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matrixbearer2024 · 2 months

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I really love you "Get off my screen" series! And I just and couldn't stop thinking about Reader just texting out of nowhere saying "Bruh I'm fucking dying"

And Vox is just going haywire(See what I did there?) Worried about you and ask what they mean and Reader be like "I'm dying because of BOARdom(Get it?)

You're Just Being Mean!

A/N: Omg I am absolutely writing this AHAHAHAHA- Vox is always the one screwing with dear Reader so I think it's about time to return the favor. Thank you @crazylzp143 for the inbox idea! I love how much this story is expanding and the ideas y'all have for it. As always, I hope you all enjoy this filler interlude and please keep the ideas coming! Happy reading!

You cheered, flopping backwards on your bed in a cheerful mood.

On your computer monitor was an empty assignment box.

You'd successfully accomplished all your required tasks before the semester's end which left you with a whole lot of free time to burn.

And did you absolutely just unwind and relax.

Playing games, watching movies, bingeing shows-

You practically spedran the chill pill treatment.

To the point where you managed to bore yourself before the day was even over.

You stared up at the ceiling with an annoyed look-

Wasn't there really anything else you could do?

And why did time pass by so slowly?

God you were bored.

In the middle of your TV show binge, your phone buzzed to life.

Considering you'd quickly found the plot line to be quite a drag, you just let the drama play while you no longer paid attention to it.

The white noise the show provided helped make it feel like you were actually doing something.

Even when you knew you weren't doing anything productive at all-

Looking over at your phone, you smiled upon opening the familiar chatbox that you saw almost daily.

"Heya Voxxy, what's up?"

"Well aren't you in a good mood today! Anything special?"

You playfully rolled your eyes, Vox really thought he was being cheeky this time wasn't he?

"Managed to complete all my work for the semester, so now I can just chillax until exams come around!"

"Wait what? Holy shit! You've got a whole two weeks of nothing then!"

"IKR! I can just laze around and do what I want after class hours!"

It wasn't surprising that Vox quickly got used to your schedule, you'd also grown slightly accustomed to his.

He knew the basic rundown of your schedule, like when your classes started and ended-

Just as much as you knew when he had to leave for his daily broadcast and when he would come back.

You could only guess him knowing when exam season happens was from looking at the calendars and schedules you had meticulously prepared in your computer.

There were times he would even remind you of things due on a day, like quizzes or projects to which you would grow embarrassed that it slipped your mind.

You were the one who made the calendar, how could you forget it???

Though it was probably helpful on his end that he quite literally had a digital reference to look back on.

You still wondered sometimes how he managed to end up with a TV for a head but didn't look into it much.

"Guess that means you'll be spending more time with me?"

"Dude, I already spend so much time with you! Any more and I'd have to call you my boyfriend!"

That message really shouldn't have caused Vox to bluescreen but it did.

He was just so flustered that his system crashed in it's entirety because of what you said.

Not that you noticed when all you got in reply was some keysmash and middle finger emojis.

Vox could only imagine you were laughing at his expense, and even then he couldn't bring himself to be annoyed with you.

It was only recently that he'd become hyper aware with how much you meant to him so jokes and comments like that easily sent his mental careening.

Not that he quite understood why he felt this way yet, a part of him still blamed some unknown untraceable malware that your devices shoved into his system.

Though he highly doubted that a stupid virus would make his stomach do flips whenever he saw your silly smile.

Oh whatever, he'll just have to run another malware check later or something.

You just continued to tease Vox for a good while before he had to excuse himself and leave for a meeting.

He was slightly glad that he had just a little respite from your teasing onslaught.

Any more of it and there was a high risk he would've accidentally caused another citywide blackout.

You tossed your phone onto an adjacent cushion and just laughed.

No wonder Vox liked to embarrass you so much.

It was downright hilarious and entertaining.

You couldn't help but feel slightly flattered with his reactions though, was your friendship that important to him?

So he really did care after all, what a dork.

The funny high you were running on, much to Vox's chagrin, didn't last long.

So you decided to go back to fucking with your TV headed companion since he usually did the same to you.

"Dudeeeee I'm fucking dyingggg-"

Vox made the mistake of checking his phone in the middle of the meeting and nearly gave himself a stroke upon reading your message.

What in Lucifer's name even happened?!

Last he checked you were completely fine???

He hadn't even left you for-

Taking a look at his internal clock, Vox glitched from sheer panic.

It hadn't even been an hour!

Was this supposed to be a joke??

Were you just fibbing with him?

Or god forbid you were actually hurt and needed help-

He was about to just bolt out of that meeting before another messaged snapped him out of it.

"I'm dying- dying of BOARDom! HAHA see what I did there?"

Vox felt the last of his patience leave him as rings appeared on his other eye.

The absolute nerve of you-!

"Oh fuck off (Y/N)."

With that, he angrily pocketed his phone and once again paid attention to the meeting.

The poor presenter in the front nearly shat himself from how irritated Vox looked, they didn't know that frustration was because of you though.

You just couldn't stop laughing at his reply, not realizing how badly your overlord friend took the joke until some noticeable time passed and there wasn't a single message or notification from him.

Now that started to concern you.

You'd be lucky to get through an hour with less than a hundred notifications at a time-

It's been two and there was still absolutely nothing.

Did something happen?

Was he upset or dealing with something?

Perchance... did you do something to upset him?

"Vox...? Hey, you good dude?"

You grew more concerned as the minutes ticked on.

Whatever it was- Vox was probably genuinely upset.

And you had a gut feeling it had something to do with you.

"I'm not talking to you."

You almost wanted to roll your eyes at his message, was he being childish?

So your hunch was right, you did manage to upset him- somehow.

"Ehhhh??? Why? What did I do?"

"You know what you fucking did (Y/N)."

Not really- that's why you asked.

Your hands dropped onto your lap tiredly as you looked up towards the ceiling.

What... what did you do wrong?

Scrolling up to read your chats, it didn't take long before you realized where it went wayside.

Oh.

"Right, you don't really like it when I joke about dying huh."

"No."

"You never really told me why, and you never cared this much before. You would just laugh it off when I delivered the punchline."

"You're still young (Y/N). You have your whole life ahead of you. Dying puts you at risk of ending up here in hell with me."

"You know that doesn't sound as horrible as you paint it right?"

"Pardon?"

"I'll end up where you are, that can't seriously be that bad."

Vox genuinely wondered if you had a screw loose or something this time.

He continued to try hammering it into you that it was hell he was talking about.

Eternal damnation, the never-ending inferno, etc.

Ya know, where all the sinners went to suffer??

But again and again you would just keep repeating-

"But I'll be where you are, it won't be that bad- it can't be that bad."

Until he finally understood what you were insinuating.

It wouldn't be so bad, because he was there.

He would be there with you.

At that point the state of hell or where you were wasn't important.

Vox could only chuckle at his own foolishness.

Not to mention just how oblivious you were to your own words.

"I guess. Just don't do that again."

"I'll try not to. Besides, if I croak and end up at the heaven gates- I'll put in a good word for you."

"You? In heaven? Nice joke dollface."

"Oh fuck you too Vox, I was being optimistic."

The tech overlord just rolled his eyes, there was a real risk that he could lose you soley because heaven would take you away but he didn't dwell on it.

You were still here texting him, cracking jokes and being your obnoxiously cute self.

You were still on the other side of the screen furiously typing up a comeback of why you would be able to get into the pearly gates.

Vox just chuckled, as long as you were with him in the here and now-

He found he wouldn't care even if hell froze over.

A/N: Our Voxxy is starting to catch feels, well- slightly- he's just in the stages of caring a bit too much but not realizing it's romance yet. Writing this stuff is hilariously entertaining, plus the slow burn is just yummy hahahahah I'll be putting out some more interludes tomorrow but the direct continuation is finished! I just need to post these things chronologically XD

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin vox x reader #vox x you #Get Off My Screen Series

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nights-legacy · 8 months

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Body Snatched-Best Jeanist Platonic

Masterlist ~ MHA Masterlist ~ #2

Body Snatched Masterlist

1654 Words

Warnings: unwanted advances, unwanted touches, attempted assault, crudeness, violence (if there's any I need to add, please let me know)

+ You had been a sidekick under Best Jeanist for a few years. He had hand-picked you when it came to intership and working under him. You had become like family to him. So when someone couldn't take a hint and continued making you uncomfortable after you said you weren't interested, he didn't take it lightly. Especially when that person goes way out of line.

There were a few people in Best Jeanist's agency that you don't get along with. One especially because they would not take no for an answer when you turned them down. One day, after they got switched in a quirk accident with one of your friends at the agency, he decides to try as them. Too bad it gets to the head hancho before he could "convince" you.

Y/N's POV

"Here are the reports for the train accident this morning. And this is my half of the report for that Blackout villain from yesterday." I handed Best Jeanist the folders. He nodded while setting them in front of him. "Has there been any update on that mall attack from this afternoon?"

"Yes, it seems that the villain had a quirk that set off other people's quirks. The amount of people affected is still unknown as well as what all the quirks involved were." He explained.

"Damn." I bit my lip. "Anything I can do?"

"No. Some of the heroes are already returning. You have already put in over a full day. Go home." He looked away from his computer and I knew he was smiling under this suit. "I mean it."

"Fine." I left his office and walked through the agency. I greeted a few people and checked on some of the returning coworkers. I was just about to get to the locker rooms when I heard a familiar voice calling out to me.

"L/N!" I turn to see Mist Walker or Minato Kolby. the was my best friend here and had the power of fog and mist.

"Hey Mist!" I waved. "You were involved with the attack right?"

"Yeah but I'm alright." He smiled and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms.

"Good." I sighed in relief. "I was worried."

"I'm alright sweetheart." He said. The nickname was new. I could feel the energy shift between us.

"Well, I'm on my way home. I'm going to take a shower and get out of here. See ya." I waved and retreated to the locker rooms.

I quickly went to my locker and stripped out of my hero suit. I groaned in relief. The showers were very nice here. Jeanist made sure we were taken care of in everyway under his roof. The hot water ran down my back and over my sore muscles. The locker room doors opened but it didn't bother me. I swore I heard the lock shift though.

"Hello?" I called out. there was no answer. I quickly finished up and turned the water off, wrapping my towel around me. I walked out and looked around. The energy in the room was way off.

"Did I scare you?" Mist whispered in my ear.

"Holy shit! Dude!" I turned and hit him in the chest. I shook my head. He chuckled and I went to my locker. "Not funny."

"Maybe a little bit it was." I rolled my eyes and unwrapped my towel. I saw his eyes widen.

"What's wrong?"

"Um, you're naked."

"Yeah. It's not like you haven't seen it before dude." I began to dry off and dry my hair. I noticed he was staring at my body in hunger. "Kolby? You good?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, perfectly fine." He continued to stare which was very weird. I slowly rewrapped my towel around me.

"No you're not. You're staring at me as if I were your last meal." I said.

"And?" He met my gaze and shrugged his shoulders. "What's wrong with that?"

"You're married! And he would be pissed if he knew."

"What a minute, What?" He exclaimed. The look in his eyes told me he was genuinely confused.

"You definitely had something happen out there today." I picked up my phone to call someone when a simple text from Jeanist on my phone made me pause. Mist is Raven. Raven or Tanaka Daichi. He was another coworker that was almost obsessed with me. He wouldn't take no for an answer when I turned him down.

"So you and Mist aren't together?" I turned to him.

"No, we're not." I said, annoyed. "You just exposed yourself as Raven."

"Shit" He muttered. The locker rooms had quirk dampeners to try and discourage fights in there. I was upset about that because one on one, I could never beat Mist. He was stronger than me by a lot. So Raver in Mist's body was a recipe for disaster.

"Leave now. I've told you time and time again, I am not interested." He glared at me.

"Maybe I could convince you..." He started advancing on me. I stepped back and avoided him.

"Nothing you could do could convince me."

"We'll see." He charged at me and being only in a towel was a disadvantage. He was able to grab me and pull me back into his chest.

"Shit! Let go!" I tried to elbow him but he pinned my arms to my side. I squirmed and unforchunately, my towel slipped off. He laughed and let his hands travel across my naked skin.

"Well look at that." He licked my neck before grabbing my chin harshly. He turned my face and kissed me, sticking his tongue down my throat. I pursed away When he let go. He picked me up and took me to the floor. I tried to fight him but he pinned me to the ground by straddling my back.

"Get off!" I yelled. The room was getting stuffy and it was getting hard to breathe. I could hear him unbuckling his belt. With a hand on the center of my back he got off and pulled my hips up. "No!"

"Stop moving!" He sneered, molding his body over mine. I could feel him trying to enter me but was having trouble due to impatience.

"No, no, no." I began to panic.

As everything was getting too overwhelming and he was about to push in, he froze up above me. Everything went still and I was finally able to breathe. I risked a look over my shoulder to see him looking like he could barely breathe. I looked down to see his shirt was extremely tight. I took the opportunity to crawl away from him.

"Ah!" I was spooked when a towel was immediately flung over me. I pulled it in close and looked around. Best Jeanist stood at the door to the locker room. Tears clouded my eyes. Half from the situation at hand and then half from the embarrassment of being seen in this situation. I wrapped the towel around me, grabbed my clothes, and darted to the other side of the room. I hid in a corner.

"Get this seam ripper out of here." I faintly heard Best Jeanist snap as I got dressed. Silent tears cascaded down my face. Footsteps came towards me but I was too embarrassed to look up.

"L/N? Are you hurt?" I shook my head. He sighed and sat on the floor next to me. I shrunk into myself. "Hey... it's going to be alright. Maybe not now or even tomorrow. But this can be mended."

"I should have..."

"No." He cut me off firmly. "None of this was your fault. He is completely to blame. He broke his stitch. What he did was out of lime, unforgivable, and he is going to be cut and arrested."

"Okay." I nodded. He placed a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him. He smiled under his collar.

"You are not a broken hem that can't be restitched." I chuckled through the tears.

"Thank you." I said. He poked me into a hug.

"You're welcome." I hugged him for a while. "You are taking a required leave for at least two weeks."

"But sir..."

"If you argue I will make it 4 weeks." He said. I sighed and agreed. "I also want you to go see a therapist. Understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Okay. I will also be checking up on you after." He said before getting up. "Come on. I'm making sure you get home Okay."

"Thank you." I got up and got my stuff. We walked through the halls towards the exit.

"Y/N! Wait!" I turned to see Kolby running my way. I gasped. "It's me I promise. I've already been told what happened and I'm so sorry! Raven got knocked out and then we were switched. I had no way of telling anyone until I woke up. I'm so sorry, N/N."

