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demie90s · 6 days ago

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Hi👋🏻 don't know if ur taking requests, If not just ignore it pls. I think so much about Kate Martin being a huge simp for reader, Princess treatment, so soft and everyone knows. Like holds readers bags, buys her nice things, cute pda. But i imagine kate being an absolutly freak while having sex, super kinky and rough, like nastyyyy. And her teammates finding out when reader goes to the beach with the team and she's full of hickeys and scratches.

Nobody Knows

Kate Martin x Fem!Reader

MORE | NAVI

Summary: Everyone knows Kate Martin’s obsessed with her girl. But behind closed doors? She’s Rough, possessive, nasty. And when the team invites reader on a beach day, her secret isn’t so secret anymore.

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Humor

Word Count: ~ 3.3k

Warnings: SMUT. Public teasing, hickeys, scratching, dom!Kate, sub!reader, rough sex, aftercare, exhibitionism (implied), suggestive jokes, PDA, slight humiliation kink, choking,, marking, teasing

I don’t need her to do any of it. I could hold my own bag. I could open my own doors, order my own food, tie my own shoes. I’m fully capable. Two hands, fully functional brain, edges intact. I got this.

But will I ever stop her from doing it for me? Hell no.

Because the way Kate spoils me? That’s content. That’s bragging rights. That’s soft-launch-me-on-your-story-and-let-everybody-know-I’m-loved type treatment.

I brag when she does stuff for me, and I don’t even try to be humble about it. I post it. I caption it. I narrate it like I’m hosting a luxury lifestyle vlog.

She likes it. Being bragged about. Likes that I’ll turn a coffee run into a red carpet moment. Likes that I kiss her like a thank you and tease her like she’s a personal assistant.

“Princess behavior,” I say all the time, sliding my shades down dramatically while she adjusts the straps on my bag. “You see this? Mhmmm clock it.”

One time she bought me flowers just ‘cause I sighed too hard during a Target run. Said it was a “your aura dimmed for a second” emergency.

Another time I jokingly said I wanted a pink standing fan I saw on TikTok. I said it once. In passing. While scrolling.

A week later that exact fan showed up at my door. Still in the box. With a note that said, “Don’t let the heat dull your shine.” She’s ridiculous. And I kissed her for it. Every time.

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We’ll be walking through the parking lot, her hand full with my purse, her other hand holding mine, and I’ll see people seeing it. Like, “Damn, she really carrying all them bags?”

I just smile real slow. Pull her closer. Kiss her cheek obnoxiously loud and go, “Thank you, baby.” She always grins, every time, like I just gave her an award.

“You’re gonna make me blush,” she mutters, squeezing my hand.

“You like when I brag about you,” I say, smirking. She shrugs, pretending to play it cool. “Maybe.”

And then I’m like, “Yeah? Then hold my drink too.” She takes it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Listen, she doesn’t just do the little things. She does the most. For fun. Just because she can.

Like we were going to a team dinner once and I wore this silk mini dress. Nothing too wild, just a lil cleavage and a lotta legs.

I step out the car, and boom, she’s already behind me adjusting my straps, pulling my jacket over my shoulders, whispering, “You tryna get me in trouble tonight?”

I just laugh, swinging my purse into her hands. She catches it, naturally. Doesn’t even react. “You want me to hold this?”

“I want you to wear it, actually,” I tease, grinning.

She loops it over her shoulder and deadpans, “Do I look cute?”

I step back, nod slow, and go, “Gorgeous.” The waiter held the door open while we were still in our bit. I’m not even sure he blinked.

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At brunch, I don’t even touch my menu. I just glance over it, close it, and sip my mimosa like I’m above decision-making. Kate already knows the three things I might want. She orders for me.

When the server leaves, I lean into her ear, kiss her jaw slow, and say, “You’re so good to me.”

She melts. Every. Single. Time.

“You keep kissing me like that, I’m gonna start packing snacks in your purse too.”

“Please do. I’m a delicate flower.”

“You’re a gremlin.” She tries to act annoyed, but she’s grinning like a goof, sliding her hand over my thigh under the table like she can’t help it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

People ask us all the time if we’re, like, “serious.”

As if the softest, sappiest PDA ever doesn’t scream “this is endgame.” I posted a photo once, Kate zipping up my boot while I stood on one leg like a spoiled housewife. The caption was, “Wouldn’t catch me doing this for anybody but her.”

Kate reposted it with “And I’d do it again.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The first time she got me jewelry, I cried. Literally Balling.

It was just a simple bracelet, gold, dainty, my initials in tiny cursive. But she saw me eye one just like it in a shop window, and the next week, there it was. On my pillow.

Not in a box. Not wrapped. Just sitting there. Like a love note you leave on the counter.

“I saw how you looked at it,” she’d said, like it was nothing.

I wore it every day for three weeks and kissed her like I was trying to say thank you in every language at once. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Now we’re in the store, and I don’t even pretend to carry anything. I try on jackets and hold them out. She takes them, folds them over her arm like she’s a personal stylist, kisses my temple while I look in the mirror.

“You look good in that one,” she says. “Like…dangerously good.”

I pout. “But do I need it?”

“You never need anything,” she shrugs, pulling her card out. “But I like when you smile like that.” I kiss her. Right there in the aisle. Long and soft, hands cupping her face. She hums into it like I gave her oxygen.

“You did so good, baby,” I whisper. “You deserve a treat.”

She licks her lips. “Is this the treat?”

I grin. “You want more?”

She’s already leaning in. “Yes.”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

We go back to the car and she opens the door for me, tucks me in like I’m glass. Seatbelt check, air conditioning perfect, playlist loaded. She runs around to the driver’s side and I wait, patient, arms crossed.

She gets in and looks at me, confused. “What?”

“You forgot something.”

She pauses. Then, slowly, she leans over, kisses me sweet, and says, “Better?”

I nod. “Much.”

Oh how I love my life.

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She spoils me for no reason. Not because I ask. Not because I expect it. But because I kiss her when she does. Because I talk about her like she invented love. Because I post her. Brag about her. Praise her. Loud.

And because, deep down, under all her chill, Kate Martin is a hopeless simp with a soft spot for the brat who rewards her with glitter gloss kisses and “thank you, baby” moans in her ear.

Maybe I don’t need the princess treatment. But I love it.

And she loves me. Which means I’ll never carry another bag again in my life.

Kate doesn’t fuck on weekdays. She fucks on weekends. Like her body’s been in a cage all week and I’m the only way she knows how to get out.

She doesn’t say it. She doesn’t have to. I know it by how she’s looking at me the second I walk into the room on Friday, eyes low, arms crossed, tongue pressing against her cheek like I’m already naked and she’s trying not to drag me upstairs by the throat.

I mouth off a little. On purpose. Something smart. Something bratty. I call her soft. She just turns, slow, and locks the bedroom door behind me like she’s closing a vault.

“You’re cute,” she says, cracking her neck, walking toward me. I already know.

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The first slap is her hand on my throat. Not hard. Not choking. Just… there. Claimed. My breath catches. My thighs betray me.

“You got somethin’ else to say?” she asks, pressing me against the wall. Her voice is calm, polite. But I feel it in my chest.

I don’t say shit. Not a word. My lungs can’t keep up and her knee’s already between my legs, pressing up, tilting my hips forward.

She smiles. “Great.”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When Kate fucks, it’s not just physical, it’s execution. She’s trained for this. Stamina. Power. Control. It’s in her form. Her grip. The way she pins my wrists above my head while she bites down my chest like it’s her last meal.

Her voice doesn’t even raise. That’s the worst part.

“You wanted attention,” she murmurs, sliding the harness into place. “Now take it.”

The first stroke is deep. Too deep. I choke on my own breath, arching up, mouth falling open without a sound.

Eyes back. Lungs frozen. That blank, gone face, she lives for it.

“There she is,” she whispers, pace slow and mean. “Go ahead, let it happen.” I can’t moan. Can’t even gasp. Just twitch. My toes curl hard. My legs shake too early.

“Already?” she teases. “I haven’t even started.”

She stretches me out with her strap, slow but deep, gripping my thighs so tight it borders on bruising. But it’s not about pain. Not really. It’s about pressure. About knowing I can take it, and giving me everything because I deserve it.

“You earned this,” she grits, hips rolling, slow and brutal. “All week. You were so good, baby. Look at you. You’re so pretty.” I moan something unintelligible, nails dragging down her back, and that’s when she loses it.

“Oh my God..you feel that?” she pants, hips snapping faster. “Fuck.”

I do because I can’t not. I have to hold onto something. Right now, her back’s the only thing I trust. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She holds my hips down with one hand and fucks into me.

Full stroke. No mercy. She watches my body roll up with each thrust, watches my fingers claw the sheets, eyes glazed and mouth open like I’m halfway to death.

“Look at you,” she growls, sweat dripping down her chest. “So pretty when you take it.” I cry out, half sob, half moan, but she doesn’t let up. My legs start shaking again and she smiles.

“There’s my good girl.”

She doesn’t break rhythm. Doesn’t check in. Doesn’t slow down. This isn’t “make love.” This is take it.

The way she’s fucking me I don’t even feel like a person anymore. Just heat. Just muscle. Just twitching limbs and breathless gasps and my voice catching in my throat like it’s scared to come out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She fucks me like she’s trying to etch her name into every nerve I’ve got. Like her strap is her signature. And My body is the only thing she’s ever wanted to write on.

I arch up, crying out, and she grabs my throat, not hard, just there, like an anchor, and moans.

“You’re mine,” she says it so sweet, like she’s complimenting my outfit. Like she’s not buried inside me, making me sob into her neck. “No one else gets you like this. No one ever will.”

I nod, tears sliding into my hair. “Yours. Yours, I swear—”

“Yeah?” Her voice cracks, but she doesn’t stop. “Say it again, baby. Say it like you mean it.”

“Yours,” I cry, digging my nails deeper, thighs trembling.

“Fuck,” she chokes out. “Thank you.”

Like I did something for her. Like she’s not the one rearranging my entire soul.

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“Give it to me,” she says, soft. Way too soft for the way her hips are slamming into mine.

“You wanted this, right?”

I nod. Barely. She slaps my face.

“Use your fucking words.”

“Yes,” I breathe, voice shredded. “Yes, please, please—”

“That’s better.”

