#quick anon call the tumblr police

[antinativefaves]

Sending this anon because I don't like publicly beefing with other native women. But I do think that if you're operating in native circles, you shouldn't be so quick to assume that the people disagreeing with you don't come from your own community. And so, or example, it might not be the best choice to constantly throw around crass "your mother" comebacks at every turn. Natives should be able to disagree with you and know you won't respond by escalating, attacking them or mocking them through, among other matters, sexualizing their Indigenous mothers.

These are small online spaces and behavior like this from people with larger presences can make it feel downright claustrophobic.

There's a billion other Native women for you to follow if I'm not your cup of tea, dickhead.

Natives disagree with me all the damn time. They also don't tone police me when a racist white Youtuber comes under fire.

Seriously, what do you think you're even doing here? You think I have a LARGE PRESENCE? Especially on fucking Youtube? Hell, especially within INDIAN COUNTRY? I'm not a big journalist. I'm not a Hollywood NDN. I'm not a big content creator. I've been talking shit on Tumblr and Twitter for years now. You picked a weird fucking time to single me out as the role model who needs to watch what I see before people think NDNs are bad or whatever tokenist image you think I should be.

And it's hilarious that you want to come at ME for "escalating, attacking and mocking Native women" when Native men in the industry and with bigger platforms do that exact shit on a far worse level ALL THE TIME and Native women call that shit out. Clearly you'd rather defend Jenny Nicholson/Lindsay Ellis/Contrapoints than your own alleged community.

So which is it? Are you a white kid poising as a Native to shame and silence another Native woman to defend your white fave? Or are you a bootlicking Native once again throwing a Native woman under the bus for a racist white woman? Neither are very flattering sis. Worry less about my conduct and more about yours.

[doukeshi-kun]

honestly, imo, the BSD fandom needs more dark content. Like, the premise itself is basically a seinen, and all the characters (with the exception of about 2-3 characters) are all extremely mentally ill or really messed up in the head. The fandom always waters down the characters into either "uwu shy soft boy who can't do anything by themselves", or "sad boi who had sad past :(", and it's kind of a. what. moment. I mean, I understand the appeal, but maybe it's because I like reading fics (and writing for that matter) where the character is as close as it can be to the cannonical character, so usually its kinda a pet peeve of mine esp in the bsd community when everyone hates that kind of content. cause like. the characters themselves are dark. they're not light-hearted characters, they're fucked up for a reason.

so tldr; thank you for giving us the dark content that was very lacking

i think nowadays the fandom doesn't really reduce the characters to one characterization only (except for mori. poor that guy). or maybe it's just me blocking and muting accounts hdgshshs my bsdtwt is quite centred on japanese fanartists and jujutsu kaisen. i don't really find bsdtwt in my timeline unless i follow one or two.

i understand well about your opinion. i think dark content in this fandom are still going around and there are a lot of people who enjoy it. in tumblr and ao3, at least. let's not talk about bsdtwt or bsdtok lol

idk whether dark content in bsd fandom is lacking or not, but probably.. they are? i rarely see dark content fic nowadays here in bsdxreader tumblr. and i dont really go that tag so much anyway😶but here's the thing, some people here are quick to police someone who likes to write or read dark content, going as far to report the fic. you can't even thirst for mori w/o being called a pedo apologist. when yk, block button is there for a function. do these trolls never block people? yall never get followed and bombarded by pornbots? must be so nice bcs there's a lot of pretty ladies liking my posts😔👎

i've seen a few trolls policing writers on what they could write or not. to the point of harassing them in their inbox. like, if you (in general. not YOU as in you, anon. you get me yeh👏) prefer dubcon than noncon, then it's fine! it's your cup of tea. it's your tea, so put and control how many sugar and milk you want in your tea. but that doesn't mean you can police and control and tell people what they should write. if you want to control how much the writer can write, maybe, pay them???💀 the fact that majority of darkcon writers are tagging their fics as 'dark content' or 'dead dove' is already showing that they know the thing they write is very not right/good in real life.

tldr; don't be an idiot and use the block button instead of harassing people

[nymph1e]

are we really calling anti-shipping a “movement.” do you know how ridiculous that sounds . nobody is being killed over having a wincest blog on tumblr dot com . be for real .

listing that before and with the “terf movement” where trans women have been Real Life harmed, in that one post about knee-jerk reactions (which i agree with, more or less) just feels insanely disrespectful . this is not anon hate , since i will just . block you and be done. i just think you need to do some self reflection.

lol a coward who doesn't understand how english works. you blocking me doesn't make this not anon hate honey.

if you look at the second definition for the word "movement" in english, easily found from a quick google search, you will see that my use of language was accurate.

Secondly, I equated the anti-sex, psudo-liberal, neo-puritanical fandom censorship movement in the list with the terf movement specifically to point out to idiots like you that their ideologies are related. So that maybe you would do some fucking reflection (god knows you need some) and realize that your silly little internet policing scheme is fucked up, actually.

I could have also likened the movement to conservative Christianity, the Hays Code, Nazi Occupied Germany and a litany of other things that you really don't want to be associated with. Just because your random pieces of cowardice harm people less than something I might compare them to, doesn't mean it's a problem with me.

Not that you're ever going to fucking read this, since you decided to send me a mean message and then bury your head back in your pretty little bubble instead of just blocking me and ignoring me like a decent person. But maybe, just maybe if people are raising points of comparison between your movement and fucking terfs, nazis and puritans, you should do some self reflection.

[csmingy]

It's ok you two Vidia is getting looked into for things I can't quite say without proper evidence and it making me uncomfortable to look into personally. There's also a discourse in the server meant to track her over demands to artist to reevaluate their art style at random and looking into things she stole as design elements for others to call a species for a quick buck under the pretenses she must move before her neighbors kill her, not sure of validity either though given how often funds are pulled from this and put elsewhere I have all rights to hold my reservations on this claim and how stressed she is given how she messes with others in the server and pumps out art. Witches are just normal ponies with the excuse of them being different over the cutiemarks are on their hooves and produce magic for them even if not unicorns, though the pegasus mixes don't have wings just feathers on their shoulders. Oribis are just satyr that are dogs not goat clearly meant to be more sexual if designing their parts and females having to always expose theirs even despite the species being capable of making clothes and males at least having fur cover theirs more not even mentioning that shes designed art of the genitals and has decided to redesign them yet again in the span of a couple of months, taking the ears from Ori likely lying about the name as the initial she says comes from Latin for ears and she never heard of Ori when asked on base inspiration when such a pride point how long she has been on the internet, uses the warrior cats methods including ranking system just humanoid then getting upset its not working so drastic things needed to vaguely keep engagement that dies just as quickly, copies over Avatar animals to try increasing dying interest and blatantly taking other people designs to pump out new pallets to sell to people so she doesn't have to put the work in. Hell people finally convinced her not to make a new 'species' selling normal ponies turned into monsters as if they were anything special to police herself and she scrapped animal demons while admittedly cool in design being just that. It's known what she is doing or did and she is hemorrhaging the decent people for it leaving being racist, entitled children, and people that treat you as tools to be used for art or not worth their time. A few stick around for friends but you must wonder how long Vidia can be tolerated behavior wise before the sweet artists trying to keep the ideas alive and just enjoy themselves leave.

As a small addition to the previous anon I must also point out Vidia deleted all things protaining to the original supposed to be tracing person, they are just being stubborn on not doing the same and I've seen random Tumblr blogs posting where they are framed for it and the person being essentially laughed at to get off anon and told send proof. The funniest part is they are no longer checking the blogs they send it to one was a plush making artist that just said they would have had to do magic to make a plush 2d to steal it and another laughing hard it's their first ever ask and it's not even an ask on top of they don't draw so to double check who you send things to. If the user that keeps getting sent around for it sees this blog at all I just have to say stand strong things are getting out and you are not alone even if a few are bashing you. My Little Pony artists never keep the spotlight their whole career and given she's forgotten the lessons they taught her the community turns like piranha sensing blood in the water to feast on for that as we are not all bad.

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[eldaryanrevolution]

Imagine having a blog just to attack one person. This blog is the definition of toxicity. People seem to enjoy targeting and harassing others on the internet without knowing anything about the other person's real life situation. Then when things get bad they start deleting all the shit they did.