"Kolby." I hugged him before pulling away.

"Mr. Minato. I want you to go to the physician immediately and then you are required to take at least a week off. Am I clear?" Jeanist ordered.

"Yes sir."

"Good, now I need to get L/N home."

"Goodbye Sir. Bye N/N. Get some rest."

"I will." We walked to the parking garage and to his car. Once We made it to my apartment, he ruffled my hair.

"If you need anything. don't hesitate to ask."

"I won't. Thanks, Jeanist. You've always looked out for me."

"You're welcome, L/N. You've become like family to me and I look out for my family." I smile and step out of the car. "Text me when you get inside your apartment. Okay?"

"Okay. Goodnight, Jeanist."

"Goodnight, my dear." I started to walk away. "Oh, and L/N?"

"Yes?" I turned back.

"There will be someone posted outside for a weele just in case. For anything."

"Okay." I turned and Went into the safety of my apartment.

Tag List: @lilparcheesie @dxnaii-rxse @iris-shihabi @cl0verbby @keigos-baby-bird

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therainbowgorilla · 1 year

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This is not a question. This is an explanation tied to a question, like an elephant tied to a latex balloon: do queer people know that the reason queer discourse exists in the state that it does is almost definitely because a lot of queer people are also retarded? I hope that's as blindingly obvious to other people as it is to me, because *aS aN aUtIsTic PeRsOn*, every time a great big angry ball of queer discourse comes rolling, flaming and screaming past my blog, I think to myself that if I was autistic AND queer, I'd most likely also be dead by my own hand, or wheelchair bound due to a stroke. The attitude expressed by the original poster of the post whose comment section you found me in: that language about or surrounding queerness should be essentially meaningless so as to keep those it relates to from having to conform to any sort of expectation that they may have previously established for themselves, makes it completely impossible for an autistic person to engage with those people at all. In fact, I would go so far as to say that in effect they make themselves more like computers to us than people: malignant and unknowable machines where all input is meaningless and all output is random and usually negative. It's so obvious that that's where the "language has meaning" and "there need to be rules" objections come from, and it's honestly kind of heartbreaking to feel like I, an outsider, am the only person who even notices or cares. I mean honestly, how dare you tell autistic people that there are no rules? What the fuck are you thinking? It took me my entire childhood to just about figure other people out, well into my adolescence. Over fifteen years to stop deliberately antagonizing people just to get a reaction that made contextual sense. I'm almost thirty now, and I'm not going back to that feeling of hopelessness. Not for anyone, no matter how sad their story is. And that's where "You don't get to know how to treat us with respect" came from.

What the fuck are you even on about? You think I'm gonna take the argument of someone who uses the R slur in 2023 seriously? What do you think this is, 5th grade?

I don't give a shit if you're autistic or not. Me too, the fuck? If you would have bothered to glance at my blog description, you'd know that.

Just like any other slur, you can use the R slur for yourself but not against others. (This isn't some roundabout way of calling you the R slur. I'm just saying it's how reclaiming works. You don't get to call other people the R slur just cause you're autistic.)

And oh my god your overdramatic shit about how you'd fucking kill yourself or wind up disabled if you were autistic and queer? How fuckin old did you say you were? Holy shit, you're almost thirty and you're acting like this? Get a grip. Grow up.

I'm autistic, disabled, and queer. The absolute audacity you have to come into my inbox with this shit is just blowing my mind.

And oh my god, the cognitive dissonance here is so legitimately hilarious to me. You're calling people like me overly sensitive when you're the one throwing a hissy fit in some rando's inbox on tumblr dot com lmao. And the claim that you've matured and stopped diliberately antagonizing people is just 😘👌 such funny irony. Like, did you even read your ask before you sent it?

You've self admitted that you're an outsider to the queer experience, so what the fuck makes you think you get a say in how we describe and label ourselves? Newsflash: non-queer people don't get to dictate what queer people call themselves. Shocking, I know (/s).

Look, dude/gal (I'm gonna assume you're not enby since you've said you're not queer), I'm genuinely sorry you've had trouble figuring people out as you grew up. Trust me, I totally get it. You think you're the only autistic person who had trouble figuring people out growing up?

Hell, I STILL ain't figured it out yet. How do allistics remember faces? How do they not get special interests? How do they know "common sense" intrinsically whilst I often don't seem to? How can I tell romantic love from queerplatonic love or from sexual love? Why do allistics always assume we know things despite them never telling us them? How does an NT person focus without hyperfocusing? How can you tell if someone is flirting with you? How does the person in front of me feel? Is the person I'm infodumping to actually interested or am I boring them? Why do people think my tone/face is an angry one when I'm just expressing confusion and asking curious questions? What's my gender? What is gender? Why do people in power want to hurt other people? Why are they so greedy for money they'll never spend? Why can't cashiers sit down?

And how the FUCK does someone make friends, especially as an adult not attending college/uni!?

FUCK IF I FUCKIN KNOW! It sucks! It sucks ass! I know that! Seriously, trust me, I'd love to understand the way allistics and NTs think. The world would be SO much easier for the both of us. And we struggle so much to understand NTs, whilst they rarely try to understand us in return! I know you struggled and that legitimately sucks, and I wish the world was more kind and patient and accomodating with you and I both.

But, like, you think you struggled? Try growing up disabled, nonbinary, aromantic asexual (with queerplatonic attraction), autistic, mentally ill in several ways, physically disabled, poor, and in an abusive home. Holy fuck, I was constantly confused about other people every day of my damn life!

I'm not saying this to invalidate your struggles and experiences. You struggled, and that sounds like it fucking sucked, and I'm sorry it was that rough for you growing up. It sounds like you weren't given enough kindness and patience and explanations about things when you should have. And that really really sucks, I get that.

But you're not the only one who has struggled, and having a rough life doesn't give you the right to be an asshole to others or dictate how they are allowed to live their lives.

There's something important you aren't understanding here.

You have to try to understand what a social construct is. By definition, social constructs like gender and orientation and the language around them are constantly fluid and changing. Labels are fluid and are ours to pick or to ignore.

I feel a sense of better understanding of myself when I find a label I feel happy with. I feel peace and a sense of comfort that I'm not alone in my experiences. I feel a sense or community. So, for me personally, I love it when I find a label I feel fits me!

Other people feel that labels are restrictive, and that's okay too! No one has to use any labels that they don't want to identify with, and they really don't have to use any at all! The important thing is that the choices are ours to make.

See, you seem to have a fundamental misunderstanding about what being Queer means.

Trying to force strict rules on what queerness is is literally antithetical to the definition of queer. And someone outside the community like yourself absolutely does not get a say in how we define our queerness.

Queerness in and of itself, by definition... is literally a rejection of the strict rules society has always tried to force upon gender, orientation, and the like. Society tries so hard to force us into cis heteromantic heterosexual boxes, tries desperately to enact strict rules about who we can be and who we can care for.

The reason that there are so little rules in regards to how we can identify is that Queerness, at its very essence, is a rejection of the strict rules and labels that society forces upon us. Queerness is about breaking free or rules and boxes forced upon us by others. Historically, for decades the bisexual and lesbian communities were heavily intertwined and welcoming to each other and to letting their members identify as either or both if they wished.

Then, a bunch of biphobes decided that bi people were disgusting and dangerous for (many if not most of them) liking men. And the biphobes began trying to drive a wedge between the historically linked communities and force bisexuals out. Unfortunately, it seemed to work.

(here's one source I really enjoyed reading that taught me a lot about this bisexual and lesbian history!)

The link between the bi and lesbian communities once thrived, and then it was stolen from us by a bunch of biphobic assholes.

Bi lesbian is a rejection of the unjust rules society has tried to force upon us. It is a reclamation of the historical link that was ripped away from us by the hatred and bigotry of biphobes.

You need to learn how to be okay with not understanding every little thing. If you don't understand someone, talk to them, ask them questions. And if you still can't understand, that's okay! Because here's the thing: You don't have to understand something or someone to respect them. I don't understand every single xenogender or microlabel, but as long as they aren't based on hatred or bigotry, I am perfectly content to say "I can't say I understand it fully, but I'm happy you've found a label that brings you comfort and happiness with yourself!"

Identifying as bi lesbian is, at its core, an act of queer rebellion and reclaimation. The very essence of what being Queer is all about.

#Fave og posts #The asker might not listen to a single word #But I hope that someone out there finds comfort in what I've written #Bi lesbian #Queer #Queer pride #R slur tw #Ableism tw #Suicide tw #actually autistic #This ended up basically being an essay #I hope this is #Empowering #To others as writing this was for me #I feel a sense of validation and catharsis and empowerment from writing this out #I hope the asker takes some of it to heart #But if they don't I hope it at least helps others

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everystephoftheway · 1 year

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camp cloudtop: chapter nineteen

This can be found on ao3 as well.

A week went by and the Camp Cloudtop Talent Show and Bake Sale was the talk of the town. With Kash’s continued online presence, it was hard to ignore. Percy even hacked into Gilmore’s computer to find a very full email inbox, though it didn’t seem like Gilmore was reading any that had to do with potential enrollment for the next summer.

Keyleth was in her apartment one night after a busy day of camp activities and Macarena rehearsing, sitting on her bed surrounded by varying colors of craft paper, a pair of scissors, and several glue sticks. A couple paper flowers the size of her head were already made and carefully set on the right corner of the bed; only a few more needed to be done to finish the paper bouquet she hoped to use on the walls of the auditorium as decorations.

Her attention was drawn away, however, by the buzzing gyrations of her sending stone on the kitchen counter. Looking over, the stone glowed yellow. Keyleth rolled off the bed, strode across the small apartment, and touched the stone to answer the call.

“Hey Kash.”

“Keyleth.” Her heart immediately banged against her ribcage at the sound of his voice; he sounded out of breath and hurried, voice quieter than usual. “Get the group and meet me at the diner in fifteen minutes. Hurry.”

“What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“Just get to the diner. Please.”

As hurried as he spoke, Kash was hurried to hang up and the bright yellow light faded back to the stone’s natural slate.

“What the hell?”

Not knowing what else to do, Keyleth quickly got dressed into something a little more publicly presentable than her pajamas–a pair of jeans, a t-shirt that looked mostly clean, and her work sneakers seemed to do–and quickly called Vax, Vex, and Percy.

“Why are we going to the diner now? It’s late.” Percy, almost sounding like he was asleep already, was the one who gave the most argument.

“I don’t know, but Kash sounded…scared. He told us all to meet him so we’re meeting him. Get up.”

Within twenty minutes, Keyleth was at the diner; she ran the entire way, not risking any delays with public transportation (and she didn’t really remember any trees nearby). Vax and Vex were already inside having lived the closest, and while Keyleth gave them both smiles hello, her eyes focused quickly on Kash.

He was sitting in the inside seat of the four-top booth, shoulders pressed forward in an uncharacteristically small posture, the hood of his jacket pulled over his mop of hair.

“Kash?”

She scooted in next to him, Vax and Vex across the table, and reached out to put a hand on his arm.

At the sound of the worry in her voice, Kash straightened himself and looked up at her with a half-hearted smile. “Hey, K.”

“What’s going on?”

“I think we’d all love to know.” Percy, the last to arrive, gave a little wave before forcing the twins to squish together so he could sit down too.

“Yeah, what’s up with the hood?” Vex leaned forward as if she was going to attempt to push it off. “Your hair is usually your pride and joy.”

“My hair is not the issue,” he sighed. “I got threatened by the Briarwoods.”

“What?” The entire group reacted in unison, and Keyleth followed up. “What happened?”

“I got home an hour ago. Most of the night I was with Zahra, editing more videos and hanging out. I walk into my apartment, and, wham, there they are. Mr. and Mrs. Freak Show.”

“Holy shit, are you okay?”

Kash shook his head. “I’m…I’m fine, but guys.” He looked at each one of them before he continued. “The dude’s a freaking vampire.”

“A what?” Again, they all spoke in unison, and Percy was quick to grab his laptop from his messenger bag, typing furiously once it came to life.

“A vampire?” Vax’s brow was furrowed against his pale skin, a hard line at the top of his nose. “He’s been at the camp during the day. That wouldn’t be possible if he were a vampire.”

“I know it sounds crazy, but it’s not. Look.” Kash pulled his hood down to reveal a white bandage against his neck, held on by a couple pieces of medical tape. He lifted one of the strips and there were two small punctures in his skin, scabs already forming.

“I tried my best to do some healing magic,” he explained, “but I’m pretty new at it.”

“Oh my…” Vex pressed a hand against her mouth as she leaned back against the booth, while Vax leaned forward to get a better look.

Keyleth leaned in as well, two fingers just barely caressing the skin in front of the wound. “Kash, what happened?”

“I don’t know. I walked into my place, put my stuff down, saw them, and then I just couldn’t move. Like, at all. His wife was there, but she just stayed back. It was like he was the muscle and she was just there to freak my shit out. But he came over, threatened that if we didn’t stop the talent show things were going to get bloody. And then he bit me.”

The group collectively shuddered, everyone except for Percy whose face was buried in his laptop screen.

“Vampire,” he said, suddenly looking up. “Vampires can day walk using a potion. And they are known for their ability,” he looked to Keyleth, “to charm.”

“I told you!” She jumped on the booth cushion, pointing at Percy. Very quickly, though, she tampered her energy into more appropriate levels. “Gilmore’s charmed.”

Percy nodded. “Most likely, yes…And you were right.”

“Why didn’t they charm you?” Vex asked, looking at Kash.

He shrugged his shoulders as he put the bandage back on as it was. “I don’t know. Maybe they figured this was enough…it wasn’t not enough.”

“Why do they care so much about this plot of land?” Vex looked over to Percy. “Percy, dear, did you find anything more about them in your research?”

“They made a quick ascent in Whitestone high society, which I already knew. I spoke to my regent, Professor Byron Anders, and he said while the ascent was uniquely quick it wasn’t particularly out of the ordinary. They’re bringing new business to the city-state, but mostly keep to themselves. That makes a lot more sense now. As for why they want the camp so desperately, I’m still working on it.”

Keyleth turned back to Kash, taking his hands in hers. “You should stop the videos. We probably have enough traction to get us to the show in a couple of weeks.”

Kash shook his head. “No, we keep going. Now it’s out of spite; I’m not letting them win.”

“Are you sure? You can step back. I don’t want them coming after you again.”

He smiled softly, appreciative of Keyleth’s concern. “I’m fine.” He looked over at Percy. “Can you figure out how to break his charm effect?”

