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bigassbowlingballhead · 5 months

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hello! astrology anon back, from a very long work shift, so apologies to keep everyone waiting. I didnt know yall would be so interested lol! so I'm going to hit base level on all things, and then I can go into more detail about specific things if you want. Nick is a Libra, they're flirts, theyre whores(in theory), theyre hopeless romantics, they love beauty and art and poetry, and .. flirting, they love flirting. they flirt by accident, they dont even know they're flirting its a second nature. So that's a start, but his mars is cancer, mars rules anger (we dont care about that rn) and sexuality. so think cancer-like kinks. domestic bliss is one, and by that I mean breeding. call them daddy. say 'breed me' at them, they will HAPPILY oblige. cancer mars does consider the whole romancing thing part of the foreplay though, a nice dinner, some candles, roses, a massage, would really get them going. some things that commonly occur in them are exhibition kinks, no real danger, just.. up against a window. and corruption kinks. play innocent for them, let them ruin you. (who would mind letting nick ruin them?) better yet, let them chase you down. Then we can head to his Venus, which rules love but there's also some sexuality in that right? (not to exclude the ace bbies, ur all valid!) Nick's got a Scorpio, now we ALL know scorpios are the 'freaks' of the zodiac, that's where the REAL kinks come in. scorpios lean toward kink, occult, goth fashion (we know bby girl had an emo phase) and possession (as in being very jealous) the kind that want to own you and let everyone know, leave plenty of marks so everyone knows exactly how good they uh.. well fucked you, lets be honest. not even my opinion, just commonly accepted fact, a venus Scorpio man is one of the most sexual of the zodiac signs, a very dominant placement (its hilarious he always ends up on the bottom) and by dominant I mean a touch sadistic, perhaps an extreme view, but I don't think a little blood would scare Nick off, (provided it didn't scare you off). He has.. so much scorpio all over his chart, that I'm sorry to break it to anyone that isn't down with it, but the boy's a sadist, an I don't really mean.. super rough either maybe just spankings, some choking, face slapping, but I don't think you could scare him off with more extreme things. he's soft enough in other placements to lean into what youe comfy with! but also, any kink folks out there who have fucked with sadists know what I mean by this, he's a /lazy sadist/. That Taurus Lilith he's got, oh that boy would dream of having a cup of tea in the corner while his partner was tied up blind folded and strapped in with a vibe for... as long as he could stand to hear you whimper, (probably a while, good luck) BUT! scorpio is also water and he's got so much other water in there, babygirl loves some cuddles, i think he's excellent at consent, and I think he's excellent at aftercare. I'd bet money that someones told him 'i said you could hit me nick jesus christ just do it' more than once, (which is very sexy of him imo) I think he'd take good care and be very Intune to his partners needs and body cues. and then be SO happy to give you a bath, and put on your pajamas and wrap you in a blanket and make you a snack, hold you for hours and tell you how proud he was, and how good you did and how much he loves you. overall, some submission (on your part), trust, kink, and nipple clamps, can lead to a fulfilling and passionate relationship with babygirl i think.

What a RIDE. Thank you, so much for taking the time after your long shift to grace us with this, wonderful reading of his chart. you're really doing a service for us.

oh that boy would dream of having a cup of tea in the corner while his partner was tied up blind folded and strapped in with a vibe for… as long as he could stand to hear you whimper,

This- i'm having thoughts

tagging people who i know were waiting for this

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Same dessy sameeee!!!!! When he took off his coat in the church, I was having a whole ass moment of silence while inside I'm having the loudest horniest reaction until it leaks out and I sound like "tag yourself in this moment". Bitches. I'm Bitches that are on their hands and knees. When he threw that church bench, I screamed WHY CAN'T THAT BE ME?!?! THROW ME NEXT!!! ME NEXT!!! I WANT A TURN!!!

When he lifted up Takemichi, I said you lucky pussy, that should be me!!!!!! I want him to tousle my hair like that!!!! I want those crazy eyes on meeeeee!!!! I was crying and having the biggest fuckin tantrum. Then he's on his hands and knees on the steps outside the church after the fight... his pride wouldn't allow me to, but I damn sure would ask if I could hit it from the back. Just once. Pleassssssee 🥺🥺🥺 then he's by himself on the steps after his "subordinates" leave him behind, Hakkai basically gave him the verbal 2 week notice of resignation and left to be a man, Yuzuha gives her piece before she runs off after Hakkai. I wanted to sit next to him and rest my head on his shoulder so fucking much!!! I wanted to cryyyyyy!!!!!!! Every moment was just give me give me give me give me. Then the fucking meeting with Mitsuya was the worst moment for me. I'm yelling for him to put his feet away and get them off the table but also wanting to unbuckle his pants and get to work on my knees if you know what I mean 😏😏😏😏

I was fucking rabid inside and out every time his big ass was on screen, lord help me because I will make him see Jesus 🙏🙏🙏🙏😩😩😩😩💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💦💦💦💦💦💦

I can’t even begin to tell you but it was the moment his big fucking beefy ass stepped on the screen, when he walked into the neighborhood humming my whole damn thighs clenched and I legit had to pause the screen cause I was about to literally go insane. LIKE SIR? WHO THE FUCK GAVE YOU THAT MUCH RIZZ RIGHT OFF THE BAT??? HMMM? WHO SAID YOU COULD LOOK LIKE THAT?

Really I paused the screen and sat and stared at him for a good five minutes and then went to my bestie and cried cause i was feeling some type of way about him and I was strictly a Draken girly even after reading the manga. Taiju didn’t do anything to me until he was animated and I absolutely s(creamed) myself. Every single episode I was shaking violently bleeding at the mouth foaming howling at the moon like a dog in heat.

He closed lined takamitchi I drooled I have never wanted to be closed lined before im my life but if taiju is doing it sign me the the fuck up 😭😭😭😭

WHEN HE YANKED MITCHI I WANTED TO BE HIM, WHEN HE WAS THROWING HIM AROUND IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME/US. WHEN HIS DAMN BIG ASS FEET WERE ON THE TABLE I SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE TABLE!!!! HUMAN FURNITURE TYPE SHIT MEANT FOR MY KING 😩😩 I wanted to be in his lab riding when he was all laid out with his legs crossed while Mitsuya was talking. Ride him, ride his damn butter roll looking abs till I can’t no more

HE DIDNT HAVE TO THROW THAT CHURCH PEW IT WAS SO SEXY AND I WANTED TO BE THE PEW TOO. SLAM ME LIKE THAT DADDY PLEASE. BREAK ME MAKE MY BONES SHATTER 😩😩😩😩😩 I was behind a pew hiding the entire fight secretly cheering on my man. I literally struggled the entire church fight cause like “oh no Taiju don’t hit your siblings and kill takamitchi” but also “fuck me up like that with those big hands and fists” I was in my bestie’s DMs having a full on attack every week for taiju and trying to actively deny I didn’t want him.

HE throw off his jacket and I frow upped. I wanted to be on my knees licking up the blood off his back. Kissing his back tattoos, giving him a reach around in the church idc idc.

I cried when he fell to his hands and knees outside the church I want to tackle his big ass to the floor and lay on him and run my fingers over his tattoos and snuggle in the snow until it melted underneath his warmth. He’s he’s- he’s gotta be like a damn heater right? He was walking in the snow with just his trench coat on??? No shirt, just buttoned up. Man makes his own heat. But also when he fell to his knees I wanted to collar his ass and sit on his back 😌

#fellow taiju fucker: tamaki #if you saw this I don’t care perceive us that’s our man #it’s 9am on a Monday and I’m feral #dessy’s confessions

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makowo · 1 year

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[no no go off flood my tags it is super weird about how Kyoko is given a hope obsession despite her just trying to make a clever compliment and I don't get how he needs better friends, like his friends are willing to harbor terrorist fugitives for him what more do you want.]

okay okay okay. SO.

Kyoko is most fucking definitely not hope obsessed. i dont know how people were led to interpret her like this, but it's obvious if you think about her backstory, motivations, and actions for a even few minutes.

Kyoko is someone entirely defined by her logical way of thinking, and is literally written to directly contrast Makoto's more emotional thought process. She makes no direct reference to Hope and Despair as actual concepts or sides to take, other than in the final trial, when everyone has to do that. She calls Makoto the Ultimate Hope with no idea that it would really catch on, or that this would be a title with any weight.

Hell, Makoto isn't even that hope-obsessed, none of the dr1 cast is (except Junko ofc, though obsessed with opposition to it). He mentions it a lot because he's gotta as the Ultimate Hope, and the world is kinda defined by this conflict. Nagito and Munakata are the only major characters that could be defined like this directly, tbh

Makoto also already has great friends. It's just that at that point, they had known each other for a month, wherein that entire month was dictated by a high stress situation where any of these strangers could be plotting their murder at any moment. The reason Kyoko is the one to save Makoto is not because she's the only one that cared, she's the only one that was entirely convinced of both his innocence and survival.

The others had to have known in some way that Makoto was innocent, even though Kyoko certainly informed none of them of this. But Monokuma had stuck tightly to this idea of following the rules he set, and the fifth trial was really out of left field. I can't blame them for not trying to go save Makoto because they had no idea if he even survived that execution anyway, and if they didnt vote for someone during that trial, they would all die. It was a lose-lose situation, with no right answer to it.

(I will say however that canon does NOT do well with showing how they would have grown closer after escaping HPA, and that scene in the cafeteria where everyone backs off from him like that was just a bad attempt to shove in some comedy to lighten the tension. This doesn't immediately mean they're assholes to him tho, just stop taking canon at face value like that.)

In the end, I do think some of this can also be attributed to Makoto fans entirely misinterpreting Makoto's character. I'm sure you've seen the Jesus Makoto posts, as well as lots of people viewing him as pure and without fault without thinking abt any of his actions (blatantly points at sdr2) critically, nor even probing the surface of his character. I don't need to say anything more.

43 notes - Posted March 19, 2022

we all know that if naekusaba somehow happened at some point in canon then they'd definitely be awkward exes at best right. like we all are aware that makoto hears abt her crush on him and felt kinda bad, so he tried to make her happy by giving it a try. it couldnt work out at all though bcs mukuro likes him just because he smiled at her once, cant hold a conversation for the life of her, and generally doesn't have the personality nor any interests that would mesh well with his at all. the only reason it lasts as long as two months is bcs makoto doesn't have the heart to back out and mukuro doesn't want to acknowledge the truth of the situation. it's painfully obvious to everyone else though, so someone steps in because it's just unbearable to watch it go on for any longer

43 notes - Posted February 18, 2022

we could be doing something very neat with despair makoto aus yknow.

something about the Ultimate Hope title being inherently cursed for the superiority it gives over other people while also constantly perpetrating the concept of Ultimates as a whole.

something about how it is a title given to those that managed to survive extreme suffering that they should never have had to go through, but only puts them further away from others around them.

something about the way it makes others glorify the person; they are brought to being a symbol of something greater, a herald of a new age. An expected martyr, at worst. that person isnt a person anymore, just a stand-in for something greater

something about how it would inevitably destroy even the kindest people, because no person could bear that weight. The inevitable end is destruction of others and the self, because there's far too much strain put upon a person who got this title for going through something horrible.

no matter how much good it symbolizes, no matter how much good can be done with it, it still holds a similar standing as Ultimate Despair. opposites inevitably reflect one another.

45 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

see if you're going to make Naegi an angel or some divine, powerful thing in an au you have to do it with some amount of irony. it is integral to Naegi's character that he is from a very normal background, a completely innocuous person who is thrust into the limelight via the most stressful method possible. You can't get around that fact without rewriting a huge chunk of what caused him to be a kind, compassionate person.

it feels just. Wrong. when Makoto starts out special. that role of being special must be thrust upon him, or it be previously stated that he wasn't always such a person. Makoto is a normal guy who must suddenly need to take on the great responsibility of leading others, due to his stellar performance of leading others in a deeply traumatizing event.

if he's specifically stated to be the one and only person able to be this beacon of hope, and/or takes it with absolute grace, then like. what the Fuck is the point yknow. that's not Makoto, that's an ideal version of Makoto that completely undermines his extremely average background, and his continuous troubles with self-esteem and the lack of experience he has in being "special".

