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bigfatbimbo · 3 months

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hi!!!! so i absolutely adore ur writing and was wondering if you could do angst. idk if this is up your alley or anything but if it’s not you don’t have to write it dw abt it!

so basically vox x reader

reader is really sad bc something happened and just isn’t in the mood for vox when he comes home from work. so vox being himself is annoying and instead of reader being mad or even like having a reaction (she’s usually a dom btw) she just like breaks down. ik this is a little random but i think it’s a pretty cute idea. have a nice day/night xxx

a/n — I had a TERRIBLE day so here’s this hurt/comfort fic to cope.

Vox’s shit-eating grin slowly faltered before completing dropping as he took in the situation. He barely even remembered what he’d said but, obviously, you didn’t take it well.

He felt a pang of guilt as he looked at you on the couch, crying into your hands. He knew you were in a bad mood when he got home. Of course, he didn’t know just how bad of a mood.

He saw your irritation right off that bat, he had asked what was wrong and you had brushed him off, snapping at him slightly.

That’s about when Vox had decided to escalate the situation. Throwing annoying taunts at you, teasing you, begging for you to do something about it.

Of course he wanted a reaction, but more on the lines of you slamming him against a wall and putting him in his place. Under no circumstances did he think you would start crying.

And yet, here you were, crying into your hands on the couch, over some bratty remark Vox had made.

“I— uh, my dear, I didn’t mean anything—“ he tried to clarify, stretching his arm slightly out as if to touch you. He wasn’t sure what to do.

“Shut up, Vox,” you cried, “Don’t you know when to shut up?” Your words weren’t laced with venom or overly angry liked he’d expected. In fact, that would have been better.

In contrast to your usual nature, you just seemed overall sad. More than sad, Vox thought, totally spent.

It was no secret he was terrible at comforting people, giving people false hope and manipulating them into doing something for him, sure. But this?

Well, convincing someone they feel better and actually making someone feel better were incredibly different. He was totally lost.

Your sobs got louder and more violent as moments passed. And yet, he stood there like an idiot, giving you a blank stare.

As if going through the motions, he recites a list in his mind. What to people usually do to help someone when they’re crying? Maybe, give them a hug?

He sighed and sat down next to you on the couch, cautiously putting his hand your shoulder and rubbing gently.

Apologize next, Vox’s mental list demanded.

“Look,” he started, awkwardly fiddling with his collar, “I didn’t mean to bother you by giving you all that shit. I knew you weren’t in the mood I just—“

He struggled with the next part, “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”

The strange thing is, he really really meant it. Usually, an apology for Vox was one step further in getting what he wanted all along. However, this time the fact he made you cry actually erked him like nothing else before.

He apologized solely because he wanted you to feel better.

“I’m just not in the mood for your shit, Vox,” you answer, choked out and muffled as you wipe the tears from your face.

“I know. Well, now I do.” He went over his metal list once more, “So what’s got you so out of sorts this evening, my dear?”

“I’ve just—“ you sniff, trying to take in your thoughts, “—I’ve had a long day.”

“I’m all ears,” he answers immediately. If there’s one thing Vox was good at, it was listening.

You rant to him about the mishaps of the day, how fed up you were with so-and-so, how tired you were of life being so hard.

The entire time, Vox listened, plotting the perfect reply out in his mind, and checking off boxes on his list.

“Well, it’s over now, your home. And I won’t be an asshole anymore,” He says, earning a raised eyebrow from you.

“I’ll try not to be an asshole anymore,” he corrects, provoking a small but noticeable smile out of you. He rewards himself, internally.

Hug them, he told himself.

He moved closer to you and hesitantly wrapped his arms around your stomach, rubbing your back gently. To his delight, you ease into the hug, arms looping around his neck as you recovered from your breakdown.

“You’re so not getting laid tonight, by the way,” you joke, still in the hug.

“Yes, my dear. Unfortunately, I figured.” he sighed and continued rubbing your back.

“Do you wanna go watch TV upstairs?” you inquire.

“Always,” he grinned.

“Do you wanna keeping hugging while we do that,” you ask, genuinely curious.

His smile softened, “always.”

a/n — and then the next day you railed him into a mattress until he was crying harder than you ever were. The end.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel vox #vox x reader #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel fluff

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bucknastysbabe · 4 months

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hi cal! i love your page sm. i wanted to request more chubby bucky (i’m so obsessed & haven’t seen him in a min) also make sure to take care of yourself and have a good day/night 🩷

HI!!!! Sorry I’ve been such a spazz and awful about my page and askbox I’m in my new era blah blah but YES! CHUBBY BUCKY! Thanks for the well wishes I’m trying to practice ~self care~ and ~time management~ mwah mwah much love. So let’s say this just in the same universe as Poolside Blues!

Rating: Explicit

Tags: TW: body dysmorphia, obsessive thoughts, negative body talk, Muscle chub Buck, Bucky’s shit self esteem is saved by sunshine gf, holiday weight gain, Bucky being a stubborn mf, switch!Bucky, reader has empathic projection, horny texts, body worship, WE LOVE SOFT PARTS AND STRETCH MARKS ROUND HERE, teasing, sub space, daddy kink, pnv!sex, cuddles and fluff, Bucky is just a big cuddly tiger kitty

“Bucky if you stare at the scale any longer I’m going to break it. Holidays are over, you can get back to being in the gym twenty-five eight.”

Bucky eyed his petite girlfriend, frowning from the doorway to the bathroom. He palmed his stupid fucking gut and sighed, he actually had to suck in to see the number! This is why Bucky hated the holidays. Besides being cold. James Buchanan Barnes very much disliked the cold, one could assume why.

He could handle the residual un-moveable pudge leftover from Hydra’s ever consistent tinkering with his bodily functions. But then it all started with Halloween. Wanda and his girlfriend loved to bake. So he’s getting force fed cookies. Then they need to decorate, go to functions, give out candy. No time for gym.

Bucky grumbled and stepped off the scale, padding to his closet. He grumbled more, “Stupid turkey holiday.” Great yes, the holiday known for feasting. Pumpkin spiced everything in his vision. Bucky had a weakness for pumpkin, his ma made good spiced bread. He took a short vacation with his lovely little angel to the mountains. He tried to rationalize that hiking and marathon sex would make up for the amount of food he had ingested.

Tony Stark of course had a grandiose Thanksgiving celebration. Bucky tried to keep it light, he did, he really did. But every refusal got sad eyes or downright offense. The former winter soldier was belly up by the end of the night, all gym plans out the window.

Christmas fared no better. His best gal absolutely adored Christmas. It was the first holiday she’d experience not as an asset to Hydra, just like Bucky. So instead of RUNNING or LIFTING, the Brunette was shopping and ice skating. He’d already gone up a size in clothes December 3rd to be exact. Bucky correctly guessed he would go up another post-Christmas.

He’d whinge and rant to Steve, the blondie listening and telling Bucky to chill— it’s not like anyone thought it was bad. Bucky exasperatedly shouted, “I’m like a goddamn balloon! I don’t need to be on missions like this! I’m going to Bruce, jerk.”

“Punk.”

Bruce didn’t help either. Just said once he got back into a routine it would come off and he’d be at his regular weight. Refused to give Bucky Ozempic either. Some kinda doctor he was, his patient was obviously distraught.

“Are you dressed yet?,” she hollered.

“Give me a second!,” Bucky pouted.

He was going to pout today. Go to gym, get anger out, and pout. So he shimmied on some catastrophically tight basketball shorts and the biggest shirt he could find. Luckily it covered him up. May or may not have been a panic buy. Bucky cursed some more sitting on his bench to lace up his shoes, stupid gut getting in the way.

Red faced and irritated he snarked, “Happy now princess? I’m going to the gym, nothing is stopping me, I will be going to work out.” She grinned and watched him grab his bag, slapping a round ass cheek on his way out. Bucky shuddered at the wobble. Her familiar rasp rang out, “Nice ass baby! Go get em!”

He was too old for this. Technically his girl was ten years his junior if you took off the cryogenic time. He loved her dearly, always bubbly, somehow remained optimistic after all she’d been through. But the little freak liked Bucky’s pudge, loved it. Always grabbing up on it.

Bucky took the stairs to the gym. He needed it. The brunette thought with a smirk that if he had a nickel for every time he had to remove her hands from his ‘handles of love’ he would’ve been a millionaire back during the Depression. He grimaced at the feeling of his chubby tummy and thick thighs.

Finally. He’d made it. Gym time.

Not a soul in sight, Bucky could just relax and get his frustrations out. With a fuck-ton of a cardio and some toning exercises— really didn’t need any muscle to bulk him out more. He felt a bit peaceful for once, a strange bravado coming over him. The soldier stretched his unused muscles and did a bit of breathing exercises.

God, he already felt lighter. Maybe. Maybe he would take a picture and see if the camera made him look different. Bucky’s therapist already hammered him about his ‘body dysmorphia and negative self-image’.

Taking a peak about and tying his hair half up, Bucky propped the camera at a flattering angle and yanked off his shirt. He refused to look in a mirror for the holidays unless he was clothed. Fiddling with the inane controls, the man finally had the thing on a timer. He pulled off his shirt and tried to pose, straighten up his back again.

The flash went off and he ran to the phone, hit send, then sat down on a nearby bench to look fully. The brunette had to keep his ‘body positive!’ thoughts at the forefront. His chest and legs looked good. Face didn’t look too puffy thanks beard.

Disgust picked the earlier bravado up and hulk smashed it. Buck’s eyes were glued to his rounded belly and fat hips, a muffin over those horrid shorts. There, oh my god, there were stretchmarks on him? Bucky never had stretchmarks! Not the red kind! But there they were— mocking him. Ragged lines on his hips and sections of stomach.

He deleted the picture, feeling horrid. He should run more. But not before the pings blowing up his phone. She was strange and texted in 5 different messages that could’ve been sent in one singular text.

“Babbbbyyyy omg you’re so hot”

“Fuck, I’m getting all flustered in this debrief.”

“Look at that pretty body. Wanna lick those pretty stripes, tiger.”

“I’m so horny lmfao get your ass back to the room in 30. I’m gonna fucking ride you so goddamn hard.”

Bucky blinked a bit, feeling himself perk up. He still was a overblown balloon, but at-least the weirdo he loved enjoyed it. “Tiger huh,” he murmured, scratching at the sensitive marks. Bucky had a time limit now, snatching his gear up and stuffing it into a bag, hustling down the stairs to his room.

“Hey Buck,” Sam’s voice was a blur as Bucky entered his room. He smirked a bit hearing a muffled, “Weird ass.” The super soldier kept his mind on the prize— getting the daylights fucked out of him by his girls. Nope he wasn’t going to pay attention to the chafe on the inside of his thighs one bit. Okay...maybe he’d powder the area after the shower.

All he had to do was wait now. Wait. Not get nerved about his very naked body. He felt like a pile of exposed lard but it’ll be okay. Yep. Bucky would be fine. Pussy would fix his problems. As long as she played nice and didn’t tease. That rendered Bucky into a teary, babbling mess. Either he was always a masochist or Hydra made him into one but God— sometimes when she got mean he saw stars.

The door busted open, Bucky feeling relief at her grinning face. She gently closed it behind her, stripping easily while throwing her panties at him. He caught the material, moaning softly as she growled, “See what you did to me in the middle of that debrief? Had to cut it short my pheromones were so bad.”

Bucky inspected the panties, eyes fluttering at the slick wetting the cloth. He gripped and inhaled, hand flying down to soothe his cock. A lithe body crawled to the end of the bed, the soldier flushing as she seated herself in between his thighs. Keeping him in fucking missionary, her manicured nails spreading him a bit. He gasped, body jolting at the exposure.

Her perky tits heaved as she groped at his thighs and slid down to get handfuls of his round ass. Bucky threw his head back and moaned, “W-What are you up to?” Earlier mentioned pheromones were making his body keyed up and sensitive, pupils likely swallowing up blue eyes. She leaned forward, taught body against his cock.