Percy nodded. “I can look into it, yes.

“We need to get Gilmore back on our side.”

Everyone nodded.

“Come stay at my place tonight,” Keyleth offered. “I don’t want you going back to yours alone.”

“Thanks, K.”

Vax’s eyes lingered somewhere on the table, and only his sister noticed how he held his breath as Keyleth and Kash spoke.

“Wait.” Percy raised a brow. “How do you know they didn’t just follow you once you left?”

“I don’t. That’s why I picked somewhere public.”

“And so now they can see us all together, genius.”

“They already saw us in the videos, genius. Why do you think they came for me? I’m the public face of this thing.”

“We are in this together,” Keyleth put a hand in the center of the table, stopping the boys from going back and forth anymore than they already did. “That’s it. Okay?”

Vax finally looked up and everyone gave a cursory glance at one another before everyone muttered a firm, “Okay.”

#critical role #critical role fic #vaxleth #vaxleth fic #vaxleth au #tlovm #tlovm fic #vox machina #vox machina fic #my fic #cr fic #camp cloudtop

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elmo-is-a-forgotten-god · 2 years

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Omfg my last AP exam was so fucking rough it’s AP computer science A and holy shit it was bad. Like for context we had to test into this class through the school and only 10 of us made it so it’s a hard class to begin with, but the test was horrible. This girl who I’ve known since elementary school (I don’t really care for her) who’s like one of the smartest people I know opened the free response questions, read the first one, sighed, put it back and then took a nap instead. I cannot stress enough how out of character this is for her she got a 5 (5 point scale, 5 is best) on fucking AP physics. Another dude in my class who lives and breathes coding, like it’s his only hobby was working until the last second on both sections of the test.

TL;DR if I get a 2 on this test I’ll be fucking shocked, but there’s no f-ing way I’m getting higher than that.

#shitpost #shotpost #funny memes #memes #im a dumbass #im a dumb fuck

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The Spring After Winter - (Jungkook FF)

Chapter 4-

“Stay Alive”

I met Damen my 7th grade year, and in all honesty I completely hated him. He always had something to say and for me that was the most annoying thing ever. I guess it wasn't until after his transition and we both grew up a little that he really did start to grow on me.

Him and I quickly became so incredibly close, he started spending weeks at a time at my house and eventually I started to call him my brother (Older brother, he’s older than me by 7 months). I’d fight for him like a brother. In 8th grade a group of football jocks would still refer to Damen as his deadname, and every time they would he would have his dead stare on his face. He was never angry and never defended himself but I saw how it would affect him afterwards. Seeing him so numb to it made me livid, more than he ever was. I got to a point where I’d yell at anybody who even dared to mutter his legal name. I could see how happy that made Damen.

I still remember all the gas station walks we made in the summer, every time we would walk down the highway and past the pond to SpeedWay I’d learn a little bit more about my brother.

He really hated the heat, I mean it made him physically sick, so much so every time we made one of our trips we would have to stop half way through and sit down. His favorite genres were musicals and horror movies. Every now and then I’d catch him singing some Hamiliton song or simping over Ghost face for the thousandth time this week. I’d just giggle and accept that this is all just a part of him.

Damen is 5’7 with aqua blue dyed hair and paper pale skin. He has freckles that paint his face and the longest eyelashes any women would be envious of. He dresses like he works at a library from the 1900’s, talks like he’s lived a thousand years, and has the knowledge of a vampire scholar. Getting to know Damen the way I do has taken over 4 years because he's a hard case to crack, you have to be the right key for him to allow you inside his little circle. Though, he’s loyal and determined. He once backed a girl into a wall after she had called me a bitch at a house party. I could never forget the look on Damen’s face. He was definitely proud of himself after that one.

Surprisingly enough I was the one to introduce Yoongi to Damen. I have the texts Damen sent me the day they met imprinted in my brain, how could I forget when Damen would refuse to shut up about the guy?

“Holy fuck bunny did you hear his voice?!”

Damen, it isn't like introduced you guys -_-

“My god his style is so hot”

He wears the same thing every other day?

“Do you think he likes guys????”

Let's take a moment to look at his record, hmmm…..ex boyfriend? No women? Ah! Lets deduce the answer!! Yes Damen, he likes men.

I was really happy when they finally got together, I got to spend more time with both of them and most importantly it meant I could see my older brother smile a lot more.

The cold still nipped at my face even after I walked through the glass double doors of my school. It was 7:30 in the morning, a whole hour before school would start. Yoongi texted me this morning asking me if I could come a little early to meet him and Damen in the smaller music studios my school had built in. Yoongi had made a new track or something for his SoundCloud and wanted to show me, saying “I swear this is the one”.

I took a left from the doors and made my way to the hallway my friends were in. I knocked on the door three times until I heard some shuffling and welcoming Yoongi's face at the door.

“Okay okay, come on dude this shit is crazy” Yoongi said, rushing me to the open seat on the right of his computer. Damen waved at me and smiled.

“I have this friend who’s super good at singing but he’s never really made anything, so I invited him over last night and we made this”. He was typing so fast on his computer to find the file I swore he could have been on meth or something.

“We don’t have a name for it yet or anything but I thought you’d like it” He stuck his tongue out in concentration as he pressed play.

As the speakers started I heard his smooth raspy voice sing, his voice almost kept me in a trance from how good it sounded.

“Where did it go wrong? I don’t remember it at all. I whisper, hiding myself in a small room.”

I wanted to continue listening but my phone wouldn't stop buzzing and it distracted me too much to enjoy it. I grabbed it from my pocket and bit my lip at who it was.

Hey baby, did you make it to school?

Why did’nt you call me when you got there?

What are you doing?

Payton had a thing for “keeping me safe” or at least that’s what he referred it to. Instead it was more so him keeping watch and making sure I wasn't doing anything he didn't approve of. He certainly did not approve of Yoongi. Him being gay and dating my best friend kind of let him slide by, if it wasn't for his loud mouth.

There have been multiple times where Yoongi will voice openly about his disapproval of Payton and I’s relationship, so much so Yoongi has gone as far as to argue with Payton over how he’s treating me. Since then Payton had put a permanent ban on me seeing him.

This isn't the first time Payton’s done this either. It didn't matter if it were boys or girls, their age, or even what they meant to me. If they didn't meet up to Payton’s standards they were a big no.

Let’s be very clear. Most of the time I never listened to Payton’s bans. I still saw the people I wanted to see or do the things I wanted to do. I wanted to escape him many times, I thought about it night and day even. It’s just something that had been stopping me and I simply couldn't figure out what it was. I think after being with him for so long I convinced myself I could ever live without him. I was taking baby steps, starting with seeing whoever the hell I wanted.

Hi baby, I'm sorry! I was buying something to eat and my phone was in my bag!

Can you show me please? I’m not really sure I believe you.

Yes of course baby give me one moment!!

Now this is where I run like hell and hope no one is in line to buy muffins this early in the morning.

“Yoongi it sounds super fucking good!!” I said rushing as I grabbed my bag and jacket as fast as I could”

“Wait but you didn't even listen to it all-” Yoongi tried saying before I cut him off.

“I have to go now! Bye guys, I love you both” Slamming the door behind me running as fast as I could to the caferitera concession stands.

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“God what a bitch” Yoongi whispers to himself with a grumpy look on his face. “I bet you it’s Payton”.

“She’s not a bitch, he’s a bitch.” Damen defended as he continued scrolling through his feed.

“I’ll kill him one of these days,” said Yoongi.

#Jungkook Jungkook fanfic Jungkook x reader bts taehyung yoongi jimin bts fanfiction bts smut bts fluff

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12/20/22

Well hello, robo-followers. This week I got like 6 follows from what are clearly bots. Is this new? I don't know, I've only been here a few months. Fucking obnoxious. It's 2022, almost 2023, major record labels can accurately recognize song patterns with just seconds of audio data... and we can't figure out how to like... not let bots make accounts on websites. I don't want to get too political, I'm just gonna touch on two points here. There's really no justification for a user account to be owned and used by a computer program. Programs are not users, they can't agree to legal contracts, they are not held liable to legal contracts, so I have no clue why this is something that a Turing test is not like... mandatory for... And, my second... and I feel much more important point. It should not under any circumstances be legal for a computer program to threaten legal action against a person or business. I can't stress how strongly I feel about this line in the sand. So... I hope we start to see some changes in the next few years, especially in fields that are reserved for... arts and humanities. Human shit. The things that make our species... human. User accounts are supposed to be reserved for personal use of individuals, and representative of that user's actions, not a few pages of code. Legal action (strikes, reports, claims, etc.) are way too nuanced to be identified, confirmed and acted upon without human verification. I'm tired of multi-billion dollar corporations being lazy about this shit. You have the budget, you have the reach, you have the technology, please set a good example and stop making the users, creators and consumers suffer.

Okay, bitching out of the way, lets get to the good shit. Today was... wait for it... a good day! Holy fuck!

Hold on, I'll be right back, I made cookies. =D

Mmmmmm.

Alright, so today... I decided to try out a time management app. I don't want to get too excited just yet, it's just day one, but I do have to say it helped quite a bit. It's called Owaves, it's a scheduling app but it's like... really visual, and simple. So many scheduling/time management apps I've tried are really text-heavy and look like fucking homework or something. There's something that just subconsciously turns me off and stresses me out with that, especially on days I'm super overwhelmed. But this was really sleek and pretty and simple. So, I just threw some stuff on it while I was in bed. Coffee/cat food/breakfast/shower, plan groceries, get groceries, unpack groceries, yoga, skate, dinner, work, bed. Pretty straight forward. I gave myself wiggle room to get distracted or derailed - which I did on literally every single one - and tried to just have it serve as a... guideline, I guess. Like a sketch for a drawing.

So yeah, got really tunnel-visioned in grocery/meal planning, got a list together, went off to the grocery store like 40 minutes later than I was planning. Car was covered in snow and ice, had to dig it all off with my damn hands. It's not my car, I'm still driving the fucking rental, the dealership hasn't even called me personally back to tell me when the parts are coming in. Its been like... I don't even know, 3 weeks now? Like... I legit feel like I'm getting scammed here. Like, I feel like I should be talking to a lawyer. Anyway... I got the snow off and... my gas light was on. So I got gas, went grocery shopping. It was way more expensive than I was expecting, and it was only like 3 bags of groceries. Seriously. Since when are 3 bags of groceries $250? Like... I'm just one dude, and I don't eat as much as I should. I cook in bulk, I buy stuff on the cheaper side... Ugh. I feel for those of you with big households, I'm really sorry for how hard all of this must be for you.

I went home, unpacked the stuff and immediately did yoga. See, on the way back... I scoped out the rotary park... and it was not shoveled at all. Not even one bit. It was perfect. So I jumped right on the mat, and Max started stalking... and was like... doing what she does when she's getting ready to attack my legs. So... I paused and went and tried to play with her. But she didn't play... it was very confusing. So I went back to yoga, restarted the video and... she did it again! I felt myself getting upset, so I redirected into play again and after a few minutes it actually worked. She played for the first time since we've been here! I'm really happy about that. And now that I look over at her, she's been sleeping on my old jacket, which probably still smells like the old house. She's probably homesick, or confused. It would make sense. She lived there for like... a third of her life? That's a lot, you know. She does seem to really love it here, but I think she's still settling in. But seeing her play, when she has osteoarthritis, hypothyroidism and kidney disease was like... it just made my heart soar. Even if she was just laying on her side and playing.

I went back to yoga, the feline queen permitted me to do so, and it was really nice. The same routine again, and I'm getting a feel for it. And again, it's crazy how much my hips and neck open up with it. I think my back is going to take more work to get the rust out of the hinges, but slow progress is still progress.

I smoothed out the bottom of my board, tuned it up, that's my new routine thing for snowskating now. I have no idea why I never did it in the past. The bottom is like... some kind of thick plastic coating, so if you skate over rocks, gravel, or dig a bit too deep and hit pavement or whatever, it will scratch and leave grooves in the bottom of the board which kill your speed. I mean that, there's really no feeling quite like riding a brand new off-the-line snowskate, that kind of speed is like... enjoy it, because you're never gonna feel it again! XD But cutting the grooves out and sanding the bottom with 100, 400 and 1500 grit pads really help a lot. Obviously it's not perfect, but it makes a big difference.

I hit up the park. The snow was about... 3-4 inches deep? Soft powder with a very thin crust on it. Very good conditions. Unfortunately, prepping the snow was pretty necessary, and that eats up a lot of your muscle endurance when you're skating alone. It's decent warm-up, but... ugh. So I did a little flatground to warm-up and headed over to the 2-set. I was determined to land the shuvit down the stairs today. I ollied it a few times no problem. But my shuvs kept going wide. I was just like... not catching them right. You really have to have your landing straight with snowskates, there's a lot that can make you just stop right in your tracks. I tried a dozen times, shifting my back foot position, trying to focus on front foot catch, trying to focus on watching the board mid-air. I got really close over and over but... nothing. And then it hit me... a realization I had last time. I need to practice landing at speed.

As I walked up to the top of the hill, I was musing on how just riding and ollieing at speed is like... some of the most useful practice you can do all-around for snowskating. For real. You get really comfortable on your board, used to "carving"... let's just say "board-handling", when and how to push, learning what conditions you can carry speed in and what you can't, and what you need to do to carry it. But the ollies really make the difference. Not just learning the different ollie position for snowskating, with your toes right at the very edge of the tail, but landing. Because landing on a snowskate can feel like jumping onto an ice skating rink in shoes sometimes. The more you get used to that feeling, the easier it is to stick... well... every goddamn trick period. Ollie is a bit easier because the board comes with you, but... the landing is the same low-friction slip-fest as landing any other trick.

So, I bombed the hill and found a good natural kicker right before the benches where I had been skating flatground, about half-way down the hill. It was a decent hill, I could carry speed well enough, it even had some sections where I could pump so I didn't have to kick as much. And I started just bombing down and seeing how far I could ollie. The biggest one was about 6 feet. It was so much fun. I really enjoyed it. So, after I got that ollie down, I went back over to the 2-set, ollied it like it was a crack in a sidewalk and did a few shuvit tries and... landed it. Yep. It's like... a baby trick, on a baby stairset, but... I had tried that trick like 25 times this week, at least. Riding away was just... such a good feeling. I was beaming walking back to get a drink of water. Then I bomb-dropped the 4-set, and that wasn't bad at all. It's gonna take a bit for me to get brave enough to ollie that, but I think it should happen this year. That'll be the biggest stairset I've ollied... ever. On anything. And there's a 6-set at the park too, if I start to get really fucking brave, and it's steeper too, so less to clear, but the catch there is... the landing is about 25 feet and then it's right into traffic, so if my board shoots out... no bueno.