 Alright so I don’t believe I owe you any explanation (and certainly no apologies) but imma do it anyway so any holier than thou person who comes across this blog will have a step by step baby mode brochure of my blog, because I’m just generous like that.  1. Did I attack Chinomiko?  No. I  do make fun of her art and writing, I never tag her or hatebrowse her blog to interact on purpose with her (neither anyone else from Beemov for that matter)  I don’t send her asks or cowardly anons (hey there), and don’t encourage anyone who takes pleasure in my blog to do so, because it would be a waste of time.  What I do, most of the time, is make fun of the entire Beemov corporation for their ludacris decisions concerning their games. Now, if your compassion is so high for a corporation that only cares about your money, honey, you’re neck deep in a capitalist stockholm syndrome and I can’t do anything about it.  2. Do I harass (gasp) Chinomiko?  Ok so to the risk of repeating myself, I don’t interact with her. At all. Not on Tumblr, not on Eldarya/MCL forums, not on Facebook. Chino exists outside of my actual life (don’t worry, it’s full of shit and that’s why I rarely find time to update that blog)  Are things (double gasp) Getting Bad??? Quick answer is no. Long answer is also no, Chino probably doesn’t gif a flying fuck about me, she makes more money a year than I do and my rants have no impact on her. It’s likely she doesn’t even know I exist.  She’s more than welcome to block me if so, guess what, it is super easy and, Once Again, I’ll never be going out of my way to interact with someone I like to mock. I’m an asshole with limits. 

Also don’t worry as long as the Tumblr Police doesn’t come dragging me out of my house, I won’t delete the shit posted in here 

(because apart from my rants there are also amazing creative things made/submitted by other people and I cherish them with all my cold, dead heart) 

[littl3-val3ntine]

i’ve never asked anything on tumblr but i really love your writing so i was wondering if you could write some good old eddie x reader except reader is also super obsessive!! stalkers in love!!!

OMF IM CRYIN I LOVE THIS

anything for u anon ily

thank you for the ask !1!!!

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summary // as a private investigator, you weren’t often inclined to talk to the forensics guys. eventually, though, the job gets lonely, and it takes a toll on the mental state… so you find a convenient excuse to allocate your investigative skills elsewhere.

warnings // mutual stalking, small gore depiction, profanity, SFW subby!nashton

author’s note // taking a small break to answer some requests!! :D love u guys thank u so much for asking, i personally love this prompt… so gd much… AAAAA ^^

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This kind of attraction was not something you were familiar with. It wasn’t anything like love at first sight. In reality, when you first met Edward Nashton you thought he was kind of creepy, but you supposed all of the forensics guys were like that, in a way. To someone in your position, they were just a bunch of nerdy little true-crime obsessed freaks.

You preferred to… avoid the forensics team, as much as you could. They didn’t really appear in your plane of existence unless it was absolutely necessary, and much to your dismay, that case marked one of the nights it was absolutely necessary. When you arrived at the scene, jacket freshly-pressed and latex gloves snapping against your palms, they were swarming the place with an unsettling sort of excitement. No one should be so eager to see a murder site.

Suppressing a groan, you pushed through the crowd of authorities and geeks into the house. Your stomach churned at the scent of it– they hadn’t even removed the cadaver yet. You were lucky to be just a few minutes up the road. In the same vein, though, you didn’t have much time before some attorney or cranky police chief chased you out. You had to be quick.

Eyes glued to the scene, you dug in your coat pocket for your notebook and pen. Fleetingly, you glanced at the throng of people gathered in the foyer, searching for a lone gaudy orange lanyard who might be able to give you some semblance of a rundown. When you found him, he was already zeroed in on you, eyes wide with juvenile infatuation, body stilled mid-motion. It wasn’t uncommon for them to look at you like that. You’d heard the rumors– how IT and Forensics both feared you and thought you were some mythical crime-solving deity in the same fashion. But with the way he looked at you, he wasn’t just intimidated. It was the same way you used to look at that unreasonably hot Psych professor you had in college.

You waved him over. Me? he mouthed back. Brows furrowing, you nodded and waved him over again. You don’t have time for this shit.

Before the entirety of your patience slipped through your fingers, he was at your side, looking up at you doe-eyed and waiting on your call. “Give me the summary– quickly,” you told him pointedly, pen poised above your notepad. You didn’t even look at him, choosing instead to scribble some notes about the scene while he rattled on about direction of blood spatter, time of death, missing articles… more forensics babble that you didn’t understand.

When you looked up at him, he stopped completely. He looked panicked, like he was expecting you to yell at him or something. Jesus, these guys get no play… “Thank you,” you squinted at his lanyard to find his name, his forced smile and glasses painted white by camera flash catching your eye, “Edward.”

You paused. Edward Nashton. You recognized that name– he was the guy that sent you all your forensics reports. From his writing, you always thought he was sharp, pointing out patterns and signatures in your serial cases that you’re certain you would have missed otherwise. You’d sent him e-mails here and there to thank him for his input, but you weren’t ever graced by a response. Now you understand why.

“Oh, yeah, it’s… it’s no big deal. ‘s my job, yeah.”

This could be fun. You stared right at him, letting him squirm underneath your unfaltering gaze. “Are you thinking blunt object or a firearm?”

He swallowed hard. “Not sure, we hav-haven’t seen the body. From the force of the spatter on the wall, though… um, it might be a firearm.” You hummed, nodding. Mercifully, you looked to the blood on the wall, a dripping splotch some few feet above the floor. He must have been kneeling down. Definitely a firearm.

“You’re right, bud. Great work.” Tucking your notepad back into your coat, you removed your glove and held out your hand for a handshake. “Are you the same Edward Nashton who does my reports?”

Taking your hand, he nodded fervently. “Yes! I’ve gotten your e-mails, actually…”

“A response at some point would be nice,” you teased, quirking a smile. “We should work together sometime. I could definitely use you on this one.”

Oh boy, you could use him any day, as far as he’s concerned. The warm hand in yours began to shake, either with excitement or anxiety. “We should?”

Pushing a breath through your nose amusedly, you affirmed to him, “That is what I said, yes.” You took in the surrounding room again. “Rally up some of your guys to get pictures of this before they clean it up, as legally as possible.” It came so naturally, slipping back into that air of professionality. He nodded and scurried off, breathlessly telling the rest of his team, Get the cameras. The cameras.

It’s unclear what about him distracted you, but nonetheless he drew you in like a fly to honey. Your eyes followed him as he disappeared through the crowd, and not even the hollering of lawyers pulled you back to earth. Mind still foggy, consumed by questions about him, you found yourself being tugged along by two officers before you even had a chance to do your job.

Standing on the lawn, staring at the house, you cursed yourself.

What the fuck am I doing?

———

Your devotion to the case never faltered. The question became about which part of the case you were devoted to.

Never before had you been so interested in an autopsy.

Any excuse you could find to slip a few floors down and appear in Nashton’s cubicle, asking coyly, “Anything out of the ordinary in the blood samples?” or, “How’s the fingerprint processing coming along?” you shamelessly abused. That’s exactly how you found yourself there, hovering over his shoulder to look at the images his team snapped of the scene. He was rambling on about the position of the body and height of the splatter, this, that, and the other thing. You were only half-listening. You couldn’t really help it– since your time at the scene together, you’d become consumed by him, unable to think of anything else. It wasn’t quite infatuation. More so, it was an obsession, an insatiable need for his undivided attention. Sometimes when you’d get to thinking about him, you’d scare yourself. You knew it was becoming unhealthy but you couldn’t bring yourself to mind.

Tuning back in, you let your hand graze his back as you leaned forward to leaf through the photos. “Great work, Nashton… these are incredible shots.” He took in a shuddering breath at your praise, shoulders tensing beneath your touch.

“Oh, thank you. Really, it was my team…”

“But this is your analysis, no?”

“Yes!” His head snapped in your direction. “Yeah, I… they tend to let me, um, handle this stuff.”

You smiled down at him. “It makes sense, you’re the most capable.”

He looked about ready to burst, his entire body tense like a coil about to spring free. He was hardly breathing anymore, jaw hanging open with words he couldn’t yet formulate. The tips of his ears and his cheeks beneath his glasses were flushed completely pink, and if you leaned any closer you might have felt the heat radiating from his face.

