#i never shouldve told her how much i had

[tamagotchikgs]

my mom keeps pressuring me to go the bank 2 get my card sorted (it's locked for outgoing funds because it expired) whihc i do need to do but the sheer amount she is doing makes me nervous like is she planning 2 make me give her my savings ,,,,,,, because, as of right now thats all i have or do with the account i dont have an income everything in there is just what ive been saving since i was 16

[haunted-house-heart]

living with someone with untreated mental illness is like. i understand why you're like this and i do empathize but also like. jesus fucking christ get some help before i throttle you i stg

[glaivegirl]

that's her hand, my bunny ears

id never have been able to break free and begin seeing myself as a girl and as wanting that, wanting to be such a feminine beast

id never have been able to explore being trans without her

maybe not never, but she's why i got there sooner, she's why i could see myself in those early days, she's who had my back

she saw me being a woman, or whatever i am, as good and happy and beautiful. she was who made me really see it as something that could be good instead of something awful and a nuclear-level wrong.

she's why transness and me being a transfem, she's why i could see it without only focusing on the shame and the humiliation that comes with knowing how people react to trans people, and how people react to some lumpy, awkward fat dude saying he wants to be a girl

but she was there, and she loved me and how i wore dresses and makeup and how i still held some womanly way about me when i was in jeans and a hardhat or a green apron, trying to act like a normal masculine guy even at starbucks

she was all that let me stop being afraid juuuust enough to see myself, and i know i dont owe all my life to her

but i when i think if she wasnt there and i think of struggling with that any more than i already was, any longer than i already was; it sounds fucking horrific

and it sounds horrific because it was, and being in the closet is torture and agony and suffering; but being too scared or ashamed or guilty to see yourself? to see only a closet when you look at yourself?

fuck that was hell. even if everything just gets worse and even if id have had some cushy $40k/yr salarycock job rn, if i wouldnt be able to see myself, to really see her, that sounds like a hell i just couldnt handle. And i know, i handled it and it was worse than anything. And it broke me worse and worse every year

I cant imagine the hell i was in going on longer than it did, i cant imagine how much it would suck to live like that, the whole thing just getting worse

maybe its not like that for everyone, but i was breaking, all of me was just breaking, and i cant imagine my life if she wasnt there to help me slow down the breaking, i cant imagine how much life wouldve sucked so much worse if she wasnt there with me, noticing the things i was noticing, noticing other things i didnt see, trying to see the things i saw and she didnt and loving it, feeling the joy of it, excited to see whatever it was pop out suddenly like a rodent blending into some dirt and wood and then you see a cute animal out of nowhere, it was kinda like that

she really helped me see myself, i owe her my life for that, and her love was true and she knew me, all of me, and she was always ready to accept it and love it and grow with it

she was why it eventually felt okay to be trans and to be myself and live instead of something else that isnt quite death

she ended that hell early, she said it was okay for me to be girly

she made me believe it was okay for me to be womanly and a girl and it was a miracle that she pulled that off

she was an angel

she remains a miracle

ill always miss you more than i can fucking stand

ill never stop

ill never stop missing you, kat

i owe my freedom to you, i owe you my life

funny, ha-ha, stupid irony or coincidence always sucks so bad when it wraps around you

but its true

you saved my life, kat

you made me feel safe

[sourscheming]

Why the Tacomic scene in II 2 17 isnt as bad as some of you are making it out to be

II 2 17 SPOILERS BELOW!!

ive seen many people say they absolutely despise the tacomic scene in ii 2 17 due to many reasons. mainly being that the scene felt too rushed or that microphone was heavily out of character.

and while i can agree with these claims when looking at this scene from a first glance, ive realized this scene requires a lot more additional context and reflection to fully understand, using tiny bits and pieces left for us. and its my job to help glue them up! hope you enjoy my rambling :)

Arguement 1: Mic is very OOC

when first looking at this scene i can agree that yes microphone is very out of character. her acting so nonchalant, just playing off tacos actions. but let me tell you why shes not as ooc as some of you might think. first: a tweet from brian

“mic had always had a tendency to let taco off the hook” and this is very true! she will always try and play off taco’s actions due to how much she cares about her. and. with this being a life or death situation, she really didnt want to make a mountain out of a molehill and potentially die without any closure with taco. her playing off tacos actions might feel like its ooc, but it makes so much more sense whennyou consider their history and the fact thst in someways microphone still yearns and loves taco. she yearns for taco a 7/10 it used to be higher!! (source: brians streams) she still really loves taco despite everything.

i know what pissed many people off was microphone acting so… natural. she wasnt mad or anything. she was just so chill about it all when she shouldve been mad, right? i definitely agree with that, but most people seem to be forgetting this line

(nice callback to this scene btw)

but back to the point; mic hears everything. microphone always knew taco was in the hotel because she heard her. and doing this she had time to reflect and gather her thoughts so she wasn’t screaming at taco or getting mad irrationally. and keep in mind microphone most likely heard taco crying and screaming about pickle dying, i dont think she wanted to push her to do that again. hearing taco, the one who presented herself to be so strong and evil, just sobbing her heart out mustve been terrifying.

now i also wanted to bring up this:

microphone knows about the events of episode 15 and was most likely told taco died and why. she knows taco can die due to heavy emotional distress. acting angry and irrational and not sitting down to talk about wouldve stressed her out more and they couldve potentially lost her too. the reason why shes so chill about isnt because shes not upset about everything, it was because if she was, she risked the chance of loosing taco.

another tweet from brian to show microhone doesnt forgive taco yet, but she definitely woud in the future if taco proved herself:

and again it may not look like this in the episode, but microphones nonchalant attitude comes with a lot of jabs at taco, showing that she doesnt truly forgive her. plus, microphone never utters the words “i forgive you” once.

but the reason why shes able to move on so easily is because of how well she knows taco. taco had always struggled with apologizing, as seen in episode 13. she’s almost never used the word sorry consciously.

microphone had always been a big softie for taco being at least a bit sincere, so imagine how she felt when taco went fully sincere. and she knew she couldn’t just hug her and say i forgive you on a whim, so she sorta had to play it off to keep everything on track.

and this scene is so. impactful because of just what it represents. microphone had always been about “doing the right thing” and taco begrudgingly respected her wishes. but to see taco DOING the right thing mustve been such a turning point for microphone. shown her that taco CAN change, that she wants to. it solidifies that the care that microphone had wasnt one sided, taco LEARNED something from her. shes learning how to be better. shes trying because she wants to be with microphone. i think thats what really strikes a chord, she gained something, a friend.

