#can’t buy a personality with that cash unfortunately
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#oh look who’s back for some attention#posting hashtag ad content 30 mins. after L’s video dropped#after being quiet as a mouse for six days when people questioned her#being out every night while bf with the broken arm was at home#gotta get that harvey nics coin lol#can’t buy a personality with that cash unfortunately#$
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“companionship.”
pairings: android!hex haywire x m!reader
summary: can a robot and human fall in love?
tw: HYPNOSIS, NONCON, manipulation, yandere, etc. robot sex, voice fetish, onahole, voyeurism. size difference, belly bulging, etc.
notes: i love this cliche au of sex robots and things like that, so here’s my take on it.. with hex.
it’s probably terrible and i guess caters a certain niche, but let me know what you guys think.
today was it - the day you’ve been waiting for! finally, after all your hard work throughout the year, you saved enough money to buy your own, state of the art, artificial intelligence assistant.
and, luckily for you, today was also the grand debut of a brand new line of androids: xsoliel.
your hands were as shaky as ever waiting in line at the mall, double checking your savings to assure yourself you weren’t dreaming. nijisanji’s new line of androids were practically everything anyone could ask for: equipped with unique and interesting designs and personalities for each member, xsoliel offered a variety of services: whether it was for your own selfish pleasure or to help with manual labor, there was surely somebody for you.
..or so, that’s how the commercial sounded anyways. you silently thanked humankind for blessing the world with this era of companion-droids. seeing the ad nearly a year ago, you were star struck at the first all-male line nijisanji had debuted: luxiem.
unfortunately, they were sold out and only resold at steep prices— but, a few lucky online bloggers raved about their features, endless posts about how amazing it was to have an assistant of your own. while they could’ve surely been exaggerating, ever since that moment, you put money aside each week, even taking on extra jobs to make a little more cash to achieve your dream.
and it was finally time to reap your benefits.
while you didn’t know much about xsoliel nor intended to coincidentally buy an android of your own on the day of their newest launch, that didn’t stop you from checking them out. reading the blurbs about each member peaked your curiosity even higher. “a delinquent? people really think of anything these days, huh?” chuckling, you let yourself playfully criticize each member. you quickly bit your tongue, thoughts coming to a halt after reading about a certain individual.
“..what kind of name is hex?” muttering to yourself, you couldn’t hide the faint blush on your face as you stared at the model inside of the store. sleek attire, it almost made him look like a professor than a robot. paired with optional glasses (why did he even need those? can’t he see perfectly?), hex’s design made your heart flutter. his official advertisement described him as a nurturing, gentle servant, perfect for new customers to start off with. illustrated to have a deep, nearly hypnotic voice, hex’s programming was assured to have his users satisfied and satiated with their purchase.
swiping your card at the checkout, you really hoped you made the right choice, signing off a couple waivers and documents the employee had given you.
just a week later, you realized you didn’t regret your decision at all.
living with an ai assistant could only be described as luxury. hex truly was made with a “newbie” owner in mind, and the way he spoke to you sometimes made you wonder who was really in charge. his sweet, charming voice, along with how gentle and kind he was towards you, lifted your spirits instantly.
for instance, hex was a wonderful outlet to talk to when things went wrong — and, as if it was magic, nearly every problem you spoke about washed away the next morning! your problems with coworkers quickly diminished, and you even got the raise you’ve been praying for months now. he’d always offer such delicate touches, hugs and shoulder massages when he notices you’re pent up from a long day. you couldn’t fight off the dreamy, floaty headspace you were in when he was around.
not to mention, hex even did some of the chores while you were at work without being told to. even though you felt too guilty to ask him to clean the house, he didn’t seem to mind, making sure you came home to a clean room and nicely folded laundry each day. hell, he even told you he was looking into cooking, something that wasn’t originally included in his list of abilities. hex seemed to go above and beyond for you each time, amazing you each day.
it was a normal friday night, and you were with him as you always were, spending most of your time with the robot.
“y/n, why don’t you ever want to use me for something else..?” the question made your face feel warm, hairs standing on the edge. you two were cleaning up the kitchen after preparing dinner. laughing awkwardly, you tried to shrug off his curiosity, shining a plate with a dish towel. “well, id never want to force you to do something you didn’t like, silly.”
hex’s brow furrowed, a hint of anger resting beneath the surface. who said i didn’t want to?” for an android , the way he spoke was jarringly natural. your eyes widened in surprise, speechless for a moment. hex talked so nonchalantly about sex, but you had to remind yourself he was still a robot after all. as human as his synthetic skin and olive eyes may look, he lacks a beating heart and flesh.
“i-im not sure i want to. im just not interested in that type of stuff right now..” you let your voice trail off, sitting and washing in silence before hex spoke up dangerously close to your ear.
“you don’t have to lie, baby. i can hear you in the middle of the night when you touch yourself.” his deep voice made you shudder, unable to move. didnt you tell him to shut himself off during the nighttime? you were sure you ordered him not to snoop around, especially on nights that you planned to indulge in yourself. gulping, you laughed awkwardly as hex didn’t seem to budge.
“ah, s-sorry for disturbing you, ill try and keep it down next time..” his hand enveloped your own, forcing you to meet his gaze. goodness, his hands were big. warm, soft, inviting — strong, too. hex squeezed your hands, not bothering to stop when you winced from the pain, smiling. “you don’t have to keep it down. you should let me help you.” the way hex spoke was as if he was demanding you, not letting go until you gave him an answer. “it’s what i was.. made to do, anyways.” his voice was filled with solemn, playing with your heartstrings.
the silence was weighing on your thoughts, biting your lip in anticipation. hex knew how to make you uncomfortable, how to give into his desires and requests even when you didn’t want to — on the surface, at least. “alright, i will..! next time ill let you help me, okay?” you huffed, hex letting go of your hands and putting them on your shoulders instead. “good boy. you’re listening so well.” you hated how warm his praise made you feel.
the next night you needed help came sooner than you thought, shamefully letting hex in when he knocked on the door. the android wasted no time making himself comfortable in your space.
“a-ah, hex, slow down! please!” his hand was wrapped around your fleshlight, pumping vigorously as you squirmed in between his legs. your back was pressed against his chest, caged in the ai’s arms as he pleasured you. he caught you trying to use it to get yourself off, and figured he’d give it a try.
except, he failed to mention that his hands also had a vibrating feature. the soft yet firm jelly of the fleshlight practically whirred against your dick, making the experience all too elevating, groaning as hex held you in his arms. this has to be what those bloggers were raving about, right? hex held the toy at the tip of your cock, squeezing a bit to snap you out of your thoughts. you practically sobbed out, eyes tears from how good his touch felt on your skin.
“yknow, when you look so vulnerable like this, it makes me want to ravage you. who knew my master could be so slutty?” you whined at that, the ai chuckling deeply. you could truly stop him by force if you wanted to, considering you were technically his owner, but god did he make it hard. spreading your legs open so he could continue to jerk you off like the pathetic loser you always were. feeling another orgasm coming, your moans started to get louder, nails digging into hex’s synthetic skin.
“shh, goodness y/n. you’re going to wake up the neighbors if you keep moaning like a slut. hmm..” the man hummed to himself, shuffling around while you were distracted. “maybe i should give you something more, right?” before you knew it, his cock was circling your hole, causing you to panic.
“wait, h-hex! that’s too much, im already tired!” you tried to fight back, scrambling in his lap. his hands held up underneath your legs, holding you in place with his strength. of course he could overpower you — he was a robot, for gods sake. even though you were still painfully hard, you couldn’t imagine having sex with an ai of all things.
that is, until you felt something whirr against your ass.
oh.
of course, that part of him vibrates too. why wouldn’t it? as if hex couldn’t be too good at what he does already, it was as if his manufacturer wanted to overkill him with all these extra functions. hex laughed at your stillness, kissing the back of your neck. “i promise it feels good.”
he didnt bother giving you any warning either, nor waiting for an answer, slamming your hips down and shoving himself inside. even if his cock was lubricated, it still hurt like hell, making you cry out in pain. you’ve never felt so full before — just how big was he? you remember a conversation with the clerk at the store that day when you first bought hex. they had asked you about sizes.. but you thought they were just talking about his height, opting for the biggest size they had available. what an idiot. no wonder the clerk blushed a bit at your response.
slowly, hex rolled his hips against yours, his dick stretching you out against your will. “i always imagined us like this, baby. id take care of you, and you’d.. well, take it.” hex smiled, groaning in your ear as his dick nearly stirred up your insides. your brain couldn’t think of anything to say in response, too full to retaliate against the androids firm grip.
“you look stupid, baby. can you feel me? riiight here? look at how well you’re taking me.” hex’s cool fingers pressed against your stomach, nudging the bulge from his cock and making you whine even louder. your poor little cock was like a fountain, leaking nonstop as his pace didn’t falter.
it felt as if you were the one helping him out in this position. the ai was unexpectedly loud in bed, moaning and whispering about how well behaved you were, and how he’ll spoil you like this everyday from now on. every day? could you even handle that? with how he was taking control, surely there was something wrong with his wiring. you started to think about how to return and maybe get someone to take a closer look at his hardware, before a painfully deep thrust snapped you out of your thoughts.
