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#i keep saying 'but also' and 'also' im going to blow myself up
broken-redstone · 11 months
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i tend to watch hermitcraft while building unless i need to focus super hard, but a huge pitfall of this is they pretty much always have wings and if i dont have wings yet in my world (which i dont atm in this one--long story long but i keep saying things like okay well no point having wings if i don’t have paper for rockets so i build a sugarcane farm and then instead of afking to fill it up, since it’s one big build full of farms i just build more farms. viscous circle but ooh shiny farms)
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lets just say i assume since the hermits have wings obviously i must also have wings
and i just jumped like 100 blocks off the side of my build bc it was getting dark and my bed is down there and the only reason i didnt go splat is bc i was lucky enough that my infinite water source just happened to be close enough for me to maneuver into xD
#havent died in this world yet actually !! super proud of myself bc i am really bad at that usually#im sure i just jinxed myself but still#day like 200 or so and i didnt even do easy mode bc i was thinking abt villager zombification for once instead of my own sorry hide#it takes me forever to get to the end#anyway xD i seriously need to start on the non farm parts of this build. such as uhhhhh. stairs. pathways. um ladders maybe.#things that can prevent me from having to leap from farm surface to farm surface bc i havent even done a dirt bridge#broke me diamond boots :;(#now i have no boots at all bc i keep forgetting to make them whenever i go back to my starter house#ahhhh... the dysfunction#anyway i am of course nowhere near the level of sleep mastery of bdoubleo#(who is ? no-one can touch the master)#but in single player when i dont feel like im being the worlds biggest bother asking ppl to sleep every single day like a wuss#i always run to my bed the second i sense the sky getting dark#and hold click on it#creepers have destroyed so many of my farms#i used to use obsidian as my sole building block ;;;_;;;#i was so paranoid and also devastated every time#i say this like a creeper didnt blow up part of my pumpkin farm literally yesterday bc i afked for a few minutes to get more coffee#idk how bdubs gets around that one#constant vigilance and an insanely accurate internal 10 minute timer maybe xD#im time blind so this does not work for me lol#anyway. thats my minecraft ramblings for the day#minecraft
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orcelito · 2 years
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Ok so update on what happened. Apparently Miss Bitch aka assistant manager just 100% walked out of her shift leaving behind 3 ppl who didn't know how to make drinks. & the manager came in as fast as he could but it still took a half hour & ppl were Piiiissed at him & apparently the employees left too (tho one came back, she had an emergency call apparently). I feel kinda bad I ignored his message for help bc it sounds like it was an absolutely Awful time.
Caught between sympathy for the manager (he keeps having to give up his days off...) & some amount of uh . Idk, not Happy it happened, but I feel a lil vindicated. Like miss bitch is sooooo nice 🙄 until she's not. & fucking over 4 separate ppl bc of her own feelings seems about par for the course.
#speculation nation#like im not saying she was wrong Exactly for walking out#bc like ykno power to the people & what have you. at will employment is a thing & so it's absolutely her right to do so#but a: i have never once genuinely contemplated walking out mid-shift bc i dont wanna leave others to deal with that bs#ykno. basic fuckin sympathy for others.#& b: she is literally the Assistant Manager. after everything went down i felt she was Way too prone to Emotional Reactions#to a degree that just doesnt befit someone of that station.#like when she fucking Screamed at me in front of the employees did i walk out?? no!!!#i cried in storage for half an hour b4 finally pulling myself together enough to finish my shift#bc i knew if i left i'd be screwing everyone else over#and say what you will about ykno Fuck The Managers or whatever but like. as someone who's got one foot on that side of things#at least for Us. our manager is trying his goddamn best. he sacrifices so much of his time & effort to make sure the store keeps running#honestly i rly hope he gets paid Well for essentially being the on-call emergency shift person lmao#he cant anticipate everything that happens & he genuinely tries to keep us & our wishes at heart#our Boss on the other hand i wouldnt completely defend lol. bc he's got too high of expectations for us#but if he's around when things r going to shit he's been known to step in to help. so there's that at least.#just. yeah. if she's genuinely gone then good riddance lmao#....... it also means the way to a higher position is waiting Riiiiight for me#which i mean my vindication at all this is 100% latent anger at her blowing up at me then never apologizing#but i'd be lying if i wasnt also eager for better pay & whatever of a higher position#yea yea bigger responsibilities and whatever. ive already gotten a taste of it tho so like. i figure i could handle it.#and i reaaaally wanna have more money lol#anyways i gotta go to sleep soon bc im covering her shift in the morning (🙄🙄🙄) so lol ramble done
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love analysing myself tbh im my own therapist for free
#it’s fun it’s cool. it’s actually kind of horrifying sometimes because the ‘oh’ moments are kinda more ‘oh shit’ moments#anyway. i think im so worried about covid for multiple reasons. research into historic pandemics as well as disease in general meant i took#everything seriously from the start and was cognisant of the very real impact that covid could and did have on the body#but also because i saw what it could do to someone. and also watched that process happen and brought up that it could be covid while#the other people around me were in denial until it got so bad that we had to go to the hospital#and now everything is automatically filtered out because i recognised covid in my dad even when he and my mum were saying it was a cold#but people wouldn’t take me seriously then so ive felt far more confident in being safe and making decisions to protect myself even when#others judge me for it#and also i still keep up with new studies and a lot of them are horrifying#plus when a high ranking member (can’t remember if she’s the actual chair? she might be) tweets about how we have to expect more cardiac#issues and stuff because of covid then u know shits getting real#n e way.#covid tw#love being one of a scant handful of people still wearing masks#especially while people are currently coming in so incredibly sick. im not even joking they don’t sound real with the hacking coughs and#blowing their noses sounds like honking#some of the other people wearing masks are the guy with a phd in physics and the woman with a phd in epidemiology/virology. so i don’t feel#like the decision im making is uninformed jebidbfkdb#n e way. going to bed now. night night
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vamptastic · 2 years
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hate fathers day i am gonna lose it
#mom is sick so my dad is like fuming over it bc it's His Weekend#+ sister is being as Annoying 13 Year Old as usual n he keeps blowing up at her#anyway. if he screams at me again i'm going to stab him i think. i cannot deal w this.#oooh why do you hide in your room n never talk to me. maybe because if i say smth you don't like you scream and try to hit me#or call me degrading misogynistic insults#and i also do not like you as a human being who is not my father.#i get that days like this r meant to honor parents but it defeats the point for your parent who is 24/7 demanding undeserved honor#and respect#to now have a day where he can further justify the idea that he's entitled to respect regardless of how horrible he acts and is like#i just. god. i wish i could make him feel even an ounce of the hurt and frustration he has caused me my entire life#but it just rolls right on by him cos hes so fucking self absorbed that he has to be right and im just upset for no reason#or. idk. i mean idk how any parent can look at a crying child and not realize they fucked up in some way#esp when that child is 17 and you have therefore obviously done smth to warrant that reaction#i just. i wanna kill him. idk. or myself if only to make him upset. probably the first but whats the point cos id end up in jail anyway#i can't do anything but move on but he will literally never pay for any of this he'll probably live a much happier life than me#and just. leave me to bear all of his stress and rage. like he has always done. whatever.#i just think fathers day is like mildly cool if u have a good dad and one of the most horrific days of the year if you don't.#wish it wasn't a thing. u can honor your father any day of the year but this special opportunity for him to further justify all his abuse#only comes once!!#haha. parents. gotta have em! i guess.
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kaadaaan · 4 months
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Offer Me His Hunger: Ch.1
Summary: Johnny gets retired, almost entirely against his will. And he’s loathe to admit it, but the boredom is driving him out of his mind. That is, until, he meets the woman next door. And her baby.
CW: Mild/Moderate dark themes, mentions of violence, implications of violence, (possibly) NSFW, obsession, stalking, mild descent into insanity?, ostensibly toxic behaviour. 18+!!
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A/N: I kind of shoeholed myself into writing this and i cant get it out of my head but I just want everyone to know I haven’t published shit online since i was fourteen and that was an appallingly bad ironstrange oneshot so i think that says enough. Also im recovering from being sick (boooo) and my house is corpse cold so if this is shite i take minimal responsibility. There’s also a Spotify playlist (https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1EyAXCqOTjFRquPjbBKq0V?si=3_waQEH-SFO4BvVQX2-L3Q&pi=e-GPSQieeRTRiR) with a bunch of songs on that I listened to when writing so do with that as you will. They’re in no particular order but girls aloud is relevant to this chapter so LMAO
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By the time Johnny gets back to the building, the sun is just settling on the horizon and the sky is a cloudy sort of amber. His phone reads 16:47. He shoves it unceremoniously into the back pocket of his trousers and trudges up the three flights of stairs it takes to get to his flat. He’s been doing his ‘checks’. The same ones he’s been doing every day for the past week. It’s about the only thing that can keep his brain occupied long enough for him to not consider blowing it straight out of his skull; checking the doors, the roof, the stairs, the pavements, the back alleys and cuts- places to run, places to hide, places to ambush and be ambushed. It’s stupid and insane and maybe even a little paranoid but it’s better than stewing in his flat all day.
The days since his official discharge have been nightmarish to say the least. It’s not that he’s struggling to settle back into civilian life, per se, but it’s not exactly an easy feat either. He’s got skills coming out of his arse, the problem is that there aren’t any jobs bloody good enough for his skills. They’re all too easy, too simple, too…domestic. He needs a challenge. He’s like a working dog, and he feels on the verge of snapping whenever he’s sat still for longer than twenty seconds. There aren’t enough hobbies in the world to slate his thirst, nothing seems to fit. He can run and go to the gym and do the sudoku puzzles in the paper until he goes cross-eyed but he can’t shirk the need to be doing something.
So he’ll take the bite of the cold mid-autumn air over the mindless blaring of his telly any day of the week, cheers and thanks. He’s good at looking casual about the whole ‘checking’ malarkey, just good ol’ Johnny taking his usual stroll around the neighbourhood. Keeps him fit, he’ll say if anyone ever asks. Likes to be on his feet, old habits die hard and so on and so forth. The neighbours find him endlessly charming, so he supposes he’s not doing too bad at it.
His boot catches as he walks, and he notices the concrete stairs are chipped, and the railing his hand falls on to steady himself is shaky. He frowns, but he’s not surprised. The place is a Brutalistic shithole, probably riddled with asbestos and god knows what else. It looks like it should’ve been torn down years ago, but it's been home for as long as he’s had a salary and for some reason he can’t bring himself to let it go. Probably because he knows the place so well. He’d hate to have to run checks on an all new street.
There’s a nasally, high-strung sickness kind of voice that draws him from his brooding; bouncing off of the brick walls and reverberating around the third floor. It’s not uncommon, something is always going on. Sounds like Malcolm, he thinks as he takes the stairs two steps at a time. Always got something to bang on about.
“Listen, pet,” Johnny hears him say, and he scrunches his nose at the intonation. “ ‘S not tha’ hard to keep a bairn quiet. Shove a dummy in his mouth and get on with it.”