Clearing your throat, you straightened. “Once you’re through with those, you should meet me in my office. There’s some things regarding this case we should discuss in private.”

He nodded again. “Okay. I mean, yes. I will.” He swallowed hard. With a squeeze of his shoulder and a reassuring smile, you were gone.

There wasn’t anything to talk about, but you were hoping to come up with something between that afternoon and the time his hesitant tapping came at your door some hours later. You were knee deep in his files when he came, notepad sprawled across your desk and absolutely defaced with information. Mailing address, full name, date of birth… marriage status. His presence both called you back to reality, shame washing over you as you closed all your tabs and shut your notebook, and thrilled you further into that obsessive haze.

You knew what you were going to talk with him about.

“It’s unlocked.”

“May I come in?”

You blinked. “That’s what I was implying, yes.”

“Oh.” The door edged open and he slipped through, offering a tight lipped grin as he shut it behind him. You motioned to the chair across from yourself, and he tentatively took a seat.

“So, I wanted to discuss some possible motives with you. Right now on the board we have a possible weapon, time of death, position of attack… but no reason.” His eyes kept dropping to your mouth as you spoke. You suppressed a maniacal grin. “What are we thinking, Eddie?”

He was thinking he’s going to explode right there in that seat, with the way you were looking at him. His mind was cluttered with anxiety, but he still had sense to pick up what you were putting down. The double-meaning. He was smart like that, picking up on the nuances of language, and you knew that. You watched it click in his head.

“Um,” he began, pausing to consider his words. “It might have been… uh, domestic, like infidelity or maybe a couple’s spat…” With your legs crossed loosely beneath the desk, you let the toe of your shoe drift across the inside of his calf.

“Go on…”

“Oh, um, that was really my main theory, actually. We haven’t seen or heard from the victim’s wife since he passed, so she might be a good starting point.” He wasn’t meeting your eyes, often glancing up at you but then, just as quickly, glancing away. His eyes were on your lips, your hands, the papers on your desk. You’d put his files away, hadn’t you?

To your relief, you had. Your heartbeat settled in your temple. You smiled at him, holding out your hand for him. “Thank you, Nashton. That’s all I needed, I’ll let you get home now.”

He took your hand in a weak shake and stood eagerly to leave. “Glad I could help.” He made his way to the door, but paused. “Hey, if you… if you ever, um, need something from me, outside of office hours, just give me a call. I do a lot of my work at home, anyway. D-Do you have my number?”

“I do.” Of course you had his number. It was on his file. You had access to all of his files. Hell, you had them memorized by now.

“You do. Okay, yeah, then… just, ahem. Just give me a call.”

You tried to maintain your stoicity, but you’re certain he picked up on how your eyes softened with amusement. “Goodnight, Nashton.”

“Goodnight.” And then he was gone. The feeling of missing him was instantaneous, a tugging in your chest that wouldn’t rest.

Your eyes drifted back to your notepad.

Snatching it from the desk, you hastily locked up your office and followed him out.

———

That’s how you found yourself where you are now. Sitting in your car, waiting outside his apartment complex. The inside of his apartment was dark– no lights on, no movement, a package un-received still sitting on his doorstep. Had he already gone to sleep? You glance around the parking lot, finding no sign of his car. No, he hadn’t even arrived home yet.

Swallowing around a guilty lump, you start your car and speed home. Your mind is relentless. Where is he? Is he with someone else? Did he see me?

You’re consumed with your thoughts as you pull into your driveway, tunnel-vision until you finally reach the warm embrace of your home. Letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in, you take off your shoes and rest them beside the door.

It’s stuffy. Your chest is tight with anxiety, and the comforting warmth from your heater quickly becomes suffocating with every second you spend inside. Trotting over to the streetview window, you throw aside the curtains and budge open the panel. Fresh air kisses you immediately, soothing your lungs with cool air.

The city sleeps before you, a sight that always calmed you to see. Despite the whirlwind of your life, the grotesque realities you are consistently presented with, the city always remains still against the black canvas of the night.

Your gaze follows the buildings down from the sky to the street, pausing on something. A car, just across the street and parked along the curb adjacent to your doorstep. A smile creeps across your face.

Found him.

[mad-as-a-box-of-frogs]

what is the deal with jess mason?

Okay, I’m gonna try to keep this short and sweet, because there’s just so many ways Jess has pissed people off over the years (some bordering on the absurd) that I could never possibly cover it all in one short post. I’m sure many people could add their own personal encounters with her. The paragraphs below have sources in the underlined text. 

Long story short, Jess was a Big Name Fan for many years, predominantly went by ibelieveinthelittletreetopper here on tumblr, got popular mostly because she wrote for the fan site The Mary Sue and would periodically interview cast and writers (like at SDCC), and more or less imploded that popularity somewhere around s14 (personally, I dropped her after she made a 10x21 post explaining why Charlie’s death Wasn’t Bad Actually, so that should give you some idea of what she’s like). I can’t remember exactly the order of events, but it can essentially be boiled down to her badmouthing the fans that saw destiel as something that was being intentionally written in the show (and hey, we were right!). For most, though, the final straw is when her post-SPN Finale article dropped, where she compared fandom finale conspiracies and people trying to make sense of it all to right wing nutjobs Qanon. Pissed quite a few people off with that one. And yet, as much as Jess constantly shits on spn fandom and seems to have nothing but disdain for us, that hasn’t stopped her from trying to make a quick buck at out us whenever possible (see her typo-riddled book and now the upcoming podcast).

Jess has kicked up quite the reputation for herself outside of SPN fandom as well. She wrote an entire ass article wherein she complained about lesbian stairway sex on an episode of Wynonna Earp being unrealistic, prompting thee showrunner of Wynonna Earp Emily Andras to fire back with  “ If you have plausibility issues with sex on stairs I have some sad news about immortal cowboy demons.” Jess tried to defend herself, ending up bemoaning the fact that a “straight woman [had] come in and devalued criticism from a queer woman” except, whoops, Emily Andras is bi. (tweet from an earlier date). Emily Andras would later quote a tweet asking to start a fight with five words or less with “Reunion stair sex: implausible, uncomfortable.” I apologize for going on and on about this, I just think it’s the funniest thing to ever happen on the bird app. This isn’t even touching the people she pissed off by defending The Magicians after Quentin’s death or whatever squabble she got into with the Good omens fandom. 

Now with all that being said, I need to make it clear that Jess’s bullshit goes beyond bad fandom opinions and internet squabbles and people finding her annoying. She wrote an article on sex workers using plagiarized research where she used tweets of real sex workers that ending up getting doxed, has been called out by her former coworkers at the Mary Sue for her antiblackness and her tone policing on racism, argued against a black female James Bond, and as Stichmediamix pointed out in this great rebuttal article to Jess’s ‘Fandom Conspiracies are just as dangeous as any other” article, has a disingenuous response to fans in SPN fandom as opposed to her compassionate attitude towards fandoms that have a well documented history of harassing Black Actors. There’s definitely a pattern of troubling behavior here, and I don’t bring any of this up to make light of it or treat it the same as fandom squabbling, but to impress upon you that many individuals have real reasons to be way of her. 

So there you have it, anon. TLDR: Jess Mason is annoying and racist and has pissed off most of spn fandom at one time or another. 

Thank you to Mel @lets-steal-an-archive for all of these sources. Her archiving skills are unmatched, and I’m eternally grateful, especially since I have a mind like a sieve. 

[thebadboyfanclub]

You Can Do Better (Rio x Reader)

Requested by anon, i’ve posted this for the third time and tumblr is being a fucking asshole to the point were i’m thinking of quitting this since every week I get a new way of them hiding my works. Enjoy it while it lasts

T.W. mentioning of attempted rape

(Y/n) had been Micks neighbor for a few months before the incident happened, this absolute dumpster was the only thing she could afford at the time, fresh out of college, in a foreign country without any family, but she was hoping to moving quickly. However, when Mick was coming home, he heard her screams and cries for help from the bottom of the stairs, he had seen her once or twice, even baked him cookies when he first moved in, she was nice and a quiet neighbor. 