“o-oh!” you were embarrassed by the yelp you let out, your body trembling before finally releasing, soiling the sheets underneath you two. “it seems like you’re doing a lot of thinking today, y/n. what could possibly be on your mind other than me?” hex, amused, chuckled in response, kissing and licking the back of your neck. “good boy. that’s it, let it out. only think of me from now on, okay?” his voice felt so dreamy; so hypnotic.
“y-yes sir,” you managed to mutter our, much to hex’s chagrin. he didn’t need any recovery period since he wasn’t human, so the robot simply got back to milking you dry, pounding into your tight hole like an animal in heat.
you’d never find out that hex’s model was recalled for several malfunctions and viruses, he made sure of that.
how else would he give you everything so easily?
#male reader#mlm blog#male reader blog#nijisanji x reader#nijisanji en x reader#my fics..#hex haywire#hex haywire x reader#hex haywire x m!reader#hex haywire x male!reader#xsoliel x m!reader#xsoliel x male reader#xsoliel x reader
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COFFEE: PG.13 — meet the parents
COFFEE: tim drake x gn!reader
SYNOPSIS: Tim meets a barista that gives him what he needed most — a large coffee with way to many shots of espresso. Though what happens when just a single action changes the other's life, forever?
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FRIDAY, JUNE 23 2023 - 9:30 PM
DATING A LITERAL celebrity. But dealing with parents who still you’re still eleven is even harder — well, to you at least.
Perhaps you should consider yourself lucky today since their focus wasn’t on you. Unfortunately, their focus was on your partner who was just nodding along to their endless rambles on how they most certainly should treat you right.
“Not that I have any doubts that you aren’t treating Y/N right it’s just,” your mother gestures her hand towards Tim, “You don’t look very, well.”
“Mom!” you whisper scream, appalled at her bluntness. You place a hand on Tim’s thigh as a way of apologizing on your mothers behalf to which he slightly snorted at.
“What? I’m just saying,” she remarks.
Lightly squeezing his thigh in slight frustration, Tim places a hand on yours, intertwining your fingers with his and letting it hang inbetween both of your chairs. Exhaling through your nose, your frustration stars to simmer back down until your father speaks up.
“How much money do you make?”
“Enough,” Tim nods which your father looks at him blankly before sipping on the coffee you made for him. You sigh at their words, hanging your head low in embarrassment making Tim let go of your hand to rub the top of your back soothingly.
“Oh my— you can’t just ask that, especially in public!” your mother scolded to which your father just softly chuckled and nodded.
Wanting to get this interaction over with, you interrupt by saying, “If you guys just want to sit here that’s fine but I gotta get back to work soon so just come back to the counter when you’re ready to order.” You hurriedly push your chair back in when your parents nod — signaling that you were allowed to be dismissed.
FRIDAY, JUNE 23 2023 - 10:27 PM
IT WASN’T LIKE you weren’t used to an overwhelming amount of people in the café, you actually preferred it since it meant you were more likely to get paid more. However, what you weren’t used to were the concerning amount of people crowding the windows just to see a glimpse of the one and only Bruce Wayne.
To be completely honest, you knew for a fact that most of those of reporters outside were from other cities since the main ones in Gotham have been desensitized to the sightings of the local billionaire.
Headlines of Bruce Wayne doing normal daily things in a regular persons life got old after a while — oh wow, he’s at a gas station buying chips! That will definitely get a lot of attention.
The only reason you were freaking out internally was simply because that was that there was close to a hundred people outside the small café which probably made you more nervous than the man in front of you.
“Is there anything else that’d you would like?” you ask, putting on disposable gloves and grabbing the croissant he had requested. Placing it into a small bag you remove your gloves and tap the screen once more.
“No I’m alright,” he said, taking out his wallet for cash and putting the exact amount of money on the counter on top of another bill.
Counting the bills in your hand you raise a brow at the stray hundred given. “Take it as an apology for bringing a lot of people around here.”
Nodding at his explanation you pocket the money and give him his croissant, “Enjoy the rest of your day!”
“You too,” he nods, walking out the front doors and the crowd follows.
You let out a sigh of relief at the lack of eyes on you, resting your hands on the edge of the counter as your heart rate slowed as it had unknowingly quickened at the amount of eyes on your form.
Feeling a comforting rub on your lower back, you turn to see Tim standing there with a smile, “You did good.”
Smiling back at him, you rest your head on his shoulder as a form of relaxation to which he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead in response.
SPECIAL NOTE: i was supposed to post this on Friday but I got distracted by building a Christmas tree 😔
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I’m glad it isn’t someone else.
I’m glad it isn’t another loss of the desperate, the poor, the threatened, the forsaken masses scraped off the consciousness and consciences of those steeped in wealth and power who couldn’t be bothered to care as they drowned.
(Thousands have died and disappeared in the waters of migrant routes. Some make it to the shore. Some are sequestered in camps. Some of them are forced back out and abandoned on rafts in the middle of the sea. Where are their spotlights after the flavor of their misery fades in a day?)
I’m glad it isn’t a brave group there for a good cause rather than a VIP in-person death tour of a submerged mass grave of the unfortunate and abandoned, a trip embarked on only for the sake of its exclusivity.
(Any commoner can look at the pictures of the site on a screen. What’s the point if just anyone can do it?)
I’m glad it isn’t people who had no idea what they were risking, who didn’t have a slew of repeated ignored warnings from experts, repeated ignored signs of danger, repeated ignored near-misses leading up to the sight of the vessel itself, sat inside a tin can that bolts from the outside and steers with a shoddy knockoff of an outdated toy.
(They paid enough per person to save lives. Enough to cover a year’s expenses for whole families. Enough to do something, anything better, for personal pleasure or for the paupers. $250,000 a seat. On a whim. For a little jaunt. In that. Which they saw with their own eyes before ever taking off their shoes and crouching inside. With the ink still wet on the waivers.)
I’m glad it isn’t the story of five people who didn’t know better, who were on a mission, who did not make their respective livings on monetizing a tragedy with exorbitant fees for a ride in a vessel proven again and again to be unsafe and cheaply built, or selling private jets to those wealthy parties who see personal planes as a little treat that’s well worth the cash and carbon emission, or being a billionaire and his college-age son sitting at the head of a company with a stranglehold on energy, fertilizer and chemical production, or being an apparent expert on deep dives and submersibles and having an entire career built around being ‘Mr. Titanic.’
(Five whole lives in that sinking can. Five lives untouched by any of the hundreds of pains and evils and clockwork despair that afflict the majority of the world’s population simply because they did not have money or privilege enough to be permitted a life that isn’t a constant struggle, let alone one of safety or happiness on demand. (No, of course you can’t buy happiness. But the items and actions needed to get to happiness all seem to come with a price tag.))
I’m glad it isn’t yet another update on how yet another group of people who luck never bothered with are suffering and dying for no other reason than their own disposability in the eyes of those who could simply cease to worsen the lives of anyone not themselves, and choose not to.
(Prince Prospero and his friends are safe in the palace and its endless party. The poor are locked out and the Red Death—all Death!—is barred with them. Life has proven they are blessed. Wealth has, anyway, which is just the same. Have enough of it, and nothing can hurt you. Nothing at all. (Who is that gauche man in the bloody mask?))
I’m glad it isn’t someone else.
(It is horror in itself to imagine. The most merciful thought is that implosion made it quick. The unfit window gave way and the crush of the ocean took them all too fast for them to know what happened. Painless. They’re already so much whalefall and the opportunists in the water will leave no scraps of them. But if they are alive?
(It’s too much. Far, far too much.
(No contact, no response. Perhaps even a power failure. It could be they’re sitting in perfect darkness. Even the vacuum of space has starlight. But there’s nothing down there, where they remain too deep for the sun, too high for the twinkle of bioluminescent fish to trundle by the glass.
(Can they steer? Can they move at all? They would come up if they could. They haven’t. Forward, then? Back? Or just endlessly down and down and down until they meet the carcass of the ship they risked their lives to visit up close? Would it be better or worse if a current knocked them along and away from the site? Irony might be a knife too many down there, their lives dwindling away in the extravagant paupers’ graveyard the sea has kept private to all but those endowed enough to come and gawp.
(Even if they reached the surface, even if they survived the nigh inevitable attack of decompression sickness, even then, the only way out is bolted shut from the exterior. They could sit like a bottle on the waves, peering out at the sky and the air and the seabirds, still waiting. Still dying. Clawing at a door that will never budge without somebody to open it for them, as doors have always been opened for them.
(The air is thinning. How much have they dared to waste on talk? Screams, shouts, sobs? Can they even muster the nerve to void their bowels in the convenient plastic baggies that stand in for a toilet when it risks the stench of waste crowding the oxygen? Did they eat before they descended? Or did they hold off, daydreaming of an ample seafood buffet when they returned to shore, filleted and steamed and ringed with little dishes of sauce and butter? Is there food aboard, or was that disregarded as too much clutter, too much risk?
(If they are alive, they are stranded. They are suffocating. They are starving.
(And if they are very desperate, very angry, and very aware, all at once, of what their host—the CEO wielding the off-brand toy with a history of defective operation as their controls, who sued the employee who tried to warn them of the vessel’s faults, who insisted that safety was a waste, who bolted them in a coffin he himself must have trusted to bend the rules of physics and regulation and reality itself in his favor as every other factor of life had bent for him before—has damned them to, perhaps there’s at least one less set of lungs to worry about.
