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Hi!! Just saw ur post announcing that you’ll be taking requests so I’d love to send one in! I would love love LOVE a timeskip! Tobio x supermodel/influencer/celebrity gf who is like the IT girl of Tokyo and is super gorgeous Bcs I’ve just forever had this thought that timeskip tobio just SUITS so well w like specifically a famous celebrity that compliments him yk?? And not to mention he’s also canonically attractive like YESS. It just makes so much sense bcs I def think Kageyama fits into the unpopular/quiet guy trope with the ultimate sunshine/popular gf yk?? So so excited to read it!! <33

i LOVEEE this idea. i think his personality perfectly contrasts a popular/famous cosmo girl. i kind of went crazy with this one, and it has it's own little twist on it so the two aren't initially dating (also enjoy the lev cameo <3). hope you like it!!

timeskip! kageyama x celebrity/model! reader

4.0k words

(part 2)

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you live a pretty normal life. you have lots of friends, lots of clothes, and your very own makeup brand. plus, you have millions of followers on all of your social medias, enough brand deals and fan mail to fill up an entire house, and weekly photoshoots for fashion magazines. and not to mention a beautiful penthouse in the most expensive part of tokyo. okay, maybe your life isn't that normal.

at only 23, you've been on the cover of famous magazines (both in your home country and abroad), developed your own million-dollar beauty brand, and even starred in a few popular movies. the spotlight has always seemed to find you.

when you were younger, you participated in pageants, first locally and eventually moving up to larger-scale competitions. you would start to get spots in commercials for random products. you had become locally well-known, however it would be at the end of your teens that you would be catapulted into real stardom.

when you were 19, you were crowned miss universe japan and were the runner-up for the miss universe competition. ever since, you had become a national celebrity and were known internationally as well. you now lived a lavish lifestyle and surrounded yourself with glamorous possessions and people (though not to say you didn't appreciate and even miss your life before fame). as tokyo's beloved 'it' girl, your life is exciting and lots of business at the same time.

which brings you to now, you were sitting in the backseat of your car after just leaving your manager's office. you kept replaying the conversation you just had with mr. gushiken.

"i don't understand what you're trying to say" you admitted.

"you're going on 24 (y/n), and you've never publicly dated anyone! you're going to become less relatable if you keep it up" he warned. your manager has been on your case about getting into a relationship to boost people's view of you. personally, you didn't care how relatable you are, but the more you thought the more you realized people might find it weird that their favorite megastar hasn't shown any sign of a love life. that didn't mean you wanted a 'pr' relationship though. you want love to find you, you don't want to force it or fake it. if that means waiting for the right person then so be it.

when you finally come back to reality, your driver informs you that you're almost to your destination. your manager booked you a shoot for some designer handbag brand that's going to pay you a large sum for the photos. you're even getting a free purse from their new line, so you're not going to complain.

entering the studio, you're greeted by an intern and shown to the set area. you're caught off guard when you see lev haiba at the set with you. you are aware of him, though you've never collaborated with him before. you most often see him in perfume/cologne advertisements, while you usually appear for fashion brands.

with the context that your manager wants you in a relationship, though, you start thinking that maybe you're being set up. a sinking feeling in your chest causes you to consider what dating lev would be like, and then onto lev himself. what is he like?

"hey (l/n), it's nice to work with you!" lev excitedly greets you. he has a wide grin on his face and talks faster than you can even keep up with.

"i'm happy to work with you too lev" you smile back. you make your decision then and there.

lev is very handsome, he's a model for crying out loud! but he isn't your type. superficially, you've always been into tall guys with dark hair. but honestly, appearance didn't matter to you as long as he had certain other traits. personality-wise, you liked when guys aren't like yourself. you find yourself clashing with lev simply because the two of you are very similar in your dispositions. it's nice as a friend and colleague relationship, but you don't see it working out romantically.

"alright ms. (l/n), please follow me" a younger man calls for your attention and lead you to a dressing/makeup room. your makeup took a little over half an hour, and then you were helped into the elegant red dress you were given for the shoot.

following the same man back out, you see lev already waiting for you so the shoot can begin. you shake hands with the photographer before getting some individual shots with the bags. then, they decide to have the two of you do some photos together. at first, it's innocent enough, but then they start asking you to get into some slightly more intimate poses. for example, the photographer has their intern move you two into a pose where your back is to lev's chest. they have him place his arms around you while you hold a handbag (and he has one over his shoulder). it's a very couple-y pose and you can just picture your manager scheming with the shoot photographer.

the thing that finally puts you over the edge is when they expect you and lev to kiss. that basically confirms your suspicion that this was some sort of plot to make the public see you and lev as a couple and spark a pr relationship between two models. your heart picks up its pace, but not in a positive way. you start to breathe heavier and feel on the bring of an anxiety attack. the only thing really stopping you is knowing how it could affect your reputation.

it's too much. i need to get out of here.

you settle for a kiss on the cheek, before announcing that you're not feeling very well and rushing off the set and back to your dressing room. you chug from your water bottle and breathe deeply, knuckles white as you clutch the edge of the table. you give yourself a few minutes to breathe before quickly getting out of the red dress and slipping into a slightly more casual black one. you grab your purse and walk back down the hallway, saying thank yous and byes to people as you go.

you give a more personal goodbye to lev, and give him a kind smile to show that it's not his fault that you ran out. he smiles back at you in understanding as you leave the building, your driver waiting out front for you. the sun is getting lower in the sky, and the streets are still bustling.

after that interesting shoot, you really need to unwind. you have your driver bring you to an upscale club in the heart of tokyo. you aren't an alcoholic by any means, but you really wanted a distraction and didn't think you would find it in your quiet apartment.

finally reaching your destination, your bodyguard opens the door for you. you thank your driver before walking up to the entrance of the club. several of the people in line excitedly point at you, whisper-shouting that you're even prettier in person and various other compliments. you grin at them before happily greeting the bouncer. this is a club you frequent, and the bouncer is used to seeing you.

you walk inside and immediately feel the speakers vibrating the floor. this dark front hallway merely conceals the colorful dance floor and lit-up bar. one of your favorite things about this club is the lighting perfect for insta pictures. you say hi to some of the people you recognize before feeling the need for a drink.

you head to the vip section and take a seat. your bodyguard is hidden away in the back, giving you some semblance of privacy while still ensuring that he'll be ready at a moment's notice, though you doubt you'll need his assistance here. while waiting for the server, you look down from the indoor balcony that gives a view of the dance floor. there are actually a lot more people here than usual, now that you think about it. there's a lot of really tall, really hot guys here tonight on top of that. a server comes by and you order a drink before asking about all of the extra people here tonight. he tells you that japan's national volleyball team are here

you wait for your drink by doing some more people-watching. you look around the vip area from the chair you're on when your gaze falls on a man across the room. he seems vaguely familiar, but you can't put a name to the face you're currently openly staring at. he's insanely attractive and fits the tall, dark, and handsome archetype to a t. even from where you're sitting you can tell he's particularly muscular, and his features are sharply defined.

is it cheesy and cliché to say this is love at first sight? you can't think of another way to describe it. you feel your heart start to thump faster in your chest, and unlike earlier it's a positive feeling. you look back at him and to your surprise, find that you're making eye contact with him before he quickly averts his eyes.

did you just catch him staring at you?

now you have to find out about him. by going over to him and asking? well no, he had three other guys currently sitting at his booth with him, which runs the risk of him blowing you off even if he is interested. so you do what makes the most sense and ask random clubgoers about him instead of approaching him. like any drunk person down there would ignore a pretty girl anyway.

you head down to the dance floor, where the music is nearly deafening, and try to ask around to find out who this guy is. it takes only one person to find out the identity of the handsome 'stranger'.

a girl around your age is able to tell you that it's kageyama tobio, a professional volleyball player. that explains his excellent physique. you look his name up on your phone and sure enough find the man and numerous pictures of him throughout his career. damn is he hot, especially in his action shots. you also realize you've definitely seen him online before, probably in a headline as part of his impressive volleyball team without even realizing it. apparently, he's a very talented setter and a key part of his team, despite being one of the younger ones on the team (when you see he's 24 you want to yell out loud that finally an attractive guy is actually your age and not a questionable amount older).

you're told by others that he's 'emotionally unavailable' and that he is already in a committed relationship (with volleyball) though. you aren't going to let that stop you, plus he was actually staring back at you earlier. that has to count for something! besides, even if it doesn't work out, the chase itself is fun.

you make your way back up to your seat. you feel eyes on you and find him at the other side of the vip intently staring at you again. one of his teammates (you assume) is sat across from him, though his attention is clearly on you. you wave at him and give him a flirtatious wink, which causes him to furrow his brows. he looks behind and then around himself while you continue to stare at him. is he really so surprised you're interested in him? does he not know how attractive he is?

when he's finally alone, you decide to make your move. pushing your chair back, you make your way over.

"hi. mind if i sit?" you ask. you're not going to beat around the bush or worse- make him feel like he's wasting his time.

he looks at you, likely recognizing you as the beautiful woman across the room that seemed interested in him. he then takes in the rest of you, and you're happy you had decided to wear a short but flattering black dress that highlights your favorite features.

"hey. no" he shortly responds. he shifts over in the booth despite the entire rest of it being empty. you take the opportunity to be close to him and sit in the area he made space for. you bump his shoulder accidentally before placing your drink down.

you sit down and get a good look at him up close for the first time. you have to say, he's even more attractive in person compared to your phone screen. his eye contact with you is inconsistent, as you'll catch his gaze for a few seconds before he looks away with pink cheeks.

"i haven't seen you here before" you say, "what are you doing here tonight?" you question, taking a sip of your drink. you want to hear from him, even though you kind of already know the answer. you look up at him to find him already looking at you, for some reason surprised that a pretty girl is actually this interested in speaking with him. after several moments of his incredulous look, he finally answers you.

"i'm on japan's national volleyball team" he explained, "we're here for 'team bonding' or something". he doesn't say much but you find yourself hanging on every word he speaks. he has an alluringly deep voice that you noticed more with his longer sentence. "i know who you are" he says.

you're shocked by his sudden assertion. honestly, you shouldn't be because you're literally one of the most famous people in tokyo, but still. you honestly feel kind of bad that you hadn't really known who he was when he caught your eye from across the room earlier.

"really?" you ask.

"who doesn't?" he responds.

kageyama does know you. he knows a lot about you, truthfully. you've been his 'celebrity crush' for several years, ever since he happened to see you on the miss universe competition representing his country.

he had been visiting home, watching tv with his sister. miwa has always been a big fan of reality tv and beauty competitions. he hadn't really been paying much attention to what she was watching, opting to play some random game on his phone while waiting for dinner. that was until his sister started freaking out and squealing at the tv. who was the older sibling again?