There’s the sound of shuffling feet, and a sort of exasperated sigh. He thinks about hanging back, lingering around the corner and out of sight. Malcolm has a tendency to drag everyone and their mothers into disagreements, and as endlessly funny as witnessing it can be it’s distinctly less so when you’re the one being snared. He loiters by the top of the stairs, leaning back on one of the brick pillars. The greying brown of Malcolm’s balding hair can just be seen from the corner of his eye.
“I understand that, Mr Smith,” a second voice pipes up, and Johnny realises rather quickly he doesn’t know who it belongs to. “But if he doesn’t want to take the dummy, I can’t force him, can I?”
He’s around the corner before he can think better of it, boots padding against the torn vinyl flooring, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket to hide the slight jittering of his fingers. It’s just curiosity, he tells himself. If there’s someone new in the building he’d like to know about it, he’s surprised that he didn’t know. But there’s no denying the bounce in his step as he walks, as if he’s caught the scent of something good. Something new.
Neither of them seem to notice him coming; not Malcolm, and not the lady with the chubby baby on her hip arguing with him. They’re standing outside the flat next to his, and she’s got keys jangling from her other hand. No keyrings, he notices, so they’re new. Shiny, not even scratched from what he can see. Glittering like the hastily painted metallic nail varnish on her fingers. Johnny realises he doesn’t recognise her at all.
“Y’bloody well can.” Malcolm retorts, and he folds his arms over his chest and puffs it out. Johnny can only roll his eyes. A fifty odd year old bloke trying to intimidate a young lassie and her bairn? Leaves a nasty taste in his mouth. “Haven’t been able to sleep proper for three days ‘cause of his bloody screaming.”
“Mr Smith you live four doors down from me, I really don’t think he’s that loud-”
“Then ye thought wrong, didn’ye?”
Johnny reaches a point where he can’t exactly go unnoticed by either of them, can’t even slip into his flat without being seen. Not that he’s planning to. The woman is shifting on her feet, redistributing her weight. Out of discomfort, maybe? Malcolm’s probably had her penned in and arguing for a while. Never stops until he’s right. The baby is busy chewing on the collar of her shirt, pudgy hands fisted around the white fabric and pulled into his mouth. There’s drool soaking into the collar. Cute.
“Oi, give ‘er a break Malcolm.” Johnny breaks into the conversation with a ‘polite’ smile directed towards Malcolm. “Cannae be that bad. A’ve not heard much, so doubt you have.”
He’s lying, of course. He’s heard the wailing, but there used to be a couple next door. Figured they’d got one in and out the oven when he was away. Clearly not. Malcolm frowns at Johnny, put off by his interruption.
For his age, Malcolm’s a big guy. Johnny reckons he might’ve been ex-military, but he doesn’t like the bloke well enough to try and bond over that little tidbit. That being said, Johnny’s more than confident that the man isn’t dumb enough to think he’s any match for him.
He has to force himself to just glance at the woman, practically dragging his eyes to and away from her pretty figure long enough to let her know he’s acknowledged her but not too long to make it seem like he’s really paying attention. He clamps his hand down on Malcolm’s shoulder, and pats his back with the other.
“Now how about you let the lassie be, eh? Looks like she’s just trying to go home to me.” He says sharply, giving a squeeze to the man's shoulder. “And maybe get them hearing aids checked out in the meanwhile, aye? Good man.”
With a very slight push, he manoeuvres Malcolm in the direction of his own flat. For a second he thinks he might argue back, but instead he just scowls and skulks off to the other end of the corridor. Johnny knows his life is fucked when that ‘victory’ gives him a brief spark of adrenaline. Deciding to pay it no mind, Johnny instead turns his attention to the real triumph.
“Ye alright, lassie?” He asks, tugging his eyes over to her, taking her in; from the dishevelled shirt partway unbuttoned at the collar and untucked at the trousers to the styled hair that’s sporting a few wisps of disarray. “Divvin’t pay Malcolm much mind, he’s just an old sod tryin’ t’pass the time. Needs t’put a sock in it if ye ask me.”
She visibly relaxes, snorting in response and grinning. The baby soon follows, a bubble of laughter spurting from his throat at the sound of his mother’s snort.
“Yeah he’s certainly...well, he’s a piece of work.” She agrees with a knowing raise of her brows and a nod. “Not been here long and he’s already filed a complaint against me apparently.”
“He’ll just be fuckin’ with ye, lass.” Johnny assures her quickly, seeing the faint motions of stress on her face at the mention of the complaint. “Lived here for a canny few years and, between you and me?”
He leans in, maybe just a little too close for comfort but she doesn’t really seem to notice. Or at least she doesn’t back up from him. Maybe he’s imagining it, but she seems to slope closer to him too. No, he’s definitely just imagining it.
“Between you and me,” he repeats lowly, as if he’s letting her in on some big fucking secret before leaning out and then speaking at a normal volume. “He’s a right cunt.”
The words bounce around the corridor, and she bursts out into laughter again, pressing a hand to her mouth and shaking her head.
“You’re lucky he can’t speak yet.” she says through her laughter, motioning to the baby on her hip.
“Jus’ introducing him to some new vocabulary.” Johnny defends playfully. “ ‘It’s good for them!”
She hums, a smirk playing on her lips as she turns to fumble with the keys and unlocks the door to her flat.
“Oh, I’m sure.” She says, pushing the door open with her hip and slipping inside before poking her head back out. “And thanks for well…y’know.”
Vaguely, she motions over to where Malcolm’s flat is. Johnny knows what she means, and offers up a smile.
“ S’no bother lass,” he says breathily, watching her disappear inside with a thankful little wave of her hand. “No bother at all.”
He watches her door for a few seconds, as if she’s going to pop back outside any moment with that baby on her hip and maybe ask him for his name, or his number. He doesn’t hear her lock the door behind her. Then he realises he looks like a right bellend, standing outside of his flat like a lost puppy, and yanks his keys out of his pocket and rams them into his own door. It creaks open, and he swiftly shuts it behind him before locking it proper. Deadbolting it, just for good measure.
The walls are thin between flats, and he can just about hear her laughing and cooing through the drywall, the faint clattering of pots and cups and some drumming of music. Girls Aloud, he recognises. God, she listens to Girls Aloud? He shoulders his bag off, and leans close against the wall, realising he can hear a bit better if he does that.
Johnny finds he has a new hobby.
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zwedexx · 1 month
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"No ets una càrrega"
Barca Femeni x Teen Reader
Summary: request
TW: none
WC: 899
A/N: None of it is proof read and im am really sick rn so there will probably be alot of mistakes. Also I took some creative liberties ig with the request. I'm sorry if you don't like it. I can always rewrite later on.
You are draped in the familiar stripes of your Barca jersey. It was everything you wanted, everything you work so hard for and you were blowing it. You kept missing passes or being a second too late on your runs. You could hear the collective sighs of the crowd after each mistake you made. 
It all came to a head when you execute what should’ve been a routine pass. The pass was short and was intercepted by an alert opposing player. In a sloppy attempt to halt the opposition, you kick the back of her legs, sending her tumbling. The ref immediately blowed her whistle and showed you yellow. 
“Are you fucking serious. That’s not a yellow! She fucking dove. You can’t be- ” You spat at the ref before being pulled back by a pair of strong arms. 
“Calmat! No val la pena.” Mapi’s words were strong but weren’t enough to bring you out of your rage.
(Calm down! It's not worth it)
“Let go of me Mapi. I’m not a fucking child. This ref is blind as shit and needs to fucking hear it.”
The ref without hesitation reach into her pocket. Alexia and Irene had run in at this point, pleading with the ref to reconsider. You knew you had fucked up when you say the second yellow then red. Not only had you harmed your team with your horrid performance but you’d just burdened them to finish a game a player down. 
After being escorted off the field, the weight of disappointment settled on your shoulders, and as the door closed behind you, a wave of frustration and tears overwhelmed you. You couldn’t believe how stupid and useless you were. Nothing seemed to make sense, you had trained so hard but it wasn’t enough. You weren’t good enough. You needed to be better.
You found yourself in gym, it was the only thing that made sense. If you trained harder, you’d be better. It was straightforward, clear cut. 
Unbeknownst to you, Alexia, Mapi, and Ingrid observe from a distance, concern etched on their faces. After the match they went looking for you, worried because you were no longer in the locker room. In a way you were lucky they were there. You had been sprinting on the treadmill as fast as you could. After a couple of minutes you felt dizzy, your legs were starting to give in but you kept going. And you kept going. 
‘Keep going, keep going.” You muttered to yourself
As the treadmill relentlessly propels you forward, your breaths become ragged, and your legs wobble beneath you. In a sudden, unexpected moment, your knees buckle, and the world tilts. Just as the gym floor rushes up to meet you, someones arms wrap around you, preventing a painful collision. 
Ingrid's firm grip supports your weight, preventing a full collapse, while Mapi and Alexia rush to your side. Concern etched on their faces deepens into genuine worry. Ingrid, with her characteristic calm, reassures you, “Relax elskling, I’ve got you.”
It must have been a few moments when you woke up again. You were no longer in the gym, you were lying on a couch with your head laying on Mapi’s lap. 
“Oh Pequena, you are okay.” Alexia says in her best English
You sat up. You didn’t know what to say. 
“Què està passant? Per què et vas empènyer així?” Alexia asks gently, reverting back to her native Catalan
(What's going on. Why did you push yourself like that.)
You avoided their eyes, unable to say respond, your words choked by shame and frustration. 
“You don’t have to carry this alone. We’re here for you, no matter what elskling.” Ingrid adds, while grabbing your hand.
With a shaky breath, you finally open up, your voice tinged with frustration and vulnerability. “I just.. I want this so badly. And tonight, I felt like ai was letting everyone down. I felt useless, and I thought if I train harder, push myself, I could make up for it and get better.”
“Entenc-“
(I understand-)
“But you don’t understand Alexia. You’re la Reina, you are the best and you deserve to be here. I don’t, im a liability out there. Every misplaced pass, every late run, it felt like I was letting the entire team down.”
“You deserve to be here too. Jonatan picked you for a reason.” Ingrid adds
“You don’t get it! No matter how hard I try, it’s never enough. I’m sick of feeling like a burden. Sick of failing when it matters.” 
“No ets una càrrega. Estem aquí perquè creiem en tu i en el que ets capaç.” Mapi chimes in while wrapping her arm around your shoulders, her touch grounding.
(You're not a burden. We're here because we believe in you and what you are capable of.)
“I just… I don’t know how to fix this.”
“No cal que arregleu això sol. Estem aquí per a tu.” Alexia calmly tells you.
(You don’t need to fix this alone. We are here for you.)