Arguement 2: The scene felt really rushed

oh i definitely agreed with this at first. this segment will be much shorter because it’s basically hammering into your head that HEY they were in a LIFE OR DEATH SITUATION!!!

microphone needed to quickly rush taco out in order to keep her safe, they needed to do it quickly so they wouldnt die. again, mic wouldve reached out sooner but the situation was so stressful she only did it now. taco probably wouldve died if she didnt come out, and they all knew the onpy way they could pry her out was with someone she cared about.

do i wish they got 5 more minutes to talk? fuck yes, but also keep in mind they barely had time to do anything, so much was happening all at once they had to shoehorn something in. and with the points i listed earlier again, this was probably the best they could do due to circumstance.

CLOSING THOUGHTS

overall, while i do think this scene was rushed, theres still beauty to be had with it. its still really impactful when reflecting on it and i dont think it devalues the tacomic arc as much as some of you make it out to.

i wish there was more to this scene but i think what we got was pretty substantial especially considering everything that happened in ii 2 17.

they both still care for eachother, they both loved eachother so much, that they were able to put their grievances aside so they could spend their final moments together.

thanks for reading <3

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

was I the asshole for beating the shit out of my classmate(s)?

I (14F) have endured bullying for some years now. I've told my parents, my older brother, my grandparents, my teachers and my favorite aunt. nothing has been done, and if anything asking for help and not receiving it has made me feel much worse because I've felt stupid for thinking I could trust anyone with this

its been getting so bad that for the last 6 months or so I've been waking up with intense panic attacks every day and I would refuse to move. my mom would berate me and drag me to school anyway. literally dragging me by pulling me because I would not move

so the other day she dropped me by at school and I had another panic attack in the hallway. a teacher found me and instead of helping me he forcefully took me to class. I literally begged him to at least give me a moment so I would calm down and he said no. he took me to class to make sure I would walk in and I did, still having a panic attack. this only made my classmates laugh at me even more. particularly one girl and one boy who are the worst so when I walked by them I snapped and I started punching them, pulling their hair, grabbing a heavy book and hitting them with it.... I thought I couldn't hit hard at all but I must have been really angry bc the guy started bleeding from his nose and the girl started bleeding from her lip after accidentally biting it while I was hitting her

suddenly the school staff decided to get off their asses. no action was taken when I needed help but now they just happen to agree that violence is unacceptable. only physical violence tho bc harassing and psychologically abusing other students is ok. Ive been temporarily kicked out of school so clearly they can intervene, I just wonder how come they didnt do it sooner

my classmates were comparing me to school shooters on social media. I blocked their ass but I want to see whether they are right or if I shouldve hit them harder. I have never hit anyone before but I was real tired of their shit. I'm the one who faced consequence and not them so aita?

[personasintro]

i know mentioming kiko triggers most of the readers but i think yall should grow tf up like shes my roman empire and i think about her a lot u know 😔😔 when this chapter, where she told jungkook the truth, came out i hated her just like others and i was like "shes so evil like how can she do this to jungkook". but as time passed i just realized that shes the realest character because if i were in the same situation i might have done the same thing(?) Like i dont know exactly what id do but because of fear i couldve done the same so i cant really judge her. like we all know having a child is a big responsibility and she was scared and of course she wasnt ready for this and obviously its her body and her choice and she did whatever she thought was good for her. I think throwing a mud at her and criticising her is too much because she suffered enough already and i truly dont understand why do yall hate this woman so much?? I mean yeah she shouldve told jungkook everything because jungkook really deserved to know and we all knkw he would understand her and her choice but she was scared and not ready. Like we cant even imagine the pain she was going through because as i mentioned before having a kid is a big responsibility and she was the one who had to carry the baby for 9 months and give birth and everything and she was not ready. like yeah jungkook would be on her side but so what?? his support would be a great help but mothers still have to go through pain, fear, uncertainty and so many emotions and i think men would never get this (im sorry, i know jungkooks an amazing man but he still wouldnt get it okay???) and i trully feel sorry for her and of course the way she handled the situation was so wrong and i do not support her for that, for example, for lying to jungkook, breaking up with him without telling him everything, then lying to him that she cheated 😭😭like she was so stupid for that and she made him suffer so much like imagine u told him u cheated on him and he still wanted to give u a second chance,even though he was in so much pain??? like i understand him and yes he deserved to know everything and she was so wrong for getting back to him and still makkng him believe she cheated but I feel so sorry for both of them and i really understand kiko and her fears and im her apologist because everyone makes mistakes and obviously she wasnt a perfect person. I hope she will be happy in the future because she dont deserve all this pain.

thank you for sharing your thoughts on this! we've had quite a lot conversations about her character and to be honest, she might be one of my favorite characters i've ever written. not because I love her or anything, but because she's so interesting to me. and i've said this before many times, but i guess people perceive things differently based on the point of view which is completely understandable – if the story was about them, kiko being y/n – some opinions and reactions might've been different. i do believe there would be many opinions of what she did and it being not right, but i guess readers would show more mercy with the way of how they talk about her character or they would definitely not use so many curse words ahaaha

[wlntrsldler]

poisoned mercury | smau: stories! (after hard launch)

a/n: just wanted to post more of luke and five star flirting. hehe.

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yn_yln posted a story!

we’re going to the championships!

tagged clarisselarue.

clarisselarue replied to this story!

clarisselarue: BACK TO BACK 🔜 🏆

yn_yln: YEAAAAA BABY

clarisselarue: home court advantage 😈

lukecastell4n replied to this story!

lukecastell4n: IM SO PROUD OF YOU FIVE STAR

lukecastell4n: SEE YOU SOON

yn_yln: WDYM SEE YOU SOON

yn_yln: ARE YOU COMING TO THE CHAMPIONSHIPS

lukecastell4n: duh i wouldn’t miss it for the world

yn_yln: BABY WHAT

yn_yln: CALL ME RN

lukecastell4n: 🫡���

connorstoll posted a story!

pretty sure this is dangerous. put your seatbelts on!

tagged yn_yln and lukecastell4n.

travisstoll replied to this story!

travisstoll: you’d think they haven’t seen each other in 10 years the way they’re always on each other

connorstoll: FR 😭😭

lukecastell4n replied to this story!

lukecastell4n: goddamn im whipped

lukecastell4n: is this how i always look when im with five star

connorstoll: yes. it’s sickening

lukecastell4n: oh well 🤷🏻‍♂️

yn_yln replied to this story!

yn_yln: SJSJSJSJKSK

yn_yln: sigh i love him

connorstoll: please get out of my dms with this shit i already get enough seeing u two in person

yn_yln: HATER

connorstoll: AND IM PROUD OF IT!

clarisselarue posted a story!

yn_yln can sleep anywhere 😭 (as long as lukecastell4n is there)

lukecastell4n reposted this story!

lukecastell4n: my five star ⭐️

yn_yln reposted this story!

yn_yln: my favorite place in the world 🩷

lukecastell4n replied to this story!

lukecastell4n: fuck you got me kicking my feet in the air

lukecastell4n: have i told you that i love you today?

yn_yln: about ten times 😭

lukecastell4n: yikes im lacking

lukecastell4n: i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love yo-

liked by yn_yln.