Oh, then I landed a moving kickflip. First one of the year. Didn't carry a lot of speed, but still cool. And then on my way out I tried a big spin and actually got really close. Like I stuck it but underrotated and had to sorta powerslide to cheat it a bit, but that was a personal NBD. I've done fakie big spin before, but not regular. I think big spins might actually be easier than 3 shuvs, at least on a snowskate. I'm gonna keep trying them, I just.. once again... need to practice landing. And for that one, I need to practice landing switch, which is a whole other can of worms.

But all-in-all, that was a really good session and I'm really glad I went. Super glad I did yoga first, I would've been a wreck if I didn't.

Chinese leftovers for dinner, cookies for dessert. Spent the rest of the night eating (I eat really slowly, I'm noticing it's a pretty big problem with my schedule) and watching videos on wire-wrapped jewelry and stuff. I want to take that small quartz piece I worked on the other day and put it on a ring, I think that would be sick. I'm just not sure how. I really struggle to visualize these wire pieces, it's weird. I can visualize mandala stuff easy (when I do), zentangle style I tend to just... do without thinking, and the realism stuff I usually use reference. Trying to come up with a custom wire design feels similar to like... you know those metal puzzles you get at hobby shops or whatever? Where you have to like get a ring off of a bent metal shape or like, figure out how to untangle two entwined metal shapes the right way? I feel like I'm making one of those. And my brain just starts shooting sparks sometimes. So, my counter to that has been to look for inspiration, and just put my own detail work on it, my own embellishments. I found some cool designs that I'll probably come back to tomorrow or something. I didn't actually get anything hands-on done today, but that's okay, research is still work. I did find a video on pricing jewelry, which was really helpful, and definitely applies to my other artwork as well.

Hell, since I'm on it, let's go into this weird thought. So... people seem to think when they're paying for artwork that they're just like... helping the artist recoup the cost of supplies. People I've talked to, at least. They really don't do the math on like... labor... skilled labor, that is... And my work, well... it varies. So let's touch on the two topics one at a time so I don't forget because I 100% will.

Supplies - Since college... well... actually since before that, if I'm being honest... I have been making art on pretty much fucking everything. Mostly cardboard, but also scraps of wood, sheets of lined paper, whatever the fuck I was either close to at the time or called to me. A lot of my art evolved into this concept of beautifying things that were destined to sit around and collect dust... or fated to be thrown in a landfill. But it wasn't really a conscious thought so much, it was just... "Oh, I want to do this piece and... that piece of wood over there, I could see it on that." Or the reverse, when I stumble across a piece of cardboard or something and go "oh, I could see a cool abstract design right here, etc. etc." I strayed from using traditional art supplies so much that in drawing class, I made my own paint pens with shoe polish applicators and acrylic paint so I could use the same paint I was using for painting class. Don't get me wrong, I still bought paint, I still bought Micron pens, I still bought Prismacolor pencils. There's no real substitute for that. And once I found the combination of Bristol paper and Micron pens, and Prismacolor pencils... *chef's kiss*. That's a lovely place to draw. So what I'm kinda saying is... my supply cost has never been that high at all. Sometimes, especially with like... carving found pieces of wood or shaping found stone... the supply cost is like... fractions of pennies, or nothing at all. It's almost not even worth calculating.

Labor - That leads into this tricky bitch. I tend to work slow. I always have, I always will, it's just what I do. It's my speed. Let's use my profile picture piece for example. That one, at the point of the picture, was over 40 hours in. I had it documented, I streamed the entire process of drawing it. So... say a friend really wants that piece. And they think my skills are worth the wage of a $20/hour job. Which is literally a McDonald's wage right now. So... hi, self-worth, let's try $25 so I don't feel like the past 15 years were a waste of time. It's a start. So $25 x 40 = $1000. Not including materials... and, as we said, that's a tricky one because like... how do you charge for one sheet of paper and fractions of pencils? How do you even do the math on that? Welp, Strathmore says their sheets of Bristol are about $0.50 each. Let's assume the pencils are around the same, so let's make that an even dollar. Double that shit so I can recoup my losses. Wow, we're adding 2 dollars, woohoo! $1002. Now we're at wholesale prices. So, I'm supposed to double that again for my friend. That's my sales price, even to friends. $2004. And then, if market value should be higher because, you know... it feels like it should be valued higher... then I can adjust that accordingly.

I'm going to say this out loud (in text), it feels weird talking about this. But here's the rub, and probably the reason it feels weird to talk about it. I WAS NEVER TAUGHT THIS. No one has really even had a discussion with me about this! I learned this shit literally tonight, from a handmade jewelry artist in Canada on YouTube. I did 3 years as an art major, I worked as an artist's assistant with an internationally renown artist and I was never actually taught how to value and sell my own art. I am 30 fucking 6. I have been doing art professionally for 15 years. And I don't know how to price my shit. And I'm worried people will rip me off. Because literally everyone I have done work for has ripped me off and taken advantage of my compulsive generosity, humility and self-sacrifice. So... maybe that's the reason I don't have a successful, flourishing career? XD Ya think?!

So yeah, if you're an art educator, please go to your department head or whatever and sit them down and insist that they teach art students how to value and price their own work. At least to get a ballpark. At very least what I covered here. And please stress that there aren't rules to this shit, that you can go high as the sky if people want to pay that - and if someone wants to pay that much in appreciation of art, there should be no negative feelings around that.

So yeah, I guess I'm saying this because I remember people watching me make this owl piece on Twitch and they just... didn't really seem to value the training and skill that went into it? They thought I was just doing it as a hobby or something? Which is really fucking strange, and kinda hurts, you know? Maybe they didn't access enough brain cells to even get that far in their train of thought. But I'm just gonna level... I don't think a single person that went "wow, that's amazing!" when they dropped by my stream would be willing to pay full price. Even if they knew how many hours went into it. I doubt they'd be willing to pay half-price. And that's the kind of feeling and vibe that sends artists who like... enjoy food and shelter and all that... into this frantic mode of like... "what else can I do?" "What different can I do?" "What outside of my natural inspiration and creative drive can I do to accommodate to cheap people who buy bargain bin knockoff shit from factories in China?" "Can I scan this and sell a cheap print version for a fraction of the cost?" "Can I get them to subscribe to Patreon for $5/month and have my piece gather dust for 2 years?" "How can I sell out and still maintain my artistic integrity?"

Ugh, this is what happens when I get into the sales and business side of... my business. I fucking hate it. I'm not made for this shit. Give me a piece of wood and I'll carve cool shit in it for 6 hours. Give me a raw stone and I'll sand it down into a beautiful faceted centerpiece. Give me inspiration and I'll spin you gold from hay. But I cannot say this enough times. I'm so fucking tired of saying it. I. Am. Not. A. Salesman. This shit straight up stresses me out.

Aaaaaand I actually managed to lose my own interest! *standing ovation* Well done, me! Enough of that economic sales and marketing garbage, good lord. I just want to make cool shit. I really really hope that someday I'm lucky enough to have someone knowledgeable in my life - a partner, an assistant, a mentor, whatever - who enjoys that kind of stuff, who I trust, who can take over so I can just focus on creating. That and marketing are the missing pieces that would make me flourish.

Anywho, wasn't planning to get into this shit, thus is the nature of stream of consciousness. Today was a good day, lot of accomplishments, and I don't want to get bogged down by this whole "hermit can't sell his art because he still gets super overwhelmed around people" thing. Don't wanna lose sight of what today was about. Pushing outside of my comfort zone and finding great accomplishments and rewards for doing so. And cookies. =D

#diary #journal #online journal #stream of consciousness #stream of thoughts #snowskating #selling art

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self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2 · 1 year

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Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 03x14

Long Distance Call

🎶they’re going to talk to the other side🎶 “that’s my guess anyway”  “That little shaky face thing Jensen did during the demon scene was perfect horror”

🎶drugs and alcohol yeahhyeahh🎶

“Drinking like that at night gives me a headache”  It’s true. Spouse can’t handle his liquor anymore

“Sha33? That sounds like an encryption thing but it’s not”  “oh yeah. Isn’t the person dead but begging the people to kill themselves?”  “Can’t remember what Sha33 stands for. I think I remember this one though? So I can pick up nuance details like the drapes, which are very drape colored”  “Well you didn’t break it hard enough dude”  “like squishing a grape but maybe more like hitting the grape with a tennis racket”  “he’s literally talking with his mouth full”  Pointed out that Dean hasn’t worn John’s jacket for a while

“Even Jensen can make eating with his mouth full look sexy. It just takes my breath away. You know how it is”  “Linda Bateman or Linda Babeman?” 

“So when a trucker uses a piss jug, and if they die randomly, and they’re super angry, are they still floating around as spirits too? Are they tied to their piss jug? Am I tied to my piss? If I die angry, will I come back, too? Do all I have to do is piss in a bottle and make it so that if I die, I get to haunt you? Or do I need to add fingernails and stuff, too?”

What in the actual fuck

“Is the guy actually going to run the number?”

Why would you want to jerk off at work? Ew.

‘Idk why they put that in there”  “I feel like if thats going to make it worse to tell the kid that she isn’t crazy, because she’s going to believe her mom now”  “I don’t remember that part”  “If it really is dad, you got a man on the inside and figure out how to get out of your hell deal”  “very 70s divider. Oh maybe 60s. Idk”  “I know they made that cringey on purpose, but it still cringed”  “They had Caller ID back then. I guess that’s the joke”  “oh shit. The demon is here or whatever the fuck”  “Fkn instant messenger, dude”

“Oh my goddddddddd”  “I’ve always as a kid thought it was funny that computers are so expensive and do all of this gene-folding calculations, but we just use them to talk to people.”  “Is Mom going to come out of the computer?”  “How many more until Castiel?”  “No evidence it can’t? That’s very positive way to think of things”  “That’s how these things work, though. Dean gets the call after Sam leaves so of course Dean is going to go somewhere; it’s what he does”  “911 emergency”  “what in the McDonald’s shit is this?”  “that’s the dramatization I’d expect - hundreds vs millions.”  “Simon be fkn dead yo”  “making holy water in a plastic jug”  “He didn’t stop? He would’ve stopped”  “Is it the gross telephone guy after all?”  “that was unfortunate, but that’s what you get for messing with the phone company dill weed”  “nice”  “is he deep-throating this bitch or what?”  “Isn’t there some other creature like the Darkness that eats souls too or something?”  “I want raspberries. All that jelly on the knife makes me want butter bread”  I wish I could convey how much I say “I’m not writing that down” during each episode

“Not much has changed in the last 15 years - we’re even more connected nowadays. It could be worse or better; depends on how you look at it”  “this is going to be a really awkward conversation for dean once he’s done fighting that guy”  “Oh hell yeah brother. Skewer that bitch”  “Splat”  “that’s not a very good answer dean”  “stupid fkn looks”

“Without the extra expressiveness, this show would have sucked so bad”  Jensen really brought Dean to life

“Douche”  “they made up with a beer. It’s fine”

#beautifulspouserewatchesspn #supernatural #supernatural s3 #supernatural rewatch

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sunflowerdaisybee · 3 years

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hi again :)) its yet again the brand new tumblr user lmao,, ok so like could i maybe request karlnapity x ftm reader? like so basically they all video call and when yn speaks everyone's like "YOOO YOUR VOICW DROPPED SO MUCH" and they're all simping for him :))

As someone who is ftm themselves this made me really excited and I had a lot of fun while writing this. I hope you enjoy!

Summary: You unknowingly surprise your boyfriends when you finally join in to their group call

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Karlnapity X Reader

Pronouns: He/Him

[A/n]: Requests are open! :] <3

Kicking off your shoes and hanging your coat up you let out an excited sigh. After waiting for what felt like months you would finally get to do a group call with all three of your boyfriends.

You guys would prefer to call more often as a group but with different time zones and different schedules, it can get pretty tough. Though tonight was a night you guys would all be available!

You sadly were joining a tad late due to work but the boys said they didn’t mind as long as you joined in eventually.

Walking into your office and powering up your computer you buzzed with excitement. Opening up the app that you all called on and finding your chat you saw the boys were in call together.

Joining in you heard Sapnap telling a story.

“And at that point, I was ready to roundhouse kick the dog-“ Though his story was quickly interrupted by Karl.

“(Y/n)!!! You’re here!!! How was work? How have you been?” You couldn’t help but giggle at his words.

“Hold on Karl, I’m interested in what Sapnap was talking about.” The call went silent for a moment after you spoke.

“Hey, is something wrong?” Your excited tone was quickly overtaken by a nervous and sad one.

“Holy shit dude, your voice has dropped so much since we last talked! What the hell!” Quackity was the first to speak, his words triggering the other two into responding as well.

“Who are you and where’s the real (y/n)? Your voice is too deep to belong to my boyfriends.” Sapnap’s playful questioning made you laugh.

“Holy shit even your laugh is so sexy, brb gonna die.” Karl’s words made you laugh even more.

Calming down from your little giggle fit you couldn’t help but try to defend yourself.

“I don’t think it’s gotten that deep has it? I didn’t really notice.”

“Well it’s not Corpse deep but holy shit, like damn how did you not notice?” Quackity’s question was rhetorical but you still shrugged anyways.

“Yeah like Quack said, it’s not super deep but it’s definitely dropped enough for us to notice.”

“Not that I’m complaining.”

“I don’t think any of us are.” Their playful words made a soft red rise to your cheeks.

“You guys are goofballs.”

“Yeah but we’re your goofballs, you goofball” You chuckled at Sapnaps words.

“I am literally in love with your laugh, (y/n) please never stop laughing.”

“I can die happy after hearing his laugh.”

“If you die I call dibs on your hat!”

“Just because I said I could die happy doesn’t mean it’s gonna happen anytime soon!” All four of you burst into laughter.

“What am I gonna do with you guys?” The question was meant to be rhetorical but that didn’t stop Karl from answering.

“Give us kisses?” Everyone chuckled at Karl’s answer.

“Next time I see you guys in person I will give you kisses.” Cheers erupted from the three boys, bringing a cheery smile to your face.

Once the overall rowdiness died down the four of you began chatting about anything and everything that came to mind. Of course with the occasional comment on your voice from one of your three boys.

Though sadly as the conversations continued, so did the hours passing by. Before any of you realized it was well past midnight and even though it was the weekend tomorrow that didn’t mean you could stay up forever.