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My #1 post of 2022

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#makotalk #year in review #i love how so much of this post ends up being just a compilation of long analysis posts. topped off with The Accursed Post

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vvh0adie · 6 months

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can i just say that any writing done for free on the internet is not up for professional publishing critique

my thing is: unless i go on your blog and see the content you reblog/make pertains to some nasty heinous shit

(incest/race play/pedophilia/beastiality; meaning this is who you are as a legit person and you actively promote it in positivity)

then i go check your masterlist and its sewn into the fabric of your fics, imma side eye you, report, and block.

but lets be honest i would hope ppl just report/block during the first scroll cuz i don’t know why we’d want those type of people on tumblr anyway. tho we’re not here to discuss that further and definitely not another time. if you know you’re into the shit i listed above FOR REAL, get the fuck off my blog and play in traffic.

but if someone writes something you don’t like or if you think their writing isn’t up to gramatical/literary standard, don’t get in the fucking comments or asks to tell us that. we do this shit for fun. this isn’t fucking goodreads.

ALSO DONT REBLOG FICS YOU DIDNT ENJOY AND RATE THEM AND LEAVE BAD REVIEWS IN THE FUCKING POST. WE CAN SEE THAT SHIT!!! THIS GOES FOR TUMBLR, AO3, AND ANYWHERE ELSE THAT HOST NON-PROFIT FICTION WORKS.

(and no kofi and patreon don’t count as profit, if an author explicitly tells you that you will have access to their wips and early access to fanfiction that will eventually go onto tumblr or ao3. you already knew to expect some hobbyists writing. and you need to know from reading the already free content on their blog, that you like their writing well enough to invest in it. it doesn’t make sense to pay for something you KNEW you already hated. if it just so happens that you’re author sets a standard above what you consider fanfiction writing and it feels more professional, then lucky you…… it’s still not up for critique. that’s just means someone took their craft “serious enough”)

i also see you bitches who put ACTUAL FICS INTO GOODREADS! HAVE YOU LOST YO DAMN MIND CUZ LEMME HELP YOU FIND IT QUICKER THAN MOSES PARTED THE SEA!

when people come to your fic recs, they are most likely not looking for bad fics AT ALL, they’re hoping you’ve done your due diligence in curating a collection of fics you deem amazing so they DONT have to sift thru “bad” fics. you making more work for yourself and other readers.

but some of y’all love to be negative and get wet from twiddling your thumbs on this keyboard to spew unnecessary or productive “criticism”. unless we asks or have a link to a feedback box/google forms, SHUT THE FUCK UP.

social platforms besides goodreads are not here to help reader experience. goodreads is the place to leave reviews for BOOK YOU EITHER PAYED FOR OR THE AUTHOR HAS PROFESSIONALLY PUBLISHED FOR WIDER CONSUMPTION.

i love goodreads too and criticism of books I FIND AT BARNES AND NOBLES😁… because i’m able to avoid things like bad grammar, bad literary skills, poc and queer trauma porn, and other shit i don’t wanna be exposed to.

what i do think is valid, is asking a fic writer to tag properly. i’ve read shit and been blindsided cuz “dead dove” tags weren’t added. i’ve even asked and they’ve made it a point to belittle me. i thought it was a good fic in terms of plot but i wanted to be able to blacklist those words for if they wrote more content. but they completely turned me off due to how they responded so i just never wanted to read more of their work.

i didn’t harass them because frankly it had content i didn’t like (not anything that would make me question their overall morality, unless you count the not tagging, but that’s a bit much). instead i just blocked them and moved on.

there have been times where the grammar in a fic was really bad, the formatting of a fic had huge gaps that made reading difficult, or they didn’t put a cut on their fic. i didn’t contact them, i just blocked them.

so for the love of baby jesus, just block. only when you feel that something DETRIMENTAL is being posted like WHITE SUPREMACIST MANIFESTO or SOCIALLY TABOO type shit is being PROMOTED (they need to actually believe in this shit) in someone’s writing and has built a following of like-minded people, then really the troops so we can deal with it.

but bad grammar or that yandere fics with non-con in is not something to be harassing people over.

(some folks writing language is not their first so they’re learning thru writing or they’re a native speaker who still messes up/has a disability and just because some likes to write/read dark fics doesn’t mean they advocate such acts. plus while it may not be the healthiest, it’s some people’s coping mechanisms and i can’t blame them cuz a good therapist is hard to find and even harder to pay for —at least in the US)

so go read shit you actually like. and if you just so feeeeel it in yo spirit to rate some fics and leave bad reviews download Calibre Library and have at it. it is only seen by you and on your computer. so make that your lil hate diary or whateva🙄

anyway duces. i just had to say a lil sumn cuz i saw one of y’all attacking the homies. i love my moots and i miss the ones that left becuz of the bullshit💜💜💜

also if anyone thinks i left something out or wants to correct something feel free to tag me or reblog💖

#preacha plym

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onetruesirius · 1 year

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Ace DAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY It’s ACE DAY.

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Hot spicy fresh-ass take from a corner of the Pike Cult only a week and a half before SNW premieres:

I dont think this guy is straight.

I just

I really don't think this man is straight.

See the full post

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Hey

Hey you.

Start Trek. Strange New Worlds.

Yeah. YOU absolute mOtherfuckers—

WHEN I SAID "SHE'S TOTALLY GONNA SACRIFICE THAT KID TO AN ELDRITCH ABOMINATION SO GOD WILL GIVE THE PLANET UTOPIA", I DIDNT FUCKING MEAN ACTUALLY FUCKING DO IT. JESUS CHRIST—

so yeah all bets are now off for Strange New Worlds

i said deadass like 3 weeks ago, and i quote, "they won't have the guts to blatantly kill a child onscreen" and i thought i was right midway through this episode but oh my god i was very very wrong like i could not be more wrong and i hate literally everything oh god oh fuck

18 notes - Posted June 9, 2022

@tsuntsunfangirl Now to be clear

I think it's probably good that no one has picked up on the whole adjunct situation because we know from his interviews: he's a private guy and obviously that sort of shit is quite literally career-ending in that line of work even on the best of days

but I'm very puzzled because what the hell happened to that classic 2015 shitposting did all the degenerates go to OFMD or something

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My #1 post of 2022

The Big Five, Sleepy Edition

Summ art I did the other day of the Big Five [Gabe, Kat, Pippa, Chris, and Leland] having sleepy cuddles, because sometimes you're so damn tired after a long day, you just collapse on a cot with your buddies into a big warm pile of sleepy 'Fleet Cadet.

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ALRIGHT, BACK TO WORK YOU LOT, THESE SHITPOSTS WON'T MAKE THEMSELVES!

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harrys-bf · 2 years

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Fake social media | H.S x fem!reader (she/her)

A/N: As usual please send some feedback💌 so i know u liked it!! Also, you cannot take my work and put it in another platform, thanks <3

Face claim: Mao Xiaoxing

liked by harrystyles, harrylambert and 3,937,103 others

@yourinstagram: Thank you @vougemagazine for this amazing opportunity, so happy to work with you guys!!

Thanks to @/harrylambert for all the help! Ilyyy

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@harryfan2: Harry liked omfg

@harryfan6: hes so sus

@harryfan4: couldn’t he make his crush with her more obvious😭💀

@harryfan1: omfg y/n is working with harry lambert, does this mean we can have some harry and y/n interaction 👀

@y/nfan1: perhaps, with harrys crush on y/n he’ll probably beg harry lambert to introduce him to her 😭

@florencepugh: SO GORGEOUS!!

@/zendaya: a literal goddess

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@yourinstagram: Happy Valentines day!! Sending all my love to everyone from Paris!!

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@harryfan4: he liked again 💀

harryfan8: of course he did 😭

@/harrystyles: ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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@harryfan7: PLS HARRY WHAT

harryfan9: HARRY WHAT ARE YOU DOING

@harryfan8: HE COMMENTED OH MY

@harryfan6: IS THIS THE MOMENT WERE PEOPLE REVEAL THAT PIGS DO FLY

@y/nfan7: forget about his comment yall, he got noticed by her 👨‍🦽👨‍🦽hes probably off being a giddy teenager because she liked his comment 💀💀

@harryfan5: FR^

@harryfan3: im so jealous 💔

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@harryupdates: Harry with fans today at Paris!!

@harryfan6: wait, if y/n is in paris rn and Harry is there too…

@harryfan8: oh damn

@harryfan7: JESUS I DIDNT THINK ABOUT IT OMG

@harryfan5: istg if they don’t meet up im gonna have a blast

@harryfan9: fr^

@harryfan5: shitting tears rn

@harryfan6: don’t ruin my day and mention her 🥱

@harryfan2: ayo what..?

@harryfan3: she’s literally the cutest person ever wdym.

@harryfan6: i just don’t like her thats all

@harryfan3: nah you’re just jealous that Harry has a crush in her and you envy her, i get the jealousy but not liking her about something she has no control in is stupid

@harryfan2: SLAYY @harryfan3

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harrystyles: a day off with a beautiful girl🌻

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@harryfan5: DUDE I- WHAT

@harryfan4: HARRY WHAT THE HELL

@haryfan3: HARRY NEVER POSTS ABOUT HIS LOVE INTERESTS ON IG AND SUDDENLY QUE POSTS Y/N???

@/tchalamet: HAHASJAHS show off 😭

@harryfan7: PLS TIMMY WHAT DO YOU KNOW

@yourinstagram: 💅💅💅💘

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@y/nfan5: AAAGHH Y/N

@y/nfan3: PLSS Y/N WHAT’S GOING ON

@y/nfan4: Y/N WHY ARE YOU CHEATING ON ME WITH HARRY, I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING

@yourinstagram: we do darling, don’t worry, he’s a no one 😉

@/harrystyles: excuse me?

@y/nfan4: oh mY GOD, THEY JUST REPLIED TO MY COMMENT WTH

@harryfan8: WOAH WHAT IS THIS INTERACTION

@harryfan3: BQIHWIAH1&2!2@/&HQKS2””92$SN29:$JWIS2/$2!

@harryfan7: ^my exact reaction

A/N: I know Valentines day was ages ago but i want to post this shitty fake social media so i dont starve you to death until i post the 6k word fic i’ve been killing myself for.

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duckugou · 2 years

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Great First Impressions (NSFW)

Uraraka x fem!reader Reader is the mom friend

CW: mentions of foul men, homophobia mentioned, reader w bad experiences w men, puking, drinking, weed, oral (fem.. obvs), fingering, just like big fat lesbian shit. /not proofread/ kiribaku moment too lmao

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

!!come to my asks to be a part of my taglist! just let me know what kinds of fics/ what fandom/ what characters/ etc you want to be tagged in! Requests are open!!!!

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"No seriously- it's a small get together! I want you to meet my friends!" Mina was begging at this point.

See, being Mina's roommate wasn't something you had prepared for fully. You didn't know how hyper and excitable she was going to be when you responded to an ad for a roommate in your new town. You loved her for every inch of her loud self- but lord knows you are not one for parties.

"Mina- I already said no." You sighed, walking your plates into the kitchen since you had both finished eating.

"And I already said PLEASEEEEE!" She was following you and was definitely not taking no for an answer this time.

During that last few months, you had become really close friends. She understood your need for being away from large groups of people and you understood her need for watching RENT over and over again on the weekends.

You both bonded over your love for ramen and obsession with the same artists. She knew when to give you space and you knew when she needed "couch time"- which included platonic cuddles and ice cream while she vented. It was honestly a match made in heaven.

Until she realized you didnt just not like parties- you didnt go to parties ever. Or "get togethers" as she tried disguising it as this weekend. She has since made it her mission to get you to 1, go to a party 2, meet her friends and 3, get some action. In her eyes, you needed to get l a i d or you were going to shrivel up.

You didnt disagree with the last one but it was hard finding a girl in a new town- let alone at all. And fuck Tinder. What a shit show that is- full of "Lets just be friends!" and "I'm straight but want to experiment!" bullshit.

"Mins- I'm so fucking tired from this week and-" You started, but Mina whipped the fridge open before you could finish.

"Knew you'd say that! Thats why I got your favorite redbull. Try againnnnn~" She held the can over your head, making you sigh.

"I have nothing to-" You tried.

"Yes you do. I've seen your wardrobe filled with hot shirts you never fucking wear." She stated, pushing you towards your room.