Because this isn’t just sex with her. It’s a performance. A ceremony. A damn love letter in thrusts and pressure and sweat. She’s focused. Controlled. Polite in the nastiest ways.

“You’re taking me so good, baby,” she coos, voice shaking. “So fucking good. I’m never gonna get over you.”

When I cum, it’s violent. No build up. No warning.

My whole body locks, arms tight, legs kicked up, back arched so high it hurts.

She fucks through it. One hand gripping my throat, the other pressing the base in deeper with every roll of her hips.

I’m whining now. Not talking. Not begging. Just shaking, fingers spasming against the sheets.

“Take it,” she whispers. “You can take it.”

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She leans over, grabs my jaw, and spits in my mouth. I swallow on instinct. She hums in approval. (I like the freaky)

“See?” she murmurs, dragging her teeth along my jaw. “Knew you’d behave.”

I try to breathe. Try to say something. But then her hand finds my clit. Two fingers, slow circles. Just enough to make my stomach flip and my vision fade. I jolt, almost sobbing.

“Please—” She kisses my cheek.

“Good girls don’t tell me when to stop.”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My second orgasm is messy. Ugly. Legs wide, throat dry, my moans breaking apart in my mouth like static. Her eyes don’t leave mine. Not once. She watches me fall apart like it’s art.

Like I’m a performance she paid to see front row. Like the messier I get, the harder she strokes.

“That’s mine. That’s for me.” She pants, voice tight.

At some point I’m crying. Not sad. Not in pain. Just, overwhelmed. Body broken open. Muscles gone. Hands shaking like I’ve been electrocuted.

She grips my thighs, pulls me back onto her like I owe her something.

“You look better like this,” she murmurs.

When I moan her name, cracked and high and fucked out, she grabs my throat again and says, “That’s right. Say it again.”

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We lose track of time. I cum again. And again. Maybe four times. Maybe more. At one point, my legs go numb. I feel her grabbing them, folding me up, splitting me open.

My back’s scratched up. Her abs are streaked with sweat. My lips are bitten raw. And all she says is

“You earned this.” Like it’s praise.

Like this is her gift.

When she finally pulls out, my body drops back to the bed like I’ve been held up by nothing but her. My thighs are soaked. My chest is heaving. My hand’s still twitching. She kisses my forehead. Just once.

“Breathe,” she says, like I forgot how. I whimper. Try to move. I can’t. She just smiles.

“Good,” she whispers, brushing her fingers over my thigh. “Stay like that.”

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This is why Kate waits ‘til the weekend. Because this is her way of loving me. Not with roses. Not with poems. But with dominance. With discipline. With fucking devotion.

She doesn’t say “I love you” during sex. She says it with every stroke that knocks my soul out my chest.

She says it when I’m limp and ruined and too far gone to say anything but her name.

And she never comes first. She doesn’t need to. Because watching me like this, used, shaking, silent.

That’s what gets her off.

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She pulls my leg over her hip like I’m not boneless and dead. Then she kisses lower. Chest. Sternum. Ribs. The underside of my tit, soft at first, then bite.

I yelp. She laughs.

“Mm,” she hums, eyes flicking up to mine. “There she go. Got a little sound left after all.”

Her fingers find my thigh next, nails dragging across the curve slow, then her mouth follows.

Right where it’s soft and sensitive. Right where I can’t hide it if I wear shorts tomorrow. She kisses it. Bites down again.

I jerk. “Kate—”

“Shh.” She presses her hand to my mouth, not rough, just there. Like a soft command. “Take it.”

Another hickey. This one deeper. Longer. Then she pulls her hand back and kisses me. Deep. Tongue lazy. Like she’s putting the rest of her love on my tongue.

“You deserve to be worn out and marked up,” she murmurs, dragging her thumb across my bottom lip.

If I had the strength to talk back, I’d still let her win.

I told Kate she was doing too much. Not in that fake-ass, playful “you’re so dramatic” tone either. I mean real, government voice level serious.

When I looked in the mirror this morning and saw the ocean of hickeys across her chest? The scratches on her back? My teeth marks on her fucking hipbone?

Yeah. Somebody should’ve stopped her. Maybe the Lord. But she didn’t look guilty. She looked satisfied.

T-shirt slung over one shoulder. Shorts. Tan lines and pride. Her eyes gleaming like she knew exactly what she did. Meanwhile, I’m the one walking like my bones forgot how to stack.

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We were supposed to be meeting her teammates at the beach. Just a casual day. Sand, sun, vibes. You know, normal couple shit.

Now it’s giving post-war veteran and her surviving victim.

Kate steps out of the car with a smoothie in one hand and the most smug, satisfied walk I’ve ever seen.

Me, the dumbass who said “yes” to round four and then climbed her like a tree, can barely make it across the damn parking lot.

“You good?” she smirks, sliding her shades down.

“You know I’m not,” I hiss, trying to adjust my bikini bottom discreetly. “I got humbled on a cellular level.”

She licks her lips, eyes dark. “You said thank you three times.” I throw my towel at her head.

The second we step onto the sand, I feel the shift. The girls notice. Of course they do. Athletes are observant. Nosey. Petty. We’re not even five feet from the chairs before Sydney lets out a loud-ass, “Daaaamn, Kate!”

I keep walking. Head high. Pussy sore. Unapologetic. Kate, on the other hand, freezes. She turns, sunglasses still low, trying to play it cool, but her neck is done.

A red constellation of kisses, bite marks, faint bruises crawling down her collarbone like I was writing a map to heaven on her skin.

Don’t even get me started on the back. I saw it in the mirror. I did that. Ten full finger-length scratches. One diagonal across her spine.

“Rough night?” Kelsey snorts, sipping a Gatorade like she’s not waiting for details.

Kate clears her throat. “Mind your business.”

“Oh, it is my business,” she cackles. “You came out here lookin’ like a chew toy.”

I’m already at the umbrella, setting our shit down, pretending not to hear. But I feel Kate’s eyes on me.

Burning. Dragging down my legs like she’s got x-ray vision and PTSD from last night.

“You’re walking fast,” she murmurs when she catches up.

“I’m trying to keep the breeze off my situation.”

She leans in, whispering against my ear: “You’re welcome.”

I swat her away before my knees give out on impact.

The towel hits the sand and I lay down real slow, biting back the wince when my thighs shift. Kate tosses the sunscreen next to me and drops to her knees like a damn altar boy.

When her hands hit my back, the whole team notices.

It’s not casual. Not friendly. It’s her rubbing lotion into my shoulders like she owns me. Like she’s calming me down from something feral.

“You okay?” she whispers against my ear.

I hum, stretching out. “I’ll survive. I just might need to ice my soul.”

Sydney passes behind us and laughs out loud. “Yo, you’re not even gonna deny it?”

“Deny what?” Kate calls out, smug still stuck to her face.

“That you got your back clawed up like a horror movie.”

Kate shrugs, smooth as ever. “She gets enthusiastic…You were begging for it.” Silence. Only lasted for a second..

Aja screams. A water bottle flies across the sand. Somebody drops their sandwich. Kate smirks, rubbing sunscreen into the top of my thigh now.

Her voice low. “You liked making that a competition?”

I suck my teeth, biting my smile. “You liked losing?” Her nails press a little deeper.

“So bold’,” she murmurs. “See what happens after this.”

The jokes last all day. My girl can’t catch a break. Every time she leans back or reaches for something, the marks show. I made sure of it.

If I have to walk around sore and starving, the least she can do is look claimed in public.

“They look fresh,” someone mumbles behind their shades.

“She proud as hell,” another says.

She is. Kate doesn’t shrink. She laughs. Kisses me. Pulls me into her lap while we eat fruits like she didn’t have me crying into the sheets twelve hours ago.

It’s not embarrassing. Not to me. That’s my work. She’s just walking proof.

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cuteandhughesy · 6 months ago

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I’m Talking Nonsense╰┈➤ MR96

summary: everyone in the avalanche social media room knows that getting mikko rantanen to participate in content was a lost cause—that is until you showed up.

[word count] 4.3k

a/n: okay…so obviously I started writing this before the trade—because nobody in their right mind was expecting mikko to get traded. but I digress, anyways! I originally wanted to post this on valentine’s day but in this moment of sadness, I knew all the mikko girls (myself included) needed this pick me up ❤️ to all you liking my old mikko fic—I see yall and we got this.

🎵 nonsense by sabrina carpenter

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mikko rantanen didn't hate social media — actually, no he did hate it. the finnish native always knew it to be invasive and impersonal, and he'd rather not have to look at fake happy, posed pictures and videos that make his life feel less than. and that's coming for a guy living as a professional athlete.

so when tiktok started gaining more traction and other nhl teams were making accounts for their respective teams—mikko was dreading it. he thought there was a level of privacy that should be respected, and having a camera shoved in your face is totally breaching boundaries. the thought of the avalanche making an account was just not something he wanted.

after a shitty practice—hell even a good practice—the last thing he wanted was to be asked if he thought he could land a plane, or if he believes in aliens...mikko just wanted to go home.

and mikko understands that the social admin was simply doing their jobs, but he couldn't help but fill with irritation anytime they'd approach him with the phone and mini-microphone and/or question cup. it was the quickest way to piss him off.

it didn't help that the avalanche fans were always in the comments asking about his noticeable absence. they wanted to see more of their assistant captain outside of gruelling post-game interviews and game highlights—they wanted the real and fun side of mikko they very rarely had the chance of seeing.

but that didn't change mikko's opinion of social media—he'd avoid the admin team at any costs, especially when he saw that stupid tiktok phone and various props he knew he'd hate to use.

that is, until you showed up.

the first time mikko saw you—standing behind the usual admin suspects with a nervous gaze and fiddling hands—he didn't think much of it. sure, you were pretty, but mikko thinks a lot of girls are pretty.

but then as the months past and your surprisingly warm and bubbly personality began peeking through your hard exterior shell, mikko begin feeling intrigued. you are always smiling, even if someone is giving you a hard time—when he is giving you a hard time—and you're constantly trying to bond with the players. you remember who these athletes are at their core—human, which a lot of people in your job description seem to forget.

the team quickly grew fond of you, and when they saw it was you in the hallway with a cup of questions, or in their locker room with that stupid tiny microphone—the energy would shift. that's just how you are though—vibrant and welcoming, and the guys feed off that energy and turn into a fun group of giddy boys.

even nathan mackinnon, who was almost as turned off by social media as mikko, enjoyed your company, doing silly things for tiktok's he'd never even dreamed of.

it had mikko's own exterior beginning to crack. before he'd be more apprehensive to the idea of participating in social media trends he had no clue about, but you and your grin had him changing.