yn_yln: you’re ridiculous 😭

yn_yln: i love you so much

travisstoll posted a story!

forget luke we want yn_yln as the new front man for poisoned mercury 😭😭😭

yn_yln replied to this story!

yn_yln: haha you’re so funny trav

travisstoll: your rendition of hopelessly devoted to you deserves a grammy

yn_yln: OH GOD I SANG THAT?

yn_yln: I DONT REMEMBER

travisstoll: “sang” is a stretch. i would use “screech”

travisstoll: i figured when luke had to carry you out the karaoke bar 😭

lukecastell4n replied to this story!

lukecastell4n: LMFSOOD

lukecastell4n: remind me never to buy her green tea shots ever again

travisstoll: we shouldve known it was gonna get bad when she said “i dont even feel anything”

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five star down 😭

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yn_yln replied to this story:

yn_yln: OH MY GOD IM SO EMBARRASSED

yn_yln: YOU HAD TO CARRY ME OUT THE BAR?

lukecastell4n: don’t be embarrassed

lukecastell4n: if u wanted me to carry you home, all u had to do was ask

yn_yln: how do u manage to make me blush over the phone castellan?

lukecastell4n: can i come over and make u blush in person?

yn_yln: ….

yn_yln: door’s unlocked

lukecastell4n: eta 8 minutes

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chrisr0driguez posted a story!

would you guys believe me if i said three minutes ago they were in a heated argument about the best girl scout cookie

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yn_yln replied to this story!

yn_yln: THIN MINTS FOR LIFE

yn_yln: anyone who says otherwise has no taste

chrisr0driguez: gotta go with my boy on this one

chrisr0driguez: samoas >>>

yn_yln: … i need to have a talk with clar about her choices

chrisr0driguez: Y/N?!???

lukecastell4n replied to this story!

lukecastell4n: FIVE STAR JUST TOLD ME U SAID SAMOAS WERE BETTER

lukecastell4n: i knew i could count on you

lukecastell4n: my brother 🤝

chrisr0driguez: 🤝

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she loves me i swear.

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yn_yln: unfortunately 😔

lukecastell4n replied to this story!

lukecastell4n: u were made to humble me huh

yn_yln: duh

yn_yln: but i love you

yn_yln: i miss you already

lukecastell4n: stop i will drive this tour bus back to north carolina

yn_yln: would u pls

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travisstoll replied to this story!

travisstoll: if luke doesnt reply its because we locked him in the bathroom bc he tried to convince the driver to turn around to go back to unc and bobby got annoyed

travisstoll: we like bobby we dont want him to quit

travisstoll: and he looked like he might if luke kept begging

yn_yln: HELP I WAS JOKING

travisstoll: now y/n

travisstoll: u should know better

travisstoll: luke does not joke about u

yn_yln: pls let him out the bathroom he’s sending me voice memos from his apple watch

travisstoll: fine

[pvssychicken]

Water Fountain

Pairings: Nick x Male!oc

Summary: Nick waited for the love of his life, but the love of his life didnt wait for him.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, jealousy, swearing.

I should've built a home with a fountian for us,

the moment that she told me that she was in love

too young

i was too young

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She told me that she loved me by the water fountain She told me that she loved me and she didn't love him And that was really lovely 'cause it was innocent ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Nicky, I promise, I dont love her. Not like i love you."

We only saw each other by the water fountian, but we were still best friends. I didnt know what love felt like, but i still knew i loved him. Even though we were in fourth grade, I still planned our future together, i thought he was the love of my life.

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It's getting kind of blurry at a quarter-past-ten And he was in a hurry to be touching her skin She's feeling kind of dirty when she's dancing with him Forgetting what she told me by the water fountain

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I watch from across the room as he talks to her. I feel the tears start to well up in my eyes. I see the way he looks at her, the way he touches her.

Nick, youre being stupid, I think to myself, we were in fourth grade, that promise meant nothing. Max is into girls, not you.

We still were friends, but it was like he had forgotten what he promised me by the water fountain that day. To him, it was like i was just one of the bros.

I slam my cup down and wipe the tears from my eyes. The last thing i needed was for someone to see me crying. Nobody knows how I feel about him, not even Matt or Chris, I dont want to seem weak, falling for a guy who told me he loved me in fourth grade.

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I should've built a home with a fountain for us The moment that she told me that she was in love Too young I was too young

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I wish i would've done something, I shouldve told him that i felt the same. Maybe then, I wouldnt be trying to hold back my tears as i watch him making out with a girl across the room. But at the time, i didnt undertstand, I didnt understand that what i was feeing was love.

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And if she ever goes back to the water fountain The handle will be broken and the rust set in ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Three months later

I tried, i really tried to get over him. Every time he came up in my thoughts, i would force myself to think about whoever i was dating at the time, telling myself that I really loved them instead.

But those never lasted long, they figured out that I never truly loved them. I felt bad, but I just couldnt help it.

I also tried to distance myself from Max. Instead of sitting next to him at lunch, i would sit at another table with my other friends, I tried not to show how much it hurt me, but luckily, nobody noticed it.

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But my hand, it will be open and I'll try to fix it My heart, it will be open and I'll try to give it

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I open the door to see max standing there.

"Max, w-what are you doing here?"

He takes a step towards me and looks me in my eyes.

"Nick, did i do something wrong? You've been ignoring me, and im worried."

I feel my eyes start to water, and before I know it im sobbing and spillng my guts out to the person ive been in love with since fourth grade.

"Im so sorry max, i just couldnt take it anymore, I tried i really tried to not care, but i just fucking love you so fucking much, and i know its stupid because that promise you made me was in fourth grade and youre obviously not into guys, but ive fucking loved you since then. Im so fucking sorry, i know you have a girlfriend and you probably think im-"

I was cut off by Max grabbing my face and pressing his lips to mine.

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Now I'm grabbing her hips, and pulling her in Kissing her lips, and whispering in her ear And I know that it's only a wish And that we're not standing by the water fountain

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The kiss felt magical, the way his lips felt against mine, the way his hands moved down my body, finally settling on my hips, as i threw my arms around his neck.

"I love you too Nick," he whispered when we pulled apart "I always have, and I always will. I'm so sorry for not realizing it sooner."

I smiled and pulled his lips to mine again, knowing that i might never let go.

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A/n: Welp heres some fluff for yall. honestly idk how i feel about this one, please lmk what you think.

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[pastelbluecloudy3]

Hello! I have sort of an angst request for Hantengu and Gyokko. If you’re not comfortable with it that’s totally understandable and I’m sorry if this requests hurts you. Trigger Warning- I had an uncle a while back who was acting weird towards me. He didn’t do anything thankfully, but he did touch my arm and it felt weird. Can you do a scenario where their S/O comes back shaken up from the market and they’re pestering her about it and she finally tells them what happened and that she saw him again in a market, and he tried to talk to her and she got scared and went away. What would they do? Again, I’m really sorry if this request is too much and it hurts you.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 💙 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕!

