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ohdeerfully · 9 months ago

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hii! i just read everything you've posted and am obsessed. can you possibly write an alastor x fallen angel!reader? i would just love to see the interactions! -🐈‍⬛ anon

HIII 🐈‍⬛ im sorry this took one hundred thousand days to write. but at least its fairly long!!!!!! 4k words

honestly i cant imagine alastor warming up to an angel very quickly, like he would probably haaate reader for a long time before being like "actually u know what <3"

though that being said this can definitely be read as a platonic story since theres no romance (though maybe ill write a romantic fallen!reader someday)

anyway hope u enjoy!! mwah!

Welcome to Hell

alastor x reader TW: heavy descriptions of gore WITH the reader, reader is heavily wounded, alastors a dick, cursing obviously, thats it i think join my discord!

PLS READ: im putting the story immediately under a read more because it jumps really quickly into gore, so if ur uncomfy with that please dont read on!

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“Hey, bitch,” A dangerously whispered voice spoke in your ear after you shooed away a small demon, sending all the warning bells in your body ringing. You stood and braced yourself to run, but—

The sensation of bone and arteries being savagely torn from your shoulder blades sent flaming, white hot pain through your body, setting every nerve ablaze and prompting a scream of agony through your lips. Your throat quickly became sore with the intensity of your cries as you crumpled over yourself, tightening your arms around yourself in a useless attempt at comforting the pain away.

Knife-like sensations rolled through your body, leaving you struggling to catch your breath and see through tears. You lifted your gaze from your trembling, bloody-gold hand onto the two who stood above you, one looking down with a twisted smirk and the other a disgusted sneer. The man still held your ripped wings between his claws. You could barely hear the ambience of terrified screaming that surrounded you through the heartbeat in your ears.

“Angels like you sicken me,” Lute said, chin tilted up in superiority. “You don’t even deserve that title.” She brought a foot up and then down onto your shoulder, shoving you onto your chest. The movement made you scream as another flash of pain ignited in your back. You balled your hands into fists, pulling them against your chest as you pressed your forehead against the hot ground, trying to catch your breath once again.

You sat, hunched, for what felt like hours. Maybe it was hours, as when you finally came to your senses the atmosphere was eerily silent. Adam and Lute were long gone. You only heard the faint noise of cannibalistic demons tearing apart bodies, and the occasional rustle of trash or paper being thrown in the wind across a deserted street. The recognition made you sit up—oh, shit, too fast. Your vision practically vanished as your head became light. You tried to catch yourself with your hands before you fell backwards, but considering the nature of your wound; ripped flesh directly over your shoulder blades… your elbows buckled at the intense sting.

I’m so fucking stupid, you cursed yourself as you contemplated your situation, deciding that it would be better to not try to stand up and walk around right now. Honestly, you’d be surprised if bloodloss didn’t kill you, considering the glistening puddle that had formed around you. You had managed to slowly scoot into a somewhat secluded corner and rested your head against the brick wall. Uncomfortable, but all things considered… it might as well be a five star hotel bed to you. Your eyes shut.

“Come on—...never know-”

“If you think— unpredictable—”

The two things you noticed when you came to were a broken conversation and an uncomfortable prickling sensation on your skin. You struggled to crack open your eyes, dried blood nearly pasting your left eye together. When you finally managed, you still had trouble focusing.

Two blurry, tall demons stood in front of you. Despite the fact they were demons, it felt considerably less imposing than the two that were in front of you earlier that day—was it still the same day? Still, you were on high alert and grabbed for where you thought you had left your weapon. You palmed at empty concrete. You cursed both at the lack of your tool for self defense and at the fact the two noticed you were now conscious.

“I do hope you don’t mind,” An amused bark of laughter erupted from the taller of the two, which forced your gaze back towards them. “We confiscated your little prong for our safety.” You blinked rapidly, squinting slightly till you could finally focus your eyes and actually get a good look at them. Surely enough, your trusty spear was held tightly between red claws.

To your right was an oddly friendly looking girl with blond hair and the reddest cheeks you had ever seen, who stood with a slight bend at the hip and hands on her knees as she peered down at you. Her brows were turned up and furrowed with what you guessed was worry, although the thought was shocking considering… the circumstances, you mused gravely when another rush of throbbing pain coursed through your body, reminding you of the giant wound on your back. You hadn’t noticed yourself wince, but the woman in front of you did, what with the way her hand shot forward as if wanting to help you. She paused, unsure.

You turned your head to the voice, taking in the demon next to her. He was just a bit taller, and incredibly… red. Red coat, red hair, red eyes… a little excessive, maybe—though, it didn’t really matter what you thought of his fashion choices, because the overwhelming and ominous feeling of dread ensnared your thoughts. He bent at the hip in a similar manner to the girl next to him, though the movement seemed somehow much less natural. The ever-present radio noise in the air increased in volume as his face inched closer. Meeting his gaze seemed to cause your mind to fill with a buzzing emptiness, prickling your entire being and causing your skin to tickle with goosebumps. Although you’ve never met him before, you knew by aura alone the power he held, especially over you in this situation. It was frankly obvious that he knew, too, for he stood with practiced leisure, leaning his weight onto his cane with one hand as he fidgeted curiously with your spear in the other. You immediately switched your gaze towards the friendlier of the two, who still seemed to be fighting a mental war, her still outstretched hand twitching as she considered her next move.

With a brief, sideways look towards her companion, she smiled gently and outstretched her hand in your direction. You eyed it suspiciously, gaze flicking between her and her hand. She had to have ulterior motives, right? Maybe she was just leading you somewhere where you could be finished off. Or something. Adam always insisted that the demons were far to “fucking stupid” to know how to hurt, let alone kill an angel, but that doesn’t mean they wouldn’t resort to various strange experiments and tests. They were demons, after all. In Hell.

Though, you had to admit to yourself with a sigh, at this point, I’m not any different than them. You figured “fallen angel” could even be a worse title than demon, because how horrible of a being do you have to be to fall from holy stature? Was saving the life of a demon, a child, at that, so evil?

It wasn’t worth thinking about, you decided. You were here. In Hell. Fuck.

You raised an embarrassingly trembling hand and cautiously received her own, and fought yourself to keep from ripping away as her slender fingers wrapped over yours. You were watching her movements sharply, nearly flinching when her black manicured nails glinted as they caught a light. Even still, her expression regarded you with so much undeserved compassion, a softness in the subtle curve of her eye, that you let your shoulders relax. She pulled you gingerly to your feet, and caught you against her steady shoulder when you nearly fell.

“I’m Charlie, by the way,” She said. Although she seemed hesitant earlier, every minute that passed seemed to confirm some unknown idea in her head as she slowly grew more vibrant and excited. Even still, she remained otherwise calm and gentle, her body holding strong to support nearly your full weight. She shot a look at the other demon.

“Oh! I apologize for my manners,” You weren’t even lookin at him—his voice alone sent a weird feeling down your back. You turned to look. “Alastor! A pleasure to meet you my dear, quite a pleasure!”

You finally turned to look, and noticed he didn’t hold his hand out, but rather the blunt end of your spear. When you reached to grab it, maybe to yank it away from him—not that you had any intention of fighting back at this point—you found that he still held a vice-like grip to it. When your fingers closed around the stick, he merely shook it, as if the weapon was an extension of his own hand. You weren’t really sure whether or not to take it as an insult.

Charlie seemed indifferent to Alastor’s antics, and you started a bit when she seemed unable to control herself any longer, and began blabbering about some hotel and some plan she had. She spoke with such a furious speed that you wondered if anybody could decode her words. She paused, suddenly, to take in a long breath, but the other demon interrupted her before she could begin again.

“Charlie, while I love watching you try so desperately, I’m not sure beings of their ilk are fit for your idea.”

Ilk? Sure, you understood him holding caution to your presence, considering you were an angel, but come on! Circumstances have changed for you! You opened your mouth, planning to make some retort (that you had not yet planned out) but Charlie quickly beat you to it.

“No! Alastor, come on, I know they’re… was one of them, but that gives them all the more reason to want to follow my plan… right..?” She looked down at you, where you still leaned heavily on her shoulder as the three of you slowly walked down the street. You honestly weren’t sure what they were talking about—you barely managed to catch a single word she rattled about earlier. You gave a weak shrug and a nod, just to be agreeable.

Alastor only gave a dismissive ‘hmm’ in return, and picked up his pace to walk in front of Charlie and you. In fact, he kept his pace and just continued walking away, down the sidewalk, around a corner, and gone. Personally, you didn’t mind. The air was noticeably lighter without his presence.

Charlie sighed in defeat, but didn’t mention it. She seemed accustomed to his behavior. You silently expressed your sorrows for her; even if he was nicer than he appeared, which you doubted heavily, he was likely still an exhausting guy to be around.

The walk was long and unbearably painful for you, each labored step sending pulses of sore pain through your body, and your back occasionally exploding in needles that would halt you in your tracks. Charlie was incredibly patient, and you couldn’t even begin to word how thankful you were for her. Being one of two demons you had encountered since falling, you began wondering what else was in store for you down here for what you assumed may be the rest of your eternity.

You didn’t have long to ponder, as it seemed enough time passed since the extermination for demons to start their usual routines. And man, what routines they had. If you weren’t in imminent danger, you would find the scene almost comically chaotic. There were projectiles smashing through windows, sending shards everywhere, and fires erupting from said windows. Your eye caught the glinting of weapons in the hands of various demons, which some were… actively using to stab another demon. And, of course, when bodies fell there were at least two pit-eyed cannibalistic creatures that would descend on the corpse like starved dogs. You clung close to Charlie, who seemed unnervingly calm in the situation. Surprisingly, even with the lack of a weapon or any means of self-defense, nothing came at you.

Seeming to sense your unease, she looked at you with a calming smile. “Charming, huh?” She joked lightly. She grimaced slightly at the sound of a scream being cut short by a loud bang. “It’s not usually… this bad. They’re just worked up after extermination. That’s when the crazies hit.”

Yeah, you silently mocked. Yeah, starting fires and murdering people is being ‘worked up.’ Cool. You only nodded in response, not really finding anything nice to say. And, honestly, anything you said would probably seem hypocritical given the fact you were an exterminator mere hours ago. Luckily for you, she seemed content enough at that. She started to talk again about where she was taking you, a bit slower this time, obviously half focused on keeping you supported.