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lina, your co-worker looks at you over the top of her laptop, analyzing your soft face as you work on your own computer—editing a tiktok that needed to go up today. you're left with very minimal time, as the avalanche practice finishes in 5 minutes. which means in 15 you both have to head down for some more content.

it's the third time in the past minute lina as looked at you—you can feel her eyes burning through the middle of your forehead. slowly, your eyes trial up and meet hers, a questioning pull to your furrowed eyebrows. "you okay?"

she huffs—not in annoyance or impatience, but rather curiosity. lina flicks her red hair over her shoulder, and then crosses her arms—her gaze never leaving yours. "i'm trying to figure out how you do it."

you're even more confused now. "do what?"

lina snorts like it's obvious. "you've been here five months, y/n. it's been five months of watching you work with the guys and more specifically, getting mikko to work with you."

your lips contort into a confused pout—any more confusion and your head will begin to pound. you're not sure what lina is trying to imply, because as far as you know all the guys on the avs are extremely good with you and have never given you a hard time—that's just how they are...right?

"mikko is great." you hum dismissively, your fingers resuming their place on your keyboard as you continue the code in your side bar to enable the audio change in the clip—attempting to remove ross' loud voice from the background so you can better hear cale's answer.

"that's the thing," lina starts, eyes full of amusement as she leans over the table. "he's really not."

you pause. "what?"

"before you showed up, mikko was always turning a blind eye to me and nick. if we even attempted to talk to him the way you do—well, it never ended how we wanted it to." her face contorts as if she's reliving it.

one of your brows raise in question. "did he like...sentence you to a guillotine or something?"

lina disapproves of your humorous tone, sending you daggers across the meeting room table. she shuts her laptop, resting her elbow atop the logo as she puts her chin in her palm. "ha ha."

satisfied with her pointed response, you get back to work. but, lina isn't done. "he hates this kind of stuff."

"no he doesn't," you retort quickly. "mikko seems happy when I have questions for him. in fact, yesterday he came over to me and asked for one—said something about how they 'make his day bright'" you mimic mikko's deep accent to the best of your abilities, but you sound more like a drowning troll rather than the 6"4 winger.

lina's eyes widen comically—she can't believe what's she's hearing. "anytime I even point the phone in his direction he scowls and walks away. so what are you doing to get him to cooperate?" she eyes you quizzically for a moment before a devious lightbulb goes off in her head, expression morphing into a playful, teasing one. "are you fucking him?"

you squeak, and your cheeks heat up to an undeniable level of embarrassment. "no!" and it's true—of course you're not sleeping with mikko.

she raises her hands in surrender, but her smile doesn't let up. "I wouldn't blame you if you were, y/n. he's hot—like stupid hot."

"okay," you huff, covering your burning cheeks with your hands. "maybe you should sleep with him then."

lina snorts. "trust me—if I could get near him I would."

"you know," you start, "I really don't think what you're saying is true. maybe mikko didn't like it in the past, but I think he's changed his option on the social media stuff."

she raises her brow—almost challengingly. "think so?"

"yup." you hum.

"let's test it, then." lina chimes. "today i'll go up to mikko first, and ill do exactly what you would do when approaching him. and when he sends me away—which he will—then you'll go up to him, and we'll see what happens."

it's tempting—mostly because you're certain there won't be a difference in the way mikko acts towards you then he does lina. sure, mikko isn't always the most sunshine and rainbows when it comes to his personality, but he's always been compliant with you.

so although he's broody and definitely not in love with the idea of having a camera in his face—you're sure he's not going to turn lina away.

"you're on."

it's not 5 minutes later you're both packing up your respective things, preparing to make your way down to the locker room where the guys are surly anticipating your and lina's arrival.

the room is bustling with people—half dressed hockey players and pressing reporters fill the locker room, which creates a slightly hectic environment—but you're used to it by now. so neither of you seem suspicious, you ask a few of the other avs players your selected questions for the day. questions you and lina had argued about for the entire morning—she thought most of them were stupid, you thought they were was hilarious.

plus, the reporters are still swarmed around mikko's stall—the finnish native standing in the middle with a deadpanned look on his face, barley listening to them as they ask the same repetitive questions as usual.

you and lina get some good content from ross colton and josh manson, both players giving you ridiculous and enthusiastic responses to the absurd questions you'd earlier shoved in the alumni silver cup.

lina's mischievous look is back as the sea of middle aged reporters move onto their next victim—cale makar—leaving mikko by his lonesome. "i'll be back." before you can react, she plucks the phone out of your hands, effortlessly making her way through the room until she's in front of mikko.

you strain your ears, but it's no use as the chatter in the locker room is too overpowering, and you're unable to hear lina or mikko. miles wood gives you an odd look—eyeing the way you stand ridged beside his stall, gnawing your thumb as you watch lina talk to the blonde winger—but you don’t notice.

it's only a moment before lina turns around, her grin even wider than it was before as she makes her way back towards you. "your turn." she chimes, thrusting the phone back in your palms.

"what happened?" you question.

lina raises one her brows, pushing you in the direction of mikko's stall. "he didn't want to answer anymore questions."

"okay," you draw. "so maybe I shouldn't go over there."

lina continues guiding you in his general direction. "no it's actually exactly why you should go over there."

you don't get to argue any further as you're suddenly right in front of mikko—almost too close, and if you take another step towards him you're thighs will bump his knees.

speaking of thighs—mikko's are on full display. the huge, muscle carved limbs spread wide as he manspreads in his stall. the expanse of smooth, hard skin making you feel flustered and suddenly intrigued. your eyes flicker upwards, finding the icy blue ones of mikko looking back at you.

you swallow, a heat rising to your cheeks. "hi, mikko."

"hi, y/n." he says your name playfully, the faintest smile pulling at his lips. "you okay?"

you nod too quickly and immediately curse yourself for acting so uncool. you've never been this nervous around any of the avs, especially not mikko, but lina's comments about his looks earlier are lingering in your mind—leaving you flustered.

because obviously you are aware mikko is hot, but now you can't help but be really aware of the fact. damn lina.

"yeah," you clear your throat, clutching the cellphone tightly in your hand. "I was actually just wondering if you'd answer a question for tiktok? for me? promise it'll be quick."

his eyes flicker over your warm, hopeful face, and after a beat he sighs gently, a quick nod following. "yeah I can do that for you."

you can't help the way your eyes widen at his agreement. mikko seems oblivious to your shocked state, removing his remaining elbow pad and tossing it towards the back of his messy stall.

you catch a whiff of his intoxicating scent, and even with the sweat lingering across his forehead and soaking his branded undershirt, mikko smells so good. he's always been enveloped in a cloud of clean laundry and something slightly woodsy, and even though you're extremely professional, it never fails to make you falter.

you clear your throat and your head. "really?"

mikko runs the damp towel previously hung around his neck through his messy curls, making the appearance of them even more fluffy and soft. his eyes twinkle with amusement, a matching half smile blossoming on his lips. "yeah, really. why do you sound shocked?"

you make a tiny noise of confusion in the back of your throat, shooting a glance to lina over your shoulder. she sends you a triumphant look, brow raised like she knew that she was right.

she is right.

you look back at mikko quickly, "I just thought..." you trail off, brows pulling tightly as you think about the excuse he gave to lina—you're so confused. you've never noticed before if mikko had a certain favouritism towards you over lina, or even nick. I mean, you never paid attention to anything like that—but now you feel like you should be more aware, because this doesn't make sense.

"you thought..?" mikko raises one eyebrow, waiting for the second half of your sentence.

"nothing." you blink quickly, adjusting the phone in your hand. "sorry, let's just get to it."

you're still in some sort of shock for the rest of the day—the pieces of the puzzle in your mind loose and turned upside down as you try and understand mikko's dismissal of lina, or better yet, his compliance with you.

it had you further trying to solve the mystery. does mikko just prefer you? does he like your voice over your co-workers? maybe you smell like his favourite desert? does he like you? does mikko want to fuck you?

you're not sure where to pinpoint the source, but you're also determined to find the answer. with some help for lina, and even a little input from nick, you conjure up a plan—which lina finds the upmost entertainment in.

but you mean nothing but business. for the next few weeks it's only you who works with mikko rantanen—it's you asking him questions and having him participate in stupid games. and without fail, every single time you ask him, mikko complies.

so you get crazier with it. whether it's a questions about my little pony—a show mikko has never even heard of—or having him lift you onto his shoulder while a sabrina carpenter song plays through the tiktok recording—he is participating without complaining.

every. single. time.

it has your good friends, but ever so annoying colleagues theorizing.

"maybe he's got a thing for girls with her hair colour? can't resist them." nick chimes, sipping some piping hot coffee from an avalanche branded mug.

you roll your eyes, pulling open the microwave to grab your shitty frozen meal.

lina's laugh echos through the staff room, "mhmm...or maybe her eye colour." she sends you a teasing look before slurping some saucy noddles up into her mouth.

before you can respond nick pipes up again, "he definitely wants in her pants."

you take a seat beside lina—across from your male coworker—and send them both a slightly amused, but deadpanned look. "are you guys done?"

despite your attitude towards them, you can't help but wonder if their theories are correct. sure, mikko seems sweet enough—towards you anyways—but with the way you're barley pushing him into participating in stupid little tiktok's, has you pondering. mikko is nice...but not that nice.

is he just trying to get into your pants? and then forgot about you? the thought has you feeling angry, because you're not just some girl who he can treat nicely until he gets what he wants—absolutely not. and you're not going to let him treat you like a fool, just because he wants his dick wet.

the following day you’re determined to get answers and put your mind at ease. you like mikko—he’s a great guy—but you don’t want to feel like you’re being used. there was a team meeting and breakfast today, without the pressure of practice or a game—essentially an off day for the guys.

as the chaos of the dining room begins clearing out, only a few lingering athletes and staff members at some of the tables, you make your way across the room with a determined step, looking for mikko.

you catch the broad expanse of his back and blonde hair sticking out from underneath his beanie just as he slips out the door. you grumble to yourself, speeding up in hopes to catch him before he leaves the facility.

pushing open the rather heavy door to the hallway, you’re immediately greeted by his familiar laugh and gabe landeskogs smooth voice—spewing some dad joke that only mikko would find funny.

before you can sike yourself out, you march up to the two european teammates. “rantanen, I need to talk to you.”

they pause in their slow steps, conversation halting abruptly as both men turn to look at you. the sight of your hard expression and pointed gaze has mikko swallowing roughly, eyeing you with confusion.

gabe snickers quietly, the sound missing your ears, and pats mikko’s shoulder sympathetically. “last name, huh? good luck.” with that the avalanche captain stalks off, disappearing down the quiet hallway.

you cross your arms defensively, looking up—way up—at him, tone rough and determined. “are you trying to fuck me or something?”

