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mattscoquette · 13 days

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“ 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝜗𝜚 “

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: bestfriend!dom!matt x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and your flirty best friend matt go to a party together, what happens when you two play spin the bottle? inspired from this post by @chrispeycream33

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, unprotected p in v, oral (both receiving), kinda rough, spit, use of pet names, drinking, drunk sex, mentions of alcohol, no use of y/n

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.3k

𝐚/𝐧: heyyy ... heyyy... i've never written anything this rough before LOL but i saw this idea on my feed and i had to write it lmfao. anyway i'm gonna start trying to get to the requests in my inbox bc there r some rlly good ones im excited to write. as always i hope everyone enjoys!

𝐚/𝐧 𝟐: i edited some parts to enter this into @bratzforchris and @nicksbestie writing contest!! this is prob my fav one shot i’ve done and it fit the criteria so i figured why not submit it lol. hope u all like it!

xoxo ₊˚⊹ ୨ৎ

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you stood in front of your full length mirror, tugging at the black mini skirt that hugged your hips. you cocked your head to the side, debating if you should change your top, unsure if the hot pink baby tee and knee high boots you were currently sporting was “too much” for the party you were going to tonight. you were heading to a party a little bit outside of your college town, being invited by your best friend matt and his brothers. they didn’t go to college like you, deciding to pursue a career as youtubers, but you still lived in the same city together and remained close despite the constant business of your schedules. before you had time to grab another top and change, you were interrupted by the quiet buzzing coming from your phone that was on top of your bedsheets. you picked up it, readings your best friend’s name as it flashed against the screen.

“hi matt!” you smiled as you picked up the call, holding the phone between your ear and shoulder, returning to look at your outfit in the mirror once more, attempting to fix your skirt yet again.

“hey, we’re outside,” the boy replied as you heard the car engine stop running from his line of the phone.

“okay, just give me a minute, i may change really quickly.” you told him, frantically rummaging through your hangers looking for something to switch into.

“why?” matt questioned, “i bet you look great in whatever you have on now.”

you felt your chest flutter at the compliment, although it wasn’t out of the ordinary for your friendship. you and matt were constantly flirting with one another. you were always having sleep overs, giving each other overly-nice compliments, sharing lingering hugs, you name it. the two of you were comfortable with it all, but there was always an underlying need for more underneath all the friendliness.

“i’ll be down in a minute then.” you said, grabbing your purse off your dresser and giving the mirror one last glance before leaving your dorm. you hung up the phone, making your way out of the building to be met with matt’s van parked out front, his brother chris already in the back seat next to nick to give you your spot in matt’s car. you smiled and waved, opening the door and letting it slam shut behind you as you climbed in.

“hi matty!” you smiled, pulling the boy in for a hug, getting a whiff of his musky cologne mixed with his freshly washed hair.

“you look so good,” matt whispered in your ear, “you always do.” you pulled away blushing, getting a good look at matt. he wore a black plain t shirt, matched with a black denim jacket and various silver necklaces. his brown hair flopped down over his eyes, matt running a quick hand through it to tame is slightly as it bounced back into his usual middle part.

smiling, you turned around, saying hi to the other two triplets in the back as matt began to leave your apartment complex. the girl who was throwing the party was some influencer who was a mutual friend of the triplets, so they were the only people you really knew who were attending. you relaxed into your seat, getting comfortable as you all made your way to the party.

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the flashing lights and loud music pumping through gigantic speakers washed over you as you walked into the large house, matt following close behind you with his hand on the small of your back, nick and chris trailing ahead of you two. you four were immediately met by a few influencers who were friends with the triplets, walking over to join in on their conversation. as you all eased into the party, you felt matt’s hot breath fan against your ear.

“want anything to drink?” he asked, peering down at you with a slight smirk on his face. you nodded. “i’ll right back.” he smiled.

you watched as matt disappeared into the kitchen, diverting your attention back to the group. he returned a few minutes later, handing you the red solo cup he held in his right hand. he held his drink out to yours, “cheers,” he smiled, clanking the plastic together as you both swung your heads back and drank alcoholic mix matt had just made for you both.

˳·˖ 𓂃✧

a few hours later, you were definitely feeling the buzz of the alcohol. you were currently on the dance floor with nick, matt leaned up against a wall talking with a few people that he knew, while his gaze stayed on you and the way your hips looked in that damn mini skirt. you were moving your body to the rhythm of the music, dancing hand in hand with nick and singing loudly. you broke away from his embrace for a moment to do a spin, stopping at the feeling of large hands gripping your waist. you looked up to be met with the sight of your best friend, his hair flopping down into his pretty blue eyes while he looked down at you. he looked good, the bright neons lights accentuating his sharp facial features as they danced across his face.

“matty!” you cheered, turning around to hug the boy, swaying for a moment before breaking away. “dance with me.”

he laughed, keeping his hands at your waist as he pulled you into him, moving you two along to the music. he, too, had quite a lot to drink, and he was enjoying the way your body pressed against his a little too much. he ducked his head down to your ear. “a couple of us were gonna go upstairs and play a game, you in?”

you pulled away, nodding feverishly as he took his hand in yours, bringing you towards the staircase. climbing up the stairs and making your way down the long hallway, he brought you into the lesser crowded living room to be met with chris and a few other of his friends, all spread out across the couch and chairs that decorated the room. you found an empty spot on the couch, squeezing in between two of matt’s friends, while he sat opposite from you on a recliner chair.

“okay, so,” one of the boys spoke up, placing the game on the table next to an empty beer bottle. “basically you have to do the dare on the card with the person you land on, or you have to drink.” you all nodded, settling into your seats as the game began. at first it started off mild, with cards like kiss the players cheek or tell them a secret about you, but as the game progressed the dares got dirtier and dirtier. it was currently your fourth turn, all of your previous dares had been small so far, but you kept sipping your drink, feeling more drunk now. you leaned forward, picking a card off the pile and reading it out loud.

“give the player you land on a lap dance.” you spoke, peering at the empty bottle on the table. a couple people laughed as you shook your head, reaching forwards to twist the glass bottle in front of you as you held your breath. after what seemed like an eternity, the bottle finally began to slow before stopping on matt. you looked up to meet his gaze, looking at him with wide eyes and going quiet.