"I have to finish-" Your final attempt, crushed.

"ITS FUCKING FRIDAY YOU HOMEBODY- your stupid work presentation can wait. Go put on the sexy purple shirt in the back of your closet and get ready- WE ARE GOING." She said in a matter-of-fact tone, hands on her hips as you sulked into your room, knowing your fate was sealed. She wasn't giving up.

With a sigh, you turned around to see her at your doorway still, hands on hips, shaking her head.

"Fine." You stated, opening your closet to get the damn purple top.

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Walking into the house, you felt your throat tighten from the sheer amount of smoke in the air.

"Jesus Christ, Mins did we walk into a fire?" You asked, coughing lightly.

"No, that just means Sero's ass is here already." She laughed lightly, leading you through the party.

"MINAAAAA!" A voice bellowed, catching both of you off gaurd.

"DENKI YOU FUCKER HOW ARE YA!" She shouted, dropping your hand and meeting the blonde in a hug.

"I'm good! Just been layin low- got back from visiting family actually!"

"Oh my god aw! How are they?!"

"Good- whoooooo is your friend?" Denki inquired, letting go of Mina and walking towards you.

Now, before I go any further- its not that you don't like parties due to shyness. You dont like parties due to not liking people. People can get nosy and rude- and you seem to get nasty looks when returning energy. Especially when men try flirting with you and you have to shut it down because they think they can "Turn you straight." Gag me, Brendan, you smell like puke and your facial hair looks like pubes.

"I'm Y/n." You said curtly. New people made you feel on edge.

"Oh- youre Minas roommate! Nice to finally meet you- hope you're as funny as she says you are! I'm Denki!" He held his hand out for you to shake- which you accepted.

"I like to think I'm funny enough." You tell him, looking to Mina.

"Yeah- I totally told all my friends about you. Sorry!" She held her hands up in surrender.

"Nothing bad was said, promise!" Denki said, making you and Mina laugh.

"Hey Mina!" A new voice rang out behind Denki, an arm swinging around and resting on the blonde's shoulders.

"Ah, Kiri! This is Y/n!"

"Oh shit- hey!" He held his free hand to shake yours, shocking you with his bright smile. "Kirishima Eijiro!"

"Nice to meet you." You said, charmed.

"You too! There's booze in the kitchen, Bakugou's making some snacks, and Sero's got weed. Pick your poison mama!" He informed you, making you feel welcome.

"I'm gonna go get a drink, you want anything Mins?" You said, feeling comfortable enough to find your way to the kitchen.

"I'm good- gonna find Sero! Text me if you need me babes!" She said, walking towards the living room.

Walking to the kitchen was a lot of "Excuse me"s going unheard, resulting in you shoving people without really meaning to.

"Christ- no fuckin manners here." You mumbled, opening the fridge for a non-alcoholic drink.

"Shit, tell me about it. People walking around here like theyre deaf." A voice startled you as you grabbed a soda and shut the fridge.

"I try and say excuse me but-" You began.

"No use around here. People dont listen. Just gotta shove em out of the way." He said, stirring his pot of...whatever he was making.

"That's what I did." You laughed.

"Good. I'm Bakugou."

"Oh- Kirishima said youd be making food- I'm Y/n."

"Ah, Pinky's roommate. How ya like living with her loud ass?" He chuckled.

"I find quiet time when shes bothering you guys." You laughed.

"Fair fair." He says, watching you sit on the counter. "So, ya likin it here?"

"What, the house or the town?"

"Both."

"Yeah. Town's layout was easy to get used to. And this house is really nice." You said, taking a sip of your drink, admiring the color of the walls.

"Well thanks. Eij and I put a lot of work into it." He smirked.

"Oh- this is yours and Kirishima's place?" You asked.

"Yeah, moved in like a year ago. Had to make it a home from absolute dog shit."

"Im impressed. Love the colors in here." You complimented.

"Thanks. Kitchen's my domain." The conversation was interrupted before it could go any further.

"Bakugou where do you guys keep your towels? Momo is puking-" A short girl walked into the kitchen, opening drawers and looking around.

"You fuckin kiddin me? Christ- where'd she-" He was interrupted by the brunette.

"She made it to the toilet. She needs a cold cloth."

"Oh. Bathroom, top shelf of the closet." He sighed, turning back to the stove.

You, on the other hand, were completely enamored by the girl that had invaded the kitchen so suddenly. Her figure was amazing, her hair cut was adorable, and her eyes were fucking beautiful.

Immediately, you knew how you could get talking to her.

Hopping off the counter, you let your drink rest in your place.

"I'll come help- I have a way with these things." You said, walking up to her.

You weren't lying. Another reason you hated parties was because you always ended up nursing someone back to health. You didn't drink much and rarely smoked- making you the designated driver and mom friend of any party you went to.

"No way, really? Thank you!" She took your hand, leading you away from the kitchen and pulling you up the stairs.

Climbing the stairs, you couldn’t help but notice her ass-ets as she pulled you behind her. You forced your eyes to look at your feet instead as you reached the top. She pulled you into the bathroom as a girl with short dark hair held back the hair of another darker hair girl- the latter was puking of course.

Dropping your hand, the brunette shut the bathroom door, opening the closet and struggling to reach the shelf the cloths were on. She managed though, standing in her toes and allowing you to admire her further.

She turned around and handed you the cloth, expectantly.

“Right- sorry.” You took the light blue cloth and ran it under the cold water as the girl on the floor heaved.

Gently ushering her friend to the side, you took over. Putting the cloth on the back of- who you assumed to be Momo’s- neck, you took the scrunchie off your wrist and put her hair up in a bun the best you could.

“Hey, you’re okay. I promise. You’re in good hands here. We gotcha.” You said lightly, rubbing her back.

“We’re right here Momo!” The brunette chirped, looking less worried.

Wiping her mouth with toilet paper, Momo flushed the toilet and leaned back into your chest instinctively. You took the cloth from her neck and set it in her forehead as she rested her head on your chest and you settled onto your butt on the tiled floor.

“Fucking haaateee vodkaaaa.” She groaned, eyes screwed shut.

“Hey, can one of you get her some water? Maybe crackers?” You asked the two girls by the door.

“On it!” The dark haired one said, leaving the room.

“I’m Y/n by the way.” You said to both of the remaining girls.

“Momo.”

“Ochako Uraraka!”

Finally. A name for the cute one.

After a second of comfortable silence, Momo lurched forward from your chest, barely giving you time to swipe the cloth from her forehead and she threw up more.

"'s okay. Youre good, youre good." You comforted her as she threw up whatever was left in her body.

"Nghhhh- dont wanna throw up anymore-" She whimpered, wiping her mouth again and leaning back on you.

"I know babes, youre gonna be okay." You said, pushing her baby hairs out of her sweaty face.

The other girl returned to the bathroom, water and saltines in hand.

"Bakugou said to clean any mess we make." She laughed, handing you the water.

Ochako looked at you in awe as you held Momo up, helping her drink the water slowly, and letting her lean against your chest.

"You're good, Momo." You whispered, feeling bad for her.

"Youre good at this stuff huh? Oh- Im Jirou by the way." The remaining nameless girl said, admiring your actions.

"Yeah- just one of those things. Y/n by the way." You laughed lightly.

Ochako couldnt get over how sweet you were with the stranger in your lap. The way your hands brushed her hair back, the way you whispered to her, the way you were immediately knew what she needed. It was so intriguing.

"Okay!" Momo seemed to have a sudden burst of energy as she tried to get up from the floor- way too fast. She fell back into your lap for a second, laughing and starting to get up more slowly. "I wanna go back down! Im better!"

"You sure about that?" You asked, holding her up.

"Yes!" She walked towards the door, stumbling into Jirous arms and out of yours.

"I got her- thank you so much, Y/n seriously." Jirou said, taking Momo from you.

"Let me know if you need anything else!" You offered as they stumbled down the stairs. "Theyre gonna be okay right?" You asked Ochako.

"Yeah- they always are!" She laughed, turning towards you, then glancing at the bathroom floor.

"Welp- dont wanna be on Bakugous bad side already." You said, picking up the water cup from the floor and dumping it into the sink. Ochako grabbed the crackers from the counter that never got used and wiped the sink off.

"After you." You gestured for her to leave the bathroom first, earning a smile and she led you down to the kitchen where you both took care of the cup and crackers.

"Ya clean it all up?" Bakugou asked, not turning from the stove.

"Yes sir!" You both said in unison, making the both of you laugh.

"Good. Come try this dip." He gathered some dip on two spoons and handed them to you.

"Oh- here-" You held a spoon in front of Ochako's mouth, allowing her to blow on it and make eye contact with you as she put the spoon into her mouth, licking off the dip.

You didnt move or breathe the whole time.

"Super good, Bakugou!" She exclaimed, not breaking eye contact still.

You took a second to quickly taste it. "Mm! No its really good!" You broke the eye contact admiring Bakugou's skills.

Ochako was blushing hard, and wanted to bring you out to dance. She wanted to be close to you. It had been a while since she was genuinely attracted to someone- and she wasnt letting it go to waste.

Grabbing your hand, she ushered you out to the most filled room, wordlessly asking you to dance.

She giggled to you about nonsense as she danced on you. Ochako was grinding on you to every song- as if it was only the two of you in the room. And it was fucking amazing. But it felt too much like she was taking control- and you had something you wanted to make clear.

Without letting your self-doubt get in the way, you tilted her head back while her ass was against your hips, and kissed her. Right there. And holy shit. It was like heavens gates opened.

She turned her body around, giddy that this was moving so fast. It had been too long since she had any girl hit on her and damn did she miss it.

Her hands found your hair and your hands found her ass, making her squeal lightly into your mouth. You took the opportunity to slip your tongue into her mouth, enjoying the feeling of her lightly tugging your hair. It was a messy, teeth clashing, spit inducing kiss that you needed more of.

“Let’s go upstairs-“ she mumbled into the kiss, starting to pull your hand and lead you to the guest room that she knew about. Thank GOD she was good enough friends with these guys to know the layout.

Getting past the bedroom door, you shut it and locked it- there would be no interruptions.

“Y/n, how the hell are you so hot?” Ochako asked, getting comfy on the end of the bed.

“Uraraka, how the hell did you seduce me with dip?” You laughed, meeting her at the edge of the bed, situating yourself between her legs.

You held her face in your hands, admiring the way her eyes shined in the dim lighting of the room. You dipped down and kissed her with intent, ignoring the way your heart had fluttered at the sight of her smiling up at you.

Laying her down without breaking the kiss, you leaned over her, greedy fingers slipping under her skirt. A light moan left her mouth and suddenly you had no need in the world greater than hearing it again.

Your body rested its weight on your knees as your hands opened her thighs. Flipping up her skirt, you toyed with the center of her panties.

“Mmm- don’t tease me!” She squirmed under your touch, whining. Every sound she made was delicious.

Taking her panties down her legs, you were greeted with the most beautiful sight. Her pussy was glistening, begging for you to taste it. So you did.

Using your pointer and middle finger, you spread her lips, taking in the sight of how wet she was. Your tongue touched her slit and she jerked, hips bucking lightly as she gasped.

“Shit- oh my god.” She whispered, looking down and meeting your gaze. Your mouth was all over her slit, your tongue dipping into her tight hole. It was like you were starved, slurping messily to taste every inch of her pussy.

Ochako lifted her top, panting and needing more. Anything. She wanted it all.

Her right hand found your hair, her left hand playing with her nipple. She was panting, chasing her high and subconsciously pushing your face deeper.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as she pushed on your head, grinding against your tongue. Your right had was holding her thigh down while your left looked her her clit. And once you found it, it was game over. You played with it like it was your only purpose in life, making small circles on her clit, drinking in her moans and high pitched pleas.

“Oh my god! Fuck y/n! S-so good!” She whimpered, tugging your hair.

You rubbed your thighs together, craving friction. She tasted so good, you almost forgot to breathe.

Pulling back for a second to gasp in a breath of air your eyes met hers. Her eyes were half lidded and her cheeks were flushed- she was fucking gorgeous.

You buried your face back inbetween her thighs, deciding you needed to taste her cum. Instead of toying with her clit, your fingers dove into her tight hole, making her squeal.

