you. You didn't break eye contact until she was too far behind you, not wanting to break your position. The tension was thick, a known tension that was bound to be broken at any point.

As Ellie walked, her eyes trailed from your face, to your shoulders, all the way down your body until they landed on your cheeky panties. Ellie hummed in satisfaction, her finger grazing your skin before hooking onto the hem of them, dragging her finger across the thin strap.

Your breath hitched in your throat, the feeling of her finger grazing your skin causing you to clench around nothing. You knew how it was going to end, awaiting Ellie's orders.

"Bend back a little," Ellie tenderly ordered, watching as you arched your back to oblige, still using the space in front of you to stabilize yourself. Her finger released from your panties, dragging up your spine until she reached your midback, applying pressure with her hand to help you.

"Oh my god, so fucking perfect," Ellie admired to herself. You then heard the click of the button being pressed on the camera, followed by a bright flash. You smirked to yourself, knowing that Ellie was loving every second. You heard the sound of the camera and polaroid picture hitting the bed beside you, and as you tried to lean back up, you were stopped by Ellie's hand remaining on your back, firmly holding you down.

Before you could utter a word, Ellie's fingers tenderly glided down your clothed slit, a faint chuckle escaping her throat. She noticed the dampness, slowly tugging your panties to the side to expose your sticky folds.

"Seems you're enjoying this," she teased, the warmth of her fingers ghosting your slit nearly causing you to gasp. "Maybe even a little more than me."

You couldn't try to deny it, even if you wanted to. How could you possibly remain calm when your girlfriend practically admitted to you that she wanted such photos, let alone wanted to take them herself? The way Ellie looks at you, at all of you, it drives you mad. In a good way.

"Fuck," You whimpered, ducking your head down. Any touch from your girlfriend would have you melting between her fingers.

"You want me to touch you, sweetheart?" Ellie purred from behind you, and you had to hold yourself back from frantically begging for it. A waft of cool air brushed against your sensitive bundle of nerves, pulling a gasp from your lips.

"Yes," You nearly whined, your itch for her touch causing you to be impatient. Ellie smirked to herself, pulling your panties off your lower half. You felt the tip of her fingers glide down between your folds before slowly sinking them into you, leading you to let out a soft moan from the contact. Her other hand was still firmly placed on your lower back, now using it to her advantage to hold you down against her hand.

"Fuck," Ellie drew out a groan, feeling your warmth hugging around her fingers perfectly. The way her fingers slid in with ease led her to instantly curl them, unable to hold herself back. The sounds of your slick were not helping either, causing Ellie's jaw to hang slightly agape, heavy breaths falling from her lips. Her fingers curling inside you pulled another moan loud from you, and at this point, you looked pitiful.

Ellie had barely touched you, and to see you so eager was making it difficult for her to remain composed. Ellie wanted nothing other than to flip you over and take you, but she didn't want to rush your pleasure.

"Does that feel good, babe?" she cooed from behind you, earning a desperate "mhm" in response as her fingers thrusted into you at an even pace. "Yeah?"

"Yes, yes!" you answered eagerly, knowing that she would've pried out a verbal response one way or another. "Feels s-so good--"

Even though she couldn't see your face, you were very verbally responsive. Your moans grew louder as the pace of Ellie's fingers grew faster, and much harder. Ellie wanted to see you struggle a response, lightly biting her bottom lip as she watched you quiver.

"Take this off," Ellie barely uttered, pushing the back of your tank up your spine. You obliged her order, using one hand to pull it off while you used the other to continue stabilizing yourself. You threw it elsewhere, leaning down to stabilize yourself on your forearms instead, gripping the bedsheets for support.

Ellie continued to skillfully pump her fingers, your wetness coating her hand as well as her toned forearm from how vigorous her thrusts were. With her free hand, Ellie began palming your left breast and press wet kisses on your lower back, expanding up your spine as she massaged your sensitive peak.

"Just like that, just like that!" you cried, your grip on the sheets tightening to the point where your knuckles were turning white. You could feel the coil within your lower stomach beginning to tighten, knowing you were inches away from your release. Ellie knew it, too. She could tell you were close in many ways, especially by the way you frequently clenched around her fingers, sucking them in further.

"Are you close? Hm?" she purred, her lips ghosting your ear from behind you as she spoke.

"Mhm," you hummed with a nod, feeling your thighs begin to tremble. Ellie relished in the sounds of your moans growing louder and louder, nearly pornographic as her fingertips brushed your sweet spot, pushing you over the edge. "F-fuck, I'm coming!"

Your warning was Ellie's sign to continue with the same pace, watching your orgasm crash over you as you faltered against the bed, chest heaving as you clenched around her fingers subconsciously.

"That's right, baby, come for me," Ellie praised, working you through your orgasm. Once you seemed to have caught your breath, Ellie slowly pulled her fingers out of you, and you could faintly hear a pop sound come from her mouth as she sucked them clean. "So sweet."

You turned around and sat up, finally facing Ellie as your legs continued to shake. Your eyes met hers, noticing her eyes were dark and blown with lust. Her lips were slightly wet from previously sucking her fingers, small beads of sweat trailing down her temples.

You reached out for her with your hand, batting your lashes the way she likes it. Cute and innocent, only for her.

"Your turn," you said, knowing that it was a known practice for Ellie to go after you. What surprised you, though, was that Ellie merely shook her head, kicking her boots off so she could join you on the bed.

"No, I'm not done," she said, climbing onto the bed to lay on her side of it. She reached toward you, grabbing your waist. "Sit on my face."

"Wha-- Ellie," you attempted to protest, her hands gripping your thighs to pull you toward her. Not that you would turn down such an offer, you just didn't want to skip her turn. Because of this, your words were contradictory to your actions as you followed her movements, allowing her to move you onto her lap.

"I just want to make you feel good, sweetheart," Ellie convinced you, her fingers delicately grazing your jaw as she cupped your cheek. "Is that okay?"

You nodded, melting under her stare once again. Ellie leaned in to capture your lips with hers, exchanging a wet kiss before she laid down and began pulling on your thighs, urging you toward her face.

Ellie didn't waste any time dipping her tongue between your folds, gathering your fluids before you could fully rest against her face. Her arms tightly wrapped around the top of your thighs, pulling them down to give herself more access, if it were even possible.

"Oh f-fuck!" you cried, your hands flying to grip her white headboard to hold yourself up. Ellie smiled against your skin, swirling her tongue against your sensitive hole once more before dragging her tongue up to your swollen clit, closing her lips to gently suck. Her eyes never left your face, watching it contort in pleasure.

"Shit, baby," you moaned, your left hand flying to her auburn locks while the other remained on the headboard. Before you knew it, you felt another orgasm quickly approaching. The overstimulation seemed to only enhance what you were feeling mere minutes prior.

Ellie continued to suckle on your bundle of nerves, coating it in her saliva as her fingernails dug into your thighs, holding you against her. She could feel you beginning to tremble again, dipping her tongue back between your folds.

You tipped your head back, not having a care in the world for how loud you were being. Ellie didn't care either, in fact, she loved it. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the polaroid camera, a sly smile spreading across your agape lips.

As you continued to ride her mouth, you let go of Ellie's hair and leaned over to grab the camera, holding it up to your face to take a picture of her. You peered into the viewfinder, seeing her looking right into the lens, her mouth visibly attached to your core. All you could see was your lower stomach and her face from the nose up, followed by a flash after you snapped the picture.

Ellie's eye contact was edging you toward the edge, along with her moans against your core that sent vibrations up your spine. You knew you weren't going to last much longer, still using her headboard as leverage as you grinded your hips forward, feeling Ellie's nose ghost your clit with each thrust.

"I-I'm gonna come," you whimpered, staring down at your girlfriend while she absolutely devoured every drop you could spare. In Ellie's eyes, you were nothing less than captivating... legs trembling, pitiful moans, desperately forcing yourself onto her to reach your release.

Ellie didn't need a warning, fully knowing that you were seconds away from your second orgasm. Knowing this, she began giving all of her attention to your swollen clit, softly suckling on it.

"Oh, oh, oh-- fuck!"

A loud string of moans fell from your lips as your second orgasm crashed into you, your thighs tightening around Ellie's face. Ellie loudly moaned against your clit, the vibrations causing you to tremble even more. Ellie refused to waste a drop, lapping at your hole as you came down from your high.

You used the headboard and the pillow beneath Ellie's head as leverage to shift from her face to her lap, leaning down to capture her lips into a passionate kiss. Her lips, cheeks, and chin were glistening from her saliva and your fluids, and you attempted to speak, but nothing came.

"Tired?" Ellie smiled, her hands finding your waist to roll you onto your side of the bed as gentle as possible.

You nodded in response, your lashes fluttering rapidly as you tried to keep your eyes open. Two orgasms on top of your exhaustion only pushed you closer to a slumber.

"Come here," Ellie softly murmured, arms open and inviting. You tucked your back into Ellie's chest, holding her hand after she wrapped her arm around your waist.

"What about your turn?" you asked, your voice growing quieter the more you spoke. Ellie softly smiled against your ear, pressing a gentle peck on the shell of it.

"Another time."

