#tagging them cause they got hated the most recently

[imfinereallyy]

@henderdads posted this about domestic fluff and I realize that I love this trope and I just don’t write enough of it, and I wanted to give her a little treat to read. Mostly because her tags when she reblogs on my post give me absolute joy, I laugh every time.

Two things might come as a surprise when getting to know Steve Harrington. The first being he didn’t actually like parties. He likes making other people feel good, wants to make them happy. Hence why for years, he lets Tommy and Carol wreak havoc on his house. It makes them happy and, for a short while, makes most of Hawkins High happy. Steve, in retrospect, has learned to regret this since he has now gained a reputation for being a party king, despite not throwing one in years, but he knows all too well how hard it is to let go of a high school reputation.

The second surprising fact is that Steve Harrington hated his birthday. Well, maybe hate wasn’t the right word, but he has incredibly low expectations for his birthday. Either everyone forgets his birthday, or somehow Steve is reminded that he is an inconvenience.

“Sorry sweetie, your dad has a business meeting that day.”

“Dude, I have a baseball game in that night could we do something another day?”

“I’m late! I know, we stayed up all night playing D&D. I even forgot to call Suzie!”

Steve isn’t necessarily hurt per se when these things happen. He knows that some people, more than others, are really trying. That it’s human to make mistakes. But Steve doesn’t like to get his hopes up; that’ll be much better than that.

There is also the more commonly now known fact that Steve doesn’t like being the center of attention. And birthdays come along with a lot of that. Sure, Steve wants someone to pay attention to him, really listen to what he has to say, but he has long since out grown the desperate need to have everyone look at him.

It is why it is such a surprise the upside down crew throws him a 24th birthday party.

Steve always thought something like this would upset him, but he is delightfully warm at the sight of all his friends, all of his family, inside Robin and Nancy's apartment screaming,

“Surprise, Dingus!”

Steve can’t believe she got everyone to say that.

After the shock of seeing them all packed like sardines wearing party hats, Steve can’t help but smile.

Eddie walks up to him, placing a hat on his head and a soft kiss on his cheek. “I tried to stop them,” Eddie whispers. “I know you don’t like parties, but they just wanted to show how much they love you. It was hard to say no.”

Steve turns to Eddie, a man who knows him inside and out and knows he can’t lie to him. “I thought I would hate this, but I don’t. It’s perfect.” He kisses Eddie on the lips, just as soft as the one before.

“Good, because I really didn’t try to stop them.” Eddie smiles into the kiss.

“Ew!”

“Gross!”

“Get a room!”

Various shouts across the room cause the couple to giggle and pull apart. Eddie flips them all off, “It’s been four years, assholes! Grow up.”

Eddie runs off to particularly chase Mike, who actually hasn’t said anything but did make a face, and Steve can’t help but be overwhelmed by joy.

🎉🦇🎉🦇

Hours later, after the cake has been cut and the presents have been shared, and his kiddos are definitely way too drunk, the party doesn’t show any signs of slowing down. And Steve, who is having fun but growing antsy since he slowed down on drinking years ago, isn’t quite sure what to do with himself.

He doesn’t want to ruin the fun or make anyone think he didn’t have a good time. This is one of the best birthdays, if not the best one, he’s ever had. But Steve is getting overwhelmed and worn out. He isn’t really tired, but being social has reached its capacity for the night.

Even so, he can’t help but laugh at Robin as she tells a story about the most recent disaster of her sign language class, where kids keep accidentally swearing instead of the proper words.

Eddie catches his eye across the room; he looks happy as he talks to Hop and Wayne. But even mid-conversation, across the sea of people, he tugs his helix piercing over his right ear twice.

It’s their signal for, “Do you want me to come over?”

Steve rubs the scar over his left eye twice, “Yes please.” It means.

Eddie excuses himself and makes his way to Steve. “Hey, baby.” He interrupts Robin mid-rant, who makes a sound of drunken protest. “Did we feed Mrs. Pierson’s cat today?”

Another signal, which translates, “Do you want to go home?”

And Steve knows he can just tell Eddie yes, and they can stay at the party, and Steve will have fun, and he’ll be happy, but it isn’t what he wants. What he wants is to be at home with their own cat Beelzebub, snuggled up in their bed. So Steve says, “Shit, I don’t think we did.” Yes, please. Let’s go home.

Eddie acts quickly. They make their rounds, say goodbyes, and make their excuses. Everyone lovingly pokes at their forgetfulness. The couple insists everyone stays and enjoys themselves. Steve thanks everyone with individual hugs.

Steve and Eddie hold pinkies the entire walk home, down the streets of Indianapolis. The dark night blanket of night, and the never-ending sound of the city, keeping them safe enough to risk the intertwined digits.

When they make it home, they say nothing. They unwind slowly. Sharing kisses, delicately take off each other's clothes, hum into each others mouths. There is nothing rushed, or rough; they have time now. There will be moments for that later.

And in their journey from the front door to the bed, Eddie kisses the place where Steve’s shoulder and neck meet. It’s his signal for “I love you.”

Later, when they are tangled up in the sheets, heavy breaths slowing down, Eddie’s arms wrapped around him, Steve leans up and kisses the tip of Eddie’s nose. It’s his signal for “I love you more.”

Eddie’s smile back says, “that just isn’t possible.”

“Thank you for today.” Steve finally speaks out loud, playing with Eddie’s fingers.

“Oh, it isn’t over yet, baby.” And Eddie jumps out of bed naked, running out of the room.

Steve can’t help but cackle at his boyfriend's antics. There is a sudden thump on the bed; Steve peeks down to see their cat making his home on the end of their bed like he knows they are finally done for the night. “Hey, bee.” Steve scratches him behind his ear, earning a resounding purr from him. A little to the left, it means.

Eddie comes back into the room and dives back into the bed, bouncing Beelzebub but not startlingly him enough to move. Steve supposes he’s used to his father's antics. “Okay, I would tell you to close your eyes, but I know you’re not going to listen, so I’m just going to hand them to you.”

Steve giggles and grabs the pieces of paper in his hands and his heart stops. “Eddie.”

“Steve.” Eddie’s grin is wide.

“These are three tickets to see Madonna.”

“Yup.” Eddie pops his ‘p’ clearly proud of himself. “One for you, one for Robs of course, and one for me.”

Steve whispers in awe, “But you hate Madonna.”

Eddie brushes the hair out of Steve’s face, “Please, no one can hate Madonna.” Eddie’s eyes turn soft, “Besides, you love her, and you love me. It only felt fair to have us both in the same place. And you’d worry the entire time if I wasn’t there.”

Steve throws his arms around Eddie, squeezing him tight. Hoping he can translate how much he loves this man through it. Steve loves making other people happy, but no one has loved making Steve happy, quite like Eddie. “I love you so much,” Steve says once he leans back.

Eddie kisses the place where his shoulder and his neck meet. I love you. Eddie kisses the tip of his nose. I love you more. Finally, he holds Steve’s face and says aloud,

“I love you too.”

***

Was this perhaps inspired by the fact I turn 24 in a week and a half? Maybeee. I’m a lot like Steve in this where I have such mixed feelings about my birthday. I’m feeling a lot of anxiety about it if I’m honest, and I don’t have high hopes.

Unlike me, I don’t have a partner like Eddie, but Steve deserves the world and I wanted him to have some loving and domestic fluff. The idea that these two have secret signals is an important headcannon to me, and I would love to see others take on it.

I hope @henderdads you enjoyed this if you made it this far. It was a lot of fun to write. :)

#steddie #giving these boys the fluff they deserve #they have secret signals for everything #especially a ‘can you believe this guy’ one #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #birthday blues #stranger things #domestic fluff #happy ending #my writing #platonic stobin #Robin Buckley

[deafeninggardenerpanda]

About Kirbypurrs:

Recently, they made a post talking about a targeted smear campaign against them. As someone who used to be a close friend of theirs, I wanted to share my experiences.

On the surface they're certainly charismatic and easy to talk to, but they've never been able to hold down any relationship deeper than that due to their own faults. In all the time I've known them personally, they've shown to be nothing but an incredibly self-absorbed, toxic, and manipulative person who is unable to accept fault or responsibility for a situation they caused or got wrapped into of their own volition. Time and time again I've given them chances and chances and tried to reach out to them and be understanding and thought the best of them only to be let down by them as a friend and told, actually, I'm the problem, no matter what that situation is. If you try to come up to them about a concern, or tell them you they shouldn't do whatever thing, they will apologize to your face, but in reality, they'll always claim it was a You problem. For example, one time Purrs broke a preestablished rule of our friend group chat. We had that rule written down and put in pins, even. When I told them to stop, they made it out to be me "not letting them speak when something bad happened to them again" and that I was being mean to them by telling them to stop in the first place. This is the kind of person Purrs is. They never apologized about their actions and still think that I wronged them to this day.