With a sad smile, you all said goodbyes and love you’s, though Karl, Sapnap, and Quackity had a few extra things to say.

“Make sure you’re taking care of yourself, eating every day, and drinking water every day. Don’t forget to do things like shower and brush your teeth, and other stuff like that.”

“I will, I will. And the same to all three of you guys.”

“Don’t overwork yourself too much, I know work can be tough sometimes but that doesn’t mean it has to be tough on you too.”

“I know, and I will take it easy. I promise. But you three gotta promise to do the same, no overwhelming yourself for any dumb videos or anything.”

“We promise. Also, can you start sending like weekly voice messages to the group chat? I not only miss your voice but after hearing your voice drop so much since last time I wanna be able to hear it more.”

“Of course Karl, anything for my baby.”

“Hey what about us?”

“You guys are my babies too.”

“Uh sure, you’re just saying that.”

“Ok Quackity, if that’s how it’s gonna be I’ll just send the voice updates to Karl and Sapnap, you’ll have to wait till next call to hear me.”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” You all laughed at his swift response. You too were kidding but he already knew that.

“Alright, I really should get going now. Night guys, love you.”

“Love you too.” “Night babe, love you too.” “Goodnight! I love you tooooo!”

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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Every Little Thing

Pairing: Colin Shea x fem!Reader

Words: ~4.3k

Summary: You and Colin are two slutty pea in a pod neighbors, but maybe you could be more?

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (fingering, f receiving oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex), idiots in love, excessive alcohol consumption, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: Ugh, I love Colin and I can’t believe it took me so long to write him. Before I get a bunch of notes about it, they’re gonna realize their feelings eventually but it might take a couple fics because they’re both morons, but they’re pretty morons so it’s fine 😉

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Oh god, what the fuck was that noise? Why was your phone ringing at 8 AM on a fucking Sunday?

You picked up the offensive object and growled when you got a look at the caller ID.

“Colin, it’s Sunday morning, this had better be really good. I didn’t get home until 4 AM.”

“She won’t fucking leave.” He hissed over the line. “She wants to go out for waffles.”

“I fail to see how this is my problem.” You grumbled, rolling over onto your back and flinging your arm over your eyes. “Just ditch her at the fucking waffle place.”

“C’mon, Y/N, that’s like a second date. What about our deal?” That fucking deal, he definitely benefitted more from it than you did.

“You’re an asshole.” You mumbled, sitting up with an exhausted groan. “Gimme 5 minutes.”

“You’re the best!” You could hear the fucking grin in his voice and rolled your eyes at him.

“Yeah, I fucking know.” You didn’t wait for him to confirm before you hung up on him, stretching your whole body as you moved to put on some clothes.

It only took you a few minutes to pull on some old jeans and a sweatshirt and then you were stomping across the hall to Colin’s apartment, determined to make this as uncomfortable as possible for him.

“Colin Shea!” You pounded on the door viciously. “This is your wife! I found your little love nest! What hooker do you have in there now?”

You couldn’t help but grin to yourself as you heard a commotion from inside, someone was cursing up a storm and you were pretty sure you heard a couple of slaps.

“I can hear you in there.” You tried to make it sound like you were on the verge of tears. “What about Colin Junior? I’m not raising that baby on my own, you bastard!”

The door slammed open and a very angry looking woman stormed out, shooting a glare over her shoulder and calling Colin a motherfucker as she scurried down the stairs. He came rushing after her with a frustrated look on his face, rubbing the side of his jaw and scowling when he got a look at the shit eating grin on your face.

“My wife?” He asked incredulously, grabbing his hoodie and pulling it over his naked torso as you just continued laughing at him. “That was kinda mean.”

“8 AM on a Sunday, Shea.” You booped his nose with your finger and winked at him before turning to head back to your place. “You wake me up before 10 AM on a weekend and you take what you can get. I’m going back to bed.”

“Wait, Y/N, don’t you wanna have breakfast or something?” He jogged after you, ignoring the glower you shot him as you opened your door. “I’ll make you my famous eggs.”

“Did you not hear me when I said I got in at 4 AM?” You frowned at him when he kept you from closing your front door. “Colin, quit being so clingy. If I wanted to have breakfast with some annoying dude I would’ve actually brought that lawyer from last night home.”

“A lawyer, huh?” He was giving you one of those stupid looks that he typically reserved for girls he was trying to bang but that he definitely knew didn’t work on you. “And that didn’t even do it for you.”

“I mean, I still rode that beard for a good hour, but he was super depressing.” You kept knocking your door against his foot with an annoyed air. “Which is why I need to sleep, so get out of my fucking doorway.”

“Fine, we’re hanging out later though!” He called as you slammed the door in his face.

You just ripped off your clothes and crawled back into bed, burying your face in your pillows and cursing the sun as you did your best to fall back asleep.

It must have happened at some point, because you woke up six hours later with a mouth full of cotton and absolutely drenched in sweat. Why was it so fucking hot?

The pillow case tried to come with your face when you rolled out of the bed and you threw it away from you with a huff as you padded to inspect your air conditioner.

It wasn’t on. You knelt in front of it and whined as you tried flicking it off and on and nothing happened. This could not be happening, not with summer just about to start. It was supposed to be in the 90s today. No matter what you tried, it didn’t turn on. Granted, all you tried was unplugging it and plugging it back in, but that always worked with your computer.

The call to the repair company was no luck, they were closed for the weekend. This was going to suck, you fucking hated being hot. You moved to your kitchen to try to find some way to cool off after opening every damn window in your place to hopefully get some kind of air circulation going.

That’s when you spotted it.

The frozen margarita machine you had bought on an absinthe fueled online shopping spree and never gotten around to returning. It was like a little miracle right there in your kitchen, designed to help you cool off and get drunk so you could forget about how fucking hot it was while you did the week’s worth of chores you had been procrastinating.

You hummed happily when that first gulp of frozen tequila goodness slid down your throat, and maybe you shouldn’t have chugged the whole thing but who fucking cared, it was hot. Time flew by as you downed those things like it was your fucking job, scrubbing your pots and pans and singing little songs to yourself.

Music started drifting through your open windows but you barely registered it even as you started singing along because it was Queen and how could you not.

It was the third time you had filled that margarita machine and you were feeling fantastic, dancing around your kitchen as you continued cleaning your dishes. Whoever was playing music was still going strong and you began belting when they started doing Seven Seas of Rhye.

“You are mine, I possess you, I belong to you foreveeeEEER!”

“Hey, Y/N!”

Your badass high note devolved into a shriek and you turned to chuck the cup you were holding at the intruder on the fire escape, cursing when you saw it was Colin. He managed to duck out of the way at the last second with a muttered fuck and you sighed as you watched your mug sail over his shoulder.

“Fuck, Shea, that was my favorite mug!” You pouted, stamping your foot a little and taking another gulp of your margarita. “What the fuck are you doing on my fire escape?”

He gave you a stupid cocky grin as he watched to try to lean on one hand on your counter and almost go down when you missed it at the last second.

“Are you drunk, honey?” Fuck him for calling you honey, that wiley asshole. “We could hear you singing from the roof.”

“I’m just a little buzzed.” You hiccupped. “Who’s we?”

“My band.” He crawled into your apartment and caught you when you tripped over your own feet again, still grinning at you like an idiot. “The ones you were singing along with.”

“That was your band?” You had never realized how blue his eyes were. “You guys sound great!”

“Yeah, you sound pretty good yourself.” He grabbed the cup you were holding and gave it a sniff, coughing a little before he set it on the counter. “Maybe you should come hang out with us instead of drinking what I think is blended jet fuel and ice all by yourself.”

“If I’m gonna hang out with you guys I think I should bring a pitcher of margs.” He was really fucking pretty, had you noticed that before? “Don’t wanna be a bad hostess.”

“Oh, baby, you’re wasted.” He tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear and you felt your chest flutter a little bit. “No more margs for you. Come sing with us while you sober up. No, no.” He pulled you back when you tried to crawl out the window and started dragging you towards your door. “Ladder doesn’t really seem like a good idea right now, let’s take the stairs.”

You tossed your head back as you laughed, slapping his chest while you leaned heavily on him and let him guide you through the hall and to the stairs to the roof. Those were some firm pecs, you were a little marvelled at the way your palm just bounced right off so you slapped it again.

“Wow.” It was like your hand was moving independently from your brain as you gave him a pretty brazen squeeze. “Your tits are fantastic, Colin.”

“Holy shit, Y/N!” He was laughing hysterically when he shoved the door to the roof open. “Your drunk game is on point sweetie. Guys, this is Y/N, the killer vocals you heard from downstairs. She’s a little tipsy.”

They introduced themselves and you promptly forgot all of their names, your hand trailing down Colin’s chest until you could press it against his abs. This was getting weird, it’s not like you hadn’t seen him naked before. But seeing and touching were apparently two very different things.

“We still doing Queen, boys?” You said, finally tearing your eyes away from Colin after poking him in the bellybutton and grinning when he made a noise like the Pillsbury doughboy. “Cos I’m good with whatever.”

“What about some Journey?” He slung his SG over his shoulder and watched you carefully as you grabbed the mike one of his bandmates was handing you. “You wanna sit down, hon?”

“Don’t call me hon, sweetheart.” You teased, giving him a wink and tapping the mike a couple of times. “I’ll be fine. Journey feels a little basic but ok. Faithfully or Lovin’ Touchin’ Squeezin’?”

That grin he gave you should not have been affecting you like this, maybe you did have too many margaritas. The bassist started playing the opening riff to Lovin’ Touchin’ Squeezin’ and your grin got even wider, your hips moving to the beat as you kept your eyes on Colin. You laughed happily when he joined in with the guitar part, joining in after the piano had done its thing and losing yourself in the music.

He could not take his eyes off of you, he was pretty sure you’d never been this fucking cheerful around him before. Not that you were especially grumpy or anything, or that your typical dry wit didn’t immediately endear you to him. But seeing you with that goofy grin as you sang every fucking Journey song they had in their roster until the sun set was not helping the already prodigious crush he had on you.

Now the two of you were sitting on the couch he had dragged up there months ago and watching his bandmates pack up their gear, saying goodbye to each of them as they headed down the stairs and left you two to lean against each other and sigh happily. You had your legs flung over his lap as he plucked at his guitar strings lazily, kicking your feet slowly and leaning back on the sofa as you watched him closely and sipped on a bottle of water.

“You ever do any actual performing, honey?” He asked, his fingers running over your calf absentmindedly. “Cos with that voice you could probably line up some gigs.”

“Just karaoke.” You murmured. You were definitely sobering up now, but you were still hyper aware of his hands on your skin and it was giving you some feelings you weren’t totally sure about. “Lemme see that thing.”

“What?” He gave a little huff when you grabbed the neck of his guitar and pulled it into your lap. “Baby, do not tell me you play.”

“I mean, it’s been a little while, but I think I remember a couple chords.” You gave him another grin and his chest started to hurt.

“Jesus, a couple chords?” He laughed to cover the absolutely filthy sound he almost made when you started playing, it was like he had made you on a computer. “Honey, that’s Led Zeppelin.”

“Yeah, but it’s easy Zeppelin.” You teased, turning your body so you could lean against his chest and not missing the low rumble you felt when you tucked your head against his shoulder. “It’s Coda.”

“Uh-huh.” Being this close to you was doing something to him, he suddenly had the overwhelming urge to smell your hair.

“Why haven’t we slept together, Col?” Fuck it, you might as well do this.

He choked on the water he was drinking, turning his face so he didn’t spit it all over you as you stopped your playing and grinned at him.

“I seem to remember giving it a good try when you moved in.” He managed to get himself under control and turned his face back to you. “But you said you had a rule about not fucking people who live in the same building as you. Something about not shitting where you eat.”

“That’s about sex with coworkers.” You said, scrunching your face up as you tried to remember what your exact justification had been.

“Which is what I told you.” He tried to scoot away from you but you followed after him. “To which you replied, ‘doesn’t matter, not gonna happen’.”

“Huh, that seems awful short-sighted of me.” You scooted closer again and this time he let you. “C’mon, we’ve fucked almost everyone else in this city, we’d have gotten to each other eventually anyways.”

“Jesus, what a romantic sentiment.” He was trying to focus real hard on his softeners, but they weren’t working with you squirming against him like that. “You really want to do this?”

“I mean, I think we’d enjoy it.” You set his guitar aside and turned so your chest was pressed to his. “It’s not like we’re gonna catch feels, or anything. Just gonna see what all the fuss is about.”

“Right.” Maybe this would get his little crush out of his system. “Let’s not do it on the roof, though.”

“God, no. My place?” You stood up and started heading towards the fire escape.

“Yeah, ok.” He watched you climb down to your apartment before sliding down the ladder after you like the damn frat boy he was.

As soon as he climbed in the window you were dragging him towards you, swallowing his tiny cry of surprise when you pulled his mouth to yours. His lips were unbelievably soft against your own, and when he opened up and stroked your tongue with his?

Fuck.

“Shit, Colin.” You purred when he started trailing his lips down your throat. “I feel like maybe we should’ve done this sooner.”

“Yeah, maybe.” His voice was muffled as his mouth moved to your chest, one hand moving to hook under the neckline of your camisole and pulling on it until your breasts popped out. “Well fuck me. No wonder you know so much about fantastic tits.”

You laughed at that, arching into his face and grinning down at him as he buried his face between your tits and gazed at you through his lashes. Those stupid, long as all fuck lashes that were brushing against your skin as he mouthed at your soft curves.

“Jesus, fuck.” You wound your fingers through his hair when he dragged his tongue over your nipple, tugging on it softly and guiding him further into your apartment. “God, you really know how to use that mouth of yours, sweetie.”

“Oh, honey, you don’t even know.” He teased, moving his face back to yours and lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist as he started carrying you towards your bedroom. “You wanna find out, though?”

“You tease all the girls you fuck this much?” You nipped at his lips and grinned when he moaned into your mouth, reaching behind you to open the door to your bedroom.

“Nah, that’s just for you, baby.” He cooed, giving you a quick peck on the lips before dropping you on the bed with a huff.

Every place his fingers touched sent a jolt of heat through your body straight to your core, your eyes never leaving his as he started kissing and nipping his way down your torso after pulling your cami over your head. He grinned against your thigh when you moaned after he yanked your shorts down your legs, sucking a soft bruise into your flesh before rubbing his face over your clothed core and inhaling deeply.

