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harpyface · 3 months

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Kim Kitsuragi - The bullet falls in the bag leaving a smattering of blood on the plastic. He raises the bag under his eyes and says:

Kim Kitsuragi - "Unknown calibre. Rifled. Some kind of brittle alloy, fractured on impact..."

You - "Can I have it?"

Kim Kitsuragi - "Of course. You've *earned* it." The lieutenant drops the bag in your bloody hand. It feels light.

Perception (Sight) - Your gardening glove is completely covered in the corpse's blood.

Inland Empire - Cold and absent of life.

Half Light - Lick your fingers.

Volition - What-

Electrochemistry - YES-

You - Um...?

Endurance - Uh, no. You barely got your shit together when approaching the hanging corpse. Your body will not be able to handle its dead blood inside it.

Electrochemistry - The dark liquid glistens on the yellow latex in the cold sunlight. Your fingers are *dripping* with it.

Authority - You outlived this sad, sad man. It's only right that you should feast upon his corpse.

Logic - No, you shouldn't. The corpse has been hanging outside - mouth open - for a week. In any case, it won't taste good.

Conceptualisation - That's because it's raw, unseasoned blood. This is just a little taste.

Perception (Smell) - You waft the odor towards your face. If you close your eyes, you can imagine it's a kebab.

Volition - We all know that the kebabs you ate were no better than a week-old corpse. Take the gloves off and clean them when you get back to your room.

Reaction Speed - You will never get this chance again, especially with how the lieutenant regarded you when you tried to remove the hanged man's boots.

You - Lick your fingers.

Perception (Taste) - You swipe the flat of your tongue along the back of your hand. Why did you do that? You could have just dabbed at it. It's disgustingly sour and tastes awful. You gag when your saliva washes the fluid down your throat.

Authority - You have bested this man. You have consumed him.

Electrochemistry - It's fucking vile. It's enlightening.

Logic - Great. Now that you've established that brain fluid and blood tastes bad, let's get back to the autopsy.

Kim Kitsuragi - He had turned to his notebook when you took the bagged bullet. He's still looking down at it.

Kim Kitsuragi - He was beginning to write the bullet wound's description. The pen has not touched the paper.

Composure - He *saw* you lick your bloody glove.

Empathy - It's not a surprise. He is still appalled.

Half Light - You conquered your prey. You are the predator.

Inland Empire - A four-legged beast with sharp claws and numerous teeth. Muscles powerful and flexing.

Shivers - In a grimy butcher shop in Faubourg, a rugged man pulls a thawed lamb down onto the somewhat clean counter. He grips the front legs and tendons crack. In the front of the shop, raw meats line the shelves. Red steaks with beautiful marbling, sausage casings stuffed full of spiced pork, pink breasts of chicken shining in the artificial light.

Electrochemistry - You recall the sweet ham of Gaston's sandwich.

Physical Instrument - Your muscles are also powerful and flex-worthy. Your meat would be highly coveted.

Volition - Right. Who would want to buy meat sourced from an addicted alcoholic? Take off the damn gloves.

You - "I wonder what I taste like."

Kim Kitsuragi - You pull him out of his silent stupor. After a second, he decides to ignore what you said. "We need to add an item to the injury list."

#EdC: He would be willing to help with that #this wasnt even for the last meme i just neeeeed cannibalism #new thought orb when harry walks past the kitchen and he has more cannibalism thoughts #yknow my friend said i was her SECOND favorite cannibal second to alastor #corvid creates #disco elysium #harry du bois #kim kitsuragi #disco elysium skills #celltw save me celltw #more often au

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homochadensistm · 1 month

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Kebab status: removed

#israel #palestine #sexy news

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cryptidnamedhabit · 11 months

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Alright I'm going through shipping brainrot so y'all get some mariokong headcanons

• Dk grooms mario the same exact way apes irl do, it took a bit for mario to get used to it at first but eventually warmed up to it

• Mario teaches Dk how to speak Italian which Dk is surprisingly good at, on occasion mario will teach Dk to say something wildly inappropriate but will tell him it means something else

• And then when luigi hears Dk say whatever mario taught him he IMMEDIATELY corrects him

• Mario saw Dk attempt to cook something exactly once and now he's banned from the kitchen with very few exceptions

• This includes the microwave because dk can't even follow instructions on one of those boxes of microwaved dinners