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙶𝚢𝚘𝚔𝚔𝚘 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛(𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚣𝚘𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚗.)

WARNINGS: 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚎! 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝! 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏!

He was worried for what took you longer than 20 minutes. He was all over you once you got home to be with him. But he noticed you were... Uncomfortable. He only sent you to the market to buy more food and a couple of paint supplies. He knew he shouldve went with you after you showed up barely having anything with you.

"My little art work! What seems to be the problem? You don't seem as happy as you were when you left." He was nervous. Maybe you seen a demon slayer that was asking you questions? Or even worse. A hashira? He knew you would never betray him like that. Right? "My art piece.. Please tell me?" Before you started speaking tears started swelling in your eyes threatening to fall down your cheeks."I saw him.. He tried talking.. Then got closer.. I was scared so I ran.. "

Oh he was mad. Not even mad. Enraged. How could he come back to mess with you again. He should've went with you. He doesnt want you experiencing that. He was happy you came home in one piece. But that guy surely was gonna be found in pieces. "My little art work.. Please stay here and calm down. I'll be back." he stated before teleporting where ever he would go. Before you knew it. Gyokko in his full form. Holding his Decapitated and bloody head. He was giggling with both of his mouths covered in the deep red blood that came from your ex.

He held you close to him because he wanted to keep you safe and comfortable. He already ate the decapitated head so he didnt really care about whats gonna happen next. All that he knew was that you are his and he is yours.

He only told you to go to the market to buy food? Why did you look like you seen a ghost. "Y/n?..w-why do you look so scared...is it from me?.." He questions you but saw how you we're about to cry. He was in fear.. He didnt want to see you shedding tears?... What happened was then he split into those 4 clones.

"What happened? Stop crying dammit!" Sekido yells at you. Hes concerned but he cant really show it. " You dont have to yell at her.. She seems sad... Is there something wrong Y/n?". Aizetsu responds back. "I saw him... I saw him again.. " tears falling slowly onto the wooden floor. They all felt rage because they never wanted to see you like this. They never saw a joyful and caring person like you cry. "What do you mean you saw him? Are you hurt? Are you ok? Please. Tell me where he lives. " The pleasure demon. Karaku says. Urogi starts speaking. "Poor guy is probably still at the store! Should we pay him a visit? ""Of course we should! We can see how he would enjoy seeing his limbs get ripped off!"

The door then gets broken down." You took too long. It wasn't hard to just go." Zohakuten spoke with the head of the guy you wished you never saw. All of them spent the time comforting you telling you he was gone forever and never to come back. You felt safe with them and they were happy to know you were safe to stay with them. Zohakuten and the rest of the clones started eating the guy so you would never see him again.. I mean hey? Its affection and caring for you.. Right?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

𝙸𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐! 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜! 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛! 𝙱𝚢𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 💙✨🫶🏾

[kalinihta]

𝐂. 𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋

a/n: my first post on this account (and fiction writing in months)! i’m not that great of a writer so corrections are appreciated but please don’t be rude to me or anyone on my blog. i hope you enjoy this:)

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plot: reader is a jazz singer in the wastelands and she sings about her husband of a lifetime.

trope: cooper howard x reader, the ghoul x reader

fandom: fallout

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even after the bombs, the living still needed entertainment. good thing i was still alive. i owned a small little jazz club downtown of filly, many people came to see me — ghouls, raiders, you name it. i made my living off bottlecaps from the entry fee and tips. 20 bottle caps for entry and i usually got tips above 30. i used my caps to buy meds, meds for my husband.

my husband’s a ghoul, somehow im not. i was already examining a vault when the bombs had dropped. coop had a birthday party gig, i felt i shouldve begged him to come with me to the vault, but i hadn’t. i should’ve trusted my instincts that day. nonetheless i still love him, hes still a divine being in my eyes.

currently, im backstage getting ready for a performance. cooper was out hunting a bounty, said he might be back in a couple days. i sighed as i combed my hair, i held my gaze in the mirror. if something were to happen to him i dont know what i’d do.

standing up, i examined myself in the mirror.

i think im ready..

as i walked out of the room i gave dogmeat i quick pet before walking out on stage. my heels clicked on the medium sized stage, gazes locked on my body, and commotion erupted. cat calls and claps echoed through the small club. one i had reached the mic i turned to my piano player and nodded. he smiled and began to play.

You're no good for me

Baby, you're no good for me

You're no good for me

But baby, I want you, I want…

i paused for a moment, a small blanket of whistles covered my ears. i took a breath and closed my eyes.

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City

Never was there ever a girl so pretty

Do you think we'll be in love forever?

Do you think we'll be in love?

Baby, put on heart shaped sunglasses

'Cause we gonna take a ride

I'm not gonna listen to what the past says

I've been waiting up all night

i heard the old doors of the club open, but i didnt pay any attention and kept singing. silent foot steps echoed the club as i kept my eyes closed. i heard them pause for a moment before sitting on one of the many squeaky chairs.

Hurt me and tell me you're mine

I don't know why but I like it

Scary? My God, you're divine

Gimme them, gimme them dope and diamonds

whispers and mumbling always came up during this song. they speculated my lover physically hurt me, when it was never physically. he always had a way with my heart, and no matter how much bad news he told me i always was there for him. it’s not like he abused me, oh no, never. it was just sad to see him go through so much that it even hurt me.

as i sang along, i slowly opened my eyes to gaze around the room. many men’s stares and some women smiling and talking. as my eyes roamed i spotted a familiar cowboy. my eyes widened slightly seeing him here, he said he wouldn’t be back for days… i pushed away that thought and lightly smiled at him, holding his gaze. the song ended, i thanked everyone for being there and went off the stage and left the band to play. claps and whistles erupted as i left the stage.

as i cleaned off my makeup, i felt a hand on my shoulder. i looked up in the mirror and smiled.

“you know, that makeup made you awfully pretty, darlin’.”

i giggled. i looked up at him and held the hand that was on my shoulder.

“you did pick it out, remember? 200 years ago…”

i spoke softly. his hard gaze softened lightly, brushing my hair with his hand. he pressed a kiss to my head and held me for a moment.

“you said you wouldn’t be back for days, what happened?”

“well, sweetheart, the guy just so happened to be traveling on his way to filly. speaking of filly…”

he reached in his pocket, rummaging for a moment. he pulled out a beautiful ring that looked oh so familiar. our engagement ring.

he held it out between his two fingers, his gaze all over his face. i sighed deeply, tears building up. he softly smiled, wiping the tears that did fall.

“i just so happened to find our engagement rings. the rings that had been stolen from us, oh so, long ago, darlin’.”

“thank you…”

i breathed out. i was so surprised he found them, the same rings that matched our eyes. they were very dear to us, my ring matched his eyes, and his matched mine. i let him slide the ring on my finger, i gazed at it before jumping to give him a hug. he stood still for a moment, slowly moving to encase me in his grasp.