“whoa whoa, just hold on a second.” mikko’s eyes widen, looking around the hallways quickly to ensure you were alone. even though he doesn’t see any physical bodies, mikko can’t be too sure—especially when he can sense the conversation is going in a direction that doesn’t need to be overheard.

he gently takes ahold of your wrist, guiding you towards the open meeting room directly across from the kitchen. the censor lights flicker alive as you step into the empty, quiet room—illuminating the once dark space.

mikko lets go of your arm, shutting the door with a soft click before turning back to you. he analyzes your face, eyes flickering over your still pointed eyes and the angry pull to your mouth. confused, he steps towards you. “are you joking with me?”

you raise your brows. “do I look like i'm joking with you, mikko?”

he shakes his head gently, like he’s trying to come up with a reason for your sudden coldness—you’ve never acted this way around him, and seeing you so irritated is rather strange. “why are you asking me that?”

he’s referring to the first question you’d asked him—rather angrily may he add. mikko is unsure what brought on the rather sexual outburst of a question, only because it’s so unlike you. in fact, one time ross colton tried to make a sexual innuendo with you, and you just about turned the colour of a ripe apple.

mikko thinks he must’ve done something—or said something to make you not only think like that, but ask him about—without so much as a blush on your face. you were serious.

you cross your arms again, defensive walls still built high. clearing your throat, you look away from mikko and towards the navy blue patterned rug covering the floor. “ why are you so nice to me?”

you practically whisper, timidly running your foot along the worn out carpet.

mikko blinks. “what?” he’s even more confused now—because why wouldn’t he be nice to you. you’re sweet, and respectful, and funny, and beautiful, and you’re you.

you meet his eyes again, expect this time there’s more emotion swimming in them, and you’re slowly coming down of your flurry of anger—left with fear and your own confusion. “like..,” you start unsure, “you only do the media stuff when i'm the one asking you to. are you only being nice to me so that like, you'll get in my pants?”

you’re right, he thinks. he only does media when you ask, but it’s not because he suddenly wants to if you’re the one asking, it’s because he can’t say no to you. mikko never wants to see you sad—he never wants to see the current look on your face when he can help it.

mikko shakes his head, slow and steady. “no. that's not why i'm nice to you.”

“no?” you parrot, the tiniest hint of disbelief in your tone.

“no.” mikko repeats firmly. “i'm nice to you because I like you.”

“like as a friend?” you gulp, arms falling to your sides as you’re no longer strong enough to hold them around yourself.

mikko doesn’t see the point of hiding his true feelings any longer. the thought of you thinking he had ulterior motives with his kindness literally makes his stomach hurt, and he can’t have you believing he’s trying to use you for his own benefit.

so with a gentle sigh, he takes another step closer to you, eyes softening as he takes in your hesitant gaze and red cheeks. “more than a friend.” mikko admits gently.

your face falls, “oh.” you’re in some sort of shock, looking up at the winger with parted lips and wide eyes. the way mikko is looking at you, so raw and real, has any lingering hesitance falling away, and your expression quickly shifts.

“yeah, oh.” the corner of mikko’s plump lip slides upwards, the beginning stages of a lopsided smirk growing on his flushing face.

he reaches towards you, slowly, hands enveloping the sides of your head as he holds you in his palms. mikko’s hands are so warm and big, completely covering your cheeks and ears—the feeling itself has you turned on.

your breath hitches as mikko’s rough thumbs begin running over your cheekbones, stroking your warm skin absentmindedly.

his tongue licks along his bottom lip, moistening the skin slowly. mikko swallows gently, not once taking his gaze off your flustered face. “but like, just so there’s no confusion, I would eat you out on the table until you’re crying if that’s what you wanted.”

you inhale sharply, stomach dropping with excitement and adrenaline. your body flutters at his words, “mikko.” you whine in a whisper, hands reaching out and resting against his hard pecks. you have no control of your hands, the need to feel him under your palms too strong. you begin running over his covered chest, his muscles tightening and nipples hardening under your deliberate touches.

mikko huffs shakily before he comes down, kissing you with as much passion he can manage. his lips are surprisingly soft and smooth, enclosing and teasing yours in a messy, hard way. the feeling has your stomach swooping further, toes curling in your shoes as the kiss grows harder—needier.

suddenly, mikko’s hands run down your body, passing over your ass with a firm squeeze. you moan into his mouth as his hands find the backs of your thighs, picking you up.

you gasp as he lifts you effortlessly, sitting you on the table like it’s nothing—mikko smirks at the sound you make, and he can’t help the way his dick twitches in his pants. his wet lips trail off your mouth, travelling over your jaw and down your neck where he continues giving you hot, and hurried kisses.

reluctantly, your eyes flutter open, running a hand under mikko’s beanie, gripping the base of his hair between your trembling fingers. “we can get in a lot of trouble for this.” you breathe.

despite your words, your hips rolls against his hardening length, your cores at the perfect angle with you sitting on the table to grinding together deliciously.

mikko pulls back, eyes glazed with lust as he grins. “I know. so we'll just have to be sneaky.” his words are husky, sending your blood pumping and head swirling with need.

he leans back in, giving you another eye rolling kiss. you push his hat off his head completely, giving yourself free reign of his messy curls, tugging the blonde strands as your heart desires.

mikko pulls you closer on the tabletop, further bumping your clothed heat against his. his large hands slide underneath the back of your top, running over your spine and fiddling with the edge of your lacy bralette.

you sigh trembly, disconnecting the kiss. “i'll have to stop asking you questions though. because now I really won't be able to control myself around you.”

the admission has mikko smirking, biting his lip seductively. one of his hands round to your front, groping your tit over your bra. “I turn you on baby?” he already knew the answer to his question—your hardened nipples and shifting hips giving him all the information he needs.

you laugh through a breathless exhale, and you gently hit his shoulder. “be serious. you'll have to tolerate lina, and start saying yes when she asks you to do things.”

“no promises.” he chimes playfully, hands running back down your torso—leaving goosebumps in their wake.

you give him a soft, serene smile, which as mikko following suit—looking at you the way he always has. “I really like you, mikko.” you admit gently, one of your hands running over his building bicep before sliding around to rest on his shoulder blade.

for a moment, his smile remains admirable, looking down at you like you’re the only thing that has ever mattered. mikko has been dreaming of the day you say those words, and actually hearing you speak them is just otherworldly.

but because he’s a boy, and you’re his dream girl with his spit coating your plump lips—he can’t help himself. mikko’s hand rounds to your front, dipping underneath the waistband of your leggings and sliding over your underwear. he thumbs your clit over the thin material, and your mouth goes slack at his touch.

he breathes, smirking at the feeling of your arousal soaking through your panties. “yeah I can tell.”

“shut up.” you huff, pulling him back in to continue your desperate kiss.

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almostempty · 3 months ago

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psa clint isn’t joel miller and if you’re flattening him into a joel archetype we need to talk about race again

i’m aware they both wear plaid, have a daughter, battle with grief, and are hot covered in blood and enacting violence

this isn’t a callout i just don’t remember where i saw these specific posts about the red handkerchief and clint as a ‘blue collar’ man. but i know i’ve seen plenty of clint = joel posts floating around.

AND i wasn’t going to say anything bc i thought i was just being gatekeepy bc i didn’t wanna see clint get the dbf treatment which would be my personal problem and i can happily write about him on my own blog how i want etc etc and i know i don’t have to read anyone else’s takes BUT then i thought about it and once again…it’s always about race…

edit: i apologize for using such a specific example without reaching out to the person that made the post—i could have taken the time to find it before using it as a launching point, that's on me. the handkerchief post wasn’t part of a huge fic or broader take on clint’s character (sorry for the jumpscare).

it did, however, stick out to me as a strong illustration of how important cultural context is. the issue is systemic not interpersonal. the rest of my examples weren't based on any one post—the blue-collar, marlboro man, works-with-his-hands, joel-coded/lana del rey-coded/ethel cain-coded vibes have been everywhere: fics, tags, comments, posts, tiktok edits. i know there’s nuance in fandom culture—tropes, memes like “close enough, welcome back joel/javi,” “____ coded” jokes, music, etc. and if we can understand that level of context for internet culture, we can understand the importance of racial context too, right?

i stand by the rest of what i said and will continue to argue that cultural context matters if you consider yourself an anti-racist reader or writer.* re: the post i saw somewhere about someone having a head canon about clint having a red handkerchief as a snot rag - sorry i forgot where i saw it and this isn’t an attack on whoever wrote that, but an fyi to anyone thinking about him the same way… if you’re writing a latino man in 1987 oakland—especially someone working street-level jobs or tied to criminal economies—and you think a red bandana is just a ‘snot rag,’ you’re missing major context

fyi, in 1987, color politics were not optional if you were a man of color in california. even though bloods (red) and crips (blue) originated in LA, their color codes and the larger gang culture around them were already known across the state. in northern california specifically, norteños (tied to the nuestra familia prison gang) wore red. their rivals, sureños (tied to the mexican mafia), wore blue.

who cares? even though oakland wasn’t dominated by bloods and crips the way LA was (in part due to the black panthers), it had its own street crews, plus a heavy norteño/sureño influence by the mid-80s. even outside organized gangs, the association between red and gang affiliation was strong enough that wearing a red bandana could get you profiled, targeted, or attacked—by cops, by other crews, or by random people trying to read your allegiance.

if you were a latino man in oakland in the 80s—like clint—you wouldn’t carry a red bandana by accident. it would be flagging. even if you weren’t affiliated. as a street smart guy, survival would mean being hyper-aware of how you present yourself, especially in neighborhoods policed by gang dynamics and racial profiling. cops would use color displays like a bandana as probable cause for harassment searches or worse during the height of the ‘war on drugs’ and the crack epidemic.