Purrs claims that no one has ever come up to them telling them what the issue is. This is BLATANTLY untrue. It is a long, long pattern spanning many years with them that they will avoid confrontation at any costs, even if that confrontation is as simple as a "hey, could you not do this?". They have ghosted people for coming up to them about concerns, and will often dodge around the concern in the first place. Purrs if you're reading this, I have personally tried to reach out to you about concerns only for you to say "I would tell you if I had a problem with you" and then go to the extent of leaving voice chats when I join, softblocking me from your priv, and actively avoiding me wherever I am, without warning or explanation, all for having the audacity to ask you if there was an issue in the first place. And I am not the first person you have done this to, by far. I have personally witnessed you do this to another person not including me, just in the slightly more than a year we were friends. I have spoken to people who were friends with you years before I was friends with you who had the same experience. You have told us stories of how "overbearing" and "clingy" others have been in the past for daring to constantly ask if you had an issue with them due to your poor treatment of them. And despite your claimed "I would tell you if I had a problem with you" attitude, I personally have seen you actively avoid Another two people when they tried to be friendly with you, only for you to shittalk them to absolute hell in our friend group chat about things they could never have known were rubbing you the wrong way, or about things that were, quite frankly, stupid of you to make their fault anyways. Remember that time you got mad at someone because their headcanons were getting more attention than yours? Remember that time you hated someone's guts and ranted about them on multiple occasions in our group chat because you were upset they didn't use tone tags, and then when I said "You should tell them you need tone tags" you got pissed at me instead for not letting you vent? Good times /s

Purrs does not care about fixing problems any problems they cause. They are one of the most hypocritical people I have ever known. If you ever try to act like everything is anything but rainbows and sunshine, they will distance yourself from you and shittalk you behind your back before you even realize. They are the one that will make all these false and exaggerated claims about others. I have witnessed it again and again over situations I was there for, even. Again Purrs, if you are reading this, despite what you think and what you keep telling people, I'm not the reason this supposed smear campaign of yours has come up again. Everyone who speaks ill of you does so because of their own experiences with you. Everyone who I have spoken to about you did not have their opinion changed because of me; those were always their experiences from the start. I just made them realize that this has always been a pattern with you. I'm not going to say that I have never been in the wrong ever, and there are times I genuinely believe you've been unfairly treated and gotten the short end of the stick, but overall in this situation, I know that I am in the right due to the sheer amount of people you've fucked over the exact same way you have me. You are a shitty friend and a shitty person. I cannot express the countless amount of people you have fucked up badly by betraying our trust. It would do everyone well to stay away from you.

To anyone else who has had bad experiences with Purrs, I encourage you to state them on my post. Their behavior has always been a trend, but for the most part, everyone affected has been courteous enough to keep it in the private space. I am done with them playing the victim and I am done with others being hurt by them.

#negative

[dogwittaablog]

NOLPATS BURNER ACCOUNT

SO HERE IS THE TEA AND BREAKDOWN ON NOLANS ALLEGED TWITTER BURNER (I also want to apologise for the initial hostile reply to the anon that sent it in I was just taken back cause there weren't upfront receipts).

If you’re wondering how this alleged account was figured out, an anon said someone tweeted about it and decided to look into it... and then now we are here...

SO HERE WE GO!

His FIRST account that went under @ gollpatter the account got suspended (He tweets about it on his second account, but you’re still able to see everything).

So now the account he is using the new one is @ shottergallas.

(So just remember there are two accounts. I know some can get confused lol).

WARNING: I know people are going to be running up the accounts anyways but will say just a heads up you will be finding shit that you don’t like mentioning SA and misogynistic comments, some of the comments are towards the incident of WJC 2018. (If I’m right it’s brought up on @ gollpatter)

Now we may all be here like okay… how do we know or assume it's actually him??? Here is my personal observation

If you look at the following on the first account @ GOLLPATTER. You can see that there are about 4+ people on there that he follows that are obviously his friends and has Steinbach Manitoba in the bio. Some of the content and influencers he follows or interacts with on there also align with his recent or past followings/likes/engagements on Instagram from celebs, influencers, sport hosts and even onlyfangirls (I’ll even get specific if I have to) . His interests are evidently displayed throughout his account... things like MMA, golf, hockey, Joe Rogan, Theo Von and other typical guy shit, but as I said if you followed up on him or paid attention to his Instagram activity it adds up. 

(Screenshot of his followings the only thing is they don't follow back)

An Anon that initially sent me the sub on why she thought or had her own conclusions to why she thought it was him which I’ll be copying and pasting the sub down below and adding the links to the info she provided! To make everyone’s lives easier.

here’s the account introducing himself as goll patt: (X)

here’s the account calling jets/ava pond hockey last night: (X)

here’s that account excited about nolan’s friends ‘coggie’ return to the ‘national’ 6 days ago: (X)

and the related headline where Dylan Coghlan, Nolan’s former teammate returned to the NHL from the AHL:  (X)

here’s that account being called pat by its friends in the reply of previous tweet: (X)

account being call pats/patty by friends:  (X)

same account agreeing with hate on the vegas golden knights as a franchise, praising nic hauge and his wife:  (X)

The hockey talk on the account that pop up usually I noticed has pertained to Vegas and the Flyers (some slight shady tweets mostly but nothing over the top) Maybe just some coincidence but I mean hey… we all know what teams he’s played for. Plus there are some Travis Konency mentions on there as well…

So “his” account interacts with the same 2-4 twitter accounts and these accounts tend to tag him in post about Nolpats which I found a bit ironic…

So the last to this which I thought was another eyebrow raiser, was another burner account that has some mutuals but isn't entirely active. Also tagged his account in a post regarding a Tik Tok. The context of the Tiktok was how most likely pro athletes do see the things you post online about them.

So would like to end this off with reminding you that this ALLEGED and there’s no real confirmation it’s him. You’re able to form your own opinion and perspective if you decide to look through and analyse the accounts yourself. I could go on more on some other details, but decided to just touch up on the things that stood out to me. I also was limited to adding content like photos and videos.

#this is probably a whirl wind for some especially once you start looking into the account lmaooo #BUT CANNOT STRESS THIS IS ALLEGED #have to really repeat that #i could probably go on about how I myself wasn't really sure on the account and found some things odd but once you start taking a look #and even looking into the mutual accounts #you kind of start to think theres a slight chance #anyyywaaysss #very interested in what everyones got to say and if you think its fake or real or youre stuck in the middle #also an alleged matt rempe fan too #nolan patrick #my post #np19

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not telling someone I wasn't their bully 100% of the time

Hey so I was a shitty kid and i willbe TA for most of the story. However the ambiguous non-ending spins around my head nonstop

! In high-school I met a friend, Lacy (mtf) who had recently come out. We bonded over mutual Fandoms and shared classes and ended up pooling friends. I was already tight friends with one other girl we can call Sam. Sam went to another school but me and her had been best friends for many years and talked constantly online. After spending a lot of time with Lacy, and with L and S in a group, I started to get a little crush. Me and Lacy had this habit of passing comic notes to eachother between classes and they were just so fun. Anyways I ended up passing them one asking them out and she agreed. We talked about it casually after and I kept the note. In the background, me and Sam talk constantly about Lacy. Outside of school, online, Lacy often goes on long rants and tangents and caps it off being painfully self depreciating and insinuating self harm. I honestly don't hold that against her too much, given how young we were and how much stuff was going on. Very quickly I realize this tiny crush evaporates in the heat of her stomping rants. My gut sinks when Lacy mentions we are dating. It's been less than a day. Sam messages me immediately and I make the terrible snap decision to lie. I lie about it and I have the evidence so my version becomes correct. I tell Sam I didn't *really* ask Lacy out, blah blah. The lie doesn't end. Lacy has an explosive breakdown about it, well warranted, and I lie to adults and school administrators as well. We were friends, I guess she got too attached, we talk all the time but no. I never asked her to date. Papers signed, case closed. Lacy blocks me everywhere. The year ends. I resign to never speaking to her, as the unquestioned bully in this situation I wouldn't have the right to approach her about it. I think I send one anon ask completely unrelated to her or our lives, then block her back as is only fair.

Short hop forwards a month or two. Sam sends me a message about an update to Lacys blog. Lacy is otherkin and Sam is laughing at the kin list, sending anon messages mocking Lacy about the choices and identity. Very unfamiliar with otherkin but struggling with gender thoughts myself I don't respond much.

Fast forward a few years. Me and Sam don't talk much now. I got a boyfriend and couldn't help love how much he ignored me. Everything else fell through cracks. Working at my restaurant job one day, who else comes in but Lacy. We are very busy, I try to be quick, don't make eye contact. "Party of....for Lacy?" She nods. The lobby is full so they walk out the door and never come back. Later when my shift is over I unblock and check her blog. She's made a post saying I was her abuser and had sent her constant anon hate since bullying her in hs. Checking her ask tag I see Sam on anon sends 3-6 hate messages a year. I do nothing and leave everyone be and move on.

Another 3 years goes by. Sam reaches out. She's terminally ill, and we speak stiffly for a few IMs. I don't forgive myself for leaving her and decide it's best we don't keep talking. Another few years and Sam passes. Our old friends go through Sam's papers and pc files reminiscing and find pages and pages of shared chat logs between me L and S. It really was a harsh reminder of how cruel I had been, speaking behind Lacys back and lying. I don't doubt I caused her lasting trauma with my actions.