“you gonna do it?” someone sitting at the end of the couch spoke up.

you looked back and forth between the bottle and your best friend. you stood up swinging back the last of your drink for a quick confidence boost, walking around the table to matt, and throwing your legs across his lap as you stood in front of him, your ass on full display in front of him.

his hands instantly found their way to your waist, holding you in place as you sank down on his lap, hovering ever-so-slightly. you started slow, moving your hips side to side teasingly, barely making contact with him. you then quickened your pace, placing all your weight down on his lap, your ass pressing against his crotch as you grinded your hips against his backwards. your arm moved around his neck, pulling is head into you as you let the buzz of the alcohol take over. you felt the bulge in his jeans grow more and more as you continued to move you hips back and forth against him, quickly spinning around so you were now straddling him. your arms stayed wrapped around his neck while you moved your hips in small slow circles, grinding down hard against his erection, hearing him groan lightly in your ear. you were both so lost in your movements, you forgot you were in a living room full of people until you heard a couple hollers and whistles. you turned away from matt, flashing everyone a somewhat embarrassed smile as you got up from his lap, purposefully turning around so your ass was right in front of matt.

you returned back to your spot on the couch, the next few people taking their turns as your eyes stayed fixed on matt the entire time, watching him try to hide his boner. the girl next to him was finishing her turn -tell your most embarrassing hook up story - as matt leaned forward to grab a card. you watched as he read the card aloud, “spend fifteen minutes in a bedroom with the player you land on.” he spun the glass bottle, you keeping your gaze on matt the entire time.

the sound of the spinning glass on the wood table stopped, and you looked down to be met with the tip pointing at you. you bring your gaze back up to matt, both of you standing up abruptly, matt grabbing your hand and dragging you to the nearest open bedroom he could find. he ushered you in quickly, slamming the door closed behind you, pushing you up against it, and attacking your neck with his mouth.

“matt,” you gasp out at the feeling of his teeth grazing against your neck as he leaves marks all down your neck and across your collarbones. he quickly finds the sweet spot beneath your ear, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin. he keeps his hand at your neck, breaking away from you to look into your eyes.

“tell me if this is okay,” he says, his thumb stroking your neck as he keeps you looking at him. you nodded, pulling him into you as your lips meet in a messy kiss. his hands move from your neck to your ass, kneading the flesh as your arms tangle around him. he brings his hands down to your thighs, signaling for you to jump up. your legs wrap around his waist while he carries you over to the bed, throwing you down as he stands over you.

you look up at him, your chest heaving as you sit up slightly, propped back on your elbows. you watch as your best friend sinks to the ground on his knees, pulling your legs towards his body, and kissing from your knee up your thigh. you moan out loud as you feel him get closer and closer to your core, roughly sucking and licking at the soft skin of your inner thighs. he nudges your skirt up with his face, starting to press soft kisses to your clit over the dark spot on your panties. “please,” you whine out, bucking you hips into his face.

“so fucking needy” he groans, looping his fingers beneath the waistband of your laced underwear and tugging them down, throwing them on the floor behind him. he pulls away admiring your pussy, then dives in, his tongue lapping around your folds in a figure 8 motion. you moaned as your hips grinded against his face, his nose repeatedly bumping into you clit. “tastes so good.” he mumbled from in between your legs.

he continued to make a mess of you, bringing you closer and closer to your release, when you felt his slender fingers graze against your entrance, lightly tracing them back and forth to tease you. “fuck” you whined, reaching down to tangle your manicured nails into his brown locks, pushing him further into you as he slipped his middle finger inside of you. he continued to lick all around your pussy while thrusting his fingers in and out, curling them up to find that sweet spot. the only sounds in the room were of matt’s tongue against your wetness and your moans blended together as you kept grinding your hips up into matt, until he wrapped his arm around your waist to hold you still.

“are you getting close?” he taunted, pulling away for a moment to flash you a grin from in between your legs. you nodded, unable to speak as matt returned to pussy, his tongue moving at a somehow faster pace. the mix between his mouth and fingers were all too much, and you were about to snap.

“matt,” you panted, trying to let him know you were about to come.

“i know, pretty, make a mess of me.” he moaned, nuzzling himself further into your wetness, holding your shaking hips down against the bed as you released all over his tongue, hard. he sat back on his knees, admiring his work as he stood up to climb over you, yanking off his jacket and t shirt. you looked up at your best friend with wide eyes as he held himself over you, gripping your jaw with his hand adorned in silver rings. his lips glistened with saliva and your arousal as they tugged into a smirk. “open” he commanded.

you complied, opening your mouth up at him, sticking your tongue out as he spit, closing your jaw for you and telling you to swallow. “you gonna be a good girl and let your best friend fuck you?” he asked, eyes scanning your face for any hint of hesitance.

“yes.” your voice was barely above a whisper. matt smiled, leaning down to meet your lips in a sloppy kiss, your teeth bumping against one another. you felt his hardened dick pressing against your exposed thigh through his jeans, lacing your fingers through the belt loops to grind his hips against you, earning a whine from the brunette haired boy. this allowed you to slip your to tongue into his mouth as you both continued to make out, both growing needier and needier.

he broke away from your mouth, leaving hot kisses and dark marks all down your neck. making his way to your chest, he pulled your shirt up and groaned at the sight, seeing as you decided on wearing no bra tonight. matt began leaving kisses along the valley of your breast, stopping when he got to your hardened nipple to flick his tongue across.

“fuck” you whined out, continuing to grind your hips up against his while he kept on sucking at your skin. after a minute, he switched to your other tit, sucking and licking at the bud as his hand moved up to massage your other, gripping and squeezing at the flesh.

matt pulled away with a goofy smile on his face, looking down at the complete wreck he’s made of you. your shirt and skirt were both pulled up, your panties long gone and you neck and chest covered in bruises he had left all over you. his hands trailed across your stomach, pulling your skirt up even further so it now laid above your hips. “so fucking pretty,” he muttered to himself, “i want to absolutely ruin you.”

“please matty,” you panted as you threw your head back, “need you so bad.” your hands moved to the buckle of his belt, fiddling with it as it became undone, hanging around his hips loosely. you yanked his jeans down, leaving him in just his dark blue boxers. your mouth hung agape at his bulge, a small wet spot at the tip from his pre cum. you lightly brushed your fingers back and forth across his clothed dick, matt hanging his head low and groaning.

“stop fucking teasing,” he warned as his face scrunched up in pleasure, whining slightly as you continued your actions. you went to dip your hand below his boxers when you felt matt grab your waist, flipping the both of you around so you were now on top of him. “what did i just say to you?” he asked, his grip on you now moving up to the back of your head.

your eyes widened at his change in demeanor. “sorry, i-” you muttered meekly, matt simply guiding you down to his dick. you came face to face with his bulge, looking up at him through hooded eyelashes. “don’t be a fucking tease this time,” he told you, watching as you simply nodded. your fingers dipped below the waistline of his boxers, pulling them down as his erection sprang free. you held his dick in your hand, running your thumb along the tip before licking a stripe all the way to up his base. you repeated this action a few more times, then fully taking him in your mouth as far as you could go.

