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tkaulitzlvr · 7 months

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Hii! Could you please maybe do one of where the reader and Tom are like on a break from each other, and the reader and him end up being at the same party and he gets all touchy with this girl and the reader gets jealous and she ends up making out with this guy out in the crowd and Tom sees and gets jealous and ends up beating the guy up and the reader and him get into a heated argument in the car on the way to his place and he ends up doing yk as soon as they get there but in a angry way 👀

(sry Im really bad at explaining. And if you cant do it I totally understand, plus your writing is AMAZING, like seriously I appreciate all the time and effort you put into your writing I could never 😭)

BELONG TO YOU - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: you and tom had decided to take a break from your relationship a few weeks back, and you hadn’t seen him until now, at some random party, flirting with another girl. you want payback, but tom notices straight away, acting on his jealousy.

content: angst & smut

a/n: this is such a good idea omgg these types of fics are my fav to read and write. this took me three days omg i made this like unnecessarily long & detailed sorry about that.😭 thank you so much for the request and ur kind words anon!! 💞 also this clip is so hot like hello rail me pls.

my eyes burn into his figure from across the room, fingers clutching the plastic cup in my hand so hard that the material begins to crumple, though i don’t care. i am far too immersed in the interaction taking place in front of my eyes, watching the way he places a hand on her thigh, whispering things into her ear with that same playful smirk i had seen too many times, completely oblivious to the fact that i am here, seething with rage at the sight. god knows how long i had been watching the pair for, time had seemed to stop altogether the second my eyes landed on him, all i know is that i am getting closer and closer to losing my sanity.

it didn’t matter that i was a considerable distance away. i noticed everything - the way his tongue poked out of his mouth and repeatedly brushed against his lip piercing, the lingering touches which, though failing to reach the cleavage spilling out of her tight dress, were pretty close to getting there - too close. not that it matters too much that his hands hadn’t reached the most intimate parts yet: his eyes were already doing the work for him, staring so intently at her overtly prominent chest that he should’ve made physical contact with them and put me out of my misery, tearing away the only remnant of hope i had left - hope that he wouldn’t stoop so low and give himself to the first girl that he saw.

though i know that my expectations are way too high for someone like tom. he hadn’t cheated whilst we were in the relationship, but outside of it, he couldn’t help himself. and, even though we hadn’t actually broken up, ‘giving each other some space’ as he called it, it seems that his morals haven’t at all changed, and i am the last thing on his mind - my chest heaving up and down in utter rage as his hand travels suggestively further and further upwards, fingers dipping underneath her dress slightly. that was it. admittedly tipsy, i strut toward him, stopping just a few feet away from him, now in front of a semi-attractive guy who seems to avert his gaze to me almost instantly. i don’t even have to look in tom’s direction to know that he has spotted me, i can feel his eyes on me, burning intently into my figure.

indirectly aiming to maintain tom’s attention as i soak it all in, i go that extra step further, whispering a small ‘hi’ in the boy’s ear, making sure to flutter my eyelashes, noticing the way a subtle smirk etches upon his soft lips. my hands trail aimlessly up and down his chest, his own slipping to rest comfortably against my lower back, the words ‘you’re cute’ falling from my lips, smooth as silk. it didn’t matter if i meant them or not, i am not looking for a conversation, and i think he knows that too, our intentions pretty much mutual. tom doesn’t have to know that though.

all he has to know is that two can play at whatever game he thinks he has started. though the second he spotted me with whoever had his hands roaming my body, he had stopped playing, no longer finding the small blonde beside him as interesting as he did five minutes ago. i am more than willing to carry it on, messily colliding my lips with the stranger’s, the kiss sloppy and heated - everything that i want it to be. my tongue finds its way inside his mouth, deepening the kiss even more, my hand moving to the back of his neck, fingers raking through his soft brunette curls. his own hands travel further downwards, cupping my ass and using it to bring our bodies closer together, the kiss soon becoming more heated than it was before, fuelled by the alcohol in my system and the jealousy i felt, somehow trading it all in for intense anger, eager for tom to feel the way i had just a few moments ago.

‘you wanna get out of here gorgeous?’

his voice is low as it vibrates through my lips, his words slightly muffled, thanks to both the almost deafening music reverberating through my ears, and the close proximity between us. knowing that i wouldn’t think of doing anything more with this guy, i still nod my head slowly, purely to intensify tom’s jealousy, sensing his presence slightly closer than it was before, somehow easily identifiable through the crowd.

the guy smiles against my lips, kissing me roughly once again, though this one is much shorter than the last - not because either of us want it to be. he is harshly pushed away from me, my eyes opening in a mix of confusion and shock, frantically scanning the room for any clue on what had just happened, the answer becoming crystal clear as i spot tom inches away from him, hands balled into fists against the stranger’s chest.

a small crowd begins to accumulate, my hands pushing through desperately, scrambling my way to the front, the entire thing escalating impossibly fast, tom’s fist colliding with the boy’s cheek with such force he stumbles backward, body slamming against the wall harshly. but that isn’t enough for tom. he continues to land strong punches to his face, the guy finding some strength to fight back, though they are completely pointless, having little effect on tom. after a few harsh blows, the boy is defenceless, lip swollen with blood trickling just below it, a large red mark printed across his cheek.

my fast steps make their way over to tom, who is clearly just as angry as he was before he had beat the shit out of that poor guy, his cold expression failing to waver even when i grab his shoulder, turning him to face me in one swift motion.

“what the fuck? have you lost your fucking mind?” i shout over the loud music, noticing that the people seeking entertainment from the ordeal had returned back to their own company, all immersed in random conversations, or making out with someone they had never met before - not that i was in any position to judge, i had done the exact same thing moments ago.

“have you?” he shoots back, voice a level louder than mine, oozing with rage, carrying thousands of harsh words yet to be spoken.

“take a look at the guy with the fucked up face thanks to you, then think about asking me that question again! what the fuck is wrong with you?” i question, eyebrows knitting together, wondering how he can dare to turn this on me, ignoring the fact that he has just left someone with a bloody nose, seemingly unfazed by it. his eyes scan mine, narrowed slightly, a few wrinkles lining along his forehead as he does so. i hadn’t seen those eyes in so long and, despite the indisputable fury within them, it is impossible to deny how much i had missed them, regardless of the circumstances.

“we aren’t doing this here, not in front of this crowd.” he shakes his head forcefully, grabbing my hand and attempting to lead me away from it all, my body hesitant to do so.

“why? i’m not leaving.” i state confidently. he tilts his head to the side, mouth falling open slightly, his eyes squeezing shut as he appears to be in a fight with his own mind, clearly contemplating something, the decision seemingly difficult to make.

“well i am.” he replies, shaking his head slowly, turning around to walk away.

“what the fuck? are you serious?” i ramble, chasing after him shamelessly, not yet aware of how humiliating it is that he has me wrapped around his finger. my hands clutch at his jacket, wrapping firmly around the material as i pull him backwards, just before his hand reaches to clasp the door handle.

“you don’t seem to care about us anymore.” he shrugs, expression fixed, though despite the hostility it shows upfront, i can sense the sadness behind it. “so why the fuck should i?”

he shakes his head at my silence, looking for something, anything, that hints to a response, no matter how small and totally ridiculous. i stay quiet, in total disbelief of his ability to manipulate this whole situation, somehow attempting to put me at fault, as if he hadn’t had his hands all over that girl. he doesn’t seem to care about his own mistakes, focusing purely on my actions, choosing to act as a saint despite knowing deep down he is far from being one. it is this realisation that prompts him to turn around once again, his back to me as he tugs the door open, walking through it without looking back. yet i refuse to let it end like that, hurriedly following him, not considering the consequences.

“what are you talking about? seriously, instead of being such a pussy and walking away, fucking talk to me!” i demand as he momentarily stops in his tracks, eyes glued on my own, his jaw clenched. i no longer need to raise my voice, the music drowning itself out, but that doesn’t stop me, the volume of my words far louder than they need to be.

he reaches his car, hands moving into the pocket of his baggy jeans as they scramble for his keys, pulling them out without a word, though i still have plenty to say. “i’m talking to you!”

finally, he turns to face me, expression still harsh; not giving away anything that he truly wants to say. for some strange reason, he seems to hold back, restraining his mouth from acting out ahead of his mind, this unexpected, especially considering just minutes ago he hadn’t restricted himself from making particularly rash decisions, the smear of blood on his knuckle concrete proof of this.

“what, are you deaf, hm? my words not registering up there? i’m speaking to you, answer me!” i know exactly what buttons to press, exactly how to make him crack, and, once again, i do so with some success. he briefly hesitates, letting out a heavy sigh, seemingly reaching his breaking point as his mouth opens, ready to pour out the thousands of emotions he has kept in thus far.

“some fucking break this is.” he mutters, shaking his head slowly, his hand clutching the car keys with such strength his knuckles begin to turn white. “i say that we need some space and then catch you with some random guy’s tongue down your fucking throat. really seems like you missed me.”

not waiting for me to respond, he opens the car door, climbing into the driver’s seat hurriedly. i don’t know what compels me to follow him, perhaps it is my desire to find answers, possibly i am eager to continue this argument, or maybe i just missed him: his voice, his presence, everything about him somehow being exactly what i need. whatever it is, i am far too lost within him to care, my body acting ahead of my mind as i enter the passenger side, tom’s eyebrows furrowing in confusion. he doesn’t object though, clearly needing me as much as i do him, a brief look of relief taking over his expression, silently wishing that i would give in since the argument began despite his initial standoffish-ness, thankful that i have.

“don’t act like you’re all fucking innocent! the only reason i did all that was because i saw you with that slut! you clearly don’t love me anymore, not with the way you looked at her!” each word pierces him right in the chest, the daunting realisation of what he has done hitting him faster than ever. but it is the confession that i think his love for me has diminished that strikes him the most, his face softening when i utter those words. despite this, his voice is still harsh, volume meeting my own.

“don’t be ridiculous. you know she meant nothing.” he states, this apparently sufficient reassurance for his actions, the car silent for a moment as he starts it, hands on the steering wheel. i don’t know where he is going, far too frustrated to even care, wanting nothing more than to carry on this argument, in no position to let him off the hook.

“do i?” i scoff, face harshly turning to him. “i don’t see you for two weeks, and when i do, your hands are all up on some girl. the fuck am i supposed to do with that?”

his hands forcefully clutching the wheel, jaw clenched as he looks ahead, i know that he hears every word i say, processing them with ease, yet he stays quiet for a second, an uncomfortable silence in place of the harshness of my utterance, making the words ten times harder to digest. he knows that i am right, that it would be hypocritical for him to be mad at me right now, but that doesn’t stop him from being angry. in fact, his stubbornness only increases despite the realisation that he is just as guilty as i am, if not more.

“what was i supposed to do, hm? i didn’t have you, i just-” he trails off, a heavy sigh leaving his parted lips, head moving backwards to rest against the back of the seat, one hand coming upward to rest on the bridge of his nose. though the hesitation suggests otherwise, he knows exactly what he wants to say, but he can’t bring himself to utter the phrase, perhaps out of shame, or reluctance to admit how he truly feels. whatever it is that holds him back, i am no longer interested in his skepticism, wanting clear answers, not the mixed signals that i am receiving.

“what? you just what? stop being so fucking weird and just talk.” i order, turning in his direction, eyes burning into his features regardless of his hesitance to do so, strangely scared to look in my eyes.

“fuck…” he begins, exhaling shakily, almost preparing himself for the effect that his words are bound to have. “i missed you, okay? i missed you, and i didn’t know what else to fucking do.”

“don’t be stupid. i know that’s bullshit, and so do you. be honest with me, have you fucked someone else? since we went on whatever you want to call this weird distance between us.” i know that i shouldn’t have asked such a stupid question, the answer bound to disappoint me. for some strange reason, i want to hear him say the words, to make me realise that i’m not as important to him as i thought, that in reality, he can find someone prettier within a heartbeat. because the false hope that i continue to hold onto doesn’t seem to fade, even after watching him with his hands all over another girl.