(It's a horrendous idea, of course. Unthinkable. It always is until it isn’t.
(Just like it would be unthinkable to be in the situation those five are in, if they’re alive enough to have any situation now.
(Just like it would be unthinkable to have anyone else in that situation.
(Except.
(Who would that anyone else be, if not these million-and-billionaires?
(Other wealthy travelers lost under water and waivers? The ship up top waited hours before contacting the Coast Guard after they lost contact with the submersible, and that was with the CEO onboard. How long would they have waited for others? Would they have told anyone if they didn’t know there was important kin and associates waiting onshore for news?
(Or perhaps it would be those passionate enough to save and save and save for the chance, for one single extraordinary moment, burning what would be a fortune to them and pocket change to the sunken five, just for all that patience, work, and frugality to be repaid with this? Another handful of nobodies lost to a tragedy born of carelessness and callousness. A lawsuit would ensue, perhaps. No less, no more.
(And the world wouldn’t have batted a lash. Not for lack of care, but for it’s very mundanity.
(Every day. Every day. Innocent people, good people, people living on tightropes and tripwires of varying levels of menace just because they exist in circles that have never and will never graze the gilded impenetrability of the 0.01% who own and choke the planet, they fall to pain and destruction like meat into a grinder. All while that blessed 0.01% rarely, if ever, have a brush with silly things like hardship or consequences or consideration. There are no real Ebenezer Scrooges.
(Though I would like there to be. I’d like a whole miraculous gaggle of them to be rescued from the sea. I want them to come stumbling from their carbon fiber casket, alive and altered. I’d like to see the CEO, the architect of said death trap who has sent multiple people down to those depths without thought to safety or science, to be skewered by his passengers, by the press, by a lifetime of reprisals for all he dared to tout as an enterprise far too innovative to bother with regulation or care for human life. I’d like to see revelations and second thoughts blossom in the survivors and the naysaying corporate heads who sneer at the lag and cost of proper safety measures, of the well-being of people other than themselves, of the powerful reality of nature.
(I’d like a miracle. But if there isn’t?)
I’m glad it isn’t someone else.
#I’m sorry if this is too much. I can’t stop thinking about it and I had to scrape it out of my head.#oceangate#tw: thalassophobia#tw: claustrophobia
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Most of the time, Eddie likes being in jazz band. He likes having at least one class he’s guaranteed to pass. He likes being around music geeks. Likes the smell of the band room and the routine of unpacking and re-packing instruments from cases. But for two days in February, jazz band partners with the show choir for their biggest and most successful (and most unfortunate) fundraiser of the year. Singing Valentines. Where any Hawkins High student can pay a dollar to publicly serenade (or humiliate, if you ask Eddie, but nobody ever does) the person of their choice. And Eddie does not like being in jazz band for that.
Mostly it’s the same story every year: boys’ last minute ploys to get into their girlfriends’ pants despite having failed to get a dinner reservation; girls and their genuine desire to do something sweet for a friend; and, Eddie’s least favorite category, jocks riling each other up.
Monday, February 13th, 1984. Day one of Eddie’s hopefully last year of singing valentines (although who is he kidding, Mrs. O’Donnell is never going to pass him), goes smoothly. He gets to skip his afternoon classes in favor of playing mind-numbingly boring pop songs on guitar to accompany some choir girl whose name he can’t remember. Nobody really pays him any mind, too busy jeering at the valentine victim, and he can let his mind wander to the absolutely sadistic campaign he’s planning for Hellfire. He almost, almost lets himself believe he can get through this stupid fundraiser without incident.
After school, Eddie is loading his guitar into his van, making a mental list of things he needs to pick up from the store before Wayne starts his night shift, when he hears someone shout “Hey freak!” from across the parking lot. He tenses, turns slowly, and sees Tommy H jogging up to him.
“Yo, where do I buy one of those singing things?”
Eddie’s brain takes a minute to realize he doesn’t need to make a run for it (yet), long enough that Tommy has repeated himself (and not nicely, either, why can’t it ever be nicely with these assholes).
“Hey, freak, are you deaf? What’s the deal with the singing?”
One of these days Eddie will tell his high school bullies to fuck right the hell off but today is not one of those days because as much as he hates singing valentines and Tommy (it’s actually too close to call which one he hates more), he does like to support the arts and help fundraise for band and all that shit. And he also really, really doesn’t want to get his ass beat. He digs around in his jacket pocket for one of the order forms and holds it out.
“Uh, just, uh, fill this out and then it’s a dollar.”
With surprisingly little fanfare other than shoving the paper and cash at him with way too much force, Tommy makes his generous contribution to the Hawkins High Jazz Band, and leaves Eddie to stare down at the name written on the order form.
Steve Harrington. To be serenaded in Mr. Sommers’s fourth period history.
“Jesus H Christ,” Eddie moans to himself. As if having a stupid crush on Hawkins’ golden boy wasn’t bad enough, now Eddie has to watch him look embarrassed and maybe blush and do that shoulder punching thing that jocks do to look macho that always makes Eddie think about a firm grasp on his own shoulder and, whoa, okay, not the time buddy. He takes a brief detour to the band room and adds Tommy’s order to their stack for tomorrow, drops off the money, and prays that maybe, just maybe, he’ll be able to get out of it.
Tuesday, February 14th, 1984. Eddie doesn’t get out of it. Instead he spends all morning dreading fourth period. So of course before he knows it he’s in Mr. Sommers’s class, trying to hide behind the tiny frame of a different random choir girl, and playing guitar for King Steve himself.
Steve is, as Eddie had imagined for way too long last night, blushing. A soft rosy flush creeping up his neck and warming his cheeks. Eddie is trying so hard not to stare at his lips, which are curved in a self-deprecating smile. Tommy is in the back row, beside himself with laughter, and Steve keeps briefly glaring over at him before turning back to listen to the performance politely, always the gentleman. Eddie tries to concentrate on playing chords, but he could probably do this song in his sleep, and the siren song of Steve’s hand running through his hair, and his goddamn freckles, is too strong and he can’t look away.
He swears there’s a brief moment when Steve catches him staring, their eyes meeting in an electric charge, before the song is over and the room is filled with jeers and halfhearted applause and Eddie can make his escape with the sinking certainty that he’s never, ever going to get over this crush now that he’s seen what Steve looks like overwhelmed and flushed.
Saturday, February 14th, 1987. Despite the fact that Eddie has spent most of his life criticizing Valentine’s Day for its heteronormativity and capitalist agenda, he’s still a romantic at heart. And this year he actually has someone to romance, someone who doesn’t treat him like a dirty little secret. Someone who he knows, from experience, will blush oh so prettily when given even the slightest show of affection. Which is how he finds himself once again serenading Steve Harrington, this time with a cheesy pop song carefully selected from Steve’s tape collection.
“Sometimes it’s like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull, and cut a six inch valley through the middle of my skull,” Eddie croons, relishing Steve’s heavy gaze on him, soaking in the affection.
“Only you, can cool my desire, oh I’m on fire,” he sings, and hates that Springsteen just fits so right. Because Steve’s face is flaming, and Eddie wants to soothe the burn (preferably with his tongue).
As the closing chords fade away, Eddie waits, loathe to break the silence that sits heavy between them. Steve opens his mouth, closes it, and Eddie is waiting for breathless praise, or something sappy, because goddamn it he deserves it after that.
“Ok, it’s a tie.” Steve is grinning, looking mischievous. Eddie’s confusion must be evident on his face because Steve clarifies: “It’s a tie between this and the first time you serenaded me.”
Eddie gapes at him. “You remember that?”
“How could I forget?” Steve is definitely messing with him, except, there’s something sincere in his eyes. “You had the cutest blush, I thought about it for weeks after.”
Eddie stammers, outraged and more than a little embarrassed. “I can’t believe it, I had the biggest crush on you, I was trying so hard not to stare! There’s no way you noticed!”
And Steve, altogether too earnest, sends Eddie spiraling. “How could I not notice you, Eds? You’re lovely. And not exactly subtle…”
Eddie barely remembers to move his guitar aside before he’s throwing himself toward Steve, murmuring “you’re lovely” and “sweetheart” and “my angel” between kisses. When they finally break apart, breathless, Eddie can’t help but tease, “You know, I’m not sure I’ve maximized my serenading potential. Maybe third time’s the charm…”
#steddie#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things ficlet#i dont even know what this is tbh#my school actually had singing valentines and they were exactly as bizarre as depicted here#also i very much imagine eddie and robin in jazz band together#A writes
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homecoming | a kyo sohma one shot
summary. kyo comes home
❀ kyo sohma x female reader ❀ 1,500+ words ❀ no content warnings ❀
kyo sits perched up against the windowsill, the midday sun shining brightly against his skin.
yet another day had passed without so much as a phone call from you, not that you were planning on calling him in the first place. in fact, it would have been strange if you had called.
he stopped counting the days, stopped looking at the calendar at all, as to not be reminded of how many days he’s spent without you.
unfortunately for kyo, the calendar wasn’t the only thing that reminded him of you. it was just about everything; the smell of a bakery because you’d always pick a treat to you share or the flowers blooming in the spring because you liked to pick them for him.
sometimes he loved being reminded of you so much, it was a footprint that you had even existed in his life. however, on days when he was too in his own head, things went sour real quick.
the most repetitive thought seemed to be how he was at fault for pushing you away, which he already knew was very true. he just…hated admitting it. he hated himself for how he hurt you and drove you away, never to see or hold you ever again—
“taking a sun nap today, kitty?” shigure jolts the door open, startling kyo and interrupting his inner dialogue, doing so with an innocent smile.