You throbbed under his lips as he pressed gentle kisses over the fabric that covered your mound, hooking your legs over his shoulders and trying to grind into him when he tugged at your panties with his teeth and let them snap back into place teasingly. His fingers skimmed up your legs until he could hook them under the band of your panties and drag them off you, sighing heavily when he settled back between your thighs and got a good look at you.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.” He spread you apart with his fingers and flicked his tongue out to run over your slit softly, moaning when he finally tasted you.

“I bet you say that to all the girls.” You ran your fingers through his hair and beamed at him, rolling your hips against his face when he sucked your pussy lips into his mouth with a low hum.

Colin chuckled into your cunt at that, pressing gentle kisses all over your soft folds before dragging his tongue over you in a heavy stripe. Your body reacted immediately when he reached your clit, your back arching off the bed and your legs curling around his neck as he repeated the same process but at a much slower pace.

Two of his fingers slid inside you as he wrapped his lips around your clit and you keened, gripping his hair by the roots and tugging hard when he started stretching you open while his lips drove you wild. The rhythm of his suction and release matched the curling of his fingers inside you and made you want to scream, your free hand reaching above your head and digging hard into your pillow as your body tried to rise off the bed when he brought you right to the edge of your peak right away.

“Col, Colin, oh fuck.” He felt like your thighs were gonna suffocate him but those sounds you were making for him had him past the point of caring about a silly thing like oxygen. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Your whole body seized against his face as you let out a gorgeous fluttering moan, soaking his lips and chin in your release as he hummed with satisfaction into your pussy. He sat up when you finally released him, removing his clothes in a rush as he watched you pant underneath him and run your tongue over your lips. God, you were fucking beautiful, he couldn’t believe he’d waited so long to do this.

Before you had a chance to say anything he was hooking your knee over his elbow and thrusting into you, sheathing himself to the hilt in one smooth motion and releasing his breath in a thin hiss when he felt your satiny walls flutter around him.

“Ah, fuck, you feel amazing.” He ducked his face to catch your lips with his before pulling back with a groan. “Shit, I forgot a condom. Uh, I’m clean, just got tested last week.”

“God, you’re fine sweetie.” You brought a hand up to cup his jaw and ran a thumb over his cheek in a soothing gesture. “Also clean and I have an IUD, so we’re peachy. I am a little mad at you though.”

“Yeah, why?” He wasn’t too worried, you were still grinning at him as he started moving his hips slowly.

“Well, Jesus, fuck, you’re big.” You almost lost your train of thought when he tilted your hips just a bit and his cock hit you deep. “I usually like to reciprocate oral, sweetie. I barely even got a look at what you’re packing down there.”

“You’ve seen it before.” He groaned when you wrapped your free leg around his hips and rolled your body against his.

“Just glances though.” You gripped his biceps and dug your nails in, biting your lip as he continued dragging his length over every inch of you at an agonizing pace. “And never hard.”

“Honey, there’s no way I’m pulling out for you to take a good look so you’re gonna have to make due.” He teased, grinding against your clit and grinning when your eyes fluttered closed.

“Fine.” You huffed, frowning a little before winking at him. “We’re switching then.”

“What?”

You didn’t answer, just giving him a cocky grin and gripping his hips with your thighs. One quick move and he was under you, a small sound of surprise leaving his lips when you were suddenly straddling his hips and grinning down at him.

“Oh yeah, that’s better.” You placed one palm on the center of his chest and curled your fingers through his chest hair as you rose up on your knees before sinking down again nice and slow, loving the low groan you felt reverberate in his chest when you clenched around him. “Good for you, Col?”

“Yes, yeah, s’ good.” He was completely mesmerized by you, his eyes trailing over your body as you arched your back and continued to ride him.

The way he was reacting to you was making it hard for you to focus on what you were doing, his eyes soft and relaxed on yours and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he slowly moved his hips to meet your own. You could’ve lost yourself in those eyes if you really wanted to.

Shit, none of that.

His fingers started trailing up your sides when he fucked up into you suddenly and he lost it at the way your tits bounced for him, sitting up with a whine and nuzzling into your chest before wrapping his lips around your nipple as he started bucking wildly.

“Shit, fuck, Colin.” He was hitting your cervix with each punch of his hips and it was taking all your self control to not pass out from how hard he was railing you, wrapping your legs around him and dragging your lips over his jaw. “Baby, you’re gonna make me come again.”

“Yeah? Good.” He cupped your jaw and brought your face back to his, tugging at your lips with his teeth while he gazed into your eyes. “I wanna watch your face while you come.”

You kept your eyes open and trained on his, worrying his bottom lip with your teeth and resting your forehead against his as you felt a warm coil gathering in the pit of your stomach. It was like you were falling into those lust blown pools as he took you apart, your lips crashing against his as the coil snapped and you gasped his name into his mouth.

The feeling of your entire body fluttering around him was too much, and he followed you with a low growl. He muttered your name under his breath as he spilled his cum inside you, holding you close to his chest and rubbing his nose against yours.

You fell on top of him when he collapsed back against the bed, the two of you laughing breathlessly as you tangled your limbs and molded your lips together before pulling back and gazing at each other some more. Both of you lost yourselves for just a beat, your chests heaving against each other’s before disconnecting and rolling off the bed in two opposite directions as you did your best to compose yourselves.

“I’d say you definitely earned all those screams I’ve heard coming from your apartment, Shea.” You teased, trying your best to lighten the mood and not dwell on the desire you had to ask him to spend the night.

“Yeah, well I’ve always thought so.” He was avoiding looking at you as much as possible, searching the room for his clothes and fighting the urge to pull you back into the bed and snuggle with you. “Have you seen my converse?”

“Yeah, here.” You shoved his shoes at him after pulling an oversized tee over your head. “Well, I’ve got work in the morning, so…”

“Right, I’ll, um, I’ll talk to you later, I guess.” He shuffled towards your front door and pulled it open before leaning back to look at you one more time. “You can join us for band practice any time, by the way.”

“That would be great.” That smile you were giving him made him feel like his heart was going to break. “I promise not to be sloppy drunk next time.”

“Aww, drunk Y/N was pretty fun, but ok.” He winked at you then left in a hurry, slamming the door behind him.

You fell back on your bed and ran your hands over your face in frustration, hating yourself for coming up with this stupid idea because now all you wanted was to have breakfast with that beautiful idiot tomorrow after sleeping on top of his chest.

“Goddamn it.”

Colin grabbed himself a beer when he got back to his apartment and chugged it, sinking into one of his barstools and considering the fact that he was absolutely not over his crush after everything the two of you had just done.

“Shit.”

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llazyneiph · 3 years

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Calling out Magic-Bot

ohhh sweetie... your responses to my adf*y post just really weren't the best look for you. And unluckily for you, I don't give a shit about coming off as 'nice' or being perceived as a 'good' simblr, so I'm gonna call you out on your bullshit. If I have to be the asshole of the community, then so be it.

I was reading them actually wondering if you bothered to even give my post more than a skim over because if you had actually read it then some of the stuff you replied...

Lets start at the beginning:

Honestly I could just end the post after that because holy shit dude, I literally said in my post 'Don't piss where you eat' and here you are, telling all the people who support you what you really think of them.

This genuinely made me fucking angry to read, in my post I said that as creators we have larger platforms and more influence than the average simblr, which means we have a responsibility to AT LEAST be decent people to them. But specifically as people who upload files to the internet for our followers to download, that requires them to place a lot of trust in us. So you saying you don't care about their safety while their downloads are a source of income for you, is you spitting in their faces. It SO incredibly disrespectful.

And then literally in the next breath you call them stupid. And then proceed to talk in way that solidifies what you think about them, that you really think they are stupid.

Hey @magic-bot, I'm about to blow your mind. This community actually has a lot of people who live with chronic illnesses. This is why the 'It's not my fault if you click on an ad or something that gives you malware' argument is completely invalid. Some examples of what I mean;

Someone could have chronic pain, they're having a flare up and cc shopping is an escape for them but perhaps they have some intense pain right as they're on your adf*y page and they accidently click something like I did.

Perhaps someone doesn't have the fine motor skills you have and accidently clicks an ad, it's not their fault at all but in your words it's because they're 'stupid'.

Or even just bad eyesight, my own mother would likely click on the wrong thing if she wasn't wearing her glasses.

There are so many chronic conditions that could affect this and out of my own ignorance on the exacts of these conditions, I wont give more examples but I'm sure most people reading this has already thought of a few of their own examples. (Note: sorry if my wording in those examples doesn't correctly describe a condition, I was having difficulty conveying my point with my own lack of knowledge on chronic conditions)

Also your 'stone age' comment is incredibly disrespectful to the older members of our community. These pages are changing all the time to avoid being skipped and even I, at 26, have a difficult time figuring out 'so which skipper doesn't work now', or 'how many addons do I need to download now'. So don't imply that just because there are older people here that they don't understand how to protect themselves. Which in itself is ridiculous, people literally having to get multiple forms of protection just to get your content.

Adf*y pages can be confusing and overwhelming, not just for people used to downloading your content, but especially for new people. Like I said in my post, these people are putting their trust in you because they like you as a creator and you leading them to a link which could harm their computer if they don't do the correct thing is scummy.

There were more replies but I really can't fucked screenshotting them all but this reply really made me laugh. You saying that the downloader must be held accountable for their actions is straight up the most tone deaf thing you could have said. Actually, wait! This was:

So take your own advice @magic-bot and take responsibility. Stop taking advantage of the community that you so clearly do not care about but continue to profit off of.

By the way, here's a link to my post so you can actually read it this time.

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notkageyamasprincess · 3 years

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21:58 | kozume kenma x reader

characters: kozume kenma x gn!reader

genre/warnings: fluff

words: 1.1k

Kenma gets jealous when you get attention from other guys while you’re gaming. It’s not uncommon that you’ll come across someone who’s a little too eager to help you beat bosses, or they’ll gift you rare items, or send you resources at the slightest mention that you’re running low. When that happens, Kenma shuts himself in his room and distracts himself with another game. Usually, that does the trick to make him feel better, but this time, he found himself getting more and more irritated.

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“...aaand done. If you ever need help again, you know where to find me.”

“Thanks so much! It would have taken me forever to finish this stage on my own.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart. Hey, has anyone ever told you that you have a really pretty voice?”

You giggle. “That’s sweet, but I thought I told you that I was taken already.”

“Nothing wrong with giving a compliment.”

You catch a glimpse of your boyfriend when he comes out to get some water and you notice the sour expression on his face.

“Hold on, I’m going to mute myself for a sec.”

You turn off your mic and spin your chair towards Kenma.

“Hey babe, is something wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” he responds curtly, setting down his glass a little harder than he intended.

You raise an eyebrow. “Doesn’t sound like nothing. It’s okay, you can tell me.”

“You sure sounded like you were having fun.”

“Oh, someone came to help me with a part of the game that I was having trouble with.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Bet he was real happy to flirt with you while he was at it.”

A smile slowly crept onto your face as you got the hint. “Baby. Are you being jealous?”

“Jealous? Of who? A loser who thinks he has a chance with you?”

As those words were leaving his mouth, he remembers—all over again—the smug tone of the guy fawning over you all day. His jaw ticks and he strides toward you from his spot in the kitchen.

“Why the hell would you ask someone else for help when you have me right here? I can easily beat whatever you’re struggling with, I’ll pay for the skins you want, and I can buy anything else you need in the game,” he huffed. “I’m your boyfriend, so I don’t understand why you rely on other men instead of coming to me.”

You were amused. Kenma rarely ever had outbursts like this, and you thought it was adorable how much he cared. Truthfully, you were enjoying this quite a bit. You really tried hard to stifle your laughter, but he hears it anyway.

A muscle in his face twitches. “____, are you seriously finding this funny?”

“No, no! I mean, maybe a little bit. Look, you always seemed so busy with work, so I didn’t want to tire you out even more with unimportant things.”

“Anything related to you is important to me,” he sighs. “____, do I not make that clear enough?”

Your cheeks redden from his unexpectedly candid behaviour. He surprises you by pulling you into an embrace, but you quickly relax, gently stroking his back to calm him. He breathes deeply as you release the leftover tension from his body.

“You do, Kenma. I know it even if you don’t say so. I just want you to get more rest,” you soothed.

You kiss him on the cheek when he lets you go, and his eyes softened.

“I’ll make time for you even if I’m busy.”

He checks his watch. “Actually, I have time right now. Move over, I’ll play the next round with you.”

“You have an account? I didn’t think you played.”

“I used to, but I maxed out my account and got bored. Needed something more challenging.” He shrugged—as if it was a casual thing to say. Not that you expected any less from your pro-gamer boyfriend.

He settles into the chair beside yours and turns on his computer.

He puts on his headphones and smirks. “Tell him that Kodzuken will be joining the next game.”

“Right,” you respond, sitting back down. “Hey, I’m back, I was talking to my boyfriend.”

“Yeah okay, your ‘boyfriend’. Come on, we both know you made that up.”

“What? No, he’s gonna join us.”

“Alright, what’s his username then? I’ll let him into the room.”

“It’s Kodzuken.”

You hear him chuckle after a pause. “You mean, as in the CEO and streamer? Sure, whatever you say, sweetheart.” But his laughter starts to subside after a few clicks. “Uhm, that’s weird, there’s actually a player with that name requesting. It’s gotta be a fake right?”

Kenma cleared his throat. “Not at all, I’m very much real. Thanks for keeping ____ entertained when I wasn’t here.”

“Holy shit, this guy has the same voice! No fucking way, are you actually Kodzuken? Dude, I’m a huge fan, you have no ide-”

“I appreciate it, but ____ and I have something to do after, so let’s make this quick.”

“Yeah man, of course!”

You turned to him with a quizzical expression. “I didn’t know that we had plans.”

“Trust me, you’ll see in a bit.”

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A couple minutes into the game, you hear an indignant shout coming from the other guy. A banner message briefly appeared at the top of your screen: XxKTOxX has been eliminated by Kodzuken!

“Mate, you just shot right at me! The fuck was that?”

“Sorry, man. Game glitched,” he lied. “But it’s fine, we’ll manage without you somehow. ____’s in good hands.”

A quick glance told you that your boyfriend’s lips were quirked up slightly at the edges. “Kenma, you did that on purpose, didn’t you?” you whisper. You thought that he had already gotten over his jealousy, but it clearly seems like you were wrong.

He drops his smile and puts on a poker-face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Also, this dude sucks at this game.”

His eyes glint mischievously as he prepares for what he says next.