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swampgallows · 6 months
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do you have advice on how to find a mask for someone who legit, for real has difficulty breathing through one? i get badly congested because of the build up of humidity/moisture (plus a deviated septum), so then i have to remove the mask to blow my nose every 10 seconds which obvi defeats the purpose. i've tried to do research but i'm having trouble finding answers to this specific query. since you seem knowledgeable i would really appreciate any pointers if you have them. thank you.
hi! first of all thank you so much for wanting to mask despite the difficulties. second, i want to mention that im not a science or medical-type person of any kind, just a high-risk civilian trying to stay alive through the ongoing pandemic.
with the widespread non-industrial use of respirators in dealing with covid, there are manufacturers that have been looking for more comfortable, casual options while still offering adequate filtration. however many of these kinds of masks are either quite expensive, perpetually hard to acquire/sold out, or aren't fully NIOSH-approved (or equivalent standard). so my recommendations will be for only NIOSH-approved headstrap N95s.
since you have a structural condition (deviated septum), finding a breathable mask that fits your face without agitating your sinuses is essential. you'll want to be sure it's large enough that it's not pinching or putting too much pressure on your nose bridge. some users in the Masks4All subreddit have said saline rinses and BreatheRight strips can alleviate congestion issues, along with the right kind of mask. exploring a variety of mask shapes may help you!
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finding a well-fitting respirator is difficult because there is no "one size fits all", but the 3M Aura 9205+ comes close! it's available in many areas and fits a wide range of faces. this is the mask i use. the "tri-fold" shape allows me to talk or laugh without compromising the seal or brushing against my face, compared to a typical "cup" shape N95. they also come individually wrapped, so it's easy to keep one in your car or bag, or distribute to others.
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according to many who are "still coviding", the most breathable masks are the "duckbill" shape like the Gerson 3230+. I personally haven't tried them myself as I'm put off by the shape, but many duckbill wearers say that they easily overcome this "flinch" once they feel how comfortable it is, and that it's their go-to mask for extended wear or strenuous activities like the gym.
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a more standard shape said to be close to the comfort of the duckbill is the 3M 9105 VFlex. It still has a larger silhouette than the Aura, but the duckbill look is less pronounced. "bi-fold" mask shapes like the BNX N95 can also put less pressure on your nose and allow more breathing room while keeping a slimmer profile.
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you can also try something like the Readimask, a strapless mask that adheres to your face with medical adhesive (think like a band-aid). these can be a little more expensive, but you can order a free sample pack for sizing purposes (free plus shipping, mine was only $5 in the US) and see if it works for you.
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if you feel that the humidity/moisture is more of an issue than your septum, you may also want to look into valved masks, but be warned: masks with an exhaust valve only protect the wearer, and not the people around you. reserve these only for situations where you will be one-way masking. particles cannot enter through the valve, but particles you exhale exit into the ambient air. however, if you are in a situation where you find you are the only person masking and everyone else is breathing unfiltered air anyway, a mask with an exhaust valve is fine. reusable elastomeric respirators often have exhaust valves, but there are disposable versions too, like the 3M Aura 9211+ above.
"mask nerd" Aaron Collins has a full demonstration and overview of many of these masks in his most recent video. He also discusses earloop masks if you prefer those:
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you can also view AccuMed's Mask Testing Data and sort by lowest to highest breathability (lower numbers indicate the pressure drop = better breathing). This doesn't have every mask on the market (for instance, it's missing the VFlex), but it does have many common brands/models. Aaron Collins also made his own spreadsheet of over 200 masks he fit-tested himself.
i hope this gives you a launchpad to find something that works for you!
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misc-obeyme · 10 months
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Hi there i have been reading your blog for an hour now and im obsessed. Your writing is amazing. May i please request gn! Mc who was just in a fight, and got badly injured, but doesn’t care. So they ask the demon/angel there yo cuddle?
Im so so so sorry of this doesn’t make sense im very tired xD
Preferred characters you can ignore this well the entire request too xD (lucifer, satan, belphie, dia, barb, and simeon)
Here is a cat to keep you company his name is mr. Whisp 🐈
Hello there!
Oh thank you, I'm so glad you're enjoying my writing! (Also thank you for Mr. Whisp I love him.)
Okay, so I wrote these as little scenes instead of the usual bulleted list style, I hope that's okay! They did end up a little longer because of that, though. I did it that way because you requested specific characters and it's easier to write little scenes for fewer characters rather than all of them.
Thank you for the request!
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GN!MC gets hurt in a fight, but doesn't care and just wants cuddles with Lucifer, Satan, Belphie, Diavolo, Barbatos, and Simeon
Warnings: MC is hurt! Bruises, blood, general injuries, talk of fighting.
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Lucifer
You were standing in front of Lucifer, summoned to his room after he inevitably heard from several of his brothers about the state you were in. You had shown up at the House of Lamentation covered in scrapes and bruises. They all noticed how you were walking with a slight limp and the dark circle that was forming up under one of your eyes.
You had considered blowing him off when you got the message on your D.D.D. that he wanted to see you immediately. You didn't really feel like listening to a lecture about getting into fights. And yet you knew that if you put it off, it'd only be worse later. And secretly you wanted to see him.
Lucifer was observing you with a dark expression, clearly looking over your various injuries.
You kept your arms folded, chin up, and said, "You wanted to see me?"
He didn't say anything at first. You weren't sure if this meant he was so angry he couldn't speak or if he was just trying to make you nervous.
"Explain," he said at last.
You sighed. "I got into a little fight, it was no big deal."
Lucifer quickly closed the distance between you. He took hold of your chin and tilted your face this way and that. "No big deal? MC, you have a black eye. I think perhaps you've also injured your ankle in some way. Do you really think it's okay to risk yourself like this?"
You frowned up at him. "I can handle myself. Just because I got hurt doesn't mean I didn't win the fight."
Lucifer shook his head in exasperation. "That is not the point. Surely the issue could have been resolved without you getting hurt."
You softened a little. "You don't have to worry about me so much, you know."
Lucifer let go of your chin, tracing the tips of his fingers down your cheek lightly. "How can I not when you come in here looking like this? I know you can take care of yourself, but it really is a problem if you-"
You cut him off, catching his hand and stepping in even closer. "Lecture me later. Right now, can't you just hold me?"
You saw his resolve break as his expression changed. He wrapped his arms around you gently, careful to avoid aggravating your injuries. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, unable to hold back as his worry for you spilled over.
"We will treat your injuries shortly," he said into your hair. "And MC, you will not worry me like this again."
You smiled to yourself at this blatant admission of his concern for you. The warmth of his arms was more than enough to make you feel as though you were healing already. You later heard all about how he hunted down those who hurt you (though you could never figure out how he knew who they were). Those demons were never heard from again.
Satan
You sat down across the table from Satan at the library of RAD. There was nobody else around - it was late in the afternoon and all the other students had long since gone home. You knew Satan was there late, taking his time studying for an upcoming curses and hexes exam. You had agreed to meet him there at some point, since you needed to study for that exam as well.
Satan looked up as you sat down and instantly reached out across the table, grabbing your wrist.
"MC," he said, his voice low. "What happened? Who did this to you?"
You knew he was reacting to the bruises on your face and the cut across your forehead that was currently still bleeding a little.
"I'm fine," you said, shrugging a little and pulling your wrist out of his grip. "I just had to take care of something on my way here. Now are we going to study some hexes or what?"
Satan stared at you with wide eyes for a moment. You watched as his face changed, his eyes going dark and his teeth clenching. You could see where this was going and sure enough, he was suddenly in demon form. He half stood out of his chair, leaning across the table and growling.
"Who was it?" he demanded. You could see the tip of his tail twitch just above the table, unexpectedly free rather than wrapped securely around his leg.
You weren't scared because you knew he was contemplating tearing some other demons limb from limb for doing this to you. His reaction was a little over the top, but nothing you weren't expecting. This was Satan, after all.
"I know you're upset," you said. "But it really isn't anything you need to worry about." You placed your hand over one of his, leaning forward yourself to meet him.
His death glare only cooled slightly. "You can't show up to a study session with injuries like that and expect me not to worry, MC."
"I can if I'm telling you that you don't need to worry," you said adamantly. "I need you to trust me. And honestly, it would help me a lot more if you would calm down and give me a hug than if you went off the rails right now."
He was struck by your words, and they caused him to sit back down. Slowly, his demon form left him and he was back in his RAD uniform. The anger still smoldered in his eyes, but it was in competition with how much he cared for you.
Satan closed his eyes, clearly fighting with himself to push down the wrath that continued to simmer in him. After a few moments and some deep breaths, he opened his eyes again. He came around the table, gently taking your hands and pulling you out of your chair.
His eyes roamed over the cut on your forehead, but he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. You pressed yourself to him, letting your own arms return the embrace. The pain of injuries seemed to fade away entirely as you let him comfort you.
You pulled your head away just a little to look at him and as you did so, you saw a splotch of red against the grey fabric of his uniform. "I'm sorry," you said. "I got blood on your uniform."
Satan sighed and pulled you even closer to him, resting his head on your shoulder. "What am I going to do with you, MC? Promise me you'll be more careful. I hate to see you hurt like this."
"I promise I'll be more careful," you said. It was a promise you felt you could keep.
Belphegor
You moved as quietly as you could through the halls of the House of Lamentation, avoiding any of the brothers you came across. You were on your way to the planetarium to meet up with Belphie and you didn't want any of the others to see the state you were in. So you kept to the shadows, moving along the walls until you came to your destination.
You slipped into the room and smiled at Belphie as he looked up at you. He had been nearly dozing off, so he was still a little bleary.
"There you are," he said with a yawn. "You're late."
"I'm sorry," you said, hoping the room was dark enough that he hadn't noticed your cuts and bruises. You sat down next to him, making sure you stayed partly in shadow. "I lost track of the time."
"Hmm, fine, I'll forgive you this time," Belphie said, rubbing at his eyes.
You laughed softly. "Gee, thanks."
Belphie leaned against your shoulder sleepily. You winced. You didn't mean to, but your shoulder was still sore in that spot.
Belphie noticed instantly. He sat up straight and looked at you carefully, the sleepiness suddenly gone. "MC… is that… a black eye?"
You shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Belphie frowned. "It is. You're hurt." He tugged on your arm a little to move you more into the light. You knew he could now see how banged up you really were. "MC! What happened to you?"
"Don't worry about it," you said. "It's not a big deal."
Belphie scoffed. "You got into a fight, didn't you? At least tell me that you gave worse than you got."
"Of course I did," you said.
Belphie stood up. "Hang on," he said. "I'll be right back. Then you should tell me about it."
Belphie was gone for only a few minutes, coming back with a first aid kit in tow. He sat back down next to you and opened it, pulling out a disinfectant wipe. He started to wipe down the scrapes on your face. It stung only a little.
"So? What happened? Did some demons insult you or something?" he asked.
"Yeah," you said. "Well, they said some things that I couldn't just ignore and things escalated quickly. But I can promise you they're suffering worse injuries than I am."