"tobio it's her! miss universe japan!" she excitedly shouted. "she's so beautiful" she had quieted down a little, but still had her eyes glued to the screen. kageyama looked up from his phone and at the screen and was surprised to see a breathtakingly beautiful girl wearing the 'miss japan' sash. she was smiling brightly and he felt a thump in his chest even though the smile wasn't directly aimed at him.

words on the bottom of the screen came up: 'miss universe japan: (l/n) (y/n)'. he immediately went to look up your name online, and found plenty of pictures of you, along with your instagram with hundreds of thousands of followers. he only scrolled for a few seconds before following you and looking back up at the screen, entranced.

it was a whole new thing to see you in front of him now. slightly older from the first time he had laid eyes on you, but still just as alluring. your smile still makes his heart skip.

"well, i'm honored that the kageyama tobio knows me" you say. he merely stares back at you in awe at finally meeting you in person as he tries to think of something to say.

one of your favorite poppy songs comes on and you excitedly jump up. he gets slightly nervous at your quick action.

"dance with me?" you ask. you have a wide smile on your face and hold your hand out to him.

"i don't dance" he tells you. which is true. whenever he comes to clubs or bars, he feels out of place. while his friends and teammates are able to unwind and attract the attention of women, he finds it much harder to do either. he's much too quiet and emotionally reserved to hold the attention of most women, while others are put off by his 'unsettling' smile.

"it'll be fun! there's so many people here no one will be looking at you anyway, you have nothing to be worried about" you reason. you can clearly see the inner turmoil written on his face.

little do you know, kageyama is so nervous he's going to embarrass himself in front of you. he's never gotten this much personal attention from such a gorgeous girl, let alone a famous one he'd been crushing on for several years. he's almost always had fangirls, but people have always said he's unapproachable and too volleyball-minded for girls to ever have any attraction beyond physical. you've been talking to him for this long though, so he can't help but think this is different and you might actually be genuinely interested in him.

he mutters a small 'ok' and you take your chance before he can change his mind. you grab his hand and pull him from the booth and down the stairs all the way to the dance floor. turning around to face him, you have to look up to meet his eyes again. definitely over 6 foot, but he doesn't tower over you as much as lev does. it's a good, happy medium. he's standing very stiff and looking around at everyone before he looks back down to you. you give him a warm smile, encouraging him to loosen up a little.

you decide it seems like he needs you to help him. you grab his hands and sway back and forth in a goofy way. he only follows your actions, letting himself be wildly flailed around by you. he can't help the smile that breaks out onto his face, one he hasn't let himself show to anyone in a very long time (due to the many comments people had made about it). when you give him a strange look, he quickly tries to go back to his straight face and pulls his hands out of yours, turning around so you can't see his expression. he's already managed to mess up.

that's not how you see it. you're surprised at how his smile makes you feel. you finally understand what people are talking about when they say they have butterflies in their stomach. you feel light and airy, while also being tied down to this world next to him. your entire body heats up and you swear you're about to catch on fire. you haven't felt this way for a guy in a very long time, especially not this quickly. everything about him demands your attention and makes you wish you didn't need to blink so you never have to miss a glimpse of him.

"your smile is cute" you tell him honestly. it's a little unconventional, but you mean what you say. you can tell it's genuine and true, and that in itself is what makes it so beautiful. he gives you a strange look with something you can't really grasp. the best way to describe it is like he's really seeing you for the first time. not just your face, your body, your looks. he sees into you.

"you're gorgeous" he tells you. it's something you've heard thousands of times but it holds an entirely different meaning when you hear it from his mouth. you glance up at him and find him giving you an intense look of admiration and maybe even more.

"kiss me" you whisper. he doesn't respond verbally, and instead grants you your request. the butterflies in your stomach explode and go all over your body. it's an amazing sensation that leads you wanting more. his lips are slightly chapped, and you have to admit he seems slightly inexperienced, but you don't care. if anything, it's endearing. you hear some of the people (they sound like guys so you guess they're probably his teammates) whistle and holler in your general direction, but neither of you pay any mind to it. his arms fold around your back and pull you in closer, causing you to reach up and place your arms over his shoulders and around his neck. after what feels like forever, you pull away though he follows you. you hide your face and just embrace him. he's so warm and the feeling calms you. you feel safe with him, and wish the two of you could just be alone with each other.

you tell him as much, and he offers up his place for the two of you to go. you smile at him before texting your driver and your bodyguard (who was watching you now), telling them the address you would be heading to.

honestly, the rest of the night is history.

a package turned up at your apartment, something which at first makes you a little nervous. being as famous as you are, it's unsettling to think a 'fan' might show up at your door or have bad intentions with you. fortunately, the package is addressed to you from your manager. why not just text me, we're in the 21st century? you think, but pass it off as him being an 'old man' (he's about 50, so you decide).

you sit down with the package on the couch in your patio. opening it up, you find one of the most popular celeb news magazines and immediately recognize the two people on the cover. it's a picture of you and tobio walking down the sidewalk after one of your recent coffee dates. he had been walking you to one of your friends apartment buildings to visit her (and more importantly her dog). the photographer had caught you animatedly talking about god knows what, but you were more interested in tobio. he was looking at you intently with the faintest smile that most people probably wouldn't notice. if they didn't notice that, though, they definitely would notice the look in his eyes: lovestruck. if it was a cartoon you were sure he would have literal hearts in his eyes. you held your frappuccino in the hand not intertwined with tobio's. though you could find paparazzi annoying and even creepy at times, you have to admit you love everything about this picture.

the picture of course has a caption. in big letters it reads:

'tokyo's hottest new couple!: (l/n) (y/n) & kageyama tobio are official!'

you can't help the smile on your face. flipping through the pages, you finally come to the one about you and kageyama. a small slip of paper falls out when you do so, and you find it's a note from your manager:

congratulations on front cover again. he's a keeper - gushiken-san

"what's that?" a familiar voice behind you questions. you feel arms wrap around you and you smile. it seems someone's finally gotten out of bed.

"us" you show him the cover, to which he makes a low hum in response.

"i'm putting this on the fridge" you joke. you turn around to face him in all of his bedhead glory, wrapping your arms up around his shoulders.

"seriously? i look weird in that picture" he scoffs. you playfully swat him for making such an objectively wrong claim. you always help him with his self-esteem. he never doubts his abilities in volleyball, but in nearly ever other part of his life he needs some assistance. even now that the two of you are actually dating he doesn't feel worthy enough, friendly enough, attractive enough for someone like you. you do everything you can to convince him otherwise. he is worthy, sweet to you, and definitely attractive enough.

"you look handsome in it! but you always do so i'm not sure why you're surprised" you teasingly flirt. his cheeks darken and you reach up to pinch one. he moves his head away but moves back to gaze sweetly into your eyes. you look back just as sweet, and can't help but be lost in his beautiful blue eyes.

"if you say so" he responds with a kiss to your cheek. you respond with a kiss to his lips, followed by many more.

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to keep her warm - jackie taylor

in which y/n saves jackie from death. (approx 2.3k words)

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you and jackie have been dating for years. you met her before joining yellowjackets because she sat in front of you in english. you couldn’t help but admire her beauty, watching how she could make slacking off look graceful.

you decided, one day, on a whim to try out for the soccer team. you were sick of hearing your parents’ petty arguments every time you came home, and the other clubs just didn’t seem interesting enough for you to join. that day was the first time you properly talked to jackie.

she was so inviting and sweet, even offering to give you pointers to improve your skill. eventually, you were informed that you were given a spot on the team by coach martinez (who definitely was influenced; you really weren’t that good at soccer). you remember jackie’s vivacious smile as she ran up to you, embraced you and welcomed you to the team. now that you think about it, she was waaaay too excited about you being there.

you often stayed behind with her after practice to talk ‘strategy’. in reality, you both would talk about everything and anything possible while rolling and swinging around on coach’s spinny-chairs. she was so funny, and god, so sweet. it didn’t take long for you to start dating, as the moment she hinted interest towards you, you began to reciprocate at an intense rate.

jackie eventually told shauna about the relationship. she was instantly supportive, and you became a trio. you hung out often after school, and shauna let you both have time to yourselves too.

oftentimes, you and jackie had slumber parties over at her house. she would paint your nails, and you would try different makeup looks on her. the night would always end with the two of you cuddling for hours, looking into each other’s eyes lovingly.

the day your team won the match to determine your spot in nationals, you picked jackie up, twirling her around. the two of you kissed in front of the girls, eliciting whistles and cheers.

“called it!”, tai had laughed to van, fist bumping her, natalie begrudgingly handing her twenty dollars.

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when the plane crashed, the first thing you did is check on jackie. you felt extremely worried about her, noticing how she instantly began to close in. you watched her claw at any form of leadership with an indescribable desperation.

“guys, we need to get moving. we’re going to run out of water,” tai suggested to the team one night.

“no, tai! the rescue team will come any day now,” jackie replied, more like she was reassuring herself. you watched as the cogs turned in the girls’ heads before a huge argument broke out.

“what team?! we’ve been here for days! nobody’s coming jackie, get it in your head”, someone yelled.

you tried hard to keep the peace, physically putting yourself between the girls and jackie, “c’mon guys. calm down…”

jackie instantly softened at the sight of you, smiling gently before quickly returning back to being straight faced. you mouthed a ‘we’ll talk later’ at her before continuing, “but taissa is right. we need water, and i don’t think we’ll survive for long at this rate…” you tapped your cheek, thinking of a result that would please everyone before your eyes brightened, “we can leave a message!”

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a few months had passed, and you were still worried about jackie. you loved her so, so much, and though she returned your affections happily, you felt as though the light within her had died out. she wasn’t the same girl you would spend hours after practice with; the girl whose eyes you’d lovingly admire in the late hours of the morning.

jackie barely helped around and ate. it’s like she was depressed, spiralling, as she was barely able to get out of bed most days or even take care of herself. the other girls were beginning to get irritated at jackie’s lack of helping out, and despite you and shauna’s efforts, this distaste was beginning to manifest further. you knew that the girls would snap any day – the stress pushed down on you like a heavy weight.

“c’mon, jackie…” you murmured, brushing her overgrown bangs away before wiping her forehead with a lukewarm damp rag, “you should try to help out around the cabin.”

she blinked at you, almost absent from the conversation. you placed a warm hand on her cheek, feeling a spark in your chest as she leaned into your touch. “i know but… i can’t,” is all she said, and you understood – that she probably had lost her hope. you wrapped your arms around her, giving her a tight squeeze. it took her a brief moment to reciprocate before she melted into you, sniffling a little.

“i know, jackie. i know. i love you and i’m here for you,” is all you whispered. that was the first time you told her that you loved her, and for a few days, the spark of hope returned in her eyes.

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you sat up, quickly, spluttering. you looked to your left, then your right, trying to understand your surroundings. your mind felt hazy, and you seemed to be alone. you could taste a strange taste in your mouth. maybe the dinner you had was off. you shivered, suddenly, rubbing your arms to warm yourself up. looking up, you noticed a lonesome full moon staring back at you.