“ah! don’t you knock?” kyo shouts, almost falling out of his seat.
“not in my own home,” shigure sasses. “anyway, i need you to stop by the market for me. i forgot to on my way home. here’s some money and the grocery list.” he extends his hand with the money and paper in hand as kyo glances between the two with an annoyed stare.
”why do i—“
“great! thank you for being such a big help! oh, but don’t you want to change first?”
with an offended look, kyo takes ahold of his shirt with confusion. “what’s wrong with this one?”
“ugh, how disgusting! you’ve been wearing it for three days! here,” shigure rummages through the laundry bin filled with clothes kyo should’ve folded two days ago, “wear this one!”
kyo nabs the shirt flung in his direction, giving it an inspection. his face contorts into a frown, knowing it was your favorite shirt he wore. before kyo can argue again, shigure is already out of the room and presumably no longer willing to chat on the matter.
groaning as much as he possibly can, kyo throws the shirt on and stuffs the money in his pocket before heading on his way.
the walk is brief and notices a much bigger crowd than usual today…great. the culprit being a pop up flea market right in the center of downtown and, unlucky for him, in front of the market.
although annoyed by the noise and crowds that hoarded the streets, kyo can’t help but smile knowing that you would’ve dragged him here all on your own and, despite what he says, would’ve enjoyed it too
it felt like the universe was especially mad at him today as he passed by a ramen stand you two had frequented, a street artist you would’ve loved to buy art from, and a flower stand he would’ve bought you flowers from.
when entering the much less busy store, kyo is tentative and grabs everything shigure had requested, even throwing in some extra items he knew the house was running low on.
he chuckles to himself; if you were here, you’d call him such a “thoughtful boy,” and he’d enjoy it too.
handing the teller the appropriate amount of cash, kyo waved him off as he exits the shop. the noise from outside resumes as kyo does his best to avoid thinking about you as much as possible, which was difficult to do considering where he was.
it seemed as though the crowd had picked up whilst he was busy, excusing himself as he passed by others.
maneuvering his way around the crowd, kyo grows irritable and overwhelmed as the sea of people is relentless.
pushed from another passerby, kyo is shoved into someone in front of him with enough strength to knock them to the ground.
he grabs the persons hand, preventing them from hitting the concrete or being trampled by the crowd. “ah! im sorry, i—“
kyo rapidly blinks. making sure the sight in front of him is real and not some cruel joke the universe was playing. there you were, attached at the hands, staring right back up at him.
“kyo?”
this time, the surprise is enough to startle him, and he lets go of your hand causing you to fall to the ground.
“y/n? i mean, uh, here let me help you up,” he insists, taking your hand once again and leading you to a bench to regather yourself. “i didn’t mean to let you go, you just scared me,” he explains, nervously scratching the back of his neck.
you giggle, “i figured.” you swipe off the dirt of the floor from your outfit, reorganizing all the things you had bought in your bag. “i should get going,” you trail off, looking for an exit away from the crowd and your ex boyfriend.
“wait—i…at least let me buy you lunch? as an apology for dropping you?” he suggests, his cheeks flushing a soft red while pointing to the ramen stand down the block.
you look over your shoulder, immediately recognizing it as one you two had gone to quite often when you were together. you chew on the inside of your cheek, anxiously wondering if this was a good idea.
kyo notices your apprehension before showing you the money he had in his wallet, “i’ll pay.”
laughing at his joke, you nod your head knowing he was too gentlemanly to ever let you pay anyways.
you wiggle through the crowd, kyo’s hand instinctively wrapping around you ever so gently so no one would bump or push into you, just as he did not even 5 minutes ago.
“hey! haven’t seen you two in awhile; glad to see you two are going on strong. the usual, i presume?” the older gentleman running the stall smiles, glancing between the two of you as you take your seats.
neither of you wonder if you should mention your relationship status to him, knowing it would probably break his heart to do so.
“yes, of course,” you smile as he begins preparing your plates.
the two of your find yourselves sitting in an uncomfortable silence that neither of you knew how to get out of.
kyo knew he should apologize, but he didn’t know how. the words…they were never as good as they sounded in his head. they always came out…wrong…but he wanted to say something, anything.
when he glanced over at you, who is mindlessly staring into space, his face softens. you were so sweet, so kind; he doesn’t understand how someone like him could have ever been with someone like you. more importantly. he doesn’t understand how he was idiotic enough to lose someone like you.
“you’re staring,” you say, bringing the glass of water to your lips without batting as so much of an eye to him.
snapping kyo out of his inner monologue, his cheeks flush a deep crimson red as he shoots his eyes forward. “what? no—i—“
“it’s okay, if you weren’t already looking at me i would be looking at you,” you admit.
as the bowls of ramen arrive, you remove the chives that garnished his bowl and replaced it with the egg that did so, yours. kyo’s eyes just follow your hands; so quick and natural as if you had been doing it every day since you had met him, which it felt like you had.
“you didn’t—“
“you don’t like chives, i know that,” you interrupt as matter-of-factly as you could. “i know you, kyo,” you state, emphasizing each word.
“better than anyone,” he adds, not bothering to eat anything and opting to poke at his food instead.
your eyes glance between the empty spot between you two and your bowl, taking some noodles between your chopsticks. “so, when are you going to ask me to be your girlfriend again?”
the chopsticks between kyo’s hands’ clang against the wood of the bowl as his perspiring grip cause them to slip through his fingers. but you don’t bat an eye as you consume your meal, satisfied with that type of reaction out of him.
“i’ve been waiting so long for you,” you softly admit.
you can feel kyo’s shocked stare at the side of your face, but you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eye.
“i thought you gave up on us…”
kyo sighs, feeling the bitter burn at the back of his throat when it has, in fact, been the opposite.
“…until i bumped into shigure earlier day and he told me you were still in love with me.”
the flush in his cheeks deepens as his hands slap his cheeks.
“so that’s why shigure wanted me to come here today…” he grumbles.
your giggles slip through your lips because, although you don’t know what he means, you can assume shigure had been scheming.
he sighs, leaning against the table to stare at you. “i missed that laugh…i really want to make this up to you,” he confesses.
using the napkin in your lap, you nod your head. “if you’re asking me on a date kyo sohma…” you lean in and kiss his cheek, “…i accept.”
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Zodiac Signs Most Likely to Get RICH and FAMOUS
Yeah, we all want to be those. Rich and famous sounds like THE lifestyle to have. Unfortunately, that too is reserved to some Zodiac signs that fit the bill perfectly.
That’s not to mean that you can’t get rich and famous if you’re not on this list, you could always be the next Silicon Valley millionaire.
Only you’ve got more circumstantial chances if you do find yourself on this list. Due to their motivations, overall stubbornness and ambition or overall lack of empathy to the workers they’re exploiting, these are the four Zodiac signs that are most likely to become millionaires. By any means necessary.
#1. Taurus
No surprise here. While Taurus is known to be the sleepyhead, stubborn, hungry little hippo, Tauruses comprise a lot of the world’s richest persons. That’s because you need money to be able to nap a lot and eat a lot, which means they are more incentivized than the rest of us to build an empire.
Taurus is ruled by Venus, which is not only the planet of love, but also the planet of luxury, enjoying life, expensive things, and overall money. This means that a Taurus is born with a love for the boujee, and a bigger chance than anyone to actually get that bag, no matter what.
And it’s not just their innate luck, either. Apart from being couch potato hedonists, Taureans are actually quite hard-working, well organized and very ambitious.
That luxe lifestyle has to be supported by something, so that’s when their ambition kicks into high gear and has them working hard (and resting hard). In this aspect, you could consider a Taurus a more chilled out Capricorn.
#2. Aquarius
Well, this might surprise some people. You would not want to believe that humanitarian Aquarius cares so much about material gains. They’d much rather collect dead animal bones in the forest and do crazy eyeliner looks on themselves.
But their out-of-this-world (as they call it) personalities do really well in the workforce. That’s cause they are not focused on the end goal of making money, but rather having fun and helping society.
And you can’t actually help humanity if you’re dirt poor, so sacrifices must be made. Being such oddballs, fame can come quite easily for an Aquarius. Not only are they interesting, but their innate ability to just turn off their emotions and convey whatever they want is quite useful for the public eye. And for being serial killers, but that’s not what we’re talking about today.
They are also the most likely to get into witchcraft, so that can certainly be a massive advantage over other, more practical signs. If spiritual entities older than the Earth itself now want for crazy Aquarius Tina to be a wildly successful movie star, who are we to say no?
#3. Capricon
A Cap might not get famous for their wild bangers music album, but they will certainly climb on top of the corporate ladder during their lives. Have you seen their work ethic? Have you experienced a Capricon in a group project?