“Fuck- yes!” She yelped out as you glided your fingers over that spot, bringing her closer to her release.

“Cum for me, Ochako.” You pulled back for long enough to urge her closer to the edge.

“R-right there! I’m gonna c- fuck!” She whined, hands grabbing at the sheets on the unfamiliar bed.

You bullied her g-spot, needing her to cum- craving her so deeply.

With a scream, Ochako’s pussy tightened, and you almost stopped. But you didn’t. And she came all over your face. Within a few seconds, your chin was covered in her juices, your fingers becoming pruny as you continued thrusting your fingers in and out of her tightening hole- feeling it flutter around you while you fucked her through her orgasm.

“Jesus fuck- y/n pleaseee-“ Ochako started pleading, her head fuzzy as she came down from her high.

Pulling back from her pussy and wiping her off of your chin, you asked, “What is it baby?”

“Wan’ taste you. So much pl- please.” She whimpered, pushing herself up on her elbow.

In that moment, you knew what you needed.

“Hang on baby hang on. I wanna-“ you stood, leaning down to hold her face in your one clean hand. “- wanna take you back to my place. I wanna take my time with you. Shit. You’re so fucking delicious- I need to savor it.” You admitted in a whisper.

“Take me. Fucking take me, Y/n please.” She finished her plea with a kiss, tasting herself on your mouth- making her whine.

“C’mon baby.” You said, helping her get dressed, wiping your mouth on the inside of your forearm.

Walking downstairs while holding Ochakos hand- helping her a little as well- you found Mina in the crowd.

“Mins! Hey- me and Ochako are heading back- uh to our place.” You said, trying not to get close enough for her to smell you.

“Oh. My god. Uraraka! You and- Jesus Christ! Okay yeah- whatever. I’m gonna make sure i come home late you sluts.” She joked, shooing you with her hand.

“I can drive us.” Ochako said as you walked out of the house without bidding anyone else goodbye. You’d taken not earlier that she was drinking soda- thanking god silently that she hadn’t been drinking alcohol.

“Can you drive fast?” You asked, feeling greedy as the wetness between your legs still grew.

“Sure can, sweetheart. Give me the directions.” She giggled, pulling her keys out.

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holycrimin · 3 years

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It hurts to love.

Karl heisenberg x male!reader

Tags: Hanahaki and angst

SFW

(Note: In this au, none of the main events happen with ethan, as he is not in this story. Also SPOILER WARNING.)

(Warning: probably shitty plot, but i'm trying my best ok)

[Your pov]

It all started a year or two ago, when mother miranda had found me lurking around the village. As i was not a local, she deemed me suspicous. However, before she had the chance to kill me, She had a spark in her eye. As if she had an idea. And before i knew it she was using me as some sort of vessel for her daughter, Eva. Although i am a male, she had seen something special in me apparently. I had also found out that her daughter had passed away and she was determined to bring her back.

It failed.

The experiment... failed.

I was no longer deemed useful.

She had proposed me two options. become a servant or assistant to one of the lords, or die. A slow, and painful death.

Of course I chose to be an assistant.

She was kind enough to let me choose who to work for, thankfully.

Lady dimitrescu was very much intimidating. And from what I've heard, if you mess up even just a little while working for her, you will be sent to the dungeons. Never to be seen again. And she isnt really fond of men, so I wont be choosing her.

Next up was Donna Beneviento. She was nice, although her doll 'Angie' is a little... how do I say this... creepy. It doesnt help that i have a huge fear of mannequins and dolls, so I dont think i'll be choosing her anytime soon.

And then theres Salvatore Moreau, dont get me wrong he's a great guy but.. he might accidentally drown me. I might be overreacting, but the guy smells. Although, I feel bad that he's treated so poorly by the other Lords, but i think it's for the best if i stay away from him.

And.. i guess my only option left is Lord Heisenberg. I just hope that he wont be that much of a hassle, even if he IS kind of an asshole...

A day before i start working at the factory, Mother Miranda forced us to spend the day together. To 'get to know eachother' I assume.

Lord Heisenberg looked pissed off, he wasn't really fond of me. He was more pissed off at Mother miranda though. Most likely because he was forced to spend time with me. I quickly learned what he called the 'basics of him'. Basically, common facts. Such as, the fact that he can bend metal and his deep hatred for Mother Miranda. that was basically all that he told me.

The following day was my first day at the factory. As we were walking along the factory, he stopped in his tracks. "Listen pup, there's rules." He practically growled. "First of all, Don't touch my shit. Second of all, don't go around the factory without me knowing. And third of all, Don't try to get to know me, we're keeping a proffessional relationship, got it?" He said.

"Uh.. y-yes Lord Heisenberg." I very nervously stammered, lightly blushing at the nickname he gave me.

"Good, now let's get to work."

Present day

That was around a year or two ago, and while i have gotten closer to the other lords, i never managed to get to get close to Lord Heisenberg. And..

I'm an idiot who fell for him... And... I know he'll never feel the same way. I've tried getting his attention, impressing him, but... nothing's working. Every time i try to get close to him, wether it's emotionally or physically. I get pushed away, literally and figuratively.

It's my fault really. I fell inlove with a man who was emotionally closed off. His charisma, his voice, everything about him just makes me fall more and more inlove with him.

I know i wont have a chance, hell, i dont even know if he's into guys... Guess i really am an idiot, huh?

Later that day, Lord Heisenberg asked me to help him with something. I agreed of course, and during that time I tried to know him more. "Jesus christ, are you trying to get me to open up or something? Cause' that's not gonna happen, so give it up." He spat out, "a-ah... sorry Lord Heisenberg.." I stammered out.

A few minutes of silence pass. Suddenly, he grabbed my hands. "I- ugh.. Just- you're doing it wrong. Here, let me help." He said, while holding my hands 'teaching me how to do it right'.

Of course my face started heating up, the feeling of his slightly roughed up hands on mine... it feels nice. Although this is probably the only time i'll ever get close to him.

"Hey pet, you ok? Geez, you're practically as red as a tomato." He said, while still holding my hands. "Uh.. y-yeah..! Uhm... i.. i'm good.." i stuttered, feeling his breath on top of my head. He was bigger and taller than me after all.

"Well, whatever you say, pup." He shrugged as he continued his work. I got a little flustered on the nickname, i never got used to that..

After, he went and ordered me to get supplies fron the duke.

As i was walking along the pathway to the duke, a few lycans were following me. They didnt seem to be attacking, so i just left them alone. However when i reached the duke, the lycans were gone. How strange.

"Well well well, if it isn't Heisenbergs pet! What brings you here, young man?" He says, with a shit eating grin. "Ah.. well, i'm just here for some supplies is al-" i was then cut off with a series of coughs, "Oh my, are you alright?" said the duke, genuinely concerned. "O-oh i'm fine i ju-" i was then cut off by another series of coughs, but just when i stopped, a small white flower petal came out of my mouth.

"Oh dear, i hope this isn't what i think it is... Are you sure you are alright?" Asked the duke. "I.. i dont know," i pause and look at the small flower petal in my hand. "do you know what's happening..?" I questioned him, very much confused. "It may be something called the 'Hanahaki disease'. It was said to just be an urban legend. Where, if you were suffering from unrequited love, you would begin to cough up flower petals." He explained. "I didnt think it was real.." he muttered to himself.

"..." i was silent as i stared in shock and horror, I'm.. coughing up flowers..? Like actual, real flowers...?

From.. unrequited love.... i should've known, i... i should've known that he would never feel the same way.

How could i be so stupid, to think he would fall for a mere mortal like me. Or atleast.. i think i'm mortal. "Well," the duke spoke up, "luckily there are two ways you can get rid of the sickness." My eyes lit up, "the person you like, either loves you back," he continued "or, you can get surgery. Not only will it remove the flowers, it also removes all of your feelings for this particullar person permanently."

"Th-that's great! I can finally get this 'hanahaki' disease while also getting rid of my feelings for him-!"

"Him?" The duke asked as he cut me off, "do you mean Lord Heisenberg?"

"Uh-" as i think about him, i start coughing again. This time, blood was spilling over. And so were many petals. "Oh dear.. so just the mere thought of him triggers it..?" He said, concerned. "Uh... i'll just... take the supplies. Thank you though, duke."

"No problem, stay safe. But remember, the longer you wait around with the flowers still inside you, the worse your state will become." He informs me,

"I'll try to get the surgery as fast as possible duke." I said, waving him goodbye.

As soon as i walked out, those same lycans followed me all the way back to the factory. Strange isn't it? Anyway, when you finally arrived at the factory, supplies in hand, I hear Lord Heisenberg open up the door.

"Here, let me help you with those." He says as he starts taking some of the bags.

"...Why are you being so nice all of a su-sudden?" I stammer as i try to hold in a cough. "Would you rather not have me nice, pup?" he growled. As i opened my mouth to speak, i was interrupted but a fit of coughs. Blood spilt out as did the petals. Heisenberg didn't seem to notice as he was already far ahead.

I try to cover it up as much as i can as i try to catch up with him. "Jeez.. Finally, you caught up-" he cut himself off. "Why is there blood on your face?" He said, slightly concerned. I froze. "Uh.." that was all i could say. "Whatever.." he said as he wiped the blood away from my face. A faint blush spread accross my cheeks.

I excused myself to the bathroom as i felt another fit of coughs. More blood splattered out as well as more petals. God it hurts. I heard a knock on the door. "Hey pet, you've been there a while, you sure you're alright?" He said

"Uh- yeah, i-i'm fine..!" I said, trying to hold in my coughs. "Well just make it quick, we have work to do." "Yes sir..!" I reply back quickly, not wanting to upset him. I quickly cleaned myself up and walked out of the bathroom. "Took you long enough." He sighed, annoyed. He went ahead and grabbed his hammer, dragging it along the metal floors. It was loud enough for him to not hear you cough up more petals.

~later that week~

My condition kept getting worse and worse, to the point i was barely able to breath. I've consulted the duke, however nothing seemed to work. No matter how much medicine, herbs or other medicinal items i jammed into my body, it just won't go away.

I was asked to come over Lady Dimitrescus castle, i'm not exactly sure why. Maybe she heard of this 'hanahaki' disease?

As i make my way to the castle, lycans started to follow me. Even more than before, why was this happening?

I finally arrive at the castle, the lycans seem to be watching me very carefully. I hear the doors open, and out came a tall lady. "Ah, Y/N! I'm glad you came! Come in." She said, holding the door open for me.

I walked in and was immediately tackled with a hug. "Uncle Y/N! You came!" Exclamed Daniela, one of Lady Dimitrescus daughters. "Oh, uh... hello Daniela." I say, hugging back. I never imagined them to warm up to me. "Now now Daniela, me and your Uncle Y/N have something to discuss."

"Aww man... well, i'll see you around Uncle Y/N!" She waved goodbye to me. "I'll see you around, Daniela." I say as i wave back. As soon as her footsteps were no longer in range, i spoke up. "So.. what did you want to talk about..?" I carefully asked the tall woman, not wanting to be sliced to bits. "Well, as i said before, the duke has informed me of something related to your wellbeing."

"So... you've heard about this.. 'hanahaki' disease, i assume...?" I say as i tense up even more. "The duke told me about it, and when i asked why he was informing me about this, he simply stated it had something to do with you. So tell me, do you have it?" She asked me with a concerned expression.

"W-well.. I-.." i say, sighing. "Yes, as far as i know." I reply, not wanting to lie to her. "As much as i dislike that wretched man, Heisenberg, i must ask, is he the object of your affection?" I froze. "Well... uh-" i cut myself off as i break into a fit of coughs growing more and more violent than the last. "Oh dear- MAIDS!" She called out, panicking, as blood and petals fall out of my mouth. She patted my back as i continue to cough. "So... it is Heisenberg.. I am terribly sorry Y/N i did not know this would happen.." she said, apologetically.

"I-it's alright-" i break into another fit of coughs. But instead of petals, this time, there were fully grown flowers. "i.. i can't b-breath.." i say almost blacking out. The last thing i see and hear are the maids, Lady Dimitrescu shouting to get the duke, and the door opening to reveal... Lord Heisenberg..? "Goddammit, out of my way-!" Was the last thing i heard before blacking out.

•

.....