“shit…”, you mumbled, “what time is it?”

suddenly, snowflakes began to fall around you. it was the first snowfall since your team had stranded in the vast, lifeless wilderness.

hopping up, you decided you needed to find your way back to the cabin, and fast, otherwise you would die from the cold.

it was silent when you returned to the cabin – way too silent. you were walking for around half an hour until you had found something that looked even slightly familiar, thus returning home. you noticed a snow-covered figure slouched over by the firepit and stumbled over, still in a slightly drugged haze. “hey,” you called, growing more and more concerned at their lack of an answer. bending down to their level, you shook them to try inducing a response. panic began to grow in your chest as some snow fell off their head.

then, your worst nightmare came true.

jackie.

you visibly jumped from the terror that consumed you, feeling yourself suddenly get smaller in the world.

no.

she was motionless and so, so cold to the touch. “jackie?! jackie!” you yelled, shaking her violently, but still, she didn’t move. you pulled her up over your shoulder, suddenly full of energy. running towards the cabin, you stopped in your tracks. oh no. it didn’t take you long to process that the door was halfway snowed in, and you didn’t have enough time to do anything about it.

your stomach filled with a dread you had never felt before. it felt like life was collapsing around you; like you were a single person surrounded by nothing. everything around you fell still, as if time had frozen. you had to do something, and fast. you turned on your heel, running to the shed without thinking.

tearing the door open with such vigour that you’re surprised it didn’t break off the hinges, you sat your girlfriend up against a dry wall. you stripped your jacket off your already under-dressed body, draping it over jackie’s shoulders. despite how cold it was, you focused on keeping her warm, whispering sweet nothings to her as you desperately held her tightly. tears welled up in your eyes as reality began to sit on your shoulders like a heavy gravitational force, taunting you within this hopeless world. your girlfriend was extremely pale. you breathed what hot breath you could onto your hands and rubbed her arms to generate some sort of warmth.

your hands and arms ached from how hard you were massaging the blonde. it must’ve been a few hours, at that point, and you felt your heart warm, noticing a bit of rosiness in her cheeks. she was still breathing; her breaths were shallow but steady.

“jackie, i… hang in there for me, please,” you begged to nobody in particular. your girlfriend couldn’t hear you, but maybe the omnipotent force that resided within the wilderness could. it wasn’t your girlfriend’s turn to go, and you knew that you would do whatever it takes to make sure that she would wake up by your side again and again.

you zoned out for what felt like a minute, coming back to your senses when you felt the sunlight peek through the cracks in the thin walls. squinting, you opened the door, and as if clouds had parted, it felt like the world was just a little bit warmer. something snapped in your head, and coming back to your senses, you ran towards the cabin in nothing but your short, sleeveless dress. adrenaline coursed through your veins as you smashed your knuckles against the feeble door, knocking violently. you began to claw at the snow that blocked your entry in, grabbing fistfuls in your bony hands and tossing them haphazardly behind you. tai opened the door with a yawn, slightly startled in her dreariness.

“(y/n), we thought you were home?”, she squinted her eyebrows, not processing your panic. suddenly, her body fell tense, her eyes widening in realisation, “wait, jackie!”

you sprinted past her, shoving her with enough energy to knock her into the doorframe, leaving her winded. “help me! she’s fucking dying out there!”, you screeched, much like a hurt animal.

everyone woke up, suddenly alert, and after what felt like a lifetime, but realistically was only a few seconds, everything clicked as internal alarm bells went off within their heads.

jackie.

you were shaking violently, unsure if it was due to the cold or the pure, unfiltered anger. a few girls scattered and sprinted in various directions to prepare what would be needed for a hot bath whereas the rest scrabbled outside to look for their friend. you felt yourself grow lightheaded suddenly; the exhaustion must’ve been hitting you, or perhaps it was your processing of the situation.

after a few minutes, you and lottie managed to undress a stiff jackie and get her in the bathtub as the other girls waited anxiously downstairs. lottie watched your scattered frame wordlessly, being careful not to say anything to set you off. you paced back and forth, stopping every few seconds to examine your girlfriend. finally, the thin, tense cord in your brain snapped as you marched and climbed down the ladder.

everyone sat in the common area, deep shame shadowing over their faces. something about how preventable this entire situation was made you more furious than ever before, and you did something extremely uncharacteristic of you - you unleashed absolute hell on them.

“she could’ve fucking died!”, you shrieked, watching everyone tremble as if your voice had physically shoved them, “you let her stay out there?! what happened to working as a team?”

the room was so silent that you could hear the gentle breeze outside. you continued your verbal rampage, tears welling up in your eyes.

“I don’t give a shit who’s in the wrong, that was so unbelievably fucked up of all of you!”

your small, starved body viciously shook as you sobbed, hiccupping, and choking on the lump in your throat. jackie could’ve died.

van and shauna took a step towards you, reaching their hands up as though they wanted to comfort you with a hug. you, in turn, took a large step back, increasing the distance between you and the girls. “stay the fuck away from me!! you almost let her die! I swear to fuck, stay away from me!”

you glared at everybody, bloodshot eyes prominent, before climbing back up the shaky ladder. jackie began to stir as you emerged.

“(y/n)..?”, she murmured, voice shaky and quiet.

your eyes widened, partially from joy, partially from shock, as you sprinted to her side. big fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you hugged her, not caring that the now overflowing water was beginning to seep into your dress.

“hush, baby, it’s okay… i love you.”

after a few minutes of reassuring yourself more than your girlfriend, you calmed down enough to give lottie a nod. she smiled sweetly before going down the ladder, deciding to leave you two alone. she wanted to help make the peace and let the other girls know that you would all have a big discussion about what happened later.

jackie beamed at you, exhaustion prominent on her face, and with all her strength, pulled you into the bath with her. you yelped as you felt the water soak you.

“jackie!! you little shit!”

her entire body tremored with a laughter that bordered on a joyful hysteria. she put her arms around your shoulders, pulling your foreheads together, touching cold nose to cold nose. you began to sob again, realising just how many memories of your girlfriend you could’ve lost had she died. jackie wiped a tear from your cheek with her thumb, looking you in the eyes before placing her cracked lips onto yours. you became lost in her touch, feeling a newfound sense of hope – of home.

“i love you so much, (y/n). thank you for being in my life,” she whispered after the kiss had ended. her lips were parted slightly, and she looked a little livelier than she had in the past few months.

“i love you too, baby – i’ll never leave you alone again”, you reassured, holding her close, feeling her heartbeat against her ribcage.

she was alive, that’s all that mattered to you now, and that’s all that would matter to you forever.

#yellowjackets x reader #jackie taylor x reader #jackie taylor

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tyuns-world · 2 months

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⏱︎ Time gained ⏱︎

Part one: Time Wasted

Paring: fem! Reader x fwb! Beomgyu

Genre: angst (slightly hopeful)

Summary: After a painful realization, you decided to reclaim your life from an unrequited love but a confrontation might bring you back to his world.

Wc: 1k

After that day, you had a reality check. You knew you needed to do better for yourself. You had let yourself become so consumed by Beomgyu's whims that you let yourself go.

All your thoughts were on him. All your focus, attention, and love were placed on a guy who never even loved you back. You continuously told yourself you were okay with this and that it was the only way to make him fall in love with you, but you were so wrong. His words made you feel ashamed, realizing how far things had gone.

Over the next few months, you slowly picked yourself back up. You began to see what you had been missing out on by being so wrapped around Beomgyu's finger. You started going out to parties again, spending more time with friends, rediscovering old interests that once filled your time, and even flirting with guys who caught your interest.

You were truly happy again, and thoughts of Beomgyu slowly faded from your mind. However, they never really left. How could they? You still didn't have the heart to block his number, so whenever he was under the influence, he reached out to you hoping you'd text back so he could get you back into his bed. When he sobered up, he'd quickly unsend the messages and pretend like nothing happened. It was a relentless cycle.

It was hard to admit, but your face still lit up whenever he texted, hoping for an apology or a "can we start over" — something that would satisfy that old feeling of needing his love. But it never came, so eventually, you found yourself muting him instead of blocking.

One night, you were getting ready to go out with friends because your friend Sooyoung was throwing a rager at her place. You felt excited about the night ahead. You had on your favorite party dress, done your hair and makeup, and were just about to head out the door when your phone buzzed. You glanced down to see Beomgyu's name lighting up the screen. A part of you wanted to ignore it, but old habits die hard. With a sigh, you answered the call.

"Hey," you said cautiously, trying to keep your tone neutral.

There was a pause before you heard a familiar voice, but it wasn't Beomgyu's. It was his friend, Soobin. "Hey, we know you two aren't together anymore, but can you come pick Beomgyu up? He's piss drunk and causing a scene. We dumped him in one of the rooms at Sooyoung's party, but we're gonna go party hop and we aren't taking him."

"Look, I don't—" you started to say, but the line clicked dead.

You sighed. Of course, you had to go to the party where you were supposed to have fun, just to pick up Beomgyu after he'd left you broken. You thought about leaving him alone, but the thought of him hurting himself or getting alcohol poisoning had you rushing to the party immediately.

When you arrived, your friends tried to wave you over, but you just smiled and hurried to the bedroom where you found Beomgyu, slumped against the floor with his back against the bed. His eyes were glassy, and he barely registered your presence until you were right in front of him.

"Y/N..." he slurred, a lazy smile spreading across his face. "You came."

"What the fuck, Beomgyu? You're smart enough to know your limit. Why the fuck are you so drunk?" you yelled at him. He just chuckled—that heart-stopping, sexy chuckle.

"You stopped answering me. I needed a drink," he shrugged, closing his eyes and tilting his head back against the bed frame.

"You were the one who told me to get lost! You were the one who said I was pathetic and needed to get over you," you yelled, tears forming in your eyes.

"You kept letting me disappoint you over and over. I'm a pretty selfish guy, but seeing you like that was just sad," he mumbled, your yelling sobering him up quickly.

Your heart clenched at his words. A strange mix of anger and pity washed over you. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.

"You think this is better?" you asked, your voice trembling. "You think seeing you like this makes it easier?"

Beomgyu looked up at you. "I don't know what to do, Y/N. I don't know what to do with myself when you're not here."

You looked at him, stunned. You knew you shouldn't let his words get to you. You knew he would probably take it all back when he was sober. But no matter how much self-love or how many distractions you found, Beomgyu would always be on your mind.

"Beomgyu," you began, trying to steady your voice, "you can't keep doing this. You can't keep using me as a crutch when you're feeling lost. I can't handle it anymore. I love you," you confess.

Beomgyu takes a deep breath. "I know you do."

He couldn't say it back. Even after all this time, he just doesn't love you, and nothing you do or say will ever change his mind. You slide down next to him. "Gyu, why did you ask me out?"

He looks a bit taken aback. You've never asked him this question in your whole complex relationship. He stammers a bit but finally says, "I don't know. You just looked like a hot angel whenever I saw you."

"Did you ever think you loved me?" you ask, wiping a tear that slid down your face.

Beomgyu sighs, running a hand through his hair, the stress of this conversation taking its toll. "Yes, I did," he replies, turning to look at you lazily. "But then I thought, how could I actually love you if I treat you like any other piece of ass?"