Not only are they used to carrying dead weight (looking at you, Cancer), but they will actually go above and beyond to ensure that what they’re delivering is the best. No exceptions.
A Capricorn will race anyone to the top and if by any chance, at one point they will lose the lead, they will bite ankles to return to the podium.
There’s no exception. A Capricon will sell their soul to get to the top then use their money and overall persuasion tactics to buy it right back from the devil.
Do not mess with these guys. Even if they’re the nerds now, they will probably be the ones you will work for in the future. You, your parents, friends, pizza delivery guy, mechanic, boyfriend, dog and your favourite celebrities. Your fairy godmother. Jeff Bezos is a Capricon.
#4. Virgo
Finishing up with the nerds of the Zodiac, of course, Virgos have massive chances of being rich. Famous? Who knows? I bet they don’t actually care, anyway. They just want that cold, hard cash, for their cold, hard hearts.
Whether this means working their friends for all they got or working themselves into an early grave, a Virgo won’t be satisfied until they run multiple businesses, invest everything they’ve got into crypto and the stock market, then steal candy from babies to top off their fortunes.
Their stellar organizational skills and their sheer determination to prove, once and for all, that they are the best at all they do will translate into a pretty sizeable fortune. To this, you would probably want to say: “hey Virgo, can you just stop and smell the flowers for a second?”
The reply to that will invariably be Virgo buying a ticket to a botanical garden, taking the most advantageous route through it that allows them to smell all the flowers in the shortest amount of time, then ordering a Flower Smelling Champion trophy for their office.
#Zodiac#Zodiac Signs#ZodiacFacts#astrology#astrology signs#Aquarius#Aries#Cancer#Capricorn#leo#libra#Sagittarius#Pisces#taurus#scorpio#Gemini#virgo
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Disney Song! Yuu [Submission Edition]
Submission by Seajellyx go check them out they're amazing this is amazing I'm combusting in happiness I-
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i absolutely love your disney song yuu stuff <33
i’ve been brainrotting about it recently, so here are some assorted thoughts:
so you know how there are certain games and media that incorporate music into their battles or fighting? like rhythm games or hypnosis mic? think of an mc that fights,,, with their voice.. they already sort of use their singing to help in certain situations, but i mean actually battling.
learning different strategies and songs for certain situations, practicing or “sparring,” either with a partner or by themselves, learning which songs can pacify, which can harm, and which can heal, learning how different tempos and pitches change their impact. memorizing those songs by heart, and in the heat of battle, pulling just the right notes and lyrics to completely demolish their enemies with just a song.
imagine yuu learning as they go through their years at night raven, honing their skills until they’re able to heal or power up their allies, or demolish entire armies with hellfire or powerful shockwaves, just from a song.
on that note, a yuu that plays an instrument!
i think that would make their songs all the more powerful, since the accompanying melody boosts the power of the lyrics. (bard yuu lol) the characters that play an instrument would definitely want to do a duet. there's not much to say ab it i just think it's neat.
yuu in the light music club
chaos ensues.
cater, kalim, and lilia are ECSTATIC, every cult member and/or yuu stan is clamoring to join the club (but oopsie daisy unfortunately we can’t fit any more members in our band :) sorry~)
and also yuu is banned from singing the Forbidden Tunes during club activities, for safety reasons
but they’re still a great singer! along with cater’s voice, lilia’s guitar skills, and kalim’s drumming, they make for a harmonic team. the band both writes their own music and does covers. (do you think that because twst is a disney game, any twst song or any song written in tw is a Lyric?? could yuu literally just write their own spells????!)
and the club does shows every once in a while! they even get cool themes and costumes. (tickets sell out shockingly fast, it’s brutal (azul is punching the air))
possible band names could be: siren and the songbirds (personal fave), nightingale(s), fantasia, and sirensong
me beating my boyband(gn)/faux kpop group au urges back with a stick
yuu does regular performances at the mostro lounge!
sometimes they’re planned, sometimes they’re a surprise event, and sometimes yuu just gets up on stage and starts busting out the tunes
occasionally, it’ll be a big event, one that you have to buy a ticket/reserve a seat for. and the lounge is decorated and yuu has a fancy schmancy outfit and all that good stuff~
but most of the time it’s a more casual (as casual as mostro lounge can get, anyways) thing. it’s a regular night at the lounge, yuu is wearing a simple yet lovely outfit, and they’re up on the stage crooning some relaxing jazz~
azul is having the time of his life raking in that sweet sweet cash and some sweet sweet eye candy, floyd has had to be held back several times from hopping onto the stage, jade is just enjoying the music, and every yuu stan is either dying of happiness, or crying themselves to sleep (if they didn’t manage to snag a ticket/reservation)
(i like to think that pomefiore (mostly just rook and vil, really) and/or crewel does yuu’s hair, makeup, and overall styling)
finally i actually submitted these, sorry for taking so long lol
there is actually more where that came from so stay tuned? lol
Seajellyx you amazing bean I just vwfafgbbdvca-
#submission#twst#disney song yuu#twst imagines#twst scenarios#zxqfhrjhdvvdv my brain's just hyped on happy hormones rn this is so amazing-
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Cas!!! You work with kids right? I need your help!
What do you wear to work?
I have placement in a high school in 6 weeks for 2 weeks and I have no idea what to wear. I’d need to dress professionally, and my family keeps telling me to wear certain clothes that I don’t want to wear bc of my dysphoria but obviously I can’t tell them that.
So what clothes are comfortable and professional at the same time?
Thank youuuu
Hi!
I do :D
So, without knowing your gender expression I'm not sure what to specifically advise, so I'll give you some general suggestions.
First, especially as a new person in the school, make sure to check to see if there is a dress code. Most schools have an employee dress code. (Mine doesn't, I'm lucky!).
As far as WHAT to wear, here's some things I've learned:
If you're wearing a dress or skirt, nothing too tight or short. Go for long and flowy, or you could have an unfortunate accident. Also, you could wear spanx/biker shorts under them for added safety.
For a more feminine look that's still professional, I like wearing a top tucked into wide-legged flowy pants. It's very comfortable and interchangeable.
For more masculine days, I usually do button downs, either over a tighter shirt or buttoned up. I'll pair that with jeans because I'm allowed, but if you're not, you could find some slacks with some stretch to them.
In general, buy things with stretch to them, especially if you're not stick thin. Most jobs working with kids involve a lot of movement and you want to be comfortable.
If you want to get away with dressing a bit more casual, the best way to do it is by wearing school clothing. I.e. if the school has clothing with their logo on it, try to grab something if you have the cash. I can get away with walking around in a sweatshirt because it has my school's logo on it.
Adults will judge you on if you're appropriate. Kids will judge you on if you're in style. But honestly, as long as you're not outrageously dressed, kids don't care too much.
Tiktok has a lot of ideas. Teachers love to post their 'fits' and I've gotten ideas from them. You could search 'masc teacher outfits' or 'femme teacher outfits' or 'gender neutral teacher outfits' and I'm sure a lot will come up.
Stay away from white. Just....stay away. Even working with older kids...if you get something on it, there goes your whole day.
Keep a change of clothes in your car. Trust me.
Hope that helps, and good luck! You got this! <3
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I was re-reading next of kin and all of a sudden I don't know how or why I had this urge to read something sakura with an alpha/omega dynamic and to my surprise there were none?? except the one shots. Then I searched up if there are any new innocent sakura fics but nooo Like umm what should I do now it's not like I can write it myself I don't have the talent😭 So here I am to ask if u have any fic recommendations regarding this Cause it may be my guillty pleasure readng innocent/naive sakura😣
FRIEND & FELLOW PERV, thank you for this ask! Can I ask which part of the re-read you were on that inspired this feeling?? I’m dying to know! For science. 👀
Totally agree that ABO somehow missed the Naruto fandom entirely, lol. I am aware of only one: Heart Under a Blade by fineillsignup. It starts as genfic and a kind of cultural exploration/meditation on omegaverse dynamics (I really do enjoy the sociological approach). I haven’t finished yet due to Life and Other Interruptions, but you may want to give it go! Tagged endgame KakaSaku.
As for a naive or innocent Sakura...that I can help with. *opens trenchcoat* 😈
Like darkfic? cherry blossoms in your hair and cotton candy on my tongue by PolarityPrison is such a guilty pleasure! MadaSaku longfic. Not for the faint of heart. Very victimizable Sakura.
Thanks to the heathens who were thirsting for bisnonno!Madara throughout NoK (and @sarcastic-mommy and @kendochick-moor‘s bad influences), I’m also 70k into an BDSM-ish AU MadaSaku. Sakura is a smart graduate student studying to be sex therapist, but there are *some* things she doesn’t personally know much about at all...until Madara buys her at a charity auction, oops.
Can’t resist a little teaser:
The place was packed by now, so close to the start of the auction. The wild elbows of half-drunk patrons threatened to nail her in the face, and she was short enough that actual ducking was occasionally required. Patiently waiting her turn was getting her no closer to the bar, and Sakura had to be more aggressive about it.
Unfortunately, even once she finally reached the bar, the bartender didn’t seem to see her. Maybe he could smell the financial desperation on her—who knew—but for whatever reason he served half a dozen people who arrived after her while she futilely tried to catch his eye.