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[alltheselittlethingsxox]

So I've been spending my time making JJ and Pope collage image/backgrounds because they are a real thing, and it was not coerced into being what it is. Because it just WAS. From the start. Think otherwise? Please. Do me a favor, pull up season one's very first episode, and just watch the first five minutes. Afterwards, come back here and try explaining to me how that ain't G A Y? 'Cause...I see absolutely no reasoning of it. I thought I'd share one but also I wanted to reach out because I am genuinely struggling with the fact that Pate is giving the toxic divide of JJ and Kiara to those who have attacked, still attack, and will continue to attack Rudy, Madison, and their girls but because of the amount of backlash that's being given over this very real issue, and how Rudy and Madison are so clearly feeling that they need to take extra-extra precaution to the length that they aren't even comfortable to stand together for even a group photo? Be in the same interview, that he's not going to be able to just ignore that and, ultimately, will decide it's best to not explore the duo furthering out in season four and so forth. In which this be the case, he would have to undo the whole couple thing entirely (if they become official before the end of season three? which honestly realistically I couldn't see cause he said something about it being a slowburn, so? A slowburn to me is a couple seasons. Not eight episodes, and by the tenth, they're together-together....

So, it'd be an easy rewrite, overwrite, whatever-write to make if this is so. The question just is:

WILL HE OR WON'T HE?

Is there anyone out there with their own opinion on this? Do you think he'd continue to force it, or would he cut the idea entirely for the sake of the actors, and the actors REAL lives? Because as much as I want and keep thinking he might, I also know how freakin' selfish and greedy douchebags like him can be. Frankly, it's giving me high school throwback vibes, bad. Like triggering me bad. The fact that it's not being addressed, but is currently being condoned(the bullying will increase by the release of season three, so that's still condoning it should he overlook this)----just takes me back to the days I was bullied. And how those bullies never dealt with consequences. But instead repeatedly given a pass. Most of the time these kids were the highest grade student, football athlete, bitchy cheerleader leader, the one who played teacher's pet just to come across as a decent, wonderful human being. And that hurts. It hurts me, because I know what it's like to be attacked. To be told to kill yourself, your ugly, waste of space and knowing that Elaine and Moriah are getting these very words and way worse in the downfall disgusts the hell out of me. I will not be watching season three solely because of this. I can't. Because I know it's just going to add fuel to gasoline and it's nauseating to simply know what's to come. Let alone what's already coming after it's out there.

THIS IS NOT BECAUSE I SHIP JJ AND POPE.

I swear to god, if someone comes on here claiming I'm just being a petty fan...don't, okay? Just don't.

Because that's not what it is! I can handle it if JJ and Pope aren't going to be the show's "official" endgame. That's the point of fiction, y'all. Don't like the ending? Remake it into your own.

This is BECAUSE people are being bullied in the process of all of this, and more or less rewarded by the show giving them exactly what they were bullying for. This is because it sends the WRONG message. To people. How people should treat other people. How to act and expect to get what you ask even though they don't deserve it. And that's not okay, okay? I would LOVE for there to be actual representation in the show (what is this? a series from the sixties?) if there actually isn't...so be it. Put JJ with another girl, if you must. Why must he be with a n y o n e, though? HE'S A DAMN KID AND NOT EVERY STORY IS GOING TO END IN A LOVER'S TALE. Why is it that every character has to be involved with somebody, if just one main is? Uhm, I'm sorry but that's just not how the world works? How many friend groups are out there where one starts dating, and then a year later the second finds a possible interest, and the third one gets in a relationship three months after that first year, only for that second to also be head over heels for his now definite love interest? LIKE PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME. Is this an actual friend group experience, or? Why not, maybe just...focus on the platonic friendships you started with? Instead of this whole circle of friends dating friends, friends dating eachother, friends falling in love and living happily ever after as one whole unit? This is a big reason why I don't get into shows much, anymore. The writers always, ALWAYS, gravitate more towards the whole lovers aspect, and like...maybe it's just me but I would kind of love for a series to be centered on a group of friends who are only ever just friends----feelings for none of eachother----and that relationship aside from the rest of the storyline and then gradually add that shit in. Space it out. Don't push it all at once. THAT'S NOT HOW LIFE WORKS. If it was, why would there be so many single, lonely people out there!? It'd be nice to see something like that (sitcoms dont particularly count here) or just a show where the main characters end up with characters OUTSIDE of the original group of characters and all they ever are is friends. Family.

I won't be bitter, nor will I attack anyone to make a point, and feel justified when I get exactly what they shouldn't of. Trust me, in an alternate universe, where JJPope shippers are the cruel ones, I would be just as against the idea as I am JJ and Kiara.

Maybe because I'm human, I guess? Personally I would be too disgusted to know that even if I wasn't part of it, those who were are getting what you hoped for just as much as they did, but in such opposite extremes? It would of ruined my love for them entirely.

This is entirely coming from the bullying issue. Everybody says it's not tolerated. Yet. Do you see a damn one doing a damn thing about it!? A damn thing that tells these people that it's not right?

I needed to vent. Sorry y'all.

Anyone else out there who is also hopeful but just as doubtful, too?

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((All doNE LOOK AT MY GIRL *SOBS* Its been getting colder here where i live so i decided to draw her all warm and cozy. You can 100% probably tell where my eyes stopped working lolol

Miu would totally wear this on Drum Island.

Her pack is filled with snacks and first aid provided by papa zoro and big bro akiho))

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[vahrid]

PeggyNat

Don’t mind if I just-

*slides on in with a rant about this AU, inspired by @critter-of-habit s lovely art and the Captain Carter episode of what if*

Ok so, everything up to Winter Soldier is pretty much the same, with the exception of first avenger being captain Carter

Natasha meets Peggy on the helicarrier, and Peggy and her fight side by side in the Battle of New York (Natasha definitely doesn’t get sidetracked looked at the very buff Peggy. No sir, she’s a serious spy. Very serious.)

The Winter Soldier - In winter soldier, how Yelena ties in I think she tried to escape the red room, but they didn’t like that. So they called in their Nazi friends and were like “hey want an assassin.” And the nazis were like “sure” and so that how Yelena became Hydra, and everything after that pretty much follows Buckys story. On the bridge, Natasha is the one she recognizes, which is why she goes after her. Other than the intense gay, most of TWS is the same

I also think that Peggy visits Old!Steve and Old!Bucky because they got a happily ever after for once. She spends an entire visit talking about Natasha and they just give eachother a look.

ALSO instead of Sharon it’s just a random agent who happens to be really cool, but simply isn’t into girls.I’ll probably just create an entire character for her

Age of Ultron- *kicks Brucenat away* so- mainly the same, but with Nat and Peggy. Peggys dream is kind of like Steve’s, only it’s a mix between an old fashioned party, and one of Starks, both featuring Natasha. But mostly the same. Peggy is dubbed “Aunt” by clints kids, who find it amusing to see who can climb the highest on Peggy. (Lila currently holds the top spot, and it’s definitely not because Natasha pushed her up. No, what are you talking about.) there’s a line similar to the monsters line, except it’s about the whole “oh my god I’m an assassin who’s killed countless people”

Civil War- haha were just gonna *yeets staton kiss out the window and replaces it with peggynat.* Natasha is trying to help her sister, but Yelena is being an asshole and keeps running away. Zemo still frames Yelena for the UN meeting thing, but it’s actually Sharon because I want more evil Sharon. TFATWS gave me a taste but I want more. Peggy is of course helping her girlfriend out, Clints facepalming in the background like “here we go again, adopting another mentally unstable russian.” Wanda is trying to help since she knows about mind control, Scott has no clue what’s going on but he’s a good guy and so of course is helping. Tony- isn’t actually trying to stop them it’s more like the

“I’m sorry Nat, but I absolutely cannot let you go after your sister who’s hiding *specific location* now, i need to go into this hour long meeting with Ross and his forces, we won’t be out for awhile” and Rhodeys just face palming in the background. T’Challa is of course mad, but once he realizes what’s going on, he lets them go. (He understands helping out your little sis.) Yelena ends up going to Wakanda because she has the hydra mind control, not red room.

Natasha and Peggy, on the run from the governments of the world, decide to take down the red room. Everything’s pretty much the same except gayer and Peggy takes Yelenas place (since Yelenas recovering in Wakanda) which makes for some awkward meet the parents moments.

Infinity war plays out pretty much the same.

Then Endgmame. Haha. First off, Peggy lives in th e compound cause she’s not leaving Nat alone. Second, when Tony dies, Natasha comes back. This is a headcanon of mine. Let me explain.

The soul stone requires an exchange, a soul for a soul. When Bruce snapped, he survived. He did not pass on. Tony did not. His soul was then traded for Natashas, because it counts as “a soul for a soul.” Because Tony and Nat are bros and you will never convince me otherwise.

But anyways, Nat and Peggy are alive. Peggy chooses to give up the shield, turning the role of “Captain” over to Sam. Yelena shows up, and she helps Sam out during TFATWS instead. Evil Sharon comes on in. And so does previously mentioned agent. And of course,Yelena and Sam have Bucky and Sam energy because between Yelena “such a poser” and Sam “he mastered the art of standing heroically” Wilson, you know there’s gonna be some banter

And Peggy and Nat live happily ever after in England, happily retired and ignoring Wandas mental breakdown and the whatever the heck Sam and Yelena and Zemo are up to.

I’m really sorry for that, I just have a lot of feels about this.

