#feel like pure shit just want mutual checker back

[olyteus]

there is absolutely no way to check if ur mutuals w someone anymore

#uggghhh #【 ❝ i will never stop complaining and that is a promise ❞ 】 ✕ ooc. #feel like pure shit just want mutual checker back #unless you painstakingly search their name in ur followers but

[lactosefreevanillayoghurt]

You Don’t Need To Prove Yourself To Us

yes this is a checkateva fic and yes it is for @aveasorae

hurt/comfort, a lot of fluff and also some nachos (1600 and something words)

"What do you want to do when you grow up?" Kate was sprawled on Chess' bed, legs resting upright against the wall, head digging into Eva's hip.

Eva didn't look up from her laptop. "Teaching."

Kate flung her arms up, smacking their girlfriend in the chest with one hand, almost dislocating Chess' nose with the other. "You're so boring."

"Ow."

"Soz, Checkers, love you really."

"Yeah, yeah, absolutely." Chess pawed at their nose, surprised that Eva hadn't reacted to being literally punched in the boob, jesus christ since when had Kate been so strong? "Also, Eva's not boring, she's just got her shit together better than you do."

"I've got my shit together! Anyway, that wasn't the point, I didn't mean, like, jobs, I meant just things you want to do when we grow up."

"...That is jobs." Chess took one of Kate's flailing hands and pinched her index finger. They told themselves it was to piss Kate off and not to save their nose from another sneak attack.

"Fuck you, you knew what I meant."

"Sure, Kitkat." They let their partner's hand go, regretting it when Kate immediately started picking at the week-old nail varnish on it, black flakes decorating their bed. Eva hadn't moved or even acknowledged the conversation going on around her and Chess placed a quiet hand on her knee. They knew that both them and Kate worried about Eva, though Kate worried about everything so maybe that was a bad example. Still, they knew the other girl perhaps didn't have her shit together as well as they teased.

"Why would you even want to go into teaching though?" Kate's heels thudded against the wall and, as happened every time they met at their house, Chess began to regret letting Kate anywhere near their nice neat room. "I mean, I find it hard to deal with one of me, I wouldn't want a whole class to have to actually teach."

"Eva's good at that, everyone likes her."

"Yeah, 'cause she's an angel," Kate shuffled herself around and wrapped their arms around Eva's waist, her voice now muffled by fabric, "And we love her."

Eva smiled, one hand ceasing typing to brush over Kate's head before returning to her work. Chess rubbed their thumb over her knee, "I think someone," They nudged Kate, "Is getting bored. We should stop for now."

Kate was overly willing to sit up and pack away their books, neatly closing and then rearranging her folders. Chess always marvelled and how someone could be such a chaotic mess but then become so neat when it came to school work. They themselves were a little more haphazard, throwing their books in a pile beside their backpack before getting up and stretching. Kate kissed Eva's shoulder, sent affectionate fingerguns to Chess and walked over to the door, running a hand through their hair as they did so. She paused, one hand on the doorframe, "I want chips. I'll bring a pack up, do either of you want anything?"

Chess shook their head, "I'm all good." They locked eyes with their partner, both raising an eyebrow in sync and then gesturing back to their girlfriend.

Kate bit her lip and nodded, "I'll get a banana as well, okay Aves?"

Eva nodded vaguely and then the door was shut and Kate was gone.

Chess heaved a sigh, wandering over to where Eva was still sat typing on the bed. They ran a hand through the girl's hair, planting a kiss on the top of her head. "Maybe it's time to take a break, V."

Eva shook her head fervently, her fingers only pausing for a second. Chess crouched in front of her, reaching around the laptop to hold her hands. They looked at their girlfriend, properly looked, noticing all the details that got mixed up to create Eva Sanchez. She looked tired, more than anything, and it hurt a little to see someone that they loved so much become so overwhelmed. Her eyes were soft and unfocused, hands cold where they held Chess'. Slowly, so slowly, Chess let go of her hands and pulled the laptop off her lap, saving her work before closing it. They sat cross-legged on the floor, head resting on Eva's knees. "What's going on up there?"

Eva shrugged, nudging Chess backwards with one socked foot and sliding off the bed to sit opposite them on the floor. "Dunno."