“Mmm- I don’t know really. You just looked so delicious,” she kissed his belly and cooed, “I know you’re upset with yourself right now, Buck, you’re fucking gorgeous. Holiday weight or not. But I’ll even go to the gym with you, know I’ve been a distraction.”

Bucky slurred a name, hands reaching for her waist, she was so sweet. He sighed, “I enjoyed you as my distraction, best disss-traction everrr. Fuck you’re makin’ me horny babydoll.” She crawled up his bigger body to plant a kiss on Bucky’s swollen lips before sliding back to her place. His cock leaked when she giggled, “I know, poor baby’s all achy for me. But I wanna do something first.”

She slid palms up and down Bucky’s muscled arms, soothing him a little. Then the she-devil gripped his chunky love-handles and shook, watching with poorly-disguised glee. Bucky whined, “Baaaby, stoppp, it’s awful!”

“Think of them as tiger stripes, they’ll fade out when you drop weight,” she dug under where his belly hung a bit and traced at his most sensitive stretch marks. Bucky let out an indecent noise, thrusting up into her sweet touch. The fellow avenger cooed, “S’that feel good tiger? Need some lotion. Pretty boy.”

Bucky outright whimpered when her hand wrapped around his weepy cock, already slick from copious pre. She slowly moved her hand, praising him. Pretty boy, smart, handsome, good, kind, helpful.

He was going to bust a nut before anything happened. Bucky barked, “B-babe, stop! Stop!” Her pretty brows knitted together, hand jerking away as she asked, “What’s wrong bub?” He panted, “Gimme a second, w-wanna fuck you so baaaad.” She gently stroked the outside of thick muscled thighs, padded with love in her opinion.

“Thought I was going to ride you?,” she asked, face beginning to flush.

Bucky shook his head, managing to push himself up to get face-to-face. His soft body filled the tight space between them, making her whimper now. Bucky used one hand to caress the side of her face, the other massaging her pretty tit. Long lashes fluttered, her lips falling open.

Score. He managed to somewhat fumble through the pheromone fog.

Bucky rumbled, “Nuh-uh, all this talk about my body and you don’t want me to pin you down and fill your pretty pussy up? Hm sweetheart?” He punctuated the sentence with a deep kiss, the sweet thing easily giving up to him. It was fun when she played mean but Bucky had more experience— he could play his girl like a fucking fiddle.

“C’mon,” smack, “use your,” smack, ��words baby,” smack smack. She didn’t want to stop kissing, sucking on his bottom lip as he pulled away. She blushed, embarrassed on how fast the situation had flipped. His girl whined, “Yeah, c’mon fuck me, fuck me full daddy.” He grinned and laid back, strong arms pulling her atop him.

She squealed, eyes widening. Bucky purred, “You know what to do, Daddy’ll let you on top.” He bit his swollen lip again watching the tip of his clock get swallowed by molten heat, the pair of them shuddering in ecstasy. Her little hands planted on his chest, panting and whining at the fullness. He’d get to work, holding that pretty waist and fucking up into her tight cunt.

It wasn’t long before she was crying out and laying atop his body, gasping, “Y’feel so good! Ah! Soft and oh god s’fucking hard!” Bucky sucked at her neck and thrust into her with downright pornographic slaps. He grunted and gasped, legs wonderfully getting another workout.

He murmured into her ear, a hand stilling all that writhing the poor thing was doing, “Yeah doll? Daddy fucking you good? Feels good to lay on Daddy and get your pussy pounded huh?” She sobbed, clenching and spilling tears on his neck, “Yes daddy! Yes! Don’t stop, fuckfuckfuck, s’rubbing my clit! I love you Daddy!”

Bucky’s eyes crossed for a second. What?

The evil flab that curses his very existence is a free clit rubber? He moaned in delight. Bucky changed their position some to milk out that new fact. Might as well abuse it before it’s gone. His baby was clinging to him now, mewling his name, pussy spasming sporadically. Bucky tilted her head up, melting at her pretty eyes. He rasped, “Come for Daddy baby, know you’re close, let go babydoll.”

He was grinding the tip of his cock into her soft spot while cooing at her. She hiccuped on a sob, the entirety of lean frame tightening down on him. His baby was a lot stronger than she looked. He could feel her core clamp and soak his cock, sending Bucky reeling into his own orgasm with a hoarse shout. He whimpered at the feeling of his balls drawing painfully tight, emptying all he had pent up.

They laid in a pile of sweat and spend, probably love. She was still subbed out, nuzzling into Bucky, only making a soft noise when his soft cock slid out. The brunette guessed it was his turn to return her earlier favor. He felt like the man of the hour. Crazy little kitten thought her geriatric overweight cyborg assassin was hot. Even with the holiday pounds.

So he pressed little kisses, rubbed her back, waxed poetic nonsense of his love for her. Bucky was a lover boy back in the day, just a little rusty, not like his Babygirl was on planet Earth right now anyways. She murmured into his neck with a dopey smile, “Tiger.”

Once again, crazy fellow asset saving Bucky’s wavering self-esteem. How lucky was he?

#bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #chubby!bucky x reader #chubby!bucky #fluff and smut

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enkas-illusion · 5 months

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One of Your Guys

One of Your Guys - Part 1/3

Fandom / Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen / Choso x f!reader

Rating: NSFW/Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Content Warning: Fluff, kissing, language, hurt/comfort, slight make out

Chapter Summary: You rant to your friend Choso about your crush and things take an unexpected turn when he confesses something that catches you off guard.

Author's Note: Hello, this is my first attempt at a short story. All characters are in their mid 20s. This is a pure cheesy, sappy, in-your-feelings vibe condensed into a 3-part story. If you enjoy it, feel free to like, reblog or comment; I’d love to know your thoughts. Thank you for reading!

~ Eren's Birdie

Song Dedication: One Of Your Girls by Troye Sivan

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

“I really hate to be that person but… I told you so.”

You look at your friend with narrowed eyes, fighting the urge to roll them at him. If you knew you were in for a talking-to when you called Choso over to rant about the shit-show that you call your love life, you would’ve reconsidered it.

His face shows no sympathy for his poor heartbroken friend as he leans against your kitchen counter with his hands crossed at his chest. And rightly so, why would he anyway? Afterall, he’d told you to confess your feelings to your crush before it was too late and now here you are, admitting that ‘too late’ had arrived sooner than you’d expected.

“I know but I was scared of ruining our friendship, okay?” You sigh as your shoulders slump down. He simply shrugs at you as he walks towards the microwave when it beeps. His back is turned to you and a few seconds pass as you observe him following the usual routine.

You wonder whether making hot chocolate can be fixed into one's muscle memory. In that moment, you believe it might as well be the case for Choso as he takes the hot milk out, pulling the spoon out of the drawer while simultaneously grabbing the cocoa container from the shelf above him.

You want to laugh at how ridiculous it all seems. It’s not just the ritual of making hot chocolate, but the ranting sessions along with it that have turned into a daily occurance. How many times have you made your poor friend listen to you crib about your unrequited, unnoticed love for your best friend, Satoru?

In your defence, Choso was the one who’d initially annoyed you to death to get the info out of you. The genius that he is, Choso had figured out that you liked Satoru based on the way you interacted with the latter at a common friend’s house party. If someone were to ask Choso, he would tell them that your eyes would quite literally turn into heart shapes whenever Satoru talked to you.

“I’m sure you’d understand how I’m feeling if you were in my shoes.” you add as he stirs the spoon in the mug. He stills for a split second before continuing the movement.

“Chosoooo say somethin-” you trail off when he turns around to look at you as if he’s fed up with your bullshit.

He walks towards you and hands you one of the mugs before making his way to the living room. You mutter a small ‘thank you’ as you follow behind him. When you’re settled on the sofa, you sit with your legs folded on the seat to face him as he leans back on the opposite end.

As he takes a few sips of his hot chocolate, he can see your brain working overtime to come up with a summary to explain all that you’re currently feeling. He almost finds your struggle to speak up adorable, when usually you always have 10 things to say and then some more.

“Fine, tell me exactly what he said.” Choso breaks the silence to give you an opening.

Your eyes soften with relief at his statement as you take a sip from your mug, “So… yesterday Satoru had invited me to a common friend’s house party but I had declined since I wanted to sleep the weekend away. And when I woke up in the morning, I opened Instagram to scroll a bit as usual and saw Satoru had added to his close friends’ story. I figured it’d be the usual party snaps… I was already feeling the fomo of not going so I clicked on it right away… and what do you know??? THE FIRST FUCKING PHOTO is of this pretty girl on his lap and he’s kissing her cheek. I swear it felt like my heart had dropped to my stomach.” you pause to take a few sips.

“Wait so based on a single snap, you assumed he’s dating her?” Choso frowns, visibly confused.

“No, of course not! Since Satoru often does get touchy like that with me as well, I did not want to assume so I replied to the story. I said something on the lines of ‘congrats on getting the girl big man, don’t forget about me though ahahaha.’”

This time you pause to observe Choso’s expressions and he’s visibly cringing hard. “Don’t say it… I’m aware how pathetic it is.” you pout as you fidget with a thread that’s sticking out of the sofa pillow.

Choso swats your hand away to stop your fidgeting before he gently squeezes one of your feet with his free hand that isn’t holding his mug. “Poor baby,” he teases as he rubs circles over your skin, “Go on, I promise I won’t tease you.”

“Well, he read that within seconds and I got a call from him. He sounded a bit reserved at first as he broke the news to me… apparently, they’d been talking to each other for about a month… I had no idea,” you take a deep breath as it pains you to say the next sentence, “Last night, Satoru kissed her and confessed his feelings. Turns out she feels the same way for him so now they’re together. I said congratulations and cut the call… he sounded so happy.”

You turn your face to avoid Choso’s gaze, trying hard not to let the tears slip from your eyes. He moves closer to you as he places both of your mugs on the coffee table. He pulls you by your wrists, guiding your arms around his waist as his own wrap around your shoulders. As your face rests on his chest, you start sobbing silently.

“Shhh, it’s okay, it’ll pass.” he tries to console you, brushing his fingers through your hair.

“What if I don’t want it to pass? I should be happy that the man I consider to be my best friend has found such a perfect girl for himself, but here I am, wishing it were me instead. Am I a bad friend for feeling that way?” you look up at him, still teary eyed.

“No, you’re not a bad friend. Your emotions are all over the place because something unexpected has happened. You weren’t anticipating this so you’re hurt and it’s okay to feel sad. You’re here crying in front of me instead of trying to sabotage his relationship or whatever… that is proof enough that you’d rather deal with the hurt than hurt other people.” you sigh as you listen to your friend’s soothing words.

You rest your head on his shoulder as you close your eyes. Choso rubs your back gently before adding, “You’d only be a bad friend if you refuse to wipe your tears and snot off my t-shirt later. I’m not even kidding, I want this shit washed with that soft fabric conditioner you have, all crisp and ironed to perfection!”

You slap him where your hands were resting on his lower back, causing him to let out a tiny wail. It causes you to laugh for the first time after having been sad all day long.

Choso moves away, breaking the hug to create some space between as he hands your not-so-hot chocolate back to you. His knuckles rub your cheek to wipe the wet trail that had been left behind by your tears. He opens the palm of his hand to rest it against your cheek gently.

“I know you may not feel like it now, but you’re going to be fine.” he smiles as he reassures you.

You place your hand on top of his as you lean further into his touch, finding it a little too comforting. In an attempt to take the focus away from your problems, you ask him, “Have you ever liked someone who didn’t like you back?”

“Hmm…you.” he nods. You smack his hand away as you sit up straight.

“Choso! Be serious! You never tell me anything about your love life! You’re always joking around.” you complain.

“That’s because there’s nothing there to tell! I tell you about all the other aspects of my life cause they’re much more entertaining than my love life.” he answers with a tone of sincerity. You pout, not convinced.

He rolls his eyes at your persistence and adds, “Well what do you want to hear about? Would you rather have me talk about all the Tinder dates I fuck and never see again?”