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, leaving you breathless. You struggle to find the right words, your voice trembling. "So, what was I to you then? Just a distraction?"

Beomgyu's eyes soften for a moment, and he looks away, unable to meet your gaze. "I don't know," he admits quietly. "I guess I was just afraid of what it meant to really care about someone." You take a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions. "Afraid? Beomgyu, I gave you everything. I was vulnerable with you."

He clenches his jaw, frustration evident in his eyes. "And I took advantage of that. I know. But it's not because I didn't care. It's because I didn't know how to care the right way."

Silence hangs heavy between you, the weight of his words admitting that he cared and could have loved you feeling suffocating. Finally, you speak, your voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe it's too late for us, then."

Beomgyu's shoulders slump, defeat washing over him. "It always was, but I still need you in my life," he says, gesturing to his drunken form.

"Friends, then?" You turn to fully face him, extending your hand.

"With benefits," Beomgyu jokes. You punch him lightly in the arm, scoffing.

"Fine, fine. We can try friends," he chuckles.

#tyuns-world #beomgyu angst #choi beomgyu angst #choi beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x you #tomorrow x together angst #txt beomgyu #txt x reader #txt angst

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ofmdjanuaury · 1 year

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Welcome to OFMD AU-gust! Check out the prompts and start creating 💙

Rules and text version under the cut!

RULES:

Any OFMD fan creations count! Fic, art, dioramas, bakes…

You can do one day or all of them, and use as many prompts from the day as you want!

Tag everything #OFMDAU-GUST

Every time you post something, try and comment on someone else’s, too!

You can post any prompt any day AFTER that prompt’s official day! So you can post Improv fics any day after 8/1, but you can’t post theatre fics till 8/31.

HAVE FUN!

Text version of the prompts:

1. Mechanic | Mail Carrier | Improv

2. Fantasy | Solarpunk | Fiber Arts

3. School Staff | Art Model | Taxidermy

4. Social Media | Tentacles | Identity Theft

5. Music/Band | Specific TV Show | Jumanji

6. Journalism | Specific Movie | Planetarium

7. Phone Operator | Rennaissance | Y2K

8. Sports | Ancient | Pacific Rim

9. Medicine | Aquarium/Zoo | Makeup Artist

10. Celebrity | D&D | Gig Worker

11. Science Fiction | Superheroes | Birdwatching

12. Coffee Shop/Bakery | Magical Girl (gn) | Influencer

13. Restaurant | Medieval | Eldritch Horror/Cryptid

14. Science | Place-Based | Weed Guy (gn)

15. Porn Star | Specific Book | Natural Disaster

16. Crime/Mob | Specific Cartoon | Drag/Burlesque

17. Farm/Rural | Time Travel | Polar Explorer

18. Small Business | Apocalypse | Stargate

19. Writer | 19th Century | Escape Room

20. Law | Nightclub | Professional Cuddler

21. Rebels | Zombie | Desert Island

22. Bar | Ghost Hunters | LARP

23. Transit | Daemon | Community Meeting

24. Archeology | Aliens | Paint and Sip

25. Epistolary | Public Access TV | Gas Station

26. Neighbors | Heist | Reality TV Hosts

27. Noir | Grocery Store | Blacksmith

28. Disney | Olympics | Sentinel/Guide

29. Boats | Non-Anglophone Place | Lumberjack

30. Canon-Divergent | Gardening | Kink Club

31. Theatre | Free Space | Someone Else's Universe

(Thanks to yerbamansa for reminding the mod to be accessible!!)

#ofmd #ofmd au-gust #fic challenges #fandom challenges #our flag means death

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copias-sewer-rat · 11 months

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I love your idea with the Papas being in a silly boyband but could you imagine them being the stars of reality TV? Something like Keeping Up with the Emeritus.

Now the question would be: Does it still take place in the abbey and still satanic church and music? Or is it something different? Rich kinda maybe influencer guys making their money their own fashion and makeup line, among other things?

No, seriously. I want to see how Copia is caring for his rats in the living room when there's suddenly a big crash and you can hear Terzo yelling from somewhere off-screen that he's fine, no worries followed by a groan. And Primo stops arranging flower bouquets to check how many bones Terzo has broken. Secondo just mutters something in Italian and pours himself a glass of the finest red wine. All while everyone is ignoring Nihil who is lying on his back in the grass in the backyard. Is he dead or napping? Nobody knows and nobody cares.

Oh yeah for sure. I love the idea (and your scenario was hilarious) and I feel like it fits perfectly with a lot of people's ideas of the papas dynamic as a "family". (Let me shower you with some headcanons I came up with!):

I can see everyone pranking Copia and then talking shit and exposing each other about their dirty little secrets.

Secondo: my fratellino is the disgrace of Italy. He drinks his coffee at kid's temperature. I have never seen such behaviour! Terzo: *slurping his kid's temp, the camera zooming in abruptly* What?

Terzo is the makeup guru and has a makeup company. He is in all the photoshoots and covers.

Copia is just the weird little brother who is an aspiring dancer, very talented. However, he gets shadowed by his brothers' success.

Secondo has a casino empire in Vegas, he has the reputation of someone cold and distant and he spends little time at home. However he misses his family and wishes he could have more stability.

Primo is just an old man, his prime long gone. He was a model and Terzo's inspiration for his career path.

Seestor is the "mother" and the manager. She is overprotective of Copia but still a bitch boss.

Keeping up with the Emeritus is a fantastic au tbh, I really love it.

#gonst #ghost #the band ghost #papa emeritus iv #ghost band #cardinal copia #ghost bc #papa emeritus iii #papa secondo #papa terzo #ask box #ask #ghost au

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kindheart525 · 8 months

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I’ve been doing more arc planning lately and adding more side characters to the cast, so I thought I’d do a doodle sheet to introduce some of them and give you all a small taste of what’s ahead!

Smooth Tune AKA Smoothie - Licorice Lace’s girlfriend A harpist from Licorice’s orchestra, she is equal parts beefcake and angel. She is graceful and gorgeous, with a more cheesy and girlish side too. Many would say she is way out of Lic’s league but she still chose him and would do so a thousand times over.

Aphrodisian Foam - Fashion Model In a sort of “ugly ducking” tale, she started out as an insecure chick with unusual hybrid traits (wingless unicorn hippogriffs are hard to come by) but now she is a show-stopping model who shares her beauty with the whole world.

Tranquila - Trailblazer’s “enemy” An “influencer” by her world’s standards, she has a passion for fitness and loves sharing it with the world. She publishes her favorite workouts and daily musings in various magazines and video tutorials, focusing on strength and balance in one’s lifestyle. She does it all with a calm, chilled-out attitude, contrasting the girl known as her enemy.

Roman Candle - Trailblazer’s “best friend” A wrestling champion in high school, he is a skilled athlete who knows how to stand out. But he was also your typical douchey teenage boy, generally a dick to those he didn’t call friend and not particularly favored among the girls because of that. Hopefully he won’t stay that way forever.

Almond Meringue AKA Uncle Al - Trailblazer’s publicist A humble old stallion from a village outside of Trottingham, he is Trailblazer’s publicist on paper but in reality he’s so much more. He keeps her schedule intact, makes sure she remembers to eat and rest, and helps her avoid embarrassing herself in public. She really keeps him on his hooftips, but they’ve grown to care about each other in a somewhat familial way which makes his job worth it.

Burr - Mudbriar’s son Somewhat like the uncle he resembles, he broke the mold set by his parents, pursuing a more extroverted career path than Mudbriar and choosing a different genre of music than his other father Feather Bangs. An idol of his little cousin Meteor Shower, he has lofty goals for his career but is enjoying the ride on the way there.

Sweetpea Soup - Manic Pixie Dream Girl Her description is pretty self explanatory: she’s quirky and free-spirited with a rebellious streak, and a strong and contagious appreciation for all life has to offer. Anyone she meets would consider themselves lucky to have known her and be left wanting for more time with her.

Painted Lady - Tea Cake’s aide Passionate about foalcare, her greatest reward is getting to nurture foals as they grow and watching their vibrant personalities bloom. But she can also be a little overbearing and intrude on what is meant to be independent play if she thinks extra care is needed (which it sometimes isn’t). The foal she works with now needs that extra care to an extent, but it’s still annoying.

Infernal Startrail - Blackfire Phoenix’s coworker In some ways she is every corporation’s dream employee with the way she thinks outside the box and has a solution to most problems she encounters. She is decisive, intelligent, and professional, but isn’t above the occasional workplace gossip to an extent. But then again, most people aren’t.

Fireball Rosso - Bullseye’s boyfriend A talented makeup artist for any and all genders, he’s very serious about his craft. Some consider him arrogant and snooty and maybe he is just a little bit, but he’s very secure in himself and he wants others to be confident in their expression too.

Strawberry Bon Bon - Meteor Shower’s girlfriend A hopeless romantic at heart, she puts her all into her relationships with others, sometimes to her own detriment. Getting her heart broken a few times by guys who didn’t put in equal effort has left her with some trust issues, leading to insecurities that carry over into the next relationship.

Pearl Closure - Sour Peach’s girlfriend A fashion designer who specializes in “magical girl transformations,” i.e. those extra special outfits that have two designs in one! She can make literal rags unfold into a stunning ballgown, and at the height of her career she’s very popular among celebrities who want unique costume changes. She took her time to nurture her talent before sharing it with the world so it would really be worth the wait.

Fruit Salad - School of Friendship alum She’s a party animal with a little bit of bimbo mixed in, in the sense of not always reading the room. She’s well intentioned, just not super responsible or receptive to when someone wants to be left alone.

Pearl - Miner She is the type of diamond dog that when she has her mind set on something, she will not stop until she accomplishes it. This includes things like digging really deep to get a certain gem she senses, even when she hits rock. She’s eager to meet new creatures and when she is your friend she’s very affectionate.

Juneberry - Mailmare A flirt who always has things to share like fun facts, she likes talking to others and learns a lot from all the ponies and creatures she delivers mail to. Not everyone makes a habit of talking to the pony who delivers their mail outside of small talk, but when they do it makes her day.

Veneer Smokescreen AKA Smoky - Movie theater employee With a monotone attitude, she’s the kind of pony where you just have to believe her when she says she feels a certain way because she’s not going to show you any other way. As a foal she was punished for being too childish despite being a child at the time so now she has issues expressing herself.

Hyacinth Moss - Marmalade Meringue’s wife Insecure and ashamed of her siren heritage, she is easily embarrassed by anything that even remotely makes her look bad (like Marmalade expressing a bad take in public or her kids lightly bickering). She is generally touchy and reactive and will react to any slights very passive-aggressively.

Starfruit Bouquet - Hyacinth and Marmalade’s oldest son A soccer player practically since he could walk, he has a love for the game and a love for life no matter what successes or failures come his way. He isn’t in the game to win, but loves it for the camaraderie and teamwork it comes with. Any mistakes he takes in stride as long as he has his friends by his side.