Belphie smirked. "I'm not happy about you being hurt," he said seriously. "But I can't pretend I'm not proud of you, either. You should let us handle stuff like that for you, MC. I know you can take care of yourself, but I don't know if it's worth you getting hurt like this."
Belphie carefully put a bandage over the largest cut.
"It's really no big deal," you said. "Especially since I have you to take care of me."
Belphie frowned, a soft blush creeping across his face. He sighed and put his arms around you. "Just because I'll patch you up doesn't mean you should go around getting yourself hurt."
You leaned into his embrace, nuzzling into him while still being careful of your injuries. "I know. Thank you for taking care of me, Belphie."
Although Belphie stayed by your side that night, you later heard rumors about those particular demons being plagued by nightmares.
Diavolo
You ducked into an empty classroom, having finally gotten away from the scene of the fight. You were covered in scratches and bruises and your lip was bleeding. You had eventually escaped the pandemonium after landing a particularly well thrown punch and running while your opponent was dazed. Now you could take a moment to breathe and figure out what you needed to do for your injuries.
You turned around from the classroom door and froze in shock. Diavolo was standing there in the middle of the room, looking just as shocked as you felt. He stared at you for a long moment, taking in your disheveled appearance, and the blood still dripping down your chin.
"MC," he said and the darkness of his voice sent a shiver down your spine. He came toward you. He put one hand on your arm and lifted the other to wipe the blood off of your bottom lip. He let his touch linger there. "Did a student do this to you?"
You considered telling him exactly which demons you had been dealing with. But then you thought about how you weren't entirely blameless. You engaged with them, after all, and there was no doubt that you'd left a few of them injured.
"Please don't worry about it," you said. "It wasn't like I couldn't handle it."
Diavolo sighed. "That isn't the point, I'm afraid," he said. "It's against RAD policy to fight on the grounds."
You smirked a little. "Are you going to give me detention?"
Diavolo laughed. The sound filled you with a feeling of warmth and contentment. It was his usual laugh and it let you know that everything would be okay. "I don't think that will be necessary," he said. "But if there are students picking fights, I'll have to do something about it."
You put your hand on his where it still lingered by your bloody lip. "You can do something about it later, can't you? I could really use a hug right now."
Diavolo put his hand gently on your cheek then wrapped his other arm around you, pulling you close to him. After a moment he put his other arm around you, too, keeping you safe and warm in his embrace.
"I am so sorry this happened to you, MC," he said into your hair. "Please come back to the castle with me so I can be sure your injuries are properly cared for."
You pressed your cheek against his chest. "Are you really that worried about me? I can handle myself."
"I don't doubt you," he said. "But I would feel much better knowing you are being taken care of. Won't you indulge me?"
It wasn't like you could really refuse him. Especially not when you looked into his gold eyes and saw the deep concern there. So you would allow him to take you back to the castle, where you would stay for the rest of the night. You later heard about the rules regarding fighting at RAD becoming more strict.
Barbatos
You pressed your fingertips into your cheek in an attempt to stop the bleeding from a small cut you had gotten there. You felt that it was the most prominent wound, since it was right on your face, and while you couldn't exactly cover up all your bruises, you hoped you could at least stop the bleeding.
You were waiting for Barbatos in the gardens of the Demon Lord's Castle where you were meeting him for tea.
You weren't delusional. You knew you couldn't hide what had happened from Barbatos. But you still thought it would be better if you weren't actively bleeding.
When Barbatos finally arrived, he was carrying a tray of tea and pastries in his hands. The moment he saw you, he nearly dropped the tray, catching himself just in time. Still it tipped enough for a teacup to go flying off the edge, falling to the ground and smashing into tiny pieces.
You gasped and stood up, an unexpected reaction to the shattered teacup. "Oh don't worry, I can fix that," you said.
You couldn't look at Barbatos as you cast the spell to repair the cup. The pieces lifted into the air and fused back together. The cup landed in your palm, whole again. You straightened up and brought the cup over to where Barbatos was still standing, setting it on the tray before meeting his eyes.
There was an unmistakable aura of distress around him, even though his expression remained neutral. He carefully placed the tray on the table you had previously been sitting at.
"Thank you, MC," he said. "I'm afraid I lost my composure for a moment. I apologize for my clumsiness."
You had to hold in a laugh. Of course he would apologize to you for that. "Don't worry about it," you said.
You were about to sit back down at the table when he caught your arm. "I must inquire about your current state, MC."
You shrugged. "It's nothing important," you said. "Just a little altercation I was in on the way here. But I'm fine."
"I must disagree," Barbatos said. To your complete shock, he touched your cheek, leaving a smudged red stain on his spotless white gloves.
"Barbatos!" you cried, taking his hand. "You're getting my blood all over your gloves!"
It wasn't like Barbatos to allow his gloves to get dirty.
"A small matter compared to the fact that you are currently bleeding, MC," Barbatos said calmly. "You must allow me to tend to these wounds."
You sighed, squeezing his hand in both of yours. "All right. But first won't you…" You blushed, a little embarrassed to ask him to hold you.
But Barbatos knew what you wanted to say. He pulled you down into his lap as he sat down in one of the chairs by the table. You rested your head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you, gently kissing your neck. Much later, he would bandage you up and give you some healing tea. But in that moment, his touch was like the magic you had used on the teacup - making you feel whole again.
Simeon
You fidgeted outside the door to Purgatory Hall. You had come here to spend some time with Simeon, studying while he worked on his latest novel. It was something you had gotten into the habit of doing recently. You were currently concerned about running into Luke and scaring him with the sight of your injuries.
You decided to send Simeon a message on your D.D.D. letting him know you were outside.
He sent you back a question mark sticker, clearly confused about why you didn't just knock on the door.
You waited for a moment instead of responding and the door opened to reveal Simeon, his expression just as confused as the sticker he sent.
"MC?" he asked. Then he got a decent look at you. "Oh, MC. What happened to you?" He grabbed your hand, pulling you inside.
"I'm fine," you said. "Can we just go to your room so I can study?"
Simeon frowned, but he did as you asked. He held your hand tightly as he led you down the hall to his room.
Fortunately, you didn't run into any of the other Purgatory Hall occupants.
When you reached his room, Simeon sat you down on his bed as he stood before you, fingers lightly touching the largest bruise on your face.
"I told you, I'm fine," you said again. "I just didn't want to scare Luke, that's all."
"I appreciate that you were concerned about Luke, MC," Simeon said. "But you really should be worried about yourself, too. These injuries are serious. They need treatment."
You groaned a little and leaned forward, letting your forehead rest on his stomach. "I knew you'd be worried about it," you said. "But I'm fine. And anyway, I'll really start to feel better if you just hold me for a bit."
Simeon chuckled. He gently pushed your head back to make you look up at him. "I could never say no to that," he said. "But you really should let me take care of this later." He let his fingers hover over the various places where you had developed bruises.
"Later," you agreed.
Simeon shook his head, but he sat beside you on the bed. He took you in his arms, leaning back against the pillows so you were lying on his chest. He ran his fingers down your back and kissed the top of your head.
"You really should be more careful in the Devildom, MC," he said.
You snuggled into him more. "It's fine. I can handle myself."
"I have no doubt of that," Simeon said. "But I'd rather you didn't get injured. I can only imagine how the demons you fought are faring."
"Let's just say they'll think twice before messing with me again," you said.
Simeon sighed, but he only held you a little closer.
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jacesbeloved · 1 year
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knight in training
notes: fem!reader, bastard!reader, sprinkle of angst, jacaerys being the lovesick prince that he is
summary: being only known as daemon's bastard daughter, you find yourself becoming a great and well-feared female knight. that was until the prince comes back with his family with the hope of reuniting with you again.
a/n: me being thirsty for jacaerys x readers fics so im writing one myself xD anw i hope u guys love it i sure did! feel free to send reqs :D
"Your body's light, don't move so heavily."
You take in a sharp breath, continuing to move around lightly now as per Ser Harrold's advice. Sparring with one of the Kingsguards, you quickly twisted your body as you deflected a possible hit from your opponent that was directed at your neck.
He grunts loudly, clashing the blunt sword with yours as you move back. Your feet were light on their heels as you swiftly moved around, your opponent shuffling to follow you and pin you.
you quickly analyze his current form and expect a blow to your left. You remained defensive for a split second, turning away quickly and pointing the tip of your sword at the kingsguard's neck.
A tired sigh leaves your mouth as you plant your hands on your knees, bending down a bit as your hours of training tired you out heavily.
"That was good, very good," Ser Harrold praises, giving you a small smile. You nod at him, a sense of pride coursing through you as he used to always just plainly give you feedback.
you walked back to the rack where various weapons were laid, taking a few minutes off while drinking water that the midwives had left for the knights.
Ripping open your aketon for some air, your attention gets called.
"Looks like you're tired from the constant training. Might you have a desire for one more round of sparring?" Your eyebrow raises at the prince, a smile drawing itself on his lips as you see the restraint on his arms. Restraining himself from wrapping his arms around you.
"My prince," you hurriedly stand up, unaware that he and his family have returned to the king's landing. "Pardon me for being absent upon your arrival. It is nice to welcome you and your family back here at King's Landing."
He nods at your statement, walking closer with his hands behind his back. "However, I believe it is only proper now that you rest in your quarters. You have just arrived. I don't think it's fit for you to go sparring right after." You nod your head at him and he purses his lips. A subtle scoff leaves his mouth.
"I see," he says, looking down then back at you. "Will it be okay for you to escort me back to my quarters then?"
You discreetly narrow your eyes at him, Jacaerys having that teasing look he used to give you way back when they used to still live in the red keep.
"It's been quite some time since the prince has been around. I think my memory of the corridors is not as vivid as it used to be." He adds on, a toothy smile on his face as he looks around the both of you.
No matter how much you hate being alone with him, with all the rumors surrounding you two, he is still the prince. You have no choice but to abide to the wishes of the prince. And also since you missed him a lot.
You silently nod to the taller before setting your cup down, wearing back on your aketon, and walking over to see if Ser Harrold is still there. His brow furrowed in response to both you and Jacaerys.
"The prince wishes for me to escort him back to his quarters." You cocked your head at the guy next to you.
He looks at the two of you suspiciously before nodding ahead. Jacaerys flashes you a wide smile and pulls you inside.
As the two of you wandered out in the corridors, you pulled the young prince towards the right direction while he played around and tried to lengthen both of your journeys by entering the wrong corridors.
"I thought we agreed to not bother each other while in the king's landing!?" You exclaim, once the both of you have reached the secret passage near his quarters, your eyes looking around, cautious of your surroundings.
"It's been so long, Y/N. I hardly knew if you received my letters," he reasons out, engulfing you in a quick hug but you pulled back. Scared that there might be people walking around.
"I received them, it’s just that... Ser Harrold's been acting suspicious around me lately. He notices the letters I send out and received. He’s adamant about finding out who the receiver is!"