He found (y/n) being held down by two men in masks and one of them try to rape her, she was begging and screaming, he almost acted on instict when he shot the guy in the back, the other tried to attack him and he also ended up with a bullet in between his eyes. (Y/n) thanked him and Mick had to stop her from calling the police. Instead they called Rio. He was met with two dead bodies, A girl in her torn pajamas shaking and crying and Mick trying to calm her down.

“Those motherfuckers”

Was all he said, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what had gone down, Rio was a criminal and balls deep in despicable things, yet he was proud to say he had never laid hands on a woman nor a child. He kneeled in front of her, took a good look at her eyes, her entire body shaking as she looked at him, you could sense the trauma she had been through.

Rio had heard of her when Mick told him about this little girl next door that baked him cookies as a welcoming gift, he recalled how his friend laughed when he mentioned that the girl asked him his opinion about the next tattoo she wanted to get. Now this happy light hearted girl was replaced because two men thought they are superior.

“Hi sweetheart, I understand this is hard, we will take care of everything alright? You trust us?”

“I had locked the door, I was sleeping”

“I know sweetheart, it wasn’t your fault. We’ll take care of you ok?”

“Thank you”

-

Since Mick had vouched for her and Rio had seen her at her worst they felt obligated to take her under their wings, maybe even help her earn a little more money, get a good car, pay her bills comfortably, that sort of stuff. Until one day she asked to do more, get initiated

“Mama this isn’t the playground, we ain’t playing cops and robbers”

“I know, but you said I am learning quickly, why not teach me more?”

“Why you wanna do this? All of a sudden you feel like being a gangster? You were shaking in your shoes a few months ago”

“I’m done being your little child Rio, I want to hold my own. I will do this with or without you”

Rio looked at her with a serious face. She was growing, becoming fearless, ruthless, he had seen it coming, she was picking up more slack, asking more questions, she wanted to prove herself.

“You’re threating me mama?”

“And what if I am?”

She quickly not only proved herself, she became one of his most valuable members, she was his secret weapon, nobody would suspect a young little hotel receptionist being linked to them. She worked twice as hard and smarter than most if not all his men, advised him wisely and was always cool, calm and collected, she worked best under pressure. Scared little (y/n) felt like had never even happened, she was his soldier now, she had Micks status and Mick couldn’t be more proud, he had a soft spot for her.

“Hey mister policeman, Have some room for another criminal?”

She joked as she leaned at the door of her car, waiting for the new little boy toy to get out of the police station. Now the normal question is why is (y/n) around a police man, there is a two part answer to that. Great lover and also great cover, she was his little thing, so nobody would dare blame you for any crime, the girl of the police man being a gangster? it sounded like a joke.

“Depends on what crime we are talking about miss”

“I can think of a few, we can put those handcuffs to use”

As he approached her she smiled and took off her sunglasses. She looked amazing in her blue loose ripped jeans and a simple oversized white t shirt, a chain necklace around her neck and some nice rings on her fingers as her hair fell  in front of her breasts, wearing a pair of high heels to style it up.

How you doing gorgeous?”

“Oh you know, thriving and surviving. How about you, I thought you had a day off today”

“Yes but I got assigned to a new case”

“Ohhhh should I be concerned? any criminal on the loose?”

“Not really, we are trying to find a link for this Rio guy”

Jackpot, this couldn’t have gone better. She tried to contain her smile and leaned back on the door, acting like nothing had happened.

“Oh I think you’ve mentioned him before, what did he do now?”

“Lots of things but motherfucker always slips away, chief thinks he has someone on the inside”

“Like a dirty cop?”

“Yes, so he wants me to look into it”

“Look at you, leading a case... Sexy”

The guy smiled at her, he was completely fooled and hooked. She hadn’t told anyone about her plan of seducing him to get information, she didn’t need to up until this point, yet what she did not calculate was Rio seeing her outside the police station talking to a fucking cop, the outmost enemy and being all close and cozy to him, acting all buddy buddy in broad daylight.

“I’m glad you like it miss”

“There’s a lot of things I like about you baby, anyway I have to go, I have a shift to clock in to”

“I’ll see ya later?”

“Maybe. Bye handsome”

At that (Y/n) got in her car and drove away. Rio was pissed, the girl he trusted and the girl he wanted was flirting with a policeman, how could she? He trusted her, taught her everything he knew, gave her everything with generosity and she was becoming a cops whore? Of course it wasn’t just about flirting with a cop, it was flirting with someone that wasn’t him.(Y/n) was a charming woman, he found her extremely attractive and she was even better now with the confidence she had gained over time, she was a woman he craved, the woman he wanted to have on his side, a queen that could hold the keys to his kingdom. Now all this was slowly shattering, no there had to be an explanation and he couldn’t wait to hear it.

Of course he could not just appear at her workplace, she was gracious enough to arrange a room for him incognito when Beth shot him, yet they had to act like strangers so all he could do was wait for her. 

“Hey boss, sorry I’m late I had to take care of a few things”

“Like that cop friend of yours?”

She had barely closed the door of his office before he blurred it out, he had this whole plan of making her confess by herself, except when he saw her he lost control. Betrayal and confusion clouded his mind, as she stood there a bit dumbfounded for a quick moment before smirking at him.

“Stalking much?”

“I like to make sure my people are in line”

“Really? Is that why Beth is still walking around unharmed?”

He knew how much that had shook her up, (Y/n) took care of him almost as good as the doctor, she stayed with him until he fell asleep, helped him renew his bandages and anything else he needed, even though she never said it he was aware she was extremely concerned for him and he was grateful for her care, which made it even more complicated considering the fact that he was slowly becoming more addicted to her, needing and wanting more than she gave him.

“Let’s just cut to the shit, what were you doing there?”

“Talking”

“Talking? to a cop? what is this (y/n) huh?”

She sat in the chair calmly, any normal person would have either shit their pants or told him what they were planning right away. (Y/n) on the other hand found this amusing, she had grown tired of him doing things without considering the danger he was putting himself, especially when it came to Beth and the others, if it was anyone else they would have been six feet under the second Rio opened his eyes, now he had cut them in once again and had almost gotten Boss status.

 “Yes, one of your little ladies is married to a cop, what’s the issue with me talking then?”

“Last time I check you ain’t never flapped your gums to a fed”

“I don’t flap my gums Rio, I have conversations and if you really want to know he is my new boy toy. He also was the one that told me about your case, how the fuck do you think I got the information? By holding interviews?”

Rio didn’t know how to feel, she was still working for him, had used her privilege to get information for him that had saved him a lot of money, however the whole “boy toy” thing did not sit well, she liked him, she gave him her time and even though she was stringing him along, she still had him in her life.

“You did what you were supposed to do and you got rewarded, so why you still talking to him”

“Don’t start the bullshit Rio, I’m not your daughter nor your girl so why do you care who am i fucking with”

“Where’s your fucking respect to your boss (y/n)?”

“Respect? how about where’s the respect for yourself? You let the suburban moms do whatever the fuck they are doing and I’m getting shit for having sex and getting you info from the feds?”

He was pushing it, he knew that and he didn’t care, it was time to reveal his cards and she was going to do the same, whether she liked it or not. Rio leaned back on his chair, his hand rubbing his chin as he looked at her, sitting there and looking right back at him, she wasn’t lying he knew that, she had a point for the suburban moms and she had expressed her disapproval for the little thing that was going on between him and Beth. What he did not understand was if she didn’t like it cause she was a tad bit jealous or because it fucked with their money and reputation?

“You are something else you know that?”

“Yet you still question my methods, if I remember correctly I wasn’t the one that planted three bullets in you”

“You are scared of losing me mama?”

She did not respond, she just turned and looked away from him. Of course (y/n) had picked up his little flirty remarks from time to time, she would be lying to herself if she didn’t admit she had thought of how he would be in bed, how his embrace would feel, his raspy voice was enough to start fantasies enough to make a book.

“Let’s say I am, what are you scared of Rio? Why do you care who I’m sleeping with?”

“He is a cop”

“A handsome cop, I’m sure you noticed how nicely that uniform was on him, let me tell you it’s even better when he sweats”

“I don’t need to hear it”

“Why? Does it bother you Christopher?”