“of course i fucking haven’t.” he scoffs, shaking his head as his face twists in anger, shocked that i would even ask such a question, the thought completely unheard of, apparently. “what, you really think i care that little? your expectations of me really that low?”

“you expect them to be high after i see you acting like that with her? you’re unbelievable.” i state, briefly looking over at him, his eyes fixated on the road, though i notice the quick glances he throws my way, assessing my expression, not giving the impression that he is going to apologise anytime soon.

“you know what? pull over, this was a mistake. we should’ve just stayed away from each other.” i say, turning to look at him, my hand moving to the door handle, desperate to get out of the situation, soon realising that we are never going to come to a solution, instead the back and fourth of our arguing will only continue until it becomes out of hand, unless i put a stop to it now.

he refuses to stop, the pressure his foot applies to the gas only seeming to increase, the speed of the car getting faster, making it pretty clear that he doesn’t plan on letting me leave.

“i’m not letting you go, not when it’s this dark out. you should know that i care about you too much to do that. i want to talk about this.” he replies, his voice assertive yet calm, the desperation behind it more evident than ever. the surroundings soon become familiar, having travelled along this road thousands of times, it would be impossible to not recognise it. countless times i had seen the same houses, same trees, same buildings either side of the road, each small detail reminding me of how much i had become used to this area, able to distinguish it much easier than i realise. the familiar house comes into view, it’s four walls holding more memories than any place i had ever been. thousands of nights of passion, mornings of lazy affection, afternoons spent simply enjoying each other’s company spent here, each one unforgettable - to me, at least.

but the comfort it brings me isn’t enough to make me forget about the situation, instead it makes me resent it even more. “why am i here? you want to ridicule me even more, yell at me for kissing that guy some more, rub it in my face that you had your hands on her-”

“you’re here because i want to you be. please can we talk about this? instead of being so fucking stubborn, just let me talk, for once.” he interrupts, confessing his feelings as they spill freely from his lips, eyes finally brave enough to look into my own.

“why should i?” i scoff, stepping out of the car as he does the same, hurriedly catching up to me, my steps towards the front door heavy and fast. his hands fumble with the keys, swiftly unlocking the door and opening it for me to step inside, all whilst i continue to ramble on, a mix of upset and anger sounding from my lips. “you have your hands all over her, and when i do the same thing, you don’t like it? and then you say you did it because you miss me? you’re the most frustrating person i’ve ever met, you know that? nothing is ever simple with you. you mess with my fucking head, and you don’t even care! why? why do you have to make me so-”

as much as i want to continue the sudden burst of rage, eager to show tom the frustration i feel right now, my words are abruptly cut off by a soft pair of lips, the harshness of them mirroring the venom within my tone, silencing my rushed speech in a way too tempting for me to dream of refusing. without thinking, i quickly kiss back, soon reflecting the hunger that tom displays as his lips move against mine, hands moving to my waist to pull me closer, my own behind his neck, his black braids tangled between my fingers.

“you drive me fucking crazy, you know that?” he breathes out between kisses, my mind too lost within the moment to even respond, his words barely registering. “so stubborn, but fuck, i need you, can’t live without you...”

i moan against his lips in response, deciding that actions speak far louder than words, channeling all the built up frustration into the kiss, parting my lips to allow his tongue to slip inside my mouth, my own entering his. the process of his arms hoisting me upwards, legs wrapping around his torso roughly and walking sloppily into the living room, our lips never parting is all a blur, my back ending up flat against the couch, tom’s body situated in between my legs, hovering over me. it didn’t matter that five minutes ago i could’ve punched his face. truthfully, i could do the same right now. however i decide to exercise my anger in the most pleasurable way possible, figuring that if he is trying to apologise, this is a pretty damn good way of earning my forgiveness - the silent promise of feeling him inside me meaning i’d probably accept whatever half-hearted attempt he put together to make amends, if it meant that we could get to the point faster.

my hair is disheveled, lipstick smudged, traces of the deep red now present on tom’s lips, proving just how desperate the both of us are - whether i am willing to admit it or not. his hand travels upwards, fingers grazing the soft skin covered by my hair, eventually making contact with the zipper of my dress and carefully tugging it downwards, despite his kisses being anything but. it is so wrong, knowing that he has entertained someone else not even an hour ago and he is touching me now, but it feels so right, against all of my morals, every part of me willing to make my body his and his only. my mind silently thanks whatever higher presence up there for gracing me with tom, though the things that we are doing forbid us from ever reaching heaven, not that it matters, because the feeling of his lips against mine is pretty damn close to it.

“fuck- i love you so much baby, so much…” he trails off, pulling away momentarily to allow his hands to take my dress, sliding the material down my body, exposing it all inch by inch until the soft cotton is bunched at my knees. his lips are curved into a small smirk, so subtle it is almost unnoticeable, though once his eyes flick between my face and now bare figure, i know that it is real - his being in some sort of trance as it rests above me, giving away his silent admiration. eyes twinkling as they take in my curves, perfectly defined, adorned with smooth skin, begging to be touched by his calloused hands which now reach outwards from his sides, giving into the temptation.

he is careful, despite the look on his face suggesting that he wants to be everything but. he desperately tries to hold on to the gentleness, hesitant to spoil moment of passionate bliss that resumes as his hands continue to run along my stomach, moving further and further upward. but deep down, he wants to ruin me, to give up the sweet act that he is putting on, and i want it just as bad - each second that he continues to be tender, his actions restricted and mild, slowly tortures me.

“why are you holding back?” i breathe out, eyes locked on his hands as they finally make contact with my breasts, moulding the flesh into his palms. i can sense the way he pauses slightly, refraining from applying any pressure, instead maintaining his steady movements, gaze locked on my breasts as he drinks in the view, mesmerised by the sight as if he hadn’t seen it a hundred times over.

“we don’t have to rush, i want to be gentle-” he speaks, voice slow and soft, though i have passed the point of caring about taking our time, the concept of it long gone. because i could spend an eternity like this, completely connected with him, and it still wouldn’t be enough.

“be gentle tomorrow.” i interrupt him, eyes flickering to his lips, wanting nothing more than to feel them against my own once again, tired of his accidental teasing.

his eyes meet my own, the lust within them taking over, my words barely considered as he acknowledges them immediately, capturing my lips in a kiss. it is rough, lacking that hesitance he showed moments ago, because now he has my permission, he no longer cares about being gentle, able to act out on his desires the way he needs to.

with a simple tug, he takes down his jeans, discarding the denim somewhere on the floor, far too focused on my exposed body in front of him to care where. if his demeanour didn’t give away his desperation, the bulge in his boxers said enough, his length brushing against my leg through the material as his head dips downward once again, reconnecting our lips in another heated kiss. i shift my hips slightly, mouth falling open once his dick brushes against my clit through my panties, the sensation, though only slight, enough to restrain my ability to kiss back.

he quickly senses this, hands moving to my panties, fingers hooking under the material, slowly raking them downwards, letting the lace pool at my feet. his arms lift upwards once my fingers make contact with the hem of his t-shirt, making it easier for me to remove the heavy fabric. i sit upwards, face inches away from his own, lips ghosting over each other’s whilst i pull the t-shirt upwards and over his head, releasing it onto the floor.

within seconds, his boxers are lost somewhere on the floor, joining the piles of clothes scattered around the room. his dick presses against his lower abdomen, the sight only making the aching between my thighs intensify, just about ready to get on my knees and beg, if he doesn’t put me out of my misery in the next few seconds.

and he does - just not in the way that i want him to. instead, his lips move downward at an agonisingly slow pace, eyes never leaving my own, even when he begins to place open-mouthed kisses along my stomach, his teeth grazing over the skin ever so slightly, though the sensation is enough for small whines to leave my lips, hands reaching for his head, fingers running over the rough bumps of his braids.

“shit- you’re so beautiful, so pretty schatz…” he praises between kisses, hands coming upward to pry my legs apart as they instinctively clench together at the pleasure. if it weren’t for his body in between them, they probably would’ve closed completely, not that tom would ever complain about being in such a position - especially not now when he had been without it for so long.

“please…” i whine, back arching slightly off of the couch, his teasing movements no longer enough. i need one thing, and he knows exactly what that is, his desires mirroring my own.

“shhhh. i know baby, i know.” he coos, head finally moving from my stomach as his whole body shifts upward, his forehead now resting against my own, lips placing small kisses all over my face, attempting to distract me from the feeling of his tip aligning with my entrance. he is foolish to think that anything could divert my attention from this sensation - i have been waiting for it for so long that it is the only thing on my mind, mouth falling open once it finally becomes a reality.

his lips curve into a smug smile at my reaction, watching the way my face contorts when he pushes inside of me, his length stretching out my walls as they clench around him. my mind is hazy, tuning out everything else around me, nothing else seeming to matter once i have gotten what i want. sure, thirty minutes ago i resented him, wanting nothing more than to hurl words of irritation at him until my throat turned hoarse, but it seems that i’ll be reaching the same conclusion anyways - the way his cock slowly thrusts in and out of me eliciting moans from me that are bound to leave my vocal chords sore. this doesn’t stop me from vocalising my pleasure though, inaudible whines not far from screams leaving my parted lips once he speeds up his pace a little.

“that’s it baby, let me hear those pretty sounds. show me how much you missed me, mhm?” he grunts, his own mouth hanging open a little as his hips continue to grind against my own, knowing exactly how to move, paying close attention to when my noises would become particularly loud, angling himself to elicit those same sounds from my lips, eyes squeezing shut whenever i do so.

somehow he hadn’t reprimanded me for when i would squirm a little, back arching ever so slightly, legs closing tighter and tighter around him. instead, his eyebrows would furrow when i do so, my movements drawing him deeper inside of me, so deep that i swear i can feel him in my stomach. even if he had scolded me, reminding me to be good, to behave myself as this is what i wanted, he knows that his words won’t stop me from acting out, especially when i know he is too lost in his own pleasure to even consider halting his movements - my climax guaranteed regardless of how much i irritate him so, why not misbehave a little?

“fuck- stay still.” he finally orders once i squeeze my legs around his waist one too many times, my hips lifting instinctively from the couch. his hands firmly place them downwards, fingers digging into the skin ever so slightly, providing just the right amount of pain to make me go close to insane, a moaning mess beneath him. he starts to circle his hips swiftly, his dick moving in and out of me at a different angle, and god, that’s all it takes. that is all i need for my mouth to fall open in a silent scream, quickly acknowledging that his tip no longer brushes weakly against that sensitive spot inside me, it hits the flesh directly.

if i had the ability to speak, i would be encouraging, no, begging him to carry on, to keep his movements going, his cock hitting every spot inside of me that causes me to moan that little bit louder, legs to squeeze around him just a little tighter. but he is perfectly aware of the effect he has on me, knowing the reaction that he elicits out of me is one of unmatched bliss, so he keeps going, much to my relief. through the small part of my vision that isn’t overtaken by the tears that soon begin to cover my eyes, i study tom’s face, his expression causing the already prominent knot in my stomach to tighten even further.

if the pleasure he brings me isn’t enough, the evidence of his own tips me over the edge - his eyebrows knitted together, sweat lining his forehead as he moves in and out of me, mouth open with his tongue occasionally swiping across his bottom lip. he stays relatively quiet, though i know exactly how to elicit small sounds out of him, noticing the way deep groans sound from the back of his throat when i clench around him, almost inaudible words of encouragement that follow his moans prompting me to repeat my actions, noticing the way he twitches inside me as i do so.

“gonna cum, c’mon baby, cum with me.” he prompts, bending downwards to plant quick kisses onto my lips, his thrusts now slow and deep, pushing me over the edge as i manage to nod my head, hands reaching to clutch his biceps. my nails dig into the skin once i feel his hot cum shoot inside of me, an elongated ‘ohhhh’ leaving his lips as he throws his head backward, hips lazily rocking back and forth at an irregular pace, one final thrust being all it takes for the knot in my stomach to quickly unravel.

my eyes squeeze shut, mouth falling open as a high-pitched moan escapes it, back lifting upward off of the couch once his pointer finger reaches to make contact with my clit, rubbing slow circles over it as my release washes over me. he continues to move in and out of me, fucking his seed further into me, his heavy breathing sounding through the silent room. he collapses on top of me, not bothering to pull out just yet, instead using the little energy he has left to softly run his fingers up and down my arm in an attempt to slow my rapid breathing, taking notice of the way my entire body trembles slightly.