“fuck baby,” matt groaned, his head thrown back in pleasure as he guided you by your hair up and down on his dick. you began to lap your tongue around his cock, jerking off what you couldn’t get in your mouth. you continued to suck him off, pulling all the way off and then fully deep throating him. his grunts became louder and his hands were gripping the back of your head as he fucked your throat, you moaning around his dick sending vibrations throughout his body. “being such a fucking good girl for me.”

you whined at his comment, feeling him pull you off his dick, giving him a confused look.

“wanna finish inside you.” he told you, flipping you two around yet again you were underneath him once more. he ran his hands along the bunched up fabric of your shirt, pulling it over your head to join the pile of clothes scattered across the floor. his one hand stayed at your chest, squeezing your tit, while his other hand stroked himself as he lined up with your entrance. he looked up at you for a moment, proceeding when you gave him your nod of approval. he pushed in fast, immediately pulling out and then slamming back into you. you moaned loudly, and if it weren’t for the loud music downstairs, everyone would have heard you. matt repeated this action, thrusting in and out of you at an absolutely ungodly speed.

unable to form sentences, strings of pleas and whines left your mouth as matt kept on pounding into you, your legs twisting up to wrap around his hips. his hand crept down, rubbing circles at your clit with his thumb, causing you to let out a pornographic moan. you felt matt nuzzle into the crook of your neck, sucking harshly to leave more marks across your throat as he brought you closer to your release. “being such a good girl letting your friend fuck you like this,” matt groaned in your neck, “so fucking needy for me.”

“mm please,” you gasped, feeling matt slam into you even harder and faster, “’m so close.”

“cum all over me baby,” matt grunted, holding your hips steadily while he snapped his up into yours. his words were enough to send you over the edge, you practically screamed, cumming hard all over his dick, his pace not slowing down. he gave you a few more hard thrusts before letting out a loud groan, feeling his dick twitch as he came deep inside of you. you both rode out your orgasms together, your movements becoming slower as the two of breathed heavily against one another, both of you coming down from your highs.

“fuck,” matt laughed, his arms still wrapped around your waist as he giggled into you neck, “that was so hot.”

“yeah,” you breathed, stroking the back of his hair, trying to recompose yourself.

you two jolted up as you heard a loud pounding on the door, a guy’s voice shouting over the music from the other side. “it’s been more than fifteen minutes!” he yelled. you and matt both looked at each other, before bursting into a fit of giggles.

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apocalypticgargoyle · 3 years

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𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝟒. ♡ 𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

"Hi! I hope u have a lovely day :] I was wondering if I could request an imagine where you're online friends with Gogy and one day you send him a picture wearing his merch and he can't stop thinking about it and finally ends up telling you he has a crush on you?? Thank you in advance :] I really enjoy your writing"

pairing: georgenotfound x reader

warnings: Zoom Video Communications none :)

links: | ao3 | request | masterlist |

⋆ song recommendation: Slowly by Josh Gilligan

(streamer bf gogy brainrot brrr) hello sweet anon! thank you for much for this request :) I love love love all the geo simps and their ideas. also thank you to my dearest LB for helping me with the plot help. happy reading, everyone! ♡ ᵍᵉⁿᵉ

You tapped your fingers on your desk, nails clattering at you waiting to be let into your third Zoom meeting of the day. Usually, you got off with only one lecture, but because of upcoming exams, you were finding yourself in and out of virtual meetings and office hours. Sure, it was better than jogging from building to building, fighting the crowds, and searching for a seat in a packed lecture hall, but it was still wearing you down beyond belief.

You rested your chin in your hand as your window went from white to dark grey, the square with your name getting wedged in beside the professor. Everyone’s cameras were off, a thankful sigh leaving your lips as your head slumped down to lay against your arm, the danger of falling asleep suddenly becoming more prominent.

You jumped slightly as your professor cleared their throat, sharing their screen and beginning to ramble off facts listed on the slideshow. You played with your keyboard, focused on removing a crumb from beneath your spacebar that was almost unreachable. You usually took notes in the class, but today was just one of those days.

“... And with that in mind, I’m going to put you all into breakout rooms…” Your professor trailed off, eyebrows furrowed as they peered at their screen and clicked frantically to assign all of you to rooms. You yawned, smacking your cheeks and sitting up. You were determined not to be a shitty partner, at least. The white box popped up, inviting you to join breakout room four. That’s always lucky, you thought to yourself as you joined.

Once again, you were cursed to look at the buffering wheel of death as your internet struggled to sustain all your opened tabs. Please, just a little longer, you groaned internally, eyes dashing towards the receiver and exhaling in relief as your computer connected to the breakout room. You turned on your camera, eliciting your partner, George, to do the same.

You flashed him a smile as you struggled to open the article from the previous night. “Hi! How’s it going?” You greeted, not yet looking at him.

“I’m good, actually. How are you?” He engaged, his voice deep and tired.

You finally managed to split your screen enough so that you could see him and the article. “Yeah, I’m good too. Thanks,” you chewed the inside of your cheek, eyes skimming some of the notes you’d etched into the margins. “So, did you have any idea what,” you paused, squinting at the author’s name, “Robert A. Schneider means when he discusses how ‘men of letters’ fear the lower class more than anything?” You asked, as your eyes trailed across your screen to finally gauge his reaction, you were taken aback by his appearance.

His soft features and dark eyes made you feel safe. As he smiled softly, running his fingers into his hair, he seemed to be racking his brain for an answer. He opened his mouth to begin, detailing what you had previously thought with better articulation.

The two of you got through the basic questions the professor had scripted for the students, then finding yourself still stuck in the breakout room. On a normal day, your professor would have pulled everyone back into the call after the first few questions.

George swiveled in his chair quietly as he listened to you briefly explain your area of study. His kind smile made your heart flutter slightly. Deep down, you hoped the two of you would be stuck in the room for a while.

Soon your topics blended into what kind of movies you both watched, a debate on where you could buy the cheapest bread on campus, and what kind of party people the two of you were. After an hour, instead of worrying whether or not your professor was dead, you were swapping numbers and planning out how the two of you would turn the Florida Keys into the headquarters of your new cult where the members would all worship a separate bitchy philosopher.

You pulled one of your legs to your chest, resting your cheek against your knee as his laughing died out. “Okay, this might be a weird question, but I need to know why your webcam is so clear. Is it like an OnlyFans thing or…”

He chuckled. “Yeah it’s definitely OnlyFans,” he joked, making you laugh. “I’m actually a ᵐⁱⁿᵉᶜʳᵃᶠᵗ ˢᵗʳᵉᵃᵐᵉʳ” he mumbled.