"And so?" Jacaerys asked, his eyebrows furrowing, but the smile was still on his face. Thinking that the irritated look on your face was playful.
you copy his face, eyebrows furrowing as you glare at him. "What do you mean, so!? D'you know what would happen if they were to find out the bastard knight sends out ravens and love letters to the prince?"
His face suddenly drops at your statement, his eyes softening and his jaw clenching. "Who cares what they think? You're training to be a noble lady knight, that in itself is already a great feat!"
"See, who can fight as well as you? Who can defend the seven realms as well as you could in the future? Who cares if you're-"
"A bastard,"
"No!" he denies, shaking his head aggressively. He holds the sides of your arms, looking deep into your eyes. "A knight! Just because you're a knight does not mean you're an unfit pair for me! Mother would not care. I could ask her to betroth me to you-"
You cut him off with a sarcastic laugh, rolling your eyes before going against the wall and leaning against it. Crossing your arms on your chest.
"Jace, betroth you to me? Are you mad?" he looks at you cautiously, thinking of a way most proper to reply.
"Your mother is the crowned heir. After her, you will be inheriting the iron throne. Do you honestly think the queen would allow her first-born son to marry a lowlife, bastard knight?"
He shakes his head with a light sigh. As you both look deeply at each other, his hands come down to soothe your shoulders, the padding of your aketon rough at his palm.
He shrugs carelessly after that, a smile appearing once more on his face. Your face knits in confusion at his response.
"You're thinking about marrying me?" He breaks out in a toothy grin.
You think to yourself, "he's getting the wrong message again," when in reality, he understands. He’s just lightening up the atmosphere. He did not want to dwell upon the topic of worthiness and betrothal minutes after he had just been reunited with his lover.
With a quick thought, he wraps his arms around you once more, his longing to hold you now more evident than in the last hug as he took his time. The warmth that you had not felt since you last saw him completely dissolving each of your worries at that second.
"A prince should not insinuate such things," you scold. "And as commanded, the knight should have escorted me back to my quarters. But are we in my quarters?" He counters, glaring at you teasingly.
You huff out and roll your eyes, walking out of the hidden corridor before Jacaerys holds your hand in his. Your eyes are now furious at the sudden action.
"What? I miss my beloved."
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All my Attention part 3
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warnings- swearing, mentions of a dildo, sexual tension, kissing, quite fluffy
words- 3.1k
If you'd like to read the previous parts → All my attention series
a/n- so if you're new here I am British and cannot speak any German, I speak a little French, Spanish and Italian but German- no. I also do not trust Google translate so this is gonna be like an avatar thing (if you've seen the newest one Jake says that their language just became normal or something along those lines) so in reality this is all in German, you as a reader know German but, its wrote in English... make sense? no... well, sorry this part has taken a while- I'm on holiday atm so I probably wont be posting till I'm home BUT I didn't want you to be without, also fucking thank you all so much for the response to the first and second part! I can't believe the response to it, I could've cried because im a baby , love you all 🤍
(also to the people who've sent requests they will be coming soon!)
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backstory- you are the 5th member of Tokio Hotel and you always thought the love was equally platonic between you and a certain guitarist... but what if that all changed?
"exactly what I said- we can't keep doing the same thing at every show" Georg spoke shovelling eggs into his mouth, the band and our runners, managers, directors, and everyone else who I didn't know exactly what they did for us... were all sat on tables eating breakfast before rehearsal "because I'm sorry if we go on tour I wont wanna blow my brain out because i'm playing by your side for the millionth time"
"yeah but there's a thing called a set list, we have to stick with it otherwise" Bill leaned closer into the table facing all of us "otherwise we'd get shit and we all know how Felix will react- we all remember last time" he had a point, Felix as nice as he can act is a massive cock, once in a performance we decided to all go to the front of that stage to say goodnight- but Felix didn't like that and he ended up cancelling our next 3 shows to 'teach us a lesson'
"even so" the bassist grumbled, the conversation fell short as we all continued to eat, I had a bowl of granola, greek yogurt, raspberries and strawberries, soon the scrapping of a chair pulled me from eating my breakfast, I looked up to see Tom in a huge black shirt and basketball shorts "hungry?" Georg joked seeing the pile of food on his friends plate
"a bit" Tom laughed grabbing part of a waffle "whats that?" he spoke looking at me, that was the first time he spoke to me since what happened only an hour before, I think we were both in a shock state still, but I also couldn't deny how good it felt
"granola, yogurt and fruit" I spoke back digging my spoon into the mix and pulling it back so he could have a taste, he bent forward taking the food and hummed
"Tha actuwally gwood" he spoke mouth still full
"ew Thomas swallow for fucks sake!" I spat seeing him nearly choke the food back up "Tom!" I called pushing myself away from the table "whats wrong with you" I laughed I look to see the rest of the boys laughing as well at his stupidity
"we can't go anywhere nice with you two" Bill commented throwing a napkin to his brother who wiped his mouth and finished his laugh
"sorry- I don't know why that was so funny to hear you say" he snorted, I finally sat back in my place next to Gustav who was eating his food with a smile
"all I said was swallow your food" I argued back looking at the guitarist
"normally me saying that to girls-" I rolled my eyes at his words but everyone else chuckled along, after another half an hour (mostly so Tom could finish his monstrous plate) we were bringing our bags down from the hotel room to put in the bus, we all got in the lift which I don't think was made for 5 people, and 2 of those 5 being over six foot tall
"can you move over I can't fucking breath" I spoke shoving Bill back bit
"now I can't breath you cunt!" Bill called back pushing me back laughing, soon the intercom spoke and the doors opened and I made my way out but was soon tackled by the black haired singer
"BILL WHAT THE FUCK" I shouted with a laugh, I crawled from his grip and began running away seeing him get up to and following my movement "AHHH!" I screamed turning a corner and then slipping past a cleaner cart
"Y/N COME HERE!" I herd Tom voice shout as I sprinted to him with his twin hot on my tail, I watched him open his hotel room and I ran as quick as I could into it and slammed the door spitting out a chuckle hearing the boy hit the door
"BITCH!" Bill sang followed by his own laugh and steps faded away from the door, I sat on Tom's bed and lay my head back into the sheets catching my breath hearing the door open again
"you good now?" He asked smiling at me "I didn't realise you were that fast- I swear you weren't when we were kids"
"excuse me! people change" I answered kicking him slightly, he grabbed my ankle stopping me from moving anymore- I melted at his touch which wasn't a usual thing
"mhm, you changed in a good way babe don't worry about it" he flirted looking down at me the smile changing into a smirk
"you're in a very odd mood today mr Kaulitz" I spoke sitting myself as he let go of my ankle
"only for you-" he leant down, pressing his head on mine "and if I remember properly, who moaned when we kissed earlier? hum?" his hand was now resting on the base of my neck "who was it Y/n?"
"I don't know Tom" I answered seeing him bite his lip at my words "maybe you imagined it?" we always played around, flirting but this was different... very different
"I have a fucking good imagination then don't I?" Tom pulled away slightly, his his fingers brushed my skin as he let go and he held my chin, lifting my face to look up to him "....I prefer looking at you like this" I blushed at his words, they made me feel soft
"bet you say that to all the girls" he seethed rolling his eyes
"only the special ones...and you're really special!"
"way to ruin a mood" I huffed
"I'm joking Y/n/n, you just look hot below me ts'all" his hand held me tighter and he bent to reach my lips, he pressed hard humming into the feeling and sucked my bottom lip causing me to have to hold back any noise I threatened to make as I didn't want a repeat of earlier "I better get packing" he spoke pulling back creasing my cheek with his thumb leaving me with a unfulfilled feeling
"yeah.." I pouted, he looked back down at me and grinned
"god don't look at me like that... fuck- stop now, I've gotta pack" I stood with him as he turned to grab a tossed shirt from the floor, his hand glided down my thigh leaving a trail of goosebumps- he knew what he was doing, making me blush and shudder as his hand left me "oopsie"
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we all sat backstage kicking our heals as the crowd arrived, but we also knew the crowd was special- our families were watching us tonight, I decided I'd wear a more appropriate outfit (not like my family hadn't seen pictures of me in mini-skirts and tube tops saying 'pouty') I looked alot like Tom, my baggy jeans hanging around my hips with a matching tank top to him "5 minuets!" a runner called making us all rise from our places
"excited?" Georg smiled shoving me lightly
"I can't wait" I spoke pinning around to the music that began, Bill looked back at me with a smile followed by a wink
"3...2...1" Felix called and Tom, Bill entered the stage erring a eruption from the crowd "go!" Georg and I walked on and smiled seeing the sea of fans watching us with grins plastering their faces and finally Gustav entered
"GOOD EVENING TRIER" Bill called holding the mic close "ARE YOU EXCITED!" though the lights were blinding I could make out the shapes of bodies from my place "ugh we have a show n' a half for you all tonight, and this show is very special to us- one, this is our last show here in the lovely Trier and- most importantly our biggest fans are here tonight" the lights moved to the box above the crowd and for the first time in weeks I saw them: mom, dad, Stella, the Kaulitz, Listing and Schäfer family, I nearly cried waving to them and blowing them kisses "so tonight is going to be the best show we've ever done guys! ARE YOU READY" I watched as my family cheered and little Stella clapped her hands. Tom's guitar began the start of Scream followed by Gustav and Bill ran back to main stage, the crowd danced and jumped along "SCREAM" they called back to us at every chorus making me laugh.
The night carried on and everything was going amazingly, and it came time for me to take centre stage, I brought my mic and herd people call my name "so- this is our newest piece of music, I originally wrote when I was in a very bad place, and as you all know I'm back up singer so usually I don't perform up here- so close to everyone so I'm a little nervous but.. but it means a lot to me so.. this is 'please don't jump'" claps filled the room and Tom joined me giving me a nod as he plucked away followed by Gustav and Georg, Bill was in the corner sipping a water watching me like a proud dad
I let my self get lost in the music, stomping my feet and twirling around "don't let memories go! of me and you" I sang watching my family stare in awe, I began up stage onto the platform where I stood teetering on the edge, all lights went off besides the one on me "PLEASE DON'T JUMP! DON'T JUMP, AND IF ALL THAT CAN'T HOLD YOU BACK, THEN I'LL JUMP FOR YOU" I finished bowing to the crowd who burst out with claps, screams and calls making me jump at the sudden noise
"Y/N Y/N Y/N!" people began to chant making me well up, Gustav ran up the platform steps holding my hand gently so I could get down the steps as it was tricky in platforms, hand in hand we met with Tom who smiled widely mouthing 'they're proud' I looked to see my mom whistling, soon the five of us stood at the tip of that walkway, people reached for us, calling us all over
"THANK YOU AND GOOD NIGHT!" we all shouted bowing once more as the light darkened, we all walked off and back to our room where there were drinks set out and towel "shit Im so thirsty" Georg spoke grabbing the bottle and cracking it open as we all took our first proper breath and relaxed
"erm- sorry I know you got off stage but someones hear" Gayle, my runner spoke holding the door open a little more
"BABA!" a small voice called, I looked down to see Stella dressed in a Tokio Hotel shirt and orange leggings running toward me, her blonde hair tied into piggy tails
"STELLA!" I cried falling to my knees pulling her into my arms "oh my god I missed you so much" I whispered into her neck, her bright eyes looked into mine and I couldn't let go of her, I pressed kisses to her chubby cheeks
"Oh my- Y/n dear! another voice came in and I snapped my head to see my mother, tear stained face reaching for me, I watched as Stella ran onto Gustav who picked her up hugging her tightly and I ran to my mom who was closely followed by the rest of our families "sunshine I missed you!"