You scrunch your face at the crudeness of his words, “Nope.”

“My point exactly… anyway do you want to watch something?” he asks as he grabs the remote. You nod as you both gulp down the remaining of your drinks. You get up and take the mugs to the kitchen to wash them while Choso scrolls away on Netflix.

When you return to sit next to him, his arm grabs your waist to pull you in closer to cuddle as he presses play. You rest your head on his shoulder as it begins. When you realise what he’s playing, you tilt your head up to look at him. “Really? Bridgerton?”

“Yeah… and season 2 cause it’s the better one. We literally have the whole evening to binge” he states, unprovoked by your almost condescending tone. You decide not to tease him about it.

Before you realise it, hours pass by and you’ve binged half of the show. As the characters were introduced, Choso filled you in on the details and it almost felt like you hadn’t missed season 1 at all. There was additional unnecessary commentary that came along with his explanation of plot points, but you weren’t complaining.

Spending time with your friend like this, where the heartache you felt this morning seemed dull in comparison to laughing at his lame jokes, is exactly what you needed to relax. You let the chatter in your brain melt away and instead focus your awareness on the present moment – a task that had almost felt impossible before you’d asked Choso to come over in the afternoon.

Cuddling so close to him, you notice the smell of his perfume is a lot stronger. You breathe in his scent, a smoky wooden smell with just a tiny hint of something sweet to it. It’s a distinctly familiar scent you’ve grown accustomed to ever since the two of you began cuddling together during your frequent movie nights. The dynamic you shared with Choso was similar to your relationship with Satoru, minus the romantic feelings you had for the latter.

Choso’s right arm rested around your waist while the other rubbed lazy circles on your knee, whereas your right hand was resting on his chest with your torso leaning into his side. And while there was an unspoken agreement that even cuddling with Choso was platonic; your flatmate, Mia, was certain that it was only a matter of time before something would happen between the two of you.

You’re grateful she’s not at home for the weekend to tease you about tonight. If she saw the two of you right now, the teasing you’d have to endure would be insufferable. You smile to yourself when you think about it.

When you get to the scene where Anthony goes feral over Kate’s scent, you joke about how you feel the same way about Choso’s perfume.

“You like my perfume?” he asks, surprised, making sure he heard you right.

“Always have.” you admit, “I know it’s oud, but what’s the sweet floral scent with it?”

“Jasmine.”

“Oh… I like it. It’s perfect, not too sweet, not too harsh.” you say, trying not to be too obvious as you try to sniff at his t-shirt. Before you get a chance to do so, he leans back and shifts his torso to lean in closer to your neck instead.

“Are you wearing any right now? I never really noticed your scent.” he speaks softly and you can feel his breath on the side of your neck. You pull back instantly, feeling flustered and hot. You blink a few times before you shake your head side to side. He chuckles as he goes back to his original position, his focus shifting back to the TV.

Is he seriously oblivious to how close you two just were or does it simply not faze him at all?

You mentally slap yourself for misinterpreting his seemingly innocent actions. He leans back comfortably with one hand on top of the headrest and you shift back into his embrace. A few minutes pass before his hand behind you moves closer to caress your neck, you feel goosebumps rise on your lower spine as you move away from his touch.

“What?” he asks, confused.

Either this man is an idiot, or he’s fucking with you to rile you up.

He pauses the show to hear what you have to say. “Don’t do that. It feels… ticklish.” you choose your words wisely.

“Well, it wasn’t my intent- aww, are you ticklish?” he inquires mischievously as he raises an eyebrow. Before you can answer, he grabs one of your feet as he roughly yanks it, making your back fall flat on the sofa. You let out a shriek as he moves on top of you and cages you between his arms, ready to tickle you.

You start yelling at him to stop, laughing hysterically as he tickles you. You try pushing him away but fail to do so as his muscular figure leans even closer to yours. You have tears in your eyes from laughing and after a while, you’re basically begging him to stop.

When he finally stops, he looks at you with a smug smile of victory on his face as your laughter slowly dies down. There’s a moment of silence when your eyes meet and you get a strange feeling in your stomach. Maybe butterflies, but possibly anxiety for what your instinct tells you is about to happen.

You notice Choso’s gaze move down to your lips and you mimic him. He involuntarily licks his lips as your breath hitches in your chest. He lowers his head till your faces are just inches away from each other and he gently nudges your nose with his.

His left hand moves up to the side of your neck and he caresses your jaw with his thumb. You lift your head up at the same time when he leans down and your lips meet. His lips feel plump and wet as you close your eyes.

Who kissed who first? You wonder but all of your thoughts keep getting lost before they have a chance to rise to the surface. The only thing occupying your mind is the way his lips feel on yours, your skin burning where he’s touching you.

His right hand grips your hip to push it down further into the cushions of the sofa. His hand on your neck moves down to your throat as he chokes you slightly, as if to test the waters. He smiles into the kiss when he hears you moan.

He takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. The way his tongue moves has you entranced. His movements feel languid, yet they contain enough force to convey an intense passion.

Your hands move of their own accord as they make their way to hug his shoulders. He breaks the kiss as his lips leave a trail of quick pecks down your neck. Your head tilts back to give him better access. He sucks on the spot just below your ear and your palms bundle up his t-shirt, creasing the fabric.

You moan louder than you’d intended to when he bites the spot and his fingers dig into the meat of your thigh. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks as he licks a strip up along the front of your neck. He hooks your leg that he’s holding around his lower back and presses his hips down to grind against yours.

“Fuck… Choso-,” you say, out of breath. You can feel how hard he is through his sweatpants. He lifts his head up and his hair is all messed up, the smaller strands have escaped the bounds of his hair tie and frame his face in a way you can only describe as delicious. He kisses you on the mouth once again and you have to close your eyes shut to regain your composure.

As much as you don’t want him to stop, you know better than to let the situation escalate even further. Your hands move to his chest and you firmly place them there but don’t push him away.

Fuck. About time you tell him to stop.

You move your head to the side as you try speaking softly, “Chos-”, but he grabs your face to turn it back to him and bites your lower lip, continuing the kiss. You’re pretty sure he can feel your wetness as he grinds his hips, pressing against you. You groan at how good it feels.

You kiss him back, pulling him impossibly closer by his t-shirt. He pulls your bottom lip with his teeth again before releasing it. “Fuck… baby, you feel so good,” he groans as his hand pulls your t-shirt down and his face moves to your collarbone to leave another hickey.

“Ahhh… Choso, please,” you moan at his touch. He comes back up again as he stares down at your neck, proud of the light mark he knows is going to turn dark purple later. He kisses you on the lips once again.

Before your desire wins over the rational part of your brain, you press your hands firmly to his chest. He leans back a bit as he understands what you mean. He reluctantly moves away from your face but his hands still hold you in place. His eyes look hazy and full of lust. By the way he looks at you, you’re certain yours don’t look any different either.

So much for not wanting to fuck up another friendship.

“We can’t...” you mumble, but clear your throat to speak up clearly, “Choso, we can’t do this.”

“Why not?” he retorts softly, his thumb moving across your bottom lip. You sigh as you grab his wrist to remove his hand. He moves his hand through his hair to push back the stray strands as he sits back up to create space between you two.

For a split-second, you find yourself missing his warmth before you sit up straight to look at him. You envelop his hand into yours and you hold it like that as he waits for you to speak up.

“This feels strange… I don’t want to make you feel as if I’m just using your body to get over Satoru. It already feels like I’m gonna lose him as my best friend, I don’t want to lose you too…” you trail off as you lower your head with shame.

“What if I didn't mind you using me to get over your stupid crush?” he replies. It was the last thing you’d expected him to say. Your eyes widen in surprise as you look up at him.

“I think it’s pretty evident that I have a thing for you,” he continues as he looks down at his crotch. Your eyes follow his and you can see the imprint of his hard on over his sweatpants. You look away quickly, not wanting to ogle at the sight.

“It’s just your dick talking…” you almost whisper, not wanting him to hear your accusatory tone. He pulls his hand out of your grasp before running his fingers through his hair once again in frustration.

You know you hit a nerve when he groans slightly as he speaks up, “Far from it… I’ve liked you for a while now. But you’re so blinded by your crush for that blue-eyed snowflake fuck that you can’t see anyone else. Least someone who can treat you far better than he does. Anyone can tell that you have a crush on him… Satoru knows, your eyes tell, he just conveniently ignores it. I’m not sure why you’re so crazy over him but it hurts me more than I'd like to admit when all you care about is Satoru this, Satoru that. Fuck Satoru! What the fuck is it going to take for you to finally see me?”

You’re speechless. Your brain feels like it has stopped computing altogether.

What the fuck?

Even if you want to say something, you fall short of the right words. Your lips part to speak but close again. Choso notices this and his jaw tightens. He mumbles a ‘be right back’ as he gets up abruptly and makes his way towards the washroom.

You’re still sitting in your place when he returns after a few minutes. The edge of his hairline is wet but he’s dried his face. As if washing his face had washed away his agitated state of mind, he looks more composed now.

“Choso..” you get up quickly and walk to him.

“It’s getting late, I better leave. I’m sorry.” he interrupts you. He turns away from you and walks towards the apartment door. You follow behind him quickly as you call out his name again. He knows how much you hate leaving things hanging in a limbo till the next meeting.

He turns around and cups your face with both his hands. They’re cold now. His eyes meet yours as he speaks, “It’s okay… I shouldn’t have sprung that on you like that. You’re going through your own shit. I shouldn’t add more onto it.”

He smiles and leans down to kiss your forehead. You try speaking up but he interrupts you once again. He does not want to give you an opening. He wants to leave things in a limbo tonight. He wants to remember the way your lips felt and not let it be overshadowed by your rejection that came after.

“We’re okay,” he presses and you know he’s not going to listen to you tonight. “Goodnight.”

You put your hands on top of his to hold them in place when you sense him pulling them away. He moves them away regardless and instead squeezes both of your hands. His touch feels so different from how it was just a few minutes ago and you want to cry.

You can’t help but feel as if you’ve ruined your friendship and you feel him slipping away. Maybe you’re being a bit dramatic but he’s being so formal and indifferent that it almost makes you feel sick.

“Hey,” he stops your train of thought, “I’ll see you later, okay?”

No, please stay. You want to say but you don’t dare to. You can’t… not with everything that just happened.

“Goodnight.” you force a smile at him and he squeezes your hands once more before leaving.

You stand there, staring at your closed door for a good few minutes before you turn the TV off completely and retire to your bedroom. Every single scenario and all the endless outcomes play in your head but above everything else, Choso’s confession of his feelings for you plays in your head on loop like a broken record.

You’re still unsure of how you feel about it as you fall asleep an hour later, still thinking about him. You hope in desperation that come morning, you’ll be wiser at deciphering the mess of your emotions a bit better.

MDNI banner: @benkeibear

#erensbirdie #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsukaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso kamo #choso x reader #jjk choso #choso #choso smut #choso x you #choso jjk #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 1 year

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I absolutely love the hype Bill’s getting and I’m here to contribute ꨄ︎ My request of today is; Remember the celeb crush thing I requested a while ago for Tom? Well my love for Bill is taking over and I’d love to see how you’d adapt it for him! To make it more interesting, I thought maybe the reader is already a fan and confidently goes out to talk to them even though the language barrier is present. Couple days later she goes and surprises them at a concert and makes this a little tradition til she and Bill realize they’ve developed feelings for each other but of course, work and distance is a huge obstacle

(Hello, lovely! Sorry this took so long and I didn't know if u wanted a oneshot but I was pretty lazy so here ya go! Enjoy!)

Bill Kaulitz x Celeb-Crush Reader

He actually was pretty calm when he first noticed you

He had been one of your fans for a bit, seeing you in tabloids and online and had even gone to one of your concerts when him and the band weren't really well known

You were actually an example of his dream of being young but making it big

And as he grew up in fame, you never really left his mind because you also grew with your fandom and fame

Your style may not have been the same, your music either, but Bill still loved watching you on stage and on videos

He was almost starstruck when he actually saw you in the flesh when they were performing

YOU were at THEIR concert?!