Chess hummed and smiled. "I agree with Kate, you know. You're boring because you work too hard."

Eva huffed out a laugh. "I have a lot to do," she protested weakly.

"Yeah, I know." They shuffled around and pulled the other girl close, rubbing one hand in stars over her back.

"And if I don't do it all, I'll fall behind." Chess felt Eva's lips mumble against their collarbone, whispering words they knew that she struggled to admit even to herself. "Chess, I'm scared. I don't want to fall behind because I'll lose the scholarship and I'll lose you and that would fucking suck. And- and I feel bad when I'm not busy all the time, because," She paused, voice hoarse around the edges, pressing closer to Chess. The door opened and Kate slipped in, a bag of chips under one arm, a banana in one hand and three cans of ginger beer balanced precariously in the other. Chess smiled over Eva's head, watching as Kate took in the situation. They placed the snacks down and padded over to the others, sitting down and taking one of Eva's hands to stop her from picking at the hem of Kate's flannel that she'd somehow ended up wearing. Eva continued, "Because if I'm not working or cheering or anything then what am I? Like, I'm not worthy if I can't prove myself, right?"

Chess' heart broke at those words and they held Eva impossibly tighter, kissing her temple. "Oh god, Eva, no." They noticed how both of their partners' hands shook as they held onto each other and pulled themselves together a little. "V, sweet thing, firstly, you never have to worry about us leaving you because we love you because of who you are and not because of your grades or your cheer ability or any of that. We're so proud of you for it, but we love you, not a report card."

Eva nodded hesitantly. Chess brushed the hair away from her face, hand lingering a second on her forehead, taking in the subtle warmth, all whilst looking as sincerely as they could into her eyes.

"You don't need to prove yourself either." Kate drew their attention. "You're wonderful the way you are and, like, even though sometimes it doesn't feel like it, you don't need to push yourself to this point, because you will always be good enough because you're you." She paused. "I don't think that made sense, I think I tried too hard to sound as eloquent as Checkers."

Chess laughed and Eva did too. Kate blushed, hiding their face in Eva's hands. "I mean, you tried, Kitkat."

Eva cackled, "Yeah, A+ for effort."

"Hey! The sentiment's still there, though!"

Laughter dimming, Eva nodded. "Of course. I love you and your confusing monologues."

Chess grinned at the two of them, Kate giving Eva a look of pure adoration before flying into her arms. They fell backwards against the carpet as Kate leapt on the two of them, teasing a mutual, "Oof," from all three.

"What the fuck!! What the fuck is this!!" Kate clung to them in her preferred koala pose. "You can't say that to me!! I am but a hopeless gay and now you have made me flustered!!!!! Illegal!!! How dare you!"

Chess laughed, the kind of laugh that makes you feel like you're filled up with bubbles, all bright and clear. On top of them, Eva yawned, pushing her head into Kate's elbow with a catlike whimper. Kate looked alarmed suddenly, rolling off the other two to lie flat on their back, legs instinctively hooking themselves up and onto the bed covers. "Aves, you okay? Chess, she's warm, is she-"

Placing a newly-freed arm onto their partner's stomach, they cut her off before she could spiral any further, "She'll be fine, she's just a dumbass," Chess lowered their voice, creating brackets with their hands, "(Affectionately), and has overworked herself."

"I am still here."

"Shhhpsspshspshpspshp," Kate placed a hand over Eva's mouth. "We look after you now."

Chess nodded and pulled the other two with them back onto their bed. Eva curled up with her head on their chest, fingers jittering, still tapping out letters into their side. They took her hands and lifted them to their lips. "Love you too."

The bed dipped as Kate returned from a trip across the room, a huge packet of nachos in her hand. Chess once again fondly regretted letting them in their room - first nail varnish, then crumbs, what would be next? "I cannot believe you."

"What?!"

"V was literally about to go to sleep but no, you ruined it with your bloody crunching."

Kate paused mid-crunch. "Oopth-"

Eva giggled between the two, reaching a hand into Kate's bag of chips.

Kate looked practically jubilant. "HA! See, she's actually eating, it was a good thing after all."

"I cannot believe I'm being betrayed by my own two significant others."