• He's too impatient so he just removes the film (or doesn't) and puts it in for all the times on the box added together

• And then it comes out overcooked/burnt

• Bonus points if he manages to light it on fire

• Dk is surprisingly good at making kebabs and fruit smoothies of any kind

• Mario will gently run his fingers through Dk's fur when he thinks he's asleep

• Mario thinks Dk doesn't know this but he's fully aware of it

• Dk will pretend to be asleep sometimes just to get mario to do it

• Dk has always been really bad at watching/babysitting diddy and dixie kong, but despite this he's always put in charge anyway

• When mario heard about this he immediately offered to help dk watch them

• Dk gave mario SEVERAL warnings on how it would be a horrible idea

• Mario doesn't listen and helps anyway

• Dk is terrified at first but soon relaxes after mario seems to be doing surprisingly well with them

• At the end of the day diddy and dixie are so tuckered out that they fall asleep almost instantly

• Cue surprised pikachu face Dk

• Even cranky is surprised by this feat because even by jungle kingdom standards diddy and dixie are incredibly hard to deal with (aka adhd af)

• Eventually after awhile of dating, cranky pulls dk aside and says that he better not do anything stupid to end up losing mario, whether it's a break-up or outright death is up for interpretation (cranky definitely meant both)

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valleydean · 5 months

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Valley of God [Final Chapter: Read chapter 12]

a deancas horror au by valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) read from the beginning | halloween horror series

SUMMARY: Dean and Castiel have been dating for a little under a year, and things are going great - or, at least, that's what Dean thought. On the weekend before the summer solstice, Cas is hired to take a group of campers on an excursion through the Appalachian Trail in the Hundred-Mile Wilderness. Much to Cas' shock, Dean tags along. When the campers are attacked by mysterious forces in the forest, they end up in a peculiar town hidden under an eternal mist. Soon, members of their group start to go missing, and Dean can't shake the feeling that something led them to town for a purpose.

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#destiel #deancas #destiel fic #deancas fic #dean winchester #dean #castiel #cas #my writing #horror au

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blue-bujo · 5 months

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Bowled Over (Roy Kent x Reader): Chapter Five

You work at a bowling alley and a young girl named Phoebe has a birthday party there. You catch her uncle's eye.

Roy Kent x female reader

Will try to update roughly every two weeks

Chapter Five: First Date

(2k words)

Warnings: Roy Kent-level language (you know what you're in for), discussion of sexual expectation

Summary: The long-awaited date night arrives, and you and Roy both consider the self-doubt that comes from having been alone and the hope of being alone no more.

Roy had waited four very long days for his date with Splits. He had restrained himself from texting too much with her, although he was still texting a few times a day, just to ask a few introductory-type questions, and to set the actual plan for the actual date. He hadn’t called, or shown up again at the fucking bowling alley, despite how much he’d wanted to, because he didn’t want to scare her off. And he didn’t think he’d let on how excited he was for the date in their short texted conversations. He had established himself as a proper dweeb by saying he’d meet her after work – like some idiot who worked in an office park or some shit – but Roy felt that was his only mistake so far.

He was so nervous to do things wright. He’d thought he had with Keeley – fuck, he’d thought she was the one – but he obviously hadn’t. Or worse, he had managed it, but he still hadn’t been enough. He wanted to be enough for someone, so fucking badly. He got to the restaurant almost an hour early and sat in his car listening to an old pump-up playlist; he was that intent on doing things right.

When it was fifteen minutes until the agreed-upon date time, Roy summoned his nerve, got out of the car, and stood by the door of the restaurant to wait for Splits. People looked at him as they walked past, double-taking at seeing the manager just standing there. At five minutes until date time, he started getting nervous. He should have offered to pick her up, but he hadn’t wanted to creep her out by asking for an address. Why hadn’t he offered? Why was he such an idiot??

But then, at three minutes until date time, she was there, walking around the corner. She had taken “casual” literally, thank fuck, and opted for a green jumper and plain tan pants with black boots, but she was a vision. No extravagant hair or makeup, no dress that he wouldn’t be able to touch without breaking. She was the first non-celebrity he’d ever asked out, but she looked better than any of them. She looked like a real person.

Roy knew, right then and there. He was in trouble.

Splits smiled and waved when she saw him, and Roy smiled back. She seemed genuinely happy to see him, he noted with satisfaction.

“Hi, Roy,” she greeted shyly as she walked closer.