A tall man stepped up right beside her and immediately got the bartender’s attention with a flick of his wrist, infuriating her. “A whiskey, neat,” he ordered in a low voice.
She waved incredulously at the bartender, whose eyes still somehow didn’t inadvertently flicker to her though they were on the person literally beside her, unable to understand how she was this invisible—
Then a polite hand on her shoulder almost made her jump out of her skin.
She looked up—
—and up—
—into the eyes of the very tall stranger beside her. “And what are you having?”
She flushed, swallowing. He was older, but good-looking, with wild dark hair and intense, lamp-like eyes. Like spotlights. He must have noticed her struggles. “I—thank you, that’s very kind, but I can—”
“What are you drinking?” he repeated softly.
Now thoroughly embarrassed, she managed to eek out, “Wine, please. Thank you.”
“Red?”
“Yes, how did you—?”
A half-smile that was more of a patronizing smirk appeared. “Lip stains.”
Sakura reached up to cover her mouth with her hand, vaguely horrified.
The man turned to the bartender and gestured toward a specific vintage, tossing cash on the counter. He handed her glass to her, still wearing that same vaguely demeaning expression. “Enjoy.”
Through her shock, Sakura felt her face melt into a glare. The stranger noted her expression and the tightness of her grip on the stem of the glass with attention, and perhaps a kind of bizarre satisfaction. Then he sauntered off without even giving her a chance to offer to reimburse him.
#asks#madasaku#multisaku#I used to demand all my heroines were flawlessly cunning and strong#my tastes have matured and sometime I just want them to be eaten alive looooool#naruto fic
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hey y'all! this is peyton [sh/th, 21+, cst—also the mun of selena, dylan, mouse & dabin] and i'm stoked to be here with an older idol-verse character of mine, lee hyeon. he's just some dude who decided he wanted to be a rapper one day and never looked back. you can view his stats here, his pinterest here & read all about him under the cut.
born november 18, 2002, lee hyeon is the only son to a catholic priest & a schoolteacher :~) talk about a set-up for failure…
the earliest chunk of his life is fine—obviously his parents are more than willing to take care of a baby, but the older he gets (and the busier THEY get), hyeon’s pretty much left to his own devices. as a toddler, his parents take turns pushing juice boxes into his hands and making sure he’s occupied by the tv; by the time he’s ~12ish, it’s a “here’s ₩10,000 to get some food after school, we’ll be home late so don’t wait up” type of deal probably 4/5 nights a week.
he doesn’t care, really; or at least he doesn’t feel like he does @ the time. he has some friends that he’s really close to, so he fills up his time with those friends rather than worrying about his parents—until he can’t anymore. by the time he’s turning into an angsty teenager, he thinks a lot about his family situation & how his dad is out there “serving the community” but failing to serve his family and how his mom wouldn’t know his favorite movie if asked, like… these things chip away at a person!!!
it doesn’t help that his parents kind of have a “business” r/s; not really in love like they were once upon a time, just staying together because it’s easy (and it would be shameful for a priest to divorce—plus, in the catholic church, he wouldn’t be allowed to remarry so long as he stayed a priest) but anyways… hyeon didn’t have a good example of filial OR romantic love in his early life, which resulted in him being emotionally unavailable and having zero respect for his parents 🤙 oh yeah!
his life is like this: church services on sunday / pretty much no interaction with his parents any other day of the week unless it’s thru sticky-note messages around the house / go to school half the time, skip the other half / waste time with his four best friends / play league of legends all night / daydream of being a rapper like… obviously a very fulfilling life
anyway i’m really not trying to make y’all learn every minute detail of hyeon’s life story here so i’ll say tl;dr he got really into rap/making beats around 13/14ish, started a yt channel w his friends at 15, had a joke song go viral on yt that same year which kind of made him realize how starved for attention he was/how much he really WANTED to rap??!? / applied and got onto season 3 of high school rapper at 16, placed 3rd, signed with canvas labs the next year and consequently dropped out of high school to focus on music/training and ultimately severed his ties with his parents like… he obviously didn’t have time for church anymore/the desire to go and him turning his back on the catholic church AND dropping out of school??!? spitting on everything his parents stand for fr fr
worked part-time as a mechanic’s assistant while he was training, up until newave started prepping for debut—in this time, he got really into cars, got his driver’s license & then got into racing; super into racing go-karts!!! he still does some side work for his former boss from time to time for pocket cash: uses this money to support his love for designer clothes mostly or buy shit for his own car, which is a 2008 mitsubishi eclipse spyder that his former boss gifted to him (was a piece of shit at the time, required extensive work and is still a pain in the ass unfortunately)
as of march 2024, is a (somewhat) newly debuted idol—does not take it particularly seriously, and it’s not his career end-goal. ultimately he wants to produce a bunch of music for the group (and potentially for other groups), get rich off royalties, drop the group and return to the “real” rap/music scene… u know how it goes… selfish selfish man!
all in all hyeon is literally just some guy with a chip on his shoulder. he views other people as disposable, so he doesn’t care to get particularly close to anyone—but even if he does, he’s a pro when it comes to burning bridges & never looking back. if you have nothing to offer, hyeon has no interest; and if he has no interest, he won’t fake it. a lot of this is just a result of him having to be independent from a young age & (ideally) something he will grow out of in time :~) very hot and cold type of dude: might be nice to you, might not, and it’s always up in the air as to what side of him you’ll get 🤷♂️ but even at his nicest, he’s pretty rough around the edges—tough love is his speciality!!! will do anything for a laugh (or just for attention lbr), bitches & complains constantly but will still do what’s asked/expected of him, shows that he cares in quiet ways like carrying your bags/luggage or ordering a large fry for u instead of the regular like… he will not be caught dead doing any sappy/sentimental shit but if you mean anything to him he’ll never forget a thing u say…. he’s a villain fr but maybe he can still be redeemed.
other trivia: was a smoker for about 6 years, recently switched to vaping but is trying to quit completely because It’s Unbecoming Of An Idol (re: management caught him a few too many times) / was active in the underground rap scene for a little bit before he joined canvas labs, was never well-known ‘cause u know… he was like 17… but he went by the name sweendakk and still has a soundcloud profile under that name / as a celebrity, has a very loud, goofy, rambunctious & mischievous persona—all of his shit-talking and impulsivity is sanded down into something endearing (or at least halfway palatable) for the sake of selling an image; kind of whiplash when you meet him irl and he’s really just a jackass / king of pacing. catch him furiously walking back and forth at your local grocery store / used to be really into weight-training, currently is on more of a cardio kick—regardless, he’s a healthy guy & much stronger than he looks / catholic guilt but i’m sure you saw that coming / dishonest, will tell you a blatant lie straight to your face KNOWING that you know it’s not true. a shameless man with not much to lose. aiming to change that. there we go…
plot ideas
head’s up that i love extensive plotting—this is not at all a requirement & i’m also down to just jump into a base idea and see where it goes!!! but!!! if you’re like me and you love to yap about every little detail!!! i will never tell you no!!! anyways…
naturally, one of his close friends from before he was an idol. ideally this would be someone born around '00 to '03 who was generally up to no good as a kid/teenager: hyeon was shit at showing it, but he lovvvveddd this person and still thinks fondly of them despite having cut them (and the rest of the friend group) off when he signed with canvas labs. thinking he might be reaching out to them again soon, so let's hope they haven't changed their number...
that one member of hi-fi he’s trying to rizz up ‘cause no way you’re gonna have hyeon living right beside a girl group and not expect him to cause problems… i’m open to discuss any/all details of their dynamic, but my idea for this is that he’s initially interested in her for very shallow reasons but ultimately she ends up becoming a muse for him (causing him to write songs such as this and this that he shares with her, but doesn’t actually release until much much later in his career when he ought to be leaving her name out of his mouth) and is someone he has every element of a relationship with without actually dating her—but in these early days of newave & hi-fi, there’s still an understanding within the groups that she’s “hyeon’s girl” but it never actually becomes something and in the end she cuts it off ‘cause hyeon can’t/won’t commit to her… wasting this poor girl’s time fr fr... all i'm saying is we're at the perfect time of the year for them to have a summer fling
various meet uglies because hyeon's a menace to society. your muse has the same workout schedule as hyeon & he's sick and tired of them hogging the one (1) working treadmill, your muse is also a celebrity (preferably someone with a higher profile than newave) and hyeon mistakes them for an employee at this appliance store where he was sent to buy a new microwave for the dorm, you bring your car in on the one day a month hyeon happens to be helping out at this mechanic shop and no way you've got an idol telling you your car is a piece of shit (as if you don't know that already) (is this a fever dream?), your muse is buying laxatives or lice shampoo or some other embarrassing item and hyeon's trying to rizz them up when they really just don't want to be noticed at all, alternatively hyeon's trying to rizz your muse up while HE'S buying something embarrassing and they can't take him seriously because of it, etc etc etc... if you have any ridiculous ideas PLEASSSE send them my way! i love these types of things!
i already know hyeon's putting those nda's to work... your muse is/was a fan so hyeon had a relatively easy time pulling them, talked a bunch of shit about how they couldn't reach out to him anymore/needed to delete his number but he's the obsessed one now (never meet your idols)
hyeon thought he could outdrink your muse but he's never been more wrong in his life. he wakes up with the worst hangover he's ever had and a text from an unsaved number saying some shit like "don't forget - you owe me a yacht"
anything... i'm a lover of strange & unusual plots, silly plots, intense plots, etc etc... pleassseee give me whatever u got!
