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sweet-as-an-angel · 9 months

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Professor Miguel O’Hara x Reader Headcanons

Warnings: University Professor Miguel, Implications of Smut, Age Gap, Secret Relationship, Teacher’s Pet Reader, Academic Manipulation, Coercion, Abuse of Power, Miguel Abusing his Spider Abilities for Nefarious Purposes, Slight Yandere Miguel, Implied Obsession, Minor Spoilers for Miguel’s Backstory, Extra Yandere Headcanons, Forced Kissing, No Pronouns Used for Reader Except ‘You’.

Miguel knows it’s wrong to want you in the way he does. You’re his best and brightest student, after all — his magnum opus: his academic pride and joy.

Problem is, that appreciation for your work ethic and your eagerness to take heavy loads of work (and eventually heavy loads of other things) charmed him. Sure, he could label you asa kiss-ass, a teacher’s pet, a sycophant, but ever since the first day he met you, he can’t help but feel your concern for him is genuine.

You always ask him how he’s doing. Every class, without fail, you stop off at his desk on your way to your seat and ask: “How are you doing today, Mr. O’Hara?” Followed by questioning some inane, specific detail he told you off-handedly a day or week prior.

You always remembered the little details. Something even Miguel finds trouble with doing; what, with his extracurricular activities as Nueva York’s one and only Spiderman.

The fact that you’re kind to him, a luxury Miguel had long since lost along with his family, strikes a chord with him.

He’s not sure when his platonic appreciation of such a hard-working student turned to something more — a rogue daydream into the lewd — but once he started, he couldn’t get enough.

Something about your unspoken submission to him – your, dare he say, desire to perform just for him, led his mind and his morals astray, left much room for interpretation and experimentation.

Choosing to believe you liked him — like-liked him — made a brand of pride bubble in his chest that he couldn’t abandon, couldn’t find a potent enough alternative to.

He starts shamelessly, yet restrainedly, flirting with you. In his own way, of course.

“I loved your paper on the configuration of water molecules and their behaviour when observed; very enlightening stuff.”

The way your face would light up, your eyes crinkling while a small, almost relieved laugh escaped you, made his chest flutter.

He thought it was pride. How little he knows for a science professor.

Eventually, this escalated into him asking you to do things for him he “Wouldn’t ordinarily ask a student to do.”

He smiles at you, eyes deceptively kind behind his slender glasses, as he watches you so intently listen, hear, for his commands.

He wonders what other things you’d do — how far you’d really go, stretch yourself (as he hopes you’d let him) — for a good grade and a positive impression.

He has a secret weapon that he knows will work on you, regardless of how momentous the task.

“I’m trusting you because you’re my favourite student.”

There it is. The activation phrase. Your heart rate quickens, your pupils blow wide and he can feel, hear, the blood rush to your cheeks as his confession settles in.

He can expect whatever it is he’s asked you to do to be complete before the time he’s set for you to do it. And all because of your eagerness to prove that you’re worthy of such a title as ‘favourite’. His favourite.

Truly, though, you are his favourite.

He feels his heart prick and his eyes search for you whenever the door to the lecture hall opens.

Only once were you unable to come to class, rendered bed-ridden by the flu, and Miguel’s heart sank.

He thought at first it was because he didn’t have your adoring eyes following him, trailing his every movement, stroking off his ego with how furiously you’d type on your laptop, take everything he said and burn it into your memory with laser-life efficiency.

But, as the lecture drew to a close, Miguel felt…concerned about you. Your well-being.

A dangerous emotion.

He cared about you. More than just an academic plaything, a task donkey; he wanted to visit you, to care for you. In ways he knew only he was capable of.

During his surveillance of the city that night, he paid you a visit as Spiderman.

Nothing so overt as to make himself known to you; rather a sideline visit as he watched you through your bedroom window.

Truly, your physical state reflected how monumental your illness was; you lay in bed, unaware of the world around you as you slept, nose tip red and eyes ringed.

He wanted to come in, to tuck you back under the blankets you’d thrashed yourself free from, to check your temperature, to be with you.

He leaves, hand coming up to the glass, wishing to breach it — and all the rules — to see you.

But alas, the next time he sees you is in class a few days later when you’re fully recovered.

As you sidle into your seat, lecture hall (uncharacteristically) devoid of Miguel, your friends lean in to tell you all that you missed.

Though, to your surprise, it’s not academic material they’re covering.

“He kept looking over here while you were gone,” came one friend, smiling. Knowing.

“Yeah,” chimes another, leaning in even closer. “And he didn’t sound like he usually does — he sounded…” They look for the right word, term, eyes sliding upwards as if the answer lay heavenward.

The cogs click, they look at you, pointing.

“Disheartened!”

Of course, your friends knew of your admiration for Miguel, often construing it as romantic attraction, but their jibes never went past a joke – purely satirical. After all, practically every student fancied Miguel.

But, that was the first indication you’d seen that Miguel didn’t just view you as another of his students. Though, you hadn’t seen the other warning signs.

Not that youd knwo this prior to dating him, but Miguel gets unbelievably hard when you call him ‘Mr. O’Hara’. Or, even better, ‘Sir’.

Something about the way you look up at him beneath your lashes, eyes filled with the desire to please him, to get on his good side and undertake any task he set for you, was akin to him having full control over you — academic and otherwise.

It just reminds him of how much power he has over you; for the first time, he feels that he has control over the elements and objects around him — an agent of fate rather than being a subject of it.

That, coupled with his secret identity as Spider Man, sends him on a power trip that often leads him to relieving himself of his growing burden in the privacy of his own four walls, your name laced between the groaning, the panting, the moaning; the only comprehensible instrument in his orchestra.

And, when you eventually start dating, he takes his frustrations out on you.

He makes low, raspy threats when he wants something.

“I’ll lower your grade,” he says, sliding his belt from the loops of his trousers.

The blood draining from your face, your widened stare, your mouth dropping open, make his pants feel tight. Tighter. Goosebumps erupt across his skin.

“Or,” he offers, folding the belt and holding it by the ends. He slaps the belt’s body against itself, sending a crack through the room. You flinch.

“You can be a good little student and earn your grade.”

‘Earning’ often ends with you panting and red and wet, while Miguel watches you between half-lidded, reddened eyes, contact lenses long abandoned, his true nature no longer an enigma to you.

Unfortunately for you.

Extra Yandere Headcanons:

Once you discover Miguel’s true identity, both as Spiderman and a monster, you can never leave.

And not just because you’d be endangering both yourself and him if you ever told anyone.

Miguel, quite simply, cannot live without you. And the thought that you would try to escape him is, despite his intelligence, baffling.

His delusion has blinded him, made him privy only to any positive opinion of him you may have, ignoring your reservations. Invalidating them.

If you ever do make the mistake of trying to leave, Miguel knows he cannot let you have the chance of making it again.

“Can’t risk you getting out, Darling,” he says, placing the finishing knots on the threads of his neon web, keeping your arms constricted behind your back. It’s nigh-impossible to breathe; the likelihood of you breaking your ribs against the pull of the web a certainty rather than you managing to burst it open with any manoeuvre.

He kneels before you, taking your cheek in his hand.

With fleeting defiance, you pull yourself from his grasp, only to see him bear his teeth, fangs and all, and growl. His hands snake about your cheek, your throat, and pull you to him.

“No-one will ever love you like I do,” he rasps. Before you can anticipate, his lips are on yours, parted, tongue lapping at the inside of your mouth. You squeeze your eyes shut, knowing better than to bite him.

His iron grip on your wrists from last time still haven’t healed.

You daren’t close your eyes for fear that doing so will leave you any more vulnerable than you already are.

Only when he’s breathless does he pull back, eyes half-lidded and gleaming. You can tell he’s angling for something more in the way his hand drops to your shoulder, his eyes sweeping across your collarbones.

But, luckily for you, the two of you know he can’t indulge in you just yet. Not while he has you bound in his basement and a class of students awaiting his arrival.

“I’ll be back for you later,” he says, still panting, forehead pressed to yours. His smile, once pointed and serpentine, is incongruously soft compared to the current circumstances. His lips gentle as he presses a kiss to your forehead. His eyes shimmer with a tenderness that often overtook him in moments of great need – of great “love”, as he’d characterise it.

With a tight, embrace, he parts from you. His shirt is an almost blinding white against the light pouring in from the hallway, the basement door now wide open. He retrieves his glasses from his breast pocket, slips them on. His eyes are unreadable, coloured brown with contact lenses which seemed to conceal his inhumanity from all except you.

“Sit tight, Sweetie,” he tells you. And you are plunged once again into darkness with only the dim glow of his web to accompany you.

And, just like the good, obedient student you are, you obey. For you have no other choice.

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greatestrival · 15 days

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Yuki Tsunoda: 10 Things I Love for GP RACING MAGAZINE APRIL 2024 ISSUE

scanned by me (please credit if you repost lmao these took so loooong)

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10 THINGS I LOVE

RB's Japanese racer on his love of saunas, good coffee and - well, food, of course

Fashion

I like fashion. I like to choose my outfit according to my mood or where I'm going. And I like to show my colours, if you like. In short, it feels good to look good.

Food

There's no particular cuisine I like, but for me a good meal is a kind of tool to reduce stress and feel happier. It doesn't matter what kind of food it is - if it's good, I enjoy it, whether it's tacos or sushi. I really like pasta. When I'm in Italy that's what I usually eat. But it's important for me, wherever we go, to find a good restaurant so I can enjoy the food. Because in a way, as strange as it may sound, it gives me the same feeling as driving a Formula 1 car. When I drive, I just concentrate on that. It's not that I don't think - of course I do, especially during the race - but when it comes to driving, it's more about the senses than thoughts. When I'm driving I don't think about anything else. And it's almost the same with food. You just enjoy the taste and flavour - and I really like that!

Nature

We travel a lot and are surrounded by electronics and computers, Laptops, telemetry, data is our world - and sometimes it's just too much. So I like to get away from it all, to go hiking, for example, or just get out into nature and experience a different environment to Formula 1.

Jason Statham

Definitely my favourite actor, especially after meeting him in Abu Dhabi last year. I've always liked his films and Transporter is my favourite - but sometimes when you meet your hero and get to know the person better, you can be disappointed, can't you? It wasn't like that with Jason. He is such a great guy, really nice, talkative, very respectful and really, really strong! He's got everything you need. He's strong, he looks cool, he's bald. I might go bald in the future to look more like him...

Singing

I'm not the one who sings in the shower, but I do sing in the car. I just feel like it, to feel the rhythm, to have fun. And when I'm singing, I feel like a real singer.

Saunas

It's something I like to use to reset. 20 minutes in the sauna, then a cold shower and lying down - at that moment I feel like I'm in space. And it is an incredible feeling. It feels like your body is resetting itself. It feels like all the stress I have, it just comes out with the sweat, so after the sauna I feel fresh. Like a brand new me. It's funny, I didn't really like it before, but my friends kept telling me how great it was. So one day I just decided to give it another try and finally understood what they were talking about. Now it's one of my favourite things to do: just go to the sauna and relax.

Coffee

I have a good coffee machine at home. I like to grind coffee beans in the morning and make myself a good cup of coffee. Good coffee makes my day.

Wine

I don't drink alcohol very often, to be honest. And I'm not a guy who knows a lot about wine, about different types and varieties of wine. I'm not an expert, if you like. But it's nice to have a glass of wine with good food. It helps you enjoy it even more

Apex Legends

I used to play a lot more when I moved to Europe from Japan - and Apex Legends was my favourite game. I don't play as much now, but during my junior career it was a way to keep in touch with my friends in Japan because we were so far apart. Of course you can call and chat, but doing something together, playing and talking at the same time, is a lot more fun.