Part of me wanted to reach out to Lacy and apologize, explaining myself and the misunderstanding and clearing the lie not because I wanted to feel absolved I just that it's finally done now. But it feels so cruel to do it when 1. As the original bully it's still not my place to seek closure 2. I can't just toss my friends corpse under this bus for no reason.

It's soon a decade since we all left school so the time seems well past. I just can't stop thinking about all the mistakes. And there seems no reason to bring it all up after all Sam can't say anything about it anymore and nobody is hurt believing i said these things. So, AITA for not telling Lacy it wasn't me bullying her most of the time?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[maochira]

Hello! Can I request hanging out at the beach with Blik boys in NEL series ?

Like how they would react to the reader in swimming trunks, them just fighting to be beside the reader in the bus (yes, again) and you can had other stuff…

"Again"? Ahh I think you're confusing me with @haikyuul0ver ahahah 😭 they recently wrote something about the boys fighting about who gets to sit next to their manager on the bus!! (check out their writing btw!!) But I'll gladly write your request! Only doing Bastard München for this because I don't want to put every team in one post, but I'll do the others separately!

Requests open! - NEL assistants masterlist

Beach day with Bastard München!

Tags: gn!reader, basing this on the simping headcanons, so your simps are Kaiser, Isagi, Ness and Hiori!!, Igaguri gets bullied😁, didn't write them reacting to reader in swimming clothes part but............. this was very silly and fun

Series synopsis: You, Claire (@deerangle3) and Mao (me) are assistants in the Neo Egoist League

-Kaiser and Isagi were fighting about which of them gets to sit next to you the entire time before getting on the bus. Ness really wanted to sit next to you as well, but he kept argumenting why Kaiser should get to sit next to you

-instead of fighting about it, Hiori asked you very nicely so he got to sit next to you!!

-Kaiser and Isagi were both very disappointed. Also, Claire and Mao kept making fun of them for being massive simps

-once you're at the beach, Kaiser offers to put sunscreen on you. Isagi does the same. They end up getting lost in ANOTHER fight so you just end up doing it by yourself

-they always get so lost in their fights about who gets to be close to you and Ness always joins to help Kaiser, so you end up being with Hiori most of the time. Unless Kaiser and Isagi get themselves together and act like normal people for once

-Kaiser is SUCH A DRAMA QUEEN. Complains about how hot it is and requires Ness to remind him when it's time to reapply sunscreen

-Kaiser gets water in his eyes ONCE and makes a really big deal out of it

-you have to calm him down and comfort him until his eyes stop burning. Then he starts using that as an advantage and gets water in his eyes multiple times because he knows you'll come to comfort him when he does

-Hiori doesn't go into the water most of the time. He's just sitting under a parasol to hide from the burning sun. He's either napping or watching you and the others

-you do convince him to join a little, though. Just swimming around and having a nice time!!!

-also Noa avoids being in the sun at all costs because as much sunscreen as he applies, he gets sunburnt VERY easily

-Kunigami doesn't go swimming either. He's just waiting for the day to be over

-Kurona acts as if he's a shark and tries to attack you many times. It turns into a fun game between the two of you!! You simps get jealous, tho

-Mao hates the beach, sand and saltwater, so she's either carried by Raichi or sitting on Gagamaru's shoulders the entire time. Raichi throws her into the water once tho. After that, she stays on Gagamaru's shoulders the entire time (probably getting an awful sunburn on the back as well)

-Claire is busy bullying Igaguri half of the time. The other half she's busy simping for Yukimiya

-Claire pushes Igaguri under the water and then she complains about how she "had to touch him"

-usually, Raichi and Claire don't like each other but when it comes to bullying Igaguri, they're happily working together

-you join to the Igaguri bullying as well. Cause. He kinda deserves it. Also, it's funny. Noa isn't that amazed by it, though

#bllk #blue lock #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x you #blue lock x you #bllk headcanons #blue lock headcanons #yoichi isagi x reader #isagi x reader #michael kaiser x reader #alexis ness x reader #yo hiori x reader #hiori x reader #michael kaiser x you #isagi x you #yoichi isagi x you #hiori x you #yo hiori x you #yo hiori #isagi yoichi #yoichi isagi #michael kaiser #alexis ness

[boykombat]

Bi-Han, "Me, and Me Alone."

Description: Being the Grandmaster meant that Bi-Han got what he always wanted. He enjoyed this power. So when that was threatened by one of your friends from Earthrealm, he has to put you in your place. Just to make sure you really know who you belong to.

Tags: creampies, jealousy, possessive nature, corruption, hair pulling, biting, light blood play, incorrect use of cryomancey.

words: 2.2k

other things: needy, jealous bi-han... I'm evil.

bi-han make up your mind and stop being a weiner challenge

❄️ Enjoy! ❄️

It was hard for Bi-Han to say he hated you when you looked so perfect shaking under him.

He didn't hate you, but he didn't love you either. You had some sort of a subordinate-master relationship with him. Despite that confusing fact, you were his, everyone in the Lin Kuei knew it without it being said.

Maybe the muffled, echoey cries of his name from his chambers gave them the idea. Who knows?

Bi-Han just hates the fact that he's never had any one like you before. How you so easily fold under his harsh control, how soft and sweet your moans are as he delivers cruel punishment with an iron fist.

He relishes in how sweet you are. Bi-Han can't help but be addicted at the feeling of corrupting you, one day at a time. Yet, corruption wasn't what it was all about, of course. It intrigued him how you took to his punishments without a second thought.

That fact meant that you were on his mind a lot, at the most inconvenient times. Flashes of you choking on his cock while he fucked your throat would stress him out throughout the day, and it made him very very hard to be around (literally). So, no wonder he lost his temper around. He'd get snappier at others, even at you sometimes.

Despite his cool, stern exterior.. seeing you genuinely get upset if he snapped at you made him upset. Bi-Han genuinely wanted to take the time to be responsible and explain his faults.

But he also just wanted to cup your pretty face in his palm, while he relentlessly thrusted into your pussy without a second thought any time you pouted at him.

Not that he'd ever tell you that, though.

Bi-Han would never admit to anyone that has as horny as he actually is. Maybe he considers a weakness. But know that when he has you at any chance, he wants you right then and there.

If you were sparring with him and you mess a move up? Bi-Han is fucking you into the mat until you can't even say his name any longer.

But what gets him the most is when people flirt with you. Even though Bi-Han has never put a label on what you both have going, he considers you his by proxy considering how many times he's stuffed his cock inside of you.

And he absolutely hates sharing his favorite toy.

People being more.. friendly towards you makes his blood freeze. Nearly literally sometimes. Bi-Han almost feels like either freezing the offender to death in an instant, or taking you to his quarters and filling you up until you can't walk.

He's the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, are you really gonna refuse him?

You'd recently had to befriend a group of Earthrealmers to help with some great deal in "saving the realms". Bi-Han could care less about their cause.

But when one of them draped his arms around your shoulders, and whispered sweet nothings into your ear.. The cryomancer nearly lost his shit. Bi-Han's face immediately hardened, and he grabbed your shoulder.

Bi-Han pressed you to his chest, sending a low growl to the Earthrealmer. He put on his angriest face, an icy expression as his eyes bore into the other mans.

You're oblivious to the flirtation from your new earthrealmer friend. You're also confused at Bi-Han's overprotective attitude. Bi-Han hates that man who dared to even look at you, and he wants you more than anything.

And he always gets what he wants.

That's how you got into your current situation.

Bi-Han slides his icy fingers down your spine, his cock buried to the hilt in your slick sex. He keeps you on your stomach, not even hands and knees. A hand is clutching your hip, keeping you flush against his hips.

He loves how greedy you are, how you take him so well. Being a cryomancer means he's so cold all the time. But your warm, wet pussy is all he wants at the end of the day. How you drip just from one round makes him go feral.

Your fingers clutch at the mattress, lips pulled open as you moan so sweetly for him. His name being coaxed from your lips with every push of his cock inside of you.

Bi-Han leans down, his chest pressing against your back. His hands find the space just above your shoulders, and the cryomancer pins you against the mattress. His silk sheets bring a softness to the scenario you find yourself in.

"Who do you belong to?" He barks in your ear, his tone rough and angry.

You can't respond, but you both know the answer. Bi-Han, and Bi-Han alone. He knows that you know by how you try to say his name, only to be interrupted by him hitting your spot by snapping his hips forward again.

"Repeat that?" The Grandmaster taunts with a sadistic smile.

His grip moves to your hair, roughly tugging on the strands to lift your face from the mattress. His lips curl in satisfaction at the drool running down your chin from him fucking you so good. There's even a drool spot on the sheets, how adorable.

The cryomancer pushes your shoulders down, his fingernails starting to dig back into your soft skin. The loud sound of wet skin against wet skin starts to fill the space again as he drills his thick cock into you without a second thought.

Your face pushes against the mattress due to him pushing your head down as he works his hips forwards and backwards. The hand in your hair squeezes the strange, your hair curled around his digits.

Bi-han's cum is already spilling from you. Hes finished twice, you haven't got to finish once. You're literally dripping down onto the silk sheets below, arousal fluid racing down your thighs.

He really won't let you cum unless he's in a really good mood. A tool for his pleasure at the end of the day.