By choice?!

He almost freaked out on stage but surprisingly hid it well

He just smiled, flashed a wink at you and somehow kept making eye contact

And you didn't look away and you fed into it from the crowd!

He tried so hard not to faint

When it was all over and he went backstage he was ranting to Tom, Gustav and Georg the whole time

"She looked at me! She looked at me- huh?! Who?! (Name)!"

Bill almost knocked Georg out right then and there

They then clicked in their mind he was actually talking about the one star he could rave about for-literally-ever

Bill was still a mega-fan, and the boys were dragged into it or ranted too

But what really almost killed Bill was after the concert and they were meeting with fans and signing stuff

He had just finished up taking a photo and signing a T-shirt and looked up to see you!

He took a moment and was just staring, mouth open and looking to Tom to see if he was hallucinationing

Tom laughed at his brother as Georg and Gustav watched as Bill almost dug his grave

You had to snap him out of it as you asked for a autograph

You almost out him in cardiac arrest because he rushed to find a marker

He snatched Tom's marker in the moment but he didn't give a shit

He was so giddy you asked him for his signature and was so happy

He tried to strike up a conversation but failed

Not to worry, you were absolutely glad to talk to him

Bill was so happy, and he and you had much in common and actually flirted surprisingly

Once he got over his shock, of course

You guys actually clicked

Turns out, you were a fan too, which shocked Bill

There was a language barrier, but Bill spoke a bit of English so he could at least speak to you

You knew a bit of German due to playing there either solo or in a band and you guys figured out a way to understand each other

As time went on, even after you guys parted ways, you somehow kept in touch

You would go to their concerts and he would be glad to go to yours

You guys were spotted by photographers leaving hotels, walking in the city on "dates" as they called it and many more

Fans went crazy and so did paparazzi, chasing you guys down almost all the time

You and Bill didn't mind, even enjoying it in photos and you guys got a few photoshoots together

You guys were a pretty popular celebrity ship but would never admit it, even with the looks and smiles you two would give over time

Bill always thought he was in a fever dream

Because no way his celebrity crush would actually like and be a fan of his, much less spend time with him

You and Bill developed a tradition of traveling to see each other

You mainly did yours in surprise, but sometimes it was difficult

You were on tour and so was he, so spending time and being together for a bit scarce

You did your best hut Tom and you spent less and less time together and it was actually quite sad

Until you surprise him by showing up backstage, which he was shocked and ecstatic to see you

It was a tradition, either of you would sneak off and find one another no matter where

But it got a bit complicated as fans doubled down on this ship and your friends always compared your "relationship" and labeled it more than a friendship

Maybe there were feelings, maybe there wasn't

But the red dust and smile on Bills face would choose the latter option

#tokio hotel georg #gustav tokio hotel #tokio hotel imagine #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz imagines #bill kaulitz #bill kualitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill

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yawntutsyip · 1 year

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Rotxo x Ao’nung’s Twin Sister

Warnings: Not proof read, super messy,

AN: This was just something a came up for a story but I’m too lazy to write it out 🤭❤️ also Rotxo has been on my mind 😦 feeling like giggling and kicking my feet he’s so precious

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You always hung out with Ao’nung and Rotxo with their friends.

Rotxo always thought you were pretty and would blush every time he saw you

He also tends to talk about you or bring you up because your always on his mind

“Oh look at these shell I found at the bottom, aren’t these (Y/N)’s favorite?

“This fruit is delicious, do you think (Y/N) would like some?”

Ao’nung was not oblivious, he saw right through Rotxo, knowing he had a thing for his sister.

Ao’nung at first didn’t like it because ew gross my sister? and she’s so annoying how could you like her? There’s better girls

Plus there was the hidden protective brother in him that he hides

But he knows Rotxo would treat you well, he trust Rotxo as that is his best friend

One day he was sitting down with Rotxo as they were sharpening spears and decided this would be a good time to bring it up

“Rotxo…do you like my sister?”

Rotxo was shocked, had he been that obvious? Did you know?!? Was Ao’nung gonna be mad?

Rotxo searched Ao’nung’s face for any frown or a hint of anger but there was nothing but a calm look

Finally mustering up the courage he told Ao’nung yes,

“I like (Y/N)…she is the most beautiful Metkayina girl I have ever laid my eyes on. Since day once of meeting you guys I feel in love with her and all her little quirks she has. (He went on more to talk about you)

Ao’nung was like Rotxo shut up that’s gross I don’t want to hear you talk about my sister like that.

Ao’nung also was like, since your my bro and I’m also tired of having my sister moan and groan about being lonely I’ll help you ig 😒

They came up with a plan together, they set up a whole thing with flower petals and cut fruit and candles and shit (it was cute)

Ao’nung is gonna distract his parents while he has Tsireya sneak you out to go meet Rotxo

Rotxo will be waiting and confess is undying love

THEN BAM KISS KISS MUAH YOUR TOGETHER

Yeah, so that’s how they thought is was gonna go..

When Ao’nung was trying to distract his parents Tsireya had already been passed out 💀 she was tired so then he switched up and was like

Actually you know how responsible (Y/N) is? Like you should have her to take a walk, ACTUALLY I WILL take my lovely sister on a walk let us have some bonding time yeah?

They were like “bond here. Wtf? It’s late”

Yeah this wasn’t working.

Rotxo has been sitting there holding the flowers he had picked for you in hand.

“where the heck are they? I’ve been here for 20 mins now… Oh no!? Did (Y/N) not want to come and meet me?”

POOR BABY

Your parents were fed up with Ao’nungs ranting about random shit tryna come up with a good reason as to why you need to go out this late so they were like boy if you don’t stfu and tell us that trouble your tryna get up into

At this point Ao’nung was fed up too because he was like DAMN CAN WE JUST LEAVE? THERES SOMETHING IMPORTANT ABOUT TO HAPPEN

But they were all interrupted by Rotxo coming in with a sad pout “BEFORE ANY WORDS ARE SPOKEN I MUST TALK!”

“(Y/N) I can’t hide my feelings forver from you, you mean the world to me and I don’t want our friendship to be ruined. I’m sorry that I love you but please if you would like we can forget about all this and continue being friends.” He was talking his heart out.

Your whole family just stood there shocked.

You were blushing like crazy and go up to hug Rotxo, you also had a crush on him

Yea the whole “my brothers best friend” troupe

“Rotxo what are you talking about I didn’t say anything yet, I like you too!”

He was like “what really?!”

Ao’nung was mad cuz they literally had to come up with a whole ass plan only for y’all to just be like “yo I like you” “I like you to”

ANWAYS he was just happy y’all were together now

But he was still disgusted

Also your parents approved of it because they knew how much of a good boy Rotxo is

The end

#atwow #avatar the way of water #atwow x reader #atwow imagine #avatar x reader #x reader #avatar #rotxo x reader #aonung x reader #rotxo imagine #☆ — rotxo ˖˚⊹

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vargskelegore · 1 year

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heyoo!! could we get a fic where transfer student!shuri realizes u mostly eat struggle meals like ramen n the occasional hamburger helper n since you feel bad abt her taking you out to eat a decent meal everyday she learns how to cook w you 💪🏾

author's note: NO BECAUSE THIS IDEA IS SOOOO CUTE. i'm always eating a damn struggle meal so this is relatable af. ramen gang for the win tho.

cake boss, who? - hbcu!shuri x black!reader

requests: open to headcanons & imagines!

on campus, for lunch, you usually ate ramen. no, not maruchan-- that shit was below your standards. nongshim. the more superior budget ramen. although, even that shit wasn’t really healthy for you.

it was a common experience-- being a college student and being broke since you were either unemployed, or your job paid so bad you might as well be unemployed.

you were lucky that sometimes your rich roommate would pay for you to eat because she wanted to- but since she was always gone, going on dates with random dudes on campus, it wasn’t often you ate something she got you.

honestly, shuri took you out to eat more times than you could count (AS FRIENDS.... i guess?), but you felt really bad about taking her money and food all the time. it wasn’t like they were michelin star restaurants, just stuff like ihop, waffle house, panera bread.. they were luxury to you, though.

on one of the days you were cooking shin ramyun, there was a familiar knock on your door. shuri. shuri developed this knock based off of drum beats they would do back in her home country, and it was something she did on your door to remind herself of home, and also let you know her arrival.

“the door is open!” you called out, attempting to keep the amount of smoke down because if you even had it float a little too high, that alarm was gonna get you, and your cooking in the dorm days would be over.

as soon as shuri walked in, she could smell you cooking the same thing, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms.

“every time i walk in here, not only are you cooking, it’s always that high sodium trash.” shuri looked around the room as she walked inside.

“yeah well, it’s at the local neighborhood walmart, and it’s like six bucks for a pack of them.” you shrugged as you pushed the noodles around with your chopsticks.

“..is the meals i get you not enough?” there was a hint of panic in shuri’s voice -- one thing about her was that she always tried hard, but for you, she went beyond that. she wasn’t exactly sure why she was like that.

noticing what shuri said, you cut her off so quick. “no! i love the places you take me, but.. i don’t want you to spend money on me like that..” your voice got quiet at the end, and that’s when shuri walked over to you, staring down at you.

“nonsense, it’s barely anything.. i’m willing to spend enough to keep you well fed. i think it’s stupid how american university tuition just uses up so much money that you have to live off of cheaply made factory food.” shuri could go on a rant about this, and you could tell she had been bottling that opinion up for a while.

“i don’t disagree, but this is my life, shuri.” you sighed in defeat as you turned around to drain the water.

shuri got directly behind you, hands in her pockets. when you turned back around, you were met with her being right in front of you.

“then let me try something different. let’s cook together.” there was hope in her voice as she stared down at you. your hand, which was being occupied by your ramen pot, slightly began shaking.

“i, uh..”

“please? i think you can make a good meal without using so much money, if that’s what you’re worried about.” her voice was gentle, and god, how could you say no to that voice? hell, it was practically begging.

after a moment of silence, you nodded.

shuri’s face lit up as she took the pot from your hand, pouring the sauceless noodles into the trash. you were a bit shocked that she did that so quickly.

“shuri, that was my lunch--!”

“hush, we’re gonna make a better lunch together.”

ever since that moment, you two started making food together. learning how to cook cheap and tasty food was a bit of a challenge, but you both managed to deal with it.

you two made everything together. pasta, soup, fancy ass sandwiches, and so much more. for you, seeing shuri in an apron when you guys were baking was the cutest thing ever.

powder all over her face, squealing when a certain ingredient got all over her. it was adorable and it melted your heart.

there was nothing more you enjoyed than the company of shuri.

on one of the days you two were baking, you both decided to bake a cake this time. nobody told y'all it would take a while, but honestly, that was probably because you two were goofing off instead of baking which made it take longer.

as you were mixing the buttercream frosting mixture together, shuri sighed in annoyance.

"crap, i forgot my phone.. i'm gonna go get it, i'll be right back. don't eat the frosting. i'm serious."

you held your hands up in surrender before nodding. mentally you were smirking, because you were gonna eat it anyway.

as soon as she left, you waited about 20 seconds before sticking your finger into the bowl and taking a taste.

a few tastes turned into more tastes. and more. but it wasn't enough to make it look like it wasn't enough for icing.

as soon as you could hear shuri coming back, you immediately went back to mixing, whistling a bit as you didn't acknowledge her presence out of guilt of eating it.

"..y/n? i'm back." shuri raised an eyebrow at you as she walked back over to where she originally was.

you hummed before muttering out a quick "hi." and went back to doing what you were doing.

shuri, being the suspicious person she was, crossed her arms and just stared at you. you could feel her stare but you tried so hard to make it seem like you didn't care.

"y/n. turn around for me, real quick?"

"but i'm mixing.. i can't get distracted." you lied, realizing your once rhythm on mixing suddenly became very irregular.

shuri didn't say a word before pulling you from the mixing station and over to where she was standing. you tried covering your face, but she was quick to make you uncover.

that's when she saw it.

she brought a thumb to your face, wiping off something on the corner of your mouth, and licking it off her own thumb.