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I moved to Japan last September, and one thing I was looking forward to a lot was attending Dolpa. I went to the one in December where they had Marie Antoinette, who I really wanted. Unfortunately, they sold out while I was in the queue which was a bummer. I had fun at the event buying stuff from various artists (if you haven’t been to a Dolpa in Japan, imagine the artist alley of a typical convention but only doll stuff)however I was a bit sad that I missed out on some stuff due to the artists selling out. Later that week I went on Instagram and discord and saw non-Japanese people with Mary Antoinette. The dolls release at Dolpa almost month earlier than other release methods (online, V0lksUSA), so these must have been from Dolpa. I said something like ‘omg! You were at Dolpa too?!’ because I thought I could have met those people! But what they told me have me some mixed feelings. They hadn’t attended the event at all but had paid proxies to buy the dolls for them. I didn’t think much of it at first, but then I started to see more and more dolls - Marie, Lady Oscar, even the D0llfie dreams that were also available, that people had acquired via proxy without attending the event at all. I also started to realise that a lot of the people with dealer and artist items had also paid proxies to get them. I thought about how I had been at the actual event, in the line, and missed out, while some proxy had made a tidy profit. It made me a bit irritated. Now another Dolpa is coming up, and I am literally seeing proxies advertise ‘slots’. Am I the only person who feels very uncomfortable about this? When people who attend the event miss out, but people who fork over cash to a proxy who is definitely using multiple people to buy up multiple dolls… it gives me a very negative feeling. Here in Japan, this practise is known as ‘Tenbuyer’ (combination of tenbai (resell) and English ‘buyer’ and is looked down on with disgust.
When I attend spring Dolpa, how many people in the same line as me are ‘tenbuyers’ profitting off people so desperate for new dolls they can’t even wait until the international sales…? It’s a bit depressing, to be honest. I am in a small chat group of Japanese hobbyists and was venting about it, and they told me that the tenbuyer thing is a huge problem now, and there are many hobbyists who distrust foreign buyers because of it. I only joined this hobby in the last 2 years or so, so I didn’t know the problem was this bad. I don’t want to shame the people who have paid proxies to acquire dolls from events they aren’t attending, however I would like them to consider why they aren’t just using the regular release methods.
For dealer and artist stuff, I know there isn’t any other way to get it sometimes, but the dealers themselves are starting to cotton on to their stock going to tenbuyers who sell it to people overseas instead of people who have paid to attend the event and are missing out. This is a messy post and I might not be very clear in my opinions. Thank you for reading until the end. I am sure many comments will call me selfish. Some of you may have acquired dolls you wouldn’t have otherwise, and maybe that isn’t a bad thing. However, I don’t think proxies should be profitting so much over this
~Anonymous
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the letterbox series ; chapter seven - the gardener
paring: the boyz juyeon x gn!reader
genre: time travel au, fluff, angst
warning: none
word count: 961
taglist: @deoboyznet @winterchimez @mars101 @cloverdaisies @uwu0clock
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The next morning I woke up in my bedroom, strange, I thought. I usually wake up in the basement, but that’s besides the point, my bedroom looked different again. I began snuggling further into the sheets, however unfortunately for me, the loud and obnoxious sound of a lawn mower began circling my house.
There was no point in going back to sleep since it doesn’t seem like the person outside would be done anytime soon. Getting up, I put on my slippers and headed to the bathroom. As soon as I exited the restroom, mother began calling for me.
“Y/n, honey, come down please”
“Yes mother, I’m coming”
As I arrived in the living room, mother was at the sliding door, sipping on her coffee as she faced the double doors facing the outside lawn.
“Good morning Y/n! Come have some breakfast!”
I nodded, but couldn’t help but notice the mysterious boy outside mowing the lawn, he wore a short sleeve shirt which highlighted his nicely toned arms, while the sun perfectly shined on his dangerously sharp jawline.
“Mother, who is that outside mowing our lawn?”
“Oh, that’s Juyeon! He volunteered to do our yard work for some cash. Said he’s saving money for a gift– Don’t you think he’s handsome?”
“Mother!”
“What? He said he noticed you reading in the park and asked for your name”
“He did not! Mother!”
“Oh, looks like he’s done! Here he comes!”
I stood there stunned, the mysterious boy who appeared in front of me was like no other. His skin was smooth, a tall nose, and I couldn’t help but notice how tall he was.
“Hi! I’m Juyeon! I asked your mother if I could mow her lawn since I’m saving money to buy a gift for my little brother”
I was speechless, enamored by Juyeon. It felt almost illegal how I was able to look at such a gorgeous statue– I mean goodness. His smile was so sweet and his sweaty hair perfectly framed his face, and god, his voice was as smooth as velvet.
“Uh, Hi! I’m Y/n, it’s nice to meet you! Thank you for helping my family with our yard work!”
“Oh it’s no problem! It’s my pleasure since your mother posted about needing some help on the community bulletin” He giggled, and I swear this was what heaven sounded like.
“Oh, haha really?”
“Yeah! It’s so hot, do you want to grab some ice cream once I’m finished here?”
“Sure!”
“Perfect”
And he walked off, but I didn’t feel as excited as I had sounded. Had I just made one of the biggest mistakes of my life? I practically agreed to a date with Juyeon. How am I supposed to subtly tell him this “thing” between us can’t go any further?
Half an hour later, Juyeon emerged from our backyard, wiping his sweat with the towel draped around his neck. He smiled at me, making eye contact and joined me on the couch.
“Hey, let’s grab some ice cream?”
“Sure”
We bid my mother farewell and made our way to the ice cream shop just down the street. Juyeon and I made small talk, he told me of the gift he was getting for his little brother.
“That’s really sweet of you to buy your brother a new bike! You’re such a great brother”
“Thank you” He smiled gently while averting eye contact
“How’s your ice cream by the way?” Juyeon gestured to the cone in my hand
“It’s good! But you should have let me pay! That way you have more money to spend on your brother”
“Oh, no it’s no worries at all!”
My heart skipped a beat as we locked eyes once again, his smile was so sweet, and the beautiful lashes that lay neatly above his deep brown eyes
“Are you free tomorrow night? We should get some dinner.”
Shit, this was what I was trying to avoid. Do I say no or do I make some excuse?
“I actually have plans tomorrow, I’m helping a classmate with some work. Sorry!”
“That’s okay! Just let me know when you’re free” and slipped a piece of paper across the table with what I assumed was his number. I couldn’t take it, but I had to do it since he was right in front of me.
“Thank you for ice cream, Juyeon. It was really nice getting to know you, but I have to go! Mother is expecting me soon” I got up and ran out the shop as quickly as I could, rushing home.
At home, mother greeted me and I shouted a quick response back while rushing to my room and pulling out all of my supplies. I had to write the note as quickly as I could and hand it to mother before I fell asleep.
“Dear Juyeon,
You may be surprised to be hearing from me like this. I know we were just together the night before, but I have to go. Unfortunately I cannot share with you where I am going, but just know that you will forever be in my thoughts.
I wanted to take the time to thank you for allowing me to know you in such a short time. You have been so kind and friendly. All of the wonderful stories about your childhood warmed my heart and the way you speak so fondly of your brother.
Please promise me that you won’t go searching for me, it’s not worth it.
I am so sorry to have left you like this.
Goodbye, Y/n”
I quickly sealed the letter and ran to mother, explaining to her that I was unable to deliver it to Juyeon as I was to help a classmate with their homework.
#hyungseos-cafe#deoboyznet#ube iced coffee with almond milk brown sugar syrup and tapioca#series: the letterbox series#the boyz blubs#the boyz series#the boyz scenarios#the boyz sangyeon#the boyz jacob#the boyz younghoon#the boyz hyunjae#the boyz juyeon#the boyz kevin#the boyz chanhee#the boyz changmin#the boyz haknyeon#the boyz sunwoo#the boyz eric#the boyz
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Hi, this is gonna be a few asks but i just wanted to thank you and other blogs for bravely speaking out your minds when it comes to weirdness surrounding harry/his team. I think this is a breath of fresh air in this very 'unlarrie' climate in that taking a notice of any sign that suggests H has apparently been making some decisions that doesn’t line up with the way H has been fighting against the image he had been burdened with when he was only 16 yrs old has made into a larrie sin in the last few years.
It is not my place to blame anyone but I just want to share my observation that some larries have been playing a huge role in creating this atmosphere by not putting forward any reasonable argument for the weirdness but only labelling anyone that has different reading on the situation than theirs as ‘twitter larrie’ or ‘illogical’ or going a step forward with claims that has no basis like people having no grasp on ‘adult business’. This won’t be so bothersome if their entire argument won’t be resting on H’s successfully marketed -within the fandom- closeness with his so-called manager slash bff slash side-kick whilst disregarding the words coming out of Harry’s mouth, like brushing off H’s snarky comments about Jeff as jokes. I’m sorry this is the same as antis believing H has has genuine relationship with his beards bc of ‘the close proximity’ and certain narratives magically making their way into the fandom chatter. Jeff and certain people didn’t make into icloud hack that is the epitome of Harry Styles tm to not make self-proclaimed levelheaded people side-eye the whole thing.