Not that you minded, of course. Out of everyone in the Lin Kuei, he came to you to let out his sexual frustration. It was an honor, in a weird way.

As if by magic, your voice became the way Bi-Han loved hearing it. So soft and so vulnerable.

Bi-Han looked down at you, but he didn't let you go from his grip just yet. The anger still on his face as he fucked you relentlessly.

You cry his name out, your voice shaking with pure pleasure. It's a sound that brings him joy. There's a soft, pink blush dusting across his cheeks. A lazy, sadistic grin stretched onto his face as his head tilts back.

Bi-Han keeps you on his stomach so you can't see that face on him though.

"No one is allowed to even have a hint of closeness to you, you are mine." He growls into the open air, his thrusts picking up.

Needy whines draw from your mouth, and you can feel yourself getting closer to your breaking point. After trying to hold back, you no longer can.

That pressure in your stomach builds until you end up finishing, liquids sliding across your skin and onto the mattress.

Bi-Han knew you were gonna finish, does that mean he stops fucking you? Of course not. His cock continues to pound against your spot over and over without mercy.

A groan leaves his throat, and he tugs your head up from the mattress. Your hair in his tight grip, causing your neck to crane. He lifts your eyes just enough so you can see yourself in the mirror.

"Look closely. Look at how pathetic you are. Desperate for my cock, aren't you?" He growls, his icy tone faultering as another groan escapes him.

And your eyes do meet the reflection. He's behind you, a cold sweat rolling down his skin. His hair is tied back, strands falling out as he ruins you completely. Bi-Han's frame is so much larger than yours.

Rougher, and rougher. Harder, faster. He unleashes his pent up rage on his body by pushing you further. He doesn't care that you're overstimulated, you both love the electric feeling.

You're so wet and warm, it's making him act more out of control than usual. Bi-Han can feel your pussy already leaking with his seed from the multiple orgasms under his belt with just the session.

But the sensation of fucking you senselessly as the sound of his cum lubricating your cunt for him is making him needy. And Bi-Han is never needy.

It's the jealousy making him feel this way. More.. primal. There's a deep urge in his very being that he needs everyone to see that you belong to him.

Bi-Han swiftly flips you on his back, and you can see his face much better. He's panting, and you can see that your wetness has him in pure ectasy compared to his usual cruel demeanor.

His hands find your thighs, the cold tips of his fingers making goosebumps run though your body. Bi-Han leans down, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He takes an inhale, a groan leaving his mouth upon smelling the scent of your perfume.

It doesn't take him long to part your thighs and get back into it. Bi-Han's hands pin your thighs to the mattress, his half-lidded eyes watching as he pushes his cock into your needy cunt.

He watches as over and over, he pounds into you. It's a rush watching his cock disappear in and out of you. With every thrust, comes an uneven breath from his lips.

Bi-Hans lips attach to your neck. He suckles at your skin to start. Lips making a seal against your supple skin, slowly bruising it. His teeth press against your skin, a cold bite to them.

After a quick 5 second debate with himself, the cryomancer uses more force with his jaw in this one specific spot.

There's a sharp pain in your neck, but it's such a good feeling. A stinging sensation. The tingles from it go straight down to your clit, making it throb harder. A masochist, he'd helped you discover that one.

His teeth dig at your neck, his K-9's breaking the skin. A groan leaves his mouth, muffled against you. Using a small amount of his cryomancey, he freezes just a bit of your blood under your skin. Just where he bit.

It causes a heavy stinging sensation to jump out from your neck, the suddenness making your back arch as a needy moan comes from your lips.

"Mine. You're gonna see these marks and they're going to know who owns you." He practically purrs into your neck, making those freezing bites all over.

He could do this for hours. And he does.

All of the feelings are too much. Him relentlessly fucking you, his bites against your neck, the tugging of your hair. It's enough to send you both over the edge.

"Fuck, just like that.." Bi-Han purred into your ear, his lips stained with your crimson blood. You do your best to inform the Grandmaster that you were due for an orgasm at any second, but your voice gives out.

Bi-Han can feel how wet you are as you squirt for the second time. He loves the feeling, knowing only he can make you feel this way. Your body shakes and trembles with pure pleasure, those pretty eyes of yours rolling into your skull. He lived to see how much of a desperate slut you could be for him.

It was too much for him to handle. His hips thrash wildly, his pace uneven. Bi-Han delivers a harsh tug to your hair as he cums inside of your pussy for the last time for the night. His head tilts back once more, an ectasy laced groan leaving his lips.

Cum is smeared all over the insides of your thighs and stomach. The sheets are definitely ruined, but nothing can match the raw passion he gave here.

As much as Bi-Han can pretend he doesn't like you, that he hates your guts, he truly loves being in them. He can't bring himself to truly believe that he hates you.

Your body is twitching under him again, a sight he could never get tired of. The Grandmaster pulls his cock out from your pussy, and he groans at the sight of his cum leaking out of you. He lets go of the grip on your hair, and he lays next to you.

He doesn't immediately walk away like usual. With a couple quick movements, he pulls your head to his chest.

"Just don't talk to your Earthrealmer acquaintance again." The cryomancer mutters.

You're still in a daze, but you nod your head yes slowly. A lazy chuckle falls from his lips, and he puts a hand in your hair. His fingers begin to gently massage your tender scalp.

"Mine." Bi-Han growls softly.

It brings a smile to your face. He shifts, burying his face into your neck. Cold breaths fan across your skin as he cozies up to your warm body. Bi-Han pulls you closer, secretly relishing in your body heat.

Bi-Han's lips kiss your tender bites, his lips rough against your softness. Just as he liked. Feeling your soft hands against his calloused skin just reminded him of how fragile you are compared to how he is. The Grandmaster loves having that power over you.

He could stay like this for hours.

Maybe one day he'll admit it, though it won't be today

#boykombat #bi han #bi han mortal kombat #sub zero #sub zero mk1 #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1

[flutt3rb4tz]

i hate when people who dont have marfans make/headcanon characters with marfans as some quirky trait. i really do, i've seen it a lot in my life as someone who was diagnosed at 3 with the condition and it honestly grinds my gears they always do the most stereotype-y traits, or ignore how much of a struggle it is to live with marfans, or how marfans can fuck up your body further by just how much shit it causes.

to put it into perspective, i got tagged like a fucking animal at school because they didnt want to take too much care into explaining that i needed extra care if something happened, or that people should be gentle with me because i could die on school grounds. ive sat cooped up in my home most of my life, i've only been on a fair ride once because getting on a roller coaster could harm me as well. i need help walking or getting around because my body cant always handle it, i have other problems due to marfans that have hurt me greatly for my entire life.

i'm slowly going blind from marfans and theres nothing a doctor can do that will stick. i risk aortic dissection simply by being hit in the chest, i used to be afraid of going to bed because if anything hit my chest too hard i could literally fucking die then and there, because my heart would fucking collapse on itself and theres a decent chance that i wouldnt make it to the emergency room.

it's not just some trait, it is a disability. and it's not quirky!! it was never fucking quirky!!! getting discriminated against for being disabled by the age of 4 wasnt fun! it wasnt silly! it was traumatizing!!!!

if you're going to make a character or headcanon a character with marfans take into account how much of a stereotype you're making them. there are short people with marfans, fat people with marfans (like myself), poc with marfans, there are people who cannot walk or function because of marfans, people with marfans arent scary or shy or weak all the time. we're human people! we vary!

talk to actual people with marfans. look up posts about the condition from people with the condition. dont confuse marfans with EDS. just have common sense!! its exhausting trying to look at content from people like me and either seeing headcanons, EDS posts, or people telling everyone with marfans that they have no hope (this ones common on reddit, but it applies).

people with marfans dont immediately die either, btw. i saw a post recently that was just "haha this character better have had amazing doctors or his marfans would kill him in 2 seconds!!!" and that's not how it works. of course it can be fatal thats with all things, but dont act like its an immediate death sentence, please. i'm sure a lot of us have heard it enough already

#disability #actually disabled #marfans #marfan syndrome #💔 needs recharging #sorry this is so long #partial vent partial rant. im just. urgh. #i've been down in the dumps for actual months over my body and condition #so coming to tumblr expecting posts #from people like me #and getting “ohohoh quirky character trait! marfans!” again #was like #hair ripping levels of rage inducing #its not like i hate ppl who make ocs with marfans #do it! make good marfans rep! please! let me and others #see more of ourselves online! #in media! #literally anywhere!!! #for gods sake just dont make it a joke #or “cute” #because its neither.

[matthewkniesys]

maybe I love you too? - jamie drysdale

Summary: Have you fallen in love with your best friend, Jamie? Its probably not worth think about anyways cause if you have there is no way it would ever work, right? But what if it does?

Pairing: Jamie Drysdale x fem!Reader

A/n: it was the most amazing persons birthday @marcoskasper the other day and so this is a bit of a suprise fic for her.... sorry i couldnt finish in time tani... anyways hope you like it 💜

Warnings: partying, small mentions drinking, mentions of anxiety and some light swearing. I think that's all but if anything else should be add please tell me!