Football

I sometimes play football with the mechanics, engineers and other guys from the team in Faenza. And I love it. Because first of all I like the game itself, but then it's also good to hang out with the guys from the team - especially considering that it's usually the guys who don't go to races and stay at the factory, so it's also a good opportunity to bond with them.

#phew! my first time doing something like this hope it's good lol #my work #my scans #yuki tsunoda #vcarb #rb racing #yt22 #formula 1 #f1 #for my friends who enjoy him here's for you #also for bella for egging me on #角田裕毅 #tsunoda yuki

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lolasimms · 11 months

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Hiii Lola how you've been? Hope you're alright, sweetie, sending love to ya! ♡

I was thinking the other day about modern!abby being outside doing some stuff and immediately sees like a plushie or something that she knows reader would love so she buys it and she is like "I thought about you when I saw this so I bought it, you like it?" Looking at reader with her pretty eyes and a tiny pout on her lips but when reader almost scream of joy she smiles and looks at her all full of love! 💌🧸

– saia ୨୧

Strawberry Shortcake - Abby x reader

Hey Saia, I’m sorry it took so long for me to get to your ask. Thank you for it though <3

Throughout your relationship both you and Abby made it a habit to spontaneously gift each other. It started off when you’d both confessed that one of your many love languages was gift giving, so when you realised she would like your gifting and she vice versa, you both went ham. Though Abby always felt self conscious in the things she’d choose to buy, partly due to her partners in the past always finding her gifts “too considerate” or “too practical.”

You however always loved that whenever Abby bought you something it was straight from the heart. She was never one to buy an item for you simply because of the brand name or the price, she prided herself on knowing you, knowing what you liked. Abby was always considerate, that was evident in all she did for you.

Today like any other, Abby had finished up a few classes and then headed to the store to run some errands. The store cart was filled with vegetables, fruit, a selection of yoghurts, your favourite spreads, rustic loaves and a little bottle of wine. Once she was satisfied, she’d crossed out the items she’d already gotten before heading to the hygiene isle to get the last items on her list. She was a very precise shopper, the kind who had a list and always made sure to stick to it. Unless of-course, she saw something that you might like.

So when she mistakenly took the wrong turn into the toys and plushies isle, her attention was immediately diverted when she spotted a strawberry shortcake plushie that just screamed you. All thoughts of going off the list were thrown out the window when she imagined the look on your face when you see the plushie of your favourite cartoon character. The one that you’d told her so much about. She even remembers the time you’d excitedly made her watch a few episodes when you found out it had gone to streaming.

She grabbed the soft plushie taking in its bright red hair, rosy cheeks, scattered freckles. She was cute and sweet, just like you her little strawberry. Once she’d gotten home she felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness bubbling within her stomach. She was sure you’d love it, but she always had the tendency to second guess herself.

“I’m back!” She calls out, placing the crotchet grocery bag you’d made for the house, on the kitchen island before moving into the living area to find you.

“Hey baby.” You smile, lying on the couch with your laptop across your legs. You shut it, before making your way over to her. Her arms are suspiciously folded behind her back, but you ignore that and wrap your arms around her neck.

“I might’ve gotten you something.” She gives you that cute shy smile she always does when she’s done something sweet.

“Abby, you know you don’t have to always get me stuff whenever you leave the house!” You squeak, pinching her reddening cheeks and then kissing them.

“I know, but I wanted to. I really think you’ll like it.” She removes her hands from behind her back to reveal the plush and immediately you let out an ear piercing squeal.

“Abby!!!! It’s…”

“Strawberry Shortcake.” “STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE.” You both say in unison, yours coming out as more of a scream compared to her calm tone. She’s looking at your face as you take in the plush, just admiring it and she’s so fucking happy that you love it.

“She’s my favourite, I love it sooo much baby!” You’re holding the plush to your chest, jumping up and down and she’s just admiring how sweet and cute you are. Her little strawberry.

C’est inspiré par mon préféré dessin animé Charlotte aux fraise <333333

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another-lost-mc · 1 year

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Player Two LEVIATHAN x gn!Reader 1.7k words | NSFW | Yandere-ish | Developing Relationship Content Warnings: Manipulative and possessive thoughts/behaviour, some suggestive thoughts towards the end. obey me! masterlist

When you arrive in the Devildom and try to get to know him, Leviathan's immediately suspicious of you and even more skeptical of your bold declarations. He has a hard time believing you really like gaming. He assumes you’re just trying to sound like you do to get close to him, for some foolish reason.

He hates to admit how much more interesting you are when you manage to actually convince him that it's a genuine hobby of yours.

When Levi shows you his room, you're amazed and he feels a sense of pride, like his hobbies are validated by someone that understands him. He pretends not to stare at you while you slowly browse the shelves of games and collectibles in his room.

You notice he plays a Devildom MMO game, and you're instantly curious about it. Levi didn’t think you’d be into those types of games - they require a lot of time and effort.

He thinks that maybe, just maybe, you’re not such a boring normie human after all.

You ask him if you can watch him play the game, and you point out similarities and differences when you compare it to the human world MMO you played before.

When you're both called to dinner, it interrupts your conversation about Levi's guild. You tell him funny stories from your previous gaming guild, and he's finally convinced that your interest is legit.

Levi decides to do something nice to help you out - a test to see how serious you really are. He won't give you another chance if you blow this one.

He might happen to have a spare laptop you can use, and he offers to lend it to you. If the game is already installed and ready to play, Levi's just trying to be nice and do the boring installation stuff for you. And if Levi sends you a Recruit-A-Friend invitation to set up your own account, it's because he gets perks from it - he really doesn't care if you play or not.

Levi even goes as far as adding his payment info to your new account to pay the subscription fee. He doesn't have the patience to wait for you to borrow someone else's credit card. "You can pay me back later,” he tells you, even though he has no intention of ever asking for the money back.

You might know how to play an MMO, but he believes he's still got loads to show you about this one. His desk is a bit cramped, and it’s inconvenient dragging the laptop back and forth between your room and his.

He offers to lend you a spare headset - one that’s brand new and still in its packaging from today's Akuzon delivery - so you can use voice comms together, and he can stream his screen to yours while he talks to you directly. Isn't that convenient?

He's already set up a private voice comms server just for the two of you - don't tell his brothers about it though, okay? It's only for the two of you.

When Levi creates a new character to play with yours, he says it's easier than trying to show you things on his maxed-out character.

He chooses to level a tank class to protect your squishy glass cannon character, and he reminds you that he's doing you a favour and saving you from so many unnecessary deaths. If he happens to show off along the way, who could blame him? He's really good at this game, and if you try hard enough, maybe you can be too.

He raids the game's most difficult content with his guild at night. For some reason, he really wants you to watch him play. He doesn't want you to level your character without him, either. (He won't ask you not to, but he secretly hopes you don't.)

You mention that one of his guildmates, someone that doesn't raid, offered to play some low level dungeons with you while Levi's busy. For some reason that upsets him, but he doesn't know why.

Levi's half-focused on his raid while he occasionally checks your character status. He absolutely does not keep track of how long you're in the same dungeon as his guildmate. And he definitely isn't checking whether you're in a separate voice channel together.

By the time his raid is over, you've already sent him a message wishing him good luck and goodnight. He's a bit disappointed that you went to bed so early (even though its well past midnight).

He sees another message from before that, when you told him about a cute pet you found in the game (it's a reward anyone can get from doing a simple quest, it shouldn't be that exciting). You mention offhand that you like collecting pets and you might try to find some more tomorrow.

Levi acts like it's not a big deal when you log in and discover he's sent your character dozens of new pets for your collection. He shrugs and claims he had duplicates that he had no use for. (They weren't, he bought them all specially for you, but he won't admit it.)

By the time you hit max level with your character, Levi's bought you expensive crafted gear and he's planning on getting you the other items you need so you can try raiding with him his guild.

Sometimes he thinks of your character as his own virtual Henry - and spending so much time together means he starts to think about you as his Henry outside the game, too.

What Levi doesn't realize is how genuinely happy you are that he's given you a chance. He was so defensive and secretive about his hobbies, and you hoped having a shared common interest would make it easier for you to make friends in this strange place.

You wanted to prove that unlike his brothers, you understand why gaming and anime gives him so much joy. You don't think it's a waste of time or money, and you can appreciate the hard work he puts into those hobbies even if no one else does.

And you knew he was skeptical of you at first, but things are so much different now. He's not calling you a stupid wannabe human otaku anymore, and he encourages you and helps you like a friend would.

You used to ask Levi if he wanted to play with you - but now, he's asking if you want to play with him, and you know that means he likes you, in his own way.

Sure, it might be weird playing a game with someone in different rooms of the same house, using voice comms to talk to each to each other because it's easier than typing everything. It's definitely easier than having to drag your laptop around, and that's what he tells his brothers when they comment about how weird it is living with two nerds instead of one.

One thing you notice about Levi is that he's more confident behind his screen. He doesn't stutter or get shy the way he does if you try to talk to him in person, but you're socially awkward sometimes too so it doesn't bother you.

The truth is, he notices that you're more talkative over voice comms with him too. You're not afraid to ask him silly noob questions anymore, and he doesn't call you a noob now even if you do.

Levi realizes that there's something very intimate about having your voice in his ear when you're on comms together. It makes him feel things because this is something you only do with him and not with his brothers.

You're friendly with his brothers, sure - but you never sound this happy except when you're spending time with Levi. It's not even limited to gaming anymore - you get excited talking about the new anime series he invites you to watch with him, or the manga you ask to borrow.

When you mention you like to read, he lends you his copies of the TSL novels. If there's other books or movies you want, he buys them for you so you don't have to ask his brothers for anything.

He thinks that he's the only one to see your true, authentic self. He likes you now, and he doesn't want to share.

The first night you join him for a guild raid, Levi notices that you're not nearly as talkative with the larger group of players present. When you do speak, you're so quiet. He hasn't heard you sound this small since you first arrived in the Devildom.

When you're alone again after the guild raid ends, you thank him for inviting you and tell him how much fun it was. You sound more like yourself again, and even though Levi didn't expect you to be so shy around his friends - well, part of him likes keeping this version of you for himself.

He can't help feeling just a bit selfish. He likes the way you laugh openly at his jokes or the way you tease him (or yourself). When you're gaming together, you gasp loudly if something surprises you, or you groan if you do something silly that gets one of you (or both of you) killed. Normally those types of things would annoy him, but with you, it's fun.

Your relationship with Levi changes, and grows, and maybe you underestimate how much of an impact you've had on him. You don't mention when things between you start to shift towards something more than friends, and neither does he.

His brothers know there's something going on between you. You blow off their invitations if it interferes with plans you already have with Levi. They start to make subtle hints and jokes about Levi and you and dating, and Levi scoffs loudly and slams the door when he stalks off to his room.

You're not dating him, you're just friends. Sometimes he thinks about you in ways that aren't strictly platonic, but his denial still runs deep.

So what if Levi starts recording your conversations so he can listen to your voice when he has trouble sleeping? He doesn't feel bad because it's not hurting anyone.

When you play together late at night, your voice is softer, quieter and breathier. Maybe you're just trying to be considerate of everyone in the house trying to sleep, but the reason doesn't matter. It's like you're whispering in his ear and it sends his mind spiraling.

When he gets hard listening to the sound of your voice telling him how amazing he is, or how lucky you are that you met him, it doesn't mean anything.

It's a harmless little secret. You're his friend, his Henry.