Sour Grapes - Hyacinth and Marmalade’s youngest son A spelling bee kid who will probably graduate to the debate team and then some prestigious college, he is ambitious and competitive. The game is cutthroat and so is he, albeit in a rule-abiding way. You would think he and his brother would be at odds with how different their values are, and they certainly do disagree, but not as much as their parents do. Making fun of them is one thing they can bond over.

Please let me know what you think and feel free to theorize about their roles! Which of these characters are most excited to see in the story? I can’t wait to introduce them proper, which for some should be pretty soon!

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Roman Candle designed by @melos-magic-ponies Infernal Startrail and Pearl (the dog) designed by me Everyone else designed by @gelidponies

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peaceisadirtyword · 2 years

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Pull the Trigger VI (Modern!Ivar/Reader)

A/N: Hello! This was one of the hardest chapters I’ve ever written because of a personal experience that still haunts me until today. It has conditioned my way of socialising and it has prevented me from doing many things, and it’s something I’ll carry for the rest of my life. Unfortunately this is way more common than we’d ever think, and sometimes it’s very obvious but it can also go unnoticed. It’s not my intention by any means to romanticise this kind of situations, as it’s a nightmare I wish no one had to live. Most of the times we don’t have someone to protect us like they do in this fic, it’s a shame but it’s also a reality and I think we as a society don’t do enough to stop these kind of situations from happening. We need to let the victims speak, empathise with them and punish the perpetrators. And learn that no means no, and that when there’s not a yes it’s also no, and when the other person tries to escape it’s also no, and that it’s also a no when they’re under the influence of alcohol, drugs or under compulsion. In one word: consent.

This said, even if it’s just a very small part of what I have to say, I hope you like this chapter. Thank you so much for reading and for all of the nice comments♥️ You guys rock.

Warnings: +18! this chapter contains a scene that includes sexual assault, alcohol consumption, drugging and non-consent, please do not read if this is a triggering subject for you, I tried to make it as short and undetailed as possible, but it’s still a very sensitive topic. As a victim of SA myself I completely understand if it’s too much. Please take care and be safe. In case you suffer an attack like this please go to the hospital as soon as possible, I won’t tell you whether you should talk about it or not because that’s very personal and no one should tell you what to do when you’re a victim. You are not alone and it’s not your fault♥️ please be safe and take care of your loved ones🫶🏼

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“I can’t believe you are leaving me alone for a man again” you pouted while stepping out of the shower, Thora smiled softly at you through the bathroom mirror. She had a pair of tweezers on her hands and scrutinised her own reflection, looking for the little hairs under her eyebrow that had escaped.

“You’ll be fine, Ingrid is going with you” she chuckled “Do you want to borrow my silver purse? It goes very well with the blue dress”

Your eyes lightened up at that. You loved that purse.

“You’re trying to bribe me with a purse?”

“I’m not trying, I’m bribing you with a purse” she smirked “Besides, I’m in a very good mood today”

You started drying your hair with the towel, glancing at her curiously.

“How so?“

Thora’s face lightened up with a smile when she looked at you, almost like she had been waiting to tell you for days.

“Hvitserk is cooking dinner for me”

You rolled your eyes.

“So he’s doing the bare minimum, good for him, what does he want in exchange?”

“I’m going to ignore that because I’m in a very good mood” she repeated “He’s cooking for me at his house, he says we need to talk”

You widened your eyes.

“I think he might want to be exclusive” Thora continued, giggling.

“What? He probably does that with every single girl he meets, Thora!“ you groaned, and her smile faltered “Look, I want you to be happy, but do you think you can be happy with someone that is always on the magazine covers because he fucks every single person he can?”

Thora sighed, grabbing her makeup and turning to the mirror again.

“I know what you think of him, Y/N, but you don’t know him like I do” she pressed her lips together “And if Hvitserk asks me to be his girlfriend tonight I will say yes, because I really like him, and if he turns up to be a fucking idiot that is only playing with me, then I will come to you so you can tell me ‘I told you’ with a condescending tone and I will let you take care of me, because I know you will because you’re my best friend”

You bit your lip, suddenly feeling guilty for having yelled at her. You had tried your best to try and like the Lothbroks, for her sake, but the mere thought of those privileged, cocky, handsome bastards, especially the one with those piercing blue eyes that wouldn’t leave your mind, made your blood boil. You hated that every single person just succumbed to their charms, ignoring the obvious red flags of their family.

“Okay” you sighed, making Thora smile a bit “But if he breaks your heart I will follow him until the end of the world, I will kill him and I will feed him to stray dogs”

Thora laughed then, shaking her head as she moved to hug you tightly.

“And I will join you in your anti-Lothbrok campaign” she promised with a giggle.

“Anyway” you finally stepped back “I better get dressed or I’ll be late”

Thora watched you grab your makeup bag and open the door to leave the bathroom.

“Hey” she said just when you were stepping out, making you look back with a small smile “If anything happens when you’re at Erik’s place… Please call me, okay? I know Ingrid will be there but please if you need something call me”

“Don’t tell me you believe the rumours, Thora” you groaned “Why do you listen to them more than to me?”

“No, just… Just call me, okay?”

You sighed, nodding.

“Fine, I will”

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Erik's place was not far from your own, a two-storey house he shared with another guy. It was already full of people when you arrived with an excited Ingrid following you, talking about how nice it was that both of her best friends had nice boyfriends that always invited her to places. You recognized some people from university, but most of the guys that were there you had no idea of who they were. Some of them had a weird vibe around them that immediately threw you off. The worst part was finding Erik with a bunch of them, drinking and laughing loudly while they played pool.

“It's nice to see you, beautiful" Erik leant in again to kiss you but you put your cheek instead with a forced smile. You had been a bit uneasy about this party since you got invited, and for some reason seeing the company he had there only made you turn around and leave.

Besides, Thora's news about Hvitserk maybe wanting to make it official only put a weird weight on your stomach.

“Hi" you greeted him, trying to move away from him as Erik kept his arms around you, finding your rejection amusing. Ingrid bit her lip and looked around, visibly uncomfortable, and grabbed your arm as soon as you were free from his grip.

“I thought you'd never come, would you like some drinks, ladies?" he smirked at the both of you and you nodded slowly, knowing you needed alcohol to deal with all of that. Ingrid looked around trying to find a familiar face, and sighed in relief when she spotted two girls she knew.

“I'll be right back" Erik winked at you, and Ingrid quickly reassured him that she didn't need a drink, for she had found two friends and would go say hello on her way to grab a less strong drink. Her last phrase was said with her eyes fixed on the glass Erik had on his hand, which was pure alcohol.

As soon as the two of them left, you looked around again, feeling more and more uneasy with every single look people casted your way. The group of guys Erik was talking to looked older. One of them, the tallest one, was blonde and had a weird tattoo on his cheek, his hair was long and greasy and his beard was badly maintained, with it having bald patches. His clothes were in a better shape, though you hoped he washed it more than he did himself. Around him, his gang was no better- all of them had ugly tattoos and looked as mean and cruel as him. It nearly made you shiver when he looked you up and down, and you almost groaned in relief when Erik came back with a full glass of alcohol for you.

“Don't mind them" he chuckled, shaking his head “They're old friends of my dad, they're like family to me but they were leaving already" he shook his head. Almost like they had heard him, the blonde man stood up and walked towards the exit, not before casting a last look at Erik. Waving them goodbye, he let his arm fall on your shoulders as soon as you had grabbed your own glass.

“They don't exactly look like someone people would like to party with" you muttered. Erik laughed.

“You're right, I guess!" he was maybe too cheerful, and that made you raise an eyebrow before thinking it could be the alcohol “Aren't you going to try your drink? It's one of my father's best whiskeys... But don't tell anyone, I'm afraid I don't have enough whiskey for all of them"

You sniffed the liquid before wrinkling your nose.

“A bit strong, isn't it?"

“Yeah, that's what makes it good" he chuckled again.

Finally gaining enough courage to take a sip, you started coughing almost immediately. Maybe you didn't know how to appreciate a good glass of whiskey, but that was probably the worst drink you had ever tried.

“Come on, I thought you were a girl that could handle her alcohol!" Erik seemed very amused by your struggling, and you had to try your best to avoid glaring at him or emptying the cup on his face.

But, on second thoughts, strong alcohol was exactly what you needed if you were to stand his repulsive behaviour for the entire night.

Taking a bigger sip, you ignored Erik's laughs and looked around the room for Ingrid, who was nowhere to be found, and cursed when you realised you didn't know anyone close to you that could give you a break from Erik's insistence.

Almost an hour and a few more sips later, your head started feeling a bit more light. Closing your eyes and rubbing them carefully not to ruin your makeup, you realised Erik had stopped laughing, and his hands were now roaming down your body.

“Hey" you slapped his hand away when he was approaching your ass, pressing your lips together “Who said you have permission to touch?"

He giggled, not really impressed by what you thought was a scolding tone.

“Where's your friend?" he kissed your cheek “The one so close to the Lothbroks? I thought you'd bring her, did she ditch you to go and fuck Hvitserk again?"

“Thora?" you frowned, a bit confused because it was the first time Erik had shown any interest in her “I don't know" you lied “She just said she couldn't come, I didn't really ask, she's old enough to do so... Hey, can you stop that? We're in the middle of a room with other people here, it's not polite to just start... Touching people in public like that"

Again, he looked amused, but you were about to reach the point of slapping him across his face.

“We can go somewhere more private, if you'd prefer..."

“No, I just need some air" you said softly, feeling a bit more light-headed every minute that passed.

“Sure" he smiled softly at you “I know somewhere we can get some air, come on"

Before you could react, he pushed you towards the stairs, grabbing your hand to pull you upstairs, away from the noise, the heat and the people. A bit confused, you followed him not really knowing where he intended to go. Something inside you was screaming to run back downstairs, find Ingrid and leave that house that made you so uneasy, but you were feeling a bit more tired than you would usually be having drank only half a glass of alcohol, and you thought a bit of air would do you good.

“Wouldn’t it be better if we went outside?” you muttered, looking back down the stairs. Your mouth felt weird, almost like you couldn’t pronounce the words properly “To get air”

“No, there will be too many people at the door” he chuckled “Come on, don’t you trust me?”

You didn’t reply, frowning when your head started feeling lighter. You definitely hadn’t drank enough to feel like that.

Erik opened a door and pushed you in. A bit confused, you looked around, but before you could say anything you heard him closing the door.

It was a bedroom. At that moment, you couldn’t really tell whether it was Erik’s bedroom or not nor you noticed any detail that could give you a clue of why he had brought you there.

“This is not a balcony” you managed to mumble before trying to open the door again. Erik laughed again, stopping you and pushing you back almost making you lose your balance.

“Come on” he grabbed your wrists, making sure you were completely still before kissing you. Shocked, you couldn’t register what was happening as your brain seemed to be way slower. It was almost like you had a fog on your eyes, but you could feel his lips against yours and his hands roaming up and down your body. You didn’t like it. You didn’t want him touching you. You didn’t give him permission to touch you like that.