characters like clint—latino, working-class, street-adjacent—would have understood the consequences of being read wrong. this doesn’t mean no one ever had cloths, handkerchiefs, or functional rags. it means the color and the way you carried it mattered: what pocket, what visibility, how deliberate it looked.

throwing a red bandana in your pocket wasn’t neutral. it wasn’t folksy. it wasn’t just blue-collar roughness. it was a risk, and survival was about reading the street, not walking through it like color codes didn’t apply to you.

clint wouldn’t casually rock a red bandana like a cowboy. latino men have never had the privilege of being casual about how they're read in public, especially not in a city like oakland, especially not in the 1980s.

re: clint as a ‘blue collar’ character there’s a difference between being blue collar and being trapped in criminalized labor. wearing a plaid shirt and working with your hands doesn’t automatically make someone a blue collar worker in the traditional sense.

blue collar historically refers to wage labor—construction, manufacturing, trade work—where the worker is paid (poorly) but still operating within the boundaries of legal employment. union jobs. often unionized labor, tied to systems that, at least in theory, protected workers through collective bargaining, benefits, and job security. those protections were never equally available, especially to workers of color, but they existed as part of the larger working-class structure.

clint’s labor isn’t protected, it isn’t recognized—it’s criminalized. he’s disposable labor; surviving in a system that sees him as expendable from the start. calling him blue collar erases the fact that he’s not inside the working class safety net. he’s on the outside, paying off debt with violence he didn’t choose.

it carries a specific context of class exploitation, yes, but it’s still different from the kind of criminal coercion characters like clint are caught in.

clint is not a proud working man making an honest living. his entire arc in freaky tales is about being forced into violent labor to pay off inherited debt he had no choice in. he is not rough and gritty because he chose a rugged life.

he is rough because he was born into a system designed to keep him indebted, desperate, and expendable. he’s not working a blue collar job—he’s surviving in a criminal economy that feeds off people like him, using violence he doesn’t even want to enact just to stay afloat.

flattening clint into a vague ‘marlboro man’ archetype (joel coded)—rough clothes, kind heart, good intentions—it strips away everything sharp and painful about his actual story. it whitewashes the complexity of being a latino man criminalized by birth and survival, not by choice. it reframes his struggle as a generic americana fantasy about working-class virtue, when what’s actually at stake is how structural violence forces people into roles they never asked for.

especially when it’s a latino character, this flattening isn’t neutral. it erases the realities of racialized labor, racialized criminalization, and survival. clint’s tragedy isn’t that he’s a gruff tough guy with a soft interior. his tragedy is that he was forced to become violent in order to pay off a life he was never allowed to own, and he carries that weight without any guarantee of getting free.

clint and joel might overlap in aesthetics, being single girl dads, and physical strength. reducing clint to a copy of joel misses everything that actually defines who he is..

joel miller is a texas man—shaped by frontier mythology, southern survivalism, deep mistrust, and violent individualism. he is, by his own admission, a man whose grief and guilt hollowed him out so badly that even his brother was scared of him. he’s not just traumatized; he’s actively dangerous, closed off, and isolated. his story is about losing his humanity and clawing parts of it back, maybe too late.

clint is not that. clint is an oakland guy, east bay, west coast, working-class and criminalized, not because he chose violence but because he was born into debt he could never pay off. he’s an underdog, not an antihero.

he’s soft with his woman, he lights up under her attention. he’s goofy in the video store with the clerk. he’s not some hardened loner who scares everyone around him. he’s just a man trying to survive a system that was designed to use him up.

flattening clint into joel is misreading two characters with different emotional cores and fetishizing the aesthetics of pain and ruggedness while ignoring race, class, place, and survival context.

clint isn't a texas cowboy; he’s a west coast underdog who knows every step he takes could get him crushed, and he still tries to protect the people he loves without letting it rot him from the inside out.

the tragedy of joel is that the world took everything from him and he let it turn him into something colder, crueler vs. the tragedy of clint is that the world gave him no choice- he says he was born into breaking bones to pay off his father’s debt, and he still tries to hold onto his softness anyway.

if you can’t tell the difference it's just a projection, a fetishized joel trope cast onto another character…

#clint flood #freaky tales #joel miller #ppcu fandom #tag: anti-racism

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natfive9 · 4 months ago

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Here is the post that everyone is waiting for regarding Killerbait/kat/kit.

I just want to preface by saying, if this blog gets confusing at any point, I am willing to answer questions that anyone has. I will NOT be exposing her real name or identity to the public. As there are pedophiles that interacted with her and could potentially cause harm if they became obsessive enough. I am all too familiar with the way that the online-world works and I do not wish any form of physical harm on her. After all, I knew Kat & loved her for nearly four years.

I’m going to try to keep this as simple as I can so everyone can understand. But breaking down almost four years of details will get complicated.

So let’s start from the beginning:

I met Kat during my sophomore year of high school. I was 15 at the time and she was 15 as well. We are the same age, I am just a few months older than her. Which makes us BOTH currently the age of 17. We are both still minors. We became friends very quickly and connected over TLOU because we both made edits of the game and met through TikTok which is how we even became associated with each other. I had a girlfriend at the time, but we both had (unstated) feelings for each other than didn’t get acted on until late into my junior year. In the mean time, she had a different girlfriend after realizing that I wasn’t “available.” We remained friends throughout this entire period of time, there were instances where we didn’t speak as much just because I have a very busy life and so did she. Towards the end of her and her ex girlfriend’s relationship, we got close again, and I even got close with her ex girlfriend. We had a group chat together and we all spoke everyday for a couple of weeks until eventually, her and her girlfriend’s relationship came to an end. Which brings me into the next chapter of Kat and I’s life “together.”

Me and Kat started dating in December of 2023. And we broke up as of this Tuesday. We were together for a year and three months. Our relationship was completely okay up until around August/September. We started fighting over things but they always got resolved and things would be fine, until inevitably they weren’t. And I have just found out yesterday, that she had actually reached out to her ex girlfriend- claiming I was “aggressive” and that there were “other girls.” Both of which are false allegations against me and the person that I am. I would never have considered cheating on Kat, even when she started treating me like I was less than a person to her.

Here is the proof of her and her ex girlfriends conversation about me with time stamps:

This all happened in August, as you can see. We later broke up once in December almost directly after we had hit our one year. I broke up with her because of the mistreatment and then a small miscommunication that was genuinely just the last straw for me. I wish I would’ve kept things that way. But she insisted that we stayed friends and still spoke afterwards, we kept each other on social media, and we both made the mistakes of staying in contact after the break up- which inevitably led to us getting back together after three days.

After that it just never got better. It was another draining 3-4 months of begging to be treated like a person. I begged her to love me, I begged her to care about my successes, I begged her to care about my problems when I had them, I just begged. I did a LOT of begging. And she could typically only give me the words “I’ll try to do better” or “I’m sorry.” Occasionally though, she would give a genuine apology. Occasionally.

On Monday, March 10th of 2025, I asked her if we could call once or twice a month. As we barely ever called. I never even FaceTimed this girl. She never wanted to and would refuse. Calling is very important to me because quality time is one of my verrryyy big love languages. So It really meant something when I got to call her, I truly cherished every moment with her. But she would deny my request almost every time. Which is why I proposed the idea of calling 1-2 times a month. To which she said “I can try” and when I was upset and started texting dryly, she did not respond. She just asked if she could go to sleep. To which I said yes, and then later that evening before I went to bed- I sent her a text telling her “if you don’t love me anymore, it’s okay. You can leave and I won’t stop you.” That morning when I woke up, I saw her response and she told me that she “no longer saw me as a girlfriend, and loved me more as a friend.” And when I asked her if we could fix it, she told me “I hope so.” Which is when I knew it was over. And I told her we should probably break up.

Here is the proof of that conversation as well:

The SS below is the second convo we had that day. Where I asked her if she had me blocked on tumblr. Because last time we broke up she posted about me, but nothing to this extent. I admit I was gonna look if she did, as any ex normally would lol… but I never expected to see the things she posted this time around.

After all of this. Things only got worse, as all of you guys know. Whether you are fans, haters, or neutral on her as a person. We all saw her account go “downhill” as most sane people would say. She started posting her nudes on the Internet and publicly sexting potential adults and minors, as well as saying that they could rape her.

This is all while she is also a minor. She is 17 years old. Seven. teen.

Here is the proof I can provide of that:

Killerbait enabling rape:

And her admitting to it, knowing that it is wrong, since some of you guys are saying that she “might not know better.”:

Proof that Killerbait is a minor:

This is a conversation between me and her mother. I’m keeping it cropped because I want NO part in any form of doxxing or harm towards her family. Or her, for that matter. Which is a big reason why I’m even doing this in the first place. I am SPREADING AWARENESS….:

This is a birthday post I made for her, the date is at the top of the post:

And to provide more proof that she is a habitual liar, here is her lying about texting her ex-girlfriend about me “cheating.” Saying that she “never did that.”:

This is proven to be a lie, as in the screenshots I uploaded above in this blog, show that she OBVIOUSLY messaged her ex girlfriend- claiming I cheated on her, as well as saying I was “aggressive.”

I think that is all. This is all the proof that I have. If there are any questions please feel free to ask. I know I said this was solely about revenge, as I am very angry and hurt. I was molested from ages 6-11 by my own family member. The fact that she is capitalizing off of this kind of topic is sickening. And the fact that she is exposing herself online to potential predators, is sickening as well. I am with everyone when they say that they hope she gets the help that she needs. I genuinely hope that she stays safe and she recovers from everything that she has gone through/is going through. But she needs to stay off of the internet. There will always be creeps lurking, preying on girls just like her. I want to put an end to this.

Thank you to everyone who spent their time reading this and trying to understand the situation. I do not care about “sides” being taken. I just want her to be safe.

(I also want to note that, after knowing her for four years. She never once mentioned having any trauma regarding rape. So throw that excuse for her behavior out the window.)

#killerbait

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gr63defenselawyer · 1 month ago

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All of the George hate seems completely unnecessary and over-the-top. The “reasons” I see when people explain why they hate George just doesn’t make any sense to me. (very long rant about George Russell and the hate he gets)

1. I saw a few other comments on TikTok saying that he looks too feminine. In what world is that a valid reason to hate on a driver??? Those haters are probably the same people who judge female f1 fans for “only liking drivers for their looks.” The double standard goes crazy.