You might not realize it, and he might not admit it, but you've lured him in - and he won't let you go.

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ugh-yoongi · 1 year

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fic where yoongi says exactly what he means all the time (ie - i have a massive crush on you) and reader thinks “no one is that direct” and doesn’t believe anything he says because i love miscommunication in fics but YOONGI SURE AS SHIT DOESNT

you know why

hello my beloved birthday-having friend <3 hope you enjoy.

fun fact: this is the yoongi bee dressed up as the night she got drunk as fuck and spent an hour doing a powerpoint presentation on bts kinks. don't we love that for her :)

direct

pairing: yoongi x gn!reader genre: college au, strangers to friends to lovers; fluff warnings: yoongi is an implied fuckboy, brief mention of blood, very direct communication, cigarettes, swearing, a kiss. rating: e for everyone wordcount: 700

You meet Min Yoongi in your chemistry lab.

You meet Min Yoongi when he’s half asleep and wearing a permanent scowl. Looks like he’s just rolled out of bed, and you sneak a glance at his shoes to confirm. Yeah, two different ones, just as you’d suspected. You’ve met this brand of academically-declined fuckboy before and it’s never ended well for you, so you breathe out a sigh of relief when he ducks into a row towards the back.

Then your instructor tells you to pair off, that whoever you choose is who you’ll be stuck with for the rest of the semester, and no one else must want to work with Min Yoongi, either, because he’s the only person left. He blinks half-lidded eyes at you—slowly, like a cat—and says, “Fine by me. You’re who I wanted to partner with, anyway.”

And you scoff. Min Yoongi didn’t even bother to buy the textbook, and you’re at your seat with an arrangement of notecards and highlighters and a stack of notes you’d taken over the weekend just because you were bored and wanted to get a head start. “Yeah, I’m sure I was.”

You’re dumb enough to refer to Min Yoongi as a friend five months later.

It’s a Friday night. Your roommate is god-knows-where, probably getting railed within an inch of their life at some party. Good for them. At least someone around here is taking advantage of their college years instead of wasting away on a threadbare thrift shop couch, a magical girl anime playing on your laptop; the one you watch only when you’re alone, because it’s too embarrassing otherwise.

Then there’s a knock at the door.

Min Yoongi is on the other side with a black eye and a busted lip. Refuses to meet your eye. Says, “I didn’t know where else to go,” even though he’s got a posse that’d put small armies to shame.

You roll your eyes. “You don’t need to bullshit me to get my attention.”

He smiles at that. “Why do you always think I’m bullshitting you?”

“Because you’re a sewer king, Min Yoongi.” Then you sigh, because couldn’t Yoongi have pulled this stunt when you were showered and wearing clean clothes? “Fine, get in here. But I’m not doing this shit again.”

Yoongi always smells like smoke and petrichor and trouble, and it’s the same when he breezes past you this time, too. “Thanks, doll. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

This fucking guy, you think. “Yeah,” you intone, “what are friends for, huh?”

You become absolutely certain that Min Yoongi is full of shit two years later.

“You’re full of shit,” you tell him, watching as he flicks the ashes of his cigarette onto the hood of his beat-to-hell car.

“Don’t you think this is getting a little old?”

“Don’t you think you’re too old to act like this?”

“Who’s acting?” Sticks the cigarette between his lips and takes a drag. Blows the smoke out, waves it away from you.

“You are,” you insist. “No one on earth is this honest. Especially not you. Especially not about something like this.”

Yoongi groans. Tosses the butt onto the pavement and stomps on it. “You want me to prove it?”

You curse the way your heartbeat hastens. How embarrassing that you’re falling for this. That all Yoongi has to do is sell you some kinda line about being in love with you for all your good sense to crumble at your feet. “You’re not in love with me,” you argue. More like you insist.

“Says who?” he fires back, inching closer. Smells like smoke again—nicotine and a desperate kind of hope and bad ideas that might not be all that bad. “Says you, who doesn’t believe a fucking thing I say?”

“That’s not—”

He stands between your spread things. Places two fingers beneath your chin and forces you to look at him. “I’ve never lied to you, doll. Not once.”

“Bullshit,” you answer, your voice diminished to a pathetic hush, but there’s no heat in it. “Fine. Prove it, then.”

You become absolutely certain that you don’t know a goddamn thing when Min Yoongi presses his lips to yours.

#beeday drabbles #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #yoongi imagine #yoongi fluff #yoongi drabble #yoongi fanfic #bts x reader #bts x you #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts fanfic #bts drabble #jewel answers #jewel writes

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landinrris · 3 months

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I wonder if before uploading the shirtless pic of Martin Lando texted him saying that he will do it or he didn’t without Martin knowing

The real answer: given how particular they each are with the types of photos that go up, I'm sure there was some kind of communication.

The in-my-head answer: it happened like this (where it decidedly didn't involve texting):

Martin's lingering in London following the Afrojack show from the other night because Lando's there, and he doesn't have to be anywhere for a few days. Why not soak up the last few days of their respective breaks? They're in bed this morning, each scrolling as they often do with minimal talking. Martin comes across Lando's comment on Max's photos in Amsterdam with the caption 'Amsterdam.jpg'. He lets out a little laugh, drawing Lando's attention away from his own screen. "What?" "What are you afraid Max is going to do?" Martin responds, showing Lando the comment he would likely remember writing. Lando scoffs. "Stealing my brand, obviously. Bad enough Danny copied me."

"Is it really your brand if you don't use it?" Martin pokes because it's true. He hasn't posted on his jpg account since September despite never going anywhere without his camera. "I can post whenever I want to." "Yeah? Then why don't you?" Lando does take good photos even if he started to fall into a habit last year of posting subpar ones. Martin has watched him strengthen his skills, seeking out tips from Louis and people embedded within McLaren. His photos are good, especially the ones from their trips this winter. Martin's question acts as a challenge, Lando groaning and reaching over the side of the bed to lug his laptop out of his backpack. He opens it silently, going through the motions of opening Lightroom, and then turns his laptop in Martin's direction. "Which ones should I choose?" "Whichever ones you want, I reckon, no?" "Even this one?" He clicks on it to make it larger, filling the window with an overly obvious coupley photo. Martin just gives him a look. "Fine. What about this one?" This new one is a photo of Martin, silhouetted in the mouth of the cave from behind, shirt somewhere long since gone. It's moody and atmospheric-- one Martin doesn't exactly remember Lando taking. His heart jumps in his chest but he tries not to show it outwardly. "Yeah? You could post that one." Evidently, Lando hadn't anticipated that response. "Really?" Martin shrugs. "Yeah, really. If you want. Let people draw their own conclusions. They already know we were together the entire time." He half expects Lando to back down. But nothing to that effect happens. It's the only time Lando asks Martin for his thoughts until he pulls his phone back out, taps away at a few things, and shows Martin one last time. "Last chance. You're sure?" Martin takes the phone from Lando and hits post before tossing the phone to the side and crowding into his space. "I'm sure."

#hijacked your ask anon sorry about that #a conversation like this just popped into my brain so i went with it #lando #martin #norrix #ask #writing tag

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euphorajeon · 2 years

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boxer!gguk drabble #2

— pairing: childhood friend!jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff (?), angst (just a bit i swear) | college!au, childhood friends to lovers, boxer!jk

— word count: 1.6k

— warnings: harsh words, tattooed and pierced jk (eyebrow and lip), innuendoes, dubcon (it's just a kiss, but always ask for consent for anything!), a bit overthinking by oc at the end

— summary: after the incident in the living room, jeongguk thinks it's okay to drag you around anywhere he pleases, including the boxing gym he frequents. cue more teasings, more kisses, more innuendoes, and of course ... more intrusive thoughts.

masterlist | boxer!gguk masterlist

You don’t know why you’re here. Again.

It’s the third time in two weeks that you find yourself sitting in the corner of the gym Jeongguk goes to, typing away at your laptop while trying to ignore the sounds of his punches (and (attractive) grunts).

Ever since that.. incident in the living room, he’s been acting like it’s okay to drag you with him everywhere he goes, be it to the store to buy some milk for his mom (“I need your help choosing the right brand!”) or to the gym whenever he has his boxing sessions (“I punch better when you’re there with me, please?”).

The pleading look you give your mom to not let you go never works in your favor, instead working in Jeongguk’s as she scolds you for always being cooped up in your room and how it’s not good for your health.

You hate how triumphant his smiles are every time he gets you in the passenger seat of his car.

After two gym trips with him, you learned your lesson and brought your laptop with you this time. You really have to work on something for this online course you’re taking, but it’s really more of an excuse not to watch Jeongguk slam his gloved fists against the pads on his trainer’s hands with sweat dripping down the side of his neck. You made that mistake the first time around and the teasing smirk he gave you afterwards was irritating enough that you promise yourself to never give him the satisfaction ever again.

But eh, it’s not Jeon Jeongguk if he doesn’t have a thousand tricks up his sleeve.

“Hey.” He’s suddenly by your side, gloved hand nudging your shoulder. When you don’t look up, his nudges become incessant until you do with an irritated huff. “What?”

“Record me,” he says, grinning when your irritated expression morphs into one of confusion. “Boxing.”

Your brain goes blank and keyboard-smashing at the same time because you’ve been trying to ignore the man exercising before you and now he asks you to record him doing just that? No thanks.

You glance around in search of someone else to take the video for him, but it comes up empty as there are only you, him, and his trainer in the room.

With a sigh, you end up reaching for his phone on the table.

“No, no, use yours.” Jeongguk tilts his head towards your phone which sits right next to his.

A protest of why dies in your throat when he claims that your phone camera captures a clearer video than his—which, truthfully, you doubt is the real reason because as far as you know, you both have the exact same type of phone.

Oh, well, whatever. Anything to get this over with so you can go back home and away from this tattooed muscle demon named Jeon Jeongguk in front of you.

When you press the record button on your phone, there’s a split second where Jeongguk’s lips lift up into a tiny wicked smirk that you miss because he starts punching right away. You don’t know if it’s just your feelings but his punches seem a little harder than earlier, the sound of his gloves hitting the pads making you wince as they get quicker and louder by the second. At one point even his trainer makes an impressed sound and gives him a thumbs up, prompting a huge grin to break out on his face.

You have to admit he has a beautiful smile.

He makes you stand there and record for three more sets before you complain loudly of your arms being sore from holding them in one position for too long. He makes fun of you for being weak but relents while laughing when you throw your shoe in his direction.

You won’t admit that while it’s true that your arms are beginning to ache, the real reason you asked to stop was because you couldn’t handle any more of Jeongguk boxing. Not when there’s a chance he’d come over and ask how the results are and see just how much you’re enjoying yourself ogling his inked biceps flexing with his every move.

That would mean admitting defeat to him for the second time (damn that lip ring) and you really don’t want to see his triumphant smile for the hundredth time. Nope.

So you retreat back to your laptop, place your phone behind the screen, and after making sure the sound is completely off, start playing the videos you just took to admire Jeongguk in private.

(Okay, it’s a bit hypocritical, but you just wanna admire this man without his knowing, alright. He’s beautiful and all but his goddamn ego makes you never want to admit that out loud, much less in his presence.)

You’re too engrossed in the rapid way Jeongguk moves his arms in the video that you don’t notice the person himself is already sitting next to you, quietly watching you watching a video of him boxing.

“Enjoying the show?”

You swear you never slam your laptop closed so hard in your entire life. Your phone is still wedged between the screen and keyboard of the laptop so you’re pretty sure both are damaged now.