He took advantage of your hesitation to push you towards the bed. You made a couple of weak attempts to free yourself from his grip, but every time you tried to move any part of your body it felt like you had a cement block attached to it. You remembered one of your first university parties, when you got so wasted you and Ingrid slept in the campus turf because you couldn’t even walk.

But that time you had drunk for hours straight.

“Wait” you managed to say, closing your eyes tightly. The light of the room hurt your eyes “Stop”

Erik didn’t reply, or if he did you didn’t hear it. He kept kissing down your neck, grabbing your dress to put it up. The moment his cold hand touched your leg under the dress you whimpered in discomfort, and wiggled your body to make him stop touching you.

“Stop” you repeated. Erik only tightened his grip around your wrists when you tried to push him away again “No” you almost begged when his hand reached between your legs.

You stayed still, trying to clear your mind from that stupid fog that clouded everything, but only when he let one of your arms go to unbuckle his trousers did you push him aside. Erik lost his balance and fell, cursing out loud. You stood up as quickly as you could, barely escaping his arms when he tried to catch you. You found the door, opening it with the last bit of strength you had. And ran down the hallway towards the stairs.

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Thora looked around, amazed. The entire Lothbrok’s living room had changed, only one corner of the table was set, but there were candles, flowers and the smell of food and wine made her mouth water. Hvitserk looked very sexy in an apron, much more than she had ever thought. The only downside? Hvitserk’s brothers hanging out in the kitchen and eating part of the dinner.

Her smile didn’t falter, though, Hvitserk looked pretty nervous and their presence calmed him down, even though he acted like he was very annoyed.

Her phone vibrated, and she looked away from Ubbe, who was telling a story from the office, to check her screen. Her frown was what grabbed the boy’s attention.

“Everything okay?” Hvitserk’s hand on her lower back made her smile again instantly.

“Yes, I think so” after glancing back at the screen again, she locked the phone and left it on the counter, picking up her wine glass again “It’s just Ingrid, apparently Y/N doesn’t reply to her messages and she just sent one on the group chat. She does that sometimes, reads the messages and forgets to reply so we have to send her multiple messages so she sees the notifications and replies” she explained quickly “They’re at a party together, but she’s probably talking to someone and didn’t check her phone”

“Talking? Probably spreading hate towards us” Ivar opened his mouth for the first time since he arrived. Thora pressed her lips together. She felt the need to defend her friend, but Ivar still intimidated her.

“Not us, brother, probably just you” Hvitserk giggled.

“Alfred told me you made her upset the other day in class” Ubbe glanced at his youngest brother with a stern face.

“Yes, well, she insulted me” he scoffed “He insulted Hvitserk and our family, she’s been doing that for a while now and someone had to make her stop”

Thora opened her mouth. Ivar’s eyes fixed on her, almost defying her to say something.

“I like her, to be honest” Hvitserk shrugged, refilling his wine glass “She’s not afraid of you, she’s not lining up to lick our ass like half of this damned city, she has some courage”.

“Y/N is very… Passionate, she has strong principles” Thora smiled at him “She doesn’t actually hate any of you, she’s just taking care of me, she’s very protective and loyal, she’s an amazing friend and if you give her a chance you’ll see it”.

“If she gives us a chance, you mean” Ivar rolled his eyes “She thinks she knows us after reading four articles in magazines, she’s done nothing but judge us”

Sigurd chuckled then, shaking his head.

“She might not be so wrong about you, brother”

Ivar hummed, and the glare he threw his brother's way made Thora shiver.

“I guess we’ll see in the future, brother”

Hvitserk rolled his eyes and put his arm around her shoulders.

“In any case, I’d love to start again with her, why don’t you tell her to drop by for a couple of drinks after dinner? Tell Ingrid to come too, if she wants”

“Oh, I’d love to” Thora smiled “But they’re at Erik’s place, he was throwing a party and invited Y/N… After practically assaulting her in public, but in any case…”

“Wait, she went to that asshole’s party?” Ivar clenched his jaw, and Thora was startled when he left his glass on the counter very abruptly “Wow, she is stupid”

“Ivar…” Ubbe scolded him again “Leave her alone”

“Maybe Erik actually likes her” Hvitserk raised an eyebrow “He didn’t hurt her yet, did he?”

“Yet?” Thora widened her eyes.

“He doesn’t like her, he just wants to fuck her and she’s stupid enough to fall into his trap…”

“Enough, Ivar” Hvitserk interrupted him, sighing “If they are bored at that lame party tell them to come here, I’m sure Ivar would love it if he could have someone to argue with tonight”.

Ivar rolled his eyes again, and Thora smiled softly, just before her phone vibrated again.

Ingrid was calling. Immediately, her heart started beating faster. She would never call her knowing she was on a date, not unless something had happened.

She excused herself quickly, walking a few steps away from the brothers before picking up.

“Ingrid?”

“Thora” her friend gasped, almost like she just did a great effort “I need help”

“What?” she raised her voice softly, which made the boys look at her “What’s happening?”

“It’s Y/N… Look, I went upstairs looking for her because I couldn’t find her. and I didn’t see Erik either, so I went there to look for them because I had a bad feeling and… I think someone put something in her drink, she’s… Dizzy and when I found her she was leaving Erik’s bedroom, he was inside but he’s perfectly fine… I don’t know what to do, should I take her to the hospital?”

Thora froze. She left the glass on the counter as softly as she could and rubbed her eyes, probably ruining her makeup. She turned to look at Hvitserk and the panic in her eyes made him approach her with a worried frown, if she had looked at Ivar she would have seen him sitting up and looking at her with a frown.

“Y/N… She’s been drinking… Probably a spiked drink, she’s not okay I need to go there with Ingrid and take her to the hospital”

“Fuck” Hvitserk groaned “That fucking son of a bitch”

“Ingrid, I’ll be there as soon as I can, don’t leave her alone” Thora quickly locked her phone again and reached for her purse, still not knowing what to do.

“I knew it” Ivar looked furious, and then punched the wood under the counter that crackled under his fist “I’m gonna kill that fucking clown, I’m gonna…”

“Ivar” Ubbe grabbed his arm before he put whatever he had inside the pocket of his jacket out “Don’t fool around, go with Thora and Hvitserk if you want, I’ll wait here for you and I’ll call Helga, just bring her here, don’t start anything with Erik in his own house and with more people around, is that clear?”

Thora wasn’t sure Ivar had even heard him, as he was busy grabbing his crutch and taking his phone out to make a call.

“I… I can go alone, you guys don’t have to…”

“Are you kidding?” Hvitserk smiled softly at her “I wouldn’t leave my girl alone in a moment like this, now let’s go, we’ll go in my car”

Thora froze again, her face blushed and she bit her lip to hold back a smile.

“Did you just call me…?”

“Are you coming or what?” Ivar roared from the door, which startled her but also reminded her of the seriousness of the situation.

Ivar was already entering the car when they made their way outside. Hvitserk kissed Thora's temple before she climbed into one of the backseats as he made his way to the driver's seat. She could only hear Ivar's growls and heavy breathing for a few seconds, and she stared at him in shock. It was true that she always suspected Ivar having a crush on you, maybe being a bit jealous of Erik and enjoying his banter with you because you were the only one willing to throw some insults his way, but the way he had spoken to you during class -and how upset you were after it, according to Alfred- had made her think his crush wasn't that serious and that you had really gotten on his nerves. But his reaction in the kitchen when she had said what happened to you wasn't the reaction of someone who couldn't care less about what happened to you.

“Do... Do you know where Erik lives?" she asked, realising she hadn't even asked Ingrid when she had called.

“Yes, don't worry gorgeous" Hvitserk smiled at her through the rearview mirror “We've been there a couple of times"

“Okay" she took a deep breath, letting her head rest against the headrest.

It wasn't that far from the Lothbrok's house. They had been only ten minutes in the car when Hvitserk finally stopped the car in front of a house full of people, with multiple windows opened and music coming from the inside. The front door was opened and some people stood on the entrance smoking and drinking. It was only when she stepped out of the car when she spotted Ingrid.

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katsuwiki · 2 years

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Katsuki with sisters.

cw: oc's, Katsuki's a little aggressive for a second but then he's soft again.

I’m naming younger sister Tsukino because it means “of the moon”.

The older one Tsukimi because it means “Moon-viewing” and Mitsuki’s name means “beautiful moon”.

Katsuki’s name means “Win season” and Masaru’s name means “Victory”, so it just made sense.

Siblings are siblings, they fight, argue, etc. But I think Katsuki would have a relatively good relationship with his sisters.

We all know he takes after Mitsuki so maybe Tsukino takes after Masaru and Tsukimi is a mix of both (Gentle but also cocky and wants to be the best.) They are def impulse control siblings.

I think Tsukimi is definitely Mitsuki’s favourite because she’s the oldest and the older she got the more they related to each other. Tsukimi tells Mitsuki all the gossip and Mitsuki loves hearing it.

(I see Mitsuki as the type of mom that is always showing of her children’s achievements. So, when she comes across the other moms that like doing that, she’ll always tell them the gossip she heard about THEIR child.)

Maybe Tsukino gets along with their father more. They probably play board or card games together and watch the same shows. (Why do I feel like Masaru’s the type of dad that likes reality TV shows or dramas. Probably finds it so entertaining.)

Their personality’s definitely clash but they get along well for the most part. Tsukimi also tells Katsuki gossip too. Just walks into his room, sits on his bed and starts telling him the craziest stories.

Tsukino and Katsuki tease each other a lot, pulling the middle finger at each other when their parents aren't looking. (They also fight the most out of all of them.) But she also would ask him advise on what to do about the guy she likes. (Katsuki would tease her for a good minute before actually giving he advise.)

Maybe y/n’s one of Tsukimi’s younger friends (Around Katsuki’s age or younger.) that Katsuki has a huge crush on. You’re really close with Tsukimi so whenever there is a family gathering, she brings you along. You practically part of the family now and Tsukimi insists you are.

He finds you so unbelievably attractive and has a hard time hiding it. (You’re always teasing him.) Gets all nervous around you and Tsukimi always lectures him about staying away from you.

Maybe Tsukino had a school play or some sort of performance where she landed a big role. You and Tsukimi were helping her get ready, Tsukimi doing her hair while you did, her makeup and Bakugou couldn’t help but stare at you looking so focused.

He’s always stealing glances at you whenever the chance presents himself.

OR maybe you’re an older friend of Tsukino. You’re a terrible influence too, always getting her in trouble and making her do reckless things. Bakugou was fed up with you and your antics, Tsukino is constantly grounded and in detention.

She doesn’t normally act like this, she was honestly a teacher’s pet before you. Now she’s a whole new person. So, after finally convincing Tsukino to show him to you he walked up to planning to confront you. But the closer he got the more attractive you were.

Gorgeous even and he was out of words by the time you two were face to face. You were gossiping with some of the kids around, some even smoking. Before you noticed someone approaching you.