“do you find me scary, sweetheart?”

“scary? my god, you’re divine…”

i pulled back slightly to look at him. my hands held his face. we both leaned in and encased ourselves in a kiss, a soft embrace.

[hearts-4-vicky]

ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ ✧

ahn yujin

warnings: angst , (might be shitty tho cuz ive never written angst b4..) swearing.., lots of dialogue holy shit they yap a lot, aouad au, major character death(s) , yujins a FUCKING loser, unrequited love kinda.., blood n other nasty stuff so bewareeee if you’re sensitive to that kind of stuff🫡

wc: 1.3k (woah)

hi m like sad rn so yeah yay mwah😘

“yujin”

“yn”

the two of you found yourselves star gazing on the rooftop, using it as an escape from the cruel reality you were living in

“do you think this will ever go back to normal?”

the girl paused, not wanting to demolish any sliver of hope you had left in your bruised body

“of course i do.. why? you doubting me?”

yujin playfully pouted at you, poking at your thigh

“huh? what- no. . I trust you”

an awkward silence developed between you two

“hey” yujin started

you looked towards her, waiting for her to continue

“m sorry bout earlier. . i didnt-“

you socked her in the arm.

“HOLY SHIT what the actual FUCK.”

the girl started to complain, though it fell upon deaf ears

“dude, i told ya it was okay. i shouldve made more attention”

leaning your head on the taller’s shoulder, you rubbed the spot where she was hit. you felt yujin stiffen at the lack of space between the two of you but you chose to ignore it

“ynnie.”

“yunjinniee”

“your ankle is getting worse..”

your gaze followed where her finger pointed at, there you noticed how swollen and discolored your ankle had gotten

“pfft- s whatever! ill jus walk it off-“

BANG!

both of you searched for where the commotion was, finding a few monsters had gotten to the rooftops entrance

yujin had to act fast, each time she struggled to make a decision could mean your death.

“fuck. yn can you walk?”

“uh- y-yeah. . i think”

yujin was too in her head to hear the last thing you said before she grabbed your arm and booked it to the other entrance, she slammed open the door, not thinking about the other zombies in the school

dragging you down the stairs, she watched as 3 more of those things saw the both of you

she froze.

“yn . . i-“

“GO!”

she heard a door slam open and felt the impact of the floor against her back

“ow- fuck. wait- yn?”

yujin watched as the door stayed open, your figure on the floor

“ynnie. . cmon! those things are getting closer!”

you crawled to the door while yujin got up to shut the door after you entered

pulling you to the corner of the classroom, you both began to catch your breath, grateful that this room was empty . .

a minute passed by before yujin looked at your disheveled form, feeling guilty once again

“hey- hey um.. im so so sorry this happened, god you have cuts on your face! fuck. if only-“

you put a finger to her lips.

“ stop rambling, i should be okay by tomorrow . .”

seeing the girls pout, you gave her a quick peck on the cheek

though it didnt help at all

“im in love with you.” she confessed

“what? are you serious?” you whispered, backing away from the girl

“oh. um yeah. . sorry the timing is so shitty..”

“you think so? oh my god yujin. i already told you we cant be together like this! plus, we nearly died out there what the fuck do you mean you’re in love with me?”

“m sorry really but i couldn’t help it. . i thought i shoulda told you cause what if we do die?”

“shut up.”

“okay. yes ma’am”

“ma’am?”

“ i meant yn. .”

you heard the girls voice break with each sentence, nearly making you cry but it would alert the monsters outside

minutes passed by. you only heard the screams of other students, before they were soon turned into just another shell of the person they once were

“y-yn” yujin whispered

“yujin. .”

“. . why cant you love me as much as i love you?”

“. . . you know i can't ans-“

“you say that every single time! please, just. . just say it.”

looking at the heartbroken girl tore you apart, if only this world hadnt changed so drastically, you could be happy with yujin

“ i want to be with you yujin. really, i do but . . you know im not here anymore.”

hearing that made the taller girl shiver. her vision getting more and more blurry with each second of silence between the two,

“oh. . r-right, fuck yeah you’re right”

she brought her knees to her chest, clinging onto them as if it were her dead lover, wanting to feel the warmth of anything in her arms,

“man. . this-this really fucking sucks”

yujins voice began to break due to her realization that you really were dead. she didnt save you. she couldn’t save you. how pathetic was that? the only person she cared about dead. dead, all because she didnt think quick enough.

“ i know . . though, please know im sorry for whats going to happen”

“huh?-“

BANG!

the girl’s eyes snapped to the classroom door, through the glass she saw the face of the one she cherished most, amongst the mahogany colored blood and drool . . yujin recognized that face, how could she not? she grew to love every ‘imperfection’ you thought you had. she always thought you were the most breathtaking woman she ever laid eyes on, no flaw could ever lessen the amount of love yujin had for you

but she had failed you. she promised to keep you safe, with every part of her soul. it didnt seem to be enough . . since you here were, lunging at yujin with no thought in your head.

the remnant of sanity you had was gone, as the husk of the person you once were started clawing at yujins torso

she felt every bone in her body break into brittle pieces, making yujin open her eyes

as she gazed into your bloodshot eyes she wondered how things would’ve went if she pulled you into the room quicker.

each passing second was like hell, struggling to breathe as you had broken through her skin

coughing up the crimson liquid was loud enough to alert the other monsters to yujins location,

wanting to look at her lover’s face for the last time, she noticed a small tear slide down your dirtied face

yujin wiped it away just before a hoard of zombies decided to help finish her off

at least the both of you would be together, right?

.

.

.

a group of survivors discovered the classroom yujin had passed in, they found a letter dedicated to you

“𝓣𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓨𝓷

𝓔𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓘 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓪𝓯𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓮. 𝓔𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓭𝓪𝔂 . . 𝓘 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓵 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓶. 𝓘 𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓭, 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓯𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻. 𝓘’𝓶 𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓭 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮. . 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓹𝓲𝓭, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔂𝓷. 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓿𝓮𝔂. 𝓘’𝓶 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓪 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵 𝓪𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼. . 𝓘 𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 ��𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓽, 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶. 𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝔀𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓼𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻, 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓮𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷. 𝓨𝓷, 𝓘 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓵𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽, 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵.

𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼,

𝓐𝓱𝓷 𝓨𝓾𝓳𝓲𝓷.”

pls don burn me at the stake cuz i wrote. rhrisd😞🙏

anyways.. stay safe n i love you guys so so much

- vicky 💋

[pouringmyheartoutforpaper]

heyy i have a request for the steve x dove universe bcos it’s literally my favourite thing atm

could u possibly do something like where their at a party and someone tries something on reader and they’re really pushy about it even though she keeps saying no. obvs steve cannot have anyone touching or upsetting his sweetest girl so gets the guy to go away. while steve is dealing with the guy maybe reader starts having a panic attack because that guy had really scared her and robin tries to comfort her but obvs the only person capable of that is steve. when steve’s done w the guy he notices how distressed reader is and just comforts her, holds her and just FLUFF.

i got this idea because i noticed how protective of r steve is and i thought this would be a good example of it😍😍🩷🩷🩷🩷

sorry it took a few days ! also this is not proofread because it is three am so my apologies.

warning! this contains depictions of harassment and a panic attack. if this is not something you feel like you can read right now, please please click away. there is no shame in setting boundaries with yourself. there are lots of other stories. please be safe <3

the lights in the house were an array of purples and blues. robin’s friend threw a party, and robin insisted that dove and steve both come so she wouldnt be alone. dove dances as much as she can, but after about an hour she ends up crashing into steves chest. theyre leaned against the wall, and steves hands are covering her ears from the loud music.

“stevie, gonna go get some water. ill be right back.”

he expected her to stay in his line of vision, and by the time she disappeared around the corner into the kitchen, he was in panic mode. the party housed a few unsavory characters, and his dove’s shyness could lead to disaster.

in the kitchen dove had asked the hostess where the water resided, and she had kindly gotten her a glass of water, making sure to fill it in front of her so she knew it wasnt tampered with.

unfortunately, the hostess was called away, and a man around five to ten years older than dove entered the kitchen. she offered a small smile, and he took that as an invitation in his drunken state.

“hey pretty thing” he slurred.

she ignored him, and tried to exit the room, only for him to grab her hand.

“where y’ goin? you don’t want to hang out with me, baby? if you didn’t want the attention you shouldve picked a different dress.”

she ripped her hand away, and she knew the only way to get him to back off would be to mention steve. men like this respect women not as people, but as property.

“i have a boyfriend. hes looking for me.”

“not very hard, he left you here with me.”

in the distance she see steves head of hair frantically searching the house for the kitchen, and as the man kept babbling about nonsense and trying to grab her waist, she yelled his name.

his head shot to where he heard her voice, catching her eye instantly.

“help,” she mouthed.

dove had never seen a man move so quickly in her life. it seemed a second before steve stood tall between them. he held her behind him, and dove knew that he would have to be scary. she closed her eyes and gripped onto his arm.

after many words were spoken, mostly from steve, the other man merely slurred nonsense. he pushed the stranger into the shelves behind him before escorting dove out of the room.

“it’s okay, it’s okay, i’m here, i’ve got you, we’re gonna go home,” he whispered assuringly as he guided her out of the crowded room, trying to ignore the urge to go back and hurt the stranger, knowing it would scare her more. he was plagued with guilt and fear. guilt that he had let her out of his sight. the sobs come from his dove quickly. he helps her into the back seat of his car and locks the doors.

“hey, hey, look at me, youre okay, tell me what happened” he said, his voice shaking.

“nothing,” she says breathlessly, “nothing bad- just-“ her breathing becomes panicked, and the words arent forming. she had told him about her panic attacks before, but he had never seen her experience one. luckily he had done research.

“panic attack” she forced out between short breaths. the air couldnt reach her lungs, at least it felt like it couldnt. steve was panicking, trying to regulate her breathing. trying to soothe while also digging through his center console for an inhaler.

“hey, look at me, try to take a deep breath with me. i know, i know its hard, i just need you to try.” he said, taking her hand and placing it on his chest, breathing in a long breath and watching her struggle to do the same. but after three breaths she was calm enough that steve could help her with the inhaler.

once her breath returned to her, she buried her face into his chest, apologizing profusely.

“you dont need to be sorry. you did nothing wrong.” he repeated the phrase like a mantra while he rocked her back and forth.

she looked up at him. “i love you”

“i love you too. so much. you feel better?”

“yeah i- he was just being scary and he kept- grabbing me and he wouldn’t let me pass. i- it just- it freaked me out.”

“im so sorry honey. are you hurt? i shouldve went after you.” he whispered.

“no! you didnt do anything wrong. im not hurt, just got scared.”

“yeah? how about i take us home and we can order food, maybe watch a movie or something? and then we can talk about it tomorrow morning if you want to.”

“yes please”

[blackbeautifulqueen]

Imagine dating the undertaker as a shy black girl

Ok so ngl the first time you and the undertaker meet you were afraid to say the very least

You saw him and was just kinda like yeah… nah im good and speed walked the other way

Somehow or another you ended up bumping into one another- needless to say it wasnt a good day for you

Mark had been having a bad day so when you walked up not paying attention to where you were going and accidentally spilling some of your drink on him he wasn't happy- so much in fact he proceeded to yell…

Well- it wasnt a complete yell.. But thats not what it felt like

“What the hell are you doing?! You ever watch where the hell you're going!?” he exclaimed 

And almost immediately Mark felt bad when the tears weld up in your eyes as you profusely apologized to him saying how sorry you were and looked around soon enough to just drop your head.

He didnt really know why he felt bad at the time. He just did so he took a deep breath and walked away from you.

Ever since then you made sure to stay away from him and never to be caught like that again

Fate however had other plans and soon enough you were yet again looking at Mark-or well his shoes

“Im sorry” He grumbled taking you by surprise 

“Huh?” You asked looking up confused

“I was havin a tough day when ya spilled your drink on me. Shouldve never taken it out on you though ” He said looking into you eyes

“Wanna make it up to you” He said and you looked back down

“I can take ya out to get somethin to eat sometime” He said and you looked up at him and stared for a second not understanding why exactly he’d want to take you out

“Yeah-Sure” You said

“Give me your phone” He said and you did as you were told

“Good girl” he said as he put in his number and then walked off… Good girl?

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All of this happened on a Monday and now it was Thrusday and you were with your friends out for brunch.

“Yeah but ion know… I think he might of played me a little bit” I said and almost immediately get a ding from my phone

xxx-xxx-xxxx: You free today or tomorrow?

Huh? You question to yourself

Y/N: Whos this

Xxx-xxx-xxxx: Taker

Y/N: Ohhhhh sorry! I'm free tomorrow.

Taker: What time

Y/N: All day

Taker: Ill pick you up at 3. Dress nice.

I looked back up at the girls and they were all staring confused at me

“I guess I didn't get played” I smiled and laughed slightly looking back down at my phone

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It was 1:30 when I decided to get my happy ass in the shower I didnt want to be late when Taker came.

At around 2:05 I was out the shower and was doing my makeup which took around 40 minutes

^The dress 

Taker: Im outside

When Taker got out the car to open your door he was dressed nice in a black button-down shirt, some black slacks and his hair was in a ponytail. It was simple but you liked it. He stared at you just for some time and you looked down.

“You look great” He said

“Thank you” you said as he opened your door

He was playing Lauryn Hill When it hurts so bad. I looked at the stereo and then at him and smiled. I LOVED this song.