You can feel your cheeks burning as you bury your head in your arms, trying to block out the sounds of Jeongguk’s loud laugh beside you. He sounds so happy that he caught you red-handed it almost annoys you.

It’s not almost anymore when he has the audacity to drape his sweaty body all over yours, arms firmly secured around your waist and face nuzzling into your shoulder, making his wet hair tickle your exposed cheek.

“Hey, no need to be embarrassed, I know I’m hot,” he whispers teasingly into your ear.

“You’re wet with sweat, get off me.” You completely ignore his words.

He doesn’t budge. “Jeon, you’re getting sweat on me!! Get off!!”

“Good, I’ll get you sweaty too so we can shower toge— ow!” That’s you pinching his arm that’s still around your waist.

“I prefer you tugging at my lip ring with your tongue to this,” he huffs. “Besides, for someone who really wants me to get off, you’re making no effort to move away either. Just admit you like having my body pressed against yours like this.”

At that, you lift your head and attempt to stand up but a pair of arms prevents you from doing that.

“See! I didn’t move because I knew you’d pull somethi—”

His lips are warmer than usual. You know it’s because he’s just finished working out but it’s just made more prominent by the fact that his lip ring feels ice-cold against your lips.

You’re still embarrassed and annoyed, and now you’re also pissed for two different reasons: being kissed when you didn’t ask for it and the fact that you’re enjoying the kiss.

You’re conflicted which one pisses you off more so you end the kiss by biting down harshly on Jeongguk’s bottom lip. (You also made sure you tugged on his lip ring hard since he said he liked it. Ha.)

He groans loudly and you feel like you’ve won because you think it’s out of pain, but his next words (of course) prove you wrong.

“Fuck, that’s hot. Do it again.”

You’re done. You can never win with this guy.

“Fucking shit, I’m going home.” Your hands quickly reach for your stuffs to hug in your arms. Can’t even stuff them in a bag because you brought them here in Jeongguk’s bag. His idea, obviously.

“But I’m your ride home?”

The glint in his eyes tells you he’s about to make another innuendo and your glare doesn’t deter him even one bit.

“… or do you want to ride me here?”

“Get lost, Jeon.”

He ruffles your hair, chuckling. “Alright, sorry. Put your laptop back down, I’ll be done in fifteen minutes.” He grabs his bag and turns to leave, but not before having the last words.

“… unless you want to join me in the shower?”

“I’m leaving.”

He laughs and blows you a kiss before really disappearing in the direction of the showers.

His nonstop innuendoes really got you thinking.

You’re both friends, but he takes you places just because he wants you there and you both kiss an awful lot for people who claim to be “just friends”. (He’s also very touchy with you but you think that’s just who he is naturally.)

It doesn’t make sense. There’s no way someone like Jeon Jeongguk would get exclusive with someone like you. You’re both way too different. Not to mention he can get any girl he wants with his looks alone.

You know it’s the truth but it hurts thinking that Jeongguk could only be doing things with you now because he just needs someone to fill the gap. Like a friends-with-benefits kinda thing? You don’t know.

By the time Jeongguk gets back to you after his shower, you’re clutching at your hair with your head back on the table.

“Hey, you okay?” he asks with concern in his voice. You look up and you think your expression is pathetic enough that he doesn’t question you further, only reaching for your laptop to stuff it into his bag.

He packs up quietly, letting you ponder in silence. Bad idea, since it only makes you spiral further about the status of your friendship.

When he takes your hand in his warm ones, you almost pull it away.

Shouldn’t have been tempted by his lip ring after all, huh?

— a/n: thanks for reading! ^_^ tell me your thoughts here

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ddwcaph-game · 2 months

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Hello everyone! The next update isn't close to being finished yet, since as usual I keep adding in new stuff, but before I respond to the asks for Roselyna's Matchmaking Service, I thought I'd update/recap everyone on all the big changes and new stuff that's coming:

New Nickname Changes/Options

MC's Pet Backstory

More Details about MC's Dad

Revamped Twin Fight Scene

New Secret About Julie & Maggie

JM's Mansion Sleepover Branch

Ancestry and Heritage Passives

Character Class, Trait, and Stat Adjustments

New Locket Stat and Intimidation Stat Rework

Missing Choices

Read below for more details:

New Nickname Changes/Options

You will now be able to change MC & Twin's nicknames anytime once you unlock the diary!

In addition, you will now also be able to choose/change the nickname you use for each F6E member (even if you aren't bestfriends), and change what you call Maggie/MC's Dad/Julie/Robert via the diary.

Speaking of nicknames, Wayne's diary entry will now mention that his middle name (and Mary's maiden name) is Hart! Of course, it's very much on brand for him to say that that's his middle name. 😄

MC's Pet Backstory

MC's pet will now have a prosthetic (I'm thinking one of their hind legs).

Okay, it's not an actual backstory, but this opens up new backstory opportunities (you'll know if you read IAC), about why Julie and Robert adopted them in the first place.

More Details about MC's Dad

In the next update, I will be updating the prologue to mention the job of MC's Dad, along with finally giving the option to choose where MC's Dad is from (if your MC is Half-Filipino).

Revamped Twin Fight Scene

I haven't actually played through DDWCaPH! since I finished Chapter 2, and when I finally did last month, I noticed a ton of typos, confusing lines, and awkward scenes, which I'll be working to address.

The twin fight scene in Chapter 1 is definitely a big offender, so I'll try to rewrite it so it has a bit more build up.

New Secret About Julie & Maggie

The last conversation you have with Paddy in Chapter 5 will have new details about Julie's laptop. Technically I've already kinda spoiled this secret before in one of the older versions, but here's a related hint featuring a new choice in Chapter 3:

I've also changed a few details in the conversation about how Tita Josie met Kuya Popoy, but you're not supposed to know that secret until Chapter 6 in the new branch. 😉 Speaking of...

JM's Mansion Sleepover Branch

Since I'll be skipping the Investigation Branch for now, I figured adding this branch is a good middle ground. It also lets me move the unfinished party conversation with Tita Steph/Yaya Connie/Kuya Popoy to that branch instead, since the party scene is overloaded already. Plus, it's also the only chance you'll have to visit his mansion.

Anyway, it looks like the majority want to have the sleepover at JM's instead! (Although I have a hunch that some of you are just more interested in having the chance to talk to B again 😛) I had a bit of trouble adapting some of the Chapter 6 scenes I've planned, but I figured it out eventually.

Ancestry and Heritage Passives

You will now be able to select your MC's Ancestry Trait regardless of your chosen favorite genre! You can check out this post for details about all the new passives.

Character Class, Trait, and Stat Adjustments

Character Class Buffs

Class Bonuses will be increased from 5/10/20% to 10/20/30% to make them more impactful. Class Passives will now also give +25/50/100% EXP from successful stat checks of the same stat as the Class Bonus (since the coding for it is already there).

Vocabulary Trait Changes

Someone pointed out that it's weird that inputting a custom swear word always censors it, so now I'm making it so that only the 🐤[Young at Heart] and 🐣[Child at Heart] Traits will censor your input and most of the swear words.

In addition, the above traits will now grant bonus EXP when increasing your Naive Personality, while the other two vocabulary traits 🦅[Mini-Adult] / 🦆[Childhood Graduate] will grant bonus EXP when increasing your Precocious Personality to make them a bit more immersive.

Gender Traits

As mentioned in the last poll, I was considering including the gender-related options (specifically Trans/Non-binary/Genderfluid/Questioning) to the list of Traits.

The majority seemed in agreement, so I'll go ahead with the change (unless someone has a good argument against it). I think adding it to the list of traits better communicates to the player that it's not just a cosmetic choice that gets forgotten.

Other Trait Adjustments

The 🥇[Top 5] and 🥈[Top 10] Trait Requirements have been lowered significantly (and now takes MC's Knowledge Stat into consideration). To make the EXP Penalty make more sense, it now only applies to EXP gained from Knowledge Stat checks.

This also applies to the 😎[Self-Confident] EXP Penalty (it now only applies to EXP gained from Charm Stat checks).

There are a bunch of other Trait adjustments, but these are the biggest ones.

New Locket Stat and Intimidation Stat Rework

Now that you've discovered one of your locket's powers, I've decided to add a new main stat alongside your HP. This will function like mana or energy in other games, and if you've read IAC, you probably have an idea of what this will be used for in the future. 😉

Your maximum HP will now also be increased to 1,000, and each point of Vigor will now increase it by 10. This was done to make chip damage (like being whacked with a stuffed toy) less threatening.

The Intimidation Stat will now be based on your Vigor Stat, and is increased by 50% of both of your Cold and Composed Personality Stats. Certain Traits/Passives will still increase/decrease Intimidation, but this makes the stat less dependent on your personality stats.

For example: A Tall MC with 30 Vigor, 70% Cold, and 50% Composed will have an Intimidation Stat of 54.

Missing Choices

This includes:

Valentine's Entry in Roselyna's Diary

Karaoke party scene with Paddy, Wayne, and Roselyna

Pinoy Henyo party scene with Lily, JM, Yaya Connie, Kuya Popoy, and Mayari

Sari-sari Store Trinket

Chapter 3 Bike Choice (This was already coded actually, I just forgot to make it selectable 😅)

The 3rd Phone Game (Honestly I procrastinated doing this one because I wanted to make the name different according to your favorite genre. Yup.)

I'm also aware that the background music isn't playing, so I'll try to fix that as well (no idea how that happened)

That's not everything in the next update, but yup, that's why it's taking so long again.

Feel free to ask me questions about the next update! I'm still currently deep in the coding mines, so apologies if it takes me a while to respond to the asks for Roselyna's Matchmaking Service!

#ddwcaph development #interactive fiction

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Hey, I'm a 5'10" white guy with an average body.

What happens to the old bodies of short nerds and dumb skinny twinks that become buff jocks? Can you give me one of those former bodies?

The Top Of Your Class

Although I don’t quite understand the reasoning behind having the desire to turn into a short nerd, who am I to deny someone from achieving their dream body? Luckily for you, I have a tendency to save templates of every subject prior to them undergoing their own transformation. To me, there’s nothing more amusing than scrolling through the before and after perspectives of how people transform under my direction. But since you want to be one of those short nerds, how about we go all of the way with it? A few weeks prior, I had the chance to transform a frail college student named Ernest into a brand new football player, and looking at what you’re asking for, I think his body would be perfect for your wish of becoming a nerd.

Checking in on what you were currently up to, I couldn’t help but chuckle as I found you in the library attempting to study for an upcoming final exam. Surely you wouldn’t be caught dead in a library without a valid reason, but by the end of the day this place would be your new favorite spot to spend your day! Although you’re not the buffest guy around, I certainly think you undervalued yourself when you described yourself as average. I mean just look at your angular facial features and toned body! Just silently observing you as you continued to peruse the aisles of the library, I thank the heavens that I didn’t choose your second suggestion of turning you into a dumb twink! No, shifting your current self into one that has the body of Ernest was most certainly going to be a fun thing to witness!

As such, my own personal excitement to witness your change caused me to immediately initiate the transformation. At first it started rather small, with your height gradually decreasing step-by-step as you continued to grab some books to source in one of your final essays for the semester. Inch-by-inch, you continued to shorten down from your 5’10” stature down until you were just barely over 5’5”. It was around this height that you finally began to realize that something was amiss as you struggled to reach the top level of the bookshelf.

Upon reaching the point where you were forced to get a step-stool to grab your desired book, a quick observation down at yourself informed you of the fact that you were currently transforming in the middle of the library. Despite how hot this aspect was for you, you forced yourself to remain calm and slowly make your way back to a table where you had left your laptop and backpack. Eager to work and allow the transformation to work its magic, you pulled open your laptop and immediately got to work on the Physics essay you had been putting off.