“you okay schatz?” he mutters, his low voice vibrating against my bare skin, lips inches away from my breasts as his head rests in between them, placing a lazy kiss there. i mutter a small ‘mhm’, noticing the strain that the small utterance places on my throat, silently cursing myself for being so vocal, though deep down i know that i don’t really regret it, the sex warranting every sound i let spill from my lips.

“you still angry?” he asks, the soft smile that graces upon his lips telling me that he knows the answer to his question before i even open my mouth. he chuckles lowly, squeezing my waist and moving closer, intertwining our legs together, our bodies tangled as we lay on the couch.

“depends if you plan on touching someone like you did that girl again.” i shrug, honestly still a little frustrated at what i had witnessed, the thought making me seethe with jealousy. even after i had tom inside of me just moments ago, the small amount of satisfaction it brings me isn’t enough, wishing that i could somehow go back in time and stop the entire thing from ever happening, realising that my life would be better without knowing he had entertained someone else, even for a few minutes.

“what girl?” he grins, beginning to place sloppy kisses on my neck, hands running up and down my waist. he knows exactly what i am talking about, continuing to sweet talk me, all whilst his lips continue to work against my neck, tongue running soothingly over the skin after his teeth nip against it. “the only girl i want to touch is you, baby.”

“you know what girl.” i breathe out, trying to continue the conversation, my head tilting backwards to give him more access, failing miserably to maintain my composure as his kisses hold me under his trance, getting me just as worked up as i had been ten minutes ago, before he had pleasured me.

“hmm, i don’t care about her.” he mutters against me, his voice vibrating above my chest, sending chills through my body, the feeling soon soothed when he moves on top of me once again, trailing the suggestive kisses lower and lower, hovering just above my breasts. his eyes are half-lidded, filled with tired lust as they peer innocently at me, the intent behind them crystal clear as they darken just before his mouth opens, his voice low. “why would i? just want you beautiful. need you all to myself…”

tired moans leave his lips as they continue to work against me, leaving no part untouched, his kisses becoming slow and sloppy. though he doesn’t show any intention of stopping, muttering small compliments in between kisses. ‘so beautiful.’ he mumbles, taking the skin between my breasts and slowly sucking on it, teeth digging in momentarily, soon pulling away once he is satisfied with the small bruise left in place of his soft lips. ‘love you so much.’ he whispers just before his tongue swipes over an existing mark, head tilting to the side to press open-mouthed kisses just below it. “shit- so fucking perfect.’ he mutters, lips hovering above my breast for a few seconds, breath fanning over it, watching the way my chest falls up and down, anticipating his touch. ‘meine schatz, all yours.’ he murmurs, taking my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, his free hand kneading the flesh of my thigh, slowly continuing to work against me, noticing the way my whines become lazy and restricted.

he looks upward briefly, my own eyes on the verge of closing, completely exhausted, entire body aching as it manages to calm down, no longer trembling the way it was moments ago. his hands reach upwards, fingers threading through my hair, removing any knots within it. his own eyes struggle to stay open, yet he forces them to, holding back on falling asleep until he knows that i have, instead resuming his fingers’ slow movements through my hair, paying close attention to my breathing pattern, humming in satisfaction once it becomes slow and shallow, signalling that i have finally let exhaustion take over. even when he falls asleep, he refuses to reduce his hold on me, bodies tangled together as we are finally at peace, belonging to each other once again.

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Age: 37

Faceclaim: Nathalie Emmanuel

Neighborhood: Sterling Lakes

Occupation: Tattoo artist & Owner of Angel Ink

Biography:

As a child, Angel caught the sight of southern, small town America through the window of the backseat of her mother’s beat up Honda as they made the move from New Orleans, Louisiana to Los Angeles. She was captivated by the expanse of the land, dreamed of what it would be like to be a nomad of these spaces and towns of character. Like her mother, Angel Wallace had always been drawn to life and it’s mysteries. Her wayward father made the trip with them, though once they had unpacked the car and piled into a one bedroom apartment in Southern California his presence dwindled to an occasional visit. Bonnie was a writer, freelance, and felt as though a place like the City of Angels was destiny. Not only was she a superstitious woman, she believed the sprawling city was fated for her. It all surrounded a mysterious sign Angel’s mother had seen flipping through a magazine while at the salon one day, one that she’d never uncover, for her life to no longer grow in the south. Though, no matter where it led her, Angel always felt the Bayou was apart of her.

The girl came about her name due to being a miracle baby, as Bonnie called her. Angel’s first title in life was savior, one that plagued her youth with the bearing of it’s responsibility. She saved her mother. When Bonnie had become pregnant with her it turned her mother’s life around, pulled her away from all of the negative temptations and grounded her into the pursuit of a better life. It was a past that Bonnie spoke of in a guarded way, most of the truths Angel wouldn’t uncover until she was in the early stages of adulthood. Given that her mother didn’t want to look back and always had her eyes forward on a brighter more adventurous future, Angel never really pushed for all the why’s nor dug too deep when her mother would trail off into something else. By the time she was a teenager, it instilled in her that the past was meant to simply be what it was: the past. It was in the rearview mirror, not the direction ahead.

In Los Angeles, no matter how long she had resided there, Angel always felt a bit like an outsider. She fit in easily with the artsy crowds; the painters, the musicians, the writers and creatives alike. Though, despite countless sketchbooks full of drawings and doodles, she never quite felt like she was one of them. She was popular, did well in school, had a band that performed at whatever small clubs and venues they could get a gig at, and was pretty happy with her life. A rarity to most fellow teenagers she knew at the time. It was just that as her mother’s success and prominence grew, the more distant she felt. Bonnie loved her fiercely, but she loved her career and life as a writer just as much. The experiences and people she’d meet and have pulled mother and daughter apart, so rather than spend time alone in whatever upgraded apartment they’d had, Angel filled the void in crashing with other people.

The distance that had been created and had grown between mother and daughter was, for a long time, an unknown reason for Angel’s disconnect. Because of it, she saw people and connections, even the strongest relationships as fleeting. They would all end or pull apart some day no matter the emotion held in her heart. So, Angel treated all her connections and relationships, no matter the type, as loosely as possible. Always afraid to hold onto someone too tight. Even, or perhaps especially, in university with finding love for the first time and actually stepping into a longterm relationship Angel fumbled too much in trying to understand it, respect it, and see the longevity in it. For she felt that if her mother could find a life away from her that so could this person too.

For too long she went through the world emotionally stunted, though eventually she found herself settling into the wild love she felt for Jameson Carter. A special someone she'd met in class and hit it off with immediately, despite their left and right brain personalities, and ended up marrying right around graduation time. For the first time she began to open up and allow herself to believe in the power of it, that love was real and staying. This man had gone as far as to make vows with her, proclaim in front of family and friends 'for better or for worse'. As an artist, Angel was the income provider in the union she shared with Jameson. It wasn't easy, she believed in his aspirations and drive, so she held up her end of their arrangement. Her wants for a family were sidelined while he took his academics to higher and hight levels.

What that entailed was picking up house, just like she had in youth, and move from place to place. The only difference was with her mother it was apartment to apartment within the same city limits. Jameson had then traipsing the country as he grabbed at new opportunities to further his dreams. In him chasing those stars she was settled onto the sidelines of his life. Their marriage was something that had become something done in passing, kids were tabled for a later unknown date, and whatever career she'd attempted to get rolling was squashed with every move and having to start all over again. Eventually Houston, so close to her own origins, Angel met her breaking point. Jameson had the big job, now it was time for a baby or she couldn't keep waiting. Her entire life couldn't be lived on hold.

A pregnancy ended in tragedy. After three years of actively trying to conceive and carry, it came to a Sophie's Choice moment where Jameson made the wrong decision. Deep in the depression of the loss, completely disconnected with the man that was supposed to be her everything, Angel didn't make the next move with him. Long distance love and therapy did nothing to repair the damage, and... then there was someone that had added to her tattoo collection, someone she’d bonded with through conversation and a few hangout sessions. For her they were the first to take a special interest in her drawings, or what Angel referred to as ‘doodling’ and told her she should do something with that talent. She told them to teach her how to tattoo and from that first session it’s become her career. Once again, Angel was good, popular, and sought after. Finding herself being featured in a magazine here and there or showcased on social media. But, she didn’t take that too seriously either.

Though, it would land her in a back and forth with lawyers and divorce proceedings. The man that had inspired her tattooing career was someone that Jameson accused her of having an affair with after he'd found their communications. They were deep, raw, and revealing. She confided in this friend in ways that she hadn't been able to with her husband, and for her it was therapy. It helped her out of the darkness and this friend gave her direction when there had been nothing but an open road. There was no love, her heart only had room for one in that sense but the man that would become her ex-husband was convinced and hurt by what he'd discovered. Angel didn't really even fight and signed the papers when the time came.

During the process, however, Angel had discovered she was with child. Approximately three months along. Too afraid to speak it into existence and lose it, she said nothing. She let the baby grow with love instead of disconnect and distance.

In finding her way to Covington three years later, Angel made the move after a phone call from her mostly absentee father. She found out then that it had been where he had ended up some years after the family had first moved into Southern California. While he hadn’t tried all that hard to keep in touch or be around, when he did make an effort to connect with Angel it always came with an outpouring of love. Her family had always simply been… different. The news she had received on that phone call had been that he was sick and on the precipice of facing a long battle. Eddie hadn’t asked her to come, hadn’t asked for help, there was something that had been left unsaid that pulled Angel and her daughter from Houston to be close to her father. Just so she could be there in case he needed someone, and maybe there was also a little hope that they could get to know one another.

#covingtonintro #( › intro. )#( › biography. )

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theiauwu · 2 years

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Hi!!!

Can I request a one-shot romantic relationship tendou x Fem! Reader (fluff) where reader is karasuno manager and when hinata and kageyama said they will beat shiratorizawa, reader was there (to keep them in line lol) and that's where reader and tendou meet, fast forward~ tendou amd reader meet again at the competition ^^ and he asked her out (or vice versa) idk it's up to you how you want to end it! I hope this is not too much ><

A/N: Of course you can! Apologies for the hiatus but I am back to fulfilling my requests now!

Really sorry for the long wait but here ya go!!!

Pairing: Tendou Satori x Fem! reader

Word Count: 1021

Genre: one shot, fluff

Warning: none

“Hinata you can’t-Guys?!”

Y/N sighs as the two first years run away after their declaration of beating Shiratorizawa, leaving her to deal with the consequences of their declaration to the infamous Ushiwaka.

They were going to get it later but for now.

She turns back to face the captain who was grinning menacingly after the shrinking figures of the first years.

Well that’s not intimidating at all.

Just as she was about to open her mouth, an attractive redhead peaked from inside the gymnasium.

“Yooooo Ushiwakaaaaa what’s taking so lon- Oh? Hello there pretty lady.”

“Hello yourself cutie.”

Karasuno’s manager flashes him a small smile, responding to his flirtatious greeting with her own without an ounce of hesitance.

Her unexpected response left him wide eyed and a blushing mess.

As he was gathering the courage to ask for her name and maybe her number, she took a glance at her watch, mumbled a quick apology to Ushijima before running off leaving the redhead slightly depressed.

“Heyyy Ushiwaka who was that?”

Tendou looked at his friend, hopeful that he would know something.

“Don’t know.”

Sigh.

Well that was useless.

But the spiker spoke up once again.

“She seemed like she was part of the volleyball team from Karasuno, probably their manager.”

The middle blocker perked up at that, maybe there was hope after all. Hopefully he'll see her in the upcoming tournament.

Humming to himself, he returns back into the gym for another torturous practice session.