“What” He questioned

“Nothing… I just love Lauryn Hill” I said looking down at the middle console for a second and then looking back at him

“Im shocked you know about her” I said

“Is it really that shocking? I have it on good authority that I'm older than you” He said

“I mean yeah but- ion know its just… nevermind” I said 

“Nah go ahead” He said not in a rude way just in an encouraging way like he actually cared for what I had to say

“A lot of white people don't really know about this kinda music or like it so-or at least where I grew up. And to know that you listen to it is crazy to me.” I said

“And where did you grow up?” He asked

“North Carolina” I said  “Whered you grow up I hear a bit of an accent” I questioned him

He chucked a little bit before saying Texas.

“What part?” I asked

“Huston darling” he said giving me a smirk

“Like Beyonce” I said looking at him with a smile

“Yes like Beyonce” he said

“... What's your real name id feel bad if I called you taker this whole time” I ask

“Mark” He said staring into my eyes. Im not quite sure why but it made me smile

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At the restaurant, Mark had pulled out my chair. As we sat down and talked for a few the waiter came by. 

“Good afternoon. I'm your waiter for tonight Tyler. Can I start you off with some drinks” He said as Mark looked at me

“Um, can I have water please?” I asked and looked down as Mark ordered.

I looked at Mark and we talked about our values and what we hold dear and somehow it got onto the topic of our childhood.

“I'll take it you were a daddy's girl” He asked and we both laughed

“I mean pretty much. He never said no to me-even now if I ask him something he never really says no” I smile

“What are you a mamas boy?” i asked him

“Hell yeah i am” i laughed

“My dad was a mamas boy so my mom used to call him bamb standing for big ass mamas boy” I smiled

Then we got onto the topic of kids

“Do you want kids?” I asked and he laughed

“I wasn't really planning on telling you this today was thinking of telling you on the second date but I do have kids” He said and my eyes slightly lit up

“OMG really” I asked and he looked at me and nodded

“How many?”

“2. 1 boy 1 girl” He said and I asked for their names

“Gunner and Gracie” He said

“I think I know the answer to this but I'll ask anyway do you want kids?” He asked

“Yeah” I smiled

“How many?”

“I don't know I grew up in a big house so I want a big family… Maybe 4 or 5 kids” I smiled

“Got any names?” He asked looking at me

“I do but first we need to pause cause anytime I bring up the names I wanna name my kids people give me hell. So don't laugh” I joked

“Scouts honor” he said

“I want twin girls and I really wanna name them Juneiper and Jackie. Then I want 2 sons and I wanna name one of them Coltrane and then I wanna name the other one Sage or Imani.” I said

“I like those names as for the Sage or Imani, I like Imani” He said and I laughed at him

“What you plan on being there or sum??” I asked jokingly

“Actually as a matter a fact a do darlin” He said

“Oh really now!? Is you gon marry me?” I asked with a smile

“I just might have to” He said

“How many kids would you have then?” I asked him

“6” He said

_______________________________________________________

*10 Years later*

“Mark” I poked at him

“What?” He grumbled

“I have a question” I said

“Shoot” He groaned

“When we first started dating and I gave you my number why'd it take so long for you to text me back?” I asked tracing his tattoos with my finger.

“Well, I thought you hated me but one day I was with the boys and they were talking about how after I asked you out you were talking to Booker and how you said you found me attractive but were scared of me. That didn't really get me going until I thought why not prove im not a dick ya know.”

“Where you scared” i teased him

“A little i knew you where a girl with pretty high standers from looking at you so i really didn't wanna fuck up” he said

“Nah you did perfect I think” I smiled and kissed him

[pigeonpeach]

The Marionette’s Affections

Summary: Ballet dancer x sandrone! implied fem reader! This is rushed because I’m sleepy but i didn’t want this to rot in my drafts

You are a talented Ballet dancer, known for your grace and elegance. You move quickly but precisely. Each step is calculated carefully, you move as if every move is choreographed and been practiced for centuries. So when the Marionette sent a letter requesting you to be a model for her latest puppets you were quite confused. Your peers encouraged you accept, her temper is notorious. Although famous as you are, your fame will not shield you from the harbinger if she feels disgruntled.

Perhaps you shouldve just faked your death though. You were escorted to her workshop. Taken through winding hallways and doors, stairs and more until you stopped in a giant room. Its so neatly organized that its early. The walls hang the arms of ruin guards and puppets alike. Disembodied parts of all sort of puppets are displayed as you finally meet her. She sits in the palm of a puppet, her expression is cold as she seems already annoyed at how long you took.

“You finally arrived. I thought you had stood me up.” She says. You nervously apologize as you quickly prepare to dance. You change your shoes, binding them diligently and discarding yur jacket. The underling who escorted you is rudely told to leave.

You are used to stage fright, you are used to the eyes of thousands and thousands. You have performed before harbingers before. Pantalone being fond of your shows. Signora as well. But Sandrone’s stare is so intimidating. You take a deep breath as you go through the routine she asked you to perform. Without music it feels awkward. Your footsteps are louder than ever, echoing as she watches like a hawk. Her eyes never leave your legs. You know she’s just observing you. But she raises her hand signaling you to stop.

“You’re shaking.” She says. “Are you cold?” Her voice is no more polite than before. You nod and apologize. She snaps her fingers as another hulking puppet appears and scatters elsewhere. It comes back with a heater as it positions several around your impromptu stage. She then looks to you. “Better?” You nod then continue where you left off.

You can’t help but struggle a bit. In a theatre you only feel their presence and awareness. If a individual glares at you its easily lost in the moment and movements of the dance. But her gaze remains prominent. You play the music in your head to distract yourself. But suddenly you feel your foot slip as you collide with the ground. You hear the puppet she sits on come closer.

“You’re nervous. I can tell. Is there something menacing about me?” She asks. You stammer, trying to find some excuse to not offend her. “There’s no need to lie. I’ve never heard you were this clumsy. This floor is not slippery at all. I make sure of it so my puppets don’t skid.” She stands up as she walks to you. “I even wore my best dress today, I wanted to seem more pleasant.”

“Its just… your gaze is.. a bit much.” You say nervously. You hesitate to stand up as she looks down on you. “In a empty room with one person and no music.. its a bit jarring for me. I’ve never had audience with a harbinger like this before. Its not that you’re hideous or anything my lord its ju-“ she grabs your face and forces you to meet her eyes.

“You know, its hard not to.” She says. A slight smile graces her lips so slight that it hardly looks different from her normal expression. “Your movements are entrancing. I wonder if I could even capture them at all. Rigid metal and joints… your body truly is a beautiful sight.” Her words surprise you. Pink dusting your cheeks.

“W-what.” You say

“You have a nice body? Has no one told you such?” She says sternly. “From the top. And don’t disappoint me.” She sits back into the palm of her puppet as she adjusts her seat. You take a second to breathe, you stand up and dust yourself.

Your next dance is more successful. She doesn’t stop you midway through as you focus entirely on the movements and dance. You push all thoughts as you do your best. When you finish she responds with a resounding clap.