Based on the fact that you had next to no progress completed besides putting your name on the paper, I quickly began to realize why you were so eager to get the body of a nerd. If you became a nerd, concepts like studying, tests, and writing essays would be a breeze and you’d easily succeed at any course you attempted to take. While this was admirable and understandable, I felt a bit annoyed at the withholding of these facts. As such, I decided to alter my plans and instead move right on to the mental changes.

Your mind initially had trouble comprehending the confusing concepts and translating it for your fingers to type, however a deep tingling in your skull promptly informed you that it would soon begin to change. In order to make room for your future super-genius capabilities, your mind was forced to erase some of the previously pertinent information that your old self saved. Given the fact that you were going to become a complete nerd, your already inflated brain had no need to retain information that involved diets, workouts, or even any knowledge of sports or their basic rules. Instead of having a drink at a bar and watching some sporting event on the widescreen TV, your free time now involves reading content-heavy novels and textbooks as learning now provides an insatiable thrill that alcohol, socializing, or watching sports couldn’t ever compare to.

Although the concept of going back to your dorm room to snuggle up in bed with a philosophy textbook was quite appealing, your mind didn’t consider the possibility for long as this tingling sensation in your brain dissipated and instead began to make its grand return everywhere from the neck down. Taking a few glances down at yourself, you were in awe as you watched the muscles in your arms and chest tense every few seconds. But as you continued to observe the changes, it quickly dawned on you that each subsequent tensing was causing your muscles to fade away and give you an extremely average build. After a few minutes, your arms had lost every morsel of definition, turning into a pair of twigs that certainly no longer strained against your shirt sleeves. As for your chest and abs, those had also faded away to nothing to the point of turning you into a flat-chested man. In fact, your torso had become so flat that the only protrusions in that area came from the slight jutting out of your nipples.

As the changes continued down below your waistline, you could feel everything as your thighs turned into skin and bone to the point of gaining a permanent thigh gap. Even worse, that familiar tingling feeling in your crotch caused you to take a moment to focus on your prominent manhood. In doing so, you were able to slowly feel it shrink down to a more reasonable and fitting size of 4.5 inches. By the time you had finished mourning for your diminished manhood, the physical changes had completed as your calves lost all definition and your feet even shrunk a few sizes to no longer fit in your tennis shoes.

Although you wanted so badly to go to the bathroom to observe your changes, the fact that your clothes were so ill-fitting to the point where they would surely fall off upon standing up caused you to patiently wait out the changes. Luckily enough, my magic was quick to remedy the situation as your simple white t-shirt began to undergo a slight shift. The fabric became more starchy, which was quite irritating given how baggy it was and how it rubbed against your torso, but that was eventually fixed as the shirt shrunk a few sizes and a grid of lines and colors emerged on the fabric to turn into a more form-fitting dress shirt that is completely buttoned up all of the way to the collar.

Next, your pants and shoes are the final areas to undergo some severe alterations as no nerd would ever wear stylish pants and top-tier brand new athletic shoes. As such, the ornate pattern and designer fabric quickly altered, shifting in both density and texture until they were a rough pair of grey jeans. As your shoes shifted into a well-worn pair of dress shoes, it seemed as though your physical transformation had finally completed.

Eager to check yourself out, you finally began to stand up and make your way across the library to a nearby restroom. But as you made it a few feet away from your table, you quickly realized that your pants were still a bit too loose around your frail frame and thus threatened to fall down to the ground. Before you even had the chance to quickly move your hands down and grip the waistband, two bright blue and red suspenders suddenly pushed forth from the backside of the pants and looped around to secure your pants. While you were understandably shocked by the sudden snake-like suspenders that had manifested out of nowhere, there was an equal amount of shock dedicated to the bright red polka-dotted bow tie that had suddenly hindered your view when tilting your head downwards.

Seemingly finally done with the transformation, you walked with a slight pep in your step towards the restroom. While doing so, that all too familiar tingling sensation re-emerged.. with the focus now on your head. Like you were getting a fine scalp massage, you could feel your hairstyle shifting from a styled yet messy appearance to something much flatter and firm. Moving one hand up to touch the new hairstyle, your eyes widened at just how greasy the hair felt along with the fact that you were now rocking a sharp middle part that just screamed dweeb. Although you couldn’t witness the changes that were now affecting your face for yourself, you could feel the alternations of your features as they grew less defined. Your nose was the biggest proponent of change, shifting from an angular shape to a wider and more curved shape that would surely be the source of future taunting. As if on cue, your rush towards the restroom left you oblivious to the solid wall of mass that you ran into as they crossed the aisles.

“Whoa bro, watch where you’re fucking going!” the deep voice cried out as you helplessly tumbled onto the floor.

Upon making impact with the carpeted floor, you were quite shocked and scared to find your vision incredibly blurry. Not only had the impact with the hulking man only emphasized how weak and frail you were, but it also initiated the shift in your vision as you lost your perfect 20/20 vision. Knowing that you most likely had a pair of glasses now scattered across the floor, you moved around on your hands and knees in search of the glasses despite the extreme blur that you now saw. As you continued to frantically search around, the sudden snap of plastic caused you to immediately turn and crawl towards the source of the noise.

Just as you had expected, your hands finally came across a pair of glasses, which had magically already been repaired with a few pieces of thick white tape to repair the broken nose bridge. Although you were relieved to have finally restored your sight upon pulling them back on, you couldn’t deny that you were a bit peeved about being turned into a stereotypical nerd in both body and fashion choice.

But as you finally got back up on your feet and looked up at the man who had caused you to fall onto the ground, those thoughts quickly were pushed aside as you took in the sight before you. The man was clearly a college athlete, made especially evident not only by the university branded football shirt that was adoring his upper torso but also the extreme muscle that was struggling to be contained within that very shirt. His arms looked like the size of boulders, especially to you given your frail arms and smaller stature. Even his pecs were incredibly intimidating as you struggled to see the over 6’ tall man’s face due to looking up and seeing just how protruding they were towards your vision.

“What the hell do you think you were doing dweeb?” the man angrily roared, immediately causing your body to quiver and your cock to suddenly throb from the directed statement. Although you were extremely at ease with your sexual orientation as a gay man, the fact that you were turned on by him insulting you was a terrifying thought. You hadn’t been like this prior to the transformation, but that was just my own little addition to your personality as a slight punishment for only wanting a nerd body so you could get your college finals over with.

“I- I’m sorry,” you anxiously said, which caused your eyes to widen and your body to physically cringe as you heard the high-pitched nasally voice now coming out of your mouth. “I didn’t see you, I was just trying to get to the bathroom,” you continued, trying to calm the situation and make sure the jock didn’t initiate your new life with a terrible ass-beating.

However, the man wasn’t willing to be too forgiving, especially as he looked down and took note of the small yet noticeable boner that was straining against your jeans. “Holy shit bro, why the hell are you rock hard? Was all that knowledge making you horny…” he started, suddenly stopping as he began to put the pieces together. “Holy shit, are you some sort of fag or something? Did the physical contact of a REAL man really get you rock hard in seconds flat,” the jock happily cried out, causing a bunch of wandering eyes to direct their attention towards the interaction. To punctuate his sentence, the jock even showed off by lifting up his arms and flexing to seemingly show you what a real man looked like.

“I-, I’m not-, that’s not true,” you tried to respond, the words stuttering as you struggled to conceal the boner while handling the increasing levels of anxiety you were now feeling. As more people started to join in laughing with the burly jock, you were eager to escape the situation and thus immediately broke into a sprint to the nearest restroom. Upon finding the men’s restroom, you immediately slammed the door shut and locked as you tried to cope with everything going on. Although you weren’t entirely unhappy with the new body you had been gifted, the reality of what life as a nerd would be was finally dawning on you. To say that you weren’t enjoying it would be a clear understatement.

So as you made your way over to the sink, your already extreme anxiety increased tenfold as you caught sight of your new reflection. Taking a look at yourself, you witnessed practically no real remnant of your former self reflected in your new form. In all honesty, you weren’t sure whether that was a great thing or something terrible. As your mind continued to race about the reality of your new life, your heavy breathing began to quickly grow into something much more serious as a heavy wheeze began to escape from your lips. You were no stranger to a panic attack due to being a college student, so you knew for a fact that this was something much worse and far more serious. Leaning against the sink and tilting your head down to try and catch your breath, your sight immediately caught sight of a bright red inhaler suddenly sitting on the granite countertop area. With no other options and a desire to finally calm yourself down, you gripped onto the inhaler and brought it up to your lips. As you squeezed it and inhaled the fumes several times, the sudden calmness you felt was a huge relief.

After taking a second to maintain this level of relaxation, the issue of your still-throbbing and now leaking cock returned to prominence in your head. Although you were still ashamed of this newfound kink that you had seemingly inherited from the transformation, the enhanced sexual libido left you eager to push that aside and get off as quickly as possible. Not surprisingly, this desire ultimately won out, causing you to pull down your suspenders and pants and quickly pulling out your small cock. As soon as you gripped onto it, it only took a few strokes before you immediately ejaculated onto the bathroom mirror.

Relieved to find some form of release given the intriguing hot interaction you had with that jock, your mind immediately shifted to nerd mode as you felt an intense desire to return to finishing up your final essays and projects as soon as possible. After you quickly cleaned up your mess and pulled back on your clothes, you finally unlocked the door and made your way back out to your table. Although life as a nerd wasn’t entirely what you were expecting, you figured that there was at least great relief in knowing that you’d easily nail your finals and become the top student of your class… despite realizing that there would now forever be the looming threat of wedgies and constant bullying in your life.

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pb-dot · 9 months

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A little hardware rant

So today I went to a local electronics retailer to look for some thermal paste to soothe my poor overworked CPU's temperature problems. This, being a bit of a departure from the store's usual fare of prebuilt electronics actively hostile to modification, repair, or upgrades, I found no logical place for the thing, so I had to wander around a bit while waiting for someone who worked there to have a spare moment between hocking overpriced laptops to help me out on this.

So, being the impeccably efficient and very reasonable young man that I am, I decided to kill some time by browsing for a new keyboard. It's sad to say, but my current one has been with me since the days of the Party Rock Anthem, and it's getting a bit long in the tooth. So, what could this unnamed major Scandinavian electronics retailer offer me? Well, as it turned out my search would be more frustrating than I anticipated.

When it comes to pc parts, I'm reasonably utilitarian. As long as it lets me do what I want to do, it's doing its job. Keyboards are different though. I have preferences. As a writer, I like my keyboards to have the three following features:

Intuitive layout with some slight spacing between the letters to facilitate easier cleaning

A wired USB connection, this is non-negotiable. I don't want to fiddle with Bluetooth or whatnot.

No foofaraw. No fancy extra buttons, no lights, no fiddly gimmicks.

Now, do you want to know how many keyboards fulfilled all of my criteria in this big ol' store? Exactly none. I found an ergonomic one that seemed nice but was, unfortunately, wireless and one that was wired and had nice key placements but unfortunately also had this regrettable "Gamer"-branding and my old nemesis LEDs.

Now, if I may ask, what exactly is the purpose of LEDs on a keyboard? Are there scores of people who'd love to game in the dark if they could only see their input devices? It just seems alien to me since my ideal input device just lets me get into the zone while writing and stay there without disturbing me. This is, as one might expect, a taller task for a keyboard with pulsing RGB light and a dedicated button for playing the 2012 Skrillex hit Bangarang or whatever.