“So, my Hotel kind of just started, and Alastor is in the process of making a commercial to get some attention. I think he said it would be done today.”

You nodded wordlessly. Part of you felt a little guilty, not having much to say despite Charlie’s efforts to welcome you and take care of you, especially compared to her constant rambling. She didn’t seem to notice, though.

She re-explained her whole idea, undeniably proud of her plan. Sinners working on themselves to get redeemed? To leave Hell and climb those glittering steps to Heaven?

Absolutely unheard of.

Maybe it was your internal biases talking, but you could not imagine the possibility. If it was possible, why hadn’t somebody showed up at the gates from Hell before? You held back a roll of your eyes, feigning support and interest to the best of your ability.

After an achingly long journey, you finally reached the stone path that led to a rather plain, but tall building. It looked sleek and well built, but you couldn’t help but notice the tacky blinking lightbulbs that formed arrow shapes towards the entrance and the huge, spelled out name of the hotel.

Hazbin Hotel.

You stifled a laugh as you looked up at the signage.

“Well! We’re here!” Charlie announced, brandishing her arm forward and sweeping it in a ‘viola’ motion. Your eyes traveled over the expanse of the property, noticing how many windows lined every wall. Were there that many demons here?

You were answered nearly immediately when Charlie opened the door to the hotel and you found yourself in a nearly empty lobby. It was kind of sad, honestly. There was a cat-like bartender and a long-limbed pink demon splayed across the couch, but other than that…

The demon next to you scratched the back of her head, and gave you a light smile. She jerked her head towards the door as if inviting you, but to be fair you didn’t really have any choice but to go wherever she led you.

“Ooh, fresh meat,” The pink-ish demon with a striped top shot upright, eyeing you wryly with a cocked brow. He stood and took long strides forward, one pair of arms on his hips and the other crossed under his rather… voluptuous chest.

“Eyes up here, toots,” He snapped a finger, but when you met his eyes you could tell he was all jokes. You gave him a tight smile in response.

You heard the sound of quick steps and an already aggravated looking face appeared from the upper level, quickly descending the steps. You felt an ice-cold feeling of familiarity when you saw a gray-skinned, white haired angel—or, well, fallen angel at this point—stop in front of you. She apparently felt a similar feeling, though her response was much more rapidly aggressive. With a narrowed eye and tense shoulders, she manifested an angelic spear and held it at the ready. You tried to remove yourself from Charlie’s hold, desperate to be able to defend yourself even in your sorry state, but her protective grip held you fast against herself. You struggled only for a moment, but the exhaustion coursing through every vein stopped you. Man was she strong.

“What is someone like them doing here,” The other questioned in a hiss, her lips curled in a sneer. She eyed you up and down suspiciously, likely analyzing your capacity of harming anybody in the room. Admittedly you couldn’t blame her caution.

When your lips parted, planning to shoot an accusatory in retort, the tip of her spear shot to your lips, effectively shutting you up. There was a look in her eye, behind the rage and caution, that you somehow recognized as a silent plea. A plea for what? To stay quiet? Not state the obvious recognition you two shared? Did the others somehow not know she was an angel? Whatever it was, you obliged and swallowed a lump in your throat.

“Vaggie, please,” Charlie spoke in a tumble, rushing her free hand to press the point of ‘Vaggie’s weapon away from your face. “She’s practically one of us now. Don’t go threatening my new guests every time they walk through the door! We can’t scare them away…”

“Angels aren’t guests Charlie,” Vaggie’s voice seemed strained as she held pinched fingers on the bridge of her nose. “We literally just had an extermination.”

“I know,” Charlie pressed, the tone of her voice conveying some sort of desperate ‘just go with it and calm down.’ “But… obviously she was an outcast, unwanted by Heaven. Just like us, right?”

You furrowed your brows and looked at her through the corner of your eye, but decided not to fight for your dignity. She wasn’t even wrong.

Vaggie seemed easily defeated by Charlie’s words, yielding quickly to her words and putting her spear away. You briefly wondered where your own was. Charlie gave Vaggie a thankful smile, a light kiss on the cheek—to which the angel blushed—and led you carefully into a nearby room.

It seemed to be some type of medical room, and Charlie quickly got to work dragging a warm rag over the dried blood that left streaks down your skin. You grabbed her wrist, and she looked up at you, a little confused.

“I can wash myself, I’m not that useless,” You argued, using your other hand to pull at the rag.

“But, you can barely—”

“Charlie,” You said, more stern than you meant to, which you immediately regretted after the taken aback expression on her face. Considering you barely spoke a word since meeting her, it was no wonder she seemed surprised at your sudden brash tone. You tried to speak more gently. “Please, just let me wash myself off. I’ll need your help dressing my wounds, anyway, it’s the least I could do.”

She pondered for a moment, but nodded, smiled, and left you to it. She left the room with a quick ‘call me when you’re’ done, closing the door with a gentle click. You sighed, finally enjoying a moment of privacy. You looked at yourself in the mirror, a sick feeling churning in your stomach.

It was still you, staring back, but it somehow at the same time wasn’t. Golden streaks tainted your gray skin, crusts of blood still grabbing at the corners of your eye and matting your hair. You briefly brushed a hand through the strands, but promptly gave up after your fingers caught on multiple knots. You’d have to wash it out.

For now you focused on just wiping the blood and grime off of your skin, especially around the wounds. You were incredibly tender when you reached your back, elbow bent awkwardly over your face as you tried to reach the marred flesh. You tried positioning your arm under your armpit, hoping for a better angle, but it was still no use. Even when you managed to get close to the wound, every touch sent stinging pain down your back. On top of all that, you could barely see where you were dragging the damp cloth, neck struggling to crane enough to look in the mirror.

The door opened suddenly, and with it a sense of impending doom and static sensations encased you. You froze, eyes darting towards the entrance. Even though you knew exactly who would stand there, you still couldn’t help the sick surprise that twisted your gut.

Alastor stood in the entrance, eyes half open and brows raised as he examined you bent in so many awkward ways.

“How’s our new vulture doing,” He asked suddenly, eyes lighting up in an overly cheerful manner. He entered the room without much invitation, circling you. You felt like prey being stalked and toyed with by a wolf. Your eyes diligently followed until he took up a spot behind you. “Charlie got caught up in something, so she asked me to help you.”

You watched him in the mirror as he looked down at the torn flesh of your back, his long, clawed finger tapping at his chin while his other hand thrummed against the head of his cane.

“A ghastly sight you are,” He commented, meeting your gaze in the mirror. His hand pointed down at your back. “That wound of yours is rather unpleasant, too.”

You frowned and opened your mouth to shoot something back, though you didn’t know if you wanted to throw curses or insults back at him. Any words you may have said died on your tongue as the look in his eyes darkened, and his smile curled impossibly higher, more sinister.

He leaned down, positioning his head just next to yours, still meeting your eyes in the mirror. Every inch of proximity caused the prickling on your skin to increase, and the static in your ears to grow louder.

“Let’s patch you up, then!” He straightened himself out, walking towards a cabinet and quickly grabbing various tools from different shelves. “While I’m not in the business of playing doctor to someone like you, I can’t deny the Princess.” His voice seemed all too cheery for the rude words he spoke, and that smile on his face never faltered. You briefly thought about him referring to Charlie as “princess,” but quickly dismissed it. You’d think about it later—right now, you had to be ready to make a run for it in case that feeling of doom that loomed over you came to fruition.

Alastor approached you again with a small tray of medical supplies, and pulled thin gloves over his hands with a brief snap, saying something about the importance of being sanitary, but part of you wondered if he was just making more jabs at you regarding his disdain for angels.

Surprisingly he seemed to know what he was doing, working quickly with different types of wipes and stitches and gauze. He was being rougher than likely necessary, pretending to accidentally poke a claw into your open wound and pressing his tools far too firm against your sore skin. You bore it with gritted teeth and narrowed eyes, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of putting you through a miserably painful half hour.

After it was finally over you drew out a long sigh and watched as he discarded the gloves and washed his hands. And washed his hands. And washed his hands. And… still he’s washing his hands. You began to wish you counted the seconds.

He turned to you after finally finishing up, shaking water off his hands. He didn’t seem to recognize that he was flicking droplets directly on you. If you weren’t in such a weak state and absolutely terrified of him, you probably would’ve made some effort to stop him, but now… you opted to let him get away with it. For now.

“Now, if that’s all…” He turned, waving a hand at you dismissively. “I’d prefer you keep out of my business from here on.”

No fucking problem, you agreed to yourself. He didn’t even have to ask. You couldn’t imagine bearing to be around him unless absolutely necessary. Though, in an effort to maintain pleasantries…

“Thanks, though,” You called, not trying to hide the hint of dislike in your tone. Your words made him stop, hand just barely hovering over the knob to the door. After a brief moment, his head turned slightly, just enough for him to look at you out of the corner of his eye.

Although it was brief, you saw a glint of what you assumed was malice in his eye as his lips twitched and curled, momentarily revealing the black of his gums. His face quickly returned to his regular facade of cheer. He opened the door, not saying anything in return, and quickly took his leave, slamming the door behind him.

You drug your hands down your eyes, looking at yourself once again in the mirror. Cleaner now, but still rough. You thought deeply about what your future here would be like, especially around Alastor. If he was truly Charlie’s right-hand-man, you doubted avoiding him would be easy, despite how desperately you wanted to.

Yeah. This is Hell.

#ohdeerfully #🐈‍⬛#alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor x you #charlie morningstar #alastor x reader platonic #platonic x reader #cutely adds one million tags #gore #tw: gore

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fauustic · 2 years ago

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crimson staining the cement

i needed to get this out of my system before i sleep ... i have so many thoughts of a very in love but obsessed/possessive miguel who is just too jealous and overprotective but is still a sweetheart.

im still taking requests so please do feed my imagination

gender-nonconforming reader x miguel “spider-man 2099″ o’hara drabble

warnings: depictions of violence, poessiveness, overprotection in the term of obsession. jealousy. blood, biting. definitely something i haven't wrote about a lot.

Miguel knew that underneath his constant need for your affection and reassurance, he was a jealous, jealous man.

Beyond his stoic expression conveyed to anyone other than you, the moment another individual other than him made advances towards you his jaw would tense and his talons instinctively unsheathe into his palms. His mind blanks at the idea of someone invading the space that only he is allowed to occupy.