Kate grinned, "Love you!!!"

Eva shuffled closer, shutting her eyes, "Yeah, we love you."

Chess stole the bag out of Kate's hand, "If you love me that much, you'll give me some nachos."

"Fuck you. This is gay sabotage." But Kate was still grinning, and Eva's warm little body was shaking with silent laughter and Chess allowed themselves to forgive Kate for the crumbs in the bed. Just this once.

#we are the tigers #chess watt #kate watt #eva watt #eva sanchez #kate dalton #chess belmont #checkateva #my writing #swearing tw #um?? #sadness tw?????? #oops this was meant to be cute and then got angsty #AAA I HAVE TO GO APOLOGIES I WILL COME BACK AND EDIT THIS LATER IM SORRY IF ITS BAD #food mention #ellie writes sometimes

[madeline-kahn]

feel like pure shit just want mutual checker back

[topconfessions]

lol ok what i dont get: if you honestly believe all these shady/gross things about Top, WHYYY you still wanna shoot your shot??? lmao like if everything you said about him was true he seems like the last person you'd wanna fck

Lol ok Girl a shot is a shot. A bag is a bag. A chance is a Chance. An opportunity is an opportunity. How many dumb bitches give their own dusty ass men shit and hell for coming remotely close for being / aspiring to be like Drake yet they would open their legs to drake himself in a heartbeat if they had the chance, knowing how ran through he supposedly is. (Although I know an insider who knows drake and she said he wasn't actually fucking half the girls he was linked to. He is flirty and cool.)

Think about it - the come up. The connections. The chance for networking. The exposure to the a society and a lifestyle full of nothing but benefits, electric material and atmosphere to scmoohze in if you play your cards right and don't have an addictive messy personality to over indulge.

TOP is the last guy I would want to be dumb enough to take seriously in falling in love with and expecting / demanding him to be 100% normal boyfriend material. He is also the last guy I would consistently fuck on a regular basis. You know. YOU KNOW there is men we fuck with and deal with for regular dating and drama and then Someone like TOP is someone if you are going to sleep with you know you can't put him in that category and it is much more to that in the end game. He isn't joosung or jaehyun from Tinder Kakao or Meef.

With all due respect you would be an idiot to think that 98% of all celebrities American and Asian have fucked with and dated people who truly was full heartedly there for the pure sake of someone being their type and their feelings.

Anyways point is if I had a chance to meet TOP, Why would I be stupid enough as a single girl who appeals to him and just enough if not right up his alley minus body (I am taller than him and gained during quarantine so I got a little tummy right now lol) to not seize the opportunity and try my shot? You gotta think like a man with this. The worse he can do is say no, pretend he didn't understand which would be hard to do or lie and trade info then never get back to me. I have everything to gain and nothing to lose cause TOP while he slept with an idiot he is not as loose as BTS and he isn't easy to find again. Your 1 shot to shoot with him is the last unless you are a sasaeng level stalker and can play it off well like you frequent those places naturally. Bur we both know TOP usually hangs out at exclusive places the general public is not allowed into. That is the point.

If I spotted top and managed to succeed in shooting my shot it doesn't automatically mean I would sleep with him nor does it mean he would instantly try me. We don't know if he propositioned Han seo hee for sex or if she put it on him first or if it mutually happened. We only that did they sleep together point blank. Either way if I shot my shot and succeeded I'm taking full advantage for the sake of hypergamy and exploring the art world more among other things.

No matter what I personally think of him we know being friends with him let alone getting on a dating level opens doors to so much. I can secure my initial shot then develop a close communication and realtionship and have him teach me about all the spots he visits, meet all the artists, studio heads, art studio heads, gallery owners, insiders and get into the restaurants overseas and local with his expertise and recommendation as well as with his word for me. I hate to say this but if you can really find that spot on TOP and really bond with him or make him fall for you he seems like the type who will always want to be around you within due reason and space and he will set you up within reason.

This isn't checkers honey. It's chess.

Think of this as modern day pretty woman minus the escorting and that TOP is mega old lol.