I woke up to the duke. I sat upright, "what... happ-" i was then cut off by the duke. "You're awake! Honestly, i.. didnt know if you would wake up.." he said sadly. "Thankfully, i was able to patch you up just fine. And after days and hours of research, i finally found an alternative to your hanahaki!" The duke said, switching from a sad, to a cheerful mood.

My eyes light up, "W-wait, really!?" I said as a smile creeps up on my face. The duke gives me a small bottle, "Here, take this. Free of charge!" He said as he smiles brightly. "Now, you should drink it as soon as possible. Lord Heisenberg is waiting for you outside."

"I will, thank you duke!" I said as i waved him goodbye. As I walked to the gates, I take the small bottle and drink it. Within seconds, the flowers were gone. I could finally breath again!

Walking out with a small smile, I saw Lord Heisenberg. "Oh, hey-!.. uh.. i mean, hey. You're awake, lets... get back to the factory..." he stammered out.

Was it just me, or were there tears on his face..?

The walk to the factory was silent, but as we walk up to the factory gates, he stops dead in his tracks. "Before we go in, I just uh.. wanted to let you know that the duke let me know about how you really felt about me." He said. "And.. after a long time of thinking about it.." he cuts himself off as his cheeks turn red,

"...I like you too." He confesses.

But,

I don't feel any different.

I don't have butterflies in my stomach.

I don't even feel my face heating up.

It was like...

I was never inlove with him in the first place.

"I... I'm sorry, Lord Heisenberg... but.. I dont feel the same way anymore. I think... it was that small bottle the duke gave me, but.. I am sorry, i don't feel the same way." "W-wait.. you're.. you're joking, right...?" I watch as his expression goes from flustered to heartbreak. "..." i grow silent.

"Let's... let's get inside... we'll catch a cold if we don't." I say, opening the doors to the factory, not wanting the situation to get more awkward. "...Y... yeah... just, gimme a minute.." he says as his voice was slightly shaking. "Alright.. just... please be quick, you'll get a cold." I said, walking in and closing the door on him.

[Heisenbergs pov]

"I... I'm sorry, Lord Heisenberg... but.. I dont feel the same way anymore. I think... it was that small bottle the duke gave me, but.. I am sorry, i don't feel the same way."

"W-wait.. you're.. you're joking, right...?" I say with my voice slightly shaking. Dammit.. god... fucking...

DAMMIT...!

Just when i thought i finally found the love of my life, he's stripped away from me.

"..." he was silent.

I could feel the heartbreak slowly filling me up.

"Let's... let's get inside... we'll catch a cold if we don't."

"...Y... yeah... just, gimme a minute.." i stammer while i try not to break down infront of him.

"Alright.. just... please be quick, you'll get a cold." He says, as he walks in and shuts the door. Heh.. it's cute how he still worries about me when..

Nevermind.

I need some time to thi-

My thoughts were interrupted when i started to violently cough. What i didn't expect though...

Was a flower petal.

"..."

"Heh..."

"So this is what he felt." I said, as i look at the bloody flower petal in my hand.

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thechangeling · 3 years

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Shame

Kit reflects on his life and his sexual orientation. I guess this is kind of a character study peice but also partly headcanon.

Ok so massive trigger warnings for internalized homophobia and biphobia. Also a 2012 definition and understanding of bisexuality and gender sk sorry about that but I wanted to be accurate to the time period.

I still have a lot of internalized homophobia even in the year of our lord 2021 so I wanted to work through it in my writing I guess.

"I think you're only fighting for the sake of fighting. Because it's the only state in which you can function. The only way to stop that voice in your head from driving you insane. The one telling you that you should be ashamed of yourself for having loved him."

- Black Sails: Season 2 Episide 5

Kit could remember the first time he felt it as clear as day. The first time he felt that twinge at the pit of his stomach after being reprimanded for talking about his crush on a boy. The inward cringe that followed. That disgust others showed him, reflected back onto himself.

Self loathing became as easy as breathing at such a young age.

He could distinctly remember being in mundane first grade and being asked by a loud girl with light blond hair and crystal blue eyes who he had a crush on. Kit had seen no reason to lie at the time. He had told the girl that he had two crushes. One on a girl in their class who was shy and asocial (he had always had a thing for nerds apparently) with her jet black hair that was always full of hello kitty clips, and another on a boy in a different class who was blond like him with a round face and a giant friendly smile that Kit loved to stare at.

At the time he had no real sense of the seriousness of what he was saying. No sense that he was breaking an unspoken rule in the eyes of his classmates. But Kit would never forget the look on the girls face. The eyes that narrowed in distain, the curled lip and the way her nose crinkled in disgust as she she said, "boys arent supposed to have crushes on boys. That's gross." And the cackling laughter of his classmates surrounding him.

And the feeling that followed, the one that would become as familiar and easy as breathing.

Shame.

That pinch in his gut and the way his blood went cold like someone had just injected him with antifreeze. And then the sinking in his chest accompanied by the realization that he had done something terrible. Kit realized that day that he could never make that same mistake again. So after that day he vowed never to talk about his interest in boys ever again.

The first time he heard the word gay he was eight and it was as an insult. It wasn't directed at him but it still felt like it was. He learned to make the connection between the word and disgust and contempt. But as he grew older he became relieved, because he knew he liked girls. He had always thought they were pretty with their soft skin and nice smelling hair. This meant he wasn't gay so he was safe. He convinced himself that he had just been confused before when he was younger.

So he grew up pushing those feelings to the side and telling himself convincing lies over and over until he finally believed it, and Johnny Rook made it easy. Kit was often so preoccupied with running cons and keeping a low profile that he didn't have much time for self reflection. When he found his gaze wandering, he told himself he was just being curious or suspicious or just appreciating an attractive guy from a purely aesthetic point of view and there was absolutely nothing else to it. He kissed pretty girls whenever he had the chance and enjoyed it and relished in the fact that this meant he was safe.

From an outside perspective it may have looked like Kit Herondale was losing control of the situation.

Maybe they were right.

Tiberius Nero Blackthorn felt like a giant fuck you from the universe for believing that he could ever escape this. Or maybe he was a test. But whatever Ty was, it was a little hard to care when he was animatedly explaining the reproductive cycle of a starfish and beaming at Kit with his rare carefree smile that made Kit feel like he was drowning in bliss.

And despite everything. Despite Kit's fear, it made him want to smile too. The urge to reach out and touch Ty was like a burning in his veins, accompanied by the foolish belief that if Kit could just run his fingers through Ty's matted black hair or press his forehead against his, then everything would be alright.

Kit wasn't sure if he should be grateful or furious.

"How beautiful" had been his first thought upon seeing him. Slipping out of some deep treacherous part of him before he could stop it. Followed of course by the shame.

But he wasn't gay. It didn't matter that Ty was beautiful and captivating and made him feel like he was strong enough to fight the gods themselves given the challenge. It didn't mean anything. He was just confused.

And when Julian made a comment about Herondales having a certain type when he called Clary hot, he ignored the twisting of his insides and the painful fact that his thoughts were drifting off into forbidden territory. He pretended that he was what Julian said he was. What he was supposed to be.

When Livvy had asked him to kiss her it felt like a lifeline. A way to distract himself from all the chaos in his life as well as a way to take his mind off of Ty. A pretty girl was giving him something to cling onto, if only for a moment. He still paused to look upwards. An automatic reflex. Almost as if he was a magnet trying to snap back into it's original place.

Livvy kissed him and although it was nice and sweet, he still felt nothing. Only longing for something else.

Then he learned about Kieran and how he was basically Mark's ex boyfriend. He had been sure that Mark was dating Emma so he asked Livvy about it. She had given him a confused look and just said that Mark was bisexual.

Bisexual.

He had heard the word before, mostly to describe celebrities who wanted to make a name for themselves in the tabloids. Kit had always quickly dismissed it before he could allow himself to actually ponder the idea. It was safer to assume it wasn't actually real, because if it wasn't real then it couldn't be him. He wouldn't have to face up to the fact that an attraction to men and women sounded uncomfortably accurate and familiar.

Bisexual. It gnawed at him in his sleep. Poking at his insides and refusing to let him forget it. And so Kit clued his eyes shut and squirmed his way out if it. He thought of the way Ty's smoke coloured eyes seemed to bore into Kit's soul. The sharp angles of his cheekbones and curve of his cupid's bow. Kit thought of the way Ty had asked if he could give Kit a permanent rune and when Kit had answered sarcasticly, Ty's crestfallen expression had horrified him to the point where Kit had practically begged Ty to do it.

Anything to get that look off Ty's face. But it wasn't like that he reminded himself. It wasn't love. It wasn't love.

Jesus. Love. Just the idea of the word sent Kit into a blind panic. And there was that old familiar feeling curling around his gut. That same disgust. That shame.

Not towards Ty. No of course not. He could never feel that way about Ty, or Mark or Kieran or Helen or Aline or anyone else because they didn't deserve it.

But he did. He always did.

When Livvy was killed, Kit almost felt a sense of relief because at least now he had something else to focus on, something g else to worry about. If he was focused on protecting Ty from his own worst instincts then he wouldn't have time to get list I'm thoughts he shouldn't be having.

He knew this made him a selfish horrible person. Kit accepted it.

Kit knew this plan of Ty's was a reckless and horrible idea but he just couldn't stand to see him in pain. He also couldn't bare the thought if what might happen if he refused to help Ty. Also he was helpless in the face of Ty's pleading gaze. Deep down Kit knew that he would probably do anything for him.

He would break himself trying to put Ty back together.

It wasn't until Ty actually attempted the spell that Kit finally cracked. He couldn't let Ty go through with this. He couldn't risk it.

Why? Something inside of him pondered.

Why?

Because Kit was going to die if something happened to Ty. The spell was going to go bad and Ty was going to get hurt or killed and Kit's heart was going to be brutally ripped from his chest and it was going to be unbearable.

Because-

"I love you Ty," he breathed, hating himself instantly. "I love you."

Ty didn't respond. He didn't react, didnt even flinch. Just stared blankly at Kit.

Shame.

It was going to ruin him. It was going to swallow him whole.

Yikes that was kinda all over the place sorry.

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brelione · 4 years

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Rafe Dating A Pogue

You worked for his dad,meaning that he had seen you around plenty of times

You pretty much ignored him everytime he tried to talk to you

He had managed to get you to listen to him for two minutes

He tried to fit everything he wanted to say in those two minutes,trying really hard to charm you

“Im not your bitch Rafe.”You rolled your eyes,walking away.He was too stoned to walk fast,instead shouting to you. “Is there any chance I could be your bitch?”He shouted.

He tried really hard to stay away from the pogues,thinking that if he didnt mess with your friends maybe it would make his chances better

The next time he approached you was when you were carrying shit from the docks and onto Ward’s boat

“So how are you doing today,beautiful?”He asked,leaning against the boat.You rolled your eyes,walking past him. “Go fuck some rich bitch,Cameron.”You snapped at him.

He tried working on himself as a person,trying to figure out what you didnt like about him

He went up to Kiara as she was on a walk,struggling to keep up

“So like,did you tell (Y/N) shit about me?”He asked.She turned,looking up at him. “What?”She asked.He sighed. “Why does she hate me so much?”He asked.Kiara scoffed. “Oh as if you didnt beat the shit out of JJ and Pope.Go fuck yourself.”She took a short cut down a hill.He cupped his hands over his mouth. “Can you not tell her about this?”He shouted.

He set alarms in his phone for when you were supposed to come around so he could make his hair look nice and wear more simple shirts

He basically just tried not to look stuck up

He sat inside the boat,waiting for you

You walked in,groaning when you saw him. “Jesus-what the fuck do you want?”You asked.He bit his lip,smiling and sitting up properly. “Um...you look pretty today.”He blushed.You leaned against the wall,raising an eyebrow. “Today?As in I looked hideous the last time you saw me but today I got lucky?”You asked.He gulped,shaking his head. “No,no,You look pretty all the time but like you also look pretty today and I thought you should know that you look pretty today.”He stammered.You let out a low,emotionless laugh. “I know.”You answered.

It took him eight months of not getting into fights and complimenting you every time he saw you to finally get your number

Well,you took his number and he waited for hours to get a text.