2. A lot of people say that he is too emotional. I thought it was clear after Isack Hadjar in Melbourne that emotions does have a place in f1. That’s what makes racing interesting. Those people are probably the same people who would praise Max for being emotional and passionate today when he deliberately crashed into George out of frustration.

3. Apparently, he is too “media trained.” Not every driver needs to speak their mind on camera when we all know that no matter what the media will try their absolute best to twist their words into the next headline. I don’t blame him for actually thinking before he speaks and avoiding causing a mess for his pr team to deal with.

4. I saw another random guy who said that he hated George because of what Mazepin said about him which was when he commented “I have a secret about you mate that people might call a coming out” while George was on Instagram live. How on Earth could anyone find a reason to hate on George because of what Mazepin said??? First of all, are you seriously believing Mazepin of all people? The same Mazepin who posted that very disturbing instagram story where he touched the girl very inappropriately?? Also, that comment itself is so ridiculous. If Mazepin’s comment was true, that’s even more disgusting.

5. Other people said that he is boring. I’m sorry what… He is a diva and made Monaco slightly exciting with the galex sideplot. He’s actually funny in interviews and not to mention his memeability is through the roof.

6. And don’t even get me started on what happened today. The comments I keep seeing defending Max and bashing George makes me want to scream. Some Max fans said that “George had no business to fight in turn 1.” Dude, that was a normal overtake and yes he overshot it and touched Max but it was NOT on purpose. George accidentally bumping into Max did not excuse Max’s DELIBERATELY crashing into George. I don’t understand how people keep thinking that it is a laughing matter. They are in f1 cars. This is not in sim racing where you can restart your game or bumper cars or lego racing. This is in real life formula one. I’m not anti-verstappen but I think it was a dangerous move and unnecessary. Also, another comment on instagram said that “[max] just did what we all want to do to russel sometimes 😂.” How is that ever an appropriate thing to joke about? Also some people said that it wasn’t Max driving into George but George driving into Max. Did you watch the race black out drunk or something? I mean I can somewhat understand people who say that Max’s move was unintentional but it is definitely NOT george’s fault.

#f1 #george russell #mercedes amg f1 #formula 1 #gr63 #galex #i should be studying for finals instead #spain gp 2025 #george defender till the day i die #spanish gp 2025 #barcelona gp 2025

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who-can-touch-my-boob · 6 months ago

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<- love and deepspace masterlist

Hey, so guys—I’m gonna write a whole ass theory/not-theory post about love and deepspace. Please give me your own thoughts and excuse my rambling it’s 2 am and I’m supposed to be asleep.

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No but I actually need the LI to interact in game, I know (think or read somewhere) that the love and dating parts are separate timelines and in the “main” timeline MC doesn’t romanticise any of them(?). Anyway not my point, my point is that they all canonically exist in the same place and Caleb is probably the one tying everyone together.

I swear I believe it was Caleb that Rafayel talked to in the nest place where he lead MC so she could find the Onychinus. There was also a TikTok someone made (probably as a joke) of why Rafayel’s reaction to MC feeding him an apple threw him off.

Caleb is also Zayne’s childhood friend, but alright I’m gonna take a little spin off and ask;

When Zayne is reborn, does he remember everything immediately? Does he as a child bear memories of his previous lives as an adult? Or does the memories come to him with age?

Because IF the case is that Zayne already as a child knows of his past with MC and still has the powers of seeing the future, did he perhaps purposefully become friends with Caleb and MC?

Alright back to the main plot point of my post.

I dunno much about Xavier because I don’t have his full 5-star myth yet, but I do know he’s travelling through space and time (?) and that dude knows some shit. He’s most likely also being extra overprotective because of Caleb, like he’s maybe met an alternative version of him in the past?

Oh, but then there’s Sylus.

I’m just saying, Zayne, Rafayel and Xavier all helped MC find the Onychinus and if they truly thought she would be in life threatening danger they probably would’ve stopped her.

I don’t know how!!! But I’m just yapping so stay with me, ok? They all wanted her to find Sylus, because Sylus is the only one strong enough to protect her.

They probably know about the aether cores, that MC can use the dragon to their advantage. However they didn’t realise that MC and Sylus actually share half of each soul, that they are two kindred spirits.

Oh-ho! But Caleb knows, and Caleb haaaates it. Because he, the one who imprisoned Sylus to begin with, wants nothing more than to see the dragon back into the abyss. Because Caleb, the whole reason he’s in MC’s life is to get to Sylus.

Knowing she’s the key to the dragon, he decides to use her, manipulate her into thinking he’s nothing but a kind and loving friend. Sadly, Caleb didn’t anticipate that he too would be smitten by MC.

So everything just turns complicated now, because in the “main timeline” where MC doesn’t romanticise any of the LI, they’re all very much in love with her.

Gods and when they finally all meet… I’m envisioning like the Deepspace throwing every universe together, causing the past, future and present to mash up and fuck the whole reality… and something something Ever.

#love and deepspace lore #love and deepspace #lads #lnds #lnds sylus #lnds zayne #lnds rafayel #lnds xavier #love and deepspace sylus #love and deepspace zayne #love and deepspace rafayel #love and deepspace xavier #lnds caleb #lads caleb #love and deepspace caleb #lads sylus #lads zayne #lads xavier #lads rafayel

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tojiscrack · 5 months ago

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there’s so many things i love about your fic but one thing i specifically love that doesn’t have much to do with your fic is probably the community. like every person that comes into your asks, including the funny anons, feels like family idk STOP I SOUND SO CORNY BUT YOU GET WHAT I MEANNNN. like 1l-ynn’s (i think that’s her username) hatred for anyone that comes in between megumi and y/n is so funny, THE MALAKAI SHIPPING PHASE, THE RANDOM ANON THAT STARTED RAPPING IN UR ASKS, stanheightis stressing out every now and then about the angst is so real, kickingcat’s beautiful artwork as well as azr3na’s, mercupinesspring’s tiktok page dedicated to liar,liar which i stalk with my private account haha. i’m trying to think of the others but yeah, like the community is so beautiful and i think i’m gonna miss that more than anything when the fic eventually ends 🥲

i love u guys i can’ttttt

liar, liar masterlist here:

tagging everyone you mentioned so they see this ‘cause they absolutely deserve to know how special and precious they are, not only to me, but apparently to you too. it’s so absolutely true, my fav thing about writing the series this past year is the growing community 😭🩵

@1l-ynn @stanheightis @kickingcat @azr3na @mercupinesspring

the malakai hate was so incredibly funny to me bc he was never gonna be a second love interest. like, ever 💀 that’d make this megumi/reader story just be crack upon crack, and ik i prioritise comedy over romance in this romcom, but there’s a limit, yk 😭 and it was just funny to be given a taster of how certain ppl feel about a second love interest being introduced at all before i’d even introduced the real one, might i add

with that, watching ppl stress about the angst tag before it had even arrived (it’s still not here, curtesy of my hiatus 😇) was also the funniest thing ever. i’d wake up every morning with a new ask in my inbox stressing about NOTHING. like a singular person even held enough stress for the entire community, and then some 😭

the artwork i’ve received over the last few months have been collected into a google doc that’s how obsessed with them i am, ready to be printed out bc i genuinely meant it when i said i’d do just that for my room 😋 we made it to a point where we can appoint ppl as LL’s co-illustrators, which 16 year old me, who was drafting the first chapter a year and a bit ago, wouldn’t have even predicted such a thing and i’m so grateful bc wdym they were able to make malakai look good? ☹️🩵

their versions of y/n are so beautiful too 😭

and LL content being cross-posted to tiktok? i felt like an old person when i first saw the page and went through the memes made about my story (it’s like old ppl laughing at their own joke) 😀 my fav is definitely malakai core, and the video with ‘how i want megumi to react whenever another guy speaks to y/n’ or smth like that (along those words) 🤭

honourable mentions too bc these guys could never be forgotten by me:

@shaigimo @princesssparklesprinkle @reinaswrld @cutesolecita @britishfailure @b4tm4nn @reocidal @jelly-fsh @miffysmittens @anonymity-222 @crisis-unaverted @sl1004 @watermelonlover905 @loffagirl @seoups @awriterinthenight @ist0leurc0ffee @biancaackerman @2ukika @julieannah @missunrise @briezy04764 @jvpit3rr @sfmegumi @nappingnai @evergumi @crimsonhallucinations @femtaktsfilosofi @manmuncher777

+ more ofc, i’m genuinely trying hard to remember everyone from the top of my head but it’s a little hard given how fast LL is growing.

this doesn’t mean i’ve forgotten any of you that i haven’t mentioned! just means i got lazy and needed to wrap this sappy response up, but i promiseeee i’m well aware of who’s here and who’s not 🤗 the people above have also had several interactions with me, so it’s easier to remember ppl who you speak to on a daily 🥲

i thank the silent readers for still being here anyway. the LL community wouldn’t be thriving without ur support too <3

also if i’ve tagged you and you wish to not be tagged even in sappy posts, just lmk, i’ll know not to do it in future haha 😧

but anyways… in conclusion, i agree. i can’t wait to return to all my children (you guys) in late june ☹️ the only reason why i’m simultaneously dreading it is ‘cause it means my exams would be here but oh well 😭

k gonna end it here ‘cause this is too sappy ew 🙄 (💕)

#liar liar asks!#ew it’s you guys 🙄 (🥹🫶🏽)#ew erenismybbg what are you talking about? 😐 (🥲🩵)#i would start naming the users of the silent readers (those who just like my posts) but idk if they’d appreciate that 😭#megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi x y/n #megumi x you #fushiguro megumi x you #jjk #fushiguro megumi #jjk x reader

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soyouliketotalk · 4 days ago

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Jax caused Ribbit’s abstraction by being a bad influence.

The post was inspired by this tiktok I watched. It’s a really good analysis watch it. I’d recommend watching it first at it explains better than what I’m about to write about lol.

There is something about Jax and Pomni becoming close and Ragatha’s growing concern for it, and how it all ties to the hints the episode has been giving about a late cast member’s demise: Ribbit.

To start off, I feel that most people are viewing Jax/Pomni growing bond, Ragatha’s point of view of said bond, and what was Jax’s relationship with his old friend like on a surface level. So this post will highlight some things and hopefully good reasons to why I think it’s HIGHLY POSSIBLE Jax was the reason the closest person to him is gone and how it’s gonna contribute to his deteriorating mental state into committing worse acts as he and Pomni grow closer.