It's not like he feels as if he owns you, his anxiety and worries stem from feeling as if you are too out of reach for him, on a whole different dimension because you were human and lively, everything he was not. Miguel O'Hara, a shell of who he was once before, viewed himself as something grossly supernatural and devoid. In his mind, your companionship was a necessity for him to live. He's never felt more alive than with you, and now that he's had a taste of what he's been missing he can't seem to detach his fangs from you, his prey caught by the neck.

So when he's pushing his way through a crowd of scientific elitists and spots some prick practically hovering over you with a sneer, an absolutely primal rage floods his vision and the only thing he can think about is you and ripping the rich pervert limb from limb. And Miguel truly was contemplating the idea until your anxious scouting finally pinpointed him, in which he assumed you excused yourself with haste because of how quickly you departed from the prick before pushing through the crowd to reach his embrace.

Miguel hated settings such as this, being dragged to go to social gatherings due to his position at his job, but the only reason he dragged himself to come was because of you. You urged him to try and do the things he hated, pressed him to experience new things. And he allowed it, with the only condition that you had to be strung along with. With a smile, you always more than happily agreed.

Yet everytime the two of you arrived at a fancy getup, someone stupid enough to bother you had to interrupt your happiness. Which ultimately ruined his contentment.

Miguel was never mad at you, could never bring himself to hurt you unless it was the marks he made with loving bites and harsh kisses.

But he was not below hurting someone to make a statement. And when someone got hurt, they had to be silenced because then they knew too much.

It never bothered Miguel much to dispose of those who hurt you, who sunk their blunt nails into your flesh and made you nauseated from their unwanted creepy flattery. He was just doing what he needed to do, protecting his responsibility. Get rid of the problem, no?

As his fists met the sickening crunch of cartilage and bone, the street lights painted his figure into a canvas filled with glistening crimson. It was a gruesome masterpiece, he thought. Like a spider trapping a fly, poking its tendrils against its food like a toy.

When his instincts overdrive his rationality, he doesn't think of himself as Miguel O'Hara anymore. He was simply the predator that crafted his genetics, the spider that altered his being.

The tear of skin as talons claw into the marred flesh of another elitist scum, who just hours before had the audacity to belittle what you wore in Miguel's earshot, calling you unsavory things such as a "whore, or slut." He had been itching all night to get his hands on the pathetic lump of a man, yet when his red-clouded gaze fell upon the mess against his crisp, standard black suit vest tailored around a white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows.

Wiping the blood splatter off his cheek with a swipe of his arm, Miguel spat on what was left of the man who viewed you, and probably many others, as an object of desire and nothing more. It made him sick.

He'd clean up before arriving to your flat, a place where he found himself most comfortable within. Without you, his own home felt frigid. A mirror of who he was, which he hated the idea of being alone in.

So when you felt your boyfriend's arms wrap around your hips in the softness of your duvet, you were blissfully unaware of just what he was doing earlier that night. His fangs sunk into your unexposed shoulder, a purr vibrating against the bite as fuzziness soothed his haunting thoughts.

It was common for him to sink his teeth into you as a form of relief after long days, your body growing used to the intrusion.

"Love you so much, my darling." You murmured into your pillow, mind foggy with sleep as he unlatched himself from you just to bury himself in your chest. His nails scratched your back, tracing stars and circles mindlessly as he purred.

"Love you so much more, mi vida." His grip on you tightened subtly, "would do anything for you and more."

You simply giggled in response to his declaration, calling him a big teddy bear, before brushing your fingers in his soft curls. Giving him a sweet peck on his lips and one last lingering kiss to the nose, the two of you drifted to sleep with nothing on your mind but one another.

#miguel o'hara #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #x gender neutral reader #x reader

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targetslovelyworld · 1 year ago

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Stampy’s Lovely World Dashboard simulator

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Random word of the day: Frogs!!!

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🎄 hollyjollypolly Follow

Only 342 days until Christmas!

🥔 bubblingconcoction Follow

Halloween is better

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I disagree with that personally.

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You can’t disagree with me I’m right

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This your house?

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WHAT

🧜‍♀️ lovelovepetalz Follow

Oomfies fighting on the tl again

#its funny though #reblog # // not flowers

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Who put Stampy Cat in charge of the weather I feel like I’m going to get heat stroke just stepping outside

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its not that serious bro

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It hasn’t rained in 4 years what the fuck do you mean its not that serious

🧸 longshot-btg Follow

that sounds like a you problem

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When I get my hands on those dogs I will exile you

#its gonna happen #his dogs WILL be mine #just you wait and see

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new hit the target plan leak hes going to steal the dogs by taping a photo of stampy cat onto his head with the hopes that the helpers wont catch on

#he would be stupid enough to try to pull this off

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i think i botched the recipe this potion isnt kicking in

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Nobody decided that Stampy should get to rule over everyone. The fact that so many of you people are complacent in his regime is sickening to me.

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im henry i am a snow golem and i like snowball fights and playing in the snow :D

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#what

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Random word of the day… BERRY

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Making a cake with my favorite helpers! Such a lovely morning.

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Your days are numbered.

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Not much of a threat coming from you, Mr. “I spent thirteen years consistently failing to take one guy’s dogs and now I’m salty about it”

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Not much of an insult coming from you, Mr. “I don’t let anyone else speak except for me because I’m self-obsessed and don’t care what others have to say in the slightest”

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This is why your wife left you.

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Go fuck yourself

#imagine being so desperate to win an argument that you drop the veeva card #that should be an indicator that your argument fucking sucks #bringing up a lads divorce as a gotcha moment #how typical of a brainwashed helper

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No.

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Go to hell William

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Who is this “William” you speak of? I am very clearly is-veeva-dash-dead-yet

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Two can play at that game.

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No.

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Wow! Unprovoked, Veeva!

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If I have my way I’ll be posting the word yes tomorrow

#and nobody will miss you

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#stampys lovely world #stampy's lovely world #stampy cat #hit the target #fizzy elephant #polly reindeer #stampylongnose #stampylonghead #william beaver #stampy #veeva dash

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lemmetreatya · 2 years ago

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movie director!onyankopon isnt much of a man who welcomes the limelight with open arms. he loves his career, don’t get him wrong, but he will always prefer behind the camera as opposed to in front of it.

you on the other hand, loved the cameras. the flashing lights, the throat splitting screams, the pure gluttonous feeling of simply being worshipped. it was all very comfortable with you and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

even better, because movie director!onyankopon loved to worship you — whether it be squeezing and massaging at your flesh during prem nights or whether his hand be hooked right under your thighs during interviews. the way his eyes lit up and his billion watts smile appeared whenever the interviewer spoke about you or how he never failed to sing your saccharine praises. movie director!onyankopon was obsessed with you in such a healthy and loving way that it was almost sickening.

“ony…”

moans of his name were so easy falling off of your lips. even whilst kissing him with reverent fervour and your back cold against the front doors to your house, it was still his name you ought to call.

movie director!onyankopon slides the both of you across the wall of his hallway. needy boy didn’t even want to allow you to get inside properly and ditch your clothes. he was just too, too eager for you.

“you looked so good out there tonight. fuck, ive been waiting so long to just consume you”

movie director!onyankopon gathers you from your ass as he lifts you up with ease, his strong build showing as he’s able to plonk you down onto the waist lengthed drawer within the hallway that was lined with prized awards.

oscars, tonys and grammys — didnt matter! swipped to the side as movie director!onyankopon is in a hurry to have a taste at you. worship you the best way he knows.

“sorry, ive just got to have you.”

“like id ever tell you no.”

movie director!onyankopon tugs your dress upwards but its a struggle. the material made it hug your body so perfectly that the practicality of removing it was tailored to be done from the top, but movie director!onyankopon didn’t have time for that! eventually he got your dress to pool just below your stomach but your panties are in the way and he’s just too impatient to go over this again.

“fuck it…” he mumbles as he crouches down onto his knees and only slips your panties to the side, his fingers taking no liberties as he delves two fingers straight in.

in the process, you lean your head back in pleasure. however, unaware but within that bliss, your head accidentally collides with movie director!onyankopon prized possession — andy warhol’s original chanel no. 4 painting.

movie director!onyankopon hears the crack of the canvas caving in and he knows he’s going to be so pissed about that in the morning but it doesn’t fucking matter. right now he has the closest thing to a god to needs attending to.

“oh my god! ony, im so sorry!”

you try writhing your body round to see the damage but movie director!onyankopon is hooking you in place with his free arm.

“dont worry ‘bout it.” he mumbles, face already between your legs. “ive got way more important things to worry about right now.”

if you had any other objections then they weren’t voiced. the addition of movie director!onyankopon’s mouth suckling at your clit while his fingers pumped long and thick inside of you made you quickly forget the issue at hand.

“shit, shit, shiiiit.”

with your hands coercing the back of his head further between your thighs, you couldn’t help but sinfully smile at how nice it felt to be worshipped. how nice it felt to have someone prove their words in practice. how nice it felt to feel like a deity.

#onyankopon smut #onyankopon aot #onyankopon x black reader #onyankopon x reader #onyankopon #aot imagines #aot x black reader #aot imagine #aot headcanons #aot x you #attack on titan

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whyse7vn · 1 year ago

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AUR MY GAWDDDDD TWO POSTS !!!!!??? ITS 2AM AN D IM TRYING SO HARD TO CONTROL MY LAUGHTER 😭😭 U MADE MY NIGHT FR 🔥🔥

them shaming joon for shaving.... PLEKFMEJD his hair his choice 🥺✊ jk being so down bad & endearingly stupid..... oh i need him SO BAD actually!

yoongi tae gonna kiss one of these days enemies to lovers 💓💓 and tae practically on his knees begging shaking crying throwing up just for y/n to reply with His Birthdate FUCKEHFHHE

also namkook's response in 'not ur bf' is SO REAL LIKE THATS EXACTKY HOW I IMAGINED THEIRS WOULD BE BEFORE I EVEN READ THEIR PART ‼️ JIN'S WAS CRAZYYYY H EHEJNF SAYING THEY HAVE A WHOLE FUCKING KID PLSSSS 😭😭😭😭

anyway!!! IM GLAD UR BACK I HOPE U FEEL WAY BETTER ^__^ TAKE GOOD CARE OF URSELF MWA

- rm's bald head / whyse7vn lvr 😘

HEHEHHEHE YOU ALWAYS MAKE DAY YOU MAKE ME BLUSH SOSOSOS HARD

i’m telling you joon will go insane one of these days they need to leave that poor man ALONE. need me someone as obsessed with me as jk is with y/n tbh i’ll eat him

AND IM SAYING YOONGI AND TAE NEED TO KISS IT OUT OR SOMETHING DAMN. tae just so down bad it’s sickening stand up tae stand up!!!!!