You texted him at 11:53 pm calling him an asshat

He got you to go on a date with him to a coffee shop,also bringing you a necklace with a turtle on it because he heard you say that it was your favorite animal once

“I got you this.”He held out his hand,showing you the necklace.You raised your eyebrows,looking between him and the necklace. “Why?”You asked.He shrugged. “Just because.”He answered.

He had waited for you to make a move,not wanting to mess things up

You kissed him after he had driven you back to your house after your fourth date

You had simply reached over,cupped his face and pecked his lips before grabbing your bag and hopping out of his car and into your house without another word

You really liked his bathroom and would just sit in the empty bath tub when you went over sometimes

He’d knock at the door,worried. “Hey,you okay?Its been twenty minutes.”He opened the door,seeing you laying in the tub.You turned red from embarrassment,sitting up. “I like your bath.”You told him.

So he turned on the water and took a bath with you

He accidentally called someone a “Filthy Pogue” in front of you

“Im a pogue,Rafe.” “No,no I dont see you as a pogue.” “Then you dont see me,Rafe!Im a fucking Pogue and you cant change that.”

You hadnt talk to him for three days after that until he bought you a cat to make up for it

“I know that you dont support turtles being sold in pet stores because they’re mistreated so I went to the shelter and got you a half deaf cat.”He told you,lifting up the large ginger cat.You sighed,yawning. “You got me a half deaf cat?”You asked.He nodded,still holding the cat out to you.

He would come over to your house with cat food and cat toys because he knew that you couldnt afford it

He took you to the golf course,trying to teach you

“You really do this all the time?This shit is boring as hell.” “Is it really?What would you rather do?”

That lead you to try teaching him how to surf

“How do you find this fun?I keep almost drowning!”He exclaimed,holding onto his board tightly.You laughed,shaking your head. “You’re such a fucking kook,babe.”

He never tried to get you to change your style,understanding that it was pretty much your culture and way of life

“Is it true that kooks wipe their asses with ten dollar bills?” “No.” “Is it true that you guys are all part of the illuminati?” “No.”

You really loved his pool

“You know whats cool about pools?” “Hmm?” “I dont get sand up my ass.”

You had to call him once cause you got lost in his house

Ward had gotten used to you,a pogue,dating one of his kids so John.B and Sarah werent insane to think about

Speaking of Sarah her and Wheezie liked you a lot

Wheezie had a lot of questions about the cut and being a pogue,asking about why you all wore bracelets

Rafe’s style had changed since he met you,now keeping one of your bracelets and one of your bandanas around his wrist as all times

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oh-for-fic-sake · 4 years

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Grand theft Auto

You get a stow away at Tesco.

Warnings: swearing, fluff

A/N:Another blurb? Working hard on so many things I need these quick little works to take a breather. This basically came about after chatting to @being-worthy

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You huffed moving the trolly full of shopping...You could feel the eyes, laughter rippling through the passers by. You swore, fuck the 5p charge on bags! You had bags for life...But they were left in your car...Again. And isn't it funny how bags for life got smaller and more expensive?

You shook your head growling ignoring the chatter. You knew what you were doing fuck them! You huffed you were an adult...Or so your mum said honestly you didnt feel it at the moment rolling up behinde your car popping open the boot.

Fuck that was hot! You frowned feeljng the heat escape the car you cant breath! You moved opening drivers door trying to get some air in the car. Cool it down before you got in. You'd forgot to get the aircon redone so that was out of the equation.

You growled yanking out the bags and huffed quickly trying to stuff your shopping in the bags as fast as you could wanting to just get home.

You felt so stupid this adulting thing was hard you just wanted to go back, to a simple time where mum would remind you to get your purse so you didn't look like a tit trying to buy milk with no money. Yeah that was a laugh.

Finally you had managed to pack the bags and closed the boot. You looked over to the trolly lock up...It was three bays over. You looked to your open door then the trolleys again and shrugged, keys tight in your hand. You'd risk it.

You moved quickly returning your trolly having to wait a few koments as a few kids in front tried working out how to get their pound back. After a few nerve wracking mineuts you managed to tuck your trolly away getting your pound coin back and jogged back to your car. Happy when you noticed the air was much cooler now. Just as you went to get in and toss your handbag in you heard it.

Panting? What the-OH JESUS! You squeaked reversing a few steps clutching your bag in front of you. There was a dog in your car....A big dog...A big fluffy dog. You blinked and moved closer slowly looking around for soemone who looked like they lost a dog.

He seemed pretty happy panting his tongue lolling out in what could be a smile?

"Hey there puppy? Err are you a nice puppy?" You were stumped the dog wagged his tail and lifted his head sniffing in your direction then leaned back on the seat looking out the windscreen. Almost as if asking why you wasn't getting in and driving him home.

"Hey pupper-roo err you need to get out now...This isnt you car love" he stopped panting and looked at you seriously, then climbed over the center consol and sat down on the passenger seat and stared at you. His stare was freaking you out so you stood back holding your hands up.

"Okay okay boo your cool you err you just stay there then" at that he began panting happily again. That was fucking freaky.

You spun around trying to see where the fuck the big boy had come from, sure there was a large park that dog walkers used a two minute walk from here behind the superstore and they did park here to walk them. You scratched you head looking around.

Do you shut him in? Leave the window open? No he was big he'd over heat and knowing your luck someone would fucking smash in a window to free him. You eyed him he did look hot. You moved pulljng out awayer bottle from your bag you'd got it for you but...He was panting hard!

You unscrewed the cap and crept around to the passenger side where he was happily making himself at home. You slowly pulled open the door and held out the bottle slowly. He swung around seeming to know that you were givingn him a drink. You tipped the bottle up and he greedily lapped as the flow of water.

You winced at how wet your seat was getting but this was a good dead. Adults did them! You were an adult and this doggy was lost and you will help find his owner.

You swallowed slowly moveing a hand to stroke him he watched but huffed and continued drinking the offered water. You smiled petting him slowly and twisted his collar around seeing a tag with a number. Bingo!

You quickly pulled the bottle away from him and got out you phone to dial the number making sure to keep your body covering the door so he wouldnt run off it was dangerous!

"Kal like Superman? Holy shit fair play your a big boy~ okay Kal sit tight I'm gonna call your owner okay boo?" He didn't seemed to care he just kept pawing at your hand trying to get more water you sighed tipping it again a little shallower this time so he could spill less. You typed in the number it rang twice.

"Hi err I've found dog?..Well he found me really."

"Oh my god really thank god is he okay?" You smiled hearing the relief.

"Yes yes he is fine snuck into my car little bugger-I'm at tesco by the park? I'm down the end on the right hand side along the wall"

"Oh he did I'm so sorry he loves car rides, I'm just crossing the road now I'll be a minute"

"Its no problem like I said he is fine, having a drink... I'm the yellow juke cant miss me~" he chuckled down the phone and you heard a bit of scuffling and wind rushing.

"I see you!" He said hanging up the phone and then you saw him, a huge beast of a man running to towards you in a blue tank top...Fuck.

He came to a stop infront of you and Kal barked but didnt move from his spot. The man quickly stood beside you leaning kissing the Kal on the face and clipped his lead on him.

"Kal you- dont you ever do that again! You hear me I thought I'd lost you boy...I'm so sorry, thank you I was terrified!" You laughed him off smiling patting his back the man was clearly shaken at losing his dog. You could sense he was embarrassed and decided to make a quip.

"You? I just about had a heart attack, I put back my trolly and he was trying out a little grand theft auto~" you both laughed out loud.

"Yeah that sounds about right~ I'm sorry about all this...He is a funny bugger...I can see why he was drawn to you though" the man held his hand out

"I'm Yenry and you already know Kal here" you gulped and shook his hand

"Y/n and honestly its no problem I'm gald I could help you both...You got here fast though" he laughed rubbing his neck and tried tugging Kal out of the car subtly but the dog was as stubborn as a mule.

"Kal come on its time to get out of the pretty ladies car I'm sure she needs to get home to her husband" you chuckled cheeks heating at the obvious flirtation.

"Quick sprint does the heart good!" You smiled eyeing him you doubted there was anything wrong with this mans heart but okay.

"Or stopp it completely~ I can't run for shit" he smiled eyeing you up and down with a cheeky grin.

"I wish! Then I'd have someone to pack all this shit away when I get home~" he turned to you a sly smile.

"No boyfriend?" You flushed not expecting him to take it to far but you shook your head. Watching as his face split into a grin and he laughed nodding to Kal rubbing his ears as if to say good job. Then turned to you licking and biting at his bottom lip.

"Well how about that? You err Kals walk isn't up...We normally get a coffee in town after...If you er want-want to come...So I can repay you he did get your seat wet...And ruin your day" you blushed twiddling your keys. Should you? I mean he is a stranger but...You can't deny you'd like to spend more time with him.

"I mean Kal he er wont be moving for love nor money now he is comfy~ so we may just have to forgo coffee and chat here all day~" you giggled looking at the huge dog who yawned slumping back against your seat.

"Well a latte does sound nice after the morning I've had" he smiled moving to face Kal.

"Come on boy we got a date" you watched shaking your head when instantly Kal jumped down prancing his feet looking up at you and Henry shut your car door. You locked the car and followed the two across the car park as henry began striking up conversation.

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just-my-fandom · 4 years

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Chapter 2: Trick or Treat, Freak

Summary: After Will sees something terrible on trick-or-treat night, Mike wonders whether Eleven’s still out there. Nancy wrestles the truth about Barb. Dustins sister finally talks to Mad Max, but doesn’t get the response she wanted.

Tag list; @folly-olly @chinchillagirl18

Story list; Chapter 1

Note; Damn I suck at keeping up with series’, I’m sorry it took me five months to get the second chapter in, school and work is keeping me (too) occupied! I also started improvising in the end because my Netflix has been cutting out, and I don’t know the episode word-for-word by heart!

“Oh! I want to see those pearly whites!”

You and Dustin are dressed all out. Gray suits and large backpacks, each holding your own proton blaster. Side by side, you aim your blasters at one another, smiling at the camera your mother held up,

“Who you gonna call?” Claudia hums the Ghostbusters theme song, and laughs when you purposefully hit Dustin in the shoulder with your blaster.

You skid your bike to a stop just outside the school, laughing when Will runs up, yelling, “Ghostbusters!”

“Hey, Spengler!”

“Egon!”

“Venkman!”

“Whoa whoa.” Mike pulls you away from Lucas, pointing to Lucas’ name tag on his suit, “Why are you Venkman?”

“Because I’m Venkman.” Lucas states, Mike shaking his head. “No, I’m Venkman.”

“Why can’t there just be two Venkmans?” Will asks, innocently, Mike scoffing and glaring at Lucas. “Because there’s only one Venkman in real life. We planned this months ago.”

Mike presses a hand to his chest. “I’m Venkman. Y/N’s Barrett, Dustin’s Stantz, Will’s Egon, and you’re Winston.”

“I specifically didn’t agree to Winston.” Lucas crosses his arms, Mikes eyes widening in an ‘are you serious’ expression. “Yes, you did!”

“I don’t think he did.” You look at Will, who shakes his head. “No one wants to be Winston.”

“What’s wrong with Winston?” Mike looks at you, and you press your lips together, tightly. “Winston joined the team super late, he’s not really funny, or a scientist.”

“Yeah but he’s still cool.”

“If hes so cool.” Lucas snips, “Then you be Winston.”

“I cant.” Mike sighs, and your eyes scan the school yard as they continue to argue, furrowed brows relaxing with realization. “Shit.” You face the group, “Guys?”

The four boys look at you, and you point past them, to the kids getting off the bus. “Why is no one else wearing costumes?”

Standing at your lockers side by side, Will watches you unzip your suit and step out of it. “You wore clothes underneath?”

“You didnt?” You pick up the suit and bag and shove them into your locker, slamming it shut before picking up your bookbag, turning and jerking to a stop to stare at Max, who rolled down the hall towards you on her skateboard.Your eyes watch as she skids to a stop in front of her locker, putting her board inside and grabbing her books for the next class.

“You really like her, huh?” You blink and look at Will, shaking your head as you sigh, deeply. “No. It’ll go away.” Your eyes shift back to the red head. “I hope.”

“Why dont you just talk to her?” Will asks, and you frown, finally turning your full attention to him. “She called us stalkers and creeps. I dont think she’d want to be friends with a creepy stalker.” Without realizing, your eyes are on her again, “Besides, she probably doesnt even like girls.”