Your eyebrows perked playfully. “You’re a what?”

He pursed his lips to fit the grin stretching across his face. “ᵃ ᵐⁱⁿᵉᶜʳᵃᶠᵗ ˢᵗʳᵉᵃᵐᵉʳ”

You snorted slightly. “Sorry darling, you’ll have to speak up. What was that?”

He wet his lips, rolling his eyes as he bashfully groaned. “I’m a Minecraft streamer.”

You giggled, him basking in your disbelief. He smiled a bit brighter as he shrugged, leaning back in his chair as you rambled off questions. “There’s no way! Nerd!” you chaffed, making him smile as if he liked it when you playfully teased him. “Are you super popular?” You asked, catching your breath.

He bit his bottom lip swaying his head slightly as if deciding not to answer. “Mmmm. Not really.”

“Well, come on, Georgios! Give me your Twitch user and I’ll be your biggest fan, I promise.” He laughed at your response, digging out his phone to send you a link.

“I’d like to see you try,” he mumbled.

After the class had finally ended, you’d learned that your professor was on the phone with their credit card company. In the following weeks, you and George were in constant contact, even becoming part of each other’s daily routines.

As you studied for finals, you’d turn on his stream, letting his voice alleviate some of the stress of your exams. He knew you were watching and would even drop hints for you in what he was saying, or he’d blatantly just ask what you were talking about in your essay for a certain class. After the stream would end, he’d call you either on Discord or the phone, just so it felt like the two of you were studying together.

Jokingly, you badgered him to send you some of his merch, threatening to buy it from a bootleg online store if he didn’t. He had only brushed it off at the time, but shortly after, you received a hoodie in the mail with his gamer tag printed across it.

It was late at night when you’d received it, the tiredness of your eyes and George’s dulcet tones lulling you towards the idea of a dead sleep. Yet, you were drawn from your pleasant relaxation with the shrilling of your doorbell. You shrugged out of your blanket cocoon, grabbing your phone and trudging down the stairs. As you tore open the bag, your phone buzzed with a text from George asking if you’d seen something that one of his chat members. You chuckled softly and dug your hand into the material, holding it out in front of you.

You snickered to yourself, running your fingers across the red patch in the center. You slipped it over your head, letting the softness of the fabric brush against your skin. You snapped a photo of yourself and stumbled back upstairs before sending it to him.

When you returned, George was focused on something he was crafting. His eyes darted down to one corner of the screen where his phone was probably sitting. His eyes flashed back up with a smug grin on his face as if he knew exactly what you were going to say. Your “Thanks sugar daddy xx,” probably didn’t help either.

“What, chat?” His voice came out slightly uneven as he bit back a smile. You skimmed what people were asking. “It’s not a nude. A friend of mine got something I sent them,” he answered nonchalantly, finishing up what he was doing. The chat began to spam quietly. “No, it’s not a maid costume. Jesus Christ.” He leaned back in his chair, grabbing his phone and opening your message.

A grin spread across his face, alongside the light dusting of rosy pigment settling in his cheeks. He chuckled to himself, quickly replying before getting back to his game. You scoffed at his response.

George (H325) Anything for my silly little baka

You curled up again, putting away your schoolwork and devoting your attention to watching his stream as you drifted off to sleep.

Once again, you found yourself at the mercy of your internet as you attempted to join the breakout room assigned to you. You almost jumped out of your chair when it finally connected and you found George waiting for you. You smiled slightly as he scrolled through his phone. “What are the chances?” You asked, pulling his eyes to you.

He grinned, clicking off whatever he was looking at. “I was just about to raid your inbox.”

You chuckled. “I almost wore your merch to class, just to out you to whoever my partner was,” you joked, making him roll his eyes.

“I’m glad it’s me then,” he responded. You began scrounging around for your article. After a beat of hesitation, George spoke up again. “Hey, I’m glad you like the sweatshirt…” You perked an eyebrow in his direction. “I actually haven’t been able to get that picture out of my head. I know it’s stupid,” he stated lightly, chuckling nervously. You could feel your heart beating in your ears. “It’s so lame, but I think I have a crush on you.”

You sat back in your chair, stunned. “I mean, the feeling’s mutual. Even if it’s lame,” you mirrored, winking at him. “I mean, maybe it’s not lame because I know I like you.”

He smiled to himself at your answer before chuckling, “Should we Zoom date or something?”

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inklingofadream · 3 years

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random list of tma plotbunnies

not counting prompts in my inbox im hoping getting these out will let me focus on those

come talk to me if u think any of these sound neat and maybe they’ll move up my writing list

also adding a readmore bc this is Too Long crol

the autopsy of jon sims, and its absolutely powerful whump potential

Leverage crossover where the Leverage crew bump into Jon in like a bar or sth around S2/S3 and Fix Everything. Jonahlias never sees them coming. Parker and Sophie hardcore ship jonmartin

hannibal fusion where hannibal has his own mixed together version of smirke’s 14 that starts focused on a mix of hunt and flesh (bc i couldnt decide what hanni would be an avatar of) and expands bc neither he nor i could decide what power will is on his way to mostly-obliviously becoming an avatar of. there are extensive notes in my idea book of which characters are avatars and of what

some of hannibal’s various Weird Art Objects are artifacts... but who knows which ones! :3

hannibal fusion 2: electric boogaloo: this one’s called “caveat lector” (ba dum tsh) and will accidentally uses a Leitner to summon up hannibal/hannibal gives him the leitner and it summons the ravenstag, inducting will into the Fear Nonsense

elias sends daisy after jon in america- maybe bc trevor and julia find him with gerry’s page and it starts to look like he won’t be getting out of this one- and then they have Terrible American Road Trip Bonding adventures.

alternate edition: time travel daisy just decides on her own to Show Up and duel trevor and julia to the death for archivist custody. and then they have a Terrible Road Trip

various daisy kidnapping jon agenda variations

teen jon gets kidnapped by newly sectioned daisy

we start at the start and jon has to adjust to his new situation, ft jon growing up and eventually becoming the archivist, + daisy having a Whole Breakdown over not knowing what she’s doing/how to protect him approx. once a month

we start at jon getting hired at the institute- jonah pov of how Absolutely Terrified jon is of every eventuality, bc on the one hand he’s afraid of daisy one day killing him but on the other he’s afraid of being taken away from daisy and never seeing her again

jon’s assistants and their very funny ‘what if our boss is actually a missing person’ game. until they clue martin in, then Worms happen, then jon invites him to stay in his and daisy’s guest room and martin notices jon’s room has a deadbolt that locks from the outside and Maybe It’s Not So Funny Anymore