“Ah that’s right, before I forget, you asked if anyone had ever said that ____ had a pretty voice, right?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t mean any-”

“I don’t think you got a response though. I told ____ that last night in bed, and I’ll probably be doing the same in like, thirty minutes or so, depending on how far along we get. By the way, just in case you were wondering, ____’s voice sounds the prettiest moaning my name. Too bad you’ll never be able to hear it.” Your new friend coughs violently as Kenma finishes. “Did that answer your question?”

The line causes the boy to sputter, and you gasp while smacking your boyfriend’s arm.

“What? You can’t wait? Thirty minutes a bit too long for you? Guess we’ll just have to end the game early, then.”

a/n: well, well, well, look who decided to write something! wrote half of this before realizing that i didn’t use any pronouns so i might as well make this gender-neutral and more inclusive. i usually write f!reader but if anyone wants gn!reader you are always free to request a piece <3

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foreverfallingforthestars · 3 years

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Don't Say No

I'm super excited about today's prompt because it's something that I think is really fun and I got inspiration for this from a pjo fic I read months ago and I can't remember the title so, uh, woops. Either way, I hope you guys like it!

Word Count: 2068 Read on AO3 Rowaelin Month Master list

Day 3 of Rowaelin Month Prompt: Secret Relationship

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Nox was tired. Everything at work had become mundane, and there was nothing interesting ever happening anymore. People came into work, tired and complaining about how it was the start of yet another week, and they would chatter about their weekend and any plans for after work. All Nox desperately wanted was to not be mind-numbingly bored as he read through yet another manuscript.

Thankfully, this Monday turned out to be slightly different than all the other Mondays. Nox knew something was up when the low toned chatter turned high pitched and excited as people wandered about the floor where Ashryver Publishing was located, pointing to the open door that led to their boss’ office. The layout of the floor was fairly open to allow people to easily converse with one another and move about the area while the higher ranking members of the company had closed offices, but Aelin tended to leave her door open to allow people to come in and speak with her.

Nox was fairly friendly with Aelin, and it was because of her that he’d gotten the job as a publisher reader when he couldn’t find a job, so he was understandably confused when there was nothing different about her when she walked out of her office. Her blonde hair was out as it normally was, and her makeup was done perfectly as usual. Nox’s eyes scanned over her as he tried to figure out what people were so huffy about this particular Monday until his eyes landed on the folder she was holding in her left hand.

“Holy shit, you’re engaged?!” he blurted out, seeing that diamond glinting off her left hand’s ring finger. Aelin looked down at her hand as though she were seeing it for the first time before rolling her eyes at him.

“Yes, Nox,” she responded with a small smile that was almost teasing. “I am.”

“I didn’t even know you were dating anyone,” he answered, leaning his elbows against his desk.

“Well, it wasn’t exactly something to publicize at work. I was dating someone, and now my boyfriend is my fiancee,” Aelin answered. Her eyes glanced about the room before she sighed. “Alright, everyone has two minutes to ask me questions.”

It was like a pack of hyenas had been given their first meal in days with the way the questions were thrown at Aelin, but she answered each one quickly and with her usual dose of sarcasm that made Nox smile.

“Have we met him?”

“Maybe, maybe not, and that is a serious answer. I don’t know if you’ve ever run into him on the sidewalk or in a restaurant or bar.”

“Is he good looking?”

“Yes, I have standards.”

The two minutes seemed to fly by with the way people barely got any information about her fiance, and Aelin looked way too pleased with herself that Nox couldn’t help himself. When she had dismissed everyone after giving people work, he made his way over to her office.

“So,” he started, leaning against the doorframe, “the big bad CEO of a publishing company has gotten herself someone who can deal with her.”

“If you’re trying to fish for information, you’re going to have to try much harder,” Aelin responded, a mischievous glint in her eyes that he’d seen way too many times.

“It’s okay,” he answered instead, “I won’t pry. I’m just happy for you, Aelin.” That brought out a genuine smile on her face before a ping on her desktop drew her attention from him for a brief moment.

“Ah, it’s actually good you’re here! We have a temporary hire coming in for the next month, or so, while we try to find someone else who can help you read incoming manuscripts. Let me just go get him.”

Nox chose that moment to sit down in one of the two chairs in front of her desk while Aelin stood up to grab her ID off her desk and walked out of the office. Nox waited for a few minutes, taking in the decorations of her office, including the small mementos she had scattered everywhere. The office had only been hers for two years, but it seemed as though she’d been living in that office for years with the way she had personalized it.

The company wasn’t an insanely big publishing house, but they had quite a few popular authors with best-selling books under their belt, and it was the intimacy of the employees within the company that drew aspiring authors and people passionate about books to it. Part of it had to do with the fact that it was a family business, Aelin’s mother owning it before she did, but part of it had to do with how much Aelin loved what she did. The photo of her parents, cousin, and sister-in-law alongside a photo taken at one of the staff dinners two years back was enough proof of how much she loved her work family as much as she loved her blood family.

The sound of Aelin’s heels and the sudden lack of chatter indicated to Nox that she was back with the new hire, who must be definitely impressive enough that his entry topped Aelin’s engagement news.

“Okay, Nox, I’m pretty sure I don’t have to introduce you two, but Nox Owen, meet Rowan Whitethorn, our new temporary hire.” Nox turned around to find himself looking at a man that he worked with for nearly a year before he left the company two years ago. Rowan was a tall man with platinum silver hair and a handsome face, even from Nox's perspective. The tattoos swirling down his arm definitely also helped with his popularity amongst women.

When Nox made eye contact with Rowan, the man smiled, and Nox nodded back in greeting.

“Isn’t that technically rehiring someone?” Nox asked, looking at Aelin and raising an eyebrow.

“That’s what I said when she offered me the position last week,” Rowan responded, sitting down in the seat next to Nox while Aelin took her seat across from them.

“It’s temporary!” she protested. Nox sent her a look that he knew she’d be able to read perfectly for that doesn’t matter, and with the way she groaned, he was sure that Rowan might’ve sent her the same look.

“Ugh, both of you get out of my face. Rowan knows what he’s doing so I doubt you need to do anything, Nox, but just give him a new manuscript that came in,” she grumbled, waving them off and going back to her computer.

Nox stifled a laugh as he got up.

“Hey, is it just me or did she get a lot hotter over the last two years?” Rowan asked quietly, and Nox had to stop himself from tripping and falling on his face.

“Man, she’s engaged. Like very recently too,” Nox responded just as quietly.

“Oh,” he answered, his eyes falling to the ground before snapping back up to Nox’s face, “well, if it’s recent then I don’t really mind.”

“Dude! That’s not okay!”

“Harmless flirting never hurt anyone,” Rowan protested as they sat down in their seats. Ever since the last publisher’s reader quit, that seat had been empty, and luckily enough for Rowan, that was his seat when he still worked at Ashryver Publishing.

“It will hurt if you break up her engagement.”

“If it breaks her engagement because I’m flirting with her, then she was never meant to be with that guy.”

“Oh my god,” Nox responded, turning back to his work.

“Hey, don’t worry,” Rowan spoke, and Nox reluctantly set his gaze upon the man, “It’s really not that big of a deal.”

Nox disagreed, but he did his part, so Nox simply shrugged before getting back to work. Hopefully with enough refusal from Aelin’s side, Rowan would get a hint and quit it.

*****

Rowan did not get a hint and quit.

In fact, as the week passed and so did the following week, he only grew bolder in the smiles he would send Aelin, in the side comments, the inside jokes (since when did they even have those?), and Nox was getting frustrated.

“Dude,” he hissed as he pulled Rowan aside before they stepped into the restaurant that they were going to have a staff dinner at, “seriously, quit it. I don’t want you breaking Aelin’s relationship just because you find her pretty.”

“She’s more than just pretty, Nox,” Rowan responded, more serious than Nox had expected him to be.

“Yeah, well, then you know that she’s a loyal person. Don’t make her break that.” With the way Rowan had nodded, Nox figured that he had finally, finally gotten through to Rowan.

Unfortunately, throughout the entire dinner, Aelin and Rowan were sitting next to each other laughing, leaning into each other. He couldn’t believe that Aelin was actually falling for Rowan’s bullshit. It wasn’t even like he was flirting outwardly, either. It was the small things that he was noticing while watching the two discreetly. Rowan would give her a napkin when she needed it, pass her something before she even asked, simply knowing that she wanted it when her eyes had drifted over to it. It was insane how attentive the man was, and it wasn’t fair that the subtle flirting was actually working.

Nox couldn’t even say anything in front of everyone, lest he risk bringing...whatever that was out into the public where he was pretty sure Aelin didn’t want it to be. He was contemplating whether or not he should talk to Aelin about the whole situation with Rowan, and he was doing just that as he leaned against his car, waiting for her to step out of the restaurant. He’d left along with the others so as to not make things suspicious, but he did notice that Rowan hadn’t left the restaurant either.

Nox was just about ready to leave when he heard Rowan’s voice ringing through the parking lot. “Look, maybe we could just tell them.”

“No, it’s way too risky. The whole reason why we stopped going out in public together was so that we could get all the other stuff settled first,” Aelin responded. Nox was definitely intruding on a private conversation, but also, he was incredibly curious about what was happening.

“They’re all about to lose their minds with the way they’re trying to figure out what’s going on between us.”

“That’s because they’re not blind, Rowan,” she laughed as their voices got closer. “I don’t really know what I would say to them, anyway,” she finished just as they were in his line of sight — holding hands.

Nox’s brain stopped working right then because, holy shit, his boss was cheating on her fiancee with her employee.

“Nox? What are you still doing here?” Aelin asked, catching sight of him.

“I, uh, wanted to talk to you...but apparently you...don’t care about your engagement.”

“What?” she asked, clearly confused. Her eyes drifted to Rowan who simply shrugged with a teasing smile.

“You’re cheating on your fiance with Rowan!”

A snort escaped Rowan, and that was the moment where Nox could see understanding shine in her eyes. She turned to Rowan before elbowing him in the ribs, and then turned to look at Nox. “This idiot is my fiance.”

Nox blinked once, twice, trying to comprehend the words that had come out of her mouth. “This man? Your boyfriend?”

“Fiancee,” Rowan corrected.

“Shut up, man. You had me thinking she was going to cheat on you! With you!”

“Not going to lie, it was really funny, though. You were freaking out for the last two weeks.”

“That’s just cruel, dude.”

*****

Despite being incredibly salty about the entire situation, Nox did have to admit that it was hilarious seeing his co-workers’ reactions to the wedding invitations that clearly started that Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, their dear boss, was marrying Ashryver Publishing’s ex-employee (now known as the new literature professor at University of Doranelle) Rowan Whitethorn.

Never had he seen more outrage at the fact that the two had hidden their relationship from the entire company for so long, and honestly, Nox was surprised they had managed to hide the relationship with the way the two couldn’t go longer than five minutes without some form of physical contact.

It was sickeningly cute, and he couldn’t help but think that Mondays weren’t so mundane, after all.

#rowaelinmonth #day 3 #rowan whitethorn #aelin galythinius #nox owen #romance #comedy #throne of glass #poor nox lol he really suffered

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maybebanks · 3 years

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Hurting

JJ Maybank x reader

⚠️: angst, sad, abuse

JJ had been knocking on your door for the past seven minutes. The two of you got into a fight about JJ being too wreckless. To which JJ got defensive and Y/n got even more mad.

JJ later realized that all she wanted was to keep her boyfriend out of jail.

So he came to...apologize. Or at least attempt to.

But he knew you could be stubborn, and since you weren’t answering, he was going to leave. Until the door opened. And your step father was standing on the other side.

JJ had never met your family. From what you’ve told him, they weren’t around much.

“The hell are you?” The man asked, he seemed busy. He was on the phone, and seemed impatient with JJ.

“Uh..I’m Y/n’s boyfriend,” JJ said, somewhat confident.

The man was instantly surprised, his eyebrows furrowed, but then he backed away from the door. Then gestured for JJ to come inside. So he followed.

Your step father was working, JJ guessed if he was a lawyer or some other businessman type. He had computers open on the kitchen island.

JJ stood still, he was going to wait for you, and not look too comfortable.

Before JJ could go upstairs to get you, your step father ended his phone call and invited him to sit down.

“So what’s your name Son?” He asked.

“JJ.” He shrugged.

He chuckled, “what’s your real name?”

JJ wanted to scoff, but he tried to be respectful, “that’s what they call me,”

“So Y/n is your girlfriend?” He asked as if he didn’t believe it.

Your step father wanted to know things about you, it didn’t matter what. And JJ wasn’t supposed to be here.

“Yes. She’s my best friend. Sweetest girl I’ve ever met,” JJ answered.

“Any other reason you like her? Her and I don’t have the strongest relationship. However, I know you don’t just like her because she’s ‘sweet’,” your father asked. Insinuating something else.

JJ was offended, and as far as he could tell, this man is an asshole.

JJ scoffed, “she can hold her own,”

Your step father responded with a chuckle, “I’m sure. But what I meant was, are you two having sex?” He said as more of a statement.

JJ didn’t know what to say. So he just resorted to what he would say to anyone else.

“Yeah we are.” JJ responded bluntly.

Your father sighed, his eyebrows raised, “Are you two at least being safe?”

“No sir. Very unsafe.” JJ joked, but it came off in a way that he wanted to provoke your step father.

“What’s going on down here?” Your voice could suddenly be heard. You were standing at the bottom of the stairs. Your voice was soft and angelic, but concerned.

“Y/n go to your room,” your step father said strictly.

JJ expected you to argue, but you didn’t. His stomach dropped when he saw your eyes fall. You nodded and didn’t even look at JJ.

JJ couldn’t be the reason your father was taking anger out on you. He wouldn’t let that be him.

He got up and grabbed your hand before you walked away.

“Hey, baby, I came to say sorry, about before,” JJ said, not letting go of your hand.

“What were you thinking? He’s gonna kill me,” you whispered.

“Why?” JJ asked.

“Because..I’m not allowed to...you know,” you suggested.

You looked back at your father who was in the kitchen, staring at you both.

JJ has never seen you more tense.

“He’s mad because of me, Y/n. I’m sure he won’t take it out on you. It’s not your fault.”

“Oh you’re sure? Huh,” you sighed, “you’re an idiot sometimes JJ,” you scolded.

You were right, JJ was beginning to feel guilty, “well then I’m staying here. I’m gonna protect you from my mistakes,” JJ said.

“You think...” you were about to insult him, but you realized it was no use, he should just leave before he makes things worse.

“I think I’m staying.” JJ stated.

JJ has known you long enough to tell what you did when you were nervous or scared. You would play with the rings on your fingers, or avoid eye contact. And if it was really bad you would struggle with your words.