He nodded, smiling nervously. How was a man supposed to act on a first date with a normal girl he actually liked? Why hadn’t he thought to look it up beforehand? Why did he even care? He just had to be natural. What thoughts were coming naturally?

“You look really fucking nice,” he said. His body was moving of its own accord; he only realized a split second before it happened that he was going in for a hug. She leaned into it, thankfully.

“Thank you. I didn’t know where we were going, so I didn’t want to overdress. Which restaurant are we going to?”

“It’s perfect. I really like it,” said Roy in reference to the sweater. Then he took a few steps, grabbed a door, and opened it for her. “I’m bringing you to my favorite fucking place. Do you like kebabs?”

“I love kebabs.”

“Good. Hus makes the best kebabs.”

Allowing her to go in first before following, Roy grinned a brief grin to himself. He then got his face back under control and led Splits to his usual booth and sat down. She took a moment removing her purse and then sat across, which confused him a little bit, until he realized she had done it to give him her full, uninterrupted eye contact.

She had fucking warm, kind eyes. Roy felt himself getting lost in those eyes through the course of the date, and was vaguely aware of how much he was smiling, even laughing.

Yep. He was very much in trouble.

Fuck.

Roy Kent wasn’t what you’d expected.

He went for the hug, for instance. You found yourself enveloped in the smell of his cologne and the embarrassed warmth of his embrace. He was nothing but respectful, and gave you his full attention as you got to know each other. You kept catching him blinking intensely, like he was forgetting to take his eyes away from you.

The man was funny, too. You kept finding yourself laughing as he talked. He was so blunt. And that laugh! You didn’t know if it was because he was trying not to laugh, or if it was just naturally like that, but he laughed like the Ernie character on Sesame Street. You told him so without meaning to, and got a smile out of him for it.

“That’s a great compliment,” he announced. “I fucking love the Muppets.”

You giggled. “That surprises me!”

“Why? The Muppets are the peak of humor. Nothing is as funny for kids and adults at the same time. Do you know how many shit children’s programs I had to watch when Phoebe was younger? Sesame Street and the Muppets were the only ones that didn’t make me want to claw my fucking eyes out.”

“I’ll have to remember that,” you teased. The shop owner came to the table with the bill before you could say more, and you automatically reached for your bag. It was a move made out of habit, but Roy saw it and held out a hand for the check while shooting you a glare.

“The fuck are you doing? What kind of man would I be if I let you pay for your food? You’re my fucking date, and I’m paying for you.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I’ve just been on my own for a while.”

When you looked up at Roy, his jaw was clenched.

“Don’t apologize. That was a prick move, and I’m sorry. I just… I’m enjoying myself tonight, and I hope you are, too. I don’t want you to feel like I’m expecting anything out of you.”

That was more encouraging than anything else he could have possibly said. You hadn’t gone out with someone in a long time, partly because of how much modern men seemed to expect out of women on first dates. Your last first date, nearly two years ago, had expected you to carry the conversation and allow all of his advances. He’d said he hadn’t wanted anything from you, but his conduct had said otherwise. When he’d tried to worm his way into your apartment for a hookup at the end of the night, you’d seen your way behind your locked door and blocked his number. Roy’s behavior up to now was backing up his claim that he didn’t expect anything out of you, and you felt very safe around him.

He was signing the check and putting his credit card away, looking anywhere but at you, and you realized you hadn’t responded to his incredibly sweet statement. You could see the muscles in his jaw working, his eyebrows creeping together.

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

His eyes snapped up to meet yours. “For?” It seemed he’d been stuck in his head, too.

Shrugging, you replied, “For dinner, and not expecting anything, and for being so kind. I’d sort of given up on dates because a lot of men aren’t. Kind, I mean.”

Roy grunted. “A lot of men are pricks. I should know, I coach a bunch of them. Shit, I used to be one. It’s taken me a long fucking time to start to change, and it’s sucked most of the way.”

“Well, thank you for doing that work on yourself,” you murmured. “I’ve had a great night.”

“Yeah, me too,” he said, treating you to another small, close-lipped smile. Then he slid out of the booth and motioned for you to follow him. “But we’re not done yet, if you’re okay with that?”

You could hide your excitement at you jumped out to follow him out of the restaurant through the door he held for you. “What did you have in mind?”

“Nothing fancy. A walk in the park, maybe?”