"that tastes really good, but damn, y/n, you could've lied a little better, no?" it was icing. she had a teasing grin on her face as she watched you become visibly embarrassed. all she could do was laugh as she went to grab the frosting and begin icing the cake.

you were stunned, to say the least. what were you gonna do with this girl?

#sam is obsessed with shuri #sam answers asks #hbcu!shuri #shuri udaku x reader #shuri x reader #black reader #imagine

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thefirstknife · 9 months

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Sorry to dump this rant in your inbox but the community’s attitude this entire season has legit got me tilted to the point I ignore pretty much the entire community outside of tumblr and a few irl friends. A lot of it has been frustrations I’ve had since Lightfall dropped wrt acting like the story was dogshit bc it didn’t give all the answers.

I legit got so fed up with Byf’s whole “oh all this season of the deep lore should have been in Lightfall” stuff bc like. My guy. You were one of the biggest complainers about the seasons having zero lore or story relevance. Fucking pick one or the other. Either seasons are all filled bullshit or you’re gonna get cliffhangered and expected to have some damn patience for storylines to get picked back up over time in the seasons after the main campaign of an expansion is done.

Especially bc like. IMO anyone expecting anything not a cliffhanger from the end of Lightfall when we KNEW The Final Shape was coming after it was just setting themselves up for disappointment, you need big tension and shit like that before the final act and this way getting dripfed answers in the lead up feels less like we’re dicking around doing nothing useful for the entire year as we wait for TFS to drop. It legit felt like being a KH fan back when KH3 dropped who had payed attention and played all the games and knew wasn’t the end of the series, just the conclusion of an arc and anyone mad about the stuff left unfinished was being unreasonable when it was made pretty explicitly clear it would either be answered in the future bc this wasn’t the ending or had been answered ages ago and people just hadn’t bothered to pay attention to it. Lightfall was never going to have all the answers bc it wasn’t the ending, and Bungie has proven they’ll circle back around and answer questions and pick up story beats if you’d just have a little patience! I’ll agree it wasn’t done perfectly and could do with more focus on the Veil and less on Strand but come ON my guy!

Combine that with the general toxicity of non-story focused Destiny YouTubers, especially PvP only typesc about Destiny and the way their fans have behaved and I’m full on not watching Destiny content creators anymore. Genuinely never seen content creators who need to touch grass and maybe just. Take a break. I’m not saying Lightfall was perfect or that Bungie hasn’t fucked up but I’m honestly just. Extremely fucking tired of how the community outside of tumblr has reacted to everything. And I’m especially sick of crybaby crucibros being obnoxious. Much as I don’t actually think it’d be at all good for the game there’s a part of me that thinks the idea of them splitting PvP stuff and PvE stuff into separate Destiny games in the future might have some merit to it purely so those of us who just want to explore and enjoy the story in peace can never bother with them again

Go off, honestly. So true. I've felt the same and I've pretty much not watched any Destiny youtube content in months. I started a few of them, but then stopped because of how utterly annoying and just plain wrong they were. The Lightfall situation is such a shitshow, not because of Bungie or the expansion itself, but because I genuinely believe that Destiny is above the reading level of most gamers.

Obviously, I still have some issues with how some stuff was handled, just as you do. Literally nobody is saying that everything in Lightfall was perfect. And I extend that to all expansions btw. Every expansion had faults. None of them are perfect. I think Lightfall's mysterious storytelling could've been a little bit clearer. And make no mistake, Lightfall WAS clear that nobody knows about the Veil, it just wasn't as clear as it could've been. Nothing would've really changed about the mystery if this was made more obvious earlier on in the campaign.

But dear lord, the bullshit around it is so tiring. I get it. I was confused at first too. I even posted here that I found certain things not as good and that they made me a little annoyed! And like that's fine! Your first impressions are your first impressions. But please move on. Are you seriously deciding everything based on first impressions? Do you never look into things and see if maybe there were things you missed or were wrong about? Like, it's okay to be confused at first and then realise later that you missed things. That's how learning works.

And yeah, the whole "everything should've been in Lightfall's campaign right away" is not only annoying because of the stuff you said, it's also annoying because it ignores that there's too much content to fit inside of a single campaign and also that this content has a theme. The campaign is a self-contained story with a theme and a plot (and the plot is NOT "learn what the Veil is." The plot of Lightfall is "stop Calus and the Witness from destroying Neomuna" which has concluded perfectly well in the campaign). Post-campaign stuff, the Witness cutscene and the Veil Logs are all things that don't fit thematically with the high action 80s movie story about protecting a city from destruction. These things were deliberately spread out through the year to give us multiple stories to follow while we wait for TFS. It's a live service game. You're here for the whole year. And it's fine if that's not the storytelling type you like. It's fine! That doesn't mean the story is objectively bad.

But yeah, agreed with what you said. It helps to vent! There's definitely people out there who are in the same situation and who just want to enjoy the game as usual and not having to deal with crybabies who make the whole experience absolutely miserable and make it impossible to engage with anything. Luckily, there's also always people who are still engaging with the game normally. We like the game and we like engaging with the game. And when I stop liking it, I'll just stop engaging with it. I wish other people could do the same.

#destiny 2 #ask #long post #i could go on about the community's treatment of lightfall but for the sake of everyone's sanity let's stop here #agreed with the ask wholeheartedly #there's so much stuff in the community that is just absolutely horrible on so many levels

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twisted-turtels · 1 year

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Part Two

Shuri x Black!Fem!Reader

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Notes: The second part! Yay! I decided to split up the car chase scene into two parts because it just a lot of action and I just don’t know how to write that well which is why I’m giving myself more time to write it. So it’ll be up soon. Promise! Enjoy what I have now though lmao. Still no title, so give me ideas.

Part One

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You and Riri are sitting in the car with The Wakandan Princess and her guard, whose name you learned to be Okoye. “How did you not know what happened to your project?” You whispered to Riri. “Girl, I don’t know. I turned that shit in, got my grade, and left. How was I supposed to know that my shitty professor would sell my idea?” Riri replies. Your voice raises slightly. “It’s a fucking vibranium detector. What-” you sighed and lowered your voice, “What did you think would happen?” Before Riri can reply, Okoye interrupts, “We are here.”

We arrived at Riri’s garage and hurriedly got out of the car. “You need to hurry and grab everything you need,” says Shuri, “Okoye and I will keep a lookout.”

“I just need to grab my work laptop,” Riri says as she rushes to her workstation. “You always leave this place so messy,” you mumble as you walk into the garage. “Do you come here often?” Princess Shuri asks. “I come here with her every now and then. I just help her with brainstorming sometimes.” You reply. “Mm. She must really trust you because this,” Shuri looks around, “is a lot.” “Yeah, I guess you can say she does.” You say, smiling as you turn to look at Shuri. “After we make it to Wakanda, what will happen? I know Riri is probably worried out of her mind right now.” You mention as you walk closer to Shuri. “I can tell you really care for her. I can assure you she will be protected in Wakanda.” Shuri explains. You glance at Shuri, “Hm. I will hold you to that.”

The both of you briefly go silent.

“Where did you get that spear?” Shuri asks. “I’ve had it since I was little. My mom gave it to me.” You reply. “Did you know that is a spear used by the Dora Milaje? Kind of outdated, but it still has the same basic design.” Shuri explains. “So what are you trying to say?” You ask. “What I am trying to say is very simple, your mother was a Dora. You’re Wakandan Y/N.” You look at her in disbelief, “You’re telling me I,” you say while pointing at yourself, “am Wakandan?”

“Yes, Y/N,” Shuri replies.

You sigh, “That is something to worry about for another time. Right now, we need to focus on Riri.” You walk to Riri at her workstation, and Shuri follows you. “Riri, are you good to go?” You ask. “Yeah, we’re good. Let me just-” Riri says before she is interrupted by an automated voice, “Princess, American law enforcement has arrived at your location.” “Shit,” whispers Shuri. “What was that?” Riri exclaims. “My AI,” says Shuri.

“They’re surrounding us.” You hear cars parking outside of the garage and footsteps rushing. Shuri rushes to a window in the garage to peek outside and runs back. “I thought you said a merman was after me. That’s the feds,” Riri says as she aggressively points to the door. “Oh shit. We gotta go.” You say as you start helping Riri tear her blueprints off her board. “I can’t believe this shit right now. I was doing so well. I must be dumb as hell thinking that the Princess of Wakanda was going to show up at my doorstep and think shit was about to pop off. I think that I am going to take my chances with the merman because AT LEAST he didn’t bring the FBI to my garage!” Riri rants.

“Hey!” Okoye starts, “Namor sank an entire ship of CIA operatives because of your,” she points at Riri, “invention. So those popos out there are the least of your problems.”

“I think it’s best we split up,” you mention as you look at every one. Shuri and Okoye look around the garage and see a car and two motorcycles. “I have dibs on the motorcycle.” You say, smiling. “I’ll ride the other one,” Shuri begins to say until she is interrupted by Okoye, “No. Get in the car.” “What-” Shuri starts to protest. Okoye gives her a look, “Car. Now” Shuri rolls her eyes. “Whatever.” Shuri walks over to you and Riri, “Use these wireless earpieces to communicate with us and each other.” She puts the earpieces in yours and Riri’s ears. Shuri goes back to Okoye. You notice her place something on top of the car before getting in with Okoye.

“I will be taking this,” Riri says as she presses a button to lower what looks like an Iron Man suit. “Oh shit, you finished it? Can it even fly?” You ask. “We’re about to see,” Riri sighs, “this is my life’s work right here.”

“We have a warrant for Riri Williams, Okoye, and Y/N L/N! Come out with your hands up!” A voice on a loudspeaker outside exclaims. You look at Riri, “A warrant for me? I didn’t even do anything! When we’re done with this, I’ll kill you myself.” You say as you rush to the motorcycle. “We need to split up!” Shuri explains. “I agree-” before you can finish, the doors bust open. You hurriedly hop on the motorcycle, and Riri shoots at the agents at the door before flying away. Shuri hurriedly gets out of the car, “Griot, turn on autopilot.”

“Yes, princess.” The AI answers. Next thing you know, the car is driving away by itself with Okoye in it. Shuri looks at you laughing and gets on the other motorcycle, “Let’s go.”

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#shuri x you #shuri imagines #shuri x reader #shuri black panther #riri williams #wakanda forever

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jinxed-lemon · 2 months

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I’ve seen a lot of peoples characterization about Future!Leo meeting Present!Leo and while I am a sucker for the whole “Future!Leo giving Present!Leo a hard time bc of angst” trope let me also present: F!Leo being kind and understanding to P!Leo:

However you wanna headcanon why F!Leo is suddenly back in the past, he somehow is and it’s after the the whole Krang situation has been dealt with and of course everyone is freaking out bc “oh god did something else bad happen that another time branch opened up just to warn us about something?”. Skip ahead and everyone is welcoming him in bc of course they would and we pan over to P!Leo and the kid is obviously freaking out and going through the 5 stages of grief.

He spends the next week absolutely avoiding future him- ducking corners, making excuses to be out of the lair, straight up just pretending that F!Leo isn’t there. Everyone is confused bc they thought ‘Leo would have LOVED to meet a cooler, older more experienced version of him from the future’ but apparently not. F!Leo is kinda fed up with it cause he really wanted to meet the younger version of him and ask about how they defeated the Krang so he finally corners him one day.

It’s totally awkward at first but F!Leo just sighs and decides that there’s no beating around the bush and directly asks P!Leo if there was a problem. He thinks that the younger version of him must hold some type of anger or animosity for how the future went- and he’s fully expecting to ease the tension if true but before he can continue P!Leo just starts sobbing his eyes out and F!Leo is standing there like 🧍 thinking ‘holy shit did I scare him??’.

P!Leo: I thought that you would hate me for what I did. I’m so sorry that I’m like this- I’ll be better, I swear.”