Daisy kidnaps both teen jon and teen basira, and they trauma bond to become Terrible Siblings

using the same “jon loses his personality and independence to the Archive, everyone but daisy beefs it” eyepocalypse concept as the daisy time travels and jon suffers au, daisy activates her Time Travel Goober while holding onto Archive!Jon bc she kinda thinks it’ll kill them both? and at least he wont be suffering anymore. But instead she ends up in the past, and 8 yo jon has most of the power of the Archive but none of the memories, and she steals him and eventually ends up in an eldritch custody battle with elias

Daisy time travels to when jon’s 8, but instead of ending up in the past as her adult self she’s in her 13 yo body and ends up creating a gang of Terrible Feral Children led by her and Gerry, eventually including the rest of the cast

daisy kidnaps researcher jon, who has no idea whats happening rip jon. possibly also ft. kidnapped basira and martin, and the 3 kidnappees debating whether daisy is actually lowkey trying to matchmake the boys

I have vague notes somewhere for 2 Sasha Lives aus focused on Sasha/Basira and a Sasha/wtgirlfriends polycule, respectively

daisy time travels and jon suffers au side stories:

jonah pov of not having Any Idea what’s going on and then he gets murdered

Martin POV of the last chunk of lflbwtf plus some, for the Soft Romance

QPR jondaisy where daisy joins them on the scottish honeymoon and none of the locals know what to make of them. possibly goes on long enough that jmart have a kid with daisy (and maybe eventually basira) as the Weird Live In Aunt (and nothing bad ever happens again)

umbrella academy fusion where all the hargreeves sibs are agnes-style kid avatars of different fears,, i think i had allison as web, ben as vast, klaus as end... vanya as extinction? i dont think i decided on anything for Five or luthor, reginald might’ve been a jonah style eye guy

epistolary fic of all the emails the various eye temples send each other, ft. the pu song ling research center’s take on jon after his visit and lots of academic jockeying with extra eldritch flavor

What If Tim And Annabelle Fell In Love, Actually?

Jon ends up on Salesa’s crew instead of with the Institute, Martin’s crew on the Tundra, they fall in love

Daisy and Martin as avatars of anything but the hunt and eye and also they’re bffs and daisy wingmans martin trying to pick up the new archivist

“think of my head on your chest” (from “tim mcgraw” by taylor swift lol) would make a bangin title for a jonmartin one shot

something with the magnets + cassette tapes = amnesia!jon concept

there’s more than this but like. this post is ungodly long. again, if any of these sound sexy to you come to my inbox and talk abt them to drastically up the odds they get written

#tma #the magnus archvies #leverage #tua #hannibal #writing #ink writing #my fic #mine #insp #theres a lotta rarepair hell in here lol #daisy kidnapping jon agenda #crossovers

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bandomslayed · 3 years

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I’m not saying you should focus more on racism, I’m just saying that that’s something that the community as a whole needs to focus on and try to repair, I’m sure they all already know that people don’t like their ships. If that’s an issue, then groups can have a strict age limit. Easy solve. The other things are things that can be taught and learned but with hostility all that’s going to happen is a deeper divide. You said you wanted to argue with people about the things you don’t like that they do in this community. I’m paraphrasing, but why not instead want to educate them. No one will ever react well to feeling like they’re being ridiculed or patronized. People worth spending your time on are the ones you can talk to without it being a shitshow. We’re having a dialogue. I’ve felt this entire time like everything I say, someone is going to search for one thing to deliberately misinterpret or magnify unnecessarily when, if there’s something that they have an issue with, it could be a perfect opportunity to educate me instead of people being hostile. I’m college educated and can think critically, I’m moderately well spoken, I’m open to instructive criticisms and discussing things that aren’t agreed upon so I’m just sort of confused by the fact that what I’m saying is being picked apart by other anons and to a degree, you. You all want to change my mind about age gaps, despite me being with someone older irl and feeling safe and genuinely valued for the first time in a relationship in my life so why do you think that calling my dead grandpa names, redirecting the conversation and then kinda mocking me when I attempt to understand wholly and agree with some of the things you’re saying? That’s not going to convince me or anyone else. It just makes people feel defensive. Reiterating here that I’m not saying YOU specifically need to talk about racism more, and I’m not trying to diminish your experience or anything like that In just saying that those topics (discrimination of any kind, abuse of any kind) in the community are things we should be discussing instead of ships we think aren’t comfortable. I feel uncomfortable with relationships in real life and in rp all the time but that isn’t up to me to say it’s wrong or bad. It’s no ones right to tell any two consenting adults that what they’re doing is wrong. But it is a human right to tell someone when they’re being insensitive, and that’s a flaw in the community that people can be educated on and learn to handle with more sensitivity and knowledge but we’re never going to reach that point if we’re all just hostile and cruel to one another. Also reiterating that I’m not using personal examples to get cred, I just like examples because I think using them shows where I’m coming from so that any person who wants to have a dialogue can have a frame of reference for why my opinions are what they are on any topic. If I’m wrong, or insensitive, or just kinda dumb I want to know that but simply telling me I’m wrong or insensitive or dumb doesn’t teach me how not to me. And this doesn’t just mean me, I mean the whole community. It will never improve if we all just talk about the things we don’t like and give no feasible solutions.

alright i see what you want so let me switch to my white pleaser voice and deliver since you're so keen on being patronizing and in the same breath, acting like me taking what you say "the wrong way" is the problem. in bullet points so next time u come back to keep going at it u can pinpoint exactly what it is i misconstrued because u will do it anyway.

you're asking the community as a whole to care more about racism but you're talking to me who's leading the conversation in the first place. i understand you didn't imply i specifically should care more about it, but you're still using racism to discredit my point of view on age gap relationships being an important topic to discuss as well, and watering it down to just me not liking people's plots when that is not the message.

nobody is telling anyone how to live their lives. im bringing awareness to the fact that this culture is not okay. it's dangerous to our young. it NEEDS to be uncomfortable to you (you, plural) to invite to this so called critical thinking.

im not saying your partner doesn't have a right to be loving or grandpa and grandma had abuse masked as a good relationship. im saying, since it needs to be spelled out with no room for misinterpretation; the culture behind someone 10+ years older finding it completely okay to pursue someone that much younger — especially when we're talking 18 - 30 age range — needs to be looked at more closely. it's not safe in general. do exceptions exist? absolutely, but the whole two consenting adults point is a terrible one to make when at 18, you're considered that when you're still essentially just a child.

a strict age limit, which most groups adopt now, does little to actually prevent age gap relationships within roleplays. moreso, uneven power dynamics within plots being glamorized. my boss is not over 5 years older than me, but he is my boss. kpop boybands don't have age gaps of 10+ years in groups, usually, but there is a leader most times acting like a father figure, not to mention korean culture is heavy on emphasizing age-related hierarchical order, so a literal still wet behind the ears child establishing a romantic connection with someone who is not their equal? dangerous.