“That sounds great. Is there a park nearby?”

“No, we’ll have to drive. Are there any by you?”

There was, about two blocks from your flat. You told Roy as he opened the passenger door of his G Wagon for you, and was familiar with the area. You laughed as he cursed out the poppy music that blasted out of the stereo when he turned the key, teasing him for creating a pump-up mix and listening to it before a date. He surprisingly didn’t rebut you and admitted it was dorky.

You were very quickly at the park, and did a few slow laps of it together. Roy kept a respectful distance from you and kept his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, although you did notice that he kept putting himself between you and anybody else in the park. He asked questions with the intention of listening and learning more about you, and made you feel like the center of attention. When you tried to do the same to hm, he somehow steered it back to you with minimal effort.

When it started getting dark, you navigated toward the park exit, back to his car. He was quiet once more, obviously thinking. You hoped it wasn’t about how bad the date had gone compared to one with, say, a supermodel. You were happy with how things had gone, but your benchmark was pretty low.

“It’s getting dark, Roy. We should probably think about wrapping up.”

He nodded with a grunt. “I suppose. You said you lived close?”

Pointing at an older block of flats in the distance, you replied, “That’s me over there.”

“Hmm. That’s fucking close. Walk you home?”

Your heart soared as he fell into step next to you. He wanted to walk you home! It was a quiet walk, but it was a nice one with this handsome man at your side. You reached your building all too soon.

“This is me,” you said, unsure of what to say further. “This was fun.”

“It was,” agreed Roy.

Smiling, you quickly went to fish your keys out of your purse. As you did, you had a brief argument with yourself. You like Roy. You really liked Roy. But you didn’t know how ready you were for him. The polite thing to do would be to invite him in, but was that too much too soon? You weren’t that kind of girl. But it would be rude not to. How would he react, either way?

Only one way to find out.

“Would you like to come up?”

To his very great credit, Roy looked surprised. Then he thought about it, bouncing his head back and forth for a second before shaking it.

“No,” he answered. “I’m fucking flattered, but I want to do this right.”

A small part of you was relieved. “Okay, then. Well, thank you for a lovely evening. I had a really, really nice time with you.”

Roy nodded. “I did, too.”

You went to unlock entrance to your building, when Roy Kent closed the distance between you. He had the softest expression on his face, his hands still in his pockets.

“Can I kiss you?” he breathed.

Breathless yourself, and unable to speak due to how heavily your heart was beating in your neck, you could only nod. Roy leaned down and tilted his head to place a chaste kiss on, surprisingly, your cheek. Then he straightened and took two steps backwards. He looked up at the sky, and you could see him flashing that dazzling smile once again, just for a second, before he looked back at you.

“Good night,” he said.

“Good night,” you echoed.

With one last grin, he turned around and started the walk back to his car. You went upstairs to your humble little flat feeling as though you were flying.

Tag list: @preciousbabypeter @harry-bowie-mercury @amieinghigh

#roy kent bowled over #roy kent #roy kent x reader #ted lasso #ted lasso fanfiction #mutual pining #slowish burn #reader is a bowler #because I was a bowler #hence the terrible pun title #my writing #no editing we die like men

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hapalopus · 8 months

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Today I witnessed an actual public freak-out. It was like seeing a unicorn irl.

I'm at a food stand with seating. I'm just waiting for my durum kebab, when some kid gets scared of an unleashed dog. The mom tells the owner, a well-dressed woman in her early 30s, to please leash her dog. The owner refuses, saying that the kid is unreasonable for being scared of dogs. The mom says it's really not unreasonable to be scared of dogs. Mind you, the kid is in a stroller and can't have been more than 4 years old. The dog in question is a very unthreatening senior cocker spaniel, but to a toddler with a fear of dogs it might as well be a rabid cane corso.

The owner states that this is Denmark and that you should expect to see dogs around. The mom is clearly culturally/ethnically Danish, so I'm not sure why that statement was necessary. The mom says that you should expect to meet people who are afraid of dogs. I chime in that it's very common, especially for kids, to be afraid of dogs. Three boys, a table over, are laughing at the owner.

Sensing defeat, the owner raises her voice and starts screaming unintelligibly. Something about the mom being unreasonable. She then picks up a chair, throws it in my direction, and screams that the mom is a whore. The mom wisely removes herself and her kids from the situation.