She raised herself from the seat and placed her hands on the desk, leaning closer to him and making her breasts show just enough as her back curved in a perfect little S, she focused in his eyes as her tongue went over her upper lip. Rio got closer to her, his hand reached her face, as he held on to the side of her head and his thumb went over the lower lip.

“You’re not for him mama”

“Why not?”

“A woman like you is not for no goody two shoes, you can do better”

“Really? like who?”

They could feel each others breaths, their faces were almost touching as they both spoke in whispers, this conversation was not meant for no one else, they didn’t even have to speak as their body language was saying everything it needed to be said. She felt her breath become more swallow, his scent was getting her a tad bit flustered and so was hers to him.

 He wanted to take her right here and then, just the idea of her naked body was enough to drive him wild, her hair was so soft he could only imagine them stuck on her face from the sweat, the most amazing part was her lips, soft and full that made his mind go wild with the need to feel them in his lips and his body, the doors to her moans.

“I can show you better than I can tell you”

“Let’s get it then boss”

[storiesungaa]

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about: this is an indie mutuals only rp blog for a multimuse with various fandoms from tv shows, movies, anime, and video games. mun is 25+, genderfluid lesbian, goes by he/him pronouns (but i am genderfluid so i don’t mind she/her pronouns, most just call me he/him) online and name Jay. Previously known as Ares and Snow.

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nsfw: smut will be present here. i can not play the dominant party in smut, please don't ask me too. if you don't feel comfortable with it, we can fade to black, easy peasy. i won't make myself uncomfortable for some smut. All muses involved in smut or ships are 18+. If you think that aging them up is pedophila, do me a favor and get off my blog. Smut may happen with aged up characters but that does not mean it was done specifically for smut. Do not assume.

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As previously stated, all ships and smut scenes are involved with characters 18+. I will never under any circumstance write something with underage characters. Characters, however, can be aged up but are never simply just for the sake of smut. Smut may happen with aged up characters but that does not mean it was done specifically for smut. Do not assume.

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[tweedlydumbtweedlydoo]

JJ Maybank x reader

Requested by anon/Summary: You get held hostage by Barry because of what happened when Barry tried to steal the gold and when JJ stole his money.

A/N: really not a fan of how this turned out especially the ending but I wasn’t sure how else to write it. I think I rewrote it 3 times ugh 

Tag list is at the end. Let me know if you want to be added xx

**MASTERLIST**

Requests: {OPEN} CLOSED

I am currently taking requests for:

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Elijah Mikaelson

Damon Salvatore

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Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Supernatural (I’m only up to season 2, so please don’t request something with spoilers)**

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Outer Banks (Netflix):

John B Routledge

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

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You and the pogues were on your way to some warehouse that the lady at the pawnshop was sending you too. It seemed sketchy.

“There isn’t anything out here.” You say looking around.

“I’ve never even heard of Resurrection drive.” Sarah adds.

“Cause you’re a kook.” JJ says.

“You’re not and you’ve never heard of it either.” Kie comments.

You had a bad feeling about this. That’s when the sirens were heard behind you. A police car.

“Shit.” JJ groans.

“What the hell did we do?” Pope says.

JJ quickly hides the gold under the seat and that’s when the guy cocks the shot gun in John B’s face, “Hands up!”  

You look at JJ, the rest of the pogues with the same expression, “It was a set up!”

“That stupid bitch!” JJ yells.

“I said hands up! Now get out!” The guy yells.

John B slowly steps out, hands up.

“Get them out! Let them out.” The guy instructs, keeping the gun aimed at John B.

John B does as asked and opens the door to the van, you all stepping out, hands in the air.

The guy points the gun at you, “Everyone down on the ground! Now! Face down!”

JJ’s quick to step in front of you, but that pisses the guy off.

“I said get down! Now! Or I’ll blow all your faces off.” He pushes the gun in JJ’s face.

“Alright Alright! We’re going!” JJ says, stepping back.

You guys follow the instructions, laying down in the ground. You look at JJ next to you, your eyes filling with tears. The guy gets in the van and begins looking through it before he finally finds the gold. He steps back out, gun still pointed at you guys. The guys makes his way to the car, but John B’s there and gets the gun out of his hand. That’s when the rest of you pogues jump in on the guy, beating him.

JJ steals his I.D and decides he wants to go to his house. Everyone’s against it and when JJ comes out of the guys house with a wad of cash in a bag, you know this can’t be good.

~

You were right. It wasn’t good. You were tied to a chair in some warehouse, while the guy, now known as Barry, stands in front of you. He’d grabbed you after your shift at the Wreck. You didn’t even know what had hit you. Then you woke up tied to the chair.

“what do you want with me?”

He twirls the knife in his hand, “My money back. The money your boyfriend stole?”

You whimper as he gets close to you, pushing the knife against your neck, “However, I may call it even and take your pretty self instead..”

“Please don’t, just let me go. We’ll get your money back.”

He sighs, pulling away, “Yeah you will. Or they’ll be consequences.” He slowly trails the knife down your chest, cutting the tank top, your chest now exposed.

“come on dude, this wasn’t a part of the deal.” Rafe reasons. “We weren’t going to hurt her, just scare Maybank into giving the money back.”

Barry looks at Rafe, “Country club. I can change the deal whenever I want. Come on, don’t say you never wanted to have a little piece of her.” He smirks.

Rafe looks at you then at Barry, “Can’t say that I have.”

Barry sighs, “Fine.” He looks at his watch, “Where the hell is the stupid kid with my money?!”

“I’m right here!” JJ slowly walks in with a black bag in his hand, his hands raised in surrender. He looks over at you, his blood boiling at the sight, “you said you wouldn’t hurt her.” He grits his teeth.

Barry nods, “we didn’t. Just wanted something to look at while we waited.” He walks over to JJ, Rafe grabbing him from behind and taking the bag, “All the money here?”

“It’s there, now let her go.”

Barry looks through the bag, nodding, “Okay.” He looks at you, then JJ, “We’re going to have some fun first.” He smirks before walking over to you.

“Your money’s there! This wasn’t the deal!” JJ thrashes in Rafe’s arms.

“Country club tie him up. He’s going to watch.” Barry instructs.

You whimper as Barry takes his hand to your neck, pushing your hair out of the way.

“Barry you’ve got your money, leave the girl alone.” Rafe says, still holding JJ.

“Don’t you touch her! I’ll kill you stupid son of a bitch!”

You close your eyes as he runs his hand down the front of you, over your chest. His nasty mouth on your neck.

JJ watches helplessly and continues to thrash, “You son of a bitch! Get your hands off her!”

Barry chuckles, “So angry.” His hands move off your body, cutting the ties, “There.” He looks at Rafe, “Let’s get out of here.”

Rafe lets go of JJ and he drops to his knees in front of you, “Baby I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.” His hand goes to your cheek.

“Just get me out of here.” You whimper, “please.”

He nods and picks you up, carrying you out of the warehouse.

~ 

He holds you in his arms, running his hand through your hair. This was all his fault. All because he made the stupid decision of stealing the money. As soon as he’d brought you home, he’d sat in the bathroom with you, taking the cloth and washing you off. You felt nasty after having his hands on you. He then had carried you to bed in one of his shirts. It had smelled like him and was comforting. 

“I’m so sorry..” He whispers, “I was an idiot.”

You sniffle, “You can’t do stupid shit like that, JJ. It always comes back around.” 

He sighs, kissing your head, “I know baby.. I know.” 

You look up at him and can see his eyes are glassy, “Look I’m okay.. don’t beat yourself up over this.” 

He looks down at you and rubs his thumb along your cheek, “They could have hurt you and it would have been my fault.” 

“yeah but you saved me.. and I didn’t get hurt. I’m fine.” 

He pulls you back against his chest, holding you close, and kissing your head, “I love you.” 

“I love you too..” 