If you didn’t want to read all that, here’s a recap-

Peggy and Nat are in love

They are retired

Natasha is alive

Sharon is evil

Sam and Yelena are probably making bad life choices

Tony and Nat are bros

Clint is adopting way too many Russian assassins

And everything is gay- I mean, great :)

#peggynat #AU #captain carter #i spent too many braincells on this #Oh well #what if?… #what if

[lunarrwolf]

ᵃⁿⁱᵐᵉ ᵍⁱʳˡˢ ʳᵘⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵐʸ ˡⁱᶠᵉ

background: y/n is a streamer who’s known for her soft yet chaotic ways and her love of an anime called my hero academia. she has a habit of saying dumb things when she’s up at night, and the result of one from 4am leads to her talking with a faceless persona from youtube. even with songs about cat and e-girls, he just might end up writing one about anime girls along the way.

pronouns: she/they

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(all tags will be added here prior to future chapters so ty to everyone who asks to be on the list. i can’t reply with lunarrwolf bc this is a side blog but you’ll be put on here as soon as i see the asks/comments. also please lmk if you change your user so i can update the list 🖤)

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How many times had you insisted that liking someone was unnecessary? That feelings equal to trouble? Too many to count.

There were endless days leading to dances or events where school friends did nothing but try to get you to ask someone, only to be met with disinterest and a comment about your preference of anime boys. Y/F/N was the only one who knew the deep rooted stance you held against romance of any kind, always there to be the non-date even after getting a guy of her own. When the whole thing with Corpse Husband really began, it was so easy to see how happy she was for you behind all the jokes and sarcasm.

However, here you were. Standing at one of several beaches, underneath a sky that would otherwise be shining in orange and yellow if it wasn’t for the rare appearance of gray clouds. The air became a mix of warmth and chills within a matter of minutes when arriving there; it matched the temperature by the shore almost perfectly. You could barely see when the rain impacted the ocean as small waves rolled your way, stopping inches past the edge.

“Your hair could not look any worse right now. You know you turn into a sheep when the humidity changes, right?”

You didn’t even need to turn around to know who was behind you. You may have shared locations with Y/F/N for safety reasons but she wasn’t the one the group trusted enough to text you. You gathered that they likely wanted someone who wouldn’t go batshit before making you go back. [Eye Color] met hazel, and a frown etched its way onto your face. “Don’t be mean, I’m sad. See?” You retorted, pointing at the lack of a smile.

He rolled his eyes, but nonetheless didn’t hesitate to take the necessary steps in order to be just inches away. It was a stare down that would have lasted minutes if it weren’t for the simple fact of a dying phone, an evening that was turning into night, and clouds that didn’t seem like they were going away any time soon. The streamer wasn’t kidding—the rare Los Angeles rain really was no joke. Regardless of the unfortunate time of day and low battery, Ludwig Ahgren waited with outstretched arms with the most serious face you’d ever seen him make. “Get in these arms or we’re going to have a real problem.”

You blinked, debating on whether to accept the offered hug or carry on ignoring as much as possible just enough to seem okay. Although the more you contemplated the situation at hand, the more strain came from your eyes. You could see the slight change in expression when your friend finally noticed the fatigued sadness, and that sympathy alone made it all burst.

In seconds you were holding onto this young man with so much force he cracked a joke about breaking his back; he didn’t expect a response, though. Instead he listened to the person he had a crush on in the past cry about how stupid they felt. Who in the hell would get so attached to someone so quickly? Who would go so far as to distance themselves from their friends solely because of one post from a guy who they have only been with for barely a month? All the insecurities from middle school and high school rose to the surface within minutes, each one somehow being told in a more monotone voice than the last. Ludwig may not have had—what he saw as—the privilege of calling you his girlfriend but you are still one of his greatest friends, and so was the other part of the equation. It was obvious that Corpse was unaware of what was going on; there was no way it would go unmentioned to the group if he had. Everyone knew how much he liked and cared for you. Ludwig was sure that if you just talked to the man, things would be okay.

With one hand on your back and the other around your waist, he took a few steps back in order to keep at arm's length and look you in the eyes. “You need to talk to him yourself. Poki wants to do it but we all agreed we shouldn’t get involved to that extent.”

With a humorless chuckle, you took a breath and met his gaze. “I am not telling my one month boyfriend that I’m jealous of a girl he never even mentioned to me just because he asked her to play a game with him. Do you hear how ridiculous that sounds? What if I tell him and he really doesn’t want to be with me? We both have our own shit going on and spilling out my insecurities to him will probably just drive him in the opposite direction. I can’t—”

“Whoa—hey, slow down. You’re starting to spiral.. again.” He countered, earning a glare that did nothing but make him laugh a little. “You aren’t going to lose him, dumbass. Keep in mind what Bretman told you, okay? That guy talks about you so much it’s the grossest cute thing that’s ever happened in our group chats. He’s more open than before and his self confidence has grown a bit more and I’m pretty sure that’s because of you. Stop feeling sorry for yourself or thinking you’d lose him because I highly doubt you ever would. It’s a dumb reason, yeah, but is it dumber than rejecting someone because they wouldn’t watch certain anime with you?”

“I— wait.” You stopped yourself from making a proper response, the last words processing quicker than anything. “Why are you bringing that up? I already feel bad.”

Ludwig smiled at the sound of the whine, knowing that he was succeeding in making you feel better. Removing his hands from your shoulders, he shoved them in his hoodie and stood straight. “To show you that you dumped me before we even dated for such a small thing and look how close we are. So just text him and let us know how it goes before Poki goes insane and Y/F/N turns him into an actual corpse; which I don't doubt she’ll do.”

“So you don’t hate me?” You questioned, voice quiet compared to his while you followed the companion back to his car.

His eyes widened just enough for you to see the change as he stopped beside the driver side of his car. “Dude, no. You’re one of my best friends and I want you to be happy.”

“That was really fucking cute, ohmygod–”

“Shut up and get in the car.”

𝟸𝟸: 𝚒 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 (𝟸)

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#agrml masterlist #agrml #youtubers #youtuber #youtube #x reader #reader insert #social media au #smau #corpse husband #corpse social media au #corpse x reader #corpse x yn #corpse x y/n #corpse x you #corpse fanfic #corpse fic #corpse imagines

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Can we give choco to mobs? If not, you can ignore!! OCTAVINELLE AAAAAAAA PLEASE TAKE 🥰 MY HONMEI CHOCO!!! ILYSM PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME (pro to dating me: I beat up your bullies 😇)

Sweet on You.

“E-Ehhh? A-Are you sure you have the right person?!” Octa A laughed anxiously, a hand resting over his chest to still his hammering heart. “M-Me? It’s really, really for me?”

Thump, thump. thump—was it racing because of shock, or because you set his feelings aflutter?

“I-I... I don’t know what to say...” His hands trembled as he gingerly accepted your chocolates. Octa A handled the present as though it were a precious treasure, one that he simply couldn’t bear to part with. “Th-There’s so many cool guys you could have asked out... b-but you chose me instead.”

“I’m... so lucky... to have you,” he sniffed, shoulders shuddering. Tears pricked his eyes—eyes normally concealed by his seaweed green bangs, or the shadows of his face. “I-I may not be that special or outstanding... I may just be an ordinary boy that fades away into the background... but I promise!! I’ll definitely make you the happiest person in the world!”

“... B-But please don’t beat anyone up!!”

#twst #twisted wonderland #Octavinelle A-kun #twst x reader #Octavinelle A-kun x Reader #twisted wonderland interactions #Reader #self insert #sweet on you #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland requests

[phalene33]

Choptop x Kat (OC) Part 2

Nubbins is alive in well in this story btw.

Warning: Mention of sexual things

Choptop and I had a wonderful time together, and because he agreed to give me the album after I came to one of his band practices, I decided to drive him home. I was immediately greeted by Drayton who mentioned that I said I would have dinner with them. I got out of the car and walked inside with the two brothers. What I noticed first was a rather large man who nervously sat at the dinner table. His mask looked different but I shrugged it off knowing my own since of style isn't the norm either.

We had a nice dinner together, and I could tell that Choptop's twin brother was just as energetic as he was. At one point he got up and chased me around the house. What was the reason? Don't know but Drayton took care of him. After dinner I was about to leave, but I was pulled into a living room. Decorated with suspicious looking bones. Choptop told me they were from a Halloween store. I don't know how much I actually believe it, but it's the only normal reasoning they would have them.

Choptops younger brother, who I found out was named Bubba, put in a movie for us to watch. The movie was called "Tangled". "Ugh not this one again, come on Bubba does she look like the kind of girl who would want to watch this crap." Drayton grumbles off and looks over at me. "Oh my little sister Link loves this movie. I don't mind watching it with you guys." I give Bubba a reassuring smile. Drayton just groaned again and kept quiet. As the movie played Choptop would mention something about each scene. He especially liked the music bits and we both sang along together at those parts.

"R-Rapunzel should have k-killed that bitch sooner." I chuckle to myself. "Maybe you should make a parody movie so she can kill mother Gothel sooner." He looks at me and smiles. "I w-would be a very p-pretty princess." "I'd bang you whether or not you were a prince or a princess." I focus my attention back to the movie. "H-he so wants t-to fuck R-Rapunzel." I roll my eyes at his comment. "Bobby this is a children's movie." "S-so what?" I heard an auditable sigh come from Drayton. "Would ya shut up and watch the damn movie?! And stop saying such dirty things around our guest." "Oh sh-she don't care! R-Right Kat?" I just shrug and ignore them both.

For the most part Nubbins was quiet. I think it was mostly because he didn't care for the movie. But some scenes he was quiet interested in what was going on. "Th-The f-fuck boy is g-going to die! Yes! Yes! W-wait?! No! D-Don't save him!" Bubba was quiet emotionally invested in this movie which I found was cute. He would gasp whenever something intense happened and would squeal in happiness when a romantic scene was on. Speaking of romantic scenes. Chop put his arms around me when the first one came on. But after that things got too intense between us whenever Flynn and Rapunzel were doing their thing. Chop would not stop trying to kiss me. I knew this man for about 2 days and I've never met anyone who was this quick to get into a relationship. As the good girl I was I'd push him away everytime he would pull me in for a kiss. Eventually I settled on letting him kiss my cheek because I'm a people pleasure and I could tell Bubba would get happy when Chop kissed me.