Parties were definitely not Jamie's scene, but they were definitely yours and every once in awhile you were able to convince him to tag along. What you never knew or realised was the fact that he hated going was cause he had to see you with other guys.

You hadn't hung out with Jamie in awhile so you weren't sure why he suddenly wanted to come. Nonetheless you were very excited.

You and Jamie had been best friends for years and it was only recently you started feeling butterflies when your hands touched or when he gave you one of his shy smiles. You always just told yourself it was from attraction and you had no real feelings for him. Even if you did it didn't matter. He was leaving to play in California next year and you were going off to University.

You took extra care getting ready for the party tonight. You tried to convince yourself it was cause, Tyler, the guy you liked was gonna be there but honestly everything with him had been feeling a little lackluster lately. You weren't sure why. You had liked him since 8th grade. You didn't understand why all of a sudden it had all changed.

None the less, you were really excited for this party. You grab your keys, say goodbye to your parents, telling them you'll be home by midnight or will call if you'll can't, then leave.

Jamie is waiting for you when you pull up to his house. He jumps in the passenger side. He looks you up and down. Damn there are those butterflies again.

"You look really beautiful, y/n." Says Jamie.

"You don't have to say that." You reply.

"I know," is all Jamie says back. He says it with such a certainty that it give you goosebumps. You swallow hard and turn the keys in the ignition, starting the car.

For the 15 minutes drive to the party the car is quiet. You got there and entered the party together.

"I'm gonna go get us some drinks," Jamie mumbles and then walks towards the kitchen.

"Okay." You answer, but Jamie is already gone.

It was strange. Usually he tried to stick to your side all night. Oh well, you'll find him eventually.

You entered the crowd of sweaty bodies and began to mingle. You say hi to all your friends. When you are talking to a few friends, you see Jamie exit the kitchen. The two of you make eye contact and he give you a smile. A smile just for you, one that made you feel like you were the only girl in the room, when there was actually probably at least 25. You smile back, trying to make it as meaningful as the one he gave you.

He makes his way over to you, and it seems as if all the tension there had been on the car ride over had evaporated. He says hi to your friends and then drapes his arm over your shoulder. The gesture makes butterflies erupt in your abdomen.

After a little while Jamie whispers in your ear, "hey I'm gonna go and say hi to some friends, k?"

You give him a soft smile, turning back to your conversation.

Tyler wanders over to where you and a few other guys were talking about hockey. Usually this would make you insanely happy but now it's just feels like "oh that's my friend Tyler." It doesn't make sense to you that you could have feeling for someone for that long and all of a sudden they just disappear.

As the conversation progresses you notice that you aren't really think about things that normally would have plagued your brain when you're around Tyler.

"Y/n," You heard someone, Tyler, calling.

"Uh what?" Is all you can respond with. You hadn't even realised you had zoned out. You found yourself doing that a lot lately... most often when you're thinking about Jamie, but it's probably cause you spend so much time with him, right?

He's your best friend... it just wouldn't work.

You see Jamie across the room and when he spots you his face completly clouds over. He gets a pout that would be adorable if you didn't get the feeling it was directed at you. You wave him over but he just brushes it off. You tell yourself maybe it's cause he didn't see but you know that that's not it. The problem is, what is it then?

Ignoring the sinking feeling that something isn't right between you and Jamie, you return to the conversation. You chime in every once in awhile, but it so half-hearted. After another 20 minutes you decide to find Jamie.

You can't find him anywhere in the living room, so you head over to the kitchen. You find him leaning against the counter, drinking out of a red solo cup, looking overall pretty sad.

"Hey Jame, what's up?." You ask, feeling a squeezing pain in your chest at the thought of him being sad.

"Nothing much," he mumbles.

"I don't believe you," You reply.

"I don't know why you wouldn't," he shoots back.

"Jamie... you're my best friend. I know when you're mad."

"Last time I checked best friends hang out often."

For a moment you were shocked. It was so unlike Jamie to ever say something out of anger. He's so level-headed and he was so good at controlling his barely present temper.

"I've been busy an- and there is just so much going on with grad."

"Stop with all the excuses! We are, I think, best friends. We make time for each other. Y/n, I'm so scared of losing you when I go away to play hockey and you go to uni and I feel like that whole process is just starting early. I can't lose you."

You feel tears spring to your eyes. You don't know how to reply so all you say is, "why?".

"Why, what?" Jamie asks back.

You take a breath, "why can't you lose me? You'll make friends. Everyone loves you."

"Are you already giving up?" He asks, ou can see tears brimming in his eyes.

"No."

After a moment Jamie speaks, "You asked why and the answer is as simple as because I love you. Y/n, I love you so much and definitely not in a we're just friends way."

For a moment it felt as if you were paralyzed. You had no idea what to do but you did know that the feelings you had been burying for weeks had been for Jamie.

You had never really felt this way for anyone. Your past crushes had been just that, a crush. With Jamie it felt bigger, more real. In that moment you realised you couldn't lose him either.

You take a deep breath, "Maybe I love you too."

Thanks so much for reading and lmk if you want part 2... I know it ended a little open <;33

Taglist: @markyestapa @ancient-remnants-of-love @1-800-iluvhockey @hockeyboysarehot @studsccsnackavoybambi @pierrelucduboiis @lhugh @blanksbae @jayda12 @brenbrissonsgf @power2myheart @whimsical-daydreams

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#jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale x reader #jamie drysdale imagine #anaheim ducks #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #claire tries writing <3

[michellemisfit]

Weekly Tag Wednesday Thursday

Thank you @darlingian for creating this week’s game. Thanks for the tag @juliakayyy @lingy910y @jrooc @sam-loves-seb @mmmichyyy @mickeysgaymom @deedala @metalheadmickey @creepkinginc @stocious @mybrainismelted @energievie

Which character from any media would you like to have as a father? 

Magnus Bane (Shadowhunters) would be pretty cool, AND magic.

If money, laws, time, and effort were no object, what animal would you want to have?

Do laws include laws of science and… y’know… reality? If not… Mother fucking dragon, baby!

What is your Chinese takeout order? 

Salt & Pepper chicken. Duck pancakes. Satay chicken. Prawn crackers. An insane quantity of spring rolls for @rutherinahobbit

What's your favorite emoji?

I’ve become very fond of 🫡, but the one I use most often is probably 🥺 - it’s literally my face. I look at Ruth like that and say ‘I am the emoticon’ and then she has to be nice to me… 🥺

Would you rather have a library, greenhouse, or home theater in your house?

Library. For the aesthetic and the comfy comfy reading nooks! Also I would be able to have all my favourite fic bound and displayed in the library <3 <3 <3

What childhood tv show do you think of the most fondly?

My Little Pony and Animals Of Farthing Wood

What was your tumblr like when you first joined?

I had it for longer, but I first started really using it for Shadowhunters, and 90% of the fandom was here, before it largely moved to Twitter, and now has been struggling to move back, so has sort of become a bit homeless 🥺

What clothing style do you love but don't feel compelled to replicate yourself?

Anything neat and tailored. I think it looks fly AF, but I have neither the body type nor the patience for it.

If you were plopped into a fictional world, which one would you know the layout of the best?

Stars Hallow is really good shout I’ve seen other people use. Also any fictional TV show that basically takes place in a home, only. I’d be all over that! haha

What is your favorite piece of art? 

I’ve been obsessed with ‘Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee Around a Pomegranate a Second Before Awakening’ ever since I was about 10 years old.

Do you have a water bottle? what does it look like?

I recently broke my water bottle so I’ve got a temporary replacement one and I hate it. It’s boring and too big and not the right shape. Grr.

What fanfic trope is a quiet fave?

I��m pretty loud about all my fic feelings. Sometimes I unexpectedly enjoy a Mafia/Crime AU, though I would never go looking for it!

Do you carry a daily bag? what does it look like? what's the weirdest thing in it?

I’ve got three. A tote bag for when I bring lunch Tupperwares into work or otherwise have to transport big things. A large backpack for when I bring my laptop into work or travel. And a tiiiiiiiny backpack (smaller than A5) and the weirdest thing is how much stuff I manage to fit into it! First Aid Kit. Sewing Kit. Wallet. Phone. Portable Phone Charger. Sunglasses. Tissues. Cigarettes. House keys. Pill box. Misc. hair things for when other people need them.

If you had to ship Mickey with another Gallagher, who would it be?

Carl. Ultimate chaos couple!!!! 🙌

What is a fanfic trope you didn't expect to like and then very much did?

We all know the old adage: You're only ever one good fic away from developing that weird kink you keep making jokes about, stay humble.

There’s nothing that hits quite the way an unexpected horny swoop hits! Stay humble. Stay open. Stay curious.

Do you think s11 Mickey can still carry s11 Ian?

Mickey Milkovich voice: YUP YUP

Who got custody of the killing bat when they sold the house?

Agree with @lingy910y - I absolutely see Mickey and Carl fighting for the bat! it’s their potato masher!! <3

Tagging @silvanshadow @captainjowl @thisdivorce @crestfallercanyon @heymacy @ohkate @too-schoolforcool @heymrspatel @gallawitchxx @callivich @crossmydna @palepinkgoat @vintagelacerosette @the-rat-wins @tsuga-of-mars @you-are-so-much-better-than-that @ian-galagher @imikhailotakeyouian @mikhailoisbaby @depressedstressedlemonzest

#weekly tag Wednesday #tag game #Mys stuff #darlingian

[winderlylandchime]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @lostcol and @madsworld15 thank you friends!