F!Leo: …Kid what are you talking about…?😨”

F!Leo is just absolutely stunned when P!Leo starts explaining about how he thought he’d hate him. About how he was fully expecting his future self to absolutely loath and despise him for getting their world destroyed in another life and before he can finish his rant F!Leo is putting an arm around him and going ‘Kid what are you saying??? I would never hate you? Why would you think that?? :(‘

P!Leo: I thought you’d be mad at me? I messed up everything and-

F!Leo: But you didn’t though? That was me from another timeline, not you. Sure you messed up a little but everyone does- you still saved the world.

F!Leo- the same guy who raised Casey in war and raised him with love despite the battle and loss? The one who made Casey feel appreciated and trusted enough to help change the future for the better?? I’m sorry, but I can’t see him looking down at self-sacrificial, sad version of himself with a newly born martyr complex and not immediately imagine another kid like Casey that needs to be protected.

Like yeah, of course he has regrets, had those moments during the war where he was at an all time low of depression and doubt. But that was him, not P!Leo. F!Leo is the adult and more than aware that there’s nothing he can do to change what happened to him in his timeline. What happened- happened, you know? Why would he be mad that the younger version of him still had the opportunity to grow up and be a kid without worrying about the death and destruction of his world?

P!Leo: ..Are you sure you’re not even a little angry with me?? You don’t have to lie you can hit me if it’ll make you feel better-

F!Leo: WHAT ARE YOU SAYING IM NOT GONNA HIT YOU YOU’RE JUST A KID- 😟

Give me F!Leo always reassuring P!Leo. P!Leo messing up a move during training and expecting to be berated but instead hears ‘You almost had it! Here let me show you how to do it-‘. F!Leo insisting that P!Leo keep his little childish hobbies and to treasure them while he still can.

P!Leo: *Talking about his collection* I should really stop reading these. It’s kind of babyish for a leader to have Jupiter Jim comics-

F!Leo: Jupiter Jim will never be babyish!!1!/j 😡

I want F!Leo begging P!Leo about the newest editions- the movies and lore and merch he missed out on. I want him to still have the same, corny humor and the wide shit-eating grin he gets when people dramatically sigh at his jokes. I want him to put a comforting shoulder on P!Leo’s shoulder and assuring him that he made the same mistakes. I need P!Leo feeling comfortable enough to individually seek out F!Leo and feeling confident to ask him for help first.

P!Leo: I feel bad

F!Leo: How come?

P!Leo: Bc you lost an arm and I didn’t. Maybe if I lost a limb during the battle then we could be matching and-

F!Leo: Kid I cannot express enough how glad I am that you didn’t become an amputee ☠️

I need them to be a weird father/son duo

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt leo #rottmnt future leo #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt movie #tmnt leonardo

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manicformunson · 2 years

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hihi!! ur work is amazing omg!! ur one of my fav eddie writers on tumblr :)) can i request a eddie munson x fem! reader who used to be super close w each other when they were in elementary/middle school but when they got to high school reader slowly started to distance herself from eddie after joining the cheer team and got more popular and her jerky friends kinda pressured her to ghost eddie?? and maybe a soft reunion after the whole season 4 mess?? just some angst with a fluffy ending bc i’m a sucker for the friends to strangers to lovers trope 🧌 tysm and have a great day/night

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pairing eddie munson x fem!reader

summary reader and eddie haven't talked since middle school, after she joined the cheer squad but Hawkins tries to pin him for murder reader decides she needs to visit him in the hospital

note pLEASE that means so much to me!

Y/N hadn't really thought about Eddie in years; it's really crazy how high school can drift two people apart, people who were childhood friends, people who grew up together and told each other absolutely everything. It was just crazy, Y/N thought.

What was even crazier is when Eddie had became a suspect of murder. Of being a cult leader of satanic worship. Even if they had grew apart, she knew that Eddie wasn't even capable of that.

It was absolutely ridiculous and no one would believe her when she tried to defend him. Why was she even trying? They hadn't even spoken in what, seven years? Since she joined the cheer squad in sixth grade.

Y/N had accepted her popular friends had manipulated her into ditching Eddie and now she just had the need to see him. She was standing outside of his hospital room, fist hovering over the wood ready to knock. She was so nervous, Y/N had even stopped to get him flowers, as stupid as it was.

With everything that went down last week Y/N knew she had to rekindle with Eddie. She didn't realize it until it was too late but she had a crush on him, she always did even when they were kids. Even if they were just friends, Y/N decided that was better than nothing at all.

Taking a deep breath, she knocked softly and entered after hearing a soft 'yeah.' Y/N shuffled in with her face slightly hidden by the bouquet of flowers, so it took Eddie a second to figure out who was visiting him this time.

"Y/N?" Eddie was relieved but confused. Feds had been in and out, promising they'd cover everything up as long as he kept his big fat mouth shut -- it scared the shit out of him.

"What are you doing here?" He tried his best to sit up, but winced causing Y/N to rush to his side, "Do, do you need me to call a nurse?" Eddie shook his head, waving her arms away, "No I'm good."

Y/N chewed her lip. Maybe it was a mistake coming here, she had half a mind to just apologize and leave but Eddie spoke through her rambling thoughts.

"You get those for me?" He pointed a weak finger at the bouquet in her sweaty hands with a grin, making her feel a little better. "Oh, well yeah. I just, I don't know. I wanted to bring something."

"And you thought flowers were perfect for the satanic cult leader of Hawkins?" He was being sarcastic, Y/N knew it but she couldn't help but meet his eyes for a second, "I never, never believed any of that you know."

Eddie's demeanor changed, he scoffed and threw his gaze to the window beside his bed. "Of course not, just your friends that decided to hunt me down and tried to kill me."

Y/N set the flowers down on the small table at the foot of his bed. "Jason wasn't my friend, and I tried to stop him." Her mind flashed back to screaming at Jason to let the cops handle the investigation only for him to push her to the ground and rant about how Satan must have been in her head too.

Eddie noticed her shutter out of the corner of his eye, "You okay?" Y/N ignored his question, "I tried to stop them, he just wouldn't listen."

The two fell in an awkward silence, Eddie couldn't handle any type of silence, especially awkward silence. He turned to look at the flowers. They looked nice, but he wasn't ready to tell her that yet.

Eddie was still angry at her, as stupid as it was after all these years. They had been best friends and she had tossed him aside the second she began to climb the social ladder. Even so, he was still curious. "Why did you decide to stop by?"

Y/N was looked out the window now, with her arms around herself. "I just, I don't know. Wanted to apologize just for everything. I just pushed you away and that wasn't fair."

"No it wasn't." Eddie sighed. "I guess I just, I wanted to tell you that I'm on your side. I want to be friends again." Y/N bit her lip at Eddie's silence. It had really taken a lot in her to come down, to open herself up like this.

"I'm still mad." Eddie muttered. Y/N nodded, "I understand if you want me to go-" "But," He held up his hand to cut her off, "But, I'm willing to try again."

Eddie held out his hand, motioning for her to shake it which she did. "Friends." Y/N gleamed, making Eddie smile, "Friends."

—ﾉ*.✧

Y/N visited Eddie in the hospital everyday she could and stayed as long as she could until he was cleared for release. Then she was at his trailer every day, bringing him food, beer, cigarettes, anything she thought he might want or need.

Part of it was because she had felt so guilty, even if Eddie had assured her that it was okay. Y/N even quit the cheer team, mostly because she actually hated it but also so she could spend more time with Eddie and he's friends.

Hanging out with him really opened her eyes to just how awful her 'friends' were. Y/N was glad that she didn't talk to them anymore, she enjoyed the Hellfire Club's company more anyway.

"Eddie?" Y/N knocked on the trailer door, balancing a tupperware container full of cookies on her hip. No one answered so she knocked again, louder this time still with no response.

She creaked the door open, still calling out as she set the cookies on the counter. "Eddie are you here?" Suddenly a crash came from the back, where his room was. Y/N wasted no time running back there, swinging the door open and immediately covering her eyes.

Eddie was on the floor, in just boxers -- not to mention the strongest smell of weed Y/N had ever smelled. "Eddie are you okay?" She went to help him up but he pushed her away, "I'm fine, just fell 'm fine."

Her nose crinkled and tossed him a pair of sweats she saw on the floor, "Are you high?" Eddie giggled and clapped his hands, "Ding ding ding, the winner is Y/N for staying the obvious."

Y/N tried to ignore how he practically spit it at her like venom. What was his problem today? Had she done something wrong? Y/N tried to think back and couldn't come up with anything.

"I made you cookies." She said, putting on a fake smile and pointing to the kitchen, "I just put them on the counter."

Eddie stood up and slide on the sweatpants, "Another I'm sorry for abandoning you present? Y/N you shouldn't have." Y/N furrowed her brows, she was an absolute crybaby whenever someone raised their voice at her so she was having trouble fighting off the tears that were swelling up. "I just, they were just a new recipe. Why are you being like this?"

"Maybe I had drug deal with your friend Fiona, and boy did she have some shit to tell me."

Y/N's face twisted in confusion. "Fiona? I haven't talk to her in months." She really had no idea what Fiona would tell him that would make him so mad. She never talked about Eddie when they were friends, even when they were picking on him Y/N would never participate.

"What'd she say to you?" Y/N reached out to touch Eddie's arm but he fliched away, glaring at her. "That I'm just a charity case to you." Y/N couldn't see his face, his back was too her but she could hear how hurt he was.

"What? Eddie no," Y/N successfully grabbed his arm and turned him to face her, "You are not a charity case to me. I hang out with you because we're friends, because you make me feel so comfortable with being myself and I,"

Y/N trailed off, chewing her lip and meeting his worried eyes. "I really like you." She finishes. Y/N cups his cheek in her hand and mental awes how he almost nuzzles into it. Eddie places a hand on her waist and smiles,

"You like me?"

"Of course I do."

He brings her in, wrapping his lanky arms around her and kisses the top of her head before she leans up to kiss him. It was just on impulse, but she's glad she did it because Eddie tasted so sweet and she melted in his arms.

Eddie was caught off guard by it but quickly pulled himself together and held her head to deepen the kiss. When they pulled away from each other he laughed, "I like you too."

They stood in each other arms, it felt so normal, so right and Y/N honestly felt like she finally found where she belonged; right here in Eddie Munson's arms.

And fuck that bitch Fiona.

#eddie munson #stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader

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chamomiletealeaf · 2 months

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A Personal Rant

In September of 2022 I met a guy who I liked so much it physically hurt. He was my first and only guy friend and I think that’s why I got so attached to him. We worked together which is how I knew him. We hung out outside of work, he modeled for my photography, and we talked every day. We became super super close and I told him I liked him one day and he rejected me nicely. It hurt so fucking bad and may have been my first heartbreak even if it wasn’t reciprocated.

We stayed friends though and still kind of are, but he got promoted (because of me btw) and then his ego inflated to the point where he’s such a dickhead now. He liked that I liked him because I think it boosted his ego and confidence as well. So he’s a jerk because of me. Being friends with him and loving him so much got to his head and now he’s no fun. He saw how much better I was than him and he tried to play off my achievements as not that serious because I think he was intimidated I was more successful than him. He saw a girl like me liked a guy like him and it made him arrogant like he’s hot shit. It’s my fault he’s the way he is.

Anyways, he recently got a girlfriend, which is fine, because I’m pretty much over him now. A coworker told me last night and showed me pics of them together.

She’s a nursing major, white, looks 13 (she’s 19 and he’s 20 and so am I) and she’s also a lifeguard. He was telling me about her and tbh she seems really boring and she looks like every other white girl I’ve ever seen but I was being nice. I don’t want to be that girl best friend who is mean to his girlfriend for no reason, but he is really a jerk now, so it’s not like I want him anymore.