now let's halt. i already told you, i don't give a shit about respectability politics. it is not my job to be nice and educate anyone. and i don't mean just on this blog... most of you whites have come to assume and expect, even, that poc will be subservient, docile, and always willing to switch and nicely explain to you why the very core of the way you think about the world because you grew up sheltered w/e is not the whole picture for everyone. the worst part? most of them do. most of them do put their thinking caps on and write these novel worthy, intelligent, respectful, calculated think pieces only for the white in question to turn around and still deem it aggressive, etc. i don't do that. that is labor that most of you do not deserve.

the implication that there are feasible solutions for these problems that don't require for people to literally rework their entire mindset is naive at best. what am i supposed to do? be like nooo don't be racist, racism is bad BECAUSE it hurts people. i think all of you are old enough to know that by now. you definitely have enough internet exposure to know that, even if you grew up in all white sundown town america.

i explain my points. i actually explain my points more than the average person, yet here we are still saying im not doing enough to educate those around me as if it was my responsibility to change the way people think with sugar spice and everything nice so they feel their hand is held and it's safe to make a mistake that will consequently hurt other people as many times as they need to make it to finally grasp the reality of it and be able to just... not do that in the future. when no. no. when you hurt me, im allowed to react emotionally, not intellectually. when im angry and upset and still explaining why, its YOUR job to swallow it down and listen to what im saying, because YOU hurt me. i don't owe you civility (again; you, plural). i especially don't owe you civility when ive given you nothing but in the past and the end result is still me being an aggro freak who doesn't care for your precious feelings.

you're also assuming things. for example, assuming that im mocking you specifically when i really have not done that. if im going to mock you, im going to reply to your anon and say "okay stupid", then yeah, im mocking you. otherwise? don't assume im directing anything at you.

we're having a dialogue and this whole time all you've done is tell me to stop talking. your messages have all, in essence, said, if people want to date other people who have a shitton of years on them, that is not a problem and you look prettier talking about something else. yes, that's also paraphrased. you didn't say that, of course, but why are we still here if not because you feel personally scrutinized over the reaction to the life examples that you willingly provided?

nobody is trying to change YOUR mind, you're just not willing to consider that your age gap relationships that have been beautiful and loving and safe coexist within a culture that is wicked. a person who's 10+ older than me, 24, has no business seeing me as a potential partner. it's not appropriate. yet if they do, and i also see them as a potential partner, there's nothing inherently evil about that specific instance. it is the circumstances (past), that lead to this kind of thinking in the first place what im asking everyone to analize and understand. and it does matter. it matters as much as racism, abuse, ooc mistreatment of rp partners. again, issues do not queue and wait for something to end so they can begin anew. every conversation i choose to have i consider worth having. you're free to stay out if you don't deem it important.

you're exhausting me thinking by turning my inbox into ap debate we're achieving grand things sooo hope this helps 🖤

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jichew · 5 years

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college!hyunsuk au♡part two

a/n: the long awaited part two is here!! thank you all again for the love on part one :((( idk how to make links so you if you haven’t read that, just go through my ygtb imagine tag to find that. I thought this was much needed considering all the hate suk is getting lately :/ feel free to leave any questions/asks/comments in my inbox! mwah ♡

so it’s been a while since the night of the party

first things first, mina and gon are a couple nowヽ(*＾ω＾*)ﾉ

you really never thought you could see any of your friends in a romantic relationship but these two go so well together uwu

they’re kind of like the resident mom and dad couple

and because of that, your two friend groups have officially been adopted by them!!

and at first you were lowkey scared of his friends ,,, esp seunghun

but when you found out he’s actually just a puppy in a buff man’s body , shit got LIT

idk what i meant by lit, it just seemed to fit

anyway

so you guys basically hang out every day, usually congregating at the boy’s place bc they’re sophomores and have their own apartment

and u and hyunsuk are basically besties now

now,,, you can’t deny you were very attracted to him before

lol don’t tell anyone but u still kinda are(๑>◡<๑)

but you just assumed it was surface level and decided he was better as a best friend anyway

so basically you guys found out you share a bunch of the same classes

and now you guys walk to all ur classes together!!!

and suk brings u iced coffee in the morning

and walks you back to your dorm at night

and sometimes you guys hold hands

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

you’re also his calculus tutor now

and in return he buys you food!!

usually that would be a pretty good tradeoff but tutoring hyunsuk is so,,,hard

“so can you complete this problem using integration by parts?”

“if you give me a kiss on the cheek, yes”

(O_O)

this man is really after your heart isn’t he

hyunsuk flirting with you is kind of a common occurence

“fuck you suk”

“fuck me yourself you coward”

(´⊙ω⊙`)

anyway,,,,,

usually it’s just harmless pickup lines

but sometimes,,,, you’ll be doing homework or listening to lecture, and he’ll just stare at you

“what r u looking at”

“how pretty you look today”

HOW DARE HE

＼＼\٩(๑`^´๑)۶//／／

and you can’t help how your heart flutters when that happens

but also, you have to force yourself to snap out of it bc this is hyunsuk we’re talking about :///

he’s just so ,,, out of your league

not only that, but you were sure he had this flirty nature around everyone

and even if he did magically end up liking you, you didn’t want to risk losing him as a friend

(◞‸◟)

sad hours: activated

so it’s been a few weeks and the guys decided to throw a party before everyone left for thanksgiving break

obviously the whole gang™ is invited

tonight,,, you are NOT drinking

bc you are a responsible individual who has decided to be the designated driver for the night

＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／

but some other people have different plans

right as you guys walk in the door, your eyes are immediately drawn to hyunsuk

perhaps it’s because he looks so completely ethereal with the top few buttons of his dress shirt undone, smile glowing under the dim lights of the living room

or perhaps its because he’s taking shots like there’s no tomorrow

hhnnggggg

and your inner mom is just like

“HYUNSUK NO”

“HYUNSUK YES”

and then he downs his fifth shot of the night

so now you’re hyunsuk’s babysitter for the night

y/n, you really outdid yourself

so after maybe two hours of smacking solo cups out of suk’s hand and watching him try to wall twerk to eyes noes lips,,,

he’s FINALLY gotten tired

\( ˆoˆ )/

so now you guys are just chilling in the living room

most people have left so its just the og gang

and hyunsuk’s just laying on the sofa with his head in your lap

(^-^)

and normally you would find that cute, but you’re still kind of mad at him for getting so drunk