If I can manage to get TOP to introduce me to the influential people and all his connects or at least do a "shes with me she's good" so I can return to these places with or without him, I'm set. I'm not calling him a stepping stone or practice but if it never works out with TOP therotically from this hypothetical then at least I've gained more than I've walked in with knowledge wise, connection wise and socializing wise. Also his jump offs always trying hard to appease him on IG by adopting his interests trying to seem 20x smarter than they actually are and its very try hard.

At least with me with my former Museum background I could naturally indulge topics with him. I'm an equally as eclectic as he is and I can introduce him to new things too. Just not physically most of the time. It's a lot.

Longggg story short. I would shoot my shot cause it's a window of opportunity for a higher life and enrichment also its a chance for me to see upclose if he really misunderstood or if he is batshit crazy and needs help like people say.

Again if it didn't work out I can ALWAYS use all I got and learned to apply it to another high society guy after him.

Not to be mean but you gotta be silly if you think there arent men and women out there not shooting their shots with people they dont truly like or attracted to or hell even give a damn about cause they see the vision of the bigger picture. Also yall may get offended but I told the truth. Girls these days love posting hate, relatable hate and anti male content we hate guys. Men aint shit. Fuck boys but ask them what celebrities they would date or fuck in a heartbeat if they had a chance regardless of age dead or alive and they would all name men that go against everything they give their own bfs shit for or say they don't want a guy. No average girl wants a guy who is a mess but they want a messy guy who has everything going for him and doesnt necessarily need her.

That didn't apply to the question but it sums everything up. I always side chicks who talk shit but foam out the mouth over guys who are clearly disgusting for the sake of attraction and dick. Nothing wrong with that but you know. Like my drake example. Drake would actually throw you a bone or take care of you for the hot minute you two are together or side fucking. He's known to be generous and not re-po. I don't have an opinion on drake and I'm neutral but I would shoot my shot at him just to get some debt cleared up and also get exposed to a new circle and higher places, you get it?

Hope this crazy long spill answers your question. Why would I apply normal standards to a guy who is not normal and lives beyond my basic tax bracket and social class? TOP is a superstar and you can't fuck him like he is some cute Korean guy off tender from the bay area and apply these dating norms to him. Why would I go in shooting my shot based on how I really feel? You think all these girls, IG girls and actresses judge who they have sex with based on normal attraction feelings alone?

Think about it.

If he was Zico aint no fucking way in hell I'd shoot. Don't forget I am still a fan. I am hard on top and call out the bullshit and although I think he looks basic in photos and the sexy suit mystique is gone doesn't mean I think he repulsive. Minus the suspected herp on his lip he still is an attractive guy. He has a cute personality but its overshadowed by a lot of the bullshit.

I'd be stupid not to shoot my shot. Nobody goes after Justin Bieber wife Hailey who was a hardcore fan who probably wouldn't have shot her if he fell apart and got exiled super quick.

You don't need strictly sex to get your way in or come out with a fairytale. Hope you all learned something.

[explorersofsky]

feel like pure shit just want mutual checker back

#ktext #i miss it :(

[imagine-loki]

Atlas: Space, Moon

TITLE: Atlas: Space

CHAPTER NO./ONE-SHOT: 5/12

AUTHOR: fanfictrashdump

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine narrating episodes of Loki’s life with the Avengers based on the songs from Sleeping At Last’s “Atlas: Space” album. 

RATING: T-M

NOTES/WARNINGS: Welcome to my Sleeping At Last’s Atlas: Space challenge, aka Another writing project I do not have time for, but my brain insisted on doing.

This series will be less like a multichapter fic and more of a one-shot compendium, but that they all interconnect in one way or another. It will revolve around Loki and Becca’s relationship (Taking Turns, Glow, Helmet Heists–don’t worry, more Loki-Charlie stuff will be along) and I will use those one-shots as reference to the timeline. Each chapter will be one song, used as inspiration for the story.

Chapter 5: Moon

Summary: Hell hath no wrath like an out-of-the-loop Tony. Are you ready for this to get kinda soft? Because it gets kinda soft. (Happens previous to Taking Turns.)

Warnings include: Language. Loki wishing heat-stroke had taken him, soft and vulnerable frost giant fluff, and two idiots who just need to fucking kiss already.