After the movie I yawned and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. "Eh I'll see you guys later I better head home." I stand up about to leave but arms behind me grabbed my waist and pulled me into them. "H-Have dinner w-with us again th-this Friday. L-lets hang out t-tomorrow a-also." I nod and gave Chop my phone number and agreed to have dinner with them again.

The rest of the week Choptop would not stop calling me. Even late at night when I was trying to go to sleep. Sometimes I wouldn't be able to hear what he's talking about because he would have his radio blasting in the background. So I figured he just wanted to hang out with me. I call him up on Thursday and ask him to come over to my place to hung out. He sounded really excited. Not even 30 minutes later I could see his truck driving quickly down my driveway. No wonder the damn engine overheated.

I sigh getting up and open the door. Choptop was already at the door. "Hey Choptop, come in, we can listen to music together and talk." "O-Okay!" Choptop runs to my couch and turns on the radio that was on the nearby table. "D-Do women e-ever look at their b-boobs in the m-mirror?" I set next to him. "I don't personally nor have I seen anyone else do that." Choptop think about this for a minute then continues. "H-How many sex t-toys do you h-have?" I look at him for a second. "What? Uhh that's none of your business you.. Umm... British teeth looking ass." Choptop gives me a confused look and scratches his plate. "Wh-What do you do for fun?" "I like doing art related things such as drawing and painting. I make pin designs and I do some sculpting with air dry clay. I'll take up any artistic hobby as long as I find an interest in it." Choptop gets really excited once he heard this. "C-Could you make m-me a Iron B-Butterfly pin?!" I smile to myself. "Of course, would you like me to make you another pin?" "Y-Yes please, make one for me b-but don't tell me what it i-is, I wanna find out when I-I get it." I nod and pat him. "Alright well I'll do that for you." Choptop hugs me tightly. "Th-Thank you, a-and I'll make something for you too."

A day later Choptop showed up at my house again. He seemed to be hiding something behind his back. "Hey I finished your pins." I hand him the Iron Butterfly pin and another pin that looked tie dyed. "I-I drew you something, i-its not p-perfect but I-I worked hard on i-it."

I look at the picture and smile. "Aww I love it it's so cute, I'll hang this up on my wall in my bedroom." I hug Choptop tightly as he hugs back. "Th-Thanks, a-and don't forget y-your having d-dinner with me a-and my family tonight." I nod in understanding and take Choptop to my couch where we talk about whatever pops up in his head.

Part 2 is finally done. I'll do a part 3 if I decide I want to continue this or if someone asks for one.

#chop top #chop top sawyer #tcm 2 #texas chainsaw massacre #the texas chainsaw massacre #slasher community #slasher fandom #chop top x reader #slasher fucker #x reader

[blueprint-han]

smthng platonic w jeongin pls

*:･ﾟ✧ dorky birthday party with jeongin | fluff | 245 words | no warnings

“Okay blow the candle.”

“Y/N, th-there’s literally one candle and it’s already blown out by the wind because you wouldn’t let me pull the curtains.” Jeongin’s expression is almost offending, as through he doesn’t understand the timely tradition of making a wish over your birthday cake.

“Shush, you mood killer. You’re fucking up the vibe.” You chide him playfully, swatting at his shoulder as you gesture towards the cake. It’s a rich strawberry cake, one you've procured after countless runs to the cake shop next door and fixing a case of a weird mix-up between yours’s and another customer’s order.

“We’re sitting in an almost empty room with a cake with no lit candles, and with Snapping playing in the background. What vibes could these possibly be?” You understand the sarcasm in his tone, but you nevertheless swat his arm again, ignoring the yelp he lets out.

“Wow, you’re ungrateful.” You roll your eyes. When they meet Jeongin’s, you freeze in your position for two seconds before bursting into a fit of giggles.

“We’re such dorks.” Jeongin laughs right along, sinking into the couch.

“Well then,” You pick up the cake in your hands, holding it in front of you as you gesture Jeongin to pick up the matchbox. He lights the candle — surprisingly it doesn’t blow out because of the wind — and smiles at you, his jet black eyes sparkling under the warm light of the candle.

“A happy dorky birthday to you!”

*:･ﾟ✧ find the other blurbs here!

#hope u likethis <3 #inkidz #districtninewriters #stayverse #skzwritersclub #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #skz scenarios #stray kids scenarios #t:fluff #t:au #skz x reader #skz x you #skz x y/n

[ivedescoveredheathsjoker]

Adrenaline

L!Joker/Patrick/Eric Draven/reader

Warnings: mentions of death

Note: this wasn't edited i just wrote it and bam posted. This was an idea given to me by @whoslaughingnow-comic while talking about Eric and my two other boys.

(Not my gif)

You had been dating Eric for about 2 years when he was brutality murdered in his apartment on Devil's night.

His death hit you like nothing else had. You felt terribly lonely and missed his loveing embrace. You had a few of his belongings which he had left in your appartment the night before; his guitar, a pic and one of his shirts.

In the weeks of his absence you had turned the pic into a necklace and wore it everywhere. Eventually it became apart of you, never taking it off.

As you tried to move on, you couldn't. Everywhere you went you were reminded of him. The old club you went to to see his band play, the coffee shop where you had your first date, the record shop where you met and eneded up going to every week.

Then there was your apartment. You had everything in boxes, seeing as you were to move in together that week. Too lazy were you to take everything out, yet it hurt to see the boxes piled high.

2 months went by when you decided to move to the other side of Gotham. A nicer area, a bit farther from the dangers of the mob. You eventually settled into the area falling into a routine, enjoying the local pub, going to cafe, and working at the record shop.

One night while you were at the pub you meet a young man named Patrick Verona. He wasn't hitting on you or trying to get your attention, no. He had asked you about the band on your shirt. The two of you talked for a while about music, movies and city life. Eventually he asked you to dance while Plainsong played in the background.

You couldn't help but smile as you danced with him. How could you not? He had the biggest smile you had ever seen!

As the night drew to a close Patrick insisted on walking you home, "It's the right thing to do." All along the way you didn't stop smiling, though in the back of your mind you worried if it was a trap. Ignoring that thought you enjoyed his company until you got to your apartment. That night you gave him your number and agreed to a first date.

As you entered your apartment smiling you frowned when you saw the gutar next to the sofa. "What would Eric think?" You wondered, "would he want me to move on?" That night for the first time in 5 months you desided not to sleep with his shirt. That night you desided to move on.

After sleeping over one night Patrick asked you about the necklace.

"Is it a lucky charm?"

"Yes...and no... It was given to me by somone I loved."

"I see," he smiled and kissed you. "Did they give you the guitar too?" You nodded.

As time went by you and Patrick were a happy couple. Though the guilt of Eric hit you at times; somtimes it was the guilt of hiding him from Patrick, other times it was the guilt you felt for loving Patrick. Those were the times you would take out his shirt and hold it tight. How it still meant so much to you with almost a year having gone by.

By the aniverseray of Eric's death, you still hadn't told Patrick about Eric. You decided that you would have them meet.

You were nervous about it. "What if Pat dosent understand...what if he gets upset." It was the day before your trip when you tell him. At first he's shocked and asks you why you hadn't told him. You explain that you were afraid he would leave you,that it would scare him away. As you told Patrick more, you can't help but cry. He held you close to him, as he rubbed your back. He had lost a few people close to him as well, but he couldn't imagine losing a partner. He could hear the love as you talked about Eric. Patric could also tell that you loved him the same way.

As you went to bed Patrick held you close to him and kissed your head.

The next day you both headed to the subway, making your way towards the east side of Gotham. Once you both arrived you showed Patrick around the area where you used to live. It was so strange being there with Patrick. You were over come with emotions as you passed the boarded up apartment building Eric used to live in. You held Patrick's hand as tightly as you could, holding back tears. Once you arrive at the graveyard, Patrick tells you to go in first and have a moment alone. Greatfully, you head towards his grave only to find an empty pit and a headstone with a crow sitting upon it.

Fearfully you call out to Patrick who comes running over to you. Both staring at the grave you both stand there dumb founded. All you can hear is the quiet echo of the city and the soft piter pater of rain.

A voice in a whisper breaks the silence. "Y/n?" You heard it and turned to see Eric. Seeing you move Patrick turns to see him. The three of you stand there staring at one another for what feels like an hour.

"E-eric? Your-your dead....ho-how...?" You say as you approach him, ever so slowly. "Y/n..." He said as he quickly aproached you huging you for the first time in a year. As he sees the tears in your eyes he wipes them away.

"I don't know what I am. All I know is that I'm back here." Is the response you receive from your previous question.

You slowly break away from the hug, sadly, as you look over to Patrick. "Th-This is Patrick. He's-he's my uh, boyfriend." Patrick nods shakily walking over to you. "Nice to uh, meet you mate." He says shaking his hand.

Eric lead you both to his apartment explaining what he knows. He wants revenge on those who killed him and tore him from his love. You gave a sad smile as you walked into the scorched apartment, seeing a few salvageable items.

You were quick to pick up a polaroid of the two of you cuddleing close. Patrick couldn't help but smile at it when he looked over your shoulder. Eric smiled as well, knowing which picture you were looking at.

You lead Patrick towards a singed black sofa and sat down listening to more of what Eric had to say. He had yet to meet a man by the name of Joker. A man who played by his own rules and was stealing money from the mob. A rumor was going around that he had offered to kill Batman for the mob.