However, I still feel upset. I think the reason is because I tried for over a year to get him to like me. I tried so so hard and liked him so bad that I cried a lot and would not let go of the possibility that one day, I would maybe get him, and he would change his mind. And here comes this girl he met on Tinder, who got him so easily. Something I wanted so bad for so long that I fought so hard and did everything I could do to get was just… handed to some other girl who honestly seems to be a super boring person. I’m sure she’s nice but still.

I straightened my hair, (I’m part black so my hair is really curly) I wore makeup every time I knew I’d see him, I’m white passing with blue eyes so I would wear black eyeshadow to accentuate that, and I would wear clothes that were in some way revealing to maybe change his mind about me. I would do things I knew he liked in girls even if it wasn’t truly me. And even then, it wasn’t enough. He says it wasn’t me, it was him, and that I was pretty and nothing was wrong with me, but the types of girls he likes says otherwise.

It’s just really upsetting to me that something I wanted so bad for so long and did everything I could do to try and get it was just spoon fed to someone else who didn’t even want it as much.

I know I’m better than him in every way. He doesn’t have any dreams or aspirations and works at the restaurant I work at. He’s boring now. Doesn’t do anything other than work and brag about how he never even clocked in. I’m glad he found a girl on his level because honestly, I think I intimidated him.

No guy has ever been interested in me. I think I’m too mature and have too many aspirations and drives for them to keep up with. I’m also not much of a beauty standard. My hair is extremely curly, my nose doesn’t turn up all cute and small, I have ethnic features that aren’t considered “pretty” where I live (I live in a very white neighborhood in the suburbs of New York city), I have a bump on the bridge of my nose kinda like Lady Gaga’s, which I kinda like, but I know it’s not a beauty standard where I live, and I’m not very skinny. I’m naturally a bit bigger in every way. It’s just my build.

Maybe one day I’ll find a man who sees me just as beautiful and appealing as the beauty standards, and I won’t have to fight to be noticed anymore. One who would support me and find my aspirations inspiring rather than intimidating.

#rant

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redsparko · 2 months

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I’ve come back for another Rina Kent thoughtly rant. Now disclaimer, when I make these rants, it’s not me shitting on Rina Kent. I ate up all 34 of the books in a MONTH. Do you understand how many books a day I had to read? I don’t but all I know is that they FED me in a time that I needed to feast.

But as a fellow writer and one who identifies with this area of writing and reading, I must pull through and in the hopes that the continuous talking and revelation about these things will help improve the writing in dark romance.

This rant is not just about Rina Kent, but can be applied to every other dark romance book or romance in general (considering that they’re all pretty similar).

We’re going to be talking about. Female relationships. Rina Kent being the butt end of this rant, sorry to y’all. I haven’t read much romance books or any other dark romance books so I have nothing else to recall from besides the Twisted and Kings of Sin series by Ana Huang but those aren’t exactly dark romance. But can be used in this rant. It’s just that I have better examples with explanations from RK’s books because I’m more obsessed with them.

Okay so, beginning. The female relationships in RK’s books are super shallow. Especially in comparison to the male friendships. Like, look at Cole and Aiden from the RES. They’ve got the parallels sort of dynamics. Cole is a borderline sociopath/psychopath just as Aiden is except he’s more secretive about it and Aiden is the literal embodiment of being an asshole on the outside. They have a compelling hate relationship and yet maintain a friendship (begrudgingly). Like, hell, they’ve got interactions that show off their dynamics that even go up decades when their kids are full grown (EliAva).

While the female relationships there is nothing to be really said. Like, Elsa and Kimberly. Yeah, they’re friends. Yeah, they be there for each other. Yeah. That’s it. Literally. That’s it. Maybe it’s just me and the need to always have chaos and shit but like. This is a story, isn’t having chaos bringing in more depth to the story? Making it more interesting? Problems in things make the things MORE COMPELLING.

Silver and Elsa’s whole shtick was so so good, but portrayed terribly juvenile. It’s not the worst thing so don’t come jumping to rip off my dick but I’m saying they had a lot of potential to be better friends than Kimberly, and Elsa cause. Imagine your enemy, not enemy, but someone who makes life hard for you, and you see them for their humanness and what they truly are. You guys may hate each other or despise each other but you see them less as someone to hate and more as someone to understand. Perhaps through this understanding you can find friendship.

Teal and Silver’s whole thing was interesting to. That I can justify and say that was done right to its best ability. Like, Silver and Teal using each other’s love interests for their own purposes? Sign me up, use me too.

Either way, Kimberly and Elsa are dry, maybe that’s all they are. Idk, perhaps to add more depth to their friendship we could have Kimberly being jealous and admiring Elsa for her boldness early on, and then acting differently to try and imitate her later on when she rid of her fat but not her insecurity. While we have Elsa out here, worrying for Kimberly, pointing out all the things she’s doing not as bold but as dangerous and toxic to herself and those she could possibly get in danger. Then Kimberly could claim Elsa is jealous etc etc, make the situation ugly and complicated. It won’t kill you but when the girls resolve it, trust me, their friendship and bond is stronger.

And if I hear people coming to me and being like “tHiS iS a RoMANCe GenRE nOT a SlIcE of LiFe or FrIENDshIp GenRe” THEN TELL ME WHY THE MALE RELATIONSHIPS ARE SO MUCH MORE INTERESTING. WHY HAVE ROOM FOR THAT BUT NOT THE GIRLS?????

Cecily and Ava are fine, I can eat that. There’s underlying problems there waiting to wake up I just need them to be done well.

Ava and Annika’s issues were *chefs kiss* delicious. Ava threatening Annika because of Creighton. Ava blatantly showing her bias and side, basically saying she would choose Creighton over Annika if it ever came to. I loved that. I loved it so much I ATE IT. But I just wish we got to see more of it, the after effects of it. I don’t remember if they ever did but I wanted to see and read about the apology, and the sentiments of Ava to Annika and Annika to Ava. Would it be so hard? If we got to see Ava explaining her side to Annika and yet apologizing because it was brash and stupid to throw away her friendship because Creighton was also in the wrong for doing that to Annika? Yet Annika also being sorry and understanding of why Ava cares so much.

I’m saying it rn Book of Pain is my least favorite of the five. Another rant coming on that next time. Stay tuned.

Then there’s the giant ass glaring hole that is Glyndon King. Miss Girl never talks to her friends in her book. The Foursome was a lie, it’s a threesome considering the fact she’s NEVER THERE. Like I know these books are romance based but JESUS, can we also have some more complicated and depth into the other aspects of a dark romance based story? Would it not make the romance more delicious?

I know she’s introverted but at this point like… girl being introverted is your only personality trait. Which makes me so sad because GOM was one of my favorites and Glyndon is one of my favorites.

Mia and Maya had a good relationship, I say, the only thing to improve was the portrayal of it. I like their deep rooted and twin connection. Maya is a bitch but she’s Mia’s bitch. She’s family so Mia loves her because of it, despite all of Maya’s glaring flaws. Then it all falls apart when Mia finds out the secret. Isn’t that delicious? I mean a confusing betrayal sure. Like I don’t get why Mia was mad at Maya for being the cause of her trauma and muteness, I mean, wouldn’t it make more sense for her to want to find out why too? Mia is less emotional more methodical but still emotional especially when it comes to Landon but we can use that explanation for the other girls too which will come up in a rant about poor writing of characters.

Back to Mia and Maya, their relationship is good. It’s got the ups and downs and if only we got to see the downs through it but eh, I’ll take what I can get.

#maya sokolov #rina kent #god of malice #god of pain #legacy of gods #mia sokolov #glyndon king #twisted love #twisted lies #twisted hate #twisted games #dark romance #romance #roman empire #this is the pinnacle of my peak of my tolerance for shallow writing I want more for us

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lilyoffandoms · 8 months

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As someone who supports so many artists, what are your thoughts on AI art? Because I’ve been seeing a surge in the amount of people posting AI artwork of their characters here and it’s alarming. Do people not realize that AI art is generated (and essentially stolen) from the artwork and styles of real artists? Every artists I’ve come across has expressly stated how much they despise it and why.

Okay this is gonna sound like me yelling but I’m not yelling at you. I’m angry at people that steal and call it art. So take this angry rant for what it is. But seriously, thank you so much for this question!

I really really dislike AI generated stolen art! In fact, I’ll go a step further to say I hate it (and I don’t use that term lightly)! I cannot tell you how much I despise AI generated stolen art!

The AI art generated stolen art we’ve seen going around more and more lately is stupid and I agree 100% it’s incredibly alarming! And it’s more alarming that so many see nothing wrong with AI theft and willingly participate and cheer said theft on.

(I never (purposefully) reblog those pieces and if I do, and realize it, I delete it. I steer clear of that shit as best I can. I’ve even had to block people when I’ve found out they’ve fed art that doesn’t belong to them into these generators.)

Apps like Fotor, GoArt, Dream, Wonder, and the countless others I’ve seen, prey upon artists and they use the consumer to do it. These generators feed the consumers’ desire to have art and to have it cheap or free. But it’s theft, not only on the part of the AI/app and it’s creator but on the part of the consumer.

Let’s stop calling it AI art because it gives the creator of the AI/app, the AI (that’s not AI, but that’s another story), and the person typing words into the AI way too much credit.

It’s not art. It’s computer generated content that was pieced together using stolen art from real living and working artists the world over.

You are not creating art.

YOU ARE STEALING SOMEONE ELSE’S ART!

It’s not cute, it’s theft.

It’s not cheap/free, it’s theft.

It’s not harmless, it’s theft.

(And last I checked theft is still kind of a big no no. Even if the laws haven’t caught up with AI.)

It’s hurting real people.

If we keep this up, we are going to be stuck with crappy AI that can’t “learn” anything new because it has nothing new to feed on because all the artists will have stopped sharing it with us. Or worse, they will have stopped creating entirely.

And before I get the excuse in my inbox… It’s not just public domain works these shitty things are feeding off of, either. It is any art that is fed to them by people who are pretending to “create art.” But what those people are saying is they don’t give a damn about artists every time they feed this monster and copy and paste the stolen work to their socials and call it art.

I would like to humbly suggest an alternative: support the artists we have!! Support humans!! They are all kinds of incredible!!

Ask me, or others that commission art, or search sites like kofi or fiverr for digital artists who currently have commissions open. You can often find artists that will draw busts based on your descriptions or in game image, sometimes for as little as $10 per illustration (!!!)

Or perhaps the most shocking idea of all, learn to draw for yourself.

But for the love of humanity, stop using AI’s to generate content!!

#ask #anon ask #sorry if i come across as angry but i am #and i really really really hate ai generated stolen art

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An Anon Rant

I had someone send in an ask, but then ask for it to be anon, so Im posting it for them seperatly. It's a rant, but I'm okay with letting them rant for a minute. Im probably not going to post about it again after letting anon get it off their chest though. So if you aren't interested in reading a rant about the hypocrisy being seen in the "shipperdom" spaces (all of them, not just jkkr, not just tkkr, but all shipper spaces honestly), then this is your warning to just, scroll on by....

I was sitting here smdh and thinking {in regards to the uptick in rumors being spread about the members lately, both with ships and individuals too} “wow y’all are really somehow bored during chapter two huh?” it hit me! tkkrs don’t get the amount of content they want so they make up stories and narratives and drama to give them the feeling of having gotten some content. It’s like a dopamine hit, they aren’t getting it naturally so they are forcing the hit synthetically. and right now, I’m seeing jkkrs and other shippers doing the same. I would say this has been building since the boys started their first period of extending leave last December (the unofficial start of chapter two) and we got to January where there was less content happening and people started wilding with the nonsense narratives.

This fandom is being fed plenty, but because there isn’t weekly run bts episodes and behinds, or an in the soop/bon voyage or anything for people to get their weekly fix of moments, they are taking to the tkkrs way of life and making shit up, or making up new narratives for past moments where there was no drama at all, like be real!