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[gingeraleluke]

use read mores, I don't wanna scroll through your social reject vinnie hacker x reader shit while I'm trying to go through a completely different tag

aight, im gonna make this quick since this is stupid as fuck—

first off: ain’t no reason to be rude about it. calling someone’s writing ‘shit’ is just disrespectful and belittles the hours that i spend writing it.

second: if it takes more than two scrolls, i do use read more on it and my apologies if i didn’t.

third: social reject?? 😭😭 you clearly either haven’t heard of an au or didn’t actually read it but either way you have no idea what the fuck you are talking about.

fourth: i cannot imagine how bored you must have been to actually send me an anon message about a fucking ‘read more’ as if it took you hours to scroll.

fifth: different tag?? lmfao, i use very specific and accurate tags on my posts so it isn’t my fault if it shows up on your homepage, i ain’t the tumblr tag police 💀

also, don’t talk to me like i’m weird for writing about vinnie hacker when you have a tumblr account too.

you just as weird as i am, pal.

praying that you can manage the strength to scroll 😔🙏

[azulas]

Please delete this Avatar 3D gifset you made azulas(.)tumblr(.)com/post/625559515442577408 of an artist's hard work that you received NO permission at all to share captainpoe(.)tumblr(.)com/post/626723318102425600 it's very disrepectful to the artist that you did this without his permission just for notes!

:)

*sorry to my followers for even engaging in this mess, but this person has been repeatedly harassing me for some time, & even while being so problematic they still seem to have a pretty large following, which is quite worrying, so i really just had to put an end to this & speak out. this is the first & last time i will be posting anything regarding this person just fyi.*

my response to @captainpoe (+ link at the end to additional receipts):

i was very much not going to address this at all, since i already got an answer from the only person whose opinion matters in this, but i am sooo done with 'mike' or whatever the hell his real name is, so no need to be on anon since i know this is very obviously you @captainpoe , thanks to the repeated mssgs you've sent (not only me, but also friends of mine who u repeatedly harass via chat, even for things unrelated to this) so idk what ur problem is dude but LEAVE ME ALONE. you are an absolute nuisance. like something is actually wrong with you. i've ignored the mssgs you've sent even off anon (even the one that didn't have anything to do with this) so idk what doesn't click about me not wanting to interact with u, i don't follow u, never have never will, or even so much as liked a post from u, but ur a full ass grown 27 year old adult, so get a life maybe?? & stop starting shit with ppl on this dumb website that is supposed to be used for fun/relaxation & blogging about stuff u like, not creating drama with different strangers every other day. also, i find it HILARIOUS that u, especially, have the audacity to try to threaten & bully ppl into doing what u want, when like just a few weeks ago u were having to publicly apologize for using the death of naya rivera to get notes, so...who is the real problem here?? def you! i. don't. care. about. notes. but you obvi do, way too much! i'd never even heard of you until you decided to take it upon urself to police the avatar fandom (& ur not so subtle call out post that u have pinned on ur blog, which btw YOU don't have the right to decide what should/shouldn't be taken down, & that fact that ur so bent out of shape about something that isn't even urs & that the actual creator has already said he doesn't mind....u have problems dude. what he actually does mind is u threatening ppl!), & just a quick search pulls up receipts of ppl across various fandoms being absolutely done with your shit:

so i would honestly worry a lot more about the crap you post on ur own blog/have going on in ur own life, than keep trying to dictate what the rest of tumblr does. it's one thing to advocate for the removal of posts containing racism, trans/homophobia (which u yourself have posted!), cp, etc. but this is something else entirely. oh, & u seriously need to stop spam mssging ppl, everyone is ignoring u for a reason, ur ass is def getting reported, so pls don’t ever contact me again & hopefully get a new hobby :)

here is a way more in depth/detailed post summarizing everything, for anyone interested in seeing additionals reasons as to why this person is such a huge problem

original post

[sarcasticmudkip]

Hi kip can you help if it’s not too much trouble? I need to drop a hyperfixation real quick. My current hyperfixation is mcyt and after learning this stuff about dream & other content creators and despite liking some other creators i’m Not Prepared to get my heart broken or support these people. For context i like ranboo (please look up ranboo trevor project) and i was grateful for that because ive needed the trevor project’s help before. But i cant do this anymore bestie i gotta leave mcytblr

Yeah get out of there bestie, I’ve already seen the dream stans defending his trump supporting reddit account on twitter And is it weird that I’m excited to see people try to defend him on tumblr? Maybe it’s just me? Like I don’t want it to exist, but if it comes on my dash I’m gonna be laughing so hard that that’s exciting. Anyways

I’m not really an expert on this? So uh...all I can say from personal experience is that if you want get rid of your hyperfixation, just hyperfixate on something else. Pour all your energy into another fandom, I know hermitcraft is another mcyt series that isn’t problematic (to my knowledge) if you’re into that. Or it really doesn’t need to be minecraft, it could be something that you love already, now just double down on it.

And honestly, people sometimes give too much power to the word “hyperfixation.” Like obviously I’m not referring to you, because you’re trying, which is great!--but I’ll see people like “I can’t drop dsmp because I’m hyperfixated.” It’s not a magical curse, alright? It just requires more work for certain types of people, but it’s certainly not an excuse. If you don’t put in the effort to rid yourself of a fandom/content creators who made jokes about rape, blackface, police brutality, and the holocaust and more, while also supporting Notch (transphobe, white supremacist, q-anon conspirator, antisemitic) and fucking DONALD TRUMP, at that point it’s not an issue of mental illness, that’s people just actively choosing to accept these things as ok because they were too lazy to find something new.

So yeah, don’t view this as the “struggle to get rid of something you love” it’ll be a lot easier and more effective to see it as it really is, in that your removing your support for millionaire assholes who don’t give a crap about you. These bitches make like 3 million dollars a month, they won’t miss you and don’t even know you.

Sorry if this is really harsh, I’m sure there’s silver linings, like you said you like some of the things they did--but if you really want to break out of that hyperfixation you gotta just put the pedal to the metal and ignore the sympathies, block the tag, block the blogs, do everything, because they don’t deserve anything.

“Oh but Kip they’re not a cliche evil villain everyone is a human being with flaws who can change and grow and we can see the best in them--” It’s not your job to decide how bad or how good of a person these people are. You don’t know them, they don’t know you. What you do know is that if you continue to attach yourself and support them, you’re supporting their shitty ideals, and the thing you need to do is book it 180 degrees ASAP.

You don’t get a medal for sticking beside an asshole through thick and thin, and you don’t get crucified if you block someone who is maybe a decent human. I promise you that you have nothing to lose, there is worlds upon worlds of content out there that can and will satisfy you.

So when you detach from them physically by pouring your sights into a new fandom, and blocking the tag, as well as detaching emotionally be realizing that they’re a bunch of rich youtubers who will be fine without you and deserve to be called out for their mistakes, then it should be all the more easier to have that hyperfixation fade away. So take out the gasoline and get to burning, my friend

[darkshadow90]

Arthur Fleck x reader: He thinks you’re pregnant with his baby

Summary: Arthur is your neighbor. He’s delusional and thinks you’re pregnant with his baby. He shows up at your apartment and things get intense.

A/N: Hey guys. This is another request from an anon here on tumblr. They requested  a darker one shot in which Arthur is delusional and believes the reader is pregnant with his baby. He shows up at her apartment and things get tense. The reader gets scared and tries to escape. Warnings: delusional behavior, obsession, mild violence. Anon, I hope this is close to what you wanted. As for the rest of you, I hope you enjoy this 🙂

You had been living in Gotham for a few months. It was dirty, and a lot of the people weren’t very nice at all. But it was all you could afford. The apartment complex on Anderson Avenue was grimy. You wished you could live somewhere better. At least it was better than living on the streets. Most of your neighbors kept to themselves except for Arthur. You were nice to him. You weren’t an unkind person to people in general, but being nice to Arthur would make you wish you never met him.

One day some of his mail was mistakenly left at your door. You didn’t understand why it would be left there when the mailboxes were downstairs. You looked at the name of the person it was addressed to. It was Arthur, and he lived on the same floor as you. You didn’t know him well at all. Aside from brief greetings, you didn’t talk to him. He made you feel uncomfortable, so whenever you were alone talking with him, you did what you could to get away from him as quick as possible. You didn’t know why he made you feel nervous. He didn’t seem intentionally dangerous, but something about him seemed off, and it made you wary around him.