“What?”

This man walked up to you like he was planning to punch you but stopped short when he got close. He just stood there staring at you for a while before you noticed someone standing behind him.

“Tsukino?” On second thought they looked oddly similar, and it didn’t take you long to connect the dots.

“Is this your dad? Did you rat on me?”

A few of they other kids started giggling whispering the worst about her and all Tsukino could do was look away embarrassed.

“Katsuki let’s just go, it wasn’t worth it anyway.” She whispered pulling his arm.

“I thought we were friends Tsuki? Now you’re telling on me. I helped you.” You pout was so fake you weren’t even trying to pretend. You were making fun of her, and it was working the kids only laughed louder and embarrassed her more.

“You didn’t help her, you got her in trouble and now all the things she did are on her permanent record, and she’ll live with that forever.”

“And what are you gonna do about it old man?”

At this point Katsuki would have been boiling. He can’t believe you were still under the impression that he was Tsukino’s father. Did he look any sort of old to you? He’d probably want to attack you, if it weren’t for how attractive you looked talking to him.

You’re definitely younger than him, it was noticeable. You looked like you could be in Tsukino’s grade, freshly graduated? There must be a reason why you aren’t getting in trouble too.

It didn’t matter, you were a terrible person a bully even. Just like him when he was younger.

“Are you just gonna stand there? Don’t you have you wife and kids to go back to?” You really knew how to push someone’s buttons. Katsuki didn’t do too well with that, and he retaliated.

You shrieked in pain as he squeezed your wrist. “Say you’re sorry.” His tone was demanding and the longer you it took you to comply the tighter he’d squeeze your wrist.

“Let go of me” You screamed but it only made him squeeze tighter. At this point the other kids were retreating in fear leaving you all alone with Katsuki and a useless Tsukino. “Katsuki, stop!” Tsukino shrieked seeing your eyes water. You finally apologized in low whimpers, feeling your circulation cut off in you hand. And he let go.

Tears sung your eyes as the bruising on your wrist got darker. You held onto it in pain letting out a hiss when the pain you hand made contact. “Leave my sister alone from now on.” Katsuki muttered feeling a little bad when tears fell.

He signalled for Tsukino to go back to the car, and she hesitantly did. “Being a bully doesn’t get you anywhere.” He advised reaching his hand out to help you. You didn’t want his help though, he’d done enough.

“Fuck off.” Your voice was soft and shaky when you said it. Katsuki was really starting to feel bad, and he couldn’t bring himself to leave you there. “I’m sorry, okay? Let me help you.” He placed a light hand on you shoulder. When you finally looked up at him your eyes were soft and your cheeks tear stained.

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celebritieswithemmab · 5 months

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Shaq can't stop endorsing (seemingly) random things

So what's the pattern?

Like many people, I saw this picture on my social media feed a few years back. The haunting image has stuck with me ever since.

The first time I saw the viral X (formerly known as Twitter) image, I thought it was fake. I assumed it to be the product of Photoshop and nothing more. After all, why would Shaq, a retired professional basketball player, be endorsing a pregnancy test? It has been a long time since I speculated on Shaq's bizarre endorsement but with the birth of this blog, I've been eager to talk about this subject. Shaq's bizarre endorsements range from, yes, pregnancy tests, to executive office seating. None of them seem to make any more sense than the others. So what exactly has Shaq endorsed (it's a lot) and why does it make sense to endorse these brands?

The majority of the time, if a celebrity is going to endorse something, there is a good chance it will have to do with clothing, beauty, or wellness. As celebrities are seen as rare, exclusive, and special, very rarely do you see celebrities endorsing everyday items for the common parts of our lives. If a celebrity endorses an alcohol brand we may buy it for our parties, or wear their makeup when we go out, but the gap between the lives of celebrities and our own is vast. We both may wear shoes and work out, but that's where a lot of the similarities end. Celebrities make for excellent brand endorsers because they have spent their lives specializing in a certain career many people never have the chance to access. This allows them to be perceived to hold a very certain skill set (like how Kim Kardashian, an influencer and reality TV star known for her curvy figure, owns a shape wear brand now valued at over $4 billion). Brands can use the image of celebrities to ad a layer of credibility to their product or service. Shaq first earned his fame on the court, and is no stranger to endorsements for sneakers or basketballs. Yet since his retirement, he has branched out to other unrelated topics.

To start off, Shaq owns more than 150 car washes, 17 Auntie Annie franchises, nine Papa John's franchises (also appearing in their advertising), and has bought and sold enough Five Guy locations to amount to 10% of the entire company.

And those are just some of the franchises he has owned. When it comes to what Shaq has endorsed, the brands are even more plentiful.

Heres a few of my favorite Shaq brand endorsements:

Pregnancy test

Sleep apnea mask

Epson printer cartridges

Executive office chair

Shaq also owns the celebrity likeness of Elvis Presley, Marilyn Monroe, Muhammad Ali, David Beckham, and Julius Erving.

So how did Shaq become the celebrity that can seemingly endorse anything?

To understand that, you must first understand Shaq's personal brand. He appeals to men who are sports fans (specifically basketball). His audience is 75% male, and nearly half of these are aged 25-34. Shaq is brand-safe, and has faced little to no controversy throughout his career. He is incredibly recognizable. Standing at 7'1, it makes his likeness hard to miss (like in the above photo). His energy positions him as lively, youthful, and relatable. Despite his impressive investment portfolio valued at over $100 million, he still appears down-to-earth, and some of his band endorsements fuels this image (more on this later). These all appeal to his main demographic. Some things that stand out to male consumers are a good value proposition, logic, simplicity, and humor.

Imagine this: you are a male, 26 years old, and regularly keep up with sports. You're just beginning your corporate career in accounting and have big plans for your future. Your girlfriend just called you concerned that she missed her latest period. You work through your anxiety and head to the nearest corner store. Standing amongst pads, tampons, and pregnancy tests, you have no idea what to look for. You feel out of place, out of your element, and you can't stop spiraling about how your whole life could change. That's when you see the kind, familiar face of Shaquille O'Neal staring up at you from the box of a pregnancy test. You rejoyce in the presence of something known! Suddenly, the overwhelming array of products with their overwhelming array of promises doesn't seem innavigable anymore. The surprising and out-of-place endorsement is humorous and allows you, finally, to laugh. All of a sudden your serious situation turns silly and ironic. You quickly choose the Shaq pregnancy test, comforted by the knowledge that you get the gift of two free Shaq stickers with purchase.

The strange endorsements Shaq takes on allows the more mundane or scary parts of our lives to be turned into something of a comedy. We recognize the surprise of seeing Shaq, the 7'1 basketball star, endorsing an office chair, but when you're an office executive and your days are filled with excel files, something a bit unusual may be exactly what you need. Especially if your colleagues are sports fans, it would make an excellent conversation starter: I have Shaq's chair. A sleep apnea mask can become Shaq's sleep apnea mask. Your ice pack can become Shaq's ice pack. This means that these products are now seen as truthworthy, strong, long-lasting, valuable, and, most importantly, a bit funny.

#shaquille o'neal #shaq #marketing #endorsement #celebrities #icy hot #five guys #basketball #sports #entrepreneur #investment #celebrityblogger

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orhraa-yusu · 1 year

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Dylan mulvaney may be an annoying leftist celebrity to you, but to others- and women, specifically- he's the face of a cultural movement demanding you not believe the truth about biology or reality. It's not like BLM or race grifters, who can actually be argued with about policy or situations that have happened to people in the past- transgenderism as a movement (within the past ten to fifteen years or so) being used by the left is specifically demanding you accept that dylan mulvaney can talk about issues women face, it demands you accept he's a woman, and has always been a woman, it demands you to accept that the fucking creep can carry around tampons as if the guy gets periods, it demands you accept that the dude can be a spokesperson for women in the makeup industry, it demands the impossible- that people hide their eyes from the truth. he's not just an annoying leftist celebrity, he's the face of a movement that's actively attempting to erase reality, and people are getting tired of it. that's why they're pissed off. that's why theyre mad. you go through thousands of years of women being subjugated, used, abused, having no platform or voice, and after they finally get a leg up in the world and can stand shoulder to shoulder with a man, they have some creep with a woman fetish come in and demand that you believe his dick is a vagina, that no, actually, trans "women" can bleed, and have breasts, and birth children, and have a functionally different relationship to the rest of the world compared to a man. its false. its a falsehood. its a damn lie, and it's being shoved down your throats at every facet of your goddamn life. you want to be left alone, and now the creep is making ads for a shitty beer you drink because you can't afford anything else, you want to be left alone, but your daughter is beat by some dude at her swim meet who claims to be a chick, you want to be left alone, but now you have to legit worry if there are dudes out there who will use the transgender excuse to not rape your children in the bathroom. If the transgender movement kept to itself and left everyone alone, like they have done for years before this, no one would give a shit, but now that everyone in the movement is carrying the water and weight of the creeps who want to use transgenderism as an excuse to prey on women, to abuse women, to erase them, people have had enough. No one gave a shit if you were- to use an old term- a transvestite or a drag queen so long as you kept yourselves in your own cultural bubble. and now you're demanding the rest of the world (the new transgender movement) to tolerate everything you do. is it so shocking that people hate them more than the famous leftist and grifters? truly?

To answer your final question yes it's still shocking because other leftist movements with influencers and celebrities demand you alter your entire way of life, try to bring back segregation, and try to force you to get rid of things like your transportation or even encourage you to live without power for the sake of the environment.

I'm no lover of the shit that's gone on with the trans movement but that doesn't mean I wouldn't side-eye you ranting like this next to me irl because it's really not that unique of a thing compared to the other movements leftists have latched onto. Your particular hatred of it has warranted parts but it being worse is a bit of a lie depending on who you're asking—my childhood town was destroyed by BLM for example, I can never go back there, yet I'm the bad one for hating what it did to my entire childhood and life. To me, BLM is the worst thing that happened—but I understand that that's subjective, so I don't propose it as such because I can use my brain for 2 seconds.

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Boots I just saw your tags about the super hottie influencer/insta model type girls, and I just wanted to tell you that every time you have posted a selfie on here, I thought to myself ‘wow she is beautiful. I wish I looked like that. how cool to be talented AND pretty’ etc etc

I know external validation can only do so much about what we feel on the inside but I thought you should know that! whatever you do with your hair, you’re gonna look better than you realize <3

<3 thank you! I probably do try too hard to give off the illusion that i could fit in? But i also know i only post selfies here because tumblr is less demanding in 'quality' so to speak - we dont have to be perfect, and have the latest properly applied makeup style, its just a silly blog where the focus is on - well right now hockey (sorry) - but usually storytelling and characters.