What frustrates me most about this is that I don't think my demands are particularly extravagant and that I assumed that having access to a wide range of Products was supposed to be the draw of living in this here late-capitalist hellscape that we navigate on the daily. It isn't the case though, as the selection of products that are deemed Most Profitable to sell to us narrows further and further. Sure, The Man could sell you parts to upgrade or repair your PC, but that's not as good of a deal (for them) as just selling you prebuilt underperformers that burst into flames if you even look at them with a screwdriver in hand. Similarly, there's no reason to say every goddamn keyboard has to be wireless now, but wireless tech is cheap enough (and harder for amateurs to repair) so it goes in everything. I'm convinced that is the reason you basically can't find high-end wired earbuds anymore.

Now, this is perhaps getting into a slightly conspiratorial headspace, but I do think there's something to this trend of consumer goods being less tailored to the needs of consumers and more kind of pushed through to the customer, which I don't love. Hell, I don't love the Faustian bargain of "live in an unsustainable unfair system that does a fuckery to our biosphere but you have infinite varieties of consumer goods to choose from to distract you," in the first place, but when that slowly gets replaced with "buy our garbage peasant" before my eyes, I can't help but wonder if I'm being played for an absolute fool.

So in short, capitalism bad, it's surprisingly hard to find the keyboard you want, perhaps the discontent of the masses should topple the fat cats of the world, turns out the place didn't have thermal paste in the first place, eat the rich, you know, that kind of stuff.

#writing #gripes #politics #capitalism #right to repair #planned obsolescence #sustainability #Peebs thinks

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Hi, I love your profile and sims! I’m ‘kind of’ new to the sims world! I’ve been playing since 2018, but not religiously. I just wanted to ask about your mods folder (sorry if it states somewhere on your profile these kind of questions aren’t allowed, i’m new to tumblr too and still understanding how it works). Feel free to ignore this question if it’s not allowed. I understand that by having lots of folders within the mods folder it can make the game lag. I just wanted to ask how your mods folder looks? As I want to keep mine tidy and be able to find certain cc easily. I’m also in the process of buying a pc as I am currently using a macbook and have so much cc it’s starting to not work… If you have any tips or suggestions with having a pc (if you have one yourself) and how your set up looks, I would really appreciate it. Thank you!! 🤍

Hello darling and thankyou so much! 🤍 Welcome to tumblr 💁‍♀️🤍

I think lag in your game mostly depends on what kind of computer/laptop you're using. I have just over 50gb at the moment and my game still runs as smooth as it does vanilla ( no mods at all ). I know some people who have 100gb+ and they don't have lag issues either. Again I think it boils down to the computer itself, and what it can handle

I personally chose to go for a custom built computer so that I could choose my own parts as I really wanted a computer that could handle a lot of mods and also I wanted my game to run nice and smoothly, my partner is a bit of a nerd when it comes to computers so he knew exactly what kind of specs I needed

When it comes to my mods folder I am super organised, that way when patch day comes I know exactly where everything is to be able to take it out of my mods folder until its updated etc. I'll pop in some photos of what my folder looks like so you can see below. Trust me it didn't always look like this 😂

If you're struggling with lag then a short term fix would be to have a good clear out of your mods folder and delete everything that you don't reach for often, you can even go as far as deleting swatches of clothes and build buy items that you don't like. I cleared around 5gb last week just by removing swatches from some build buy items that were high in mb's. For example, I had a bed frame that was 320mb in size so I deleted all of the swatches except for the one that I liked the most lol

What my mods folder looks like

The only suggestion I will give regarding picking a computer out is to take your time and do your research! I really rushed my build and didn't want to wait for the white case that I liked so I ended up with the black one I have now that doesn't match my set up at all haha

When getting your computer the main things to look out for is making sure you've got enough storage and a good graphics card, obviously everything is important but these two for me where the main ones I focused on. If you do go custom built for example, you can always upgrade your parts very easily, where as if its pre built I'm not too sure if the cases are universal to fit different brands of parts in if that makes sense?

I am in no way a pro, I had alot of help from my partner when it came to building my computer. If you need help when the time comes feel free to give me a message and I can run things by my partner to help you choose what parts or pre built etc

I'll leave a few photos below of what my setup looks like, I just got the aurora collection for christmas and I also have the razer quartz collection too ( I prefer the aurora lol ). I can easily recommend you some good equipment also if you're not into the aurora or razer products. If you're looking for set up inspo then I would highly recommend browsing through Pinterest, that's where I got the majority of ideas for the aesthetic of mine. Pink and white are my favourite colours, hence the colour palette haha

If you need any help at all with specs or anything else at all feel free to pop me a message or reply to this post 🤍

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sirfrogsworth · 2 years

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I said I would be posting more now that I have a laptop upstairs, and I will. I haven't posted much yet because I was still getting used to the keyboard and trying to get to a more comfortable typing speed that didn't frustrate me.

I actually bought a MacBook Air. I borrowed some money from my dad that I will be paying back over time. It's my first Apple product if you don't count the iPhone I got for my parents. It's a wonderful computer. The M1 chip is super zippy. Battery life is amazing. My former 12 year old laptop lasted about 2 hours per charge. This thing lasts me basically all day. The construction is very impressive. The aluminum body feels very sturdy. The screen is beautiful and gets way brighter than I need. And while they don't have any bass, I can't believe how good these tiny laptop speakers sound. My old laptop sounded like a super quiet AM radio. This thing hasn't gotten even mildly warm yet (though I am not rendering video or anything). It is very light. I feel comfortable taking it with me around the house if I need to. The old laptop was about 12 pounds and I think this is 2.75 or so.

Apple just makes good laptops. They always have, though they weren't always a great value. But I think the M1/M2 models are actually competitively priced as long as you don't get too many upgrades. The upgrade prices are still bonkers.

The OS has taken some getting used to. But for basic functions it's fine. I haven't had any trouble navigating. And the search function is much better than Windows. As is the aesthetics.

I don't really get into those technology pissing contests. I considered a Windows laptop, but there were just so many PC laptop choices and I was overwhelmed with the research required to find a good one. Not only can quality vary from manufacturer to manufacturer, but it can also vary from model to model. There are shitty Dells and fantastic Dells. I just didn't have the energy to figure out which was which. But I knew the new M1 Macs were all well reviewed and would serve my needs. So, that's what I got.

One bonus is that all of my friends are on iPhones and so now I can use iMessage and not turn into a dreaded green bubble. I still think Apple should make texting with android not crappy, but I'm happy to have a less frustrating way to communicate with my friends until that happens. If it ever does. (C'mon Europe, force Apple to fix that!)

Choosing tech these days is just about your needs and preferences. Brand loyalty is bullshit. All of the companies basically suck as far as business practices. Google might even be eviler these days. Microsoft has always been shit. And Dell has some of the worst customer service around. In this particular instance, Apple was the least evil choice for my needs and preferences. And anytime I need to do something only a PC can handle, I can just pop downstairs and use my desktop machine.

My only complaint so far is that I don't like how the scroll wheel functions with my bluetooth mouse. I like to scroll 3 lines at a time and Apple has this weird scroll acceleration feature that scrolls really slow at first and then crazy fast the more you scroll. I think there is a workaround but I haven't had the time to figure it out yet.

I'm excited to test out Photoshop, as I've heard the M1 version is about 50% faster. I just haven't had the energy to edit any photos recently.

So, that's my Apple experience so far. It's a good computer that I hope will last for many years. I also like that they maintain decent resale value if I need something different down the line.

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frodo-with-glasses · 1 year

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4, 6, 13 (especially 13; love you for the semicolon tattoo Frodo has)

https://www.tumblr.com/frodo-with-glasses/711440150764355584/group-chat-shenanigans?source=share

Ooh, great choice >:-D Let’s go!

(Read the whole comic here!)

4. What part of this piece was the most difficult to draw?

It's exactly what you might expect: Frodo's left arm (the one holding the phone) in the last panel definitely gave me some trouble. I was trying to find a pose that both a) looked natural and b) made Frodo's tattoo visible; you can actually see how many lines I drew and erased in the zoomed-in picture in this reblog.

I also had to try multiple different positions and designs for the tattoo before I found one that I liked. In a few early attempts, the tattoo actually went down the length of his arm! But in the end, I'm glad I kept it contained to the wrist.

6. What is your favorite part of this piece?

Oh man, it's so hard to pick! I love all of the modern designs, and I think most of the drawings turned out really well. (Pippin looks a bit wonky, but that's just because I'm not used to drawing people who are upside down.) In the end, I think my favorite part is just the slew of "Benadryl Cabbagepatch" names. That was a HYSTERICAL day on the Fig Tree Server, and I love seeing everyone's creativity and crazy senses of humor coming together like this! X-D

13. What Easter eggs/small details are hidden in this drawing?

OKAY *cracks knuckles* lemme give you the whole breakdown here.

Usernames and Avatar Icons

Frodo - DownFromTheDoor (referencing Bilbo's poem) - a book (because he's a nerd)

Pippin - tookursnacks (because he's a Took and he likes to eat) - peace sign (dunno, just felt appropriate)

Sam - taterz (obvious) - a potato (also obvious)

Merry - Herbmaster (because he really likes pipeweed) - the Horn of Rohan

Fatty - BigPapa (because he's. he's big) - plus signs (see previous)

Rosie - RoseGardens (cute play on her name) - a rose (same)

Gimli - Rock-n-Roll (dwarves like rocks) - an axe (obvious)

Aragorn - Telcontar (Elvish for "Strider", the dynasty name Aragorn chooses for himself) - crown surrounded by seven stars (part of the sigil of the King of Gondor)

Legolas - TraLaLally (reference to the 1977 Hobbit movie) - bow and arrow (obvious)

Boromir - TEAMGONDOR (in all caps because he is A LotTM) - the Horn of Gondor (obvious)

Tom Bombadil - Tim Bimbadimdim (I thought it would be funny) - a feather (he has one in the brim of his hat)

Goldberry - 💛🫐 (suggested by someone on the server, unfortunately not at all obvious in a black-and-white art style) - a star (seemed appropriate)

Gandalf - Gandalf (obvious) - wizard's hat (also obvious)

Design Choices

All four of the main hobbits (Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin) have a bracelet with a Single Bead, indicating they are part of the Core Friend Group

Merry wears dog tags and a watch. I imagine he has served in the military in some capacity, or aspires to do so; and the watch is there because he's the kind of detail-oriented person who's very concerned with being on time.

Sam and Rosie have matching bracelets: his is the sun, and hers is the moon. (Someone pointed out that the little thing hanging off her phone also looks like a sun. This is correct, but the bracelets were supposed to be the matching set.)

Rosie is also the only one of the gang to have a decorative phone case and a PopSocket.

Aragorn's mug says "GONDOR U", and the icon on his laptop is the shards of Narsil. It's kinda hard to see, but he also has a ring on his left hand, indicating that he's either engaged or married to Arwen.

Frodo gets the most Easter eggs. He too has a watch, because he's the sort to at least TRY to be on time; he has the tattoo, reading "worth f;ghting for", as aforementioned; and his shirt is a polo from the company Hang Ten, as indicated by the little feet embroidered on the lapel! I chose that one for two reasons: number one, little feet is Very Hobbity, and number two, they're my dad's favorite brand of polo. (He likes the little feet.)

PHONE DETAILS. Merry, Pippin, and Legolas are the only ones to have Extremely Fancy New Phones with three cameras on the back, because they are rich kids who can afford to have that sort of thing. Gimli is also rich, but his phone only has two cameras because he's not an Instagrammer. Sam and Rosie only have two-camera phones because theirs are cheaper older models. Everyone has phone cases except for Legolas. Gimli's phone case is a Particularly Chunky Heavy-Duty OtterBox. Aragorn is the only one with a laptop because he's Old. And, as aforementioned, Rosie is the only one who has a PopSocket.