“Very good very good. I knew you could do it.” She says. Somehow that praise pulls a string in your head. You can’t help but be amazed at how genuine she seems now. “You’re dismissed for now. I’ll contact you soon for another appointment. But now I must get back to work.” You bow politely.

“Thank you miss.” You say, your heart racing. She seems pleased. You gather your things and change into your winter garb. The whole time she watches you.

“Hopefully I’ll have some free time soon. I’d like to see you perform. When is your next performance?” She says.

“O-oh. Next month there is a performance. The 12th.” You say trying to maintain your composure.

“Perfect. I’ll reserve that date for you.” She says with a smile.

[doctordiscocalling]

New Helluva Boss episode thoughts from a Certified Stolitz Hater!!!

SPOILERS BELOW !!!!

Yeah it was pretty good.

Ill probably watch some review and realize i have more problems with this episode than i noticed or realized, but for now i think it was just. Good. Not mid, but not excellent either.

Vassago (thats his name, right?? Idk how to spell it, oh well) is probably now OFFICIALLY my fav minor character. His design is bright and pleasant to look at, his VC was killing it, and i believe hes meant to be Brazilian? Which.. dude. I LOVE the representation of languages and implied races of characters like Valentino in the show, and it never feels forced. Props to the Helluva team for that one.

Now. Ignoring all of what Stolas has done to Blitzø already - eliminating the context of their relationship thus far… Stolas sacrificing himself is actually very sweet. He gives up his status, power, and protection to save the one he loves. Im not exactly thrilled that hes given up his daughter in favor of Blitzø AGAIN however. Give my girl a break, dude.

And how she was FULLY READY TO RUN OUT THE DOOR TO GO HELP HIM OR SEE HIM if it wasnt for Stella manipulating her - that just makes me even more mad. Stolas might SAY he cares about people like Octavia and Blitzø, but his actions just about never convey the same thing.

Now… WITH the context of Stolas’ continued mistakes, manipulation, selfishness, and pushy creepiness in his relationship with Blitzø throughout the series… fuck off, man. Actually leave me alone forever.

I felt like Stolas sacrificing himself for Blitzø is now erasing every awful thing hes done to him throughout the series. Its a trope i think ive observed before - “you treated me like shit before, and we had all kinda of hard problems that i shouldve moved on from, and become a better person without you around, but you saved my life!! Lets get married and pretend none of that ever happened because of a new toxic ‘romantic’ concept - a life debt!!!”

And dont get me wrong - life debts can be done VERY well. But you need a skilled enough writer who can easily enough cut through tropes to do it right. No offense, as the writing in this show is amazing, but the Helluva writers. Well. They cant exactly subvert expectations, especially when it comes to tropes.

However, im not going to judge and throw around Stolas for being depressed at the end of the episode. Hes lost the only life hes ever known, and cant see his daughter for Lucifer knows how long. Hes allowed to soak in the bathtub for a while.

BUT!! Seeing how gentle Blitzø was with Stolas at the end of the episode - helping him bathe off the rotten food, kissing his cheek when he falls asleep, just generally being so romantic and physically affectionate with him - it made my stomach churn. This ship can’t work UNLESS you ignore everything that’s happened before in the series, which is exactly where i think the Helluva writers are taking it, unfortunately.

Call me pessimistic, but i just really stopped liking the show as much when the OG concept was put on the back burner in favor of some genuinely toxic 2015 top and bottom stereotype ship. Like. If i showed you the first two episodes of this show, and then i told you the shit-fetish cheating owl bird and the shithead lovable scamp IMP boss very genuinely and seriously got together, you would be concerned at least.

Anyway, fuck Stolas, Blitzø should illegally adopt Octavia so her and Loona can be honorary sisters, and they blow the owl up and frolic through the daisies and get their happy ending and Millie and Moxxie get double married and everyone except most of the Goectia (idk how to spell that shit) get shot by Striker.

Have a lovely day, and thank you for reading this far :]

[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99 okay. Last part of the actual story. After this if there are any fics of rosastar or ellali etc. That come from me. They're canon

The Prophecy is Fulfilled

"So... what now?" Clarissa asked as she walked up to Mia, wrapping her in a side hug. "We... live our lives I'm assuming..." Carol stated with a small smile. "Does anyone have access to a pen and paper?" She asked, a hopeful gleam in her eye. Ella smiled. "Come on. Let's go back home," she stated, taking Eli's hand and walking away, everyone except alistar following. Ella stopped, looking back. Alistar looked at them, not sure if he should follow or not. Elias walked over to him, holding out his hand to shake. With hesitation, Alistar shook his hand slowly before Eli pulled him to walk with the group. "I still don't like you," Eli stated. "That's fine with me," Alistar smiled, happy to not be alone.

........ "Carolyn?" A voice spoke. It had been 3 weeks since the event and Carol had written to someone from her home island. She turned around, a smile on her face. "Eathan!" She exclaimed running up to him and hugging him. "I..... your parents said you died," Eathan stated. "I did... come. We have much to speak about," Carol insisted as she took his arm with hers and led her through the halls of Ella's castle. Alistar stared at the giant family portrait on the wall, containing Ella, Eli, their kids, and their friend. Along with Alistar himself in the corner with a small smile. "You're really very handsome in my painting," Rosalyn spoke as she stood next to Alistar. He looked at her with a blush. "Uh.... Thank you.... youre.. a wonderful artist," Alistar replied, turning back to the painting. "Thank you! It's easy when you have a good looking reference~" Rosa flirted. Alistar hesitated before turning to her. "Wpuld you like to join me for dinner?" He asked. "Would you like to join him forever?" Mia called as she walked passed the two down the hallway. Alistar blushed, and Rosa giggled. "Dinner would be great," she smiled. Alistar blushed and the two turned back to the painting. Deena sat in her room, her arms around her sister as she cried. "It was my fault," Deena sobbed. "No! No no, Dee... it was never your fault!" Aggie replied as she held her little sister. "It was.... I never shouldve-" Aggie cut her off with a hush. "Deena... It wasn't your fault. And I'm back now. That's all that matters....." Aggie stated before looking at her sister. "Remember the song?" She asked. Deena nodded. "Remember how I told you when you were little that if you sang it, I would always be near?" Aggue asked again. Deena nodded. "My heart is pierced by Cupid~ I disdain all glittering gold! There is nothing can console me... But my jolly sailor bold~" Aggie sang, Deena joining in.

....... Ella watched her kids play in the field, Elias sitting next to her. "Thank you for trusting me," Ella stated, out of the blue. "Thank you for being trustworthy," Elias replied. Silence for a moment. "Did you hear that Eve has a new girlfriend?" Ella asked. "I did. She's stated she will be introducing us later at dinner," Elias replied. "Good," Ella sighed, contentedly. And just like that. Everything was right the way it should be.