"I missed you too mom" I cried as she stroked my hair away from my face, she let go and I turned to see my dad who had Tom in a bro-hug
"aww hello Poppy!" he spoke, I nearly fell apart hearing my nickname again, and he grabbed me into the hug "aw that was amazing kids" he spoke letting go of us, I stood speaking with them until I herd the voice of my sister
"Tommy!" she laughed and everyones faces snapped to her
"SHE SAID MY NAME!" The dreadheaded boy called lifting her into his arms and tickling her "ME BEFORE BILL!" he danced seeing her smile
"Hey! Stella I thought you liked me more!" Bill huffed squishing the cheeks of her face
"am I the better twin?...yeah! I know" Tom scoffed bouncing her on his hip, our families laughed and all began hugging each other
"darlings that show was fantastic and the crowd! I couldn't believe it" Simone, the twins mom smiled "I couldn't be more proud"
"thanks mom" Bill hugged pressing a kiss to her cheek "wait..erm hold on!" we all watched as the singer ran out calling for something, I turned to see Stella smiling and reaching for all the boys, Tom, Georg and Gustav were sat on the floor singing songs and twirling her around, the song finished and Stella did a bow making the boys laugh at her antics
"Baba!" the little blonde called reaching for me, Tom realised and quickly scooped her up so she was lying on her tummy with her arms out she began airplane sounds (but kept interrupting herself with her chuckles) "Brrrrrrrrr!" she grinned showing her two small teeth
"aww my baby airplane" I spoke reaching for her as Tom got closer, the two reached me and I took my sister from his arms spinning her while pressing a kiss to her cheek again "you're a very cute plane Stella"
"Plane!" she repeated getting a 'yeah a plane' from the guitarist who couldn't stop smiling
"Okay... everyone come stand over here were getting a photo!" Bill came back in grabbing his family, the line up was the Kaulitz' far left, then my family the Y/l/n's, then the Schäfer's and finally Listing's "We want a few!" Bill called to the person holding the camera
"1...2....3" everyone did a wide smile, even Stella knew what was going on "perfect, do you want another one of these then we can do different stuff like.. the point?" its like a lightbulb went off it the taller twins head
"okay yes... then the point, then serious faces, then one with us 5 a bit more infront of our families, then on chairs" he rambles while setting us all back out for the next 3000 photo's we'd be taking
I don't think I've ever herd the numbers 1,2 and 3 said so much in my life but after half an hour the pictures were finally done and in fairness they looked great "well we best get going" Christine, Georg's mom spoke grabbing her bag
"oh.." we began before Simone whispered something to her husband
"why don't you all come stay round ours? we can have a family night, drinks, games, food" me and the band cheered, quickly grabbing our stuff and getting ready to walk out- we knew that today being a day show, fans would be waiting for us- we decided the safest option was to give our families over to security along with our bags and walk out on our own
"okay Stella we'll see you in a little while okay?" I hugged her once more before giving her over to dad who was carrying her out, we waited till we knew they were in their cars and I came the time we'd be walking out, with one last check of the room we began outside, screams filled our ears, people threw flowers to us, cards, papers and... thongs- but we picked the flowers up. a few people grabbed at my clothing but besides that it was a safe 3 minuet walk from the building to the bus
"they were loud" Gustav spoke getting into his favourite seat, at the very back on the left "Georg come sit!" he called to the bassist who jumped through the seats, leaving Bill who liked sitting in the front then me and Tom sat in the middle two seats
"god I fucking loved that show" I spoke belting myself in, Tom did the same and our hands brushed- its not something that many would really worry about, it was an accident.. but I could help go hot at the feeling
"it was so good, I feel like we'll be in Felix's good books" the dreaded boy spoke getting a nod from the band, we finally began the drive home, it would only take around an hour and a half so I got myself comfy which meant me resting my legs over Tom- this was a normal thing as usually sometime around the trip we'd switch and I can accidentally put my cold drink on his legs while he's asleep definitely not making him yelp- no not at all...
"can you take my shoes off, you're closer" I spoke tapping his shoulder and with a huff he began unlacing the platforms, I sighed at the feeling of my feet going light and not having to lug those shoes around any more "thanks bab" I called leaning my head back, Tom got comfy to, scooting deeper into the seat and his hands lay on my legs drawing small shapes and humming a long to whatever song was on the radio
"wanna know something crazy?" He asked looking over at me to which I nodded "I haven't fucked a girl since Tuesday, and its Friday now" I pretend to be shocked, slapping my hands to my face
"holy shit! that is crazy!" he rolled his eyes "I can't even remember when I last fucked someone- probably around my birthday" I sighed slightly annoyed, not that I'm some sex freak who needs to be constantly fucked to live but... my birthday is in February and its now July
"damn... how do you go that long?" Georg spoke uncrossing his arms, being genuinely interested
"Notta clue... I-"
"Y/n I know whats in the back draw in your room" Bill turned showing a sinister smile
"Bill!" I called knowing exactly what he was on about
"ooo" the boys cooed making me go red, Bill laughed even harder pointing at my face "aww! she's embarrassed about her dil-"
"BILL SHUT IT!" I shouted flinging my empty water bottle at him making him cackle throwing his pillow at me
"IT'S BLACK!" He called and the 4 boys Burt out laughing again spluttering words and coughing at how much they were laughing
"oh my god you are all dicks!" I groaned trying to push myself as far back into my seat as I could, I even took my legs down from Tom who I could realised but I was way to embarrassed to give him a 'look'
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"he traffic isn't moving so were going to be a little later to the Kaulitz" Gregory our driver spoke facing us
"ugh" we all collectively sighed, its been over 30 minuets of just stand-still traffic, cars horns went off but nothing was moving and being a warm day in a quite packed van it was getting hot
we'd moved past the dildo conversation thanks to Tom who made a fool of himself by spilling water all down his shirt- I did wonder though, was it on purpose? to take away the attention from me... but anyways whatever it was, or even just it was an accident- my legs were back on his and he continued to draw little shapes
"I'm going to sleep" Bill spoke looking back to which we gave a nod, by we I mean me and Tom as the other two fell asleep a few minuets back, the van sound turned quiet as the radio was turned off
"wanna play a game?" Tom spoke quietly
"sure, which game?" I asked seeing a little grin appear to his face
"erm... eye spy?"
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Love and Other Historical Accidents by @pacific-rimbaud​
Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy never intended to blow up their life's work, but that's rather what they've gone and done. Now they're trapped 200 years in the past, with a broken Time Turner, a missing snuff box, a handful of overly-eligible daughters, and a House-elf in a cable knit cardigan. It will require the combined power of their keen intellects to get them home, if they'd stop arguing long enough to use them. As it turns out, history is just one damned accident after another.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Relationship: Hermione Granger x Draco Malfoy
Art by @gingerhuneybee​, @jjuuppiter​, @jaxxartbox​, & yours truly
My first fanbind! 
L&OHA is an impeccable story and is so very dear to me. This was the fic that made me go “I want that on my shelf!”, so here we are. 
keep reading for more binding info and to see my gushing on the fic.
QUICK SPECS
153,854 words | 571 pages | 5″ x 8.5″ 
Binding Method: 3 Piece In Boards Bradel  Body Font: Adobe Caslon Pro Decorative Font: IM Fell English
I am very proud of this book, having accomplished many firsts with it. My first book that I rounded and backed, sewed double-core endbands on, painted the edges, and used toner reactive foil and HTV on!
ON THE STORY
Sighs. What more can I say? It’s simply brilliant. A unique multifaceted story with incredible dynamics, clever foreshadowing, great character studies of Draco and Hermione, and such beloved original characters. It’s comedic and refreshing but it also takes on grief and goodbyes, and heartbreak. It’s fucking romantic and also So nuanced. I dislike stories that spoon-feed every little thing about the character, so the parlor tricks on this one? Ate every crumb of it. It was filled with implications and was misleading in the best sense. You’ve got to be an astute reader to catch some things the first round (which I definitely wasn’t). 
While it doesn’t entirely shy away from typical lovey-dovies, the regard for mundanity and the inconsequential, I just find more inherently romantic. The exploration on time travel and the vivid prose further underscores the depth of PR’s talent. She captures so eloquently, the mind of an extremely logical person in a very illogical experience. I saw myself in Hermione so many times. The story demands to be read again and revels upon doing so. Pacific Rimbaud is such an incredible writer *sobs* all her works are simply a masterpiece. 
That said, this beautiful story deserves to be turned into a physical book.
DESIGN PLAN (or lack thereof) 
This is my first fanfic project and my third book overall which I must say was quite a leap considering my very little binding experience. I think the demon small niggling part at the back of my head got the best of me and positively thought she could make a relatively fastidious book despite the lack of skill. BUT nothing can stop me when I am overly enthusiastic about something, thus began my 2 month research, soaking up every gobbet of binding info in reach. As far as my book binding journey goes, gathering supplies was the hardest part lol. Bookbinding is not a common hobby in the Philippines so it was tedious to to look for materials and/or to settle on alternatives.
I credit 70% of the 4 month stretch of this project to my indecision. The novelty and sheer excitement with a new hobby, I think, divested me to properly conceptualize heh. I redid my typeset 1 billion times because I kept switching softwares: Word→ Pages→ InDesign. I probably have 8 versions of the typeset that will never see the light of day. Anyway, I did finally get the stuff done. Here’s my little design dump:
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Nothing symbolic about the design really. I just worked around elements I thought were appropriate with the regency era and time traveling aspect: vines/ flowers and the time turner. I tried to reflect PR’s elegant writing in the book so hopefully I did it some justice. I added my fave works for this fic too and even drew fanart myself, here are some of them:
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BINDING
I watched DAS bookbinding religiously during my research phase and I knew then that I wanted to someday follow his in-boards 3-piece bradel tutorial, but it wasn’t supposed to be so early on in my binding journey. One look at this book however threw me off course. It was incredibly ambitious of me, so I guess I deserved all the stress I endured in the process. I was supposed to trim the edges in between glueing the spine and rounding/backing, but I only had my poorly sharpened Php145 wood chisel to finish the task. That and nursing the finger my chisel wounded took enough time for the glue to dry, so I was fiddling with a stiff textblock the entire time after. I learnt along the way that a blow dryer and bone folder will be your best friends (and plenty of patience). I’d also like to apologize to my neighbors if you heard any hammering at 1am 😳 
The covers were... finicky. For some reason, midway, I decided to make either covers differently, and all to the good because the one made following DAS’ tutorial ended up slightly warping. DAS’ was with two 1.25mm boards glued together, while my experimental one was with a single 2.5mm board of which I peeled layers off of to reduce its thickness in half as needed.  (see pictures below for reference)
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A lot of how the book looks like now is either born out of impulse or a desperate remedy. The book in turn is very gold. Chapter headers were impulsively foiled with gold laser reactive foil (so much for illustrating the headers only to cover them up haha *eye twitches*). 