Patrick frowned, he didn't like the idea of revenge, no matter how horrible those people were. Patrick didn't like how violent vigilantes could be, and by the sounds of it, Eric was rather violent. Especially as he heard the tale of how the gangster T-Bird died.

You on the other hand agreed. You felt that justice was finnaly being served. You were glad that your Eric was being a hero and helping to remove the scum of Gotham.

Slowly the conversation went from dark to light as Eric began to ask both of you questions. Eric had originally been taken aback when he saw Patrick with you, but was starting to warm up to him seeing that he truly did love you. As Eric asked more questions Patrick did too. Both men were curious of the other, and were quickly trusting one another.

It made you smile so brightly to see them getting to know one another without any sort of malice.

As night began to approach Patrick was the one who had to tell you that you needed to head home before it got too dark. When you began to protest Eric was quick to agree with Patrick telling you that it wouldn't be the last time you saw him. Despite how badly you wanted to stay, you began to follow Patrick out and started making your way home.

Halfway you began to notice a single black crow following the two of you. When you told Patrick he smiled telling you it must be a sign from Eric, to keep the two of you safe.

Later that night when you your arrived home you found a record from his band on the counter. Neither of you knew how it got there, but you were happy to have it.

After that day the two of you often found small presents from Eric. You also would receive random visits from Eric which slowly began to fall into a routine. Though his visits slowly became became longer and longer.

Eventually he started staying with the two of you. When he wasn't hunting out the evils of Gotham, he was sleeping on the sofa, often without either of you knowing.

When Patrick finds out he suggests that he alternates nights. At first Eric opposes this idea, not wanting to leave either of you unprotected. Though he ended up agreeing to alternate with Pat to sleep in bed. On the nights Pat slept on the sofa, Eric's crow would watch over him; allowing Eric to feel at ease with his decision.

One night you and Pat awoke to a loud thud. Thinking it was Eric coming home from his work, you told Patrick to go back to sleep, and you headed towards the kitchen.

Upon entering the kitchen you can't help but laugh at the color of his hair and coat. Unlike his ussual black attire he was wearing a purple trench coat and had his hair died green. At the sound of your laughter Eric stood up from the fridge abd as he turned you stoped laughing.

The man before you was not Eric, but rather a stranger. White, black, and red grease paint covered his face making him look even more menicing. Not to mention the feirce scars that created a permanent smile, did little to keep you calm.

"Boo." Was all he said to have you running and screaming for Patrick and Eric.

Eric arrived just in time to see you running into the bedroom and to hear the laughing in the kitchen. Eric steadily headed towards the kitchen. He frowned as he saw the clown before him.

"J..."

"Now I know why you said Boo!" J said in between bursts of laughter.

"I told you not to scare them."

Patrick of course hearing all the commotion, walked in with you trembling in his arms.

"Whose this? Howd-"

"This is the one I told you about. This is Joker. He's helping me with the mob."

Patrick looked up at him. "How? I heard he was robbing banks."

"Not just any banks, koala, but the mob's banks." Joker said as his laughing finnially died down. "It's a pleasure to meet you both." He said smiling like a toddler.

Eric gave you a hug. "He's all bark and no bite around us. He won't hurt you."

He had you and Patrick return to bed while he and J stayed up and talked about the mob.

By morning the Joker was gone and you hadn't seen him until the next week, when he jumped out from behind the door and scared you.

Though as time went by you slowly began to get used to his jump scares. His vists to your apartment slowly became more frequent. Patrick, who still felt rather uneasy around him, was beginning to become used to his presence. For Patrick the clown reminded him of a crazier version of Eric.

Eric and Patrick had become rather close in the last few months. Both of whom began to get used to the idea of napping together.

Soon J followed suit, squishing Eric in the middle of the sofa.

For you, those moments were sweet, when your boys were together peacefully. No worries. No fighting. No plans. Just peace amongst them. Somthing that neither of them tended to bring to the table.

Over this time, you too, began to have a closer bond with the crazed clown. He had even began to call you Bunny, thanks to your first encounter.

With his help though, you began to learn how to throw knives, shoot guns, and build a bomb (not that it was needed). On the other hand Patrick didn't quiet agree with J on these leasons, why should anyone know how to build a bomb. Often you and Eric would break up the bickering between the two.

As more time went by the four of you began to fall into a strange relationship. One that was rather unconventional. But then again none of you were conventional.

#patrick verona x reader #joker x you #eric draven #eric draven x you #ledger joker #joker #joker film #heath ledger joker #joker x reader #10tihay #10 things i hate about you #10tihay patrick verona #the dark knight joker #the crow 1994 #the crow

[alintheshitposter]

Never Let Him Go [maggibæt oneshot]

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They had touched each other before. They had slept in one bed before. They had cuddled before.

But not like this.

(This is just fluff. Pure fluff. Nothing else. Also, Pixel has green hair but dark skin. It’s not much but i have to share it because there are not enough maggibaet fics. Sorry for any mistakes.)

Jives hadn't even noticed how he started to trace on his best friend's back with his finger. Just some slight circular movements on his shirt. He traced the contours of his shoulder blades, all the way down his spine and slowly up again. The movie that they had put on earlier quietly played in the background and filled the dark room with a soothing hum.

Pixel had laid down on his side about half an hour ago, Jives assumed that he was already asleep by now. At least he didn't complain about the light touches on his back. They had touched each other like this before, of course. They were best friends after all. But still, there was something forbidden about it, something that made Jives hold his breath, now that Pixel was unaware.

They had often slept together in one bed, too. Almost every weekend to be precise. Sometimes they were over at Pixel's house to play video games until the AM when they would eventually fall asleep on each other in front of the sofa. Or they would meet at Jives', like today, just to chill, hang out and relax. They would have some snacks, put on some music or a movie but ignore it most of the time and just talk until someone fell asleep first. They had slept together in one bed before. But still, today it felt so much more intimate.

Jives hadn't even noticed how the circular movements turned into letters.

I - L - O - V - E — He paused for a second and smiled when Pixel shifted around lightly. His white pyjama shirt had slipped up a little and revealed some dark skin of his lower back. Jives pushed a strand of green hair out of his best friend's face before starting over with the letters.

I - L - O - V - E - Y - O - U

I - L - O - V - E - Y - O - U

I - L - O - V - E - Y - O - U

Over and over again, he traced his confession on Pixel's back. It felt good, admitting it like that. Jives would have never dared to say it out loud.

I - L - O - V - E - Y - O - U - P - I - X - E - L

He traced one last time before turning away from his friend with a content, yet longing sigh. Although the movie wasn't over yet, the TV was switched off, as well as the dimmed light on Jives' bedside table.

He lay in dark silence for a while, eyes still open, not quite ready to fall asleep just yet. There was some space between them now, but he still felt Pixel's warm body next to him. Just when Jives had closed his eyes, Pixel started shifting around again. And he moved closer. And closer. And closer. And eventually, he wrapped his arms around him. His hot breath tickled on Jives' skin.

"I love you too, Jives," Pixel whispered softly, somewhere close to his ear. Jives' eyes darted open. His friend's face was hovering directly in front of his. He smiled sweetly and his cheeks were glowing. He was beautiful. The butterflies in Jives' stomach prevented him from moving or saying anything. All he could do was stare and pray that this wasn't just a dream.

"I love you," Pixel repeated quietly. Jives watched him close his eyes and lean in to kiss his lips softly. It felt unreal. Finally, Jives put up the courage to move his hand and bury it in Pixel's hair. Their lips brushed against each other repeatedly. Their hearts were beating fast and in unison.

"I love you, Jives," Pixel huffed again between two kisses. Jives smiled against his best friend's lips and moved his hand to Pixel's face. He cupped his cheek and gave it a soft stroke with his thumb.

"I love you, too," He whispered while brushing their noses and foreheads together. Pixel pressed one last kiss on his lips before resting his head on Jives' chest and cuddling into him more. They had cuddled before but not like this. Not after they had kissed. Not while they were touching each other this much. Jives sighed contentedly and wrapped his arms around Pixel. He buried his nose in his hair, it smelled good. Like chocolate, printing ink and his honey milk shampoo. But most importantly, it smelled like him.

Jives felt himself slowly drifting away. He could tell by the regular breathing tickling his neck that Pixel was already far off, too.

They would sort out things in the morning. But tonight, Jives would hold him and never let him go.

#ooh my boys q.q #maggibæt #jixel #jives junkfood #pixel hyperbyte #maggi mjói #goggi mega #lazy town #lazytown #glanni glæpur í latabæ #lazytown fanfic

[reddie-fangirl24]

hello:) may I request reddie + prompt 34 pleaase chrmdpoet. tumblr. com /post/162406220799/ 50- dialogue - prompts (this is kaspgaytozier from main blog)

NOTE: This is based on the finale of Friends. Enjoy!

Racing through the doors of the airport, Richie only had one chance. Last night when Eddie was telling him that he was going to return home with Myra, Richie just advised him to do whatever the hell he wanted. Eddie was trying to avoid leaving back into the life where he was basically a prisoner. That was the stupidest thing Richie could ever tell someone! Aside from the same old nonsense that came out of his mouth.

Having not thought this out beforehand, Richie mentally kicked himself. First off his car was most likely going to get towed for being in a place it was not supposed to be parked in. Whatever, this was important!

Following the boarding section, he knew Eddie told him, Richie shoved through people, tripping over luggage but he got right back up. He was on a mission.