The owner, not knowing who to direct her anger at, now that the mom is gone, paces around the food stand several times. Her dog, too old to keep up with her pacing, stands and stares at her. All the while she's muttering unintelligibly. I tell her that she's not doing herself any favors, continuing to pace around here, and ask her to please remove herself from the situation. She doesn't acknowledge me and paces a few more laps. Her dog continues to stare at her, panting blisfully unaware.

She finally decides to leave and calls out to her dog. It doesn't follow her. Embarrassingly, she has to go back and fetch her dog.

She wouldn't've had to fetch her dog if she'd just kept it on a leash.

#i'm honestly glad no one filmed it cause this was clearly one of her worst moments #and no one should be known for their worst moments #but damn she really put herself in that situation. leash your fucking dog.#diary so i don't lose my mind

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brainrotdotorg · 1 year

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Hey do you think Garte gets shivers but like, only for the Whirling in Rags?

Rain falls onto the roof and terrace in pattering taps. Inside is warm and glittering, a cook in the kitchen, guests chattering at the tables. The counter-top is well-polished, the sheets covering the pinball machines have long since removed. The guest in room 2 is asleep, comforted by the fact that the 60 reàl to her name has given her a home for three nights. A broken window is repaired. A body heals.

Elsewhere, in a smoky dive bar overrun by infra-materialists, a spirited argument has broken out between two bespectacled young adults about literalism in the text they have been pouring over. A light flickers over the back wall where shelves full of watered-down alcohol sit.

And further elsewhere, a kebab cart closes up for the night, the final fragrant smell of pork, red pepper, and onion catching on the wind. It will continue feed the citizens of Revachol tomorrow, and the day after.

#disco elysium #the answer is yes. yes i do

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katebshope · 1 year

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Notting Hill (HAILEE STEINFELD X FEM!READER)

hello, this is my 1st fanfiction about Hailee. I'll try my best to give to you a great reading. Im not used to write character x reader, but i'll give a try since i read these one a lot.

I decided to write this one after a lot of thinking and because i saw the post of @kates-abs-slay talking about the fics about hailee x reader being scarce. so this first chapter is special to them <3

Sinopse: Y/N owns a bookstore in Notting Hill, London, and when the famous actress Hailee Steinfeld walks into her shop to buy a book, her world is turned upside down.

CHAPTER ONE – Words: 1.246

based on the filme Notting Hill (1999)

warnings: none in this chapter; (I have ADHD and Dyslexia, and english is not my first language, so maybe you'll see some mistakes.)

Chapter One

Y/N opens the door from her house and sees the loud street with people and cars all around. "New morning", she thinks as starts to walk through the street, in just a few steps she would be at her store, the thing she loved the most.

"Of course, I've seen her films and always thought she was, well, fabulous -- but, you know, million miles from the world I live in. Which is here -- Notting Hill -- not a bad place to be..." Y/N heard two mature men talking, while walking throught the street.

A bell ring right up head.

"I'll call you later mom", Y/N see her best friend hanging up on their phone.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, you know how Ms. Martin is, always asking how the store is going....""

Y/N agrees with just a nod, putting her bag on the top of the balcony, not realy paying atenttion to her friend words.

"... should I get you cup of coffee? a capuccino?"

"Coffee would be nice, thanks"

Y/N is looking some papers when she heards the bell ring one more time.

"Wow, that was fast... - Y/N turn her attention to the door and get surprised - oh, welcome! Can I help you?"

"No, thanks. I'll just look around." said the brunnett who just entered the store.

Y/N couldn't help but follow every step the girl was taken in her store, somehow she seems familiar. The girl was a bit tall, had a long brown hair, and her eyes... well she couldn't see them because the mysterious girls was wearing sunglasses.

The bell on the door ring for the third time, and her friend entered with her cup of coffee, followed up by a costumer. Her friend didn't notice the girl on the store until they gave Y/N order.

Y/N's friend reaction was weird and funny, she mummured something that she couldn't understand and went right to the employeer's room.

Y/N saw the brunette wanders over to a shelf and pick up out a red book.

"That book's really not good -- just in case, you know, browsing turned to buying. You'd be wasting your money." Y/N said

"Really?"

"Yes. This one though is... very good. – Y/N picks up a book on the counter. – I think the man who wrote it has actually been to Turkey, which helps. There's also a very amusing incident with a kebab."