How many works do you have on ao3? 49

What's your total ao3 word count? 505,173

What fandoms do you write for? Currently Queer As Folk. In the past I've also written for CMBYN and CMBYN RPF.

Top five fics by kudos:

tied to a night they never met (CMBYN RPF)

I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules (CMBYN RPF)

Flo's Shows (CMBYN RPF)

you're like a tattoo (something I can't undo) (QAF)

'cause all I'll ever by is your dirty computer (CMBYN RPF)

Do you respond to comments? I do. Especially because I write for a smaller fandom, most of the commenters are my friends.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Ya girl wrote MCD so that's pretty angsty: love is so short (forgetting is so long) (QAF)

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Most of my recent fics have happy endings (usually at a party, call it my signature move). I'll link carried me with you (QAF) because people said the ending made them cry (in a happy way). And it's not at a party!

Do you get hate on fics? Not hate but some people were unhappy with I crossed all the lines (linked above) because I left the couple non-monogamous and I got negative comments in the bookmark of my series Exposure (QAF) because it is similar to a friend's series (never mind me mentioning her by name in my author's notes and having her blessing and encouragement to write the series) and because it has an open ending (not with regards to the couple but with regards mental health stuff... which is realistic)

Do you write smut? Yes. I enjoy reading it so I figure I should write what I enjoy. One of the drawbacks of writing in a small fandom where so many of my readers are friends is that I do sometimes hold back on the smutty filth I would write because I can literally picture my readers' faces and that's a bit uncomfortable.

Craziest crossover: I'm writing a QAF / RPDR crossover fic right now ("writing" in the very loosest definition of the word).

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of.

Have you ever had a fic translated? No, but I would love that. What an honor.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Er. Yes. I wrote [redacted] with [redacted] but then [redacted] happened and yada yada yada my name isn't on that fic anymore. I'm not anti-co-writing. But, I would need to know my co-writer much better in advance if I were to agree to it again in the future.

All time favorite ship? Brian/Justin aka Britin from QAF. I also LOVE reading Aziraphale/Crowley from GO but haven't really written for them (one drabble and one ficlet).

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I've Loved Her in Secret, I've Loved Her Out Loud WILL GET FINISHED (manifesting) soooo not that. And there's a CMBYN RPF fic that is unfinished and will remain that way and I'm okay with that (ie I don't want to finish it)

What are your writing strengths? FEELINGS. My bread and butter.

What are your writing weaknesses? I think I'm getting better at dialogue, I used to really struggle with it. So I'm going to say... plot? That's such a weird thing to say, but I am shit at doing complex plots.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? If it makes sense, do it! Or even words in another language - I know I often slip Italian and Yiddish into conversation here and there if the other language captures a certain je ne sais quoi that english doesn't. (see what I did there?)

First fandom you wrote in? Ya girl was writing Lois/Clark | Superman fic (het fic? by this queer? more likely than you think!) for Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman in the 90s on yahoo listservs.

Favorite fic you've written? I'm very proud of you're like a tattoo (linked above). I'm also proud of beautiful like the darkness between the fireflies some post-canon, modern setting, exes-to-lovers, soft QAF goodness. And I'm also ridiculously happy with Chasing Dragons which is a fanfic of a fanfic but I think stands alone. I feel like I captured the way one of my all-time favorite fic writers writes my all-time favorite characters and I made her ridiculously happy with it and yeah.

I'm no pressure tagging: @sheisraging @bartbarthelme and anyone else who wants to!

#ask games #20 questions for fic writers #things i'm tagged in #my fanfiction #lostcol #madsworld15

[hebuiltfive]

Thundertober Day Twelve: Hospital

The days are going by so quickly. Day 12 is here already! Almost half-way through! I wrote from The Mechanic's POV a couple of days ago, so I thought I'd give Havoc a go. Since we know so little about her (and Fuse) most of this is based on headcanons I devised whilst writing. If I had more time, I'd probably go into a lot more detail. But, for now, I hope what I wrote works. (See end for a bonus note).

AO3 here

Days: One ~ Two ~ Three ~ Four ~ Five ~ Six ~ Seven ~ Eight ~ Nine ~ Ten ~ Eleven

Warnings for: Hospitals and mentions of past trauma. Havoc’s plans are rudely interrupted by International Rescue… again. Tagging: @thunder-tober @skymaiden32 @idontknowreallywhy @mrmustachious (just going to put it out there that if you want to be tagged in any future Thundertober pieces, or future pieces in general, let me know and I'll tag you too!)

Hannah hated hospitals. She absolutely hated them. The way the clinical smell of hand sanitisers and bleach seemed to get up her nose and linger for eternity; the way the florescent lighting pierced through her eyes and felt like it was burning a hole into her retinas if she dared look up at one; pristine uniforms discarded on chairs that lined the walls that were synonymous with the institutions. All of it was a cold reminder of her past. 

It was all unnatural, at least to her. It wasn’t a place where people always got better. Most hospitals contained a morgue for a reason.

She had managed to push past her fear. She had to, if she didn’t want to face the wrath of The Boss again. Clarence had already left her, off on his own pursuit of supplies from the upper floors of the wing. Even in a hospital that was abandoned Hannah had to remind herself to breathe. It didn’t help her all that much. The impersonal aura seemed to cling to the doors and walls. The very essence of the building itself seemed drenched in the stench of anti-septic and latex gloves. The quicker she got what she came for, the quicker she could leave.

Equipment was strewn around the corridors. As she stepped over cables and and fallen ceiling plaster, she wondered how much still worked and how much was a lost cause. It didn’t matter. Even if she had been a fixer instead of a destroyer, she wouldn’t have had the time to check whether she could repair those instruments or not. Her job was simple and it was on a time-limit. The GDF would only be diverted by their little distraction for so long. Her job was to pick up items that The Boss had asked for. The scanners and machines that go ping weren’t on the list and so, they were left in the dust.

The wing she was scouting, a pain management clinic, appeared to be endless. The wards were far apart from one another which made no logical sense. Long passageways led onto more hallways. There were remnants of colourful strips along the linoleum flooring that once had directed patients to the different departments that were housed in this specific building. Hannah didn’t need to try and follow them, which was probably a good thing given the state some patches were in. If she had to rely on them, she would have become lost incredibly quickly. Luckily for her, her scanner contained all the information she needed to know about the layout of the hospital, but that didn’t stop her from occasionally glancing down at the purple strip every now and then to see if it concurred.

Eventually, around half an hour after leave Clarence in the entrance, Hannah found her ward. The hospital had only recently been abandoned, which meant it was a prime spot for scouting for supplies. What The Boss wanted the supplies for were beyond her knowledge, and Hannah knew better than to ask. She threw off her backpack and placed it on the nearby bed, open and ready to be filled. 

It seemed others in the area had already been scouting the place as the broken cupboards looked to be already empty for the most part despite the hospitals recent closing date. To her surprise, there were still some orange tubs left in the side cabinets and IV bags still sealed hanging from the stands.

Carefully, Hannah began to fill up the rucksack. Her haul wasn’t as impressive as she had anticipated, and she began to hope that Clarence had had better luck on his ward. The bag was only half full. Knowing The Boss, he wasn’t going to be happy. Then again, he probably would have found some fault even if she had filled the bag up. It was rarely a win-win situation when it came to him.

From the hallway outside, she briefly heard a scuffle of shoes. At first, Hannah told herself she’d imagined it and that her paranoia was playing with her mind. She packed up the rest of the bag and swung it over her shoulder, ready to leave and get as much distance between herself and this infernal hospital when two figures burst through the ward’s swing doors. Hannah paused.

When she and her brother had caused chaos at the nearby quarry, they had foolishly not thought about the ramifications of them being involved. The duo’s only goal had been to keep the GDF busy and it had seemed like a solid plan at first, but now, seeing a member of International Rescue standing in front of her, an injured man hanging off his shoulder, it seemed like a very big miscalculation on their part. 

It was one she would make sure she would not make again.

“What are you doing here?” Hannah eyed the door. If she was fast enough, maybe she might be able to make a break for it.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Scott Tracy replied, lowering the man from his shoulder onto one of the nearby beds.

Hannah ignored the grunts and groans from the wounded man. “Those aren’t clean.” She found herself warning him. “It’s not very sanitary.”

Scott gave her a look. To her credit, she didn’t cower. Hannah never cowered. In fact, she straightened her spine and stood to her full height. It was nothing on International Rescue’s commander, but it still made her point; that she was able to stand her ground.

“Why would you care about that?”

Hannah observed him as he began looking through the cabinets, ignoring the way the man on the bed was rocking in pain. Blood smeared across his face, his frayed shirt and had even stained Scott’s blue uniform. “I don’t care. I was just making an observation.”

“I’m guessing we have you to thank for the mess down at the quarry?” He asked whilst frantically searching the cupboards that Hannah had already looted.