Time for the hardest part. Security. This could go in two scenarios. He’d either get very lucky or he was fucked. Being fucked was the most likely of it all. To hell with it. He had to try!

“Hey, you!” A security guard ran after Richie when he noticed him shoving through the security line. Yup, this was going to end badly. Sprinting right passed the security check and barreled the woman in charge right to the ground, Richie apologized as he rushed along, staying hopeful that the plane hadn’t taken off yet.

How big was this airport? Richie never knew that Derry even had an airport. Probably because he always wanted to get out of this town as soon as he was born. After this, he was never returning. He most likely couldn’t after this fiasco.

“Stop!” A security guard ordered giving chase. He was calling for back-up over his radio. Sweat dripped off Richie’s forehead as people got out of the way. Parents pulled their children out of the way. He just nearly knocked an old man to the floor. No time for apologies. 

That was when Richie saw him. “EDDIE!”

Right when he was about to have his plane ticket scanned, Eddie turned around, this gigantic shocked expression overtaking his entire face. Myra was also surprised, shooting Richie a hateful glare. Immediately she put her hand on Eddie’s arm.

“Richie, what the hell? What are you doing here?” Eddie asked him.

Grasping his arms, Richie stared longingly into Eddie’s eyes. A hand fell on his shoulder trying to pull him away. And Myra had her beefy hand on Eddie’s arm telling him that they needed to leave right now.

“I might never get a chance to say this!” Richie panted hard, staring desperately into his best friend’s eyes.

Eddie quickly looked at Myra who sneered at him. Then, he turned back to Richie. “Say what?”

His grip tightened and Richie swallowed hard. “Eddie, I love you!”

There was an echo of murmurs and people turning their heads to catch reactions from the scene. Now all eyes were on Eddie. His eyes looked as if they were about to fall out of his sockets. It was a good thing that Richie was holding him because Eddie looked as if he were going to pass out. Poor thing. He’d been through enough already.

“Rich...” he opened his mouth.

Myra pulled him along. “Eddie, we need to go now!”

“Look, I know what you’re thinking! This is not a trick! I’ve loved you my whole life!” Richie poured out his emotions, refusing to let go of Eddie’s shoulder. The security guard’s grip had loosened a bit. “Please, don’t go!”

Opening his mouth, Eddie couldn’t find the words to speak. His eyes were wanting but he shook his head letting Myra pull him along. However, he managed to grasp Richie’s hand.

“This isn’t a good time, Richie,” he uttered, his voice wavering. “I-I have to go...”

“Eddie!” Richie desperately called after him, his eyes tearing up.

“I’m sorry. I have to go.” He let go of his hand. “Goodbye.” And he was gone.

Richie felt numb. How could he do something like this? It was just a waste. The man he loved since maybe before he was thirteen didn’t love him back. He never did. That was a ridiculous idea to think!

After the security took him to an office where he was only given a stern lecture, Richie was let go only on a warning to never return to the Derry airport. That wasn’t going to be a problem. Starting now he was never coming back to Derry ever again.

Trudging through the doors of the airport, Richie walked back to his car. Or where his car should have been. Yup, tow zone. Stomping the ground in utter exasperation, Richie screamed, falling to the curb, burying his head into his hands.

An airplane took off into the sky. That was it. The love of his life was gone. All the other Losers had someone or a dream to run back to. Yes, he had his own career where he made people laugh. He loved that. Everybody always thought that the life of a star had it all. Oh boy, were they dreamers. Richie wanted someone to make him laugh, to make him understand what love felt like. Yes, he knew. And he knew how painful it was. 

Taking out his cell phone, Richie’s heart burst. There was a voicemail. From Eddie!

Pressing a button, Richie placed the phone to his ear.

“Rich, it’s Eddie,” Eddie’s voice said into the phone. He sounded so tired, barely like his energetic self. “I’m so sorry I have to leave things that way with you. I - oh, man everything was just so hard. It was great getting to see you again, really, it was! And...” he trailed off. “... I’m glad you told me what you needed to tell me. To be honest, I knew that I had feelings for you when I was thirteen, too, and... I ignored them. I thought it was a bad thing, but it’s not. Oh, Richie, it’s not. I feel so stupid for doing that! It feels - It feels so stupid to be sitting on this plane. You taught me how to be brave, something nobody ever tried to teach me. Rich...” For a moment he didn’t say anything, muttering to himself. “God, what am I doing here? I shouldn’t be here! I-I have to get off!”

Myra’s voice came up in the background, hollering at Eddie to stay. Eddie snapped at her to let him go. And then a stewardess came into the picture ordering everyone to stop. 

“... No, I need to get off this plane right now! I have to tell-”

And then the voicemail cut off. 

Richie’s throat tightened, pressing buttons to play the message. “Eddie, did you get off the plane? Please, tell me you did! Eddie? Did you get off the plane?”

“I got off the plane!”

Turning around, there was Eddie, tears running down his face. It was like a dream.

“E-Eddie!” Richie collapsed into Eddie’s arms, hugging him tightly. He had to be careful of his injury, however. “Y-You got off the plane... for me?”

Eddie nodded. They parted, holding each other's arms. Eddie looked into his eyes, so happy. “I-I love you.”

Feeling his heart pounding and his whole body shiver, Richie smiled so big that it actually hurt his cheeks. Holding his hands out to feel Eddie’s slim arms, Richie felt them making sure that this was real. Yes, it wasn’t like in his dreams where he had no idea who he was running after. That was so unfair, forgetting about Eddie. Second chances were real.

“You got off the plane... for me...” Richie said again. His heart was still pounding.

“It wasn’t easy,” Eddie snickered. He was so giddy. Breaking the rules never felt so good.

“So-so, you’re r-really gonna do th-this?” He felt like Bill, hardly able to get a word out, feeling so excited. “We’re...”

“I’ve wanted this my whole life. Yes. Let’s not forget again!” Eddie said to him, throwing his arms around Richie’s neck. He was so short that he actually had to stand on his toes to meet Richie’s eyes.

Feeling a magnet pulling them in, the couple shared a romantic kiss that spent years in waiting. Eddie’s lips felt so soft, like a pillow. His insides electrified, heating his body. Richie placed a hand on his face, holding him gently. 

When they parted, they stared into one another’s eyes.

“Wanna come and help me bail out my car?” Richie asked him.

Eddie snickered. “Our first romantic date.”

They walked off, holding hands.

“Isn’t all your stuff on the plane?” Richie reminded Eddie.

Eddie grumbled. “Yeah, don’t remind me.”

#Reddie #Reddie Fanfiction #It Chapter 2 #Richie Tozier #Eddie Kaspbrak #myra kaspbrak #It Movie #It 2017 #it 2019 #it fanfiction #Friends

[expertspy]

RP: A Promo...with Secrets (Open)

*You’re greeted with…pitch black. Nothing seems to be here, or the camera isn’t functioning. Suddenly, footsteps can be heard through the camera, and eventually, a masked man enveloped in fog walks into view, appearing to be standing on…nothing?*

“Ah, it finally booted up. Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”

*The man’s voice sounds modulated, and slightly glitchy, constantly changing pitch and tone. A hand sprouts out from the fog, reaching towards the mask, before it gets a hold on it, and pulls it off. The fog slowly begins to dissipate, and the man is revealed to be Spy*

“Hello. Some of you probably know me by now, but for those who don’t, allow me to introduce myself. My name is…Spy. It’s not my real name, of course, but it’s the name I go by on here.”

“This is the…second promo I’ve done here. The first one fell flat, so I thought I’d spice it up with this second attempt. I hope you enjoy it.”

“Ah, right, I almost forgot. My ultimate. Well…I do have one. I’ve just never gotten a chance to tell anyone…since I’ve just recently earned it. What that is…well, I’ll tell you later. However, I have an unofficial talent with rhythm games.”

“Now, I know what you’re thinking. ‘Why is the background pitch black? This guy’s standing on nothing.’ Well…”

*suddenly, Spy’s eyes turn red*

“How about you find that out for yourself.”

*After saying that, Spy’s eyes turn back to their normal black color*

“Ah, sorry about that. Anyways, I suppose it’s time I ask for a promo. Feel free to ignore this if you don’t do those. The tags are under the cut.”

@dream-poison @ask-the-ultimatecosplayer @thezodiacwitch-speaks @cooking-with-despair @ask-a-goblin @ask-a-cool-spaceguy @ask-theshadowcyborg @asktheultimatescienceexperiment @ask-piano-baka @protag-chiaki-ask  @askrantaro-amami @ask-makoto-iguess @ask-detective-kirigiri @ask-the-ultimate-psychoanalyst @ask-your-local-gamergirl @ask-billiards-mom @ask-the-one-and-only-inventor @shsl-hopefilled-lucky-student @ask-aoiasahina + anyone who wants to join this promo train.

#let the bass kick: promo #lengthy combo: rp #i thought i'd spice up my second promo #see what happens #since i have a better grasp on how to do these

[tbasilpitch]

i love you (ain’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?)

fav trope/cliche: a friends to lovers au (they’re both normal in this)

The first time Baz sees him, it’s outside his teacher’s classroom. She’s partly blocking the doorway, and her rings clack pleasantly against the doorframe as she taps against it, all while speaking softly to the boy in front of her. Distress cries out in the wrinkle between his brows, his lips turned down slightly in a subconscious pout. 

Baz doesn’t catch what she says to make the boy nod solemnly, but his pout is replaced with a shy smile when she bends down to grasp him in a swift hug, before pulling away and turning to look at Baz instead. 

“Basil!” She exclaims, and he knows she’s about to spout one of her ideas on him. And as much as Baz loves Ms. Rosemary, sometimes even he can’t stand them. 