Y/N suddenly spies something odd on the small TV monitor behind the brunette.

"Excuse me a moment, please" –

Y/N said before walks to a bookcase in the back of the shop. She didn't notice, but the eyes of the bruntte followed her steps.

"Excuse me."

"Yes."

Answered a tall man with a low voice.

"I have bad news."

"What?"

"It's the 21 century we've got a security camera in everyplace at this store."

"So?"

"So, I saw you put that book in your pants."

"What book?"

"The one down in your pants"

Y/N was having fun with that, it's one of the joys in working, and own, a bookstore, get a thief when they don't wait for it.

"I haven't got a book in my pants."

"Right -- well, then we have an impasse in here. I tell you what -- I'll call the police -- and, what can I say? -- If I'm wrong about the whole book-in-your-pants scenario, I really apologize."

"Okay -- what if I did have a book in my pants?"

"Well, ideally, when I went back to the balcony, you'd remove the Cadogan guide to Bali from your pants, and either wipe it and put it back, or buy it.""

Y/N smiled, having fun with the poor man that didn't know how to hide himself, and a book. She walked directly to the balcony, the brunette was right in the corner with a blue book, waiting for her.

"Sorry abou that..."

"No, that's fine. I was going to steal one myself but now I've changed my mind."

Y/N smiled at the slightest joke made by her customer. She liked her sense of humor. And suddenly the thief was right there beside them.

"Excuse me Ms. Steinfeld can I have your autograph?"

That's it! That's why the brunette seemed so familiar, she was Hailee Steinfeld, and Y/N had watch a film starring her a few weeks back. The filme was still in theater.

"Sure, what's your name?"

She seemed to having fun with this.

"Rufus."

She signs his scruffy piece of paper and he was trying to read.

"What does it say?"

"Well, that's the signature -- and above, it says 'Dear Rufus -- you belong in jail."

"Nice one. Would you like my phone number?"

"Tempting but... no, thank you."

Y/N laughed but hide it right after. That girl was something else. She saw the thief, known as Rufus, leaving the store.

"I think I will try this one."

The brunette said handing Y/N a blue book and a note of $50. Now her sunglasses was on the top of her head and Y/N could see those beautiful and breath taken brown eyes. For a moment, she felt she couldn't speak on move.

The bell ring one more time, announce that the brown eyes girl left the store.

"Where's my coffee?" Y/N whispered

"Beside the computer, but I think it's already cold" –

Y/N friends answered entering the common area again.

"I don't think you'll believe who was just in here." –

Y/N said taking her coffee and drinking a sip. Ugh, it was cold.

"Hailee Steinfeld... I said it to you when i brought your coffee Y/N!""

"Oooh, that's what you're saying!"

Y/N smiled, feeling stupid for a few seconds.

"What is she doing here?" – she continued

"Well, twitter says she's filming a new film here in England"

"Another? But there's one with her in the theater right now..."

"She's an actor Y/N, I believe that's what she do" –

Her friend laughed.

"Yeah, yeah... she seems to work a lot" –

Y/N takes another sip of coffee

"Ugh, this is awful. Im going to buy another one" –

She takes her jacket and went to the door. The bell ring one more time.

Y/N was walking fast in the sidewalk, her mind remebering those amazing brown eyes she looked right into, when out of the blue she bumped into someone.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry" – they said together, automatically

When Y/N paid attention she was right in front of Hailee Steinfeld, her shirt was all wet and you could see a litte bit of her bra due to the juice that was spilled when they bumped into each other.

"Here, let me help" –

Y/N said taking off her jacket and giving to Hailee.

"Thanks"

"Listening – Ms. Steinfeld, huh, I live just over the street, I can help you, maybe you can wear one of mine t-shirt or – even taking a shower"

"Don't call me that" – She said simply

"Huh?"

"Ms Steinfeld – don't call me that. Ms Steinfeld is my mom, I'm Hailee – and how close is your house? I cannot go like that to an interview, my agent will kill me"

"Yeah.. I'm sorry Hailee – you see that blue building across the street?"

"Yes"

"It's right there, I live there"

Hailee looked to Y/N, grabbed her things and started walk directly to the bulding. Y/N followed her thinking that this day was getting too weird.