＼＼\٩(๑`^´๑)۶//／／

but you can’t help yourself from playing with his hair bc you’re whipped lol

anyway,,,you’re kind of zoned out of the conversation and you’re pretty sure hyunsuk is falling asleep

until you feel his hand grab yours while it’s still in his hair

which kind of brings u back to reality

and u look down at suk

and he’s just looking up at you with his eyes all crinkly and a goofy smile on his face

and he’s just like

“y/n you’re so pretty” (´∀｀)

and you’re kinda like (^.^) but also ur like

“lol suk ur drunk”

and then he’s like

“NO”

and suddenly he’s sitting up and hugging you super tight, his face buried into your chest

at first your like (o_o)

because this is hyunsuk and his face is literally in your boobs hhngg

finally you snap out of it and you’re like

“THATS IT, IM TAKING YOU TO BED”

and suddenly everyone’s just looking at you two like

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

and you’re like

(・・?)

and you realize hyunsuk still has his face in your boobs

and suddenly he properly sits up

and brings his face really close to yours

and you’re just frozen like (°_°)

but you can’t help but notice how soft his lips look right now

and the way he’s staring at you, you just know he knows the effect he has on you

and you’re wondering how socially acceptable it would be if you just closed the distance with your lips

and you suddenly realize how frantically your heart is beating

“you want to take me to bed?” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

this HOE

FINALLY u snap out of it

“t-that’s not what i meanthhbbdjnj”

and you’re just stumbling over ur words

and suk has that drunk dopey smile on his face again

and everyone’s still looking at u two like ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

and you just take his hand and drag his short ass up the stairs and make him lay in his bed

“i love a woman who’s domineering in the bedroom” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“shut the FUCK up” (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾

but once suk is finally tucked in his bed

he calms down

and as ur about to leave

he grabs ur wrist quickly

and u weren’t expecting it so you kind of stumble on to him

and you guys are really close in proximity again

and he whispers in a soft voice

“y/n, you know i like you right?”

you can’t lie that your heart stutters for a second

but you smell the alcohol in his breath

so you heave a sigh

and gently kiss his forehead

“sweet dreams hyunsuk”

and you leave the room

uhhh so like fast forward two days to the monday after the party

you,,,, have kinda been ignoring everyone

ESPECIALLY hyunsuk

you’re just so

hnbbggggghhhhhdhhdhbdh

＼＼\٩(๑`^´๑)۶//／／

so here’s the thing

you like hyunsuk

you KNOW you like hyunsuk

you’ve basically admitted it to yourself that your head over heels for him

and you KNOW he doesn’t feel the same for you

but the way he acted with at the party the other day made you think different

and you’re so CONFLICTED

i mean he was drunk????

if he actually liked you, wouldn’t he act that way when he WASN’T drunk?

and it just makes you sad more than anything

so you stay in your dorm all day

and you ignore suk’s calls

because he’s been calling you since the next morning

but you can’t bring yourself to hear his voice, let alone TALK to him

and you know there’s no way he can get to you bc you’re in your dorm all day

until you hear a knock on your door

and you look through the peephole and see mina

and you’re debating opening the door or not bc you really look and feel a mess and you’re just sad and embarrassed

“I KNOW YOU’RE THERE OPEN THE DOOR OR I’ll KICK IT DOWN MYSELF”

and you lowkey believe her

so you open the door

and you look at her

and she looks at you

and then you just start SOBBING

as if you weren’t already a mess, you’re even MORE of a mess now

so mina has closed the door and guided you to your bed

and she’s just letting you cry, patting your back and whispering comforting words

and when you finally calm down

you look up at her, tear tracks marking your cheeks, your nose red and runny

“mina, i really like him” (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

“i know”

...and you’re sobbing again

and then when you calm down again you’re like

“i don’t even know why i like him!! like sure he’s good looking and sure he has great fashion sense and sure he’s nice and cares about me and takes care of me and ...”

...surprise! you’re sobbing again

and mina just lets it happen

she knows you’re going through it

and when you’re finally out of tears

she looks at you and she’s like

“it’s ok to like him. it’s ok to like a guy. so what if he may not like you back? not that that’s true, but you never know until you try! and if he doesn’t, so what? you know your worth! and you are worth so much! don’t let a guy stop you from living your life, because you are so much more than that.”

mina for president 2020

and you look up at her

(´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

you’re so lucky to have her as a friend hhnng

so you’re feeling better now

and you skipped your classes on monday, because you were still getting it together

and you didn’t have any classes with suk on tuesday

and you think he knows you just need your space

bc he’s stopped calling you

but he’s still texting you

and you may have checked them and you may have squealed bc he called you babe

anyway

it’s wednesday

you know what that means

it has come full circle... the dreaded 9 am chem lecture

so you leave your dorm extra early

because you know you need the time

and you get to your class at 8:50

and right as you’re about to enter the building, you feel a hand grab your wrist

and by now, you know who it is

so you let him lead you a little away from the building where no one was

and he finally turns around and looks at you

and you can’t find it in yourself to look him in the eye

so you just look down at his hand that is still holding onto yours

and you gently pry his fingers from around your wrist

and you let your arms rest at your sides

“y/n....why have you been ignoring me”

you already feel tears coming on

but you bring your hands together in front of you, still staring at the ground

“it was only three days” you mumble

and he’s quiet for a sec

“i missed you”

lol ur rlly whipped and you know it

you finally look up at him

and he just has the most devastated look on his face

and you can’t tell if it’s the glare from the sun, but his eyes look watery

and he his lips are pouted

and he just looks like a kicked puppy

and everything in you is just SCREAMING to hug him and apologize and tell him everything will be ok

but,,,,you have to do this ... for yourself and mina ＼＼\٩(๑`^´๑)۶//／／

so you take a deep breath and look him in the eye

it takes a while for you to formulate words but

“why do you always flirt with me like that?”