“No you don’t understandddddd, Kiyoko! He was so my type! I should’ve at least asked for him name or something….”

Later that day, the girl groaned to her friend while they cleaned up after volleyball practice.

“Well, maybe you’ll see him again at the tournament? He’s from the Shiratorizawa volleyball team, right? They’re definitely going to be at the finals so you might be able to meet him at the Spring Tournament.”

Her eyes lit up at the revelation. She couldn't believe she hadn't thought about that.

“Gasp! You’re right! Have I ever told you that I love you?”

She throws her arms around her close friend, already feeling more cheerful than before.

“Sigh…Yes you have and you’re welcome.”

With a small smile, Kiyoko returns the hug. There were times where her friend gets a little too physical and emotional for her liking but through time she began to cherish and appreciate moments like these.

Tanaka and Nishinoya crying in the distance at the scene.

“KIYOK-“

“SHUT UP AND GET BACK TO CLEANING!”

-Fast forward to a few weeks later-

“I’m telling you Kiyoko, these boys are driving me insane, how do you manage all this time without me-“

“Pretty lady!!”

A semi familiar voice cut Y/N off of her sentence, she couldn’t put a finger on who it was but she knew that she had heard it before.

Looking around, she soon spots a redhead and immediately recognised him from their short interaction from a few weeks back at a rival school, Shiratorizawa.

“Cutie! Long time no see!”

She greets back, just as enthusiastically.

The second manager shots a look to her friend and glances between her and the newcomer, as if piecing a puzzle together.

An imaginary light bulb lighted up on top of her head and Kiyoko gave her friend a nudge, finally realising that this had been the man she had been sulking about the last few weeks after forgetting to ask for his contact details.

“Y/N! Isn’t he the gu-“

The manager quickly silences her friend with a slap to the mouth before she could finish her sentence but it was taken late judging from the sly grin emerging on the middle blocker’s face.

With a wink, the raven haired beauty walked off, most likely to re-join the rest of the team, leaving her friend alone with the rival school’s middle blocker.

“So….You talk about me?”

“…Maybeee?”

Dragging out the word, she tried to look anywhere but him but it was inevitable as she eventually looked back to see him still grinning at her.

Delighted to know that she had been thinking about him too.

“Ya know? You ran off so fast I didn’t even got to know your name. Or your number…”

He shyly mumbles the last part.

“Well, since we’re here now…Aren’t ya gonna ask?”

She asks while leaning on one hip, raising her brow, feigning impatience.

“Hey! You gotta gimme some time to muster up some courage first..”

She jokingly rolls her eyes and motions for him to continue to which he gives her a mocking bow in return, making her giggle at the sarcastic gesture.

Clearing his throat, he finally asked the million dollar question while holding out his phone.

“I’m Tendou Satori! And I would be honoured if you could give me your name and number!”

“Finally! You know how to keep a girl waiting don’t you? Well, I’m Y/N. Nice to meet ya!”

She takes the phone in her hand and begins to key in her number, before sending a message with the same phone so she’ll have his number as well.

Bing!

A notification from her phone alerting her of the new mail that she has just received.

The two looked at each other grinning and just as Tendou was about to ask her out, her ringtone rang.

Y/N picked up the call and talked to the caller for a moment before sighing, ending the call.

“Sorry Cherry, I gotta go..Duty calls!”

With all the confidence she could muster, she approached him and stood on her tippy toes, giving the redhead a peck on the cheek.

“Good luck!”

And with that, she runs away. Leaving the stunned middle blocker standing in the hallway by himself, his face becoming as red as his hair.

Then, he was struck by a sudden realization. He grabbed his head with both hands and exclaimed to himself.

“I forgot to ask her out! Again!?”

As he was about to chase after her, his phone alerted him of a new message. Opening his phone he sees that he has received a text from ‘Pretty Lady’.

‘Wanna go on a date to a café this weekend? I’m craving for chocolates :3’

His expression immediately brightened up and he quickly entered his response, hitting send.

‘You bet your sweets I do :D’

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyu x reader #haikyuu requests #satori tendo x reader #hq tendou #tendo satori x reader #satori x you #tendou satori #satori x reader #satori tendou #tendō satori #tendou x you #tendou x reader #haikyuu tendou #tendou x y/n #tendou fluff

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unknownchaos · 7 months

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Mechanic Details and Relationships with the mercs (With pictures)

What it says on the tin: stuff about the Mechanic :) Backstory:

Studied Psychology and took AP science classes in high school, but always had a passion for hands-on fields

She started working in a car-repair shop outside of school to earn some money for her family

She discovers her love for machines

She couldn't go to college because her family was pretty poor so she devoted her time to getting better at working with machines to keep them with a roof over their heads

Established herself as a good mechanic but still wasn't making enough to comfortably sustain her family

enter RED

She basically threw herself at the job because it not only paid tons but also had the role of Engineer, which she applied for

She didn't have a college education so they stuck her as an apprentice under the Engineer we all know and love

More details under the cut

Personality:

Seeks the infinite knowledge of the universe

pretty laid back

Doesn't talk all that much (unless someone's talking about a topic that interests her, in which case she can and will talk for hours)

Relationship with the rest of the Mercs

Scout:

Sibling rivalry type relationship

They get along well but they poke fun at each other a lot

Doesn’t talk much x will talk enough for both of them

Soldier:

Mechanic looks up to him

If he is going to do something stupid she is 100% on board

Soldier believes wholeheartedly that Mechanic is actually his trainee and not Engineer’s

Engineer has stopped trying to correct him; it does no good anyway

Pyro:

She’s a little scared of them

After seeing them lock a bunch of BLU’s in a building and then burn the building down she’s not all that keen to get near them

She kept a polite distance (because she wasn’t raised to be an asshole) until Pyro gave her a drawing they made of her

After that she would die for them

#1 pyro defender

On the battlefield she’s still a tad spooked of them

Engineer:

teacher-student relationship

She wants to immediately get into the super complicated stuff; he wants to make sure she’s ready before he throws her into the deep end

She’s good at creating stuff with what she’s got and making things up as she goes (even if the resulting machines are a little janky), meanwhile he can create really high-end machines in a short amount of time as long as he’s able to plan them out and blueprint them beforehand, so they’ve both got stuff they can learn from each other

Mech begs and pleads to be able to take apart some of Engineer’s machines to see how they work from the inside, but Engineer’s a little protective of his stuff so he always says no

When he finally says yes she understands the display of trust and is eternally grateful

Engineer wants her to reach her full potential, but he also knows that if he tells the Administrator that she’s ready to be an Engineer herself then she’d be moved to a different team and they’d likely never see each other again

He’s a little conflicted because he and the team are pretty attached to her (Mech eventually finds out that he’s been holding back on telling Admin that she’s qualified enough and this leads to a pretty big argument)

Heavy:

She was incredibly intimidated of him at first

When she first joined, she referred to everyone as ‘Sir’ (because she was raised to be respectful) and long after she started getting more comfortable with everyone she still called Heavy ‘sir’

On the other hand, Heavy was polite but didn’t really respect her since he respects strength (as seen in that one halloween comic) but he was willing to give her a chance

Once he saw her beat a BLU to death with her Welding Gun (and then her bare hands when she was disarmed) she had earned his respect

After nearly beating Soldier in an arm-wrestling contest he respected her a little more

At some point, Sasha starts to malfunction (she wasn’t broken yet, but it was clear she was well on her way) and Mech notices and offers to fix her for Heavy

Heavy agrees as long as he’s there to watch the entire time

Once Mech fixes her and she’s good as new, their relationship as friends is pretty much secured

Once Mechanic learned about what Heavy would do for his family her respect for him went through the roof

Demo:

Mech is the designated Sober Chaperone™ most of the time so they spend a good bit of time together

Other than that, Mech is always down to listen to Demo’s stories, whether they be tales from his youth or stories of various monsters/magical creatures

They’re pretty good pals

Begs and pleads for him to show her how to make some of his bombs

He agrees easily; he has her watch him do it at first, then has her do it with his help, then lets her make on all on her own

They make bombs together often after that and they only end up in respawn (or in medic’s office) a couple times

Medic:

They get along really well

Medic talks about anything from current experiments to medical jargon to how the medigun works and Mech listens attentively

Weird x Weirder

Sniper:

Mech thought Sniper didn’t like her and Sniper thought Mech didn’t like him for a very long time

They just sorta politely avoided each other because of that

But divine intervention (or something idk) brought them closer together

These two are more similar than they initially thought

Spy:

Mech was indifferent to him at first (yk, being polite and all) but grew to dislike him

Something something bad father something something he’s an asshole something something BLU Spy being a prick skewed her opinion of RED Spy too

Spy doesn’t know what he did to get her to dislike him (Sorting through the list of things he’s done would take too long) so he just returned her slight hostility

She’s not outwardly rude to him or anything, but she doesn’t go out of her way to talk to him

Eventually she starts to not dislike him as much and their relationship shifts to that of a friendly (in the loosest definition of the term) rivalry

Enjoy my crappy drawings and probably awful grammar throughout this :)

#God this is a lot longer than I thought it'd be #Oh well #thats what's the cut's for ig #hope this interests any of you :)#tf2 mechanic #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 fanart #team fortress two #tf2 spy #tf2 sniper #tf2 engineer #tf2 scout #tf2 medic #tf2 pyro #tf2 demo #tf2 heavy #tf2 soldier

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backtotheo · 8 months

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(joe keery, he/him/his, cismale) who is theo clark anyways? ew. you don’t know about him, we’ll bet you want to. they’re feeling thirty and singing karaoke feels like a perfect night to them. rumor has it they’re indecisive and have low self-esteem because they care, but they’re also intelligent and adaptable in the best way. he works to make a little money as an employee at the animal shelter (...but he also walks dogs on rover on the side). they’ve rented on a place on cornelia street in the form of an an apartment. back to december and long live are the song they could dance to the beat of forevermore. (tw: cancer, about 3/4's of the way into the "backstory" section here!)

basics.

full name: theodore james clark. nicknames: honestly? most people just call him theo, though teddy is a family nickname he'd probably still respond to. gender/pronouns: cismale/he/him/his. sexual orientation: extremely bisexual. birthday: july 22nd. star sign: cancer. cancers are known to be highly intuitive, sensitive...and insecure. occupation: proud employee of the animal care center of new york...and he walks dogs for rover on the side.

personality.

positive traits: intelligent, adaptable, caring, honest, empathetic. negative traits: realistic pessimistic, indecisive, blunt, sensitive…but like not talking about those feelings ever?, low self esteem while being self-centered. hogwarts house: i know jrk sucks and we do not claim her but the man is a hufflepuff…but a burned one. alignment: chaotic neutral. ennegram: 4w5. personality type: infj.

backstory.

his childhood was normal. happy, even. except for the part where his parents never let him have a dog because they were 'too busy' for one.

because his parents both had pretty demanding jobs, he was put in a ton of after school activities, but he kind of sucked at sports. so he joined boy scouts and took a bunch of different music lessons. he's pretty decent at guitar and piano and can fake his way through some accordion in a pinch.

theo is the oldest of three and was the child his parents placed their hopes on. his mother is a well-known pediatric oncologist at pittsburgh children's hospital and his father teaches biology at carnegie mellon. everyone assumed that theo would follow in their footsteps. and he did...sort of

he studied biology even though it wasn't really his thing because he wasn't paying for college, his parents were...and he minored in both music theory and psychology, which he liked more.

he met one of he most important people in his life while attending duquesne university in caroline davis.

...they didn't hit it off right away. in fact, at first, she was a bit of a thorn in his side. but a little bonding over a mutual love of music (and the food trucks on campus...) and they clicked. he asked her out around homecoming that first year and the rest is history.

they dated for years. it was very serious. he was two weeks away from buying a ring, honestly. but they spent a really big chunk of their relationship long-distance and it was just...hard. he really fucking loves loved her. but you know what they say...if you love it, let it go. or whatever.

during college, he made spending money at a work study job at the school library, but he made more walking dogs so he quit the work study job and started pet-sitting and dog walking most evenings.

this is where his love of animals began and only started to grow the more he spent times with classmates' and neighbors' pets. he decided to apply to vet school instead of med school, much to his mom's chagrin.

he got in!