This is also to consider the theories going on about Jax likely going to commit something horrible as he gets worse; the main one being he causes one of the cast to abstract or to a near point. But who’s to say he hasn’t already?

This is not to say he intentionally killed Ribbit or had any malicious intent, but more like the impact he had on his friend and how it constricted their wellbeing and views in life, and it got groomed into the way Jax sees it as a nihilistic instigator. It influenced Ribbit to a certain point and then this “something” happened that we have yet to know about. And, like what happened to Kinger when his wife abstracted, Jax got highly affected too but worse in a much darker tone as he might’ve took his friend for granted, just as he might with Pomni.

Jax still does care for his late friend a lot but there’s a possibility he either does not take accountability for his actions or doesn’t want to face the possibility he could have led his friend down a dark path. So Jax prefers to not talk about it as a way to survive in the Digital Circus, and a whole lot of other things not just that. But he does seek comfort, which is what he confides to Pomni about since she’s new and doesn’t have any past ties with as of yet.

It was when Jax opened up to Pomni in the stargazing scene, he likely finds he wants her as a friend. But because of who he is as a person, he goes with it by also using Pomni as a way to get under Ragatha’s skin and influence bits of himself onto her. It’s not to say he’s faking his interest, but he sees this opportunity as more of a two for the price of one kind of deal. And Ragatha is automatically noticing the red flags.

Then you have throughout the episode of Jax asking Pomni a lot of questions about herself very very subtly. (This video gives a good rundown so you can see what I mean. This is probably irrelevant to this post but cmon)

By the way, by influencing bits of himself onto Pomni, this is what: When Jax makes a comment about Gangle’s batting performance to Pomni, Ragatha argues with him to stop trying to force Pomni to act like him being the insensitive jerk he is, in which Jax, being the silent instigator casually deflects if it’s better to force her to be happy all the time. It gives off something that has happened before with someone they knew.

We get these detailed scenes of Ragatha’s ever growing concern the more she witnesses the two bond.

I hope I don’t mean to put this as picking sides or that this is villainizing Jax. He’s definitely a complex character who’s definitely losing it the longer you stick in the circus. Just as Ragatha has a streak of toxic positivity that has affected her relationships with the rest of the cast, Jax’s toxicity affects his as well. But this is giving something that either only Ragatha and Jax know about; and Pomni doesn’t. So if not Ragatha, now Pomni’s going to first see it from Jax point of view. They both don’t get that Pomni is in the middle. Literally.

Considering gooseworx does say Jax and Pomni’s relationship is described as “messy”, as wholesome as they were in episode 5, it’s probably messy as in there’s a toxic friendship in development. And it doesn’t seem Jax is stopping the cycle from continuing with how he gaslights Ragatha that she told Gangle to kys when bro literally told Gangle to her face he likes her better when she’s sad.

Now, how does this all mean he caused his friend to abstract in simply terms?

This is mainly going off on what gooseworx has said about Jax becoming worse and his messy relationship with Pomni that is soon to be by how Jax is supposed to be a bad guy and by how concerned Ragatha is about it that it’s hard to ignore this has likely happened before with Ribbit (plus Pomni and Ribbit look a bit alike). I don’t know if it’s he became bad because of his friend dying? Did they get sucked into the circus together like Kinger with his wife? Or perhaps being friends with Jax is a bad idea.

The true thing we know is that %$& rabbit is going to get worse and jokes on you I’m into that shit.

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc theory #tadc thoughts #tadc episode 5 #tadc jax #tadc ragatha #tadc pomni #tadc ribbit #gooseworx #glitch #I will probably edit after thinking about this again #tumblr app refreshed my draft so I’m sorry if this sounds confusing

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glowinthedarkjellyfish · 4 months ago

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Picture me this.

Gen Z reader who was really good at gymnastics like olympic kind of good and also did plenty of martial arts growing up.

Reader wants to go to the olympics but girlie needs funding and she’s smart so she interns at Wayne Enterprises.

I’m imagining her getting hired part time after her internship and becoming Bruce’s assistant and eventually social media manager.

Now, she is an orphan. 🌝( I love that emoji) and Bruce is like you can stay with me because no matter how annoyed he acts when she made him a tiktok he sees her as a daughter so when she’s 16 he adopts her 🥺 and he finds her olympic dreams 🥺x2.

So I’m imagining gymnast!reader who becomes viral for her perormance 🥇 at the Olympic and father figure!Bruce who’s in the crowd with the whole Batman and he just looks so proud.

Like your people thought Dick was the favorite.

Soon jt will be her.

Even though Bruce claims he has no favorites.

He loves all of his kids and he doesn’t show it very well but she isn’t a vigilante, she could be, she’s very skilled in hand to hand combat and jiu jitsu and muay thai but she chooses her athletic career and idk, he just is so proud of what she achieving and it shows, he doesn’t hide it.

So he goes viral and all people are posting videos saying they want their dad to look at them with the pride Bruce looks at gymnast!daughter and when people find out she’s adopted.

Shocker.

She does look like Bruce, her hair isn’t pitch black but it is dark, her eyes are green but they’re the same shade as Damian’s so it’s easy for people to think they’re biological siblings and she’s just paler like their dad.

Wrong

So people do some digging, realise that Bruce had only know gymnast!daughter since she was 15 now she’s 19, that’s 4 years and he looks at her with as much love as any other parent, he looks at her as if he’s known her and raised her for 19 years.

People have a field day.

They also live for the little moments between gymnast!daughter and Damian.

At the olympics he’ll just stand next to her and hold her water bottle, they do look alarmingly alike so Bruce maybe consider getting a dna test cause who knows.

Anyways the cute interactions between older!sister and Damian are too cute. I think that by now he’s maybe be 13 so in that awkward pre/early teen phase and he’s also only slowly warming up to the batfam but something about you being so normal, as I’m not a vigilante, you aren’t normal you’re amazing and exceptional at nearly everything you do, but you not being a vigilante makes you an escape for him, which makes him warm up a bit more.

And uhh talking about that dna test, you thought it’s be fun to do one of those 23AndMe ancestry tests to trace your roots and it might turn out that Bruce is your bio father.

Your mum had an affair with-oopsies ig, she died though when you were 14 and your “dad”, he knew you weren’t his I mean, he’s mixed you were (for the sake of this and the mum cheating) white so idk he just did the bare minimum for raising you.

He didn’t want to où for your gymnastics so y oh got an internship at Wayne Enterprises, your mum told you about how she worked there before you were born and how it had good pay but she quit. Now you know why.

You were a fully consensual baby.

No talia drugs here. Both sides enjoyed the making.

Now, Bruce when he finds out your his, it doesn’t change much, he already loves you as if you were his own and he had legally adopted you after knowing you for like barely a year but this, it solidifies everything. He doesn’t fear that he could lose you at any second, he does but having you be biologically his, he knows that you 2 will always be connected and that youll always be there for each others.

Damian is now really haopy. When he first met you he was a bit jealous, you guys both moved into the manor at around the same time but you were way closer with your dad than he was but he also grew closer with you so he became less jealous and more possessive, he didn’t like when Dick would try and hand out with you, giving tips for acrobatics when you were supposed to help him feed the Batcow. But now he has this claim, he knows you are your own person but, you are also his biological sister, no one else is related to you by blood I mean bruce is but he’s the dad he doesn’t count. Now whenever his other siblings talk about you or try and hang out with you when you’re with him he’ll say, something like “my sister is hanging out with her favorite and only brother” like he’ll always emphasise how you 2 are blood related and he’ll always call himself the favorite.

You don’t have favorites, no but genuinely you love everyone so much you’d feel guilty saying one was your favorite.

But gymnast!daughter is most likely everyone else’s favorite.

Ok I think I’ll do a part 2 because I rlly want to do either gymast!daughter x wally or Connor or Roy/red arrow but idk.

I’ll probably make this a series and do different parts with the rest of the batfam, incorrect quotes, her routine that got her gold at the olympics and different short fics of if she was x walls west or x Connor Kent or x roy harper.

Really x anyone

So yeah

Ig this’ll be part 1 of Gymnast!Daughter

#gymnast!daughter #Batman #damian wayne #damian al ghul #robin #dick grayson #timothy drake #jason todd #cassandra cain #steph #spoiler #bruce wayne #duke dennis #dc #glowinthedarkjellyfish

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httpscomorg · 10 months ago

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Hiiii I wondering if you could write a fic where the reader has started meowing whenever Logan speaks and she keeps interrupting him like MEOW and it starts to annoy him so he does his hair differently

This idea is super cute!!

Meow

Pairing: Logan x Reader

Summary: You’ve started interrupting Logan by… meowing…?

Word count: 521

No warnings except a bunch of cuteness.

(Find what I’m currently writing by checking my pinned post)

It all started with a TikTok video you showed him. It was an edit of him, his hairstyle being zoomed in and out of with a cat meowing audio before the sexy edit of him. You showed it to him of course, being his girlfriend you wanted to embarrass him in any ways possible. So you started a new habit. One that’s become increasingly annoying to him.

“Hey so I was thinking maybe-“

“Meow.” You didn’t say it normally. You said it obnoxiously. Almost yelling it to interrupt him every single time. At first he would laugh about it, but now it was annoying him, which you’ve noticed, but you still did it.

“Good morning baby, how’d how sleep?”

“Meow.” You’d use it to respond also, as if he could actually understand you.

Everything was fine though, it was just a joke between the two of you, but you didn’t think it actually bothered him. Not enough to change his hair.

“Good morning pup.” He grabs your waist and presses a kiss to your forehead: You look up at him, and just before the taunting meow left your mouth, you squint at him in confusion.

“What the fuck did you do to your hair?” Your tone was serious, as if he had shaved it all off.

“You don’t like it?”

“Logan I fucking hate it.” Your turn to completely face him, looking up at his hair where the two twin peaks used to be. “Where are your kitty ears?”

“Wanted to try something different.”

“Is it cause I meow everytime you talk?”

He doesn’t say anything, and you know you’ve got your answer. It did bother him.

“I’m sorry…” You whine. It was no wonder he called you his puppy.

“It gets annoying.”

“You calling me names puppy gets annoying.” You cross your arms and turn away, but then an idea pops in your head. “You want me to stop saying meow?”