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[Instrumental track-really good reading music, btw]

Loki groaned pitifully as he awoke. His whole body felt like it had been dipped in lead and tossed to the bottom of the deepest ocean where he fell into an ever-deepening trench. Except he wasn’t dipped in anything. He wasn’t in the ocean. He was in the Med Bay, after, most likely, being pulled out of the mission, and, after the humiliation of passing out, he just wished he was drowning.

He tried moving his fingers first, opening and closing his fists tentatively to gauge the ache. He found the dull throb a reminder that he was, indeed, an idiot. His skin looked pale–well, paler than usual–and several lines seemed to have been placed directly into his veins with fluids. He wondered how Banner had even managed to get the needles to pierce his skin, but that was neither here nor there.

A noise of pages turning beside him, rustled. Loki bargained with the universe to end his miserable existence now, rather than have to face the person he knew was occupying the chair beside his bed. The universe denied his plea, as it always did. He wondered why he even bothered asking, anymore.

Becca looked about as tired as he felt. Though her hair was tied up in a sleek braid that was draped over her shoulder, and her clothes looked fresh and kempt, her eyes had dark bags beneath them. They were also rimmed in red. She had been crying. Surely it had not been over him, had it? With a groan, he sat up.

“Welcome back.” Her voice was soft, though hoarse and her face was littered in small, half-healed cuts. He must not have been asleep for too long. He was almost hesitant to break the calm quietness of the moment, though that was quickly solved. 

The sound of Bruce repeating Tony’s name in a plea echoed in the empty medical facility. A second later Tony, red in the face, was in front of Loki’s cot, pointer finger gesturing the Prince.

“Do you have any idea how fucked we could have been because of your little stunt?” Loki had the good sense to look down in shame, hair forming a dark curtain around his face to hide the flush creeping up his neck. “If Becca hadn’t been in position to get to you, we’d be retrieving your corpse right around now. Do you understand that, Loki? Dead! You would survived every other fucking thing the Universe had thrown at you and you would’ve bowed out because of fucking heat stroke!”

He growled, seemingly no longer capable of speech and knocked over a tray, making both Becca and Loki start.

“I had to pull Thor from his assignment because I had no idea if he was going to pass out, too. We had to scramble the whole roster to finish the mission because you weren’t bothered to tap out when you reached your limit! We nearly fucked this whole op because of you. You are in such deep shit, Mischief. I swear to God!”

With that sentiment hanging in the air, Tony turned tail and stomped his way out of the hospital room.

Loki turned to Becca, his eyes looked pained as he took her in. “I’m so–” She raised a finger, wordlessly telling him to hold his thought before she pointed back at the Med Bay entrance where Tony was rushing back in. She seemed almost amused by the man’s predictability. In reality, she was just used to seeing this song and dance routine being done with Peter.

“A frost giant in 110 plus degree heat? Really? You should have told us, Loki!” He roared and Loki stilled as his blood ran as cold as his species name. “You should have told us the second you started working here. Let me be clear. I don’t give a shit what the hell you are. You can be an ice giant, a fae princess or a goddamn opossum–you don’t keep that from us!” He raked his hair frustratedly, trying to swallow the rest of his yelling and barely succeeding. “I would have given you a different beat on mission. I would have given you both a different beat.” Loki opened his mouth to protest, but was promptly cut off. “Do you think I don’t know you went on that mission because of Becks? What kind of a moron do you take me for?”

“Not a damn word, Loki,” Becca warned, smirking. “This is not the moment to be clever.” Loki pressed his mouth to a thin line, glaring shortly at the woman for denying him his only defense mechanism at present. 

Tony rolled right through the joke, too keyed up to be amused. “You are grounded, do you hear me? Grounded! No more missions until I decide that you’ve learned your damn lesson. No more leaving the compound for pizza in the city. No special passes to Asgard. Completely grounded. Am I understood?”

Loki surprised himself by nodding effusively to the demands, back pressed against the headboard as though he intended to meld into the wall behind him. Tony stomped back out, muttering out loud about idiots who were going to give him a heart attack. Loki glanced back at Becca, who was sitting crisscross, book abandoned on the portion of her thighs left bare by her shorts. In the scratchy paper gown Loki felt entirely out-of-place in her presence. Still, he couldn’t find it in himself to want to leave.