“Yes, Ms. Rosemary?” 

“Basil,” she brings the boy in front of her, and straightens herself off the door frame. “This is Simon Snow. He just moved here, and I think the two of you would be very good friends.” 

As it turns out, this was one of Ms. Rosemary’s better ideas, and he made sure to get her a lovely gift during Christmas as a thank you. Simon was exactly what Baz had needed in a best friend: at least as a six-year-old. He would split his scones with Baz secretly during English behind their books, and was killer at dodgeball: both feats that had earned him the title of Baz’s closest and most treasured friend. It was enough for now, and he became a constant in Baz’s childhood from then on. The days had blurred into sleepovers at Baz’s house and Simon watching movies while Baz read in the background, an easy comfort that had come from spending ample amounts of time together. 

* * * 

They were almost 11 now, and Baz couldn’t picture his life without Simon in it, the one thing that stayed constant even when everything else skittered away. 

“Baz,” Simon poked his shoulder with the end of his pencil, repeating the action until Baz sighed and looked up. 

“What is it? I’m trying to read,” he held up the book as evidence, but there was no true annoyance behind his words. 

“That girl won’t stop glaring at you. The one with the purple hair.” 

“Penelope Bunce,” Baz supplied immediately, his eyes drifting back to the book. 

“Yeah, her. Why is she glaring at you like that?” 

“Because I checked out the last copy of this book, and now she has to wait till I finish it to read it herself.” 

“Haven’t you read it already?” At Baz’s hum, he continues. “I think you should let her read it, Baz. Really.” 

“And why is that?” 

“It’s the right thing to do, Baz,” Simon explains. “It’s nice.” 

And Baz wants to argue, to say that he isn’t nice, that he never was and never will be. Almost as if Simon took all of the niceness he could’ve had, being nice enough for both of them. Baz wasn’t bitter, of course, he’d have given it to Simon willingly anyway. He’d give Simon anything, really, if he asked, but this was something that Baz refused to dwell on. Simon was his best friend, wasn’t it natural he’d feel this way? So he simply nodded and passed the book to Penelope Bunce, who smiled at Simon, and nodded at Baz appreciatively. And just like that, all because of Simon Snow, he had made another friend. 

* * * 

The fight came out of nowhere. Simon had been getting ready for his date with Agatha--his girlfriend of almost a year--and was holding up hangers to his chest to show Baz, who was trying not to react to any of them. It was a waste of time, anyway, all of them looked stunning on Simon, who’d grown up absolutely gorgeous. His hair, curly and untameable as a child had only worsened with time, and now it lay atop his head in messy golden loops that caught the light wherever he went. 

He held up a dark blue shirt, and Baz felt his breath catch. It brought out the darker blues in Simon’s trite blue eyes, creating a subtle shadow. Simon looked at him questioningly, and Baz almost said no, don’t wear that shirt, wear anything else. But Simon was his best friend, and what type of best friend would he be if he didn’t let Simon look his best for a date? 

Except Simon frowned, and accused Baz of trying to make him look terrible for the date, which had come out of nowhere and was clearly him lashing out about something entirely unrelated to the shirt. 

But Baz stubbornly took the bait, and they’d launched themselves into the first fight they’d had in years. Neither of them liked to fight; they were both too close to each other, and the arguments got more personal, the insults growing increasingly harsher. 

Baz had mentioned how much he despised Agatha without meaning to, and it had done nothing but further escalate the situation. 

“Maybe we shouldn’t be best friends, then. We don’t match anyway.” 

“Simon, you don’t mean that.” 

“Stop telling me what I do and don’t mean! I don’t think we fit anymore, Baz.” 

Baz caught the underlying statement, just leave. 

And so he did. 

*** 

They hadn’t spoken in months, and in that time Bunce had taken Simon’s side (of course) leaving Baz with his old friends Dev and Niall. Who had both, conveniently, decided to leave the library minutes before Bunce herself came strolling in, making her way to Baz’s table. 

“You’re in love with him, aren’t you?” 

Baz ignores the lead snapping off his pencil tip and continues writing, forcing his eyes to stay on the page and not wander up to where Bunce stands, undoubtedly with her hands on her hips and her eyes narrowed to slits. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he responds calmly, flipping the page. “Simon’s my friend and so I love him, sure.” 

He hears the chair scrape against the floor as Bunce sits down, grabbing the pencil out of his hand before he has a chance to stop her. 

“I don’t believe you.” 

“Isn’t that your problem, then?” 

“Baz,” she says sternly, and he finally meets her gaze. 

Suspicion dominates her look, but there’s a small ebb of something else fluttering within. It takes a moment for Baz to recognize it, and he softens his tone when he does. Concern. Small but enough for Baz to remember that he and Penny were friends once, a time before Simon Snow and before they’d become academic rivals. 

“What do you want me to say, Bunce? That I’m hopelessly in love with someone I used to call my best friend before I fucked that up and now I’m nothing more than one of his hundred admirers?” 

“You’re not,” Bunce lightly rests her hand against his as she gets up, adjusting her bag against her shoulder. “Just another admirer, that is. You’re his best friend, Baz, you always have been.” 

“That isn’t enough, is it? It’s too hard,” Baz confesses, tracing a pattern on the table. 

It was too hard, watching him fall deeper in love with Agatha and pretending like it didn’t bother him. In another world, maybe, there’s a Baz strong enough to repress his feelings enough to stay Simon’s best friend. But in this one, Simon’s eyes are a tad bit too blue and his smile a smidge too bright for Baz to look away. 

“You know what, Baz? Why don’t you try talking to him?” 

“I can’t.” And with that he shuffles his things together and drops them in his backpack, leaving before Bunce has the chance to get another word out. 

* * *

“Baz,” an achingly familiar voice calls his name, and Baz anticipates it before he feels it: Simon’s tell-tale pencil end against his arm. “Can I borrow a piece of paper?” 

Baz nods and turns around to hand it over, careful not to look at Simon. He doesn’t want to see the indifference on his face, the subtle hurt at Baz’s random distancing. But Simon clears his throat, and Baz, a constant disappointment to himself, meets his eyes. 

They’re carefully shielded, and Baz realized with a start that he could barely read them as well as he used to. Simon smiles at him slightly, whispering a soft ‘thank you’ as Baz nods again, before turning back around. 

It isn’t until close to the end of the class until he feels the tap of a pencil again, and a paper being passed to him. He opens it gingerly, tracing a fingertip over the messily written words. Less messy than usual, he notes, and he smiles at the thought of Simon trying to tame his handwriting. 

Can we talk? I have scones I’ve missed splitting with someone. 

There’s two boxes underneath, and it’s so utterly cute that Baz can’t help but tick “yes” and pass it back to Simon. And the smile on his face when he sees it, Baz thinks, is worth the heartbreak. 

***

He meets Simon on a bench in the park they used to frequent as children, and Simon waves the bag of scones in the air. 

Baz sits next to him, accepting half a scone and watching Simon push dirt around with the tip of his shoe. 

“You said you wanted to talk?” 

“Yeah, I did,” Simon admits, “Listen Baz, I didn’t mean anything I said that day. It was stupid of me and I shouldn’t have any of it.” 

Baz nods, repeating the apology. It falls flat even to his ears, and so it comes as no surprise when Simon frowns. 

“Baz? What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing, Simon.” 

“Why didn’t you like it when Agatha and I were together?” Simon asks suddenly, apparently having reached a conclusion. 

Why don’t you talk to him? 

Baz raises an eyebrow, and a sweet smile graces Simon’s face. 

“Say it,” Simon whispers. “Please.” 

And Baz looks at the boy in front of him, his constant throughout everything, and thinks of all the times they’d spent in this park together, never quite expecting it to turn out like this. 

“I love you, Simon,” he says softly, and Simon grins, pulling Baz to him. 

“Me too, Baz. I think I always have.” 

Simon kisses him softly, and pulls him into an embrace when they part. And as Baz hugs Simon tighter, he sends another thank you to Ms. Rosemary, who’d brought this gorgeous nightmare of a boy into his life in the first place. Because truly, when he thinks about it, he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

#snowbaz fic #COC 2019 #coc19 #carry on countdown 2019 #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #baz x simon #penny bunce #agatha #fic #it's a day late sorry but it's here :) #friends to lovers au #fav trope/cliche #carry on countdown #carry on fic

[imaginequill]

So I roleplay on quotev...

So some background on this conversation is that we were saying All Star lyrics in a competitive kind of way but it got out of hand

On with the show~

Dust: yes, i am. 

Dust: i just don’t think you're the shooting star that's gonna break the mold

Cross(me): Well I say that my brain but my head got dumb.

Cross(me):Oof

Cross: XD

Dust: that sentence made no sense wtf

Cross: I guess you're right.

Dust: im always right

Cross: No, sometimes you're left

Dust: w

Dust: well

Dust: hm.

Dust: i guess you're upside down, then

Cross: Well judging by the hole in the satellite picture, you're wrong.

Dust: okay im done

Cross: Haha- Dust: wtf are we even talking about at this point-

Cross: I dunno but there's so much to do and so much to see.

Dust: f u c k i ng h e l l

Cross: Pffft-

Cross: Yep, what a concept

Dust: inded

Cross: That's the way I like it and I'll never get bored.

Dust: okay jesus crikey cross-

Dust: i cant match that wordplay

Cross: Is the ice I skate on getting pretty thin?

Dust: yes it is.

Cross: Welp, the water's getting warm so I might as well swim.