...and he dropped out 2 semesters in because he hated it.

theo kept up a pretty big lie for the better part of a year, working odd jobs around pittsburgh and maintaining his off-campus apartment and dodging his parents' questions...until his dad was a guest lecturer to one of his vet school classes and he was nowhere to be found.

his parents gave him two choices: go back to vet school or go back to college and get a degree he would use.

theo chose neither. he packed up his shit, hopped on a bus, and moved to new york city with a collection of cassette tapes, a duffel bag of clothes, and whatever was left in his bank account to his name.

his parents didn't exactly disown him during this period, but they didn't reach out. he found out his mom was diagnosed with an aggressive form of breast cancer about 2 months after his move...and she'd been diagnosed a month prior. he heard it from one of his siblings and tried to reach out, but didn't get a response.

she passed away eight months after her diagnosis. he never got a chance to make amends and it's one of his biggest regrets.

he has since reconciled with his dad, but that's something that just..you don't just get over that. he's struggled with it mightily and with the help of a good therapist, he's starting to forgive himself. some.

he intended on reconnecting with caroline when he got there but...well, that didn't turn out so well.

so he couch surfed for a while until he could accept the first non-sketchy craigslist roommate ad he could find and moved into his cornelia street apartment.

he's not sure what he wants to do, really, so he's worked a lot of odd jobs since moving to the city. he's worked at almost every starbucks in an eight block radius of his apartment, bartended for a while, tried his hand working a food truck...but nothing seemed to stick. he paid rent by ubereats-ing most months, until he started walking neighbors' dogs and found something he kind-of-doesn't-hate.

during this in-between time is when he sort of got back into music. one job, he played piano in a restaurant's main dining room. another was a bar where he sweet talked his way into a few gigs. probably ended up meeting the rest of the electric touch crew during this period!

now he's working at the animal shelter, walking dogs using rover, and playing some gigs on the side. thank god for dogs and music.

plots n' stuff.

a roommate. or a few? i could see him having a few to keep costs low and i didn't snag any of the premade skellies for this so if you're down i'm down

found family/besties. i love those vibes especially given he's essentially upped and move away from home knowing like 2 people in the entire city.

people with dogs. either people whose dogs he walks or neighbors who happen to have them. he's like a dog whisperer so if you need a pet sitter he's your guy.

or! shelter volunteers!!!

people from any and all odd job he used to have. like a regular at the coffee shop who can't get their order right now because he left or a co-worker who helped him create a sandwich that's still on a menu at a local restaurant?

random hookups would be an option tbh. he came to new york intending to, like, win back his ex in some kind of rom-com bullshit way, but...well, it hasn't worked out so far.

someone who thought their hookup was more serious than it was would be kind of funny too. we live for miscommunications.

would love some kind of enemies/animosity plot. we'd have to talk it through. could've started with something little and spiraled or maybe they're just besties with caroline and are on her side. or maybe he accidentally ran over your muse's dog's tail on his bike :/

i'm dani. 32. friendly, promise! and i'm open to plotting pretty much anything, honestly! DM's here or on discord are always open to figure some stuff out. i'm danisaurus. over on discord and i'm really looking forward to writing with you all!

#cornelia.intro #//hi i'm dani and i never learned to shut the fuck up #//excited to write with you! some plots are towards the end but i'm very flexible i promise #//also thanks to alyssa for this pretty graphic bc i'm useless at that sorta thing <333

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I really like your Stranger Things AU with Vance! I'd like to learn more. Do you have any headcanons on how Vance adjusts to Hawkins and what his relationship would be like with the Party?

First off, I am so sorry taking so long to respond, I’ve had finals and been trying to catch up on missing work before the end of the semester.

And second, oh, I very much do, but it depends mainly on timeline because like I said Vance moving to Hawkins would be after escaping the Grabber, and while I have thought to myself that the move taking place between 1983 and 1984 would be easiest as the chaos of season 1 might be a little too much for Vance who would just be recovering from his own disappearance and kidnapping (although I also think he’d be part of the reason Jim would start to take the Will Byers case seriously since everyone also probably thought Vance was just skipping school or causing trouble before realizing he’d been gone too long, except no one really cared beyond the first few weeks that Vance was gone because he was a constant trouble-maker), and it might be better to place him in a calmer where the worst has more or less blown over, but the timeline is also pretty important.

I mostly, in my head, place him in Hawkins around season 2 in 1984 both because of the former reason and because I just think it’d be hilarious to see the utter confusion of being dropped smack in the aftermath while knowing nothing of what went on before. Like, Jim trying to explain El away when Vance can see straight through his bs because he knows damn well this strange girl did not pop up out of nowhere, and since when was his dad the type of guy to move to a cabin in the middle of the woods. Where there’s no one or anything in sight for at least a good, long walk. And if he’d adopted El, why are there no records anywhere in the cabin, why does she have the vocabulary and knowledge of a child half her age, since when did he have the time or mindset in between being a recovering alcoholic and a cop who was too busy and gone half the day to pay attention to his only other child? Why can’t she go outside but Vance can as long as he’s back before curfew, why can’t she be seen by anyone to the point that the blinds need to always be closed?

Still, let’s drop him in season 1 for the hell of it, which would mean him moving to Hawkins within 1983 just before the events of Stranger Things, making him kidnapped in 1982. He might have been found maybe a month or two prior at most, spent a while in the hospital (he was down in the basement for months and judging from the conditions we see in the movie, he was probably malnourished, dehydrated, not to mention all the injuries he might have gotten from the beatings and if any of them got infected), and I’ll try my best to organize my thoughts

For context, after Sarah’s death, we know Diane and Jim divorced a year later, after which Hopper moved back to Hawkins, Diane moved with Vance to Denver from New York, and it's known Hopper did not take his family breaking apart well.

Speaking from personal experience, when a parent is grieving the loss of one child, they can be so lost in their own downspiraling mental health, they can start neglecting their remaining one, and losing custody and the now physical distance between them didn't help matters since back then, all they had to communicate long distance was phone and letters.

There was also a bit of guilt there since Hopper had thought himself responsible in a way for Sarah's death and thought he might mess up with Vance too, so he distanced himself emotionally as well.

So for a long while, Jim was kind of an absent father and hasn't seen Vance in person since he was ten. He was starting to come back into his life three years later, around the same time Vance went missing.

That was essentially Jim's wake up call rather than the Byers case, to realize he could have just lost his son, too, not knowing what happened to him until he was found a year later having been kept captive the entire time.

When Hopper found out, he dropped everything to get to the hospital Vance was staying, but Vance himself had pretty complicated feelings, because on one hand, his dad being there as a familiar face in the wake of a very traumatizing event and the unfamiliar people of the hospital where everyone is touching (and he does not want them touching him), poking and prodding him, but on the other, it took him nearly dying for his dad to actually come see him, so....pros and cons.

Hopper and Diane did talk about him wanting to be back in Vance’s life, trying to get sober, and wanting a chance to be there for him, and that maybe getting away from the place of trauma might help Vance out mentally, make him feel more safe to not be reminded of the events everywhere when people were still talking about it and his face is in all the papers, and Hawkins was quiet and isolated where everyone knows everyone and nothing ever happens.

Vance was not happy once he got out the hospital. He did not want to leave Denver, he did not want to leave the familiarity of his home after just coming back, he did not want to leave his friends who were the only ones he felt could understand what he went through since they went through the same thing, he did not want or like anymore abrupt changes in his life.

Part of the only reason he even agreed to move in with his dad was because both his parents insisted on it and he didn’t want to argue with his mom.

The other part was because he started to feel like she just didn’t want him around, much like before he even got kidnapped, especially seeing her with her new family, his stepsister and stepfather, and that he always felt like she didn’t try all that much to find him while he was gone.

That was not exactly the case, Diane was doing the best with what she had, but parents aren’t perfect and as much as they loved each other, their relationship did become strained with him distancing himself from her as he got older and her being busy taking care of a new baby.

Jim had bought Vance a Walkman he'd planned to give him on his 14th birthday (it was supposed to be the first birthday they spent together since the divorce, so it was supposed to make up for all the ones he missed), but instead gave him in the hospital after the police found him. He still remembers how loud music usually calmed Vance as a kid and figured it might help now.

Despite not being all that receptive towards Jim, he takes good care of it and takes it everywhere he could for when he was feeling stressed.

Also, the mental image I have of Vance staring Jim dead in the eye as he puts on his headphones mid-lecture to show just how done he is with their conversations when he doesn't feel like fighting.

Jim genuinely did think that Hawkins would help because it’s a small, sleepy town where nothing ever happens and no one’s going to really know him beyond the chief’s son which is better than being gawked at for escaping a serial child kidnapper everywhere you go, and while that can get boring, maybe after what happened, “boring” might be best since at least in “boring,” it’s safe because nothing ever happens.

Point at the irony and laugh.

I said in my last post of this au that Vance does not like new stuff, and this is no exception, he does not like having to get used to the cabin, the smells and new textures and having to ask where everything is, he does not like looking outside and just seeing trees upon trees upon trees, needing rides to town, not knowing where to go when he’s in town (just overall having to rely on Jim for everything in an unfamiliar place, he hates it)

Considering the last time he talked to a stranger, he got grabbed, and as much as he’d never admit it to anyone (he doesn’t really have to since Hopper can see it in how Vance asks him to drive him places at first with how Vance wants nothing to do with him if he can help it--so if he’s willing to put up with being in a car with him for some sense of security, that means something), he doesn’t feel safe anymore walking alone where there’s not many people, which does lead to him being more aggressive and off-putting with strangers as a way to feel so.

He was canonical held back, but it was in elementary school, so he'd be in the eighth grade rather than the high school, which actually would give a good opportunity to meet the Party even if he's still a grade above them.

He mostly keeps to himself, and he spends most of his time outside of school (and sometimes skipping class), at the arcade after Jim showed him where it was, for the closest thing he can find to his pinball machine back home.

He’s both not as violent and yet worse at the same time, like he won’t fuck with you if you don’t fuck with him, but if you fuck with him in even the slightest way (touch him on bad days, mess with his music, mess with his game, accidentally or otherwise when he doesn’t know you), he will try to end you.

It ends him in jail a lot, Jim has to bail him out every time if he's not the one himself escorting him to the station (he just drops him off at home), sometimes vouch for him to his coworkers that "he's going through a tough time" and if you see him running from the cops, he's not running from the law, he's running from getting grounded.

Calls and writes his friends back home every chance he gets, mostly about updates and t complain how much Hawkins sucks.

Small detail but Vance can't drink soda anymore, he never liked the fizz and would usually wait for it to go flat, but after returning, all soda now reminds him of Sprite and Sprite reminds him of the Basement.

He also mostly cooks for himself and Jim because while he always was a picky eater, after what happened, he won't accept food from other people unless he can watch it being made, and he refuses to go anywhere where the door can be locked from the outside.

Altogether, this does give him a bit of a reputation for being a violent asshole who gets away with everything because his dad's the police chief.

Hopper did threaten once to call his mom in a fight, Vance retaliated by threatening to tell her about the anti-anxiety pills he found in Hopper’s room while exploring.

Oh, the fights, have you ever tried to raise a young version of yourself that's just as a stubborn, angry, and prone to violence as you once were but twice as bad? That's what Hopper’s going through, and while he is trying to be patient because he knows Vance isn't in the best place and he kinda does deserve some of his ire, Jim has considered putting the boy's head through a wall more than once.

Now, onto the actual Disappearance of Will Byers and relationship with the Party

The Party initially thought he was just another bully and steered clear of him up until Will disappeared.

A lot of people think Vance is older than he is, like sixteen, seventeen, but in reality, he just had a growth spurt when he was, like, twelve.