You went to Arthur’s apartment and buzzed the door. Arthur opened the door. You wished you had just left the mail at his door. “Someone put your mail at my door. I don’t see how that would happen when the mailboxes are downstairs.” He didn’t say anything. He just kept looking at you, making the situation even more awkward. “I thought I would bring it to you.” “Were you alone when you found it?” That question made you feel uncomfortable. “It doesn’t matter. Thanks for bringing it back, Y/N.” “Sure. I’ll see you around.” He nodded and closed the door.

You didn’t know, but Arthur had been thinking about you since your brief interactions. You were nice to him, always friendly. He liked that about you. He imagined the two of you in a relationship together. Over the past month and a half, when you crossed paths, he imagined going to your apartment almost every night. Since his mother passed away, he figured he didn’t need to be in his apartment alone, so he would go over to yours at night. In his mind, you always enjoyed his company. His delusion about the two of you making love was extremely vivid. It felt so real to him. He could feel your bodies touching each other. It was a precious moment he would cherish for the rest of his life. He didn’t feel the same way with anyone else the way he felt about you. You meant the world to him, and he wanted the two of you to be together. He even became convinced you were pregnant. He hadn’t seen you for at least two weeks. He thought you were afraid to tell him you were pregnant. He understood. That was when he came up with the idea to leave his mail at your door. He knew you would return it, and that was when he planned to talk to you about the baby. He was puzzled about the fact that you didn’t mention anything about the baby, but he figured you were still afraid to talk about it. So he decided to write notes to you and see if that would calm your nerves. Meanwhile in reality you were very afraid someone was stalking you. Ever since you returned Arthur’s mail, you found strange notes at your door every day you came home from work. They would say things like “I want to talk to you.”  “You don’t have to be afraid I can take care of everything.” “Please let me see you. I promise I’ll keep you safe.” The notes weren’t particularly threatening, but they still made you feel like someone was always watching you. Part of what made it so scary was you had no idea who was writing the notes so even if you called the police they wouldn’t be able to do anything since you didn’t have a name to give them.

Arthur became very worried. He didn’t understand why you weren’t responding to his notes. He didn’t know what else to do. One day while you were at work, Arthur went to your apartment. He was about to leave another note when he got an idea. He put his hand on the doorknob and turned it. He realized it was loose and didn’t lock properly. He decided to come back to your apartment after you came home from work.  He would come inside and talk to you. He would reassure you that everything would be okay, that he wasn’t upset about the pregnancy. You came home a few hours later unaware of what was about to happen.

You came home from work and jumped in the shower. You thought it would help you wind down. What you didn’t know was that Arthur had come in while you were in the shower. He closed the door behind him and waited patiently. You finished your shower and got dressed. You decided to let your hair dry naturally because you were hungry and wanted to make dinner. Letting your hair dry naturally would save time. Having wet hair never bothered you. As you were making  your way to the kitchen, you stopped dead in your tracks at what you heard. “Hi, Y/N.” You froze. You were terrified to see Arthur standing in the doorway with the door closed behind him.

At first, you couldn’t say anything. You were trying to think of something to say. “Arthur? What are you doing here? You’re...you’re in the wrong apartment.” “No I’m not. I’ve been here before.” You felt like ice shot up your spine. Had he come to your apartment without you knowing? You didn’t know what he was talking about. “Y/N, I wanted to see you. I haven’t seen you since the night we slept together. I was worried. I wrote notes to you, but you never responded. I know you’re pregnant. You don’t have to worry. I’m not upset. Everything will be okay. I’ll take care of everything and keep you safe.” That was when it dawned on you that Arthur was the person who wrote the notes. And you knew the reason behind  them. Arthur thought the two of you were in a relationship and slept together. He thought your were pregnant. You knew it wasn’t his fault. He was mentally ill, and you knew it wasn’t his fault he imagined things. But you were still scared of what he might do. He was delusional.

You were trying to figure out how to get him to leave, to make him realize the two of you barely knew each other and you weren’t pregnant. You knew he had mental health issues but you didn’t know  just how sick he was until now. “Arthur, I’m sorry. I don’t know what you’re talking about. We were never together. We barely know each other. I’m not pregnant.” You felt really bad about telling him none of it was real, but you felt  he needed to know the truth. “No. I know it happened. It was real we were together. You’re right here in front of me. I didn’t imagine you. You’re here, and that means what happened between us was real.  I killed those Wall Street pricks. No one will ever hurt you not while you’re with me.” You felt sick to your stomach.

You knew then that Arthur was dangerous.  You knew you couldn’t reason with him and you were completely afraid of him.  “Arthur I need you to leave.” “Why?” “You’re not well. You need to get some help.” “No I don’t. I feel so much better since I stopped taking my medication. Now I can keep you safe with me.” “N...no. I don’t want to go. Please leave.” You were trying not to cry. “Don’t be afraid.” But you were afraid, and you were trying not to choke from holding back your sobs. You could barely manage to catch your breath as it was getting more difficult to stop yourself from sobbing. You could barely keep your fear under control. “Please don’t...please...just leave.” Arthur suddenly grabbed you. That was when you lost all of your composure, and began screaming. “No! Let go of me! Let go!” You were shrieking at him, afraid for your life. You were screaming at the top of your lungs for help. Arthur covered your mouth to muffle your screams. He knew some of the residents in the building wouldn’t be bothered by screams, but he also knew Gotham wasn’t completely empty of kind-hearted people and some of them could be living in the building. If they heard your screams, he knew they would call the cops.

You kept screaming as tears were streaming down your face. You were completely in fight or flight mode, and you were desperately trying to get away from the danger. You were trying to get to the door, but Arthur was way too strong. You couldn’t break out of his grip. He was very strong for someone so thin. “Shhhh Y/N. It’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you.” His words weren’t getting through to you and it devastated him to see you so distraught. You tried to get to the door again, and Arthur lifted you by your waist. You kicked your feet in the air, trying to hit something that would make Arthur loosen his grip. “I’m sorry” was the last thing Arthur said before he knocked you out. He felt awful about what he did, but he was already suspected of murder by the detectives and he couldn’t risk getting caught. He picked you up and carried you out of the apartment. He convinced himself it was for your own good. There was no escaping Arthur or his love for you, that was something you came to learn with time.

@ohallthecrushes @ajokeformur-ray 

[cockasinthebird]

Dear anon, I hope this finds you. Just a month ago I wrote a rather angsty piece of Billy post-mindflayer, and you then so sweetly requested something... softer and kinder for our poor tortured boy, and it seems that Tumblr has eaten that specific message, because I cannot for the life of me find it now, and I do not have enough requests in my inbox to have it just vanish in a jumble. But here you go, from me to you, some slight fluff and happy Billy.

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“Enjoying the view, Harrington?” Billy grins.

To think that it's been over a year now. Time flew by and everything is back to normal now.

Well... as normal as can be. The Byers moved to Ohio, and from the way Nancy tells it, they're happy. There's a new chief of police, and although no one will ever compare to Hopper, he's handling it all pretty well. Dustin's currently on vacation in Utah, visiting his girlfriend, and he calls almost every day to ask for advice from Steve, who's loving every second of being a brother figure to that little dipshit. And Billy...

Billy's lying down on a sunbed by the pool. Eyes closed behind sunglasses, a knowing smile stretches out  his lips, and chest bare under the sun, scars exposed.

Steve's lying underneath a parasol they set up for him specifically, because ten minutes in the summer sun and he's as red as a lobster. He's on his side, head perched up on his hand as he stares at his boyfriend, who then tilts his head aside with a brow raised expectantly, waiting for a response.

So maybe not everything is back to normal, but Steve finds no reason to complain about the way everything is now.

“Yeah,” he says softly.

And Billy sits up, legs spread on to either side of the seat, smile growing till his lips parts with a show of teeth, and pats the empty space between his thighs.

It's been over a year now since Billy moved in. Half a year since he started letting people touch him again. Weeks since their first kiss. And Steve's heart still flutters all the same whenever Billy asks for his attention this way.

Three long steps and he's sitting down in front of Billy, at a safe distance where they're not touching yet, but close enough for him to count the numerous, subtle freckles, close enough to almost taste the sweat that rests across Billy's chest.

His chest, that's covered in deep scars several tones paler, reaching far and wide across the statuesque form of Billy Hargrove. The doctors at Hawkins Hospital had done their best to stitch up the death-defying wounds; they saved his life and helped him through recovery, but...