I accidentally stained the edges while smoothing with black sandpaper so I covered the mess with an admix of Sakura acrylic paint in black and Liquitex acrylic ink in iridescent gold (Paint order: 1 layer gold- 2 thin layers black- 3 layers gold).
 I am very proud of my sewn endbands as this was my very first attempt at doing a double-core. I used DMC cotton threads in cream (712) and gold (E3821). Below is a close-up because why not. (as you can see, I had some flaking on the paint, luckily this was on the bottom edge so I fixed the issue on the more visible sides.)
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I don’t like the bookcloth selection where I’m from (if there’s anything at all) so I made my own with pastel blue eco-ramie cloth, flour paste, and 80gsm paper. I ordered my fabric online and the shade was too icing-like. It looked tacky so I bleached to lighten. The white cloth also came from the same fabric which I bleached till it paled to white.
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Titling was one of my biggest worries because majority of binders I saw were using a cricut to cut HTV. I almost entertained the idea of cutting it manually or even painting or embroidery, but to my luck, I found a local shop that offers vinyl ! cutting !! service !!! I sent them my design and they cut and weeded the vinyl for me. I chose white for the title and metallic gold for the vine detail. I messed up applying the word “historical” though, but let’s pretend i did it on purpose for the vintage feel.
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Four months of faffing later, I have this story in corporeal form! Overall, I’m overjoyed with the outcome and I’d like to thank PR for the opportunity to have such a wonderful story on my shelf (and free to be read by anyone!)
If you made it this far, thanks for reading! 
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honestly your dpxdc clone au gives me life, its adorable as all hell and im a sucker for found family but with that being said, its so freaking hysterical to me that Danny is going full feral liminal menace at Wes any time hes near and Wes himself is still 100% into it the freak (affectionate) and thats not even pointing out the paralles it could possible create since danny and dames gives massive parallels to dick and damian and dick does have a thing for redheads.
yeesSSSSS! I was planning on hoarding this to myself but i can't not reply. and i'll be able to find this again with the clone^2 tag so win WIN. i'm so glad you are as delighted by this as me. It's so hilarious to me that Danny just becomes a complete freak whenever he spots Wes, and I'm the one who wrote it into existence. Like- like i don't know how to explain my vision in words but like, its like Danny sees Wes and immediately goes 'what can I do to make his day worse'. And then he goes and does it.
(honorary read more because i talk a lot)
He's relatively normal around his friends too, which makes him going full-fledged unhinged around Wes even funnier to me. Like, Danny will spout weird shit sometimes to Sam and Tucker, but usually its prefaced with him talking about patrol or there would be context before he said anything. With Wes? Though?? he will just. say anything, completely unprompted. Slings an arm around his shoulder like they've been buddies since primary school and then spits out a weird new fun fact he learned about the bodily anatomy while researching his latest cold case. All vaguely-threatening but utterly insane things to say as way to start a conversation.
And sometimes its not even that, he'll walk up to Wes and ask him if he saw the latest daytime fight between Phantom and Skulker. And then he'll say "yeah i missed it myself but I saw clips of it being posted online" and then watch Wes mentally explode him with his mind. or he'll disparage Phantom for having such a young partner with him, "Can you believe he'd let a kid fight ghosts with him? I'd never let my brother ghosthunt with me if I was Phantom."
All of this with such a deceptive look on his face but the most delighted, shit-eating gleam in his eyes. Wes is chewing glass and he wants to yell that he does let his brother fight ghosts with him. Also you told him yourself that nothing would've stopped your demonic (Wes' words) little brother from joining you.
Damian gets in on the fuckery occasionally, but since he's not around often with Wes about, it doesn't happen nearly as often as it does between Wes and Danny. Sam and Tucker know he's screwing with him too, and both of them are a little wary about him being careless with his secret id. But he's been doing this since he was 14-ish and it hasn't backfired yet. So. They're not actively stopping him.
Danny walks back to his lunch table after terrorizing Wes and Tucker just asks him what he said, because Wes was about as red as a tomato when he walked away. Danny offhandedly sighs and innocently says he tried to have a conversation about Phantom with him. Wes didn't seem to like it all that much. Weird.
And yes, yes. Wes is totally into it and is slightly enraged about this fact, because not even he knows why he's into it. The freak (affectionate). Danny gives him this troublemaker smirk, and i did say smirk, and Wes doesn't know whether or not if he wants to smack him or kiss him. Or both. Like, yeah, pine, white boy, pine.
(And this is a dramatized image but I'm also highly entertained by the idea that Wes keeps getting routine dirty looks from various peers because they, too, have a crush on Fenton. Except Fenton doesn't talk to anyone else unless its his friends and sometimes Valerie, and Weston, the guy who keeps accusing him of being the local vigilante, is somehow routinely having conversations with him?? And BLOWING IT?? Like everyone else thinks he's fumbling so bad, and yet fenton keeps tALKING to him.)
And yes!! i'm always so pleased whenever someone brings up the parallels D+D have to Dick and Damian, because that was lowkey my intention when I was making the solo clone damian au. Although it was supposed to be more implied since I don't really know much about Damian and Dick other than they're very close and Dick was Damian's Batman for a year. And then of course the very smaller parallel (??) 'what if' between Bruce and Damian and D+D in clone^2 considering who they are both clones of.
And man this just makes me want to talk about when batfam meet D+D because I just want them to see D+D be so brotherly towards each other. Like I want them to see Bby Dames wearing his goofy fun fact shirts and stealing Danny's hoodies/flannels/etc and blatantly lying about it when Danny asks. Only for Danny to then throw him over his shoulder like Tadashi from BH3 and jump around.
And also. I do not know what Damian Wayne's (DW as I'll call him) stance on being called "Dami" is - the general consensus I've seen is that its usually used as a playful nickname in order to get a rise out of him, and he doesn't really like it.
But baby Dames being called that freely, and often, and its sometimes used to get a rise out of him but thats typically what nicknames do. Its used as easily as his full name is with the same amount of affection. And its like his main go-to nickname. "Dami" and "Dames" with the occasional "Bud/Buddy", "Squirt", "Little man", etc. Not once is he ever called 'demon-spawn'
(which i know is a fanon nickname but its a relatively popular nickname)
but yeah, uhhh. i think thats all of my thoughts on the matter. for now lmAO
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en-logs · 2 years
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i love you the most. sjy
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pairing - jealous idol!jake x fem!reader
summary - your boyfriend, jake, gives you the silent treatment and goes onto reply fans on weverse so you try your best to get his attention by spamming on the app as well not knowing why he's being a big baby at the moment.
genre - pure fluff, nothing serious just playfulness
wc - 1.15k
a/n: it's literally a dream that i quite had a second ago and i'm writing this as soon as i woke up with my eyes half opened and all .. embarrassing really but i gotta keep the dream as a memory somehow so this is all just word vomit and what i could remember. not proofread. my read more button doesnt work on mobile T_T
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cuddling against your boyfriend's chest in the middle of the living room trying to get comfortable on the leather couch, you watched him scroll through his phone giggling.
curious, you peeked a little and notice the weverse screen that you were familiar with. "would this be a cute reply?", jake flashed you his bright screen which made you squint a little as you read 'jakey loves you too' on the comment box that hasn't been sent out yet.
"why don't you ever reply to mine," you ask sulkingly but also meaning every word you had said because he's about to begin a mention party on weverse right now while you were both supposedly going to sleep.
jake ignored you and began the chaos that was about to blow his notifications up which made you start a mini tantrum going "aaaahhhhhh", "whyyy", and the occasional "jakeyyy" while lightly hitting on his chest to get his attention with him only giggling a little as a response but keeping his straight face a second later.
wanting an answer, you pulled out your own phone to enter the weverse app and joined the engenes in hopes to get the attention of your boyfriend on the internet too.
commenting all sorts of compliments, questions, stories you could ever think of at the moment which could beat the simple 'i love you jake' from an engene which started this entire thing.
"see, look this is my username", copying his movement earlier as you shoved your phone directly towards his face. "plus you've always known it- its the one that says 'jakeyismypuppy1115'.. i need a reply please please plea- don't make me snatch your phone right now to do it", whining even further as you shake his body which was almost falling off the couch if he wasn't supporting himself.
"jakeyyyyyy~ why won't you reply to me... i wanna show it off on my fan account on twitter too pleaaaaaswwe im about to off myself if you don't," earning another giggle from him however his face remained sterned after a light cough. "it's not funny," you tried to be serious, frowning at him.
"i won't reply to you." was all he had responded.
"wha.. why..", pushing yourself further away with your palm pressing on his chest to move yourself up.
jake removed his left arm which was supporting his head to type intensively into the weverse search bar more than ever before. "because what the hell is this," not thinking much of it, you glanced your eyes to his screen.
it was your profile with the recent post dated a few days ago, apart from this moment's fiasco of you trying to get jake's attention online, the post made you cringe a little after realising what it said.
"heeseung-ah, i love you the most ! i hope you eat well, rest well, and is always happy ! i love u sooo much ure my favorite. i'll always choose you ❤️"
he scrolled down a little more to show that heeseung, who is rarely online, had replied too. "heeseungie loves you too ☺️".
it took you awhile to process it a little, and it finally hit you that you made the post after watching a youtube compilation of your boyfriend's co-member which made you all happy inside as a fan and nothing more.
you didn't expect heeseung to reply to your post either. you were joyful that he did and bragged it on twitter, but it didn't stuck into your mind forever since you technically forgot it happened. jake's reply would matter to you more.
on heeseung's side however, he and all of the other boys knew of your weverse account from how jake would always reply to yours which raised some suspicion and later confirmed when jungwon saw the app left open on your phone with the profile flashing your username.
heeseung found the comment to be sweet and endearing, he loves you like the closest friend who has always been there for his bestfriend and the team even before debut.
your reminiscing thoughts were then killed by jake pouting at you with the post still up in your face.