IM SO GLAD LMAO i love that people are enjoying the silly little personalities i’ve given the boys and can tell how each member would respond genuinely sososo happy that you guys are into this as much as i am

THANK YOU SO MUCH MY LOVE I DEFINITELY DO LOVE YOU ALWAYS KISS KISS HUG HUG

#love u to the moon and back no joke

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wanderingsoul · 7 months ago

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one more writing prompt

convinced myself that the reel that i saw last night talking about the importance of writing down what you're looking for in a partner would actually be the one that would attract the love of my life. only to open my notebook to find an incredibly similar prompt i had written a response to less than 2 months ago. defeating.

i have historically always been the single friend in my friend groups. throughout high school, college, my career etc. and this has honestly never bothered me, i'd have flings or shorter term boyfriends i could talk about so that it didn't seem like i couldn't date somebody, just that i didn't want to. whenever people would ask if i was dating anyone i'd say something along the lines of "i like being single and don't want to date anyone" or "too many boyfriends to count!"

until recently i was the only single person when i went bowling with 4 other couples. and hey, i wanted to die. the embarrassment of not having a person to make little inside jokes with, or personally compete against, or hug when you did well.... sickening. and i think it was amplified by the fact that i was grouped with two newer couples, so they were especially gross and obsessed with each other.

i am getting to a stage of my life, at the ancient age of 25 where i truly just want to fall in love. i want to be in love, i want to feel loved, i want the whole thing. but i am having a really hard time accepting that desire because i have no control over that. i can't seem to hack the idea that i want something that i have no control over. everything else that i want is achievable to me in some way. i make goals that are realistic in my life and i'm not typically a dreamer. and falling in love feels much more like a dream than a goal.

i understand on some level that i do have some control, obviously i get to choose who i date or pursue, but i can't make people fall in love with me, no matter how hard i want them to. having situationships and flings and always feeling like if they truly got to know me i could make them fall in love. maybe if i changed parts of myself or only showed them certain sides they would fall in love. if i abandon all my needs and bend to their every desire, maybe then they'll love me.

but they won't. no matter what i do, that love would never feel right or be sustained in any meaningful way. if i do not show up authentically i will never find genuine love. that has been part of the difficulty of accepting that i have a desire i myself cannot fill, it feels inauthentic to my nature-being hyper-independent and having no needs. accepting the desire for love means that i am lacking something, which feels like weakness.

feeling a lot of loneliness and weakness lately, struggling between accepting the bread crumbs of attention and desire i feel from my situationships starting over completely with someone new. im having a particularly hard time letting go of my current situation, even though i am not feeling fulfilled, appreciated or respected. just feels like i've gone backwards and im 21 again just desperately wanting someone to like me. really just embarrassing stuff. feeling powerless. his baggage outweighs mine and i get sucked into the back and forth of being with someone who has been hurt and hurts others. its toxic and i can't seem to end it. every time i try, he doesn't let me. says we have a genuine connection that's worth exploring but also "isn't looking for a relationship". but it strokes my ego and we fight and i come back. recently been trying this thing where i don't fight back and it feels like i am abandoning any and every single standard i have for what a partner does for me or how they make me feel. so that doesn't feel great, jury is still out on whether that feels worse than fighting about every little thing.

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mostlymalena · 10 months ago

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Tuesday March 26th 3:26pm

Hello I know I know it's been some time. lots of spelling errors coming your way. I have started carrying around a little notebook so I can write down snippets of things that have happened so I can remember to write about them later. here we go

lets start with Saturday night. The usual group goes out and grace comes since we were close to getting back together (more on that later). We meet up with my good friend Ava at BP. Earlier in the week she posted on her story a picture of me calling me her crush as a joke bc we fuck off a lot and are idiots (love). This bitch Belle who I have hated since the day I fucking met her which was well well over a year ago.

Okay wait context: when me and P were dating his brothers formed a cutie little band and they needed a singer and idk I guess belle was friends with one of them but she joined. She always gave me shady vibes and they were reassured by her being fucking weird with P's brother while she had a boyfriend. Me and P used to talk the biggest shit about her and her behavior so all in all she has always rubbed me the wrong way. Well when she found out P and I had broken up (we were still seeing each other mind you) this bitch went full fucking speed clinging to P's dick. Posting him and asking him to hangout just the two of them, buying him things yada yada. Of course I bitched about it to P and he just amped it up bc it made me jealous.

So I have just icky vibes about her and knew they would hook up once P and I finally stopped talking. What do you know, rumor has it they do and no one is surprised at fucking all. Thank god I'm past the point where that caught me up bc it was sickening to hear about. Now it gives me second hand embarrassment. I feel like the first rule of thumb when you have a rebound is to make sure they are at least even remotely on the same level as your ex.

Anyways Ava posted me and Belle's fucking SISTER slide up going on about how I'm crazy and broke into P's house (no lmao just no) and yada yada. I wanna know if they all have so much to say why do you avoid bluepost so damn much??? yap yap yap on the internet and in my friends dm's and all ups and down town but cannot say shit to my face? Typical.

Can someone please let this 2 by 4 with eyes know that I am not a threat to her relationship with an AI generated line cook with 0 passion or excitement about anything that would extend past algebra and chess. Like please. Im so stupid to think everything was chiller. Legit thought everything was fine I was like like oh we both moving on that chill there is no bad blood lmao. WRONG> WREONG WRONG MALENA.

Also to me there is something about being with a man who is only not still fucking with his ex bc SHE moved on first. That just does not sit right with me. P came back from his trip ready to revamp whatever we had before he left and if I hadn't moved on (thankfully) while he was gone then we would still be swimming in the same circle. Whatever girl he has now or next or whatever he got going on that is not my business has got her work cut out for her. Lord have mercy.

I was really okay about it all but now I just feel like frustrated bc I do not understand why it matters much anymore. Miss me or dont but thats on you. Somedays I'm nostolgic about it somedays im not but im also never afraid to own up to my feelings or behavior. Im confused why men fuck with me and are obsessed with me bc im "different" "weird" "crazy" and "love that you dont act nonchalant" but when they cross me and I still behave that way THEN its a problem?

Mistakes are made when men think they are the exception and they never are nor will be ever again lmao.

I have soccer practice now so I'll have to write more later in the evening.

#march 2024 #life

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cjjohansson · 3 years ago

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YOU'RE IT FOR ME

SUMMARY ; you and Natasha argue over your mission gone wrong.

supersolider!reader x natasha romanoff

angst/fluff.

fighting/blood/injury/swearing word count;3.4k - this is my first ever attempt at writing anything. im so sorry if its terrible.

As always Steve woke you up at stupid oclock in the morning to brief you on a quick unexpected intel mission. He told you the base you were being sent to has not long been abandoned and if anyone was there, to eliminate the threat like you always do. Lucky for you, you had super-solider serum running through your veins so this mission was simple and easy for you to complete alone. You only had to retrieve some files on HYDRA creating another super-solider serum.

However Natasha wasn’t too happy about you being woken up so early meaning she had to wake up to a cold bed and you were nowhere to be seen throughout the whole compound. She looked around for you everywhere only to end up running quite literally into Steve, he obviously knew who she was looking for and finally spoke up, “Oh, if you're looking for Y/N, they went on a quick mission.”

“What do you mean a ‘quick mission’, they would have come to say bye?” Natasha responded suspiciously due to the fact that you would never leave without saying bye or giving her a quick peck on her lips regardless of how long the mission would take.

“A quick intel mission, the only person I could see who had potential in succeeding was them. Woke them up 3 hours ago, they should be back within 2. They’re fine Natasha, you don't need to worry.” Steve thought to quickly remind her that you were more than capable than going on a mission alone and that you certainly didn't need to be worried about, you’re a super-solider for god sake.

“OK, just next time notify me too when they’re going so I'm not walking around looking.” Natasha walked away straight after that proceeding to the training room to blow off some steam about the fact that you didn’t say bye.

Meanwhile

you had got to the base a little over 2 hours ago, and when Steve told you this base was abandoned you had no idea why you actually decided to believe him. The base was in fact NOT abandoned and within the first 10 minutes of you slowly making your way to the base from the quinjet you was swarmed with at least 10 HYDRA agents. You worked as quickly as you could taking out the threats left right and centre with your guns and some quite literally being thrown straight into some trees. You managed to get the agents down in record time, you was quite impressed with yourself to say the least but you knew you should call for backup, you reached for your comms only to be met with a sickening buzzing sound surrounding your ear drums, you threw your ear piece onto the floor and just continued towards the base. At the end of the day you still had a mission to complete after all.

You finally made your way into the base to see that maybe Steve was right about one thing: the base itself was abandoned but the surroundings were not. “Idiot” you thought to yourself about Steve sending you on a mission with not all accurate information.

You’re making your way through the base using your enhanced hearing for anything that doesn't sound right, guess it's somewhat of your lucky day when you hear nothing so you continue your path down the long narrow corridor to finally reach the head scientists room to gather the files about HYDRAs own knowledge on developing a new form of super-solider serum. You always wondered why people had an obsession with powered and enhanced people but at the same time you understood why. You just wished yours wasn't forced on to you and that you were given a choice but you were soon to be one of HYDRAs secret weapons, but when the Avengers found you, you had just been injected with the serum. The Avengers were infiltrating HYDRA bases when Lokis scepter had been stolen, they found you just in time and took you in straight away.