These are real people out living their real lives and we are still so so beyond spoiled with the amount of content given to us by them, but it’s not enough for people?? like if you miss them, go rewatch the 2.5 hr jikook 2013-2021 video, or any of their full year compilations. rewatch favorite moments and enjoy that we got to witness them, catch up on vlives you’ve missed, or rewatch ones you haven’t watched in years. don’t treat them like characters who are not entertaining you enough and so you feel the need to make up shit. If you’re going to do that go write some fanfics and post them on ao3 where we all can appreciate that it’s purely fiction instead of you pretending your fictional world has any impact on the real one.

Can y’all just hold out until we get to the documentary series were supposed to get next year? it’ll give us all kinds of unseen moments from throughout their entire careers and you can all enjoy reality there with the rest of us!

I’m also so annoyed by all of this that I don’t have it in me to reread this for typos so i apologies for any that were there but I’m hoping my point came across well anyway.

Honestly, I'm just here bts, here for jikook, here for supporting them and what THEY choose to tell us and share with us. I'm over so much of the shipping mentality too. It's exhausting. Hopefully those of you who can't wait to see jikook again can be patient. And like anon mentioned too, look forward to the documentary that's coming! That's going to be a wealth of information and fascinating moments and tidbits and things the members are sharing that I can't wait to see. I love them and I love how much they are sharing with us Honestly, even if it's not as much as it used to be. It's more than anyone could expect! I know anon mostly focused on jkkr spaces here, but it sorta applies to EVERYTHING. Jikookers. All other shippers. Het shippers. Military enlistment. Music releases. Etc etc etc.

#boundaries as fans and shippers #boundaries as shippers #love them first before anything else #anon rants

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crazycookiecrumbles · 2 years

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Searching For Inspiration (6)

Masterlist

A/N: Sorry it’s taken awhile. Less interaction now + work just has me less motivated to post these days tbh.

Pairings/Characters: Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: none really, just some kissing and allusions to an eddie-rection (haha get it, like errection, but eddie’s, sorry), HONESTLY it’s mostly just fluffy shit

Summary: Curious about one of Eddie’s greatest passions, you find yourself wandering into Hellfire Club to finally experience the magic.

Eddie Munson never expected this day to come. It was somehow both his biggest fantasy and his worst nightmare.

Eddie was busy setting up for Hellfire after school. He had acquired the back of the stage where the drama club left all their props and costumes around. There sat his table and throne, which he would rest upon as he orchestrated his masterpiece. Everything was going smoothly. This session was going to be absolutely fantastic and chaotic in the best way. On top of that, your dad sent you with food that day for him at lunch, so he was already floating on air for the day.

Eddie was pretty sure your dad was now just making sure he was constantly fed, but he had absolutely no complaints on that. To be honest, it was kind of a relief. Also, tostones? Amazing, they were changing his life.

However, Eddie was stunned when you walked in with your cute, timid, slow walk of yours after school as you drummed your fingertips on the strap of your bag. He stood up from leaning over the table, and he didn’t know what to do with his hands. They went to his pockets, then out, then he crossed his arms over his chest before leaving one there and waving the other around, “What, um, what brings you here, dear princess of mine?”

You shook your head at his nickname for you as you stepped closer, “Well, um. I started another book. Lord of the —“

“If you finish that with ‘Rings,’ I’m going to be so upset you never read it before.

You pouted, “Hey! There’s so many books and I only have so many eyes!” You sighed. “Anyway, I was reading the book, and…”

“And what?” Eddie pried. “You’re in love with it?”

You rolled your eyes, “I’ve noticed some…reoccurring themes between what you say about your campaign and what I’ve been reading in the book, and then I thought about you in the library…” He watched you as you trailed off while rounding the table to join him. “You’re a book nerd.”

Eddie blinked, “Well, yeah. Duh. The freak reads a lot.”

“Didn’t expect that. I thought you were just disrespecting books.”

Eddie stared for a moment before smirking and walking towards you. His hands came to rest on your hips as he studied you, “You judged a book by its cover and judged wrong, didn’t you?”

“What? No. Shut up.”

“You didn’t think I even knew how to read, huh?” Eddie asked, “you thought I was just some dumb freak ruining a library.”

“No! I obviously knew you knew how to read, you were just so disrespectful to the books for no reason whatsoever! In public! Which made me think you must have felt some way about books and it wasn’t positive!” You began to yell all over again about Eddie’s behavior in the library while he stared at you with a smile on his face the entire time you were ranting. When you finally came to your conclusion, he was still smiling while you huffed, “Anyway, what I wanted to say was I see where you get your inspiration from, and I was wondering if I could sit in on your session and watch.”

Eddie’s hand flew to his chest, “You want to watch me DM? That’s so intimate, so personal. I feel like we’re getting naked for the first time.”

Cheeks burning, you swatted his chest while he continued to grin mischievously. You rolled your eyes at him and rested your hands on his shoulders as his hands returned to their rightful place on your hips and he pulled you to lean against him while he leaned on the table. Eddie beamed at you, his head twisting and turning so his eyes could catch yours while you were trying to look away from him in embarrassment.

Eddie giggled quietly and pressed his lips against your cheek. The vibrations while he spoke caused you to laugh, “Don’t worry, I don’t DM when I’m naked.”

“Good. I’d hate to hear you were scaring these poor babies with your nudity.”

“Scary with my nudity? Please, I am a pale, gangly mess of limbs that they’d be so lucky to see.”

You hummed as you brought your elbows up to rest on his shoulders, your hands clasped under your chin as you stared at him, “I’m sure.”

“You can always find out, if you’d like.”

“Ah, Eddie, it’ll take more than that to get me out of my pants.”

You swore his eyes twinkled, “So you’re saying there’s a chance?”

Now, would Eddie know what to do if he had the chance? Not necessarily. His experience with women was….rather minimal, given how the entire town perceived him. I mean, there was this one girl from out of town that came to see their band play. However, they were both so high and drunk, Eddie couldn’t get it up, she wasn’t in the mood, and they never went past making out and feeling each other up.

Was Eddie a virgin?

To his friends? Absolutely not, he was a self-proclaimed sex god.

In reality? Well, he had some very, very sticky magazines stuck under his mattress that he treated like they were scriptures. The man couldn’t tell you if he researched music, sex, or fantasy more, that’s how much he relied on literature, magazines, and videos to give him all he needed to know.

“If I deem you worthy, sure,” you replied, working so, so hard to keep yourself calm and cool as your mind started to drift off to thinking about Eddie in a far more intimate way. “Um, so,” you cleared your throat and straightened up, ignoring how he seemed to get a little hot and turn red himself. “So, what’s left to set up?”

“I’ve just gotta finish putting some of these figures in place, and we’re good to go. All we have to do is pass the time until the little sheepies get here,” he explained.

“Well,” you pulled away and patted his chest. “Best get to work then, shouldn’t you?”

He chuckled as he pushed himself off the table and wagged his finger at you, “Try not to be hypnotized by my fabulous butt, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes and sat down in his throne, “Sure, Eddie.”

He looked at you as he set up the figures and cooed, “Now, now, now, Queenship looks good on you, my lady.”

You snorted, “You’re too much, Munson.”

“For you, my lady, that’s simply never enough, but I’ll always try to be.”

The way Eddie winked at you had your cheeks growing hotter by the second. You swore you were sweating under his gaze before he returned back to work. Eddie Munson was such a charmer. His way with words was unmatched, and the way this man made you feel was unlike anyone else had in Hawkins your entire time being there.

Not to say that Eddie wasn’t enthralled about you either. You were passionate, easily angered, and so, so freaking smart. He was smitten. Honestly, Eddie looked at you and basically knew what couple you two were now going to be: Gomez and Morticia. Yes, Eddie Munson wanted nothing more than to be your Gomez.

When he was done setting up, you stood up from his throne and went to grab another seat. Eddie sat down, but grabbed your hand and pulled you on top of him. While you were laughing, he supported your back with one hand while the other delicately grabbed your wrist. He outstretched your hand and began to kiss up the length of your arm, starting with your open palm.

“E-Eddie, you’re nuts,” you breathed as you watched him.

He hummed, “Nuts for you? Totally, babe.”

Eddie’s kisses went all the way up to your shoulder. He couldn’t reach anymore, so he gently coaxed you to lean forward with a tap on your back. You leaned down to meet his lips in a tender kiss that made your heart flutter. Eddie hummed happily, merrily as he pressed his lips against yours, hands holding you close like he was afraid of losing you if he let go.

You two were so lost in each other that you didn’t hear the door open. However, after a few seconds, you certainly heard the sound of gagging noises. You and Eddie pulled away from each other. You were more embarrassed while Eddie was annoyed.

“Just for that, Wheeler, your first three rolls of the night are at disadvantage,” Eddie growled as Mike made his way to the table with his stuff.

“Hey! That’s not fair! Just because you two were sucking face doesn’t mean I have to suffer.”

“He’s just joking, Mike,” Dustin said as he pulled out his seat. “I told you not to interrupt like that! Hi, Y/N.”

You smiled softly, “Hey, Dustin.”

You moved to get off of Eddie’s lap. As you moved, he quickly grabbed your leather jacket and left it on top of his lap as you climbed off of him. When you realized what he might be hiding, you held your own satisfactory smirk as you went and took a seat next to Dustin.

“Wait,” Mike stared as the rest of the club filed in. “Are you playing? Seriously?”

Eddie leaned over and swatted the back of Mike’s head while you shook your head. “No, Mike, I’m just observing. I want to see how you guys play and what the story’s like in action.”

“Cool! I’ll show you everything you need to know,” Dustin said as he slid his papers over to you and jumped into a very animated recap, like you hadn’t heard about their campaign before.

While Dustin was explaining this to you, you glanced up to meet Eddie’s gaze. He had been talking to Gareth and Jeff, but he turned his head ever so slightly, his eyes darting over to meet yours. He smiled brightly and winked at you from across the table. You smiled right back, chewing your bottom lip before returning your attention back to Dustin’s retelling.

The rest of the night was a blast. You got to see Eddie in his element and watched as he thrived. The man was a storyteller through and through. The amount of creativity, the voices, the acting, how he knew the rules like the back of his hand, it was so impressive for you to see of Eddie. It served to remind you how everyone, even you, at times, looked at him in a less-than-flattering light because you simply didn’t know him well enough.

But this Eddie? This animated wordsmith building out his own world and instilling teamwork and creativity? It was charming, and sweet, and your attention bled away from the campaign as all you could do was gaze at him and admire every inch of him.

After the session was over for the night, everyone helped to clean up and put everything away. You all left the building together, everyone going their separate ways. The air was cold and it was starting to drizzle, which had Mike and Dustin sucking their teeth since they had to ride their bikes in the coming rain. Eddie was going to take you back home and join you for dinner, but heard their frustrations from a few feet away.

“Do you mind if we — “

You shook your head, “It’s completely okay with me.”

He smiled and kissed your cheek. He muttered for you to go ahead and get inside before the rain really came down. As you jogged over to his van, you could hear Eddie shouting for those two to throw their bikes in the back and that he’d take them home.

You listened with content as they talked about the campaign more, Eddie giving them tips on their attacks and how to make the most of them, the boys theorizing on what was to come. Before you knew it, they were both dropped off at home, and you and Eddie were walking up to your front door.

“Do they —“

“They invited you,” you explained. “And they’re very excited. Dad made pollo guisado. He’s looking forward to your comments about it.”

He exhaled and nodded, “Okay. Awesome. Because, you know, they don’t have to keep feeding me —“

“I’m pretty sure stuffing you with food is their new favorite hobby, because you’ve never had any of this, and they just love getting people to try it. Everyone here, well, doesn’t really want to try it. I mean, they wouldn’t even eat his vanilla cupcakes one year for a bake sale because he topped with a cheese frosting and guava — “

“I don’t know what that is, but I want it badly,” Eddie said.

You laughed, “Okay. I’ll let you know when he makes them.”

“Fantastic —“

“And, Eddie?” You got his attention as he reached for the doorknob. “That was so awesome tonight.”

He was beaming, “You’re welcome any time you’d like, babe.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson x you #series: searching for inspiration #searching for inspiration #latina!reader #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things fic #joe quinn #joseph quinn #reader

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