She gripped the strap of her rucksack a little tighter and offered up her best mischievous smile. “Impressive wasn’t it?”

Scott didn’t seem to hear her, instead slamming one of the cupboard doors closed with a suppressed yell. “Nothing! Absolutely nothing!” He breezed past her, seemingly forgetting her existence or just actively choosing to ignore her presence, and returned to the injured man on the bed. “I’m sorry, Ketan, but we’ve got to look elsewhere.”

“I-I-I can’t.” The man whimpered, struggling against Scott as the latter tried to lift him again. “I-I-It… Hurts. C-can’t…”

“You have to!” 

For all that International Rescue were — mainly a very large thorn in her and her crew’s side — she had to give credit where credit was due; they never gave up. Part of her thought it admirable. Part of her thought it foolish. If she was in his position, there would have been no question as to what she would have done. 

The man wanted to be left to die? 

Fine. 

She wouldn’t have even showed up to help rescue the trapped workers down in that quarry to begin with.

But, watching Scott be persistent with Ketan, watching him continue to fight for the other man’s survival, hit home for a moment. 

Perhaps it was the venue in which they found themselves currently, but Hannah watched Scott battle Ketan for the man’s own life in the same way she watched those nurses battle for her mother’s life all those years ago. 

She refused to admit she was being soft, or that she even had a good bone in her body. She wasn’t a hero, for God’s sake, and to even think of herself that way led to utter disgust building in her gut.

Yet, she still did it. 

Hannah lowered the bag, opening it and retrieving the goods she’d pilfered earlier. She laid them out across the bed next to Ketan’s. Scott’s eyes were on her, Hannah could feel them boring into her back. She refused to look back at him.

“Take whatever you need.”

Scott moved to her side, most likely to examine the meds she had just willingly given to him, but it still made her flinch away. 

She wasn’t a good person, but she had just done a good deed and it took every ounce of self-will to not start doubting herself. Every part of her screamed to change her mind, to repack that bag and run. Going back to The Boss empty handed was a ridiculous idea, even more so given the fact she’d just aided his greatest enemy in the process, but Hannah didn’t have the strength to listen to those fears today. She was tired of being scared of the ramifications of dealing with The Boss. At least this way, Ketan had a chance of survival in a way that her mother hadn’t…

She tried not to shudder. What the hell was wrong with her?

“Than—”

“Don’t!” Hannah picked up the rucksack and tucked it under her arms, retreating away from Scott before he could finish that line of gratitude. “Don’t thank me.”

And then, without looking back for fear of feeling, she was running.

Quick end note to say that this was a lot longer (double the length) when I first wrote it, so if you are interested in hearing more... Well, this is one of the pieces that might actually get expanded at some point.

#thundertober 2023 #thunderbirds fanfiction #five fics #havoc #scott tracy #thunderbirds are go

[imabillyami]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Got tagged by the lovely @afterdarkprincess (thanks so much, love 💙) and actually have something to share this time around.

Seeing Samijey happy and thriving naturally made me write angst. It’s basically a story to explain away the weeks of no interactions.

Not sure I’ll finish it, we’ll see. It’s angst though. Read at your own risk.

——————

The fight had been stupid from the very beginning - born out of ever-present insecurity that turned into harsh words hurled at the wrong person.

The one person he knew would always have his back given the choice - the one person who was rock solid.

“You have no idea what I’m going through!“

“Are you being for real, uce?“

When Sami looked away, purposely not meeting his eyes, he continued “Of all people I’m the one who knows exactly what you going through Sami! You think being under Roman’s thumb all this damn time didn’t leave me fucked in the head doubting myself? I doubt myself every day Sami! Every day!“

Sami still stubbornly avoided looking at him.

Deep down he already felt sorry for what he’d said to Jey just moments ago, but his mind was stuck, there was no way out. No way to resolve this reasonably before it exploded.

„You know what Sami? You keep doing you. Keep pushing people away. Watch where this shit will get you. I’m outta here.“

With that Jey gathered his things and pushed out of the locker room door, leaving Sami to wonder just how exactly he’d managed to fuck up this badly again.

(…)

Weeks passed. Weeks of suffering and longing and self-loathing and doubt.

When they saw each other backstage, a circumstance both tried to avoid as much as they physically could, hurt gazes were all they exchanged.

They were both being stubborn and they knew it, but neither was exactly sure how to make the first move. They were shit at dealing with their emotions, always had been.

Sami still couldn’t get out of his rut. And Jey deserved so much better than that. He deserved a much better man than Sami could possibly ever be.

Jey was insecure and fearful of what their next exchange might bring. That, but also, he thought, reasonably pissed off, still.

Their friends were left with nothing but confusion and rolling eyes at their antics.

Sami had successfully pushed every single one of them away despite their best attempts to talk some sense into him.

That was, until one day a very unexpected ally came along.

„Get your ass up right now, Sami! God this is pathetic. I wish you could see yourself right now. You’re pathetic, you know that!?“, a very ticked off Gable yelled at him seemingly out of nowhere.

He’d won the gauntlet match against the other man recently and he knew how much heartbreak that had caused him and his fans.

The crowd’s reactions to his win had added a whole new layer to his doubts and insecurities and he hated it.

That - and he had run into Jey backstage earlier and quickly fled the scene.

And now he was hiding in catering for the rest of the night like the big man he was.

Sami snorted at Gable’s harsh words.

And stayed put.

„I’m being serious Sami! You’re a fucking idiot! You could have it all. Win the fight and get the girl - well guy in your case. And what are you doing? Moping in fucking catering even though you can’t even fucking eat anything!“

It was true. With it being Ramadan, hiding in catering was probably the most pathetic move ever.

He knew Jey despised the food catering provided though, so it had seemed like the perfect spot to avoid any more run-ins with the man he loved.

(tbc)

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Hope you enjoyed that little glimpse!

No pressure tags: @crxssjae @shanie-the-komania-toyaddict @jeyuwuso @harmshake and everyone else who loves writing and has something to share 💙

#m writes #my fics #my fic #wip wednesday #writing challenges #samijey #samijey fic #wwe fic #writing updates #jeysami #jeysami fic

[mrs-monaghan]

Thank you for not shying away from discussing Jikook like normal adults or deleting asks or being a coward. You don't hold back and for that you have earned my complete respect. A lot of Jikookers lately can't take the heat. You out here not giving a shit and speaking your mind. Jikook deserve 100% support, even when the hate roles in and the heat gets turned up and you still here. You the real MVP.

This is what I am sick to death of. I am tired of someone posting something Jikook related and so called JKK telling them to delete it because it sets JM up for hate. First of all, fuck you for being a coward. 2nd of all, that is exactly what TKK and Jimin antis and Jikook antis want. They want you not to post stuff related to them. For example, JK brother allowing the photo of Bam and Jikook on his tag. What happened? Cult got mad, started harassing the person, until she deleted the tag. Again, fuck you for being a coward & worrying about being cancelled, instead of proudly standing up for jikook. His brother allowed it. There should not have been any other discussion about it from Jikookers side. Encouraging her to delete it, because it brings hate on JM. Wake the fuck up. Jimin is gonna get hate regardless and so is JIkook. Maybe stand up for him for once and stand up to antis. Setting them up for hate? For what, discussing real moments? real translations? Eat my ass, I will talk about Jikook openly and proudly, because I know even if I don't, they're still gonna get hate and not doing it, gives haters power and I ain't about that life. Jikook doesn't need your fake ass support and coward and run away, the minute you get hate and can't take the heat. You either support them fully and don't back down or get to stepping, they don't need you and we don't either. Weak ass bitches. And no I do not mean posting private stuff and being asked to remove it and you do. That is different. I mean something simple, like take Polyc picture & Jikook on the phonecase. I keep seeing posts today, OMG, delete, delete, Jimin will get hate. You are out of your rabid ass mind if you think I'm gonna put a sticker of Jikook and show it off proudly and you guilt me into deleting. Slap yourself as hard as you can in the face for me, please. You don't fuck me, you don't pay my rent, you are not my mom or my dad. I will do what I want and loving and supporting Jikook unconditionally is what I do. If Jikook still jikook and are unbothered, then I am going to be too and if you are bothered, you are here for you and the clout you receive off supporting Jikook only, esp if you delete cause TKK come after you. Own who you ship or don't call yourself a supporter, its as simple as that. Being a Jikooker is not for the weak or faint of heart. This life isn't cut out for most of you and it shows.

Lack of balls is what makes the vermin run rampant all over twitter. I've noticed Tiktok Jikookers are not scared of them. I've seen a comment with like 50 replies coz a tkkr thought to insert themselves under a Jikook video. YouTube too, Jikookers on YT comments dont seem to be scared of them. Its people on twitter who are so so scared of these people. And now look where we are.

That being said, a Jimin report page recently had to to give up their account because all the Jimin hate was beginning to affect her mentally. So I understand not everyone is as strong. Not everyone can handle confrontation. I totally get that..

But I do feel like if we back eo up, people would feel more confident in not deleting their shit or running into hiding. But we don't fight these people back and so they have gotten over confident. Jikookers need to unite more. Defend more. Like anon, this is how I feel. Tkkrs basically control twitter fandom rn. The few REAL ot7 accounts left that are not undercover tkkrs are terrified of these people. Absolutely terrified. Some translation accounts won't even translate when JK says something about Jimin. That's how bad it is.