I like to headcanon because of how good he is at pinball and Sarah's fascination with space when she was alive, Vance is actually pretty good at math and science if it's put into a way he understands, and while he is a grade above them, I like to think the Party's teacher would be someone who could do that even with Vance's unease around adults. Like, he just seems like a fun, laid back teacher who cares about his students.

Hopper is trying to kick his worse habits in season 1 this time since he's trying to gain Vance's trust and prove to both his ex-wife and himself that he can be a competent parent, so s1 Jim Hopper might be a bit more serious in this au.

Like his personal storyline in this au in between searching for Will wouldn't just be being reminded of his grief but also reconnecting with his estranged son, like he and Vance would both get flashbacks throughout the season of their respective traumas.

I can't remember what happened to the Byers' dog, but I'm going to use it as a way to insert Vance into the plot since I mentioned in one of my last posts, Vance loves animals.

The night Will went missing, the dog ran away once the Demogorgon disappeared. Vance found it the next morning on his way to school and skipped class to take it to the cabin for a bit, so he didn't know anyone was searching for Will until later that day when the dog led him to where the police found Will's bike.

That's how Vance officially met the Byers, when he went to return the dog, and he mostly kept coming back to see or offer to walk him. Joyce does try to talk to him sometimes since she doesn't want to be rude and she somewhat remembers him since Vance would have been 2 when the Hoppers moved out of Hawkins.

While Vance probably would try to avoid stuff about the Will Byers case because of the memories it dredges up, I do like to think of him trying to comfort Joyce once when he could see her struggling. He's not good at it but it's thought that counts.

With the stuff with the phone, maybe he overhears it or sees it one time while he's over, he remembers the phone in the Basement. How it kept ringing all those times before Finney got there, and all he and the other boys would hear was static when they picked it up, but Finn claimed to hear voices of the Grabber's past victims.

It'd have some bad implications on Vance's end and maybe he might bring it up to Hopper that maybe Joyce wasn't going crazy, but since he's still in his denial phase, Hopper would probably just tell Vance that they were going through a stressful time and made up whatever it took to cope.

That's all I've got for right now, but I'll try to get back later after rewatching some stuff.

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elekinetic · 2 years

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hi! what are your sexuality headcanons? for byler and any other characters! :) feel free to go into depth if you'd like 💛

hi! fs fs, i think i answered something like this a few months ago but i dont remember what i wrote and it'll be cool to compare.

will - gay (canon. needs no further explanation <3)

mike - gay (canon to me. realistically we're getting unlabeled mike but i really resonate w the idea that mike's attraction to el is platonic attraction+he thinks she's pretty so yeah he guesses he could want to kiss her, plus she thinks he's cool and she's like the coolest most powerful person in the world so yeah, of course he's gonna date her. and kissing always seemed overrated anyway, so he can get over how awkward it is. this is what it's like for everyone, right?)

max - bisexual (her and lucas go on a break in college because the distance puts a lot of pressure on their relationship. he's at indiana state, she went back to california. he ends up transferring to a school near max because their team offers to match his ISU scholarship, and they get back together almost immediately. during the break though, max had an on & off again thing with her classmate jess. it was amicable when they called it off fr (they were both still in love with their exes) and they're still friends! she and lucas get along great)

lucas - repressed bisexual (he's not gonna figure it out til he's like thirty-two and he's been married to max for eight years, but there's gonna be a moment in the early aughts where he's like..."oh shit. okay, cool," and then moves on. regardless of what could've been, he's got max. she's everything he could ever ask for.)

dustin - heterosexual (you gotta have one!)

el - unlabeled forever, or at least for a very long time. (probably assumed heterosexual by most, but this literally the last thing on her mind right now, and it will be like that for a while. el is focused on being a person and labels are unhelpful for her. if she had to pick, she'll probably say pan. how much of that is because she super relates to the identity and how much is because she thinks the flag is fun... who knows. she likes both, though)

rapid fire extra characters

nancy - straight but she makes out with a girl in college.

steve - straight but would totally make out with a dude i mean who wouldn't, no robin that doesn't make me gay that just means i have eyes like some guys are objectively hot cmon even you have to agree.

jonathan - actually straight, world's best ally.

robin - lesbian (i love her)

argyle - pan (spread the love, man.)

eddie - unlabeled fr. ("i'll try anything once" type beat)

#thank you for asking!#comic con panel #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #lumax #el hopper #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #stranger things (ella's version)

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scarlet-ancunin · 1 year

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One request for Doctor ian Wright coming right up!

Since Christmas is coming up how about a ian Wright x reader fic where R comes to surprise ian for Christmas as their relationship is long distance. R has to get ian friends to help them out with the surprise

aw okay ^^ so post au ben came back already, OMG Merry Christmas Everyone love YOU ALL ^^ =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Home For Christmas

Ian was excited while messaging his long-distance lover they told them about how their day went at the facility and how they missed talking to you since it was only a certain time of day that they would be able to message you since your time zones are different. you have both been together for a very long time years if we are getting technical and those were the best years you both skype or called but they never once met in person for all those years together.

you were the CEO of a very know 5-star Hotel's around the world and you were currently in another location aiming to create a hotel there which you shared with them smiling. Ian was very proud of you and you both never once were upset when the other couldn't make the calls or even while on face time one or the other would doze off falling asleep hearing the voice of the other.

It was perfect and sometimes you both would talk about what would it be like to be in the arms of the other. Of course, you would giggle when they face time you to watch your favorite movie together and talk about it.

"I love you" Ian was the first to say it and You blushed deeply looking at Ian through the phone and giggling. "well what if I say I love you too" Ian would smile brightly "I would be very happy" that was the day you both confessed your love for each other.

ever since then, you both texted each other at any given time and sometimes at work too.

one day you decided you wanted to do a very nice surprise and you called your main company branch and asked them to book a one-way flight. you also contacted Jenn, Addison, and Magic who luckily for you had some type of social media page you contacted and told them some things about you and Ian and sent them secretly cute videos of them falling asleep while on call or they laughed or singing to you to which Addison melted.

Ian told their friends about you but never in detail, they kept their life pretty private. But the team helped you plan how you can surprise Ian Jenn and offered you to stay at her place until it was time.

"how long will you be staying?" Jenn asked smiling and Addison nods "well i purposely said I need someone to oversee this operation here as i will be opening another hotel in your area which would take a while since it would take three to four years to make meaning i can prolong my stay to spend time with Ian and hopefully you guys to"

Magic chuckles "of course and I'm sure Ian would love that too, i will give you an access ID to our facility and floor so it can be easy for you to enter."

It was Christmas Eve when everyone was working in the facility but Lucky For Addison Ben finished certain leaps and came back holding Addison close to which she let Ben know the details and they decided to use the chamber to hide in. but Ben needed to hide.

so he does smirking, and Magic had sent Ian to troubleshoot ziggy. you were amazed at the place but quickly ran into the chamber and stayed put waiting and smiling you felt your heart beat faster as you were finally going to see them in person.

Ian came back and Addison was there by the computer "Ian can you take over for me to talk to ben...I need a moment please" Ian felt bad and nodded "yes okay ill uh go for you stay strong Ben will come back in time" they said before walking off

the team slowly followed them and ben pops out of his hiding spot to see what would happen and of course holding Ian and Jenn your phone to record this perfect moment.

Ian walked in and his heart almost stopped looking at you "y-y/n you're... you're here is that" they laughed slightly nervous and excited "your really-" you cut them off by running towards them and hugging them tightly trying not to get too emotional at how happy they were to see you and you pulled away as they smile brightly at you and you both shared your first kiss and it was the best moment you could ever ask for.

"I wanted to give you my early Christmas gift" you giggle and Ian chuckles and looked down and back at you shyly "i love it y/n h-how long are you here for?"

"a pretty long time for now love and I want to spend every single moment with you" you kissed them once more and they respond to the kiss.

#unhinged desire simp #quantum leap #quantum leap 2022 #quantum leap ian wright #ian wright quantum leap #ian wright headcanons #dr ian wright #ian wright #quantum leap ian wright x reader #ian wright x reader #ian wright x you #ian wright x y/n #dr ian wright x reader #mason alexander park

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dvllknives · 1 year

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❝ when the sky turns gray and everything is screaming, i will reach inside just to find my heart is beating. oh, you tell me to hold on, but innocence is gone and what was right is wrong... if the last thing that i do is bring you down, i'll bleed out for you. i'm bleeding out. i'm bleeding out for you. ❞

( namtan tipnaree + cis female + she / her ) 🠒 bleeding out by imagine dragons is something that resonates with zoee jintara wang. the busker & professional violinist at the boardwalk on the beach is glen ellen's very own control freak, who has been in town for ten years. while they are only twenty-six, they can be very neurotic but if their friends mentioned them, you'd think they were more ardent. in a town where every one knows everyone, it's hard to keep a secret, but i think the killer knows that [REDACTED], and it's bound to get out sometime soon.

𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒔 *

FULL NAME: zoee jintara wang. NICKNAME: zoee. OCCUPATION: violinist, busker. EYE COLOR: brown. HAIR COLOR: brown. HEIGHT: 5ft 4in. TROPES: the control freak, brainy brunette, determinator, i am not my mother, the perfectionist. INSPO: monica geller ( friends ), bree van de kamp ( desperate housewives ), joy ( inside out ), elinor dashwood ( sense and sensibility ), annie edison ( community ). TRAITS: neurotic, ardent, orderly, judgmental, strict, practical, predictable, inflexible. PERSONALITY TYPE: SLOAN, 1w2, phlegmatic-choleric. AESTHETICS: the constant need for perfection, calloused fingertips, muffled melancholic music, & the scent of fresh laundry.

𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 * (abuse & neglect tw)

zoee is the twin sister to amree. growing up they had little parental guidance, aside from what their aging grandparents were able to provide. they basically raised themselves as well as taking care of their grandparents instead of being taking care of themselves. after the death of their grandfather, zoee and amree were thirteen and their mom decided to surprise them by being a parent again. to her that was by providing them with a new stepdad and uprooting them to washington from their home of bangkok. their mom did end up divorcing and they moved once again: this time california. it wasn’t always bad, zoee and amree still had each other, after all. always & forever.

𝒏𝒐𝒘 *

zoee got a full-ride scholarship to juilliard in new york city for violin. although she spent four years away for college and every once in a while to play recitals, glen ellen is her home base. she never considered leaving long term ( especially since her brother was here ) and enjoys her time in the town and the people here. she is overly protective of amree and will do anything for him. she’s currently, aside from going out of town for recitals, busking on the boardwalk with a tight knit group ( wc ). she’s wound pretty tightly and is not one to break rules, hardly even bends them unless it involves doing so for her brother... or she gets dragged into it. she’s pretty fun loving, just has to have things in a particular way.

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 *

college ex: this was sent in to the main, so you can find it there. but the basics is that they were together in ny, tried long distance when mai eventually came back to glen ellen but their relationship didn’t survive and sort of fizzled from there.

boardwalk performers: also sent in wc info for this. basically they are a close group of street performers. they collaborate, create videos of their performances, and at the end of the night will go grab a drink ( whether it was a success or not )

friends: pretty basic but everyone could use friends. zoee has lived in and out of glen ellen for 10 years so could be new or old ( the out being the four years / eight semesters in college, but she came back every summer/break ). she also lived in new york for four years so if your muse is from there, they could possibly be friends from that time? ( i estimate around 2015 through 2020, so about three years ago she was in ny )

bad influence: as i said, zoee is very much a rule follower, so this person might take an interest in corrupting her.

good influence: in the sense that she is the good influence to your muse.

romantic interest(s): past or present. serious or not serious.