“You never know until you talk to her.” Will raises an eyebrow, and you squint your eyes. “Since when did you get so good at this kinda stuff?”

“My mom has a boyfriend.” Will shrugs, and you snort, nodding towards the classroom you both shared down the hall. “C’mon.”

. . .

Max opens her locker and shoves her first and second period books inside, heaving a deep sigh of exhaustion.

A small clearing of a throat causes her to glance over, finding you, shifting your bookbag on your shoulder, and a nervous smile on your lips. Cute.

“Uh, hey.” You wave, and instantly drop your hand to your side, “I’m Y/N.”

“I know.” She nods, once, shifting onto one foot, “You’re a stalker like your four buddies.”

You laugh, nervously, shaking your hand as you pull at the sleeves of your shirt. “No. No, we weren’t stalking you. I-I mean my brother and my friend, Lucas, were, but I was just curious. You’re new here in Hawkins and I saw that you really like Dig Dug at the arcade.”

“So your brother is Dustin?” Max raises an eyebrow, and you nod, “Great. So you’re related to a stalker.”

“My twin, actually.” You flinch, “That’s not what I came to you about. Halloweens tonight, and since you’re new to town, I was wondering if you wanted to go trick or treating with us.”

“No thanks.” Max slams her locker shut, stepping back, “I dont hang out with stalkers.” You press your lips together when she turns around, walking down the hall to the classroom you also had to walk to.

“Great talk.” You exhale, shakily, glancing around before following her. You drop down into your desk and heave a deep sigh, Will glancing over at you then to Max settled in the back, “So?”

“So what, Will?” You mutter, dropping your notebook on your desk before crossing your arms, leaning into your seat. “Did you talk to her?”

“Did I talk to her?” You repeat, and Dustin looks over his shoulder at your harsh tone, “Yeah I talked to her. She called me a stalker and a creep. Us stalkers and creeps. So she wants nothing to do with me.”

Will frowns and glances at Dustin, before he watches you prop your chin on your hand, and write the notes on the board.

. . .

“You’re late.” Billy is propped up against his car, cigar in hand as he watched Max round to the passenger side,

“I had to pick up make up homework.”

“Jesus, I don’t care.” Billy tosses his cigar down, stomping on it before tossing open his door, “Late again and you’re skating home.”

Max waits until he’s in the car before rolling her eyes, settling in next to him and curling up against the window. Halfway down the road is when Billy decides to speak up again. “God, this place is a shithole.”

“It’s not that bad.” Max protests, quietly, mind taking her back to you. She had seen how quiet you were in class today. She caused that by being cold to you in the hallway.

“You liking it here?” Billy snips, eyes glancing at her then back to stare at the road, “It smells like literal cow shit.”

“No.”

“Then why are you defending it?” Billy narrows his eyes to Max, but misses her rolling her eyes a second time that day. “I’m not.”

“Sure seems like it.”

“It’s just.” Max sucks in a deep breath, trying to make sure she didn’t have an attitude. “We’re stuck here, and.”

“Yeah. Whose fault is that?”

“Yours.” Max mutters, so Billy raised his eyebrows and glanced her. “What was that?”

“Nothing.” Billy raises his hand to his ear, “Whose fault is it Max? Say it.”

“No.”

Billy clenches his jaw, hand jerking to shift the gear of his car, which lurches when it suddenly picks up speed. Max’s eyes snap to the road, where up ahead, four figures pedal on their bikes. You and the party.

“Billy, slow down.” Max demands, Billy chuckling and looking at her. “What? Those your buddies?”

“No! I don’t know them.”

“Well I guess you won’t care if I hit em, huh?” Billy drums his hand on the steering wheel, eyes settled on you reaching over to shove Dustin, “Bonus points if I hit all of them in one? Or maybe just the girl.”

“Stop, that’s not funny.” Max turns in her seat, mind racing. She just met you. Is she really going to lose you before she has a chance to be friends?

You look over your shoulder at the loud roar of Billy’s car, your eyes widening when the car jerks to speed up, your gasp inaudible from how hard you suck in, “Guys. Guys, we gotta move!”

“Billy, stop!” Max orders, hand reaching out to jerk the steering wheel away from the group, to the opposite side of the road.

Your bike wobbles so you fell sideways, jaw hitting the rough road so your head jerked back up, groan loud as Dustin fell into the grass, Mike and Lucas dropping their bikes to scram back into the road, both grabbing your arms but their eyes remain on the car now speeding away.

“What the fuck?!” You jerk your arms away and rub your jaw, hissing before pulling your hand back, staring at the blood on your fingers and palm,

“Was that...?” Dustin points to the car, before looking at you, catching the blood on your face and hand, “Ah, shit.”

. . .

“I swear to God, if I get another 3-Musketeers I’m going to kill myself.”

You snort and toss your hair up into a lose ponytail, taking your candy bag back from Mike as you glance at Lucas, who holds up said candy and grimaces.

“What’s wrong with 3-Musketeers?” Dustin asks, foreign high offense to the dark skinned males statement,

“What’s wrong with 3-Musketeers?” Luke repeats, chucking the candy so Dustin barely caught it, grinning at it before shoving it into his bag, “No one likes 3-Musketeers,”

“Yeah, it’s just nougat.” Will agrees, shrugging at your scrunched nose face,

“Just nougat?” Dustin protests, Will nodding, “Just nougat. It is top three for me.”

“Eh, top five.” You squint, ignoring Dustins glare,

“Top three?” Mike breathes, Dustin repeating in agreement, “Oh, God, give me a break!”

“Seriously, I could eat a whole bowl of nougat, straight up!”

Suddenly, a figure wearing a white mask jumps out in front of you, your brows furrowing when the four boys at your sides all screech, your eyebrow raising as you glance at them, then to the figure, “That’s it?”

“Seriously?” The figure pulls off the mask to reveal Max’s face, her mouth gaped as she stared at you. “Out of all of you I’d expect you to scream.”

“I’m not a pussy.” You snip, Dustin hitting your shoulder with this back of his hand. You roll your shoulder away from him, narrowing your eyes to your twin.

Max nods her head and turns, only getting five steps before she glances over her shoulder, noticing that you nor the four boys had moved to follow her, “You guys coming or what? I heard we should hit up Loch Nora, that’s where the rich people live, right?”

“Seriously?” You mock, Max’s face slightly falling at the irritation in your voice, “I thought you didn’t want to hang out with us because we’re ‘stalkers’?”

“Look, I didn’t mean that,” Max sighs, and you hum, tilting your head,

“Was that before or after you had your brother almost kill us?”

“Wait. What?” Will looks at you, confused, Max shaking her head and narrowing her eyes.

“You think I did that on purpose? He’s an asshole either way, and, he’s not my brother.”

“Whatever.” You look down at your bag, “Let’s just go to Loch Nora.”

. . .

“Another full size. Like, seriously, rich people are such suckers.” Dustin shoves another snickers bar into his bag, handing you a full (favorite/candy) bar so you smiled, elbowing his arm, “Wait.” Dustin looks at Max, “You’re not rich, right?”

“No.” Max laughs, “I live up Old Cherry Road.”

“That’s totally tubular.” Dustin speaks, looking at you to see you shaking your head, nose scrunched up, “What? Did I say it wrong?”

“Just don’t say it at all.” You demand, and Dustin rolls his eyes, glancing over when Lucas chucks another 3-Musketeers at him.

“Hey.” Max speaks up, your eyes shifting to her. “Look. I’m sorry I called you guys stalkers.” She shrugs. “But I mean. You guys were spying on me a lot.”

“Yeah, I’ll admit to that.” You breathe out a laugh, pulling out a sucker to unwrap. “But like I said earlier today, we don’t get a lot of new people here in Fucktown, so we get every chance we can to see a new face. Especially a cute one.”

You stop mid way of putting the sucker in your mouth, eyes widening in realization to what you had said. “Shit. Shit, I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Max shrugs, eyeing you. “I never said I didn’t think you were cute.”

“So you think I’m cute?” You grin, Max rolling her eyes.

“I’m not admitting it.”

“I’ll take it.” You click your tongue, looking over at Mikes shout for you. You see him knelt beside Will, whose hands are over his head in an attempt to curl himself into a ball.

“Will?” You drop your bag to move forward, kneeling down in front of your best friend so you could grab his wrists, noticing how he flinched roughly, “Will, it’s just me.”

“I saw it again.” Will breathes, his eyes snapping up to you. “The thing I saw at the arcade.”

Your brows furrow as you glance over to Mike, who shakes his head, informing you he didn’t know what Will was talking about. “Okay.” You murmur, pulling Wills hands so he began to stand up with you. “Let’s get you home.”

“Wait, you’re just going to stop trick or treating?” Max asks, and you glance at her, eyes slightly narrowed.

“Yes. I am. Dustin, take my bag. Eat my candy and I’ll pop your bike wheels.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Dustin clutches your bag and his to his chest, gasp loud. He watches as you link your arm through Wills, leading him down the street back towards Mikes house to call not only your mother, but Joyce.

“Are they, like, a thing?” Max asks, crossing her arms as she turns to the three boys left with her.

“Ew, gross.” Dustin scowls, nose scrunched. “They’ve been best friends since like, first grade.”

“Besides.” Lucas shifts his bag to hang over his shoulder. “Y/N likes girls.”

Max nods, slowly, glancing in the direction to where she could see your back, her feet bringing herself to follow after your brother.

#max mayfield imagine #max mayfield x reader #maxine mayfield #stranger things max #max x reader #stranger things one shot #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader

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00gangfriend00 · 3 years

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I was tagged by @jade-marie and @bourbon-ontherocks to list my top 10 books fics I read in 2020.

and lemme tell you..

i’ve been WAITIN’ for this one!!

This IS a bit tricky because I spent most of 2020 just lurking on AO3, no acccount, no commenting, no kudos. so there are just so so so many fics that I remember pieces of, and have little headcanons that LIVE with me but I have no idea who the author is or what the fic is called.

so.. that being said, the top 10 is ever changing and could never be fully complete. I just love every author and every fic, you are all so wildly talented.

❤ a song inside the halls of the dark - ms_scarlet (@mego42 )

This fic has everything!! a sexy ex-lover rival gang leader, relaxed rio, angry rio, angsty kitchen sex rio. LOFT rio. AND it’s my favourite post-S2 reckoning of all time. There are moments in this fic that I just want to SPAM the gg writing room with. like scrap ur plans. DO. THIS. Overall, this is such a creative and well-written series. The characterization is superb, the smut has.... so many feelings, and the angst is AMAZING. There are a couple chapters (I wont give spoilers) that involves Beth in a hotel in Canada that I legit could not stop reading. it’s just all... so damn GOOD. favourite line: You thought I could be something, right? Well, this is that something. The bitch you trained bit back.

❤ we’re living in a powder keg and giving off sparks - BourbonOnTheRocks (@bourbon-ontherocks)

Whew! this fic has EVERYTHING. safe house brio. KARMA. brio ignoring each other. snippy, cranky brio. baking shows. mick overhearing loud shower sex. zero communication. brio getting high and giggling! all the feelings. I looooove this fic. like I LOVE it. it's so creative and it feels so real!! I can play it like a movie in my head. There is so much fun smutty build up, so much tension, anxiety and a very, very, good Thaw Of Feelings which is my fav. I will forever have a soft spot for safe house fics, but this one hilariously twists the trope by doubling down on their idiot stubbornness. genius. favourite line: He's using her and she's using him. Maybe it's the only thing they're truly equal at.

❤ my girl - elizabethmarks (not on tumblr?)

This fic has everything!!!!!!! (but TW that everything is not for everyone, as the plot primarily revoles around a rape scene.) This fic sets up some of the most soft, emotional, protective brio moments. I also adore how this author handles the delicate subject matter. I work from time to time as a crisis advcate for women and ...... this fic is so accurate and well written. All the emotions beth feels, the way rio reacts to her. everything. I have read this SO many times. It also inludes a Mick POV that will TUG at your HEART. favourite line: *When on route to Rio’s loft* Rio nods, with that gentle look he has. "Alright, mama. Let's get you home." There's a beat, they both catch it, but neither of them make the correction.