Initial Conversation

I did actually plan the chat in the first panel very carefully! If you look at the time stamps beside the messages, you can see how the conversation picks up speed. It starts with Frodo declining some kind of an activity that night, saying he's busy with something else. Pippin responds, asking what he's doing. Frodo replies and sends photographic evidence, calling Bilbo "Beebo". Sam thinks this is very funny and repeats "Beebo". Frodo, encouraged by Sam thinking this is funny, doubles down the joke with "Beebo Bongos". Then Merry jumps in with "Blorbo Bagpipes". By this point, messages are coming in within the same minute, and then the rest of the chaos unfolds. X-D

Anyway, thanks for giving me an excuse to ramble about this comic! I had a lot of fun drawing it and I'm delighted to share the Deep Lore LOL

ARTIST COMMENTARY ASK GAME!

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telleroftime · 1 year

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Commission ||| Gavin Reed x Reader

- Florist/Tattoo Artist AU -

A florist and a tattoo artist. Two starkly different careers, yet somehow they tend to intertwine, especially when one needs an outside opinion to push their work forward.

——————————————— Request - Anonymous : Can you please do a romantic Tattoo Artist ! Gavin x Florist ! Reader?

Pairing: Tattoo Artist ! Gavin Reed x Florist ! Gender Neutral ! Reader

Relationship: Romantic

Tone: Fluff

Word Count: 1.9k

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Gavin’s apartment sat in a mist of evening heat, the sharp rays of the setting autumn sun filtering through the gaps in his wooden blinds leaving even stripes on any surface that got in the way. The living room that the two of you sat in was practically painted golden, the original vibrant colours of books and throw pillows muted to hues of orange and brown. It was almost as if you were looking at the world through a choppy filter. The shadows were darker than before, pronounced by the light, and if you looked closely you could see small bits of dust float in the direct spotlight. Almost like glitter that in the end brought the surroundings of high contrast back to life.

Even with such a pretty moment, you couldn’t help but spare a few glances to your boyfriend as he sat on the floor, wearing the sweater you bought him not that long ago paired with mismatched sweats. A line of shadow comfortably blocked out Gavin's eyes as an adjacent strand of light did the opposite to his lips. The stubble practically sparkled from his hunched position over the coffee table, his scar pronounced with a slick sheen. However, that was the most you could see from where you sat, as the open laptop obscured most of your view. There were blank sheets of paper haphazardly scattered around him on the dark wood of both the table and the floor; pens and pencils of many brands were a mess of piles on the desk. You could almost make out the tiny metal shine of a sharpener. Everything but the current thing Gavin was drawing, the sound of the pencil scratching against paper the largest hint you were getting.

With a small puff, you turned your attention back to your phone, bringing your knees up to your chest and sinking into the back cushion of the loveseat.

Your small shop needed a new order of seasonal flowers, however you only had enough money spare for a small sample of them as opposed to what you usually bought. The changing seasons meant recycling the leftover summer collection, your earnings taking a hit in the process. Paired with the pressure of rent and how costly the heat was during the actual months of summer, you were on a tight budget that you didn't want to waste. And, as you scrolled through the supplier's website, you also had a budget you didn't know how to use. You practically frowned at the vast selection.

It's not like variety wasn’t good, though. The issue was that you had to choose and soon before the plants went out of stock. You wanted to buy ones of yellow to match with the overall warm colours of autumn. Coneflowers and Sneezeweeds stood out to you as an interesting option, unique in essence however those would not only have to be imported from a different farm as the small text told you – meaning that you'd have to wait a week or two longer for their arrival – but you also feared that their almost protruding centre bulb would be seen as unattractive by most. That, and you weren’t sure if you would be able to group them in any coherent compositions as they were usually garden flowers and not ones you would pick for a vase. You held onto the thought though, wishing to experiment with them once your finances became more favourable.

Scrolling further, you noted that you already had some Orange Lilies in stock, alongside Peach Bloom Chrysanthemums. Maybe you could buy some other colours, like Orange Chrysanthemums as they were easy to use and easy to source. However the issue was that they could also be associated with funerals and death, so involving them in casual compositions would be risky with the people that are fans of flowers. More roses could always be a safe bet, although… the cost of freshly picked ones would bite into too much of the budget…

Your fingers pinched at the bridge of your nose whilst you forced yourself to take a steady breath. When they slowly slipped from your face, plopping to your side, your head turned back to Gavin. A fresh mind, you thought. With careful intent, you leaned ever so slightly, causing the cushions beneath you to puff in the silence of the room.

“Gavin love, I need your help picking some flowers for the store. I can’t make up my mind.”

Your voice carried itself into a moment of beating silence, the only thing breaking it up being the loud scratching of a 4B pencil. It scratched louder and louder, right until the lead audibly snapped, and your boyfriend let out a grumbly, irritated curse with a small slam of his fist, tossing the wood to the side.

“Whatever you choose will be good,” he grumbled, visibly pocketing his anger as he ran a hand down his cheek. It didn’t stop the pout from gracing your lips.

Standing up from your spot on the loveseat, you slowly waddled over towards where Gavin sat on the wooden floor, all the while getting a better look at the piles of work in front of him. You didn’t stop until you stood just about next to him, your legs gently bumping into him as you bent at your waist to look at what exactly he was doing.

From the looks of it, Gavin had designed the beginnings of a tattoo, something autumn themed if the crayons of oranges and yellows and reds were anything to go by. And, evident by the rough stacks of slightly scrunched up paper, it wasn’t going as well as he wanted. Some sheets of paper had tears in them, the small beads of residue placing the small eraser as the culprit. Others looked like they were scrunched, folded back out, only to be scrunched again and thrown to the floor. The references on the laptop’s dimmed screen were also a mess. Most of the tabs were opened into their own windows, however all but one were shrunk tiny. Amongst the images of forests and grass and twigs and flowers was a wall of black text on a white background.

You raised your brows as your knees bent underneath you and you lowered yourself to sit next to him, “is this for that commission you got a few days ago?”

“Yeah,” he answered, letting out a huff of anger, “and the bastard didn’t give me nearly enough fucking detail.”

Placing a hand on his tense shoulder, you gave it a soft squeeze in offer of comfort, giving him time to shake you off if physical touch wasn’t what he needed. When he didn’t make an effort to move, you slipped the hand behind him, slowly rubbing circles on his back. After a moment, your other hand gently lifted the drawing he was working on before you came over, giving it a light shake to remove any excess lead.

“What did they give you?”

Your eyes moved up to look at him, feeling him relax into your touch before answering, “they want something fall themed. I drew some shit up but apparently there wasn’t enough fucking nature in them.”

Briefly, you glanced at the phone you left behind on the loveseat, before looking back at his work and then up at his face. His brows were still furrowed, deep valleys forming where they wished to meet. His dark eyes were completely still and unblinking, staring murder at the laptop like a hawk would its prey. You noticed the moisture building up on their surface, and with a soft sigh you shuffled your position so that you could easily lean in and placed a kiss on his cheek, the hand that previously examined the artwork now cupping his cheek. “Have you asked them for more details?”

He scoffed, “it’s been a week. Asking now will make me look like a fucking idiot.”

“It wouldn’t,” you defended, but you didn’t push him, instead leaving another kiss on his cheek and lingering near his face for a short moment before pulling away from him completely. You shuffled closer to the coffee table, leaning over its area to look at his work more clearly. “What if you add more flowers?”

“Flowers?”

“Yeah, you said they wanted nature. What’s more natural than flowers?”

With your eyes trained on the array of sketches spread in front of you, you felt Gavin slither an arm around your waist as his body shifted on the ground to sit closer to you and follow your gaze.

“They want the design to be masculine.”

A humm of response bubbled in your throat as you took a minute to think, blinking twice before pointing your finger at the now sleeping laptop. Wordlessly, you tilted your head in request and waited for him to give you the go ahead. When he nodded and gave your waist a gentle squeeze, you instantly reached for the device and pulled it close and into your lap. You were careful as to not close any of his tabs, manoeuvring the cursor around on the big red boxes that threatened to cause trouble, quickly opening a new tab and fullscreening it. It didn't take you long to pull up a few varieties of blooms, mostly choosing ones familiar to your flower shop incase Gavin needed real references, and you pointed to some specific examples.

“If you want the arrangement to be masculine, you want to keep it minimal. Large shapes with varied detail.”

Sunflowers, Lilies. No matter how much you hated to say it, you suggested including vegetables and fruits. Pumpkins namely, to which he nodded. A short while later, his arm left your waist as he returned the laptop to its previous spot and leaned over the table, pulling out a new piece of paper from the misshapen stack and doodling some thumbnail composition sketches. A minute after minute passed as you observed Gavin work, passion for the work making his eyes glitter in concentration. When he was done with a few solid designs – circled in the yet-to-be-broken 3B pencil – you couldn’t stop the proud smile from forming on your lips.

“Huh, would you look at that…” he said quietly, examining his own work.

“I told you-”

He dropped the pencil on the table before twisting his body to the side, quickly wrapping his arms around your waist once again and pulling you onto his lap. One of his arms travelled to your back as he adjusted your position, and when he was happy, he peppered kisses on your face and your neck, causing you to giggle.

When he was satisfied with that, you felt his body physically deflate as he cuddled into you, his breath fanning against the skin of your neck - right before pushing you in front of him so that your back lay flat against his warm chest, his arms wrapped over your shoulders and his legs on either side of your body. Both of you were facing the coffee table, and he pulled his laptop closer, leaving it on top of his drawings as if they weren't as important to him. Closing all the tabs, he gestured at the screen with his hand.

“It’s only fair if I help you with your flower shop.”

You chuckled, “I love you too Gavin.”

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#detroit become human #dbh #dbh oneshot #dbh gavin reed #dbh gavin #gavin reed #gavin reed x reader #gavin x reader #gavin reed oneshot #gavin reed fluff #fluff #reader insert #oneshot #tattoo artist gavin reed #florist reader

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momochiachan · 1 year

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.｡.:*♡ Pop-Confetti Legacy ♡*.｡.:

As a millenial person, I love 90s-2000s aesthetic! Also, I needed a gameplay where I can do stuff that I never did on the sims 4 before, so why not combine them into a brand new legacy challenge? Pop-Confetti has a nostalgic sound to it, that’s the only reason why I chose this name lol, well, also it sounds cute i think~

.｡.:*♡ Let’s get started! first things first... ♡*.｡.:

Home decoration and outfit style of the sims should suit with the fashion of the decade.

There is nothing like “if you fail one rule, you fail the whole challenge” in the Pop-Confetti because I’m terrible at following rules and I understand if it’s too hard sometimes lol. These are rather like guidelines.

Yet, don’t use money cheat I’d say. It ruins the fun.

The decade specific guidelines:

1990s Challenge: Use only the worst computers or use typewriters (there are nice CCs). No social media, no selfies, no funny videos. Use the worst camera to take photos.

Optional Activities: Game at the arcade, go skating. Send postcards on holidays. You can also build a drive-in movie lot and watch films and eat popcorn (we don’t have cars in sims, but well, we can pretend).

2000s Challenge: Slightly better computers. No simstagram, no selfies, no social media profile. Use a camera to take photos.

Optional Activities: If this gen can see the winter and can get the chance to celebrate the new year, it should be perfect. Throw a huge party! If they can see summer only, create a new new year holiday in summer (like in the south pole) and throw a perfect party again. Send postcards on holidays. Also, spend hours on MSN (chat with friends via computer).