#bludsintro

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campybara · 2 years

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I absolutely cannot stand Nancy and Steve's relationship. I can just smell how bad the creators want us to worship them, but I can't. Nancy and Steve's relationship was first kinda ambiguous. We weren't 100% sure if they were in a relationship, but they were definitely seeing each other. I saw this and thought it was cute, alright? Steve's character was kinda an ass, but he seemed to like Nancy, so what's the harm? He snuck into her room even after she couldn't come to his place, and they actually ended up studying- even though Steve was hoping to get a little more than that. He was patient with her, even though all his jerk friends would push him to lash out and act like another person. His character starts to progressively get better throughout the first season. He tries at least to comfort her about Barb's death, which is totally Nancy's fault for ignoring, but she ends up just blaming that on Steve. Then their relationship starts to falter a bit, especially after the whole 'Nancy is a slut' thing, and Jonathan beating the crap out of Steve. Now a different type of relationship starts to bloom, Jonathan and Nancy- but that's put on hold because guess what? Steve wants to apologize, so therefore Nancy runs back to Steve. Though Nancy still comforts Jonathan, and they both are fueled by the weird happenings that keep occurring at Hawkins. But now, Nancy calls Steve 'bullshit' repeatedly at a party, and basically implies that she doesn't love him. Jonathan then finds her and takes her home safely. So after all that BULLSHIT, Nancy and Jonathan decide to work together to figure this all out. They go and talk to Murray, and have some kind of intimate interaction for the night. See, I like Nancy and Jonathan. Nancy seems to need someone who is calm and at least has already found himself out, he's gentle, and they both are going through similar problems- which make them both understanding towards each other. Steve is too confusing for Nancy apparently. Though, this intimate relationship doesn't last long because for some reason Nancy just has to be with Steve- and starts having second thoughts about calling him 'bullshit'. Steve doesn't really care at this point, and just leaves because he has bigger fish to fry, way bigger fish. I forgot most things that happened in season 3 but I assume that Nancy sealed a relationship with Jonathan, and Steve is working with this girl Robin, who he seems to be interested in. Robin is cool, and unlike Nancy, doesn't give him a hard time over everything, she's also funny! Oh, but she's a lesbian.. sorry, Steve. Anyways in the 4th season, Jonathan's character is.. so different. Look, I don't remember Jonathan being a pothead, even if he did smoke a little weed here and there, but smoking weed is like.. his whole thing now! I don't wanna say they ruined his character, but they definitely made him sorta useless. Sure he's still smart and all, but he seems like he can't even comprehend his own relationship with Nancy. Argyle convinces him that he should just break up with her, which kills me. Why do they wanna break it off? Idk at this point, because I literally could give a lesser shit. If they aren't going to treat any relationship with Nancy with any sort of decency, neither will I, I guess. Oh and guess what, she starts getting feelings for Steve, again! After like patching him up or whatever, she just looks up at him with- let's be honest, lust, not love. And honestly? I knew they were gonna lead with this. Steve at the beginning couldn't find any girl to get with, and Nancy's relationship with Jonathan was going pretty badly- and Nancy and Steve aren't long distance, so they should just be with each other instead!! Yayyyy/s. Also the Duffer brothers try so hard to make up fake conflicts; like Nancy is mad because Jonathan didn't fly over to her place- LIKE HUH?? YOUR BROTHER LITERALLY WAS ON A FLIGHT TO MEET THEM IN CALI, WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST MAKE THINGS EASIER AND GO WITH HIM INSTEAD?? Complete nonsense.

At this point I don't care who Nancy ends up with, just please make it quick and painless and take me out of my misery.

#Stancy #steve x nancy #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #Jancy #jonathan x nancy #This isn't Nancy hate #I just wanna see her character grow without Steve in it #robin buckley #Jonathan byers #Stranger things #Stranger things ships #I also just don't like stancy #sorry not sorry #I don't see it working and I don't want to #Rant

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lupawolff · 2 years

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I just finished stranger things season 4 and oh do I need to ramble. Zero clue how long this'll be but I don't really care and this probably won't be the end of the rambles either.

Man's instantly fell for our pretty blonde haired man. And oh turns out he's the big bad, I have a track record at this point of falling for villains/assholes. I was shocked to find out he was the little boy. I was curious why the little boy didn't like scream or have a reaction at the dinner table as his mother fuckin died. Just to turn out he did it, what a sick little whackdoo. Man's had a whole ass hunch he was number 1 and I was rightttt.

Will byers, first off I love him. But you can't tell me he isn't a flavor of queer. This season just really smacked us with it even more then last season. The yearning looks he was giving Mike. No best friend does that unless you're fruity. Like will has to be gay for all those smitten looks he was given. Eyes always on mike in certain scenes like huhh. If he isn't gay but some fuckin chance, he better be some form of aro ace cause that just feels right for his character too. Explains why we never seen him express any sort of attraction towards anyone, girl or boy. Like it totally fits except for those damn looks he gives mike. ALSO what's the drawing my boy, wanna share with the class?? It was so important you took it with you when you fled the house.

Joyce anytime she said she has 3 kids, like yes you do girlie thank you. Or when will or Jonathan mention, el as a sister. I will die for found families any day of the week omfg.

I feel so bad for chrissy and fred. I was generally really liking fred. Something about his little nerdy self spoke to me. Then chrissy poor girl, her mom is a total bitch. She deserves so much, she shouldn't have to worry about her weight like that.

Steve and Robin the dynamic duo, yes please. I loved the whole boobie scene and the Tessa muppet one. Really just shows their friendship and I adore it. Steve the entire season was just so ready to beat the shit out of something. The oar thing to I thought was hilarious. When we first see him with it, he has to drop it because eddy boy is ready to go rabid. Then we get to see him actually use it against the weird tentacle bats. I was just happy to see him actually use it and go ham, like yes you deserve this. Robin and her rambling is the best thing. Girlie just keeps going, number one fear is rabies followed up by earthquakes. SHES A BAND GAY, that shit had me cackling. Her style is amazing, I want to dress like her. The jacket alone is epic. Just a gay and their himbo.

Lucas babe, I'm sorry I doubted you there for a second. I'm pretty sure the whole group said high school was gonna be different and they wanted to be different going in. He just wanted to be popular and not bullied.

Dustin is such a good detective/theorist it's unbelievable. I love that kids mind. Him and Steve are truly brothers.

El and Mike better figure their shit out. Honestly hope they break up because their relationship is falling apart. Like I understand that the distance probably has something to do with it. But the lack of communication and just in general them. It's giving me andi and jonah from andi mack type vibes. Like neither knows what they really want, it's like their together still just to be together. I'm not saying that they don't love each other I guarantee they do, it's just that things have changed. Whether it's the distance, growing up, or anything else. Feelings change over time, them being together feels dragged out. They should just be friends for now, things could change in the future that's fine. But for now they're better off as friends.

#stranger things #stranger things season 4 #rambles #im so gay for robin omfg #sometimes a guys gotta talk about their interest #or they might implode cause their life partner has not a single clue what they're talking about #stranger things spoilers

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thedarklordsnicklefritz · 5 months

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4, 10 and 17 for the Tav backstory ask meme ^^

4. Is your Tav close with whoever raised them?

So Isaac has distanced themselves from their family. I kinda recycled some of the backstory from my d&d Bard Runa, and Isaac is kind of an AU version that had a different path. I think the key difference is that Runa has a good relationship with her father (despite his flaws) and her entire reason for adventuring is to try and get a better life for both of them. And in another Universe he got caught up in his worst qualities and wasn't there for Isaac when they needed him. They lived with their uncle a lot after dad lost everything gambling, but that family cared more about their appearances and business reputation than Isaac and wouldn't defend them against the church which lead to them leaving and changing their name and everything (including pronouns)

10.Was your Tav in a relationship? How did it end?

Before the tadpole? No. There was a man who was very interested in Isaac (particularly in their bardic powers) and wanted to sort of..phantom of the opera them to use said powers for his own purposes (like gambling) and basically keep them like a bird in a cage (figuratively and literally) When they refused his advances he tried to sacrifice Isaac to the goddess of luck. So I'd say that non-relationship ended badly.

Now they're romancing Astarion. Which, has some funny implications considering that their father was also a rogue who would bed anything with a pulse (If you can imagine a half-elf BBC Casanova with some Cary Elwes, that's Destin) I think the rest of the party would tease them for the similarities. 17. What’s your Tav’s worst childhood memory?

Oof. Well, as a small child Isaac grew up with their parents who were traveling performers (Their mom was a Bladesinger and their Father was a Swashbuckler Rogue that would do Errol Flynn type tricks, and apparently a Half Elf Dancing/Singing Wizard + Half Elf Rogue = Half Elf Bard) which I think was probably pretty good and happy for them... at least until it fell apart. Their mother disappeared, supposedly forced to go back to her estranged family. Isaac took that as the polite excuse (Like saying your dog went to live on a farm) and believes she's just a dead beat who abandoned them. In their father's eyes she could do no wrong and even years later is still hung up on her as the "one that got away."

That's when Destin as a single parent started falling into more gambling and other recklessness and bad habits. Sometimes he'd clean himself up and have his shit together for a while, but before too long he was a mess again. Ultimately not a reliable parent and Isaac got yo-yo'd back and forth between taking care of him and staying with their uncle wondering when/if he'd come back for them.

#thedarklordsnicklefritz plays bg3 #tav backstory meme

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I get what you’re saying but tbh my friend telling me she hated my bf and that he was horrendous to be around, that she would have to break our friendship over it, KEPT me from that shitty relationship that very well could have become abusive if I stayed. It was the only wake up call I was going to listen to. If she had even just said she didn’t like him but took a softer line I would have staid. Shitty (note she said shitty… not even abusive) Bf haters among other women who speak up about how shitty they are and take a firm line help us all I think. His behavior wasn’t my fault but I was his enabler!!! I did confirm to him while with him that he was ok and I did invite him to events with my friends who he was shitty to. And I did keep making excuses for him and acted like my friends were hysterical, liars, overdramatic. His behavior was his, but mine was mine. And that was a sick truth I needed to hear to get out.

Kind of icky that I have to post this publicly on my page because you sent it anonymously, so now everyone gets to read about a decades worth of trauma that I have, but what can I say? I still struggle with the idea that I don’t have to defend myself or explain my abuse to people who don’t care. Buckle up mutuals! 😎

That’s great that that was YOUR situation, but it was not mine lol. Not even a little bit.

He isolated me (I was easy to isolate anyway since my whole family is pretty abusive…yknow, something proven to influence the types of relationships we get into) hours away from anything and everything I knew. I was not allowed to have my own bank account or a job, so I had no money to escape with. I was not allowed to learn how to drive (though I also have epilepsy so I still can’t lmao), so I couldn’t drive my ass out, and the nearest shelter was over an hour drive away. On top of that, because of how little I knew as an adult, it kept me scared that even if I got out…what would I do? How would I survive?

The point I think you’re missing is that I didn’t enable shit. I didn’t invite him anywhere. I didn’t take him anywhere. I went where HE wanted me to go when HE allowed me to go. I did not have friends of my own for him to bother. They were all HIS friends because he isolated me in HIS hometown, a town I’d never been to before in my life. The only friends I had were long distance…so explain how I enabled him to piss them off if they’d never even met lol? Especially because he was your classic abuser-

He was charming. He was funny. Everyone adored him, so much so that when I finally came out with proof of all the abuse….nobody even believed me. They saw videos of him beating the shit out of me and all they could say was “what did you do to make him do that!?” I tell people he forced me to marry him and they all say the same exact thing- “no he didn’t!” When I insist he did, they say the same exact thing- “what, did he hold a gun to your head and march you down to the court house!?”

You can make up whatever excuse you want- I won’t dignify further anonymous messages with an answer. I know my truth and I know that the post this is coming from is incredibly fucked up. INCREDIBLY fucked up. You’re taking women who were beaten down to nothing, and blaming THEM for keeping abusive partners around. If you want to blame victims of domestic violence, that’s a you problem and I hope you seek therapy for it to heal whatever part of you thinks that it’s the same thing as bringing “just some dickhead bf” around your friends. It’s not. It’s really fucking not.