Plugging in the usb drive to transfer all data, the transfer popping up onto the screen telling you that it would take 10 minutes, “Easy enough.” that's what you had thought until you could hear footsteps coming from down the corridor. Quite heavy, long strides, possibly over 6ft tall, only one person, even better. You made your way to hide behind the door so when it opened you could attack right away, but that never came. Instead a metal arm came crashing through the wall you were standing up against grabbing you by the throat and throwing you half way down the corridor, it took you a moment for you to try and stand up but by the time you was about to stand a fist was already being swung towards your face, keeping you locked on the floor below him. You knew this soldier was like you, you could feel it but you also knew that you might not get out of this fight easily, they were much stronger. That face looked familiar, the blurring of your vision from the hits making it harder to properly see but you knew it was familiar. The beating continued with left and right hooks being thrown against your face, the blood rushing out of new cuts across your face, your busted lip and most likely broken nose. You couldn't give up. You knew that for sure. You managed to find the strength to start dodging the punches coming right at you but you knew you needed to get that drive and get going quickly. Rolling out from underneath the soldier as they went to drive their metal arm straight into your face you grabbed your gun and shot the soldier in the stomach and sprinted back to the room to collect the usb and get going, you knew it was the only way to run rather than end up dying here alone. You finally reached the doors of the base to continue your sprint when you heard that sound of a bullet coming straight out of a gun, it buried itself right into the back of your left leg but you had to keep moving, the blood gushing from your face and now from your leg reminded you to definitely tell Steve to “fuck off” when he comes into your room before the suns even up again. Continuing the sprint, you started to only imagine one thing. That Natasha was going to have your head when you got back to the compound.

You could see the quinjet right in front of you and you had never been so happy to see one so much in your life but just as you was to step one foot onto the jet another two shots were heard behind you, you KNEW this soldier wasn't going to give up and you definitely knew they would keep up with you. The bullets finally lodged themselves into your body, one straight into your right leg and the other straight into your lower back coming out through your stomach. This wasn't good. You were just about on the jet pulling yourself up as the option to stand wasn't even an option anymore, telling FRIDAY to close the hatch and get in the air and back to the compound as quickly as it could and make sure to have medical on stand by as you land. Moving yourself to try and sit in one of the chairs holding pressure to your gunshot wound in your stomach, you heard a familiar voice ring through the speakers of the jet.

“Y/N come in, do you copy?” Natasha. Just as you go to open your mouth to reply your vision starts to blur and all that you manage to croke out are inaudible slurs, until your vision completely goes black.

To say Natasha was pissed off at Steve and you was an understatement. Oh if looks could kill Steve would already be 6 foot under. They stood on the landing pad waiting for the quinjet to arrive back at the compound but what they were expecting was not what they finally saw when the door to the quinjet opened. There you laid on the floor, choking on the air and laying in a puddle of your own blood, paler than anything they had ever seen. Before Steve and Natasha could even make it to the quinjet fully, the medical team were rushing in and putting you on a stretcher taking you straight into surgery. Natasha didn’t even make a move she stood there completely lost with that imagine in her head, but as soon as a doctor shouted you had no pulse it was like she was snapped back into reality her body was on flight mode, she made the move to try and run to you as quickly as possible but Steve had already grabbed her round the waist and was holding back against her vicious punches and kicks shouting at him to ‘let her go or he will regret it’. The sounds of Natashas shouting soon caught the ears of some of the other Avengers, running outside one by one came Wanda, Bucky and Sam. Confused by the commotion until they finally heard the sobs of Natasha in Steve's arms and the puddle of blood in the quinjet, they instantly knew this was about you.

Natasha had been pacing around the waiting room for 2 hours now, everyone telling her, you're ok and the surgery will be over with soon. But they didn't know if you were ok and when the surgery would be over they just wanted Natasha to sit down and stop pacing. Just as Natasha finally took a seat a doctor walked straight in front of them staring at Natasha.

“Are they alive?” Natashas voice coming out weak filled the waiting room, the anxiety from the question entering everyone's mind to know the truth.

“Yes”

They all finally let out a breath none of them knew they were holding. Natasha finally looks down and letting some more silent tears roll down her cheeks, she looks up at the doctor.

“Can I see them?” no one has ever heard Natasha sound so weak and vulnerable, they all knew yous were together, yous never kept it a secret openly flirting in front of everyone and you making it very clear who Natasha was to you at parties when you'd go up to her at the bar and put your arms around her waist and start slowly kissing her neck no matter who she was involved in a conversation with. But no one had ever seen this side of your relationship, the hard side of worrying and panicking when one of you was injured or on a mission. The vulnerable side and lets just say you and Natasha were not ones to let people see you both so small and fragile.

Following the doctor into another room there you laid on the bed your stomach wrapped tightly and also your legs, the bruising on your face a nice bright purple. Your skin had slowly started to have more colour in and Natasha had never been so relieved. She made her way over slowly towards your bed afraid any type of sound would wake you up. She wanted you to rest, but part of her wanted to shout and scream at you for not calling for backup or even just turning around and coming back home. Turns out she wasn't as quiet as the sound of the chair moving wakes you up from your sleep.

The bright lights make you hiss and groan. You make your way to sit up thinking it was all a dream, that is until you feel two sets of hands on each side of your body pushing you down.

“Lay back down y/n, you're hurt.” Natasha, there it is again that sweet voice you've spent months waking up too, but it's different. It sounds broken like she has been crying and is about too again at any given moment. Opening your eyes was a struggle but you finally got there. In the room stood Steve, Wanda, Sam and Bucky and sat next to you ever so gently holding your hand is your Natasha. You go to turn towards Natasha but Bucky catches your eye, everyone sees the hesitance in whether or not you want to finally speak.

“He looked like you.” that's all you manage to choke out before Nat is passing you a cup of water to drink slowly. Everyone starts to look around confused straight from you back to Bucky. Until you finally speak up again.

“The guy that attacked me at the base, thanks Steve by the way maybe next time send two people instead of one into an ‘abandoned’ base, yeah abandoned my arse.” Everyone smiles at your sarcasm but quickly pushes that to the side to ask the question everyone is so desperate to know.

“Babe,what do you mean by he looked like Bucky?” ah, Natashas voice, you simply turned and smiled at her squeezing her hand.

“Well like I said Talia, he looked exactly like Buck. Metal arm, red star. Long black hair. All the facial features are the same but not the eyes, they just looked black. Was hard to know for definite with the amount of punches I was receiving but if no one was to know Bucky like we do, then people would be sure that the Winter Soldier is alive and well.”

Bucky stood there dumbfounded not even knowing what to say or even think, everyone just looks confused at what you’re saying it makes no sense but then again yous are all in a room with three super-soliders, a witch, a highly trained ex-assassin and a guy that has robotic wings for christ sake.

“Ok i think we should all take a break give Nat and y/n some space ok? Come on guys, we can debrief you later y/n/n yeah?” Steves the one to speak up this time probably too confused and tired to have this conversation.

“I know what you're gonna say Tasha, and i'm not in the mood to hear it so can we leave the telling off until tomorrow? Ok, thanks means a lot.”

“No. we are talking about this now so it can be over with and we can move forward. Its simple really y/n/n youre a fucking idiot!” her voice starts to get louder as she continues her rant.

“You call for backup no matter the excuse you call for it or you get back on that jet and come back home no mission is worth more than your life you know that! Ugh, i’m so fucking angry at you for being so fucking reckless! You could have died? Why can't you see that? Just because you have that serum it doesn't make you invincible you know that but you've acted it! All of this for some files? How can you expect me to not be upset or angry? You’re my partner, and i love you more than anything but when you act like this it makes me think if you are even thinking about me when youre risking your life for some stupid usb.” she looks away as she continues to cry, your brain now trying to process all of these words but also all of these emotions. Wait, did she just say she loves you? You have been together for nearly a year now and neither of you had even said that yet, you both knew it but never dared to say it.

“You love me?” it's your turn to choke out now, you know you love her but one minute she is calling you reckless and an idiot then she is telling you she loves you?

“Of course i love you, you fucking idiot!”

“Ok, ok, still mad i got it” she slowly turns to glare at you this time but she sees your tears slowly rolling down your face and she instantly softens her glare. You take her hands into yours and you know you have to say it back because if you don't she is going to be even more mad than what she already is and one thing you don't want to deal with right now is a mad girlfriend because she is so scary.

“Hey Talia, listen ok? I love you too. I do, I really do. I'm sorry i was reckless, i should have come back but it was like my body was on auto mode and yes like you said that isn't an excuse i know that ok. I thought i'd be ok on my own and well clearly i wasn't as i’m in a hospital bed but i’m here. I know we both worry when we go on separate missions and I know you probably worried more because I didn't come and say goodbye but I was hoping to be back by the time you woke up. Steve said it was abandoned and when I got off the jet and started walking no one was there and then I was ambushed by some guards but I took them down with ease and there was no one else in sight, my comms went off and they were buzzing and I just carried on. I needed to do this mission baby, I needed to get this information about the serum so we can try and stop HYDRA creating more soldiers and putting them through pain. I’m sorry I've hurt you, I didn't mean to do that, I was just doing my job but I'll tell Steve for next time that if i’m to go on a solo mission that you need to be with me ok? No more solo missions, not just for me but for everyone. We need to be safe. Especially with another Winter Soldier walking around like he owns the place ok? I love you Natalia, I’m sorry.” you've already lowered your head at this point too embarrassed by telling her we all need to be safe and that you love her.

You feel one of her hands move from yours, you think she is gonna walk out but instead you feel the softness of her fingertips tracing the bruising on your cheekbones before you even have the chance to hiss at the tender touch her lips are pressed so intensely against yours. You've kissed many times before but this kiss, it's just so different it's as if she is trying to tell you exactly how much she loves you and how much she is happy you're here just by this kiss. You move your hand up to her face and slowly move it round to play with the hairs at the back of her neck, she hums and slowly stops kissing you. You didn't want that kiss to end and you groan in frustration and she chuckles at your little outburst, Nat leans her forehead against yours and finally lets out a breath. You're ok, she knows it now.

You both sit in comfortable silence for a while forehead to forehead until you feel a shooting pain in your stomach, you hiss in pain and move away to lie back down on your back. Natasha is up in an instant thinking she has hurt you but you're quick to calm her nerves.

“Baby it's ok, just some pain. Come and lay with me, please?” you pull your puppy dog face, a face you know she cannot resist. She simply smiles and makes her way back over to the bed as you shuffle over to make room for her. The next minute you're both lying and she is snuggled into your side, your hand drawing patterns on her back and her arm ever so carefully laying above your wrapped stomach.