At first he wish they hadn't. Months that felt like years spent full of hate and shame of what's become of him now, barely a resemblance of the charming, irresistible bad boy he used to be. He feels like a husk of himself, and knows that there's no going back to the way it used to be. The way he used to be.

But maybe... maybe that's ok.

Because every single day, Steve's there, here, with Billy, a constant force of reassurance that he's worth more than his looks. That he's deserving of forgiveness. That he's... loved.

And he notices how far away Steve sits. Looks down at the gap between them, his smile slipping into something more tender and appreciative of how unwaveringly considerate his boyfriend is. Even though they've just barely started kissing and sleeping in the same bed, they've been “passively dating” for at least two months.

Holding hands in secret, cuddling on the couch, sharing milkshakes, and going to drive-in movies together. They've even attended a few dinner parties thrown by Claudia Henderson and Dustin, and everyone is always so understanding when Billy gets tired or anxious and needs to go home.

It'll take time getting used to, but they're all so patient with him, and he's sad, in a way, that this is what it took for him to find such honest happiness. Mournful of what could have been.

Grateful of what is.

Slowly, he reaches out for Steve's cheek, and the way he leans into the touch makes Billy forget everything bad in the world. He runs his thumb over those beautiful moles that dot Steve's skin, and moves in to meet those pretty lips.

“You know, they say it's rude to stare,” Billy says as he leans away again so that he can properly see all of Steve's face.

“You make it impossible not to.” He tries to meet those clear blue eyes through the sunglasses.

“Oh yeah?” There's a nervous twinge to Billy's voice at that.

He understands that Steve means it in every good way possible, but Billy's heart still beats with anxiety, so self-aware of what he looks like now. The only time he's ever shirtless is here at home, their home, free to try and become comfortable in his own skin again. An arduous journey, but one traveled hand in hand with the only person left to trust.

“Yeah,” Steve breathes and cautiously lifts his hand, asking for permission to touch.

Billy glances shortly at the hand, before meeting those honeyed eyes that shine just for him, and gives a light nod.

“You're so handsome, Billy,” his voice as light as a feather. He reaches up for the short, messy, blond curls, and runs his fingers through. “Your hair is getting long again; such gorgeous curls of gold.

A content little sigh escapes Billy, as he closes his eyes and focuses on how heavenly it feels to have Steve stroke his hair.

“You have such a strong jaw, the most perfect blue eyes, and your smile makes me weak in the knees,” he continues praising and entangling his fingers with blonde locks.

“Mmmh, Stevie,” Billy's voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me,” a gentle plea.

And Steve has no intention not to obey. He leans forward and is met with Billy halfway, lips fitting together perfectly like a puzzle, their skin made to touch one another for all of eternity in tender embraces.

Billy dares to move next, heart rampant as he scoots closer toward Steve, and feels him spread his legs around Billy's own waist, as they slot together. He pulls away from their kiss, just to wrap his arms around Steve's shoulders and hide his face in those dark locks, chests flush.

Where Steve's quick to close his arms around Billy in a tight hug, and dips down to kiss across his shoulder and up the neck. He takes a deep inhale to engrave this moment into memory forever.

“I love you,” Billy says in the most sincere way.

Because he does, he really really does, trusts him more than he trusts himself, although that shouldn't come as a shock to anyone. And he always has, there's just something about Steve that makes him believe everything's going to be good again, and he's trying so valiantly to make everything good again.

Billy feels like he owes Steve his life. Not in a bad way, like a debt to be paid, but like a promising opportunity to give him everything he deserves, and more.

Steve hums reverently. “I love you too, Billy.” And squeezes tighter.

[ateezgf]

See, I have a few problems with your post about Kingdom fans.

I will definitely admit that anon hate is especially popular on Gumblr, and I have no doubt that there are plenty of people who have been nothing but kind and respectfully critical of all performances that were getting hate for no reason.

Ut you are also making a LOT of generalizations in your post. You say "nobody is hating on the performances/groups" because you havent seen it, but there are SO many people genuinely hating on them. Some are honest and open about their hate, some veil it under the guise of neutrality but use words and tone that comes across as very negative.

I understand that your tone cannot be policed online. However, people also have the right to feel however they feel regarding the tone you used, and they also have the right to tell you about that if they feel hurt. You are in no way obligated to answer or change because of their hurt, it is your blog and your life and you are in control of it, but they have the same rights you so. If they feel like the way you speak about groups is hateful, intentional or not, they have every right to say it. (I am not referring to anon hate or hate in general when I send this: If people are not simply telling you that they are hurt by what you said and why, and are instead just sending hate right back or even saying worse things like telling people to harm themselves or sending threats then that is not okay in any fashion and I will never support those messages, but people are allowed to criticize you on what you say just as you have a right to criticize the performances)

So please just understand that you only see one side of the story, and people have a right to feel hurt and you have no right to call them "overly sensitive" for sharing that

See, I was never speaking about general Kingdom discussion in that post at all. The post itself says “all the discourse i’ve seen today.. not one group was mention by the people getting random anon hate”, which were my two friends on my dash. One of my friends had mentioned that they found the common dark theme of these stages to be boring in THEIR OWN PERSONAL PREFERENCE, which then gave them loads of unnecessary hate. After that, another friend of mine had defended them and also gave their own personal opinion as well, which then gave them A LOT of unneeded hate. The main point of my initial post was to talk about that one specific thing that spiraled from criticism against the show into personal attacks against these people & their characters. But if you wanna talk about it, then we can. 

“You say ‘nobody is hating on the performances/groups’ because you havent seen it”

I have seen PLENTY of hate. Not on here because I luckily follow a lot of multis and if they aren’t multis, they’re still very respectful. But trust me, I have seen A LOT of the hate each group is getting on twitter. And as someone who ults Ateez, I definitely see every topic of hate they get and I’ve seen the petitions to get their rankings from EP.1 dropped to a lower score. As a fan of each group (like I had stated in my post as well), I have indeed seen all the unnecessary hate. I honestly try to steer away from it since I’m not avidly watching the show like that. I’m honestly just here for the performances. BUT THAT WASN’T WHAT MY INITIAL POST WAS ABOUT. 

I am also more than aware that people’s feelings are valid and if they’re hurt, then they’re hurt. Those feelings will always be valid and I know it’s extremely hard to convey true emotions through text posts. BUT AGAIN, my initial post (which I never intended to really get rb’d or make it’s rounds around kpop tumblr) was never about Kingdom as a whole. It was about something happening with my friends. Like.. I’m going to assume you’re someone who doesn’t follow me or the people involved. Because if you did follow any of us, you would have seen the bullshit anons they were getting. I also never called anyone overly sensitive? So I don’t know why you chose to put that in quotes.. I was just saying that people should be bare bones decent and not send random hate to someone that literally did nothing. 

The specific people who were receiving the anon hate never mentioned a group. They never said anything hateful in general. All they said was “I find this common theme of the stages to be boring”, but never once was it ever directed at specific groups. It was just about the general dark themes that boy groups have a tendency to lean towards these days. I personally have no issues with this type of aesthetic, but I can see where they come from since it is their opinion. From those opinions came an absurd amount of anon hate, which I do not like. Especially towards my friends. In my initial post, I went on to talk about how Kingdom as a show and MNET as a company sucks because that was another topic of discussion. You’re right, people have the right to disagree with opinions. But why would they take it as far as telling people off and sending unneeded hate about their groups or their personal characters when they don’t know them either? The anons they got went from “I don’t like your opinion” to “You’re a terrible person, leave the site” real quick. 

So your generalization of my post saying that I am only seeing one side of the story is.. not at all what I was even talking about. Trust me, I see the hate towards the groups and I REALLY HATE IT. I know that you can’t police people online and people can’t police you online either. I also am fully aware that people will feel things that they do. However, there’s literally no reason to ever send anon hate degrading someone over an opinion that literally was doing no harm to anyone. Saying you’re bored of the same concept is like saying you don’t like a song. It isn’t that deep and these anons sending my friends hate turned it into something else. Which is why I made that post. 

So please understand that you are also seeing only one side of the story and I really hope this helps you understand that post better.