#ask #tw trauma #tw abuse #tw forced marriage #tw domestic violence #tw stupid bitch in the dms #I escaped #I did that #nobody encouraged me to #nobody saved me #I did it myself #and I’ll be damned if some random tumblr user is gonna take that from me or say I was in any way to blame for anything that happened to me #I was a fucking child #a c h i l d #personal #imagine being this big of a piece of shit lmao #I ain’t got tolerance for this dumb ass take

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linasobsessions · 2 years

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Was it Nothing to You? {Jimmy Garoppolo} Part I

AN: this is a repost/rewrite of a fic that I have on wattpad. I thought people on here might enjoy it as well so here it is 😌

Jimmy Garoppolo x fem!Reader

Summary: Being in love with someone who sees you only as a friend is never easy. But being in love with a friend that you sleep with on a regular basis was even harder.

That's something (Y/N) starts to realize as well when feelings for her friend Jimmy start to creep up on her. The problem: not only is Jimmy the famous starting Quarterback for the San Francisco 49ers but also someone who isn't really cut out for serious relationships. Will she tell him about her feelings or will she distance herself to protect herself from rejection and hurt?

She should have known that it wasn't a good idea. To be honest, it had been one of the worst ideas they had in a long time. But she had accepted his offer without a second thought. Who could blame her tho? Jimmy and her were close and she believed it wouldn't take a toll on their friendship. And how could she possibly refuse the opportunity to hook up with one of the hottest NFL players on a regular basis?

He was everything a man should be in her eyes. He was caring and loving, but also someone you could joke around with. He was successful and did really well for himself. He was someone who could provide a good life for you. Not to mention his good looks. His face looked like those one of male models. His jawline sharp with cheeks full of scruff. His eyes a deep chocolate brown you could get yourself lost in. His whole body was carved by Greek gods so strong and powerful.

The suggestion came out of nowhere for her. She was okay with them being just friends. Of course she thought he was attractive but that was it. She would have never believed that she could have the opportunity to sleep with him. Not just because they were only good friends but also because she just wasn't his type. Not that she was not pretty by any means, no, just because she wasn't what society considered the beauty standard. Guys like him would never go for girls like her. But she had also seen the girls Jimmy had gone home with from clubs and went on dates with. They were all skinny, so gorgeous and absolute unlike her. Most of them were the complete opposite to her and as much as she hated it, she couldn't help but compare herself to those women. She almost wanted to laugh. Jimmy Garoppolo wanted to hook up with her? It had to be a joke.

But he wasn't joking. Not at all. His expression was as serious as it could get. He was really asking her to hook up with him. And even though she knew deep down this would stirr up something unwanted, she agreed. A couple of seconds of silence arose between the two of them. It wasn't awkward by any means but rather filled with some kind of electricity. And when Jimmy closed the space between them and pressed his lips onto hers for the first time that electricity felt like dozens of fireworks going off at the same time. Their hands explored each other's bodies as (Y/N) deepened the kiss that got more passionate by the second. They unconsciously agreed on one thing: their clothes needed to come off as soon as possible. While making their way to (Y/N)'s bedroom, more searching around for the right way because neither of them wanted to break the kiss, they started to pull each other's clothes off. His shirt first, followed by her hoodie before they fell on her bed, the rest of their clothes becoming less and less.

Their first time was filled with passion as both forgot where they ended and the other began. Pure, hot pleasure ran through their veins and nerves as only the sounds of their breaths, moans and skin on skin were audible. It was amazing. And (Y/N) had to admit. He was the best she ever had. Unlike her other boyfriends and hook ups he focused on her and her needs, making her reach her high not only once, but twice. She was absolutely spent and from the rapid beating of his heart and heavy breathing Jimmy was too.

(Y/N) would have expected him to get out of bed after they were done but the opposite was the case. Jimmy pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her waist. Her head rested on his chest so she got lulled to sleep by his heartbeat and his hands drawing circles on the skin of her waist.

On this night neither of them knew the chaos that would soon arise because of their agreement. On this night both of them were just glad to have someone lying next to them, keeping them company.

#nfl football #nfl #nfl imagine #nfl imagines #national football league #jimmy garoppolo #jimmy garoppolo imagine #jimmy garoppolo imagines #jimmy garoppolo x Reader #American football #san francisco 49ers #49ers

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pineapple-lover-boy · 3 years

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Can- can I just talk about the Victuuri relationship? Pretty please?

I just…. I’ve never seen a healthy relationship that starts from idolization and a need to get out that has ended in a satisfying way.

Let me elaborate:

We all know that Yuri idolized Victor. It’s why he was so nervous in the beginning and why it took time for them to build on their relationship, he saw Victor as a god.

Victor? He was depressed. He loved the ice so much but he longer found excitement in competitions. He didn’t have any worthy opponents that had a chance of beating him (sorry Chris).

I believe Victor “fell in love” at the banquet. He was attracted to Yuri but, even though he lost, he also saw potential in him. That night was probably the most exciting night for him in a long time. I think he felt genuine affection for Yuri but also saw a way to get out of his predicament.

Then, of course, Yuri didn’t show up the following season (a year had passed before the present timeline). He was most likely annoyed that someone who had gave him excitement didn’t show up. Did he think Yuri had a chance of beating him at first? Probably not. Did he see potential or at least someone he could have fun with during the season? Hell yes!

And then when he saw the video of Yuri skating Stay Close To Me, something that awarded him a gold medal. That’s all he needed. He saw how Yuri not only skated it perfectly but I bet he thought Yuri skated it better. Let’s not forget that emotion is a huge part of skating. If you don’t skate with the passion your supposed to hold for whatever theme you have, your performance can almost seem futile. Victor obviously won because he perfected it but if it was based on how he presented it alone, he would’ve lost. He saw someone worthy of skating an gold medal piece while also having the heart to do it. That’s talent.

Anyways, because of this, their relationship doesn’t hold well in the beginning. He’s passive aggressive towards Yuri because he doesn’t see his own talent and Yuri is just going along for the ride because holy shit it’s Victor fucking Nikiforov.

As they get to know each other and Yuri opens up more (plus Victor getting info on Yuri from the others) Victor starts to see Yuri as an actual person and not someone he can use to project himself onto and then later skate against. And Yuri starts to see him as an actual person too.

I saw on another post talking about how we didn’t see them during the summer and how the end credits of every episode suggest they got to know each other better as both in the credits and in the show they (Yuri) are able to touch each other more. I 100% believe this.

I also believe they might’ve had an argument or two on this topic. It’s not easy to switch from inadvertently seeing someone as anything but a person to an actual person with emotions and feelings. I believe Victor would’ve tried to back away from this subject but Yuri wouldn’t let him. It wasn’t big arguments like in episode 7. It was probably little quarrels that annoyed them both but after having a long conversation they finally started to become more comfortable with each other.

Yuri started letting go of the notion that Victor was a god like creature and Victor saw him as something other than a pawn. Yuri stopped getting as embarrassed with Victor touching him and Victor stopped trying to seduce him as much just so he could see the man from the banquet.

This most definitely leads the way towards a healthier relationship but episode 7 was inevitable. Yuri’s anxiety was at an all time high when he comes out on top. The fact that he needs to stay on top and not mess up is getting to him. As a person with anxiety, it’s pure hell. The thoughts of failing won’t get out of his head and even as he turns off all the monitors he can still hear everything.

Victor takes him away from prying eyes and has no idea what to do. Despite an obvious change that would’ve had to include some emotions from both occurring over the summer, he still has no idea how to help someone in distress.

Then he makes his first mistake. Yuri is visibly shaken by someone’s scores (can’t remember who) and Victor, who is at his wits end, yells at him to stop listening and puts his hands over Yuri’s ears. This tells Yuri how nervous Victor is too and despite knowing that Victor wouldn’t leave him now it shows to him that Victor doesn’t have faith in him (even if he does).

Victor tried to shatter Yuri’s heart. He must’ve expected Yuri to maybe sign heavily but tell him that he’ll do everything in his power to win (probably something that’s happened with him and Yakov). Instead he see’s the consequences of his carelessness. Yuri rightfully lashes out at him and even through all that Victor stills says “should I kiss you?”. Idk what Yuri was thinking but if I were him I would be extremely offended that Victor would try and use me like some doll he can play with and can assume that physical affection and love can fix everything, which was probably what Yuri was thinking.

There’s something off about Yuri and Victor when they emerge but Yuri is surprisingly better now. Cathartic crying can do wonders, kids. There’s also my favorite part of the entire show (couldn’t find a gif):

*head jab* “Hey, fuck you.”

*more head jabs* “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. I know you don’t like this you unempathetic dicknip.”

*head pat* “You’re forgiven.”

We all know what happens next: Yuri ends his love story with Victor’s signature move and Victor kisses him out of joy and the need to one up him (with love, of course).

I’m gonna get a little sloppy here with the timeline because I have the memory of a female protagonist that needs to go back to work to get something only to accidentally bump into the jerk CEO of which she will develop a toxic relationship for fan service, so forgive me.

Gonna skip ahead to the scene where Yuri tells Victor that he’s leaving skating, and basically Victor too. (At this moment I realized I’ve been spelling Viktor with a c and not a k which is really fucking with my brain but it’s too late to go back). Victor starts crying and realizes just how Yuri felt when he was rejecting him.

I believe Yuri found some light in the situation because of that fact, which Victor was not having. They’ve been closer than ever now. They’ve kissed, they’ve also announced they they’re getting married, so what the hell?!

Yuri, as we know, feels he’s keeping Victor from the ice. Victor, while he misses the ice and wouldn’t mind being competitive again, has found meaning and if he’s going to be Yuri’s coach to stay where he is than so be it.

He wanted to coach Yuri because he wanted a worthy competitor and while he still wants that, what matters most now is his relationship with Yuri. If he stops being Yuri’s coach and Yuri goes off the ice he knows it will be the end. Yuri loves the ice too and I’d bet he’d try to distance himself from Victor as to not feel regret from leaving without actually knowing that he’s doing it.

They’ve grown so much at this point. But that doesn’t mean it’s over. After all they’ve been through Yuri doesn’t realize that consequences of parting from one another. While being too dependent on your spouse isn’t good, it’s what they both need right now. They are what caused the other person to be happy again and while I hate those types of storylines this one executed it perfectly.

I find Victor’s silent plea to Yurio absolutely heartbreaking. He knows it’s bad to put pressure on people but now he’s doing that to a 15 year old boy. He’s putting his relationship and his life into this child’s hands because he knows there’s nothing else he can do.

I do think Yurio had a crush on Yuri but even if he didn’t: Yuri has taught him so much. He, although being an ass most of the time, has really come to love Yuri as family. It’s clear that Yurio was always lonely (Otabek being his first friend and all) but once he came to Japan and lived, truly lived there, he wasn’t lonely anymore.

Yurio wins, Yuri gets silver and all’s well that ends well.

I guess my point of this was to show how well the relationship in YOI was. I could’ve included some more detail on some points but I usually write stuff in one take (it’s very hard to revise without my mind shutting on itself).

I just love how an implicitly toxic relationship can come out so healthy. They don’t do any of that miscommunication bullshit and when they do it’s because the characters don’t know what to do or how to handle something. Like humans do!

They could’ve easily made this the hot famous guy thinks the kawai girl boy is just so adorable and the kawai girl boy is absolutely infatuated with the hot guy. Hijinks ensue which includes the kawai girl boy thinking the hot guy is in love with someone else. She He gets pushed into thinking that she’s he’s more independent in the end and happily ever after for the couple that will divorce in less than five years! Yay!

Seriously, I thought that was what was going to happen but YOI subverted my expectations so much. They are people that grew from their bad mindsets. And you know what? Yuri still has anxiety! Victor is still bad with handling emotions! And that’s ok! We don’t change that quickly. It takes time and hopefully another season.

I’m definitely using this show as a template for healthy relationships. It’s so hard for me to properly write them when I’ve never been in one and I’m not given the chance to see it happen in different environments (when searching it up all I get is “they trust each other. They blame each other. They’re compassionate.” Like ok but can you show me how?)

Yuri!!! On ice…. I love you so much. You have done so much for my mental health and my writing. Thank you.

#yuri on ice #yuri katsuki #katsuki yuri #victor nikiforov #viktor nikirofov #please tell me if you want me to elaborate on some sections #long post #yurio plisetsky #yuri plisetsky #healthy relationships

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