You understood why she was mad at you, you put your life on the line and didn't think twice about how she would feel with the consequences. You hated yourself for that, you knew you'd feel the same if it was her laying here injured and not you but it wasn't.

The room was silent, a comfortable silence. One you and Natasha both could just relax too.

“When I said I love you y/n, I truly meant it. You're it for me” she moved her head off your chest to look into your eyes, her eyes held so much emotion and you knew right then and there again like you had known for the past year that you were going to marry this woman.

“And you're it for me Natalia Alianovna Romanoff. I love you Talia, forever and always.”

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natalia romanova #natalia romanoff #black widow x reader #marvel mcu #natasha romanoff imagine

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dark-rainbows · 3 years ago

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A/N: Okay so not me writing this dark mess rn, EDIT: its now the morning im jist finally finsishing this. This wasn't supposed to be like almost a full one shot but it turned out to be my bad I know it's probably really long to read right now and there may even be a few errors but ignore that and just read it for the dark content❤

Pairing: Jotaro x Reader

Warning: fucking abuse, obsession(???), abusive love (???), and other messed up stuff, mention of r/ape, dark stuff here

There was something about you that he couldnt resist. Jotao wasnt sure if it was your hair, the way you talked, the way you walked, maybe your smell? He wasnt sure what it was, but he surly did want to beat the living shit out of you for it.

With people he waned to fight or just beat up, he wouldnt stalk or follow them around, but with you it was different. Since he didnt ever go to class, he would just follow you around school seeing the places you would go and meet your friends and the places where would hang around at.

You two met eachother before but only briefly or accidently bumping into one a other through the halls. Those interactions only just got him riled up, he didnt hate you no..he just wanted to hurt you.

One day while you were at the library, further back away from the librarian desk, jotaro snuck in through the near exit window. He didnt want to be seen as he snuck his way through the library where he spotted you alone with moutains of book around you. Jotaro groaned at the sight of you, fuck..he was going to ruin you.

Just the thought of laying a hand on you got him was getting him hard, these sorts of thoughts never happened till you came into his life. He walked slow, making his way up towards you as you had your face deep into a book when he stood by you. You looked up as you noticed a giant shadow looming over you and the books, a smiled appeared on your lips as you instantly knew who it was.

His eyes staring deep into yours, fist clenched within his pockets and face expressionless.

"Hey Jotaro! What brings you her-" he didnt give you time to finish as his right had left his pocket and was already placed on you throat, his huge fingers tighten around your air ways making it hard for to speak. You panicked and immediately grabed at his wrist to released you.

Your chair fell over and your whole body was slammmed againt the bookcase, some falling and other shaking by the force. You choked and gasped as Jotaro brought you up higher off the floor. You felt a wave emotions come over, You didnt know what was happening.

Jotaro's other hand came onto the side of your stomach, lifting it up to where you can see your bra. Fuck, he was getting hard by the sight of you struggling in front of him. His fingers rubbed against your side feeling the warm to the touch and utter softness of it, you had alittle bit of fat which had him watering in the mouth. He was going to come in his school pants if he kept this up.

"P-pl-pleassse! D-don-dont hu-hu-hurt me", tears prickled from your eyes, daring to fall down your cheeks. You had no idea what was going on, you thought jotaro was cool and you two were on some form of good terms as he didnt mess with you or your friends. Why was he doing this?

He groaned and looked up at you. "Fuck, [Y/N]..can you be any more cuter right now?" His cheeks rising with a soft rose pink and eyes slightly dilated. He was getting high off his excitement with his mouth panting and him licking his lips.

Your eyes widen at the response, what the hell was happening? You swayed and kicked at the man hoping for him to let go or untighten his grip around your so you can make a run for it. You made mental prayers, hoping for whatever god was out there to save you out of this sickening nightmare.

Sadly, your prayers came to no one and jotaro had tighten his fist and just with one quick strike, his fist was in your side. Your bofy erupted with flaming pain feeling it crawl all over you, even tingling at your spinal cord as it stuck deep in your body. The force was so strong that even the bookcase behind you rocked a bit.

You tried to make a sound that was combined with a gasp but was cut short as Jotaro's hand was so tightly wrapped around your throat that it left you unable to speak. All you can do at the moment was just bite down on your lip, officially feeling your tears run down your face and your hands weaken on jotaro's wrist after the impact.

Jotaro's heart began to race faster, as he took a look at your wet face and was feeling even more infatuated by you, this never happened with him with anyone in his life; This was doing Something to his. He had a few more hits and maybe a Kick left for you before wanting to take you outside behind the the school building around the grassy parts and have you feel what he truly thinks of you.

Those plans was quickly cut short as sounds of footsteps we're coming close to where you two were located. It was probably the Liberian coming by to see what the noise was about. Jotaro looked at you, for some reason hoping to find an answer but only finding your face filled with fear and pain. He took a mental shot of your face so he can remember it for later.

He huffed out a quick 'see you around' before dropping you and walking out of area with his hands tucked back into his coat, before the the librarian could walk in.

You couldn't even speak but luckily breathe again with alot of coughing behind it. You couldnt even stand as the pain was going down your hip muscle and thigh. Tears still fell as the Liberian came to check on you only to find you crumbled on the floor, hand your throat and head down.

After being released from the nurse's office hours later, you walked over to your locker hand pressing down on a ice pack where jotaro had punched you. It would be weeks maybe a month fornthe pain to fully go away

You stop to find you locker filled with roses from the inside and out. Complete confusion Came Upon you as you came closer to it seeing that there was a note sticking out of the door, you grabbed it and thinking it was a friend who may have heard about the situation and opened it to read it.

It wrote,

'Im not the best with approaching people-'

You froze, the hours before were filling back to you as you knew who this was from.

'But, you been on my mind all semester and I wish I had done this alittle better, alittle more private-' your gut felt twisted and your head dizzy, at what he couldve done to you if you two were completely alone and not in the library.

'but Hopefully next time when we see eachother, down the hall, around the cafeteria, next to the workshop, or again in the library I can try and introduce myself more better. And maybe you can let me add afew more bruises on you'.

Signed, Jotaro Cujoh.

You dropped the letter and collapse to the hallway floor.

#jotaro cujoh #jotaro x you #jotaro x reader #jojo x reader #jojo #jjba #jojo bizarre adventure #yandere jotaro #rainbow writes

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seokmatthewz · 3 years ago

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hello i am here to interrogate u 🤭 (any non-nose people??) 👯‍♀️ (justb!!) 🌟 (atz to stay on brand)

non-nose peopleflkskfldslkffkld

🤭 tell you about a bias that came as a surprise

joke's on u he IS a nose person and he is also sunghoon when iland first aired i didnt like any of them even a little i cared so little even as someone whos obsessed w survival shows that i quit after 2 eps as it was airing but like as soon as it was rumoured tht two of the iland men were gna b in just b i figured i had to at least somewhat familiarize myself and out of left field i became obsessed w sunghoon its sickening idk how i got here KFSDKLFDLK i blame geonu and chuji and also limji for doing this to me and also the sport of figure skating as a whole

👯‍♀️ send w/ a group, and I’ll rant about a favorite friendship

gna give the most On Brand Iri Answer™ and say minminz theyre so silly and funny together kdlsldfs like the fact tht they both have the first name and that they act like tht w each other is hilarious chuji is perpetually deadset on making limji's life more difficult but also theyre attached at the hip its so cute fdlkkdls like every time they have to do something together it becomes slightly more chaotic like when chuji was also shit at roller skating but bc limji was Notably much worse he's spent the next few months just not letting it go and going as far as to post a PARODY VIDEO of limji talking abt how hes bad at roller skating like why r they built like that fkldskldfs and limji just handles it but its so funny when he tries to get back at chuji flkdsf they just have such a silly dynamic like annoying younger brother and long-suffering older brother im obsessed fdlksfk and also they both try to outdo one another at just random shit its so good i love them sm flkdsff

🌟 send w/ a group, and I’ll talk about my favorite era, concept, and/or album

say my name era!!!!!! its not my favourite concept but it's my favourite era as a whole and definitely my favourite ateez album of all time. desire remains to this day one of my three favourite ateez songs of all time i feel like it was just such a well-constructed album there's not a single miss on the thing and it was their second album ever which is so ??? insane to me like ateez already never miss but i find its so difficult to live up to expectations when ur debut album is SO solid but they went insanely hard with ep.2 like i still think abt it to this day like i remember listening to it on the way home from school and i was just so excited the whole time because it was FANTASTIC and it was everything i had wanted it to be....also my bias line was styled IMPECCABLY that era mingi's fake lip piercings wooyoung's thick eyeliner and the fluffy coat and jongho's burgundy hair styled up....every day i miss her....

kpop ask game!!

#small font bc i talk too much LFKDKSL #i have no like. coherent thoughts i just enjoy things LFKDLSK #minminz so dear to me theyre so weird w each other i always love tom and jerry friendships in kpop groups fkdlsldf #except theirs is like that but also we are besties when we arent fighting KLFDKLS #thank u for sending miss millie <3 #asks #millie

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nocturniicus · 4 years ago

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sneak peak~!

tw: yandere themes, mentions of murder, stalking, masturbation, nasty shit

a/n: i write yandere in its true form, sickening twisted obsession that has been warped by a longing mind into love :) though this is just a sneak peek, i dont hold back, im not one to romanticize yandere, never have been, so uh,, enjoy this little excerpt to get yall hooked ig

also yes i love writing for one (1) oikawa tooru

He had never been one to pay much attention to someone so... normal. He was a bright shining star, someone who glimmered with looks and smarts, and you, were the average person. So why did his eyes search for you in crowds, his ears listen for your voice, and his heart pound whenever you were close by.

Was this love? Was this the fated love that his mother used to tell him tales of, when he would find someone who he was destined to love for all eternity.

That must have been it, you two must be destined for each other. Tooru took destiny very seriously. So of course it'd only be reasonable for him to hate all of your friends, who dared take your attention away from him. Of course it's fine if he slams one of the boys flirting with you against a wall and threatens him before beating him within an inch of his life. Of course it's perfectly okay for him to follow you home, just to keep you safe, and take pictures of you while you sleep.

It's no problem if he steals an article of clothing or two, your lacy panties or a sock. Sneaking out of the window you never lock and back to his home. Pumping his cock to the smell of your panties and the idea of having you writhing beneath him, flushed cheeks and begging for him to touch you. The thought made him coat his stomach with thick cum. He wanted you so badly, it drove him mad.