2010s Challenge: You can start using laptops. Selfies? Hell yes. You can create a social media profile. Get fast internet lot trait.

Optional Activities: Update your social media profile every day. Take selfies every day. If you see a street protest, attend. Also, you can use the Simda DatingApp mod and find dates online!

2020 Challenge: Well, the nightmare begins: Social distance. Avoid crowded places. When many people come and try to talk to you, use the mean interaction “go away.” Get the fear of crowded places if possible. Do not leave your neighborhood. Live in a lot with simple living and keep your fridge always full.

Optional Activities: Gain weight! The rates of divorce increased during the pandemic IRL, so you can also break up with your partner maybe. Choose your partner as someone totally different than your identity group (for example: if your sim is a white straight woman, marry a black bisexual man).

2025 Challenge: Environment suffers… You can live in the dirty neighborhoods of Sulani or Evergreen Harbor. If you live somewhere else, get some/one of these lot challenges: filthy, landfill lot, and wild foxes (my reasoning is that because wild animals lose their home in forests, they have to find food in urban areas ;-;)

Optional Activities: You can do environmental activities if your sim cares enough. Use gaming mats. And uh… maybe go to space! What else..? if you get an idea, let me know ^^

#1. 1990: Ripped Jeans

(TW: Child neglect)

Because you were a neglected baby, you were taken away by social services and grew up in an orphanage. The orphanage was no good in terms of education, you got no skills, and you didn’t even get the skill to gain skills! But who cares? You believe in yourself. Now you are a young adult, ready to build your life from scratch.

You hate bad parents. Just the idea of it drives you mad! You believe that life taught you how a good parent should be in a harsh way. Well, you aren’t a parent yourself, but, uhh… is that important? I mean, you have been a child…? Anyways, who would know it better than you do! You the best! So you dedicate yourself to informing people about good parenting. Well, you become a parent at some point anyway, but you are so busy criticizing other families that… you lose your baby to social services.

IMPORTANT!: So, normally, when your child gets rescued by social services, they disappear. This shouldn’t happen in this challenge (See Gen #2). You can use MCCC to prevent it and have them adopted by another family.

Scenario: No Skills, No Problem Aspiration of your choice (you don’t have to complete) Traits: hot-headed, self-absorbed, outgoing Career: Education

Start with the “No Skills, No Problem” Scenario on.

Argue about parenting with the other parents and whenever you can’t win the argument, write an article or book about the issue.

Write 3 books on how to make children happy and good parenthood (because you don’t have skills, you have to write in children’s books genre lol)

Have at least 2 kids

Lose 1 toddler or child to social services (the “die in accidents” option for the other households in the neighborhood stories settings should be off)

After losing your child, complete/cancel the scenario and start getting skills along with your 2nd child does.

Leave your career and be a perfect parent to the 2nd kid: Have them the top-notch toddler trait. Knit clothes for your children, cook healthy food for them, have a special activity with them every week (such as watching movies, reading books, eating out, or going on vacation), always assist with the projects, etc.

Max parenting skill.

#2. 1995: Postcards from the Past

You grew up under the wings of perfect care. You are kinda spoilt, your life is excellent, and the world revolves around you. Your parents gave you whatever you wanted until now (or you knew how to take it). Same for romantic relationships.

However, when you are a teen, you eavesdrop on your parents one day and learn that you have a sibling who got taken away years ago! You can’t believe that your perfect parent neglected a child in the past! You desperately want a reunion. No matter what, you are going to find your sibling. You can get whatever you want, right?

Scenario: Well-Rounded Sim Aspiration: Serial Romantic Traits: Self-assured, family-oriented, one of the traits inherited from the previous heir’s partner Career: Interior Decorator/Police Officer (basically any job that enables you to visit random people’s homes) Gender Options: Can’t impregnate nor become pregnant

Complete the aspiration

Complete the Well-Rounded Scenario

Complete your career

Travel house by house and try to find your sibling

Complete postcards collection.

Once you find them, cheat the relationship to the -100 because they hate you and your parents at the moment. You need to gain their love!

At some point, move in with them, or you can also get them as roommates or live in a residential rental together. They will be the parent of the next-gen, and you will help to care for their child (you are not fertile. you can adopt a child if you want, but the heir will still be your sibling’s child. you are free to marry but you should still live with your sibling and their family).

#3. 2000: Shiny Face of the CD

You grew up in a crowded, happy family. You have an aunt/uncle with a serial romantic past; but your parents are nothing like them. They are way more conservative. Your parents are judgmental, especially about people’s love life. They want you to make an “appropriate” marriage within “moral” norms like no sexual relationship out of marriage, if you date someone they better be your spouse in a short while, and it has to be a heterosexual marriage. Will you able to give them what they want or will you follow your heart?

Scenario: Finding love after breakup Aspiration: One of the location aspirations Traits: Proper, Romantic, one of the traits inherited from the previous heir’s partner Career: Shopkeeper (you can additionally be freelancer or enter a job you can work at home)

As a teenager, you are invited to participate in an exchange program. Pick any other household in the save that has another teenager and swap them in manage worlds. Befriend the exchange student. You can have them stay as long as you want (This rule is actually one of the rolls written for the random legacy challenge which is full of amazing ideas! check them out!).

Complete the aspiration

Have a highschool sweetheart, preferably a bad boy/girl.

Have a very well-managed retail shop as a young adult.

Expect a baby with your highschool sweetheart! but they refuse to take care of it.

Make a marriage of convenience with one of your employees before your family notices that you will have a child soon.

Have an isolated room for the baby.

Die as an adult.

#4. 2005: Bankruptcy

You had a pretty interesting childhood... that pushed you to make interesting choices in life. You are definitely not the favorite of your family. You keep making mistakes, but you always laugh them away. You hate school, but also you couldn’t care less. You love eating and cooking even though you cause fires all the time and everybody hates it. You lost your parent so young and now you live with someone hating you and your half-sibling(s). You want to be independent and show everyone that you are actually full of capabilities! You are the star chef of the future!

Oh and also, you want to be rich in easy ways. You love gambling! Too bad that you will lose all the money your family hardly earned...

Scenario: Trouble Maker (optional); Unlucky Chef Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy Traits: Lazy, Clumsy/Glutton, one of the traits inherited from the previous heir’s partner Career: Chef/Mixologist

Start playing cards as a teen and create a gambling club. Have club gatherings every week.

Once you are a young adult lose either family house or retail shop and then set household money to 0$.

Be kicked out of the household. You can get a tent and maybe 100$ with you while moving out. You can use freerealestate cheat but the lot should be empty. This will be a kind of rags to riches.

Enter the chef career while going on gambling by playing cards, don’t wake up llama, and the like games (I guess there is a gambling mod but you can also play it like +50$ when you win the game and -50$ when you lose the game).

Definitely buy the lottery tickets when you get the option.

Complete the career and unlucky chef scenario.

#5. 2010: Twilight

As a child, you loved being in the scouts: getting badges, camping, telling ghost stories, and all! Dark nights you spent in the forest while camping made you love every possibility of occults and mystery. You just would never guess that your story is going to be one of them as well.

Aspiration: The Curator / Outdoor Enthusiast Traits: Child of the islands, Geek, another trait inherited from the previous heir’s partner Career: Paranormal Investigator / Sell stuff you find

Join the scouts as a child & teen

Complete your aspiration

Move to the first gen’s house. Make the house haunted (if you don’t have the pack or you don’t want to play in a haunted house, give the house these lot traits: gremlins, spooky, quake zone). You can use freerealestate cheat if needed.

Live with a ghost. Don’t move out until the ghost achieves something big in their afterlife with your help (for instance get mentor trait and help them maxing 3 skills out, complete a scenario or complete a quest together; if the ghost is a child or teen help them to get 3 positive character values or be an A student; if the ghost is a toddler, max all skills).

Once the ghost is saved, remove them from family and make the house residential again.

After the ghost leaves, change one of your traits into erratic.

Max the medium skill and host a seance every week (if you don’t have the pack, max handiness).

Complete the sugar skull collection (optional)

#6. 2015: Selfie Stick

As a teenager, you hate how you look. You want to be one of those beautiful popular sims at school, you have cool friends but your body insecurity makes you less confident among them. You are obsessed with taking selfies, you want to capture your best look but you can’t find it. You have a bestie from your class and they find you very beautiful already, yet you can’t be convinced.

Despite everything they say, once you are a young adult, the first thing you do is having plastic surgeries. Now you are who you want to be! You start to work as a fashion photographer, meet famous attractive models, and your bestie works as your assistant though you doubt if they still like you as you are. Are they too judgmental? Aren’t you the same person, or did you change? Who does love you for your looks and who for who you are?

Scenario optional Aspiration: Party Animal Traits: Jealous, Art Lover, another trait inherited from the previous heir’s partner Career: Freelance photographer / Style Influencer

Complete the aspiration & career

Max photography skill

Have a photo studio in a public venue

There must be 3 different sims you are attracted to. Try to get out of this love square with the person you finally choose as a partner

Have at least two children and they should be science babies (because you don’t want a pregnant body)

Have very weak relationships with your children.

When you are an adult, you go through a midlife crisis. Do all or some of the following:

Secretly leave home one day and have a vacation alone

Choose a new hobby and max the skill

Change one of your traits

Meet new friends

Make big changes at home decoration

Cheat to get uncontrolled emotions or if you are famous, get emotional bomb quirk

Have some arguments with the family members

Change your fashion style

#7. 2020: Pandemic

You have a competitive, ambitious, career-focused life since your childhood including your relationship with your sibling. You have a very romantic side too, but you always wanted to ignore it. Your heart wants a cute, cozy, loyal marriage while your mind is, embarassed, seeing these feelings as the virus of your success plans. How will you manage your inner conflict?

Scenario: Engaged in Conflict Aspiration: Soulmate Traits: Ambitious, Materialist, another trait inherited from the previous heir’s partner Career: Business/Salaryperson/Law

Grow up as rivals with your sibling and have a competitive relationship with them

Become an A student at school

Complete a part-time job as teen

Study and finish university with honors

Join the Braniacs/Debate Guild and attend at least 3 events of them

Date someone from the guild and catch them cheating on you

Have a freelancer job as a university student

Complete the aspiration, career, and the scenario

After graduation, pandemic begins. Live in a lot with the simple living trait.

Gain weight to the max.

Live with your fiancé who is romantic.

Often have arguments with them about the wedding.

Don’t leave the neighborhood until you are an elder.

#8. 2025: Heat Wave (subjected to change)

Scenario: In the moodlet Aspiration of your choice Traits: Good, Gloomy, another trait inherited from the previous heir’s partner Career of your choice

Move out as a teen and live in air-bnbs (which means other sims’ houses), rental lots & camping areas.

Learn at least 10 different local recipe (San Myshuno, Sulani, Selvadorado, etc.)

During your trips, meet/get closed with your love of life

As a young adult, live in a house made only by pre-made rooms of EA (you can make some changes but keep the general frame and style).

Start the scenario

Your love has a kind of disease that stems from environmental disasters and requires an organ transplant. Yours is compatible with their biology. They will die once they age up.

To be able to save them, you should get the never weary reward trait before they age up (for some reason lol). If you can’t, only choice left is to sacrificing yourself for them. Before doing that, set them up with someone else hoping that they can have their happily ever after.

If you die, play as the partner and organize funeral for your sim. Also name their child after your sim.

If you can save them, get married and move to a lot within a natural paradise. Adopt a child and name them after the first gen.

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