#hailee steinfeld #hailee steinfeld x reader #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop #kate bishop x you #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop x y/n #hailee steinfeld x y/n #notting hill (1999)#hailee steinfeld x fem!reader #fanfic #fanfiction #queer community #lgbtq fanfic #wlw post #wlw fiction

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soup-mother · 23 days

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a blog that follows "ask ww2 Germany" and "remove kebab countryballs" accusing me of being a naive communist for being against american hegemony holy shit.

#my post

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homochadensistm · 1 month

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Buddy, "remove kebab" is a right wing/ neonazi dogwhistle for islamophobia. You can hate Hamas and dunk on them without painting all Muslims with the same brush.

#day 2765 of ppl getting mad over shit that simply does not matter #like the NERVE to use slurs very clearly directed at literal terrorists #by using internet culture memes from before u were legally allowed to cross the street by yourself

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yanphobia · 1 year

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Cleithrophobia - Chapter 6

Cleithrophobia: The fear of being trapped.

Pairing: Yandere Male Drider OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, Spiders, NonCon Touching, Possible NonCon (depending on reader's interpretation), Implied Female Reader (although it doesn't really factor too heavily into the plot), Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Chapter 5 Index Chapter 7

Author's Note: yall remember when i said i wanted to have a new chapter out every week? lmao

This story was inspired by cobalt-sphinx's Drider x Reader from Quotev.

The meat began to sizzle the moment it hit the grill. Well, “grill” ... that was a generous term for it. It was really only an empty terracotta flowerpot, with a bit of coal inside and a grate on top of it. But the important thing was that it worked. You had woken up early to complete your daily tasks on the farm and headed out towards yours and Mars’ new meeting spot before dusk. You quickly set up your grill and allowed the fire to heat it thoroughly before removing the skewers and marinated cubes of beef from the freezer bag you had prepared the night before. Afterwards, you prepared them and the vegetarian shish kebabs that you had made for yourself to enjoy.

Mars arrived as he always did. Although he tried to act disinterested in your setup, the curiosity in his eyes betrayed him.

“I don’t know if you’ve ever eaten human food before, but I thought that you might like this,” you admitted sheepishly. The aroma coming from the seared meat may have been tempting, but you would never be able to eat it. You removed it, the doneness quite rare, and offered the kebab to him. “It’s very hot, though, so wait for a moment first!”

“What the hell is this...?” he asked as he waited for the heat to subside. He sniffed it and flinched. Then he glanced at you, and hesitantly took a bite. Almost immediately, his face contorted into one of pure disgust and he spat the cube of meat out. “Ugh, what the hell is this?!”

“Uhm, it’s... uh...” You didn’t know how to justify it. His eating had always disgusted you, but sometimes he seemed so human that you had thought that he may enjoy some of the things that humans did. Eating cooked meat, for instance. But did you want to share a human experience with him, or did you want him to stop doing something that bothered you? Suddenly unsure of your true intentions, and feeling embarrassed at the awkward situation, you cleared your throat.

“I- I don’t know. I just thought...”

He noticed your discomfort. “It’s... you know, it’s very...” He suddenly looked just uncomfortable as you felt. “Here,” he said as he offered you the kebab, “why don’t you have the rest?”

“Thank you,” you said, “But I can’t eat meat.”

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t...”

“Humans do it all the time-”

“-I just can’t bear to watch it anymore!”

You didn’t mean to admit it, but it was the truth. From the moment you first saw him devour the slabs of beef that you brought him, the whole idea of consuming meat churned your stomach. Unfortunately, he understood the meaning behind your words. Hurt briefly flashed in his eyes before it was replaced with disdain. Without any way to further explain yourself, you dejectedly fished out a raw steak from your bag and handed it towards him.

“Well then,” he scoffed as he grabbed it from your hand and turned to leave, “eat your little leaves like the livestock you are.”

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You tried to ignore the burning in your legs as you awkwardly stood behind a seated Mars, stretched awkwardly over his cephalothorax. You had noticed that his hair was always disheveled, and the heavy mats looked painful. After your previous meeting, you thought that brushing them out would be a nice way to make it up to him.

“Ow! Ugh, how much longer is this going to take?”

“Hold. Still. I’m not going to say it again.”

“This is taking forever!”

“We would’ve been done an hour ago if you just held still. God, you complain more than any child I’ve ever met!”

At least that earned a laugh.

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It was so cold tonight. Giant, soft snowflakes were gently floating through the air as you waited for Mars to appear. He did, and you greeted each other amicably. You sat and talked while he ate, with you keeping your focus on the beautiful sky above you. Your eyes scanned it intensely until you found what you were looking for.