Also, I’m baffled that they so readily believe that H or Rob S are being truthful when it is claimed that H has been the freest he has been in print media, putting all the blame for these questionable choices on H shoulders. Yeah H’s image has been the most something alright since jeff came into his life but freedom wont unfortunately be my choice of adjective for this, i would say it is ‘straight-sex crazed rockstar’. I’m livid that they stripped him of his personality and created this blank canvas with splashes of hetero here and there, from my perspective after being their fans since 2012 I have never been felt so distant to Harry’s public image the way I have been feeling for the last few years, anytime I get to witness H being genuine I feel like I bump into my dearest friend I couldn’t see for years.
People, especially some larries, need to realize that H is unfortunately nothing but a cash cow to the likes of Columbia and Full Stop, anything related to his image -sorry to say this but even a little bit of freedom that H gets to not label his sexuality- is there to make money for these people, they don’t care for H’s right to express himself.
I can’t not mention this as well, some people are under the impression that H has a give and take rship with these people to be more himself but if that is the case I’d love for them to explain how H has been reduced to ‘queer-baiting womanizer’ with no talent -bc lets be honest nobody gets to hear beyond that any of his songs is about that woman or this woman now with howard i imagine nastiness would be tenfold- that his record label buy his success.
Anyway thank you guys for being here, I have been seeking a safe place for myself that won’t make me feel like I’m crazy to think H has in fact not been pleased with the situation he is, I’m so glad I came across your blog and it opened up a whole new world for me.
ps: I sent this as seperate parts but tumblr didn't let me finish -i blame jeff, sorry for busying your inbox.
i have very little to add here as this is so well-articulated. the environment that has been created surrounding the beliefs about H's supposed 'freedom' has made this fandom a breeding ground for rads. people have been turning on harry left and right for the past three years because of this way of thinking being pushed. perhaps because people are just too terrified to face that where we are now is just as bad as where we were then.
one direction was at the height of their fame, money-making, and, yes, even their creative abilities when they were so strictly controlled and abused. anyone claiming harry is an adult now and therefore can't be as restricted and mistreated as we claim because "he is an adult now" is absolutely full of shit (britney spears is turning 40!!!!).
the only identifiable difference between now and 1d is that harry's queerness is being commodified and used to make him even more sexually 'interesting' to straight women instead of just being plain hidden. why can't people see this is not the harry we know? they could see it with 1d? they can see it still with louis when he still can't even acknowledge the rainbow light projects or the flags? but not harry.
#i hope more people see the light#that harry needs us JUST AS MUCH as louis does#harry is just as trapped as louis and im exhausted by people pushing this idea#that louis is somehow more heavily closeted and controlled than harry#just because people are making money off of harry's queerness#anon
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Last year 2023 was a good year for games. I feel like I bought several great games, but I also bought a few bad games. I feel like I wasted $76.21 on two games; Bowser's Fury and Fall of Porcupine.
Bowser's Fury is a good game, but it’s not a game that I personally enjoyed. I only bought the game because a long-distance friend “encouraged” me to buy the game. I really only bought the game, so we could play together since we’re in different states and can’t hang out, but we only ever played for three hours, and I didn’t enjoy the game enough to finish playing the rest of the game alone, so I don’t feel like I got my money's worth out of it… I give myself a $100 gaming budget a year and I mostly buy indie games, and when I buy games that are over $25, I try to play the whole game to make sure that I’m getting my full money’s worth. With that being said, I still really enjoyed the three hours that I played with my friend, but I don’t think spending $60 for three hours was worth going over my spending budget.
As for Fall of Porcupine… that shit is just a waste of money… honestly, you’re better off getting a free doctor mobile game… Fall of Porcupine was a game that I had been following the development of for a year. The release for the game was delayed, and when I got the game I played the full ten hours, but I was ready to chuck my own device in the trash after the first three hours of the game… the game is beyond buggy. I ended up having to replay an entire chapter because the game froze and crashed. Also, the controls on the switch for the mini-games are impossible, especially at the end of the game; not that it mattered because there are no consequences for failing the mini-games. The writing in the game is nonexistent. There is no story. At the beginning of the game, you are misled into thinking this is going to be a mystery thriller with some dark undertones, but then the game does a complete 180 right after the cutscene, and it’s like the beginning of the game never happened. Also, there’s no climax. Throughout the game there were like two different times when I thought the game's story was climaxing and was going to get interesting, but it never happened. The climax of the nonexistent story doesn't happen until the very very end of the game were your rushed to the finish line without getting any answers. The ending of the game is so abrupt that it doesn’t even feel like an ending. The game’s graphics are pretty, but the town feels too empty to be interesting and the npcs don’t really have anything to say, and also there’s no story.
There were a few things that I did enjoy about Fall of Porcupine. It was a cute looking game, but didn’t feel like a $20 game. I like the main character, Finley. He had some related moments, although I’m sad that when his plant died his plant was never brought up again. I also really like a few of the patients. That’s like the only time I feel like the writing was the strongest was with some patients that we looked over for a few in game days. My favorite patient was the tortoise patient who, I unfortunately can’t remember her name. Unfortunately, her last story was ruined for me because that’s when my game crashed, and I had to replay her final story again.
The worst part about Fall of Porcupine is that the game developers aren’t crap developers. They made Beacon Pines, which is a really really good game, and Beacon Pines had me engrossed in the story until the very end, which had a great ending to a mystery cozy kinda horror game. I just hope that Fall of Porcupine isn’t a sign that the developers future games are going to have the same poor quality. Although, I am aware that not all games from one developer are going to be good, but it just didn’t feel like the developers cared for how bad the quality of Fall of Porcupine was. It honestly felt like a cash grab game.
I’m surprised that there are a few people who found the game good, which no hate for those who like Fall of Porcupine, but I personally found the game really boring and had a lack of writing for what the developers had promised. Especially when you take into account the developers' previous game, Beacon Pines, which outshines Fall of Porcupine in so many great ways, especially in the writing.
I do recommend checking out Beacon Pines, but definitely not Fall of Porcupine.
#Personal Post#Personal Vent#Fall of Porcupine#2023 game overview for self#Looking forward to 2024 games
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Ok iv got too many life stories in my head. So here’s another one.
On a Friday night I went to the casino for the first time. I was going to meet my friends there at 9pm. I got there at 9:30 already stressed out of my mind because iv got work early the next morning and I’m late and I don’t know where to meet them. And to top it off I got my blood curse earlier that day
I see the Golden Arches of a McDonald’s sign and hallelujah I have not only a land mark but also an excuse to get myself a cheeky happy meal coz I’m a lil hungry.
Boy did I live to regret that.
Now I’m dressed to the nines. Nothing about my outfit is saying straight and wants to talk to you. I’ve got a burgundy velvet blazer, blue hair, dr martens, and bleeding heart dangly earrings. I’m also wearing my favourite scowl as well because I am this close to throwing hands with anyone who looks at me funny.
I go to the counter and there’s a guy there who is clearly off his face. Slurred words and can’t stand up straight. He tells the cashier that he’ll pay for whatever I want as well.
“I say no thank you iv got my own money. “
He says “nah go on I’ll pay for you order whatever you want. I just won it big I’ll pay for you.”
This goes back and forth a few times. I literally have my bank card on the eftpos machine while he’s handing the cashier fistfuls of cash at the same time. The poor cashier looks 13 and isn’t in the position to tell a drunk 40 something man no. So he buys my happy meal as well as an extra cheeseburger I didn’t ask for, because he just wants to be nice.
Alright fine he just want to be nice because he just won a bunch of money at the pokies. Whatever. Thank you have a great evening.
That’s not the end of it though. Far from it. Now he’s asking me to sit with him and what’s my name etc.
I tell him “I don’t have a name”.
You think that’s a pretty big fuck off I don’t want to talk to you right? You’d think that’s the end of the interaction right?
Unfortunately not.
I go collect my happy meal from the counter and walk to the other side of the shop.
He picks up his stuff and follows me and keeps saying sit down. Sit down with me come on I bought you a burger sit down and eat with me come on.
I ask him why? Why do you want me to sit down? why did you buy me stuff? Why are you doing this?
He says he’s just being nice. (But we know he’s not because he would be using buying me things as leverage to keep talking to me when I clearly do not want to)
He keeps not taking no for an answer. Every boundary I set with this guy (that I was like good job that was a good clear boundary) just gets bulldozed.
I sit down with him and start bawling my eyes out as I eat my little burger and chips. And I really sincerely hope I ruined his night. I hope I made him feel so guilty and shitty.
He’s like “why are you crying? Don’t say it was anything I did” (so he knows that he’s done wrong but doesn’t want to be told that)
I just say something like I’m on my period.
And then my saviour comes in. One of my friends who is wearing a cropped blazer, a ball gown, platform heels, pearls statement sword earrings and a corset. They are already a tall person and is now towering over us like is this guy bothering you sweetie. I take my leave and go sob in the womens bathroom for a good while before going and meeting the rest of my friend group. But god what a way to start a night.
#ew men#gay gay homosexual gay#bad brains#im crying#trauma#just girly posts#they/them#thembo#earrings#true stroy#life story
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