You two were fated for one another, he was sure of it. It didn't matter how you hated him and longed for him to leave you alone. You would love him, of course you would.

It was destiny.

#tw yandere themes #tw murder #©️toykawaa #minors dni #um yeah so #hahahahahahahgshjdk yandere fic #i was thinking abt this all day #uh i hate how ppl romanticize it #so im gunna make it sick and disgusting #just like it should be #also?? a fanfic for once in my life #wrow

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boywivlove · 5 years ago

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| The Celestial Ones | 01

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x reader

Genre:Supernatural soulmates AU | Angst | Fluff | Smut

Summary : When you meet Jeon Jungkook its an instant connection between you both and you fall hard for him without really knowing him. And when strange things start happening around you, and Jungkook starts acting even stranger, you cant help but think about what hes hiding. What you discover about him, and about yourself throws you into a whole new world of supernatural creatures, magic and a fight for your survival. With Jungkook at the centre of the fight, but is he a friend, or has he been a foe all along?

Warnings : descriptions of violence, torture, blood and gore | some strong language | descriptions of smut |

Authors Note: finally, I FINALLYYY got this chapter out, Im hoping to make this a multi chapter fic so Id love to know what you guys think!! Enjoy!! (((ALL GIF CREDIT TO ORIGINAL MAKERS!)))

The weather had been horrid for the past week and a half, for the middle of August you'd expect there to still be glorious sunshine, not hours upon hours of heavy rain and dull grey skies.

It was a Wednesday morning as you made your way to your new job, your worn camo jacket did little to fend off the raindrops already starting to soak into your clothing. You had brought a spare change of clothes just in case, and seeing as you couldn't afford a new jacket right now, it was always the case.

The bookshop slash small coffee house you worked at was on the corner of the street, nestled nicely in between a florist and an old watch repair shop. It was a beautiful old building, the brown bricks and hanging baskets stood out between the different watches and floral arrangements on either side. The coffee shop part was located in the front of the shop, and the bookshelves were all stored along the walls and the rows upon rows of bookcases set up in the store.

The bell dinged above you as you opened the door and shook the rain off your umbrella, the heat from the radiators hitting you instantly, making your cheeks tingle as they adjusted to the change in temperature. you made your way to the back of the store where the staff room was located, greeting your boss on the way.

The shop was run by an odd guy to say the least, Min Yoongi, he was a strange one. He kept to himself and spent his time in the store room organising the inventory. He was quiet, usually looking sullen and brooding, but as you'd learned, that was just his `resting face` as he put it. He looked like he’d had enough of you, but he was kind to the bone. Kind, but just...down right odd.

While Yoongi was only a little older than you, you found he had somewhat of an obsession with reading. Now, as a bookstore owner that was understandable, but some of the books he read and collected were weird.

His office was just across from the staff room, and occasionally you'd get to peek in, seeing shelves and his desk full of old tattered looking books, He seemed to collect old biblical texts and books on the occult, demonic manuscripts and what not. To each there own right?

On the completely other side of the spectrum was the barista boy, Jung Hoseok. This guy was a bundle of sunshine. He greeted almost every customer who came in, and always had a cup of coffee waiting for you and Yoongi when you arrived. From what you’d heard from him, he met Yoongi when he was also down on his luck, and when Yoongi offered him a job, he immediately took it, and six years later he was still there, making coffee and serving smiles. And now here you where, the third addition to this odd family.

It was 8pm when you finally shut shop for the day, keying in the security code and locking the doors, you left the bookshop as the rain from the morning still hadn't gone away, making your way towards the bus stop, the liveliness of the streets died out the closer you got, the only bus you could catch home stopped quite a distance away from the busy high streets and various food stalls.

As you walked quietly, you started to feel a sense of unease, your skin erupting in goosebumps that the cool wind definitely didn't cause. Turning your head sightly you caught sight of them. Three guys, tall broad shadows that seemed to be hovering a couple of feet behind you. You inhaled a deep breath, trying to calm the rising nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach, quickening your pace little by little. You looked back after a few more feet, still there, all three of them, the one on the right was closest to you, and he seemed to be matching your pace, the other two caught up to him as they walked behind you.

Feeling your gut twist you try to breathe slowly, in and out of your nose to calm yourself as you see the bus nearing the stop, but as you made your way to cross the road, to your surprise, a fourth hooded figure makes an appearance, blocking your path. It was then that the three others caught up, all circling you in a predatory stance.

“What’s in the bag sweetheart?” One gestured to your handbag, the other three looming near you. You decided on a gutsy move, and try to make a run for the bus, but to no avail.

In just a few seconds you were dragged by the shortest of the thugs, pulled into a dark alleyway, your view of the bus driving away was all it took for utter panic to engulf you. Doing all you could to struggle against them you bit down on his gloved hand, his grunts of pain all you hear before he tugged back his hand and backhanded you, stunning you seconds before you felt his fist entangle in your hair, and slamming your head into the wall with a piercing crack.

Disoriented, you slumped slightly, the other two guys rummaging through your bag, taking your phone and wallet. The shortest one now keeping watch as the tallest of the figures.The ringleader of the gang, it seemed, placed his hands on your hips, bearing his weight down on you as you heard something that made you want to vomit in your stupor.

“Hurry up Marco! We need to get this done now, we haven't had a decent hunt in weeks,”

Hunt?

Your mind filled with the thought of other people they've jumped in the past, the smell of blood staining your nostrils. What the hell did they plan to do with you? The one holding you brought your face close to his, inhaling deeply and you could swear you saw his eyes darken menacingly. You screamed internally, silently willing yourself to do something, fight back, scream for gods sake. Anything!! But nothing came, you were frozen.

You felt his hot tongue run up the side of your cheek, and lap at the bloody nose you now sported. His nails seemed unusually sharp, puncturing the skin of your arm and gripping your thigh. And the smell, the stench. All of them smelled like blood; that rusty, metallic scent. But there was something else. something musty and rotten, like rotten meat.

Just as a tear slid down the side of your face, mixing with the trickle or blood from your forehead. His teeth punctured the skin of your collarbone, the bile in your throat threatening to spill out.

Then, halting all activity of the gang. There was a sound, almost like a wheezing animal coming from the entrance of the alleyway.

There, illuminated by the glow of the streetlight, stood a figure, and at his feet, two of the thugs. You watched, eyes wide as the shadowy figure collected the third thug, gripping him by his throat and lifting him from the pavement. The one holding you let go instantly, he seemed to be shaking as his eyes fell upon the newcomer.

Losing your footing, the pain from your head making you want to vomit, your vision failed you. What you heard filled your already jumbled mind with more questions. The cowering voice of the ringleader was clear, he seemed to be begging for food? Is that all he wanted, why go to all this trouble if they were just wanting something to eat... you didn't have time to contemplate the answer as the next sound snapped you out of your thoughts. A sickening crack, and the deafening scream of the ringleader echoed in the alley, and then.

Silence.

Footsteps, coming closer to you, and as you clung to one of the bins, your consciousness slipping. The touch of warm soft hands steadying you and a soothing voice the last thing you could hear before the world drowned in darkness.

“Its alright, your safe, sleep”

#armysource #bangtanarmynet #btsbookclub #bts au #bts supernatural au #bts fanfic #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook fanfic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook au #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #writing

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wcoastboy · 4 years ago

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the feeling of disgust

I’m not sure if I talked about this here but this is something that’s been going on for a while. I think the first time I felt it intensely was in 2014. It usually feels like a nostalgia, not by a time long gone that I have lived, but by a time and a life I never have. I don’t mean that nostalgia that I feel when I see ancient ruins and I wonder and wander how was the hedonious pagan life, and it is also different when I fantasize about medieval europe or glamourize the 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s and else. this nostalgia I am talking about is accompanied by a melancholic feeling, and sometimes it is even bucolic as well, as I usually associate it with the countryside and with summer. it is also followed by a deep, intense feeling of rejection, not belonging, not being a part of something, not beinig welcomed, not seen as an equal, not desired, backstabbed, not enough.

I am not very aware of where this comes exaclty, I am really not sure, sometimes I theorize if I never felt so much cared for by my father, if my sexuality’s journey made me feel excluded, or if my mixed background had to do with it. regardless, today it also involves the perception of men about me.

this has been a long going issue for me and to be honest is excrutiating to write it down, I am not even sure if I have the grammatical skills and vocabulary to translate my feelings into words. but I can recall several instances in which I felt this feeling of disgust. even within my bestfriends, because sometimes I wouldn’t go out with them as much, and I remember that since I was a kid. sometimes amongst muslim acquaintaces I would feel like an outsider, as I am a roman catholic, but among roman catholics, I would feel like an outsider, as I part of my family is not catholic. amongst groups of european descent I feel like an outsider, as only part of my family immigrated from europe, but I would not necessarily belong with the latin kids either, or the lebanese ones. I would not be able to relate to the lower middle class kids, as I never experienced their struggle, but I could not fully understand the wealthy kids either. I was never friends with guys because they were not sensitive enough to undertsand me, but I always felt a bit left out with the girls because there was always a moment that “you wouldn’t understand” (which I wouldn’t, as I am not a woman).

with the popular kids I would feel like an outsider, as I was not as popular as them, and with the normal kids, I would feel like an outsider, as I was more popular than them. with atheists I would not feel comfortable, as I am very absorbed into the divine and mysticism, but with religious people I will not feel comfortable either. I cannot relate to people that do not fall under beauty standards, but I cannot have the priviledge of people that do. I am too masculine, traditional, mongamous for some, I am too feminine, lustful, modern for others. It is never here, it is never there, it seems always in between. its quite lonely sometimes. and, regarding what triggered this feeling this time....well, thats quite another paragraph.

so I met a guy.................................does it always have to start like that? lord. anyways, similar shiny qualities I adore; handsome, tall, slender, stylish, smart, etc. we discussed a more friends with benefits sorta arrangement, but within two days of me talking to him he starts saying things like “your lashes are making me fall for you,” which I felt a bit uncomfortable because it was toooo soon. and when he came to my apartment he insisted that even if I was not looking for romanticism at the moment, that he would still try to win my heart or some (what appears to be) bullshit like that. I did not get any of my hopes up, I was (am?) truly not interested. (plus, I can see the type of men he is interested in; fit, tall, older, and I am not so much the style). but I am a *cancer* for god’s sake, of course having a pretty boy telling me such things will get me intrigued?? but few days after he seems pretty cold (whereas im just the same), and etc. maybe im not the shiny new thing anymore but still, makes me wonder. the thing that gets me sad is: he stalks me and starts following a buch of other gay men in my account that he had no knowledge of prior to meeting me (????) and I *despise* it when gay men do that, because they do it so, so oftenly it sickens me.