"jakey.. i didn't mean tha- wait i did, i think heeseung deserves all the good things in life but i love you the most more than him," trying to comfort him, not caring about the app hybe created now.
he knew that you only meant well and was happy to know that you were a good person that likes his group as a whole.
jake, still determined with his plan in making you love him more than heeseung, even though you already do, continued sulking and crossing his arms away from you, staring into the silent tv.
you hugged him as tight as the koalas he had seen back in australia and a bunch of apologies + i love yous came running out your cute lips profusely.
your boyfriend wasn't budging at all which made you even more frustrated, you knew he was just being playful though from the countless of times he tried not to laugh.
giving up, you sat on the couch as he was still laying and proceeded to go over his body and walk to the kitchen in hopes to find heeseung somewhere eating ramen to prove jake that you were both just a couple of besties.
however the area was empty realising that the entire group left the two of you alone for some privacy, and that they would rather be outside than to see any form of pda.
your brain was wired to make milo, an australian chocolate drink, for your boyfriend as another cute form of "please love me and give me attention".
it was hard to reach the mugs knowing that riki purposely made it higher for laughs and gags. a little more and you'd be able to grab the spider-man mug that belonged to your baby jakey.
like any cliché, a hand made way to your waist as you felt your boyfriend's body lightly pressed against your back reaching for the cup that you were both eyeing for.
placing the blue spider-man mug in front of you with his right hand on your side fulling back hugging you now as he whispered, "i love you" with his soft lips touching the shell of your ear making you turn your head around from the tickling feeling.
with your body finally facing him, you cupped his cheeks and stared into his sparkly eyes. your thumbs grazing his soft skin and fingers moving his unkept fringe a little from the nap you both had in the afternoon, admiring all of his features before giving him a kiss.
not knowing that your phone was blowing up in the living room from the weverse notifications you were getting.
jakeyismypuppy1115
"i will make it my life's honor to love you forever, jake."
a post you made half an hour ago making sure beforehand to make it corny as possible so he would be pleasantly surprised, and of course to make a reaction out of your lovable boyfriend.
[ENHYPEN Weverse] Jake commented on jakeyismypuppy1115's post: "i love you more ❤️"
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a/n: sorry u had to read all of that imo .. but aaa i swear i had a dream abt him bc i was watching his last en-log before bed.. i love u jake
talk to me here! likes & reblogs are appreciated <3
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totheblood · 5 months
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men are genuinely so weird to me like... i feel like me saying im gay should not be open invitation to try to "make me bisexual" like just disregarding that it DOESNT WORK LIKE THAT and i like WOMEN ughhh
and this is what i mean when i say i wish i at least liked men, they r so fucking easy like u dont even have to do anything and they are already throwing themselves at u bc they can't keep it in their pants for like five minutes...
every conversation i have with a man i debate going home and blowing myself up because huh, i can't believe they get to live on the same planet as me for free
anyways, sorry that was a mini rant about being alive and a lesbian
if you're not a woman or ur not nb, im not interested.. be so fucking fr
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also its so dim bc my phone is on sleep mode sorry
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nalaniisthebest · 2 years
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Call- Jack Harlow
pov: i finally update a story after 5 months ;)
this is also like unedited soo..
SUMMARY: you and jack are having sex while you ex keeps blowing up your phone
“why does he keep blowing up your phone?”
warning 18+
smut, fingering, phone sex, unprotected sex, cursing, overstimulated, dirty talk
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*ding ding* *ding ding*
“ugh.” i moaned pulling away from jacks kiss. looking at my phone sitting on table ringing nonstop i press decline without even looking who it is.
“what if it was your mom.” jack asked it.
“it isn’t. trust me. i know.” i responded. wrapping my arms around his neck. i pulled him in for another kiss. the kiss became deep and passionate. i could feel myself start to  slouch down on the couch while jack was hovering over me.
*ding ding* *ding ding*
“ignore it.” i quickly said as i felt his attention start to drift away from me. i pull my shirt over my head and jack started attacking my neck with kisses and bruises while i decline his call again. arching my back as jack reached behind me and i clasped my bra throwing it somewhere
*ding ding* *ding ding*
i lay all the way down on couch as jacks hands slowly travel down to my leggings slowly pulling them down. his lips detached from my neck as he was about to use his teeth to pull down my underwear when my phone rung again.
jack quickly grabbed my phone answering it.
“look i don’t know who the fuck this is, but stop blowing up my girls phone. she’ll call you back when im done fucking her.” he said and without hearing the other person he hung up.
“jack that’s my ex.” i told him as he dropped the phone back on the table.
“why does he keeping blowing up your phone?” he asked with a confused face.
“to tell me that he misses home and he wants another chance. he literally got a new number and everything.” i said as jack just laughed.
“he won’t.” i said cutting me off. “he got the message.” i said clearing up the air as jack nodded his head. jack continued right where he was he took off my underwear throwing it behind. i soft moan fell from my lips as a cold breeze came hitting my pussy.
i sit up on my forearms grabbing my tits as jack lays my legs on his shoulders. i look down at him the whole time while he looks up at me. i felt myself getting excited as jack laid soft kisses on my thighs.
“you’re so beautiful y/n.” jack mumbled against my thigh.
“i don’t know what i would do without you.” jack said again giving me another kiss.
“please jack.” i begin to beg.
“just do something other than kissing me.” i begged never losing eye contact. he smirked and nodded his head as he kissed my clit while softly sucking on it. i bit my lip as my head fell back.
“fuck that felt good.” i said as i started playing with my nipple.
“do again.” i demanded. wasting no time he did what i said and sucked on my clit longer. i hard moan came out my mouth as i look back down at jack to see that he’s looking at me. he started sucking again and this time he didn’t stop. he added his middle finger and started quickly thrusting in and out of me.
“fuck, yes!!” i loudly moaned as legs started to tighten around his neck which buried his face into my pussy. he added another finger and going even faster.
“oh jack.” i moaned as my eyes rolled back. i was racking my hands through his soft curls as started sucking as hard as he could. hips bucked upwards and my mouth open.
“jack im gonna cum! i-im gonna cum!” i loudly moaned as thighs started shaking his free hand grabbed one my tits and started playing with it. he lifted his head while this fingering me.
“go ahead baby. im right here.” he said before going back down. it didn’t take much more of that for me to cum.
“fuck, fuck, fuck!!” i quickly moaned before letting it all go. i let go of jack as he raised up licking my cum of his lips.
“mmm. you taste so good!” jack moaned closing his eyes.
“you wanna taste?” he opened his eyes asking me. before i could even say anything he leaned it kissing me. i tasted myself on his lips i felt his dick press against my stomach. he was hard as a ROCK.
i started palming him through his sweats as he moaned backing up.
“baby please don’t tease. im so fucking hard it’s not even funny.” jack said as i didn’t stop.
“so fuck me.” i said with all the confidence in the world. the biggest smirk grew on jacks face.”
“i-.”
*ding ding* *ding ding*
my phone starts ringing again.
“you know. since he wants to talk to so bad. we can talk.” he said grabbing my phone, and answered it and set it right back on the table. i looked at him with a confused look on my face.
“what are you doing?” i mouthed at him. he didn’t say nothing. he just looked at my with the biggest smirk on his face. he pulled down his sweatpants and his dick popped out hitting his stomach. it was oozing of precum and his tip was really red.
he rubbed his dick against my slit coating it up before slowly thrusting into me stretching me out. he took himself out of me and thrusting into my again but this time as hard as he could making our skin clap and a loud moan come out. but that didn’t stop him, he kept going that same pace the whole time. making me hold my legs against my head, putting my legs over his shoulder, making me fuck myself in his dick. i had came 2 times already, i was overstimulated and sweaty.
“i said you fucks you better than anyone.” jack asked me giving me a harsh it against my ass.
“you jack! fuck!” i loudly moaned as my head fell back. i was riding him right now. my tits harshly slapped against my skin. both of our bodies were hot and sticky and my legs were gonna give out.
“jack, i-i can’t.” i moaned slowing down
“just i little more..im so close baby.” jack said lying against the couch. once he could tell that i didn’t have anymore energy left he started taking matters into his own hands. he held me down and started quickly thrusting in and out of me.
“jack!” i loudly moaned.
“fuck baby im so close.” jack moaned in ear. i started kissing and leaving bruises on his neck. i felt the grip he had on my ass tighten as he moaned in my ear one last time. i felt his cum inside of me. he thrust started to slow down and rested my head on his chest. he leaned forward and grabbed my phone seeing that my ex was still on the phone.
“she don’t want you. if it wasn’t clear then. it’s clear now.” jack said before hanging up. he left a soft kiss on my head.
“that should do it.” jack said as i chuckled
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roseillith · 29 days
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Pls don’t hurt yourself. Deleting a blog is one thing but pls don’t hurt yourself. So sorry to hear you’re feeling this way. You put so much joy and beauty into the world via this blog im one of many recipients of that and no matter how you feel you look like externally, i and many others get a chance to see your soul and it’s beautiful, expansive, smart, inspirational and full of humour! As a black person I also sometimes feel alienated and off key when my fam speak ga of twi around me and yet haven’t taught me, sometimes I feel so disconnected from everyone and feel like I’m floating away with nothing to hold me, no anchor to any sort of real meaningful life. Betrayal from friends or from love, broken heartedness, loneliness strike but still there is a lil bit of light, there is the wind blowing on my face, a glass of water, a favourite song, some sun. There are small joys that remind us we are not alone. And You are not alone and I hope that one day soon you receive all the joy light and good energy you put into this harsh world. Pls don’t give up. We love you, keep your head up
tyvm I appreciate your message deeply, I feel a constant push n pull whenever I log on & post on here, the things that I’ve posted recently (including this) has made feel ashamed in that I have spilled out all of my thoughts n feelings out on this public platform, the same place that I’ve been constructing as way to separate my physical& literal self and run towards things that I have stored inside me, all of the stuff the I carry along with me whenever I’m out in public, that I know I can’t share w/ any nigga that I know out there instead I try to avert my eyes from all other dudes out there cuz I know I don’t fit in and feel physically gross when I’m around w/ a bunch of dudes, me failing to be a man in general and avoid man-to-man convos irl and instead retreating those inner stuff into the girl that I want to be, the kind of girl where I know I can apply all the totality of myself out there into the world.
Now I’m just staring at this public persona that I have made of myself feeling increasingly distant day-to-day and I wonder why I put all my all into this blog w/ gifs,pics,anime stuff, film stuff, music stuff etc. when I can’t muster up the courage to talk about all that shit outside out aloud without having to be disgusted from hearing the sound of my voice or/and how the person/s I’m saying it to is even viewing me physically & as a person/“grown up man” having the courage to go out and transition to the girl that I can see in the distance.
The one rule I had when making this blog was to never spill out my personal shit of actually being a man irl who’s found solace and significant more ease in being a woman online cuz I know that if I ever did that it would be embarrassing & the end for me personally, I wouldn't be able to look myself in the eye, all the shit that I had posted on here it all being a lie to me, and worse of all I never really took in any support from anyone else here I had this lone wolf-esque mentality where I always try and not get close to anybody I was mutuals w/, never share anything abt my personal shit, always looking through the window seeing other ppl chill with others, and when I look at myself on here I’m feel still as alone as I do irl & tbh much of it is my fault from not being able to put myself out there and feeling disassociated from myself in whatever I do on here and irl
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