Dust: im going to start ignoring you now

Cross: Hey now-

Dust: you're def not an all star

Cross: You'll never know if you don't go-

Dust: no.

Cross: They don't stop coming, do they?

Dust: depends on the hentai

Cross: Wait 'til you get older.

Dust: no, i don't think i will

Cross: Beg to differ

Dust: then beg.

Cross: Oh Dusty~ Can you not??~~

Dust: YO WHAT THE FUCK DAWG

Dust: CUT THAT SHIT OUT

Cross: YOU ASKED ME TO-

Dust: N O T L I K E TH A T

Dust: WE AINT IN NO STEP-BRO STEP-SIS PORNO DUDE

Dust: WTF

Cross: YOU SHOULD'VE SPECIFIED-

Cross: This is your fault.

Dust: this is not my fault.

Dust: you should cleanse your mind from all that SIN

Dust: DISGUSTANG

Cross: YOU'RE THE ONE WHO WATCHES HENTAI-

Dust: WELL

Dust: I MEAN.

Dust: FUCK YOU

Cross: DUDE-

Dust: NOT LIKE THAT

Cross: YOU JUST SAID WE WEREN'T DOING THAT SHIT-

Dust: FOR THE LOVE OF NOTHING HOLY

Dust: CROSS N O

Cross: HAHAHAHAHa-

Cross: I blame you-

Dust: n o.

#Crosssans #Dustsans #Allstars #quotev

[fineliines]

okay so before things get misconstrued, i have seen the post @pocmuzings posted and i have quite a lot to say at least to explain my side of the story. you guys can make the choice to believe me or not but everything on this post is the truth on my end. this is very long and i hope everyone takes the time to read it but it’s just a warning this is long.

first and foremost, you need to understand that i have never once in my entire life said the n word. i grew up in a household where i always knew the weight of that word and it’s heavy connotations my entire life; my mom, grandma and cousins always used the word despite being spanish because they were very racist and stereotyped the black community. i knew of that, i was young when they used the word (probably around elementary school age) and never spoke up because i was a child. however, i’ve always known it’s not the right word to say or is it my place to say it as a non-black poc. i’m unsure if the person sending the anon meant to say i was using the word or if it was my friend at the time in the post but i have never EVER said that word. i would never use that word, i’m not ignorant on it and have always known what it’s implications were.

secondly, the problematic friend in question was someone i knew in my real life. we went to high school together, we met through a mutual friend who looking back on it, that mutual friend sexually assaulted me at one point and BECAUSE of that incident and numerous other things that happened in that small friend group, i pulled away and found solace in this person. his name was cameron, he’s no longer in the rpc so i really don’t care about putting his name out there to help keep track while i write this out. to give more background on this, cameron wasn’t the kind of person i could simply “get rid of” like i could have if he’d been someone i met online. like i said, we went to high school together, we lived in the same town, we became INSEPERABLE-- i vacationed with him and his family on MULTIPLE occasions. my mom and his mom became friends, we spent holidays together, etc. this wasn’t someone i could write off. we met when i was around 15 years old and he was 17 and we stayed friends from me being 15 to around the age of me being 21... in fact, i believe our last outing together was my 21st birthday but that’s irrelevant. i am now 24. throughout the time that we were best friends, however, i got him into rping and we were in the rpc together for an extended period of time. cameron has always been extremely problematic and this was something i didn’t necessarily become aware of until later on in our friendship. we started rping together in american horror story roleplays which is where i first started and in general, those rp’s were very very problematic and dark; it was a completely different time in the rpc compared to now and i am 100% aware of that. 

cameron became notorious for causing drama wherever he went. in the ahs rp we were in, something happened between my character and someone else’s, anon hate was sent to the gossip blog or w/e about my character and it got to the point where i, myself, was being told to kill myself through anon hate because of whatever ship drama was happening. i was 15 years old and people on the internet were telling me to kill myself. cameron stepped in, defended me in the only way he knew how, started drama with the admins for not doing anything to stop the stuff being sent to me or help me and we got kicked out of the group as the solution to their problem. from that moment on, cameron simply never stopped causing problems and i often found myself getting dragged into things with him because we were friends and i stuck up for him because he usually stuck up for me. at some point as i got a little older, maybe 17/18, i can’t remember, me and him joined this subplot rp that this person who sent in the anon was running. yes, cameron and i became friends with the person, she was the admin, things were fine for a while and eventually, things in the group started getting slow so cameron wanted to leave and me, being the person i was at the time, followed him because he was my best friend. i remained somewhat friends with the anon but i always felt like things were strained between us BECAUSE cameron was always up to something; whether it was causing problems in the anon’s various groups she joined or simply leaving because he got bored or just being a general bully, befriending people and manipulating them and being ugly and problematic and racist. i can’t remember the anon ever talking to me about being uncomfortable with his actions because it was years ago and i’ll admit that at the time, it wasn’t important to me because i thought things were fine because her problems with cameron weren’t ever explicitly told TO me. i will admit that from the ages of 15-18, whenever cameron started drama or was problematic or did shitty things, i blindly followed him and never spoke up. i didn’t speak up because i felt like he helped me and defended me and PROTECTED me from my assaulter in real life and all the anon hate i got from this group that i owed him my loyalty. again, please keep in mind, i’ve been friends with him since we were both in high school, he wasn’t someone i could simply write off or get rid of at the time.

i started realizing he wasn’t a good person when i got a little older. i decided to open up a group that was based off college kids and it was based off the college i currently attend, ucf--- genuinely i don’t remember the url of the group but @wonclerland was in it with me because we were friends. cameron joined, obviously and at the time that i was admining, he didn’t do much. people joined who i’d met through a previous rp and to be honest, that group of people and i were 100% a really stupid clique of mean people. they were really mean and petty and ugly and i never said anything to them or about what they said because i wanted to fit in and again, i admit to that. some girl joined the group who went by the name athena or it was her alias, i don’t really know but apparently, she had beef with that group of people who joined and they claimed she was racist but could never properly pull up proof to show me or whatever. as an admin, i was caught in the middle trying to hear every side of the story. cameron befriended athena and all hell broke loose.  i ended up going to playlist live for a day and mistakenly, i had asked one of the people in the little clique of mine to run the main while i was gone for the day. in the span of the 8 hours i was gone, the clique had posted athena’s unfollow despite her not wanting to quit and blah blah blah. i shut down the group because i didn’t know what to do and it make me anxious and stressed. cameron and athena formed a group of friends FROM that group and started to go on the girl who posted the unfollow’s instagram and comment hateful, bodyshaming things. they went as far as editing a picture of the girl on photoshop to look like shrek. i saw this all unfold and realized what kind of person cameron was and decided to TRY to sever ties with him. multiple times after this, i attempted to call him out on his ugly behavior on the tail end of our friendship. we would get into really violent fights in person and he’d come to target where i worked at the time to scream at me and yell at me in person. i called him out for being racist and problematic and using the n word- in return, he took down an entire roleplay we worked on together because he made all the graphics and left the page empty and blank while i was at work and couldn’t do anything about it. him and his boyfriend would call me names, made fun of me when i confided in them and came out as bisexual and told me i was just looking for attention and many other fucking instances where i was made to feel like shit. every time i called him out about stuff he did or said at all, i had to deal with abuse from in person and because i didn’t know how to approach the situation or deal with it, i let him get away with treating other people in the rpc like trash.

cameron and i grew apart after he quit the rpc. he ran out of aliases to use to destroy groups and i was working on actively trying to get out of the wake of destruction him and the friend group that yes, i followed around, left behind. i put forth the effort to work on learning about racism more in depth, i went to therapy to deal with the assaults and stuff i was going through and i used writing to cope with it and found a solid group of people that were actually decent. i admit that i was part of the problem by not saying anything to cameron, i was terrified of him and losing the only friend i had in my real life at the time. i know what he did hurt a lot of people in the rpc, including now the anon, and i realize that my silence until much later was not of any help at all. my activism now isn’t performative--- i’ve tried so hard over the last few years to learn and educate myself on the blm movement and i’m still learning every day. my intentions and heart have never been malicious and i deeply apologize to you, oksi, if you read this because i know it’s you that sent that anon. i’m sorry that my silence and lack of maturity and balls to confront cameron hurt you and i’m sorry for being a part of the problem. i’m sorry to whoever knew me back then and saw the people i surrounded myself with and that i was so focused on fitting in and belonging to a group (even a really fucking shitty one) stop me from speaking up when it mattered the most. i wish that this had been addressed to me privately so i could’ve talked to her and heard her side of the story but i understand that she probably felt uncomfortable and unsafe given our past and who she used to associate me with. i do not and will not ever stand for racism, i’m working every single fucking day to learn and spread resources and educate myself and to not overstep my boundaries or talk over the black community because it’s NOT my place. i can’t speak for the other person mentioned in this post and i hope she comes forward if she feels inclined to and tell her side of the story but this is mine. holding myself accountable for being a part of the problem. 

i’m sorry if any of this upset anyone and if this means i’m going to lose friendships or mutuals over this. i understand and it’s fine. i’m not looking to victimize myself at all and i’m admitting to the fact that i was complacent and silent and i’m really sorry. i’m not like that anymore and i’m always one of the first people to call horrible shit out, probably too much because i spent so much time NOT saying anything out of fear. and if you read any of this, thank you? i don’t know what this is going to do but i hope it helps shed light on my side of the story. again, oksi, i’m really fucking sorry- you don’t have to forgive me at all and i don’t expect you to but i hope you’ll at least hear this out and try to understand i’ve changed and i actively try every single day to be better than i used to be. thank you and sorry again.

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