❤ working on things - odenkirk (not on tumblr?)

THIS fic, now this fic has everything!!!!!!!!! masturbation! sexting! weed-smokin horny rio! DEAN?!??! in a way that didnt repulse me???? SEX. kinda threesome??? a heck of a lot of things that I didnt think id be into but then read it and was like HUH, guess i AM. and last but not least, deliciously perfect characterization. This is a fic I ask you to take a risk on. It will pay off. Its fun and oooh soooooooo sexy. Yes, dean goes to pound town too, but I promise- odenkirk makes it WORK. Blush meter: off the charts. I had to put my phone down and reckon with Jesus. favourite line: Rio: Don't get precious, sweetheart. It's you cuz it's you. AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

❤ miles before you sleep - FakePlastikTrees (@nakedmonkey)

THIS AUTHOR has EVERYTHING! FakePlastikTrees is one of those authors where... I read one fic - then buckled my seatbelt and clicked on her account so I could systematically read through every. single. fic. They are often short scenes that feel so true. Her Rio characterization makes me green with (benevolent) envy. and her smut?? oof. top notch. This fic in particular lives in my heart because it really truly feels like a missing GG scene between Beth and our favourite tattooed babysitter. The atmosphere is tangible and the author slows time down for these two, it stretches out like you are smokin in the suburbs with them. I love a MickFic and this one is top tier.

favourite line: “Oh come on. He’s a little unhinged.” “Takes one to know one.”

❤ people can be so cold - s_t_c_s (@sothischickshe)

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh this fic has EVERYTHING. scrabble competitiveness! annie speaking truths! christmas beth! christmas rio?!?! delicious bickering! CABIN isolation! gift giving perfection! I could go on and on and on. This fic just pulls you straight in. stcs crafts the timeline so effortlessly, and weaves it with so many endearing and authentic feeling details (beth has her own ‘guys’ now, and we know this bc she gives them sweets and food. OF COURSE) The longing between her and rio is so RICH. if you want your heart to swell a million sizes - this is the fic for you. favourite line: They hadn’t – been intimate yet, back when she got him arrested, or the first few times he’d shoved a gun in her face. And the sexual part had been all done and dusted prior to their, god, kidnapping and shooting fiasco. But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t present throughout – a hovering spectre, forming a treacherous spine through all their endeavours.

❤ listening through the air shaft - ms_scarlet (@mego42)

now this fic. actually for real, has everything. because its every POV you never knew you NEEDED. and mego42 absolutely nails each and every one. especially Dean. Its a complicated look into his blubbering sexist mind, and misguided fixations that is really well-written. The way in which brio has their own arc throughout the chapters, but told through the eyes of those around them - is amazing. this fic just makes you love every character even MORE. favourite line: well.. annie, mick and ruby have a group chat and thats all you need to know. anytime that comes up = favourite line.

❤ instigator - nomind (@inyoursheets)

be still my bisexual heart. this fic has everyONE! Yes, this fic dissolves into perfect threesome smut BUT before you get there, you get this awesome set up of a dangerous-feeling connection between Rhea and Beth. They are honest, open and fully acknowledging the fuckedupness of their desire. For how small a part Rhea has in the show - this author NAILS her voice, it’s uncanny. Both of them talking about rio? sign me up. Rio coming home to it? sign me UP. favourite line: “Jesus,” she hears behind her. “What am I looking at right now?” Rhea smiles down on her, ignoring him, running her fingers through Beth’s hair.

** shout out to another be-still-my-bi-heart fic : @sothischickshe’s “its a dirty, dirty, game”

❤ do not pass go - linzackles @mrslackles

this. fic. has. every. thing. I am currently putting every single important thing in my life on hold to PLOUGH through this series. like full speed ahead. UGH. marcus!!! beth and rio at an event! a fancy one! big bad business dudes! betrayal! beth making bad choices! rio unable to fully communicate the weight of his desire for her! angst! just excellent, excellent, excellent plots. i like everything!!!!! favourite line: truly impossible. they are all art. but this one made me cackle. Shrugging, she responds. In the bathroom, eating nuts.Annie’s reply comes through instantly. Rio’s???????

❤ meet me under the mistletoe - sdktrs12 (@sdktrs12)

this fic.... has.... everything. I want to include this not only because I loooOoOOOved it, but also because this author just has a talent for creating holiday themed brio fics that are not in the slightest cheesy, or forced. which is... hard! to! do! I read her halloween series while in quarantine, and it became apart of my little daily routine. each fic containing at least one moment that made me go AHHH these two!!!!! so in short - thanks for infusing all my holidays with stellar brio. then christmas comes around and she nails it again! beth and rio begrudgingly working late? YES. they migh each have a date but they dont DARE talk abut their jealously? YES. Bourbon as a third character? haha YES! Beth looking smokin hot? YES. favourite line: “Is that your move? Meet me under the mistletoe?” “Oh baby, you know my moves.”

and PHEW. there ya go!

Thank you amazing fanfic authors for making my year 10000000% better.

I TAG @whiskeyjack @purplemagic @sdktrs12 @joeyjoeylee @ama-ssiempre @roxy206

#favfics #nbc goodgirls #good girls fic #good girls fandom #top10fics

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no no go off flood my tags it is super weird about how Kyoko is given a hope obsession despite her just trying to make a clever compliment and I don't get how he needs better friends, like his friends are willing to harbor terrorist fugitives for him what more do you want.

okay okay okay. SO.

#makotalk #danganronpa #dr1 #makoto naegi #kyoko kirigiri #this is kinda messy but it says what i wanna say and that's what matters

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thoughts? kjfhlkjdfh asking bc i rb'd the original post from u a bit ago because i agreed w/ original poster but i just saw this rb of it and wanted to know what u thought. ciaran(.)tumblr(.)com /post/652413157345820673/there-is-a-genre-of-posts-thats-obsessed-with-the

well first of all i hope this isn't a bait ask. this reply really doesn't deserve the time and effort i put into refuting it, but there was a point in time when i was emotionally confused by these..."arguments", so whoever u are, anon, i hope this is helpful. i also recommend some distance - literally, "go outside and touch grass", which is a lot more difficult than it sounds, but it needs to be done. anyway, here's my "analysis":

for context, here's what the post in question said:

and the tags:

at a high level, we can see that what ciaran is saying doesn't really respond to what OP was talking about. for this reason, i'm not going to bring in much of what OP said, because it's uncontested in this context, and look at ciaran's reply. i'll try to break this up...

EDIT: i had a long-ass response here, but then i realized it was dumb because the source material is dumb. i cut out most of it, but here are the highlights.

"there is a genre of posts that’s obsessed with the notion that fandom is something much larger, more prevalent, and more able to affect the way media is processed and consumed, than it actually is in reality."

so, as we can all see on tiktok and, indeed, on the electronic lore olympus billboard that takes up a side of a literal skyscraper, fandom is no longer the niche thing that "fandom olds" make it out to be. also, we can't ignore how many (white) fandom players go on and work in the industry (cassandra clare, whoever wrote 50 shades, man idk much of anything so there's probably many more). so this comment is sort of myopic. and since this is what characterizes the rest of the reply, well...it's not great.

also don't look up lore olympus; it's basically a dd/////lg fanfic that happens to be one of the most popular series on the line webtoon app, which is rated for teens...and for $1 to the creator's patreon, you can view not sfw p*dophilic art, so. also obviously i didnt do that; there was a video essay about this. i can't find it though

"ironically but understandably, these posts are made by people who are so terminally fandom-poisoned that they ascribe phenomenal power to it, and think of it as some great evil that must be defeated (by making posts on tumblr, which is obviously a very influential thing to do)"

"fandom-poisoned" is such a nebulous term, especially since it appears to mean "has had some really significant, (in this context) bad experiences with fandom." this is, first of all, a huge assumption to make about a stranger, and second, not the own they think it is. i'm just going to link this post, and hopefully you can see how it relates.

anyway, the "making posts on tumblr is meaningless" is um...interesting, seeing as off the top of my head i can think of two very influential tumblr blogs that talk about really important issues, Gradient Lair and Red Light Politics. I don't know as much about Red Light Politics, but Gradient Lair is frequently cited by academics (not getting into academia nonsense now but... -_-). also, they sound more pissed that the original post did gain traction, but whatever. this paragraph doesn't really make sense, but nothing here does, because i wasn't given much to work with.

"...and then because these people have basically no imagination and unfailingly pick on others for their own faults, they project their own experiences on everyone they perceive as being more ‘in fandom’ than them,"

jesus christ. i'm going not say anything about the tone of this because i put too much effort into this for some rando to call me a cyberbully.

i think what they're thinking about is how there appear to be some "fandom critical" people who try to, holistically, "ruin everyone's good time" by "stirring up drama" about popular fandom artists/writers/whoever else idk. oftentimes these people will also make jokes about fandom whatever, seemingly picking on random people's interests.

however, if you look at the long history of fandom racism, fandom's normalization of p*dophilia, and even general fandom harassment, and then you look at fandom's visceral, unwarranted reaction to criticism regarding these things, you can quickly see that disillusionment towards fandom is entirely reasonable. as for the joking, well...this an oversimplification but not everyone needs to like what you like. it sounds like they just need to get over themself.

and go “You, a 27 year old queer blogger who is into [tv show/anime/movie] an embarrassing amount, are now going to be the face of Capitalism” with no self-reflection or critical thought given to how fucking cringe it is-"

so, i'm regretting putting so much effort into this because this is so fucking long and i have to analyze this nonsense...it feels like i'm back in my feminist thought class. nightmarish. but anyway, this seems to deal with- [CUT FOR LENGTH. nothing important was missed].

EDIT 2: actually here's a summary of what I had. it deserves better than to be a response to this nonsense, but first it detailed how this took 1. the op's post and 2. a comment that we don't even know if op agreed with and misinterpreted that, and threw quite a fit about this- and i hate to say this because this term is misused so often by redditors, but- strawman.

I then went on to discuss how, for example, PoC can uphold systems of white supremacy. while obviously no person of color is going to be the "face" of white supremacy, the discussion still needs to be had, especially within that group. similarly, while fandom constituents may not be the face of capitalism, there needs to be a discussion, within fandom, on how they support and are defined by capitalist (and other) systems.

it was really too good of a point to be making for this trash reply. I could go say more, but I'm still trying to stay on topic, unlike ciaran.

"to act like random people on the internet, end users with no influence over corporate decisions, are the ones personally responsible for the fact that late-stage capitalism has destroyed popular art and culture in an increasingly sordid attempt to make money."

we've been over the "no influence" bit - because in fact fans do have influence, especially since media creators are literally fans, etc etc. i'm tired of people acting like they have no power and using that as an excuse to support and perpetuate harmful, easily avoidable behavior.

also, to act like the nebulous system of late-stage capitalism is the only cause of bad media is ludicrous. first of all, someone has to make these so-called "corporate decisions", and the people making artistic decisions are, again, overwhelmingly members of "fandom." this comment is really trying to keep marvel trash and lore olympus-esque nonsense in the same atomic, indivisible category lest someone catches a whiff of nuance.

"the above post is a great example of this phenomenon because op admits freely that they only think fandom is destroying media because they have been spending more time in fandom and thus have an over-inflated sense of its importance in greater culture. posting your own Ls indeed."

i'm so tired. this person literally has 120 works on ao3 like...who is spending more time in fandom.

and the tags:

#i assure you that fandom has no bearing on my actual real life #and if it does on yours. then that is your problem #it's also a very funny problem to

now this is just egregiously tone deaf. you do not need to do more than a cursory google search to find a bottomless well of examples of fandom harassment, threats, doxxing, and violence, much of which is racially motivated. you can see why it would be bad to make fun of this.

also the way that “fandom has no bearing on their actual real life“...120 fanfics on ao3. 120.

conclusion:

the reply clearly misinterprets of op's point, and as such, does not refute it. they responded to another issue altogether, which is that of the sanctity of their ~coping mechanism~ or whatever it is. their argument in this respect was, in my opinion, delusional and pathetic, especially given that they wrote it on someone else's unrelated post.

FINAL NOTE: i cut out lots of this because the reply went in so many different directions, so some stuff might not make sense. let me know if you have any questions.

#answered #anonymous #fandom #long post #q slur #s

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