*this* reallllly triggers my feeling of disgust, how could someone possibly begin something, start liking someone etc, try to build any sort of romantic relationship with the idea that “well in case this does not work out at least I have these new guys I could hook up with” ?????? does n o t make sense. nevertheless, I dont mind about the guy itself as much, its the banality of this action that bothers me, the constant obsession with instant gratification amongst cis gay male is beyond. this put other things into perspective tho, it triggers my feelings that I dont belong in my own community, or that - because many of them come with this “Im falling for you” discourse - they do not see me as equals, perhaps if I was fitter or more popular, but for them, they can **** whoever they want and then I could be waiting for a fairytale (which I do, not from them). and then this also triggered the fact that he is richer, fitter, and freer than me and we are both the same age, and I feel like I do not feel for him as much as I feel for the feeling of not belonging, of being rejected, because “well, just in case, I am already following someone prettier anyways.” and it is disgusting because he - albeit being colder - is still telling me things about how he wants to conquer my heart?????????????? girl bye.

situations like this create a very strong feeling of digust from me, not the “ewww” disgust, the “oh this attitude sickens me,” and it makes me increasingly distrustful of the gays... regardless, I do know that a lot of this is within me, because as soon as they are colder my mind goes to that place where I can see all of them hanging out without me, pool partying without me, because anyways I am not seen as their equal. a behavior that emulate similar feelings in mass, in academia, in brazil, in my friend group, within my family. its almost as though I immideately, unvoluntarily, (and sometimes irrevocably) take myself out of a situation, in which I was inserted in, and I start watching it from above, I aqcuire and oberver role, a narrator, and I am suddenly not a protagonist anymore, and perhaps I just thought I was. this specific thing that happens in my mind is beyond painful for me.

this constant transit between the east and west, feminine and masculine, pride and shyness, lustfulness and virtuousness, the high and low, the above and the below, it reaps me apart in a dichotomy I have little control over. at the same time, it is this dichotomy who has given me so much, it is what makes me so unique, different, it is part of my idenitity to the core and I am proud of it, so many times people look at me in awe when they learn of my background and comment things like “thats why you’re so beautiful” or “you’ve got the beauty of many places,” and beauty is a common theme in this website..its something that brings me so much joy, but at the same time I can fit in a little in many places, its appears I can never fit wholy anywhere.

#journal #love #sadness #lonelyness #journal entry

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nightphans · 4 years ago

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bicci outed, and it’s rowans fault (kinda)

{ read here on ao3 !!}

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it was all bliss’s fault.

bliss, the fucker, had convinced rowan to do a live stream.

rowan hated live-streams.

but well, bliss had been going on and on about how ‘content deprived’ the fans were during the hiatus. how desperate they were for anything at all really.

rowan thought it was pathetic; but he ended up doing the live stream, just to make bliss stop nagging.

if he hadn’t live streamed, this never would’ve happened.and he wouldn’t have live-streamed if not for bliss. therefore this was 100% bliss’s fault.right?

it was around 7 in the evening when rowan omandi tweeted he would be going live shortly, and it was at 7:15 when he actually started up. he was situated at his desk, sitting in front of his laptop. see, the layout of his room here is important. with his desk in one corner of the room facing the door that led into the corridor.

rowan always left his room door open, something everyone found pretty strange. a lot of people {{the author included!!}} had some weird obsession with keeping their bedroom door closed. well, rowan was the opposite.

rowan’s room was at the end of the hallway. jimmy’s room was located at the right wall with the bathroom facing it; on rowans left. lister’s room was further up the hall

he hadn’t mentioned to either jimmy or lister that he would be going live, since they were watching a movie together.and he didn’t want to interrupt their weird not date ‘date’.

rowan just wished they’d ask each other out already. he knew they were hooking up, but that was all at the moment apparently. which was fucking dumb, because the romantic tension between the two was driving rowan insane.

sure, this relationship could ruin the band.yes, it would be kinda weird. but dear god, that’d be much better than watching the two eyefucking all the time and being all nervous and shy around each other. it was sickening to say the least.

the fans asked questions about the hiatus,about whether this meant they were ‘breaking up’, about how long the hiatus would be for. they pestered about jimmy’s disappearance 2 months ago, about his ex-girlfriend bliss and what it meant for ‘jowan’ (he tried not to make the -_- face irl), about lister’s hospital visit. then they asked about jowan again, and he tried not to roll his eyes.

rowan answered some questions and avoided others for obvious reasons. when someone asked if he’d listened to the latest harry styles song, he read the question out loud and shook his head casually.

apparently, this was outrageous.and fans demanded he listened to it ‘right this instance’ because it was ‘ almost good as [his] own music !! (but not as good, of course)’

and so that’s how rowan ended up putting on the music video for harry styles’ latest song on his ipad. he tore his attention away from the live chat and his face on the screen for a moment to watch; he was fully aware the fans would be analysing his every facial expression in reaction. usually that’d annoy him, and it did, but he was too caught up in the music video to care.

he was too caught up in the video to notice jimmy and lister stumbling down the hall, limbs entangled and lips pressed together as they moved into jimmy’s room. jimmy’s arms wrapped around listers neck and lister’s hands roaming jimmy’s torso, pushing him back into his room and then closing the door behind them.

he was too caught up to notice the camera had caught all of that, and he was too caught up to notice the comments screaming in the chat.

‘ OHMYGEODUNDJDB NO WAY’

‘ AM I SEEING SHIT? WTF ????’

‘ WTF’

‘ AHHHH’

‘ CAN ABYONE CONFIRM THAT WAS JIMMY AND LISTER MAKING OUT W H A T’

‘ IM IN LITERAL SHOCK HWTFFFD’

‘ CAN CONFIRM’

‘ WHAT ABOYT JOWAN IM GONNA CRU😭😭😭’

‘ SO ITS BESN JISTER THIS WHOLE TIME??? LIMMY??? BICCI???’

‘ SOMEONE HAD THAT RECORDED ROFHT????’

‘ the way rowan is still watching the video and just VIBING oh my g o d what 😭😭’

‘ I KNEW IT !!!!’

‘ they hella gay...good for them. good for them’

rowan finally looked up at the laptop screen, looking back at his reflection. he was streaming on his laptop, but had the chat open on his phone.

“ that was awesome! everything was so visually aesthetic!” he smiled, pushing his glasses up. he then proceeded to babble about it. he didn’t glance at the chat until he heard a loud moan, causing him to temporarily freeze, before going to normal.

fuck, he hoped no one had heard that.he hadn’t even heard lister and jimmy make their way to the bedroom.he waited a moment before checking the chat, not to draw attention to the moan by immediately checking. fans would speculate shit.

his heart jumped out of his chest when he read the chat.

“ I JUST HEARD A MOAN OH M Y GODSDDD LISTER AND JIMMY ARE FUCJINH WTFFFF’

‘ IM LITERALLY GONNA COMBIST WHAT IS HAPPENINHGGGGGG’

‘ omg jimmy gettin that dicc bahsahahsh’

rowan looked back up at the screen, trying not to freak out. fuck fuck fuck fuck.

this happened lister, not him. lister was the one who always managed to leak their secrets, even if it was by accident. this did not happen to rowan, ever.

he tried to play it off, starting to talk about how this hiatus had given him a lot of room for creativity and writing new songs; hopefully it would take their attention away from the moan.

it didn’t.

it might have, if the noises hadn’t continued. but they did, and dear god, they were much louder. jimmy’s bed was beside the wall that separated their rooms, he knew that. but he didn’t think the walls carried sound so easily. he could hear jimmy, his childhood best friend, fucking whining listers name. it was more than disturbing, to say the least. it was more disturbing that the fans in the chat were fucking fangirling over this, or expressing disappointment because their precious ship was finally proven to not be real. if rowan could hear this, they probably could too.it was sickening, how involved they felt in his friends’,and his own, personal lives.it was sickening, how involved they felt in his friends’,and his own, personal lives. it was sickening, how involved they felt in his friends’,and his own, personal lives.

ihis stomach churned thinking about how lister and jimmy were having a private moment, and it was being exposed by the internet.

and it was his fault.

well, not really. but he still felt guilty.

he pretended to check his phone.

“ oh shit! my friend uh, my friend just texted me. she needs me to come over stat. so we’ll have to cut this short, sorry everyone! see you later!” he rushed, looking up at the camera.

that was a mistake, they’d probably be able to read the lies in his eyes. the guilt written all over his face.

he ended the stream with a click of a button, letting out a heavy sigh.

fuck.

should he tell them now? or wait for them to finish?

ugh, it was so gross thinking about how his two best friends were currently doing it in the room next door. he tried not to dwell on it, but he could still fucking hear them.

he put on his headphones and crawled into his bed, which luckily wasn’t against the wall next to jimmy’s room. he squeezed his eyes shut and put on some music, trying not to overthink ( that was jimmy’s expertise,not his,thank you very much). trying not to dwell on the consequences he’d be facing sooner than later.

fuck, this was such a mess.

people were probably tweeting about it now, it would most likely be trending in less than an hour.

he didn’t want to check yet, not before he had too. this was the calm before the storm, and no way was he letting it go to waste.

nope.

the panicking and damage control could wait, for now he was just in bed listening to frank ocean and laying on his bed on your typical Sunday night.

maybe if he locked his room and stayed here forever he wouldn’t have to deal with jimmy’s inevitable breakdown, the fans’ theories and invasive questions, cecily trying not to murder him (and lister and jimmy for being horny shits)

this was such a damn mess. but he could deal with it later, right?

#lister bird #allister ‘lister’ bird #jimmy kaga ricci #bicci #jister #osemanverse #alice oseman #iwbft #i was born for this #fanfic #rowan omondi #bliss lai #poor rowan lol

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