Silence is really not the solution here people. I'm afraid its really not.

I am happy though to see them going mental because V is being accused of FS to feed them. They have accused this of Jimin for years but now suddenly they can't take it when its happening to them???

I love it. Get a taste of your own medicine assholes!

#ask shaz #bts ask #the vermin

[notyouraryang0dd3ss]

some of those anti ts blogs willing to look past the fact that they got zionists in their circles just because those people also hate ts…wack

like do they realize it makes them no better than the people they criticize

being a hater is a noble pursuit, have some fucking morals oh my god!!!

ive always been a ts hater and i havent really known much about her until like last year because this shit is inescapable and its so bizarre how she seems to have parasocial stans and parasocial haters - both equally obsessed with her life

theyre like organisms in a petri dish to me

BEING A HATER IS A NOBLE PURSUIT HAVE SOME FUCKING MORALS!!!!!!!!

ive always been a hater too and got sucked back in around this time last year when she got with matty healy. i literally forgot she existed between 2017-2022 im not joking i literally heard NOTHING about her online or in my friend circle. and then i found out it was because she was in a 6 year relationship and i was like “oooooohhhhhh she was normal”

idk if i consider myself a parasocial hater but i do feel crazy that nobody remembers all her shitty past actions and i do. tbh sometimes shitswiftiessay posts stuff criticizing taylor’s appearance (it was comparing her face when she laughs to donald trumps) that’s actually misogynistic. im not stalking her every move so much as being critical and holding her accountable for her racism etc.

but its really hard to define parasocial hater rn when she’s the most exposed she’s ever been. so many ppl today on this blog were complaining how they were bombarded with taylor swift ads. i dont think this tag wouldve blown up if so many people werent feeling this way already.

and the whole reason i have this blog is because i felt so crazy explaining taylor’s history of racism and nobody caring/dismissing or at worst gaslighting me for even feeling this way. idk i appreciate all the other anti blogs but most of them are joe alwyn defenders (btw theres nothing wrong w that. but thats not the main reason im an anti) and none of them really talk about her racism. i made this space to talk about her and swifties racism, white feminism, etc.

and then oct. 7 happened (i literally made this blog oct. 2 its so funny) and seeing all the zionists and genocide deniers alienated me. i made it very clear from the jump that i was pro palestine and stood for the liberation of palestine so i didn’t post for a while and didn’t feel comfortable interacting in the tag cause it was full of zionists. it was also funny bc shitswiftiessay followed me immediately up until i stated my solidarity then they blocked me 🤣 soooooooo funny. so ive been pretty MIA until recently i got an ask abt jewishbarbies and that’s how im posting today :}

#some more notyouraryang0dd3ss lore for you all… #ask #anon #anti taylor swift #notyouraryang0dd3ss

[dramatic-delirium]

It shows that some people really don't get how much stuff is bothering Migs through the whole movie.

You know what?

Let's make a list.

He's-

Constantly made fun of by being called not-spiderman when he also have gone through stuff and he is the cannon spiderman of the universe (while, the person whom he considers an anomaly is welcomed with compassion until he orders everyone to restrain). Oh it doesn't look like a big thing to you? Fuck off

Having to be stern so people take him seriously

Having to herd people who are either teenagers or teenage minded,... or stupid (looking at you Peter b)

Having to deal with his meticulously done plan broken again and again and having to steer everything back to track

Being the fucking leader, if something goes wrong it's your responsibility, it's like a lot of pressure, constantly

Recent grief. Ya... It doesn't exactly look like his daughter didn't die recently. And does it look like he processed it anyway? Guy's avoiding it like crazy.

Is dealing with a person who is not listening to him at all. He is asking Miles repeatedly to consider the logical part while Miles is just keeping on saying "That's crazy". Sure, Miguel is not exactly ready for a discussion, but Miles isn't listening! And a lot of people will snap in that situation. I know I would.

And yes he's angry to see Miles, but most of the time he keeps the anger to himself (quite mutterings etc) and tries to explain.

But sometimes the camel's back breaks ye know?

Yes I still hate Miguel O'Hara. But not for BS reasons like OMG he got angry at a child— dude that child can electrocute people, also the child had sighed up himself for this. Let the boy live life.

I mean what Migs did was pretty fucked up, restrain me like he did Miles and I'd have a panic attack. Just the scene was making me feel queasy. But at the same time that's exactly what I'd do so... Can't blame much. The point of this film is that humans aren't saints, there's no 'right' side, because all of them are fucking up very hard, try to enjoy that part of the whole thing too.

This is cause I saw @obi-mom-kenobi 's tags here

And did a bit of reading about reasons people hate Migs...

IT'S SO FUCKIN HARD BEING A HATER THESE DAYS CAN YOU BELIEVE I'M DEFENDING MY ARCH NEMESIS?! HATE HIM FOR THE RIGHT FUCKING REASON FUCKERS IF YOU MAKE ME SAY SOMETHING GOOD ABOUT MIGS AGAIN MY SOUL WILL HAVE A STAIN I SWEAR

#migs #miguel o'hara #atsv #across the spider verse #atsv miguel

[splashinkling]

Another Get to Know Me

thanks @sleepy-night-child for the tag!

a band that you don't like that many others do:

I'm pretty amicable for music. it'd take a song I really hate for me to not like a band. on the other hand, I will like any song that will get me to sing along with it

least favourite animal and why:

bees. when I was a kid, someone told me to not move around bees so that they wouldn't bother you. outside during recess, I froze still cause a couple of bees landed on my shoulders/neck. the bell rang for us to go inside and I had to make a mad dash for the doors despite the fear I'd get stung. hindsight and common sense now tell me bees are generally harmless and wasps are the enemy, but I'm traumatized now and treat them the same

hot fandom take:

head empty, I don't really have any takes, especially ones that aren't already out there. also not really in fandom land, I'm just on my own island.

do you wear any jewellery, if so, what's your favourite piece:

not super devout, but I've got this necklace from elementary school that's a cross with a dove on it that I still wear. otherwise, the owl ring I got a couple years back that I wear as a necklace is the one

a movie others liked but you didn't:

honestly I watch so many movies with my friends nowadays and a lot of them are really bad lmao. I think a recent movie we watched was The Killer and I didn't like it, but it's rated highly for who-knows-why. like it's not even a comedic mess-up, the assassin was just bad at his job and it's not entertaining

three things you love about yourself:

I'm a relatively positive person, or more like I don't have that much hate in my soul. will try to be the best supportive friend you've ever had. and I've got a lot of creative outlets to use!

a place you hope to visit in the future and why:

Japan! I wanna see so many gamer things there. plus the tourist-y landmarks/activities. life-sized gundam is also on the list, if that's still around. and the food! (that I've been seeing because I follow this one guy on YouTube)

an actor that gets on your nerves and why:

the first name that came to mind was Dwayne Johnson for whatever reason, but he's doesn't actually get on my nerves that much

things you're excited about in the near future:

(slowly and surely) getting back to writing!! reviewing some of these games that I've been playing recently, because I've got Opinions on some of them. and getting used to this fancy new limited edition 8BitDo controller that I got. if this was a week ago, I could've said watching my friend finish the main story of Like A Dragon: Infinite Wealth, but that's already happened

least favourite ship in a fandom you're in:

again, not really in fandom land so I have no idea about what ships go around.

what's the most toxic fandom you've been in:

as a gamer and basketball fan, those are wildly toxic fanbases. gamers are so mean to the devs (sometimes rightfully so, other times not so much) and to other players. like literal death threats sometimes, it's insane. and then fans of basketball would literally boo their own players at times, like what.

list three things you find beautiful about life:

Space science (thanks Kurzgesagt)! Other people's works (art, writing, games, or otherwise)! Family, friends, and pets!

any dreams for the future:

finishing and publishing any of my works so that people can (hopefully) enjoy the experience I made for them

how are you feeling today?

another day of writing, gaming, etc. but it's grey and gloomy outside and it's sucking like half of my energy away, especially because I need to walk the dog later. and the NBA Trade Deadline is at 3pm so I might be spending more time than usual paying attention to player movement/trades between teams, especially because my team is Not Good and I'm expecting them to make moves this deadline.

no pressure tagging @talesfromaurea, @moonluringfrost, @ettawritesnstudies, and sleepy friend already tagged @oh-no-another-idea and @drippingmoon, but I'll tag as well if you'd like :)

#ink rambles #tag game #get to know me tag #saw the music question and went. I was listening to J-Rock but now I'm listening to K-City Pop and realized I'll just listen to whatever I #encountered at that time. or I'll just listen to the same 3 songs on repeat for like a month 🤡. plus game OSTs are just so great that #yes. I will listen to the Karaoke songs from all the Yakuza games. thank you. #a couple years ago the fans of my team decided they would boo every time this one player touched the ball because of something he said in #the off-season. like we traded him away and still they boo'd him when he was on the other team. like come on. the moment is over lmao #trying to do too many things at once has made writing this take more than an hour lol