I know these women aren't going to be friends with me, i do exist on a lower level than them, ive been put in my place often enough to finally be self aware of that. I mean im pretty sure the only reason the birthday guy is friends with me is because of our shared love of motorcycles and the fact that i can keep up with him in discussions of his virtual reality and programming projects. But i miss the places i existed in where that divide didnt seem so insurmountable. And i REALLY miss when that divide didnt feel so male/female. I dont think ive ever felt talented or pretty - the selfies are just wishdreams wanting to be someone else and i should probably take less of them :P

#Im really sorry i get awkward with compliments #Thank you for the vote of confidence!#I did decide to wash my hair and leave it down lol #To at least fit in a little bit even if my clothes will be all wrong

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bullshit-tqia · 7 days

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Male/female doesn't account for abusive behavior displayed by cis women including the high rates of domestic violence within the lesbian community. Cis women have been very violent and aggressive towards me. I remember a couple cis women tried to hit me for wearing makeup as a man (yes I'm a trans guy). I've tutored plenty of kids where the girls were more aggressive and confrontational than the boys.

I'm starting to think all of this is American bullshit. I've seen MUCH less infighting and radfem bs from the Hispanic trans community. At this point the difference between the Hispanic and American communities is like the difference between magical realism and absurdism. The male/female socialisation, the radfeminism, the baeddelism, the transandrophobia, etc. is so absurd because it's coming from people who view gender as being absurd as opposed to an abstract concept that influences our lives in the form of how we express our identity and how we relate to others.

You’re citing a flawed study, the belief that lesbian relationships are more likely to be abusive is a massive assumption. The statistic is simply whether someone has experienced domestic violence, but not whether if that violent relationship was a lesbian relationship or not. In reality the levels of abuse is congruent with the amount of abuse in heterosexual relationships. The idea that lesbian relationships are “more likely to be abusive” is right wing propaganda that you believed.

Anecdotes are anecdotes. You can’t seriously act like a few examples counteract studies that interview thousands of people and follow them throughout multiple years. That’s silly, and to a certain degree, arrogant.

It largely is “an American problem,” but you don’t understand how it is. In the US you’re going to have more liberal views on trans people and the country is more individualist in nature. This is the same in other western countries, where they’ve had an explosion in the amount of people identifying as trans.

Sure, you can say “well, left-handedness also grew exponentially,” but the fact of the matter is that well…being trans was solely seen as a medical condition for the longest time. A condition will drive someone to seek help for that condition. If being left-handed was seen as a condition, we would also see similar patterns before and after greater societal acceptance because it is a condition that occurs naturally.

And what’s even more ridiculous is that in some studies, around 9% of teens identify as transgender—which is higher than the rate of people who identify as gay! To assume that somehow being transgender is more common than being gay or intersex is so unfounded historically, you have to ask what other things could be causing this increase? At some point, it can be a social contagion—which is why it affects AFAB people so much more, because the patriarchy makes women very, very insecure.

As I put in my last post, the childhoods of transgender men, cishet women, and lesbians are very similar and are not distinct. Meaning that the lived experiences of transgender men aren’t that different from cishet women. If this is the case, a transgender man describing his life will be very relatable to cis women, leading them to believe that perhaps they are trans too. “How else can we feel such similar levels of humiliation about being feminine?”

I realized this when talking to my mother about being trans, as she told me the story of her second wedding, which she did only for my sister and I to have an example of “what love should be.” She HATED her wedding, she hated wearing the dress, she felt humiliated that everyone was looking at her, she wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear. She didn’t want to be caked up in makeup, she didn’t want her feet to hurt while wearing heels…she didn’t want to do any of the performance at all. It would be hard to say that somehow me and my mother are so completely different in how we feel. And science says we’re not.

The fact of the matter is…there is no difference between “non-binary” and gender non-conforming. Yet one identifies as trans and the other doesn’t. Although the fact that the majority of non-binary people transition (the requirement for being trans) and that all human beings on this planet are called by “they” pronouns once in awhile and that none of us 100% align with the ideal of what being a man or woman is. All of us differ from our culture’s understanding of being a man or woman, none of us are perfectly binary in personality or with our physical bodies. All of us are non-binary. To say you’re non-binary is to say that the gender binary actually exists…but it doesn’t. Gender is not the sexes. And even with the sexes there can be some variance between the two most common sexes. It really isn’t representative of reality at all to say that there is a gender binary. The idea of the binary differs from person to person.

My father, for example, thinks white cars are very feminine. This is not a societal trend. Many men drive white cars. It is just my father who sees them as driving a “car for girls” if they drive a white car. My father’s opinion on what makes something feminine or masculine has no impact on greater society. It’s just him who thinks that.

And like with what many trans people say, pronouns ≠ gender. But that logic should be applied to non-binary people as well. Sure, they use they/them pronouns…but pronouns don’t equal gender. Just because you use third person pronouns doesn’t mean you’re non-binary or trans. It’s crazy how inconsistent people are logically. If you don’t plan to transition or you are not transitioning, you are not trans. You are gender nonconforming at the most. You are cisgender.

In other cultures, like the Hispanic community, you’re going to have lower rates of people identifying as trans because transness still retains the idea of it being a condition, not an identity.

“As I suggested previously, the observed relationship between IDV and %NHS probably reflects the combined operation of at least two distinct factors. First, non-homosexual persons probably constitute larger apparent percentages of MtF transsexuals [lesbian trans women] and gender gender dysphoric persons in more individualist societies because these societies place a higher value on individual self-expression (including cross-gender expression), despite the possible socially disruptive consequences of gender transition in men who are typically middle-aged, are often married, and have usually pursued traditionally masculine occupations. Second, homosexual persons probably constitute larger apparent percentages of MtF transsexuals [heterosexual trans women] and gender dysphoric persons in less individualistic (or collectivistic) societies because these societies place a higher value on inclusion and often provide socially approved transgender roles for pervasively feminine, androphilic gender dysphoric men.”

Anne Lawerence, 2010

Per scientific study…a lot of our community are simply cross dressers or gender nonconforming people…

This is why in more collectivist cultures, you aren’t going to find these arguments, because they focus more on social cohesion rather than individualistic expression. High rates of individualism in certain societies cause people to put their own experiences before others, making them less willing to “compromise” with greater society. That’s how we have these arguments, there are so many conflicting experiences and ideas that are held equally as important.

But this idea that “nothing can really be true” and “everything contradicts” is in of itself not true. Logical reasoning and scientific predictability is the truth. Scientists scan statistical responses and make sure you’re not being dishonest and account for the fact that your own interpretation of yourself may be wrong. Which in of itself is a very scary thought to many trans people, who are wholly convinced in their identity.

But this is something that I’ve at least recognized in myself since I was very young and just starting to explore my identity, that I may be wrong about me being trans, and that I shouldn’t bury the doubts I have in my identity and rather I should explore those doubts to make sure I’m making the right decision. I often go back and meditate on this thought and I sift through all the jumbled justifications for my transitioning and try to see just how my body feels in response to the idea of detransitioning. I clench up, I feel discontent, my stomach flips, I detest it. Then I think about continuing my transition and I feel okay. No stomach flipping, I’m relaxed and content.

I never bury my doubts or try to justify my lack of thinking with “well, only someone who really is trans would have these doubts,” because it’s not impossible that someone who isn’t trans would doubt whether they should transition. How do you think we get detransitioners? They began their own journey by doubting what they were doing. It is very possible you are lying to yourself…that you aren’t thinking, that you have never been sure…and if this thought scares you, it should. Because you should be 100% sure whether you actually want to go down this path or not.

Here’s a good segment from an article by Kay Brown, a transgender researcher focused on the science of being trans:

“Question: Are gender identity trajectories and changes in youth-reported gender identity associated with depressive symptoms over time?

Findings: In this cohort study involving 366 sexual and/or gender minority youths (aged 15-21 years), 1 in 5 (18.2%) reported a different gender identity over time. Youths transitioning to a transgender or gender diverse identity reported higher levels of depressive symptoms at baseline; depressive symptoms disparities were explained by exposure to lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender violence, but frequency of gender identity variability was not associated with the level or changes in depressive symptoms.

Meaning: In this study, changes in gender identity were not associated with depressive symptoms, suggesting that gender identity exploration is a normal part of adolescent development for some youths.

Note the deliberate conflation of ‘transgender’ and ‘gender diverse.’

Let’s examine the paper and its data. While having data is always good in some respects, the conflation of gender dysphoric subjects with non-gender-dysphoric ones limits the utility. Further, the lack of important data makes interpretation and fitting it together with previous studies difficult, reducing its utility to the general study of gender dysphoria. Missing from the data are the subjects sexual orientation and if they have actually socially transitioned in any real sense. (After all, suggesting that one is ‘detrans’ would require that they had in fact ‘transitioned’) In Table 1. they list a number of data.

The subjects are grouped into four categories, ‘cis’ (non-trans), always trans/gender diverse (TGD), became TGD, and stopped being TGD (‘desist’/‘detrans’). Looking at the data, knowing that they have conflated gender dysphoric subjects with non-gender dysphoric (transtrenders/non-binary) subjects, can we still gain any data beyond the authors well meaning, but harmful hypothesis? Interestingly, yes, a little, from the text of the paper,

‘While 20 of 32 participants (62.5%) in the TGD group reported hormone use, only 6 of 28 participants (21.4%) in the cisgender to TGD group, and 1 of 32 participants (3.1%) in the TGD to cisgender group had used hormones. Use of puberty blockers was reported by 12 of the 92 participants who identified as noncisgender (ie, binary transgender or genderqueer and nonbinary) during the study; the majority were from the TGD group.’

Diving a bit deeper into a break out of the groups into ‘cis,’ ‘binary trans,’ and non-binary in this graph, we can get a better picture of what is going on.

“Thus, we can see that the three groups may in fact be somewhat correlated with more generally understood and recognized groups, specifically, the TGD group looks to be mostly HSTS/Early-Onset, the ‘cis to TGD’ is likely adolescent onset AGP/AAP mixed with a growing number of “non-binary” TransTrenders, while the TGD to cis group is likely TransTrenders/Tucutes vacilating in their self-declared identies to become ‘desist’/‘detrans.’ Note that the TGD-to-cis group was roughly twice as many female subjects as male, very much in keeping with earlier documentation that “non-binary”, etc. is primarily a female phenomena. The other two groups are roughly equally male and female. Note that the ‘binary transgender’ in the TGD category is stable and the same percentage as the number that is on HRT. From this, we can deduce that the majority of those who are transitioning and obtaining puberty blockers and HRT as teens are HSTS and not AGP/AAP.

While I can’t fault the authors intentions of showing that transsexuals are not mentally ill. I do castigate them for failing to differentiate actual gender dysphoric teens from the social hangers on, the LARPers, who pretend to be. Instruments that fail to explore and use the actual DSM-V criteria are actively harming transsexuals, giving the false impression that teens with gender dysphoria will desist/detrans with time.

No they won’t.”

Kay Brown, “Well Meaning Researchers Are Hurting Hurting Transsexual Medical Access”

Gonzales Real A, Lobato MIR, Russell ST. Trajectories of Gender Identity and Depressive Symptoms in Youths. JAMA Netw Open. 2024;7(5):e2411322. doi:10.1001jamanetworkopen.2024.11322

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