“I’d love that.”

“Can I call you kitty?” There’s another moment of silence, and you can see in his eyes that he’s actually considering it.

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not?” You stomp one of your feet like a child.

“Because I’m not your kitty.”

“You call me puppy.”

“Cause you whine like one.”

“You do your hair like a cat.”

“Not anymore.” The two words would’ve been enough to make you cry, and you almost do.

“Nooo, please don’t get rid of your kitty ears!” You whine.

“Don’t meow at me.”

“Hmph…” You bite your inner cheek. “Fine.” He grins and presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Good girl.” He pets your hair a little and reaches over your head for a mug in the cabinet.

“Lo?”

“Yes baby?” He begins to brew himself coffee.

“Can I fix your hair?” He nods and you walk up to him, reaching up to fix his hair until his two little cat ears were as they should be. “Also Lo…”

“Hm?” His arms snake around your waist.

“Can I please call you kitty?” He growls a little and leans his head down, resting his head on yours.

“Fine, you can call me kitty.”

#marvel #fanfic #marvel fanfiction #x reader #wolverine #logan howlett #logan x reader

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prose-among-the-trees · 1 year ago

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Another DissociaDID post because frankly I’m not done.

Soren can obviously do what he wants (using he/him for the current name because I really don’t feel like starting an argument about whether DD is trans or not. I don’t mind using someone’s preferred name or pronouns.) when it comes to his channel, that goes without saying.

That being said, every single video is the same fucking thing. I as a former fan am frustrated with the same few topics over the past few years. I want a return of his to be genuine, not promise new educational content and be the same horrifying misinformation combined with blaming everyone for his legitimate fuckups.

People cannot genuinely believe that his newest update video was anything but a recap of the entire channel plus a chance to mourn all the fused alters like they died. People cannot genuinely believe that his newest demon alter video wasn’t a ripoff of the videos he promotes constantly, Mara’s intro, Sally and Amira’s nonhuman talk, and the videos about types of alters.

He’s promoting Palestine on TikTok and YouTube shorts when YouTube videos themselves get the most money for them statistically. He could do videos where he isn’t constantly making shameless plugs to his patreon and begging people to watch his trauma and dissociation on there if they’re paying for a certain tier.

This is not fucking did, it’s a joke. The newest video about types of switches is just blatant misinformation, full stop. I’ve now seen didtok making their own switching terms and circulating those. These are not clinical representations of a disorder.

Can we cut the brainrot for a second and admit that DissociaDID is a one man army to dismantle legitimate medical resources and precedents on which DID is founded on?

DissociaDID is a grifter who should have stayed the fuck gone. In case anyone believes I’m being too harsh about this, let’s go over some of the more insidious things this person (single person) has done.

1. Dated Team Piñata, someone who was exposed for drawing and selling art of CP, and begged all the did YouTubers to sweep that little factoid under the rug for the sake of friendship.

2. Fucked up with misinformation SO BADLY that the entire did community believed the terms integration and fusion were interchangeable.

3. Treated fusion like it could be caused by trauma, like alters had fucking died, and encouraged fans to simp over while mourning Kyle.

4. Responded to comments flirting on Mara’s individual account and liked comments from MINORS along with using their main account to tell a 16-17 year old boy that they could work on his GAG REFLEX (he was doing a magic trick and pulling a flower out of his mouth).

5. Told all of YouTube that Reddit was a bunch of predatory sadists who wanted children hurt when we asked him to move mature content to mature platforms like OF so kids couldn’t see that shit.

6. Legitimately steals trauma stories from media (says there’s no introjection there), other YouTubers, and from people who first supported him starting the channel.

7. Is still extorting viewers for the Sergio Costa case that should have ended at least a year ago. He might have started the issue but Soren is continuing to gather legal funding in a cash pool for the next complaint about his channel (can’t sue me I’m anonymous).

8. Posts triggering content to TikTok and when asked to stop blames the viewers and implies they’re bad people or predators.

9. Sends his fans to dox and harass whoever he wants because he can’t take a little legitimate criticism.

10. Subjected viewers to fetish content without their informed consent bc TP had a sneezing fetish (TP also drew CP with this fetish).

11. Blamed the internet for essentially killing Nadia after people called him out on his racist caricature of an Indigenous person.

12. Gave HORRIFIC sex advice for minors to see on how to get into BDSM after trauma. If you can’t say no you can’t have sex. Fuck that entire video.

Defending this person without any critical thinking and doing it blindly is defending everything I’ve stated above.

Fuck DissociaDID and the harm he continuously causes.

Also tagging @tomcatyowls because I know my mutual gets it. You’re a real one.

#dissociative identity disorder #mental health #dissociative system #did #did osdd #actually did #actually dissociative #did system #system discourse

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dicapiito · 8 months ago

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Since Black People share zero blame about what happened in the election and why Trump won again; let’s do a master post on who’s to blame as to why Trump won again:

1. White people. They are never to be trusted to actually pay attention to shit so they will believe anything anyone tells them to. If someone is promising to get rid of anyone who’s not white; white people will vote for that candidate. White men vote for violence and white women vote in hopes to be like white men. I mean, Roe V Wade SHOULDVE been important …until I remember those stories from nurses at Planned Parenthood mentioning how obnoxious white women are about the service. White people who are actual allies are very rare and they know if they admitted to being hateful; they’d be all alone watching Fox News.

2. The mainstream media. MSNBC, CNN, Bill Maher, John Oliver, Jon Stewart ( the biggest douchefuck), Chris Hayes, Anderson Cooper, Joy Reid, among others (who I can’t name because I refuse to hate-watch their media). They spent all their fucking time bashing Biden and the Democrats. They let the lunatic leftists have a platform and they treated Trump like he’s no threat until it was way too late. They figured it’s better for their audiences to not take what Trump did in 2016-2020 seriously and just be mean towards Biden, Harris and the Democrats who actually work towards better.

Any one of these jokers could’ve taken an actual stand and report actual news about Biden but once Covid got calmer thanks to Biden and the White House became boring again because the Biden Administration was busy ACTUALLY WORKING; it just wasn’t enough for them. Once they knew leftists also found another cause they could hijack for themselves to “ stick it to the Dems” they also let these fuckers on their show to help spread more lies about the Democrats. But nope! They latched onto the “ Free Palestine” movement and sold that shit, knowing full fuckin well that it’s not America’s problem about the conflict and Biden and Harris were making sure to get a two state solution.

Their buyers remorse media is not cute and they are only doing this because they know they are a major reason why Trump won again. They’re also scared of retaliation so they’re going to act like they “ regretted it” and that Biden “ wasn’t so bad” while not ever really apologetic but their audiences will eat it up.

3. Nonblack PoC. Latino, Asian/ Pacific Islander community ( I’m not even shocked. I’m apart of this group and they love antiblackness), Arab Americans ( Rashida Tlaib is antiblack but because leftists are stupid; they couldn’t see something so obvious). The desperation to be accepted by white people and also the xenophobia in all these communities had them voting for Trump. They have the “ I’m one of the good ones” mentality and well they’re about to see that antiblackness and xenophobia has screwed themselves .

4. Social media websites letting misinformation spread, and I include tumblr since yet again this happened. I appreciate that X has a community note and people tried to fight it but it was just way too great. Too many bots were getting through. Facebook, tumblr, Twitter, TikTok, likely Instagram as well. And once the elections are over; it’s like they treat the election interference shit like it didn’t happen.

5. Leftists. As usual, since they’re bored and rich, they do this protesting “ the establishment” every four years because they don’t want to pay their fair share of taxes. They went right along with the Free Palestine bullshit because it has worked for them before. Susan Sarandon , remember her? She helped fuck over 2000 as well as 2016 and let the GOP into the White House. Since leftist includes being racist/antiblack and antisemitic; it’s a great way to get more stupid white people to not vote or “ protest vote” and help the GOP win. Now that they have; we won’t see the likes of Jill Stein or any third party candidates. They are only around to help fuck over the Democrats and yet this lesson seems to have to keep being repeated and holy fuck it’s fucking annoying.

6. Nancy Pelosi. I know I haven’t said much but she wanted Biden to step down. She wanted an open Democratic primary to get a new candidate and to go right past Kamala Harris. Her bullshit has been known for awhile, especially if you live in the Bay Area. People forgot because of Covid and because of the whack job who attacked her husband. But remember; she’s also Gavin Newsom’s aunt and well…do with that what you will. If Democrats have any chance at getting their base back; Pelosi needs to step aside and let Hakeem Jeffries be Speaker. Pelosi knew damn well if it was not Kamala Harris; Black People would not show up but she is a white woman first so of course she did what she did. And for her to act like Biden was too old when she’s in the same age group was even more moronic since he won against Trump the first fuckin time

7. antisemitism also played a huge part. Remember Second Gentleman Doug Emhoff is Jewish so if it wasn’t antiblackness; antisemitism was also at play here. Even though people won’t say it just like they won’t say their true reasons why they didn’t vote for Kamala Harris. Jewish People were the only allies along with the lgbt community who overwhelmingly voted for Kamala Harris. Every group has knuckleheads but the knuckleheads were extremely smaller than everyone else.

8. The Squad members. AOC, Rashida Tlaib, Jayapal, Cori Bush, Summer Lee and Jamaal Bowman. It’s time to get rid of these idiot DSA morons and the fact that Cori Bush and Jamaal Bowman are out is awesome. They always wanted to fuck over the Democrats because they want to appear like they’re activists while they really just sell “ someday it’ll be better” while making $176K a year. They need the GOP in charge so they can coast in the House. Too bad leftists don’t get that.

So now that we all know who’s to blame; maybe now take some fuckin responsibility and hope to fucking heaven that Trump won’t have SCOTUS overturn shit but who are we kidding? With Elon Musk around; a lot of things will be rolled back but let’s see if people learn anything from it. Oh who am I kidding ?

Oh and thinking of moving to Canada? Lmao Justin Trudeau already went “ AHT AHT”. Best believe other countries are already following suit so y’all are going to be owning up to who you voted for lol.

But ya know, Biden was “ too old” and Harris was “ too joyful”

#us politics #us elections #kamala harris #mainstream media #cnn news #the daily show #joy reid #last week tonight #john oliver #jon stewart #anderson cooper #Donald Trump #y’all got the man ya wanted #it’s above me and Black People now #doug emhoff

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