“Right there!” you exclaimed, pointing at a particularly bright star. “That’s Mars!”

“Seriously?”

“Yep!”

“Is that where my name came from?”

“Yes. Every spring, there’s this phenomenon- well, I mean, it’s a theory- where the carbon dioxide under the surface rises out and forms cracks in the ground. The cracks look like giant spiders.”

His face brightened up. “That’s pretty cool! How did you know that?”

“I used to love astronomy.” You looked down at your clasped hands bashfully. “Actually, I thought it was my calling in life.”

He moved a bit closer to you. “What changed?”

Your eyes met his. His bizarre facial features had long stopped bothering you, and looking into his many eyes, there was such a kindness in them that you found yourself telling him about your life. Where you grew up, the people that you loved, and... you told him about your mental breakdown. About running away. About Stan and Laura saving your life. He listened quietly for the whole story, and when you were finished, he remained quiet for a while after that.

“...I’m sorry that happened to you.”

His voice was so soft that you almost didn’t hear it. By this point in time, you had been laying down and watching the stars, and had begun to doze off.

“It’s... it’s alright. It is... something that happened, and I can’t change it now. I just have to keep moving forward.”

“Hmm.”

Again, you two fell into silence, and the drowsiness was creeping back in. You don’t know how long you were sleeping, but when you woke up, Mars was still there, sitting and staring at you intently. You sat up and began stretching your stiff joints.

“Sorry! I didn’t realize how late it was,” you said, “I should get going.”

You began to walk past him, but a rough hand on your arm stopped you.

“You should stay.”

“I can’t. I have work to do in the morning.”

“You should sleep in my den, then.”

From what he’s told you, his den is a glorified hole in the ground. Quite frankly, you had no interest in ever going to it.

“I really can’t. I- please let go- I'm exhausted and freezing, and I need to get home.”

“Well, if you’re cold, then come here.” He said as he harshly pulled you closer to him. You stumbled forward and awkwardly fell into his arms. He began to reposition you so that your back was flush against his chest, but you kept trying to pull yourself free.

“Mars, I’m serious! Please stop!” Both of his hands grasping your forearms, he stopped and stared at you with his irritation visible on his face.

“Mars, I-” you didn’t know how to begin this conversation. It was unpleasant and long overdue. But sometimes he did or said things that you found uncomfortable, and you needed to set a boundary. “Please, if we’re going to be friends, then you need to stop disrespecting me so much.”

He stared at you for a moment longer before his expression changed to one of incredulity. He looked equal parts surprised, frustrated, and hurt. Then it changed, again, into one of rage, and he laughed mockingly.

“Friends?! Is that what we are? Why the fuck would I want to be friends with someone like you?!” He shoved you away from him and rose to his full height. You scrambled to get up from the ground and took a few steps back from him. You hadn’t seen him angry, truly angry, in a while, and had forgotten how scary he could be. You thought that he might storm off, as he usually does, but he wasn’t finished.

“How pathetic. Try to imagine me, me, of anyone, befriending some dumbass bitch who gives up and runs away the second she feels uncomfortable. How funny is that?! Let me tell you, bitch, that I don’t care about your stupid human friendship, especially not with someone as crazy as you are!”

You stood there in shock. He kept rambling, seemingly to himself.

“Ha, ha, ha! This bitch, this mental case, thinks I want to be her friend! What’s even the point, anyway? You’re just gonna snap and run off again like you did to your other friends! Why would I ever want to be friends with someone so unreliable?!”

There were no words to describe how hurt you were. The fact that you had confided something so personal, something so painful, to him, and he was so quick to throw it back in your face... it felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on you. You began to shake and your eyes were starting to burn.

“Fine then,” you said at last. You had to speak very carefully, knowing that if your voice broke he would only mock you more. “Forget that I said anything.”

There were so many more things that you wanted to say to him, but you quickly made your way out the clearing and back to your cabin without waiting for his reaction. You had to get back home as soon as possible. You knew that Shadow was waiting for you in your cabin, and you had to wait until you were able to hold him close before you could let your bitter tears fall.

#yandere writing #tw yandere #yandere stories #yandere male #yandere #yandere fiction #drider oc x reader #yandere drider #drider x reader #drider #terato x reader #terato #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #cleithrophobia

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