Now, you didn’t know what to say. JJ was stubborn, and always has his mind set on protecting you.

“J, I can handle him,” you told him, pushing him gently towards the door.

“Has he ever touched you before, y/n/n?” JJ whispered.

Your throat immediately went dry, “What?” You nearly coughed. You understood why JJ would assume that based on his own life, so you weren’t offended.

“Has he ever layed a hand on you?” he repeated, “you know what I mean.”

You felt your heart rate pick up, “no. He’s just strict. You should leave,”

“Y/n, don’t lie,” JJ pleaded.

“I’m not talking about this right now. You need to leave.” you told him.

“I’m only leaving if you come with me,” JJ proposed.

“I...I can’t,” you mumbled.

“Yes you can, baby,” JJ pleaded.

You stepped back from him, “stop treating me like I need pity. I don’t. Please just leave. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“I’m not waiting a whole day to find out if your hurting,”

“I’m not hurting. I’m fine, JJ. Come on,” you nudged.

JJ stepped backwards out the door, “will you forgive me?” JJ asked, he wanted his girlfriend to be happy like she always was, he was truly sorry.

“You need to promise me something, though, okay?” You asked.

JJ nodded, “what is it?”

“You can’t come back here. Okay? Just...I’ll come to you.”

“No. Not a chance. What if something happens to you? No way.” JJ shook his head.

“Please. Nothing is going to happen to me! I told you. My step dad and I are fine,”

“Wait, your step dad? How long?” He was shocked he didn’t know.

“What?” You asked, gripping the frame of the door.

“Y/n, I don’t like this. How come you’ve never told me-“

“Jesus! We’re fucking fine,” you whispered the last part.

“Well I don’t belive you!” JJ retaliated.

You almost started crying right there, but you didn’t, you couldn’t do that. You decided to push him away.

“I hate you.” You said sourly, then closed the door on his face.

JJ was hurt. But he left your house anyway.

You turned around and nearly collapsed crying. But instead you immediately ran into your step father.

“So...my little girl has a boyfriend. And I didn’t know about it?” he shook his head in disbelief.

You frowned, looking at the floor, “I was going to tell you...but we weren’t really serious.”

“I think having sex is very serious.” He stated.

Your stomach dropped, “excuse me?”

“Yes, I know about that. That boy is honest, I’ll give him that,”

“It’s not true...um we’re not..we didn’t have..it,” you tried.

Suddenly he slapped you, his hand swinging across your face and colliding with your cheek. Bound to leave a bright red mark.

“If I wanted my daughter to be a slut I would have picked up a whore at the strip club,” he spit.

“I’m not your daughter,” you muttered. Trying to step away.

This angered him, you knew you shouldn’t have said that. He grabbed your hips tightly and pulled your frame into his body. Then he gabbed your butt and gripped it hard.

“No one, but me, touches you. Got that, you little bitch?”

You nodded slowly.

“I said! Do you fucking get it?!” He screamed in your face.

“Yes...yes sir,” you responded, every part of you shaking.

He didn’t say a word after that, just let you go, and resumed his business. You ran away up the stairs. Drowning in tears.

“She told me she hates me? Did you know that?” JJ asked John B and Pope.

They were discussing yours and JJ’s fight. They all heard the first part, and were mostly on your side. But they knew you would come around and forgive him. So that’s why they don’t understand why you’d don’t forgive Jj.

“Well did you say something to her? Other than “I’m sorry’ ?” Pope asked, logically.

JJ kicked a rock on the floor.

“Yeah, maybe...” JJ shrugged.

“What did you say?” John B interjected.

JJ frowned, “Just some bullshit about her dad,”

“Dude! Her dad is out of the picture! that’s a low blow, what if some chick started talking shit about your mom?” John B defended.

“No! Not her real dad. Her step dad. He’s living at the house with her,” JJ explained.

“Y/n has a step dad? Holy shit how did I now know that?” Pope paused in disbelief, “What’s wrong with him?” Pope asked.

“He’s just an asshole. I mean, he made it seem like I only date Y/n because we have sex? And when I asked her if he touches her she totally freaked! There’s definitely something going on there,”

John B face palmed, “you told him that you and Y/n had sex? Are you kidding me bro, no dad wants to hear that about their daughter,”

“Yeah and if I was Y/n and you said that I would totally freak. Are you...maybe..just assuming that becuase your dad hits y-“ Pope said but was interrupted by JJ.

“This is not about me! Okay?! Something wrong is going on there and I’m going to find out!” JJ exclaimed, frustrated at his friends.

At this moment, Kie arrived in her car. She hopped out quickly holding beers.

“Brought some refreshments, boys!” She shouted cheerfully. John B and Pope cheered, but JJ was about to leave anyway.

He walked near Kie and was going to use his bike to get to your house.

“Will you stop him, Kie?!” Pope called.

Kie nodded, “JJ where are you going?” Kiara asked him, putting her hand on his shoulder.

“To Y/n’s,” he shrugged.

“Why? She’s not home,” Kiara told him.

JJ paused what he was doing, “what do you mean she’s not home?!”

Kiara was startled, “um..I just saw her at the beach. She waved to me. I tried to invite her over but then she started surfing...so I didn’t. Is something wrong?”

“Surfing?” JJ asked, trailing off.

“Is everything okay?” Kiara repeated.

JJ sighed, “Kie...do you think Y/n could ever hate me?”

“What did you do?”

“I...I fucked up. I gotta go see her,” JJ blurted, then hopped on his bike and headed to the beach. Your favorite part of the outerbanks.

You weren’t catching any more waves. They weren’t big enough for a total wipe out and that’s what you thought you deserved.

You sat on your board, staring off at the boats miles away, wishing you were on one.

JJ saw you, in a black wet suit, just sitting there.

He grabbed the neck of his shirt and pulled it off, then, grabbed his board and started swimming out to you.

“Hey,” he said once he finally reached you.

You turned and saw him, “oh, hey,”

You avoided eye contact. There was something wrong. And JJ knew you would deny anything unless he acted as if he already knew.

“What happened after I left?” JJ said, copying your position on his own board.

You felt that rush of pain through you, the feeling you get when your about to cry, “we had an argument. I’m not suppose to come back until...until I break up with you,” you mentioned, trying to take deep breaths as if that would help contain the tears.

“No. No, no, no. Y/n, hey, can you look at me? Please, baby,” JJ could feel your suffering, and he didn’t know why.

“I’m tired JJ. So tired of it. I’m not good for you,” you croaked out, your voice cracking.

JJ’s heart broke, “yes you are. You’re the best thing I’ve ever had,”

“It has to be over,” you said in monotone, tears rolling down your cheeks in slow motion.

“Why.” JJ swallowed his urge to yell.

You shook your head, then the tears fell right into the ocean, “you were right. And I hate you for it. I hate it.” Your voice was shaking.

“Right about what? Y/n, whatever it is we can talk about it. Your safe with me,”

“I don’t want you to know! Can’t you understand that!?”

JJs eyes remained on you, but he couldn’t bare to see you crying. That’s when he noticed small circular bruises decorating your inner thighs. From the pattern, he could tell they were from fingers. And they wrapped around to your butt.

“He touches you there?” JJ almost whispered, his hand gently resting on your leg.

You tensed under his touch.

You didn’t respond, JJ moved your leg so he could get a better view, there were dozens. And some only beginning to heal.

“How could he do this to you, baby? It’s not right,”

You sniffled a bit, chest rising and falling quickly, “it’s my fault...I ...I did it to myself. These are .. it was an accident,” you mumbled, coming up with excuses still. Even when JJ knew the truth.

“Let’s go to shore, yeah?” JJ suggested.

“No. No. I’m not...I’m leaving J. Say goodbye and let me leave,” you begged.

JJ didn’t know if you were planning on drowning yourself or running away. He wasn’t going to let you leave.

You were falling apart. But JJ knew a little bit about being broken.

He pulled your board closer to him, until you eventually agreed and paddled to shore.

JJ helped you up and immediately pulled you into his chest. You were frozen for a minute, you didn’t hug him back. But then, you finally felt him, and hugged him back.

You were shaking from the cold of the water, JJ wrapped a towel around your back and kept you warm.

“I can’t lose you. I love you, Y/n. Never forget that, please,” JJ whispered.

You didn’t let go of him.

“You hear me?” JJ followed up, “Y/n, baby, I need you to tell me.”

“I...I love you too...” you sniffled.

JJs held your head in his hand. Shushing you, telling you everything is going to be okay.

Part 2

🤍 thankyou so much for reading! I am so greatful for 900 followers! hope you liked seeing JJ in this light, it was difficult to write on my part. 🤍

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drabbles: them reacting to a surprise kiss

↬ includes: kaminari denki, bakugo katsuki, shouto todoroki

tysm for the request anon! Hope you enjoy! ♡

—denki kaminari would be smug albeit lowkey flustered

“Shoot back me up,” Denki mumbled, eyes glued to the screen while his fingers fervently tapping on his keyboard. At the current moment, he’s enjoying the semestral break and of course what better way to seize the time by spending most of it playing games? Sign Denki up because he would sacrifice his sleeping schedule just to play with his squad.

“Shit,” he cursed into the mic. “Behind the building!”

You, however, is not impressed with the current situation.

Sitting on his bed, you glared daggers at Denki’s back. Mentally cursing him for not giving you the attention you need. You dropped by his room to hang out with him; perhaps a movie or some kinky time, who knows? Heck, Denki himself was the one who invited you to chill with him. And what does he do? Yep, ignore your cute ass and sit in front of his computer like the jerk he is.

“Denki. . .” you lowly muttered, approaching him in a slow pace. “Gimme attention.”

You gently combed your fingers in his hair, making sure to massage his scalp in the process. Denki leaned in your touch, “Mhhmm! Just finishing this last game, babe.”

A line appeared between your brows, mouth curving down in a small frown. “You said that an hour ag—”

“kAcCHAN—Stop shooting me you ass!”

It took all of your sanity to not yank his hair right then and there. You wanted to throw a tantrum at him; to give him a cold shoulder for ignoring you. But then you thought of something better.

Still absorbed in his game, you leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Denki’s lips. He was startled at first, momentarily tearing his gaze off the screen to look at you with wide eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but the look on your face was enough to answer his question.

You want his attention.

“Aww does my wittle baby mish me?”

“That’s fucking gross” you could hear Bakugo comment through his headset.

Nonetheless, the blond ignored his remark. Denki flashed you a smile, raising a hand to cup your cheek. Smooth as he is, he captured your lips in one sweet kiss.

“Gonna leave the round to you, my dudes. My baby needs attention.”

—bakugo katsuki.exe has stopped working

Ah, yes. Bakugo Katsuki, the man, the myth, the legend.

Contrary to popular belief, this personification of a hedgehog is an actual softie. It may not look like it, but Katsuki is adores you 100%. Though, it is understandable that most people wouldn’t believe you if you told them this man has the ability to blush.

Yes, blush. If one is lucky enough, they might witness such a holy sight if they caught him off guard. And that someone is you.

“No, no! You cream the butter and sugar first before the eggs!” he spat, hands darting out to stop you from cracking open an egg. Earlier that day, you suggested that Katsuki and you bake some cookies. It took an hour’s worth of begging, but you’ve managed to convince him to participate in your plan.

You’re quite a baker—if you do say so yourself—but Katsuki has zero confidence in your cooking skills. And so here you are, standing like an idiot while he continuously ridicules your knowledge in the kitchen.

“I’ll let you cream me, if you know what I mean.” You winked at him.

Katsuki stops with what he was doing to shoot you a look, “Don’t even get me started (____).”

You let out a giggle, pinching his cheeks despite his complaints. He mumbled curses under his breath after almost dropping the bowl. At this point, Katsuki’s doing most of the baking while you did most of the pestering. In your defense, how could you properly work on it if he keeps berating you every move you make?

“Aight explosion boy, what can I do to help you?”

He let out a huff, “Go get the vanilla extract.”

You hummed, turning around to search for the item he needs. At the same time, Katsuki opted to go and prepare the mixer for the ease of combining the ingredients later on. Just one problem, this one’s busted.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“What’s up?” you asked, placing the bottle of vanilla extract on the counter before leaning on it.

“Damn thing is not working” he gave the machine one firm smack as if it would help fix it. Katsuki’s nostrils flared, the corners of his lips pointing downwards. You would be lying if you said he doesn’t look cute when he’s angry. He looks like a little angry pomeranian.

Against your better judgment, you leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. Now, this isn’t the first time both of you had shared a kiss. In fact, you and him had multiple times already as controlled by hormones. But that doesn’t stop a blush dusting his cheeks and ears.

You pulled away, a smirk on your face as Katsuki froze in his spot. He stared off into the distance, too flabbergasted to respond. It took one full minute before he regained composure.

“You—huh. What?” he stammered. “What was that for?”

“Am I not allowed to kiss you?”

“I-. . .” he sucked in a breath, finding it hard to form words. “Just— just help me with this will you?”

Note to self: always catch Katsuki off guard.

—shouto todoroki is confusion

The sky is as black as tar accompanied by nimbus clouds that slowly covered the whole city. It started with a soft pitter-patter of the rain against the window sill, until it gradually got loud that you have to increase the volume of the movie you and Shouto was watching.

With a thin blanket over your shoulders, both of you intently stared at the screen. A sappy yet heartfelt romantic film on play just the way you like it. The bowl of popcorn, now long rid of its content, sat in between your legs.

The movie had now come to that point wherein the two main leads confessed their love for one another. It was about damn time. The scriptwriters of the show truly did drag the plot way too long that at some point it became rather boring.

Shouto shifted in his seat. You opened your mouth to ask him what was wrong. That is until his arm wrapped around your form, resting his hand just above your hip. A soft smile made its way to your face. Whether it was his intention or not, Shouto had always pulled on your heartstrings and made your heart beat fast with his actions.

“Sho. . .” you called out to him. He hummed, turning his head towards your direction.

Without prior warning, you leaned to press your lips against his. It was short yet sweet, just an unspoken message to show how much you love him. When you pulled away, he had the cutest reaction ever.

He slowly blinked. Mouth falling open in shock. Shouto looked at you with a bewildered expression. Throughout the course of your relationship with him, kisses are barely shared. Hugs? Yes. Holding hands? You betcha. But the fact that he and you just started dating a few weeks ago, both of you were still adjusting to this change of pace.

“Why?”

You chuckled.

“Just wanna.”

He gave you a soft smile, brushing strands of your hair that stuck before placing a chaste kiss on your forehead.

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