Despite her neutral expression, he could see something akin to hurt lurking behind her eyes. “I didn’t tell–”

“It’s fine,” Becca cut in, waving him off. “It was none of my business. I get it.” She sniffed delicately, her eyes dropping to the checkered floor of the hospital as if it help some great secret.

“Rebecca…”

She glanced up and unwound her legs, reaching forward to ruffle his hair. “I’m glad you’re OK.”

When she made to leave, Loki wrapped his fingers around her wrist and held her still. “It wasn’t because of you or because I didn’t trust you.”

The woman looked like she debated not arguing but thought better of it at the last moment, letting the frustration pour out of her every pore. “That doesn’t change the fact that I was the one who watched you almost die without knowing the reason.”

“I didn’t want it to change how you saw me,” he explained for reasons he could not comprehend.

Becca scoffed, leaning down to get eye level with him. He could feel her breath on his face and at any other point in time, he would have celebrated being in this position. Something in the back of his head told him he shouldn’t cheer this time around.  “Literally no one gave a shit what you looked like as we dragged your giant-ass, blue body onto the jet. We only prayed you wouldn’t die before we hit ally airspace, you fucking moron,” she explained slowly, voice trembling and eyes watering. “We work with a bioengineered, sentient gem–you’re not that fucking special.”

Loki swallowed thickly, suddenly terrified of the burning rage reflected in her warm eyes. It was bright, beaming, smoldering fear that fueled it. Fear that she would lose him before they managed to land somewhere that might have been safe to intervene on him. Fear that she would lose a colleague, a friend. Fear that she would never make him pay for keeping her in the dark for so long. Loki felt every last bit of that fear, magnified tenfold to become his own.

He leaned his forehead onto her clasped hand. “I didn’t want you to know who I really was and chance scaring you off.”

“Are you dumb or what?” She snapped, gritting her teeth in an effort to contain her tears. “Why would I judge you over something you have no control over? After all we’ve done? All we’ve lived? I thought I showed you who I was a little better than that.”

“It wasn’t about you–”

“Evidently it was or you wouldn’t care if I saw!” She snapped before sighing, brushing his tangled hair back with her free hand. “You worried me a hell of a lot.” There was so much held back in her voice, he could tell, but he was not about to try his luck and pressure her into revealing her secrets. 

“I’m sorry, Rebecca.” Loki had never apologized for a damn thing in his life, but he couldn’t help but let the words slip now, as she watched him with worry in her eyes and hurt in her soul.

“Scoot over, Evil Smurf,” she teased softly, and the words landed as painfully as if she had called him my love. He wanted this. He wanted this playful pain, but he couldn’t reason to himself why. 

Swallowing a groan, he shifted over in the hospital cot. Becca clambered in easily and draped her arm around his shoulders, feeling him tense momentarily. After a second, the warmth of her digits seeped into his skin, and he melted into her side. When he let out a small sad whine, she pressed a kiss to his temple and allowed him to hide his face into the crook of her neck. Whether their silent agreement to shelve their discussion was due to shock of their mutual vulnerability or pure exhaustion, it was unsure. They merely accepted the conditions and sat tangled up, with only the sound of their breathing.

That’s how Bruce found them, asleep, an hour later when he went in to change Loki’s IV bag.

#Loki #Lover #Angst #Others #Submitted fic #submission #atlas space #moon #chapter 5 #Fanfictrashdump

[rockfact]

feel like pure shit i just want my mutual checker back <3 <3

#I HAVE NEW MUTUALS AND I DONT HAVE THEIR URLS/ICONS MEMORIZED YET !!!! FUCK

[exitiumsuum]

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I did not realize how much of this community is mostly mobile, but seeing this, I felt I should make a mobile rules link sooner rather than later. This is a direct copy paste from my rules page, so if you have already read them, feel free to skip unless you really want a refresher. Mobile followers, here you go.

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Too old for this shit, and probably a lot older than you, 13+ years RP experience. Will only smut if -you- are over 18, too. Sorry kiddos. And I mean it. Do not lie to me. I WILL find out. I know all the tricks, too. I’ve been in this game a long time.

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