“wha-“

“when you know i like you, why would you play with my feelings like that? i thought you had some respect for me, but it’s so degrading when you lead me on just to reject me later! this isn’t some game suk...”

you finally take some time to breathe and take a look at him

and his face is just blank

and his mouth is kind of open

and he’s staring at you ~like that~

and you’re about to snap at him again

but then he opens his mouth to say something

“...you like me?”

you’re kinda confused

“obviously, you know this already???”

he just stares at you for a little longer

and he kind of looks like he’s about to cry again

“...no i didn’t”

uhhh huh

now you’re the one who’s speechless

he takes a little step closer to you

your heart is starting to beat really fast again

“you know i only every flirt with you right....and it’s not because i think it’s funny, well i mean it is kinda funny -“

you: ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

suk: ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

“anyway.... i only ever flirt with you... because i like you too”

he kind of whispered the last part

but you heard it

and you’re looking at the ground but you can’t help the smile growing on your face

so you just close the gap and hug him

and he’s kind of unresponsive at first

but he lets his arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer to him, his head falling into your hair

and you can’t see his face but you know he’s smiling bc u are too

you lean back a bit to look at him

and you notice the way his eyes keep flickering between your eyes and lips

and as much as you would love to kiss his pouty lips, you have to put ur foot down

“NOT IN THIS HOUSEHOLD WE ARE LATE FOR CHEM LECTURE”

and that’s the beginning of a beautiful relationship

･:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+

#ygtb #yg treasure box #ygtb scenario #ygtb imagine #yg treasure box scenario #yg treasure box imagine #choi hyunsuk #choi hyunsuk imagine #hyunsuk #hyunsuk imagine #ygtb imagines #ygtb scenarios

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banhchao · 3 years

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a note:

my anon is currently off (and will be for awhile) because my inbox has been crazy hectic for the past month or so & i rlly feel like my inbox has been lowkey getting taken advantage of (??) if that makes sense. although i’m fine with discourse and whatnot and i am relatively strong mental health-wise atm and try my best not to get too bothered, some messages have been quite rude and the negativity of them have been detrimental to my own mental health and quite unhealthy in general for me to have to intake. it’s caused concern for my friends and family and i do not like that. whilst i do like to help when i can I also am hesitant as i’m no expert in anything ! if i was able to help anybody i am happy to but plz remember i am human too.

tbh it feels like ppl just hop into my anon to fight with me on a stance i have made or even just reblogged (tht usually relates to Asian issues and/or Kpop) and that close surveillance of my activity is a lil... uncomfortable. i’m aware that my activity here is public but seeing as i reblog multiple posts everyday, it’s unusual that ppl are able to keep track and pay attention to what i reblog. even i can’t keep track !

i kept my anon on for so long cause it truly felt worth it to give words of affirmation or to give advice in any way but rn it feels so unhealthy for me. especially since all i get now are discourse asks that don’t bother to even listen to me despite coming to me in my own inbox. i’ve repeated the same points over and over again and there’s no need to keep coming back if u repeatedly ignore them.

as much as i am up for debate, remember that i never asked for debate nor are u entitled to debate every little thing i say. if i were truly up for debate on a certain topic i would be reblogging discourse and inviting u to speak with me; in my inbox i am not.

i am open to criticisms (as i am wrong a lot and don’t know a lot of things) but if those criticisms do not make sense or if i put up a rebuttal in which u can’t introduce new valid points, there is no point in continuing. there’s no point of butting heads and wasting time and energy by re-explaining the same thing over and over again on both sides.

as a general psa for the future, I advise that anons anywhere refrain from casually dropping trigger words such as r*pe, or speaking of violence etc. especially when not necessary. u never know what the person behind the screen has been thru and it lacks empathy and compassion for that person’s potential experiences. u don’t know the person behind the screen and what possibly triggers them and it’s inconsiderate to so casually talk of such serious and sensitive topics.

Also refrain from saying slurs. A) You are on anon and idk who u are and if u are a part of that group to reclaim it. B) again, slurs can also have traumatic connotations. I’ve had the word “ch*nk” in my inbox and despite the fact I’ve never been hit with it myself, it’s insensitive to go around dropping slurs, even with an asterisk. Please don’t.

white ppl, u rlly shouldn’t be using POC as ur search engine when the google is right there. exhausting POC’s labour and time when u can and should do the work of education urself is quite exploitative. POC shouldn’t have to shoulder the responsibility of educating ppl to be anti-racist and u shouldn’t be actively putting that burden on them. again, google is free and there are multiple resources out there already written for u to learn from.

& honestly if u r white and not listening to poc on issues pertaining to them, then no matter how much social justice vocab u have picked up on to form ur own biased narratives, u r not a good ally and are the very definition of performative activism. u r willfully ignorant and should not be framing urself as “woke”.

please remember that a human is behind this screen. a human with a life, school, their own troubles and problems and their own stress. if you really don’t like me, just block me ! it’s fine ! but hopping on anon to bother a total stranger is just not productive in any way. please re-evaluate and engage in self-reflection.

& don’t lie. i can see right thru u.

ALSO ! any hate (racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia etc.) are prohibited here. do not make up scenarios to justify ur hate. do not cherry pick rare cases and pass them off as common to villainize oppressed groups. do not say bigoted things about oppressed groups. reverse racism doesn’t exist so don’t hit me with that argument either.

overall, do not feel entitled to anything from me. i don’t owe anybody on this site anything and vice versa. respect ppl please.

#personal #I’m too tired to entertain all of this anymore lol

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NaNoWriMo Day One

Silverbrook, Oregon was as cold and soggy as a melting sno-cone, and just as appealing. With a population of just over 6,500, they had exactly two sources of income: the logging industry and the local college. Located on the edge of town, Elk Grove University was the only presentable structure left in town. Founded in 1887, most of the buildings were older than women's suffrage, and it showed. Though the ivy-wrapped walls appeared sturdy, the interior was long overdue for repair, if not replacement.

Barely larger than a populous high school, Elk Grove consisted of three large stone buildings, arranged in a U-shape, with a courtyard in the middle and a few newer annexes outside the main U. Students could often be seen milling about the courtyard in warmer months, but by early November, no one went outside without a good reason. As it was currently only late August, the school was still showing some semblance of life. Students were hauling bulky luggage into the western building, home of the dorms and dining hall. To the east, in the administration building, professors were setting up offices, with student assistants helping them haul boxes. The president of the university was sitting in his office, staring out the window as the impending hell of a new semester materialized outside. Julian Moore looked like a well-composed, professional man. Six feet tall and broad-shouldered, an air of authority followed him whatever he went. Right now, though, he was filled with an air of dread, slouched in his desk chair and scowling into a cup of coffee. He hated this job so fucking much. He wasn't bad at it, he was actually an excellent president. Organized, charismatic, and ambitious, he represented their tiny, unknown school with impressive vigor, drawing in funds and students every year with his speeches and presentations.

Despite this, Julian would rather be doing just about anything else. He'd trade places with the garbage man, or even a local bum in a heartbeat. Alas, such was not an option. He was locked into his position, not by tenure or contract, but by a curse.

Twenty-seven years ago, he and his step-sister, Lula had been attending Elk Grove as students. She had loved the small-town folksiness, while he had dreamed of moving to a big city. They often bickered, about the worth of tiny towns, the validity of each others’ degrees, and anything else on the face of the earth two people might debate. In their senior year, he had rubbed her wrong in some petty manner - perhaps stealing a pen, or accidentally spilling her morning coffee - and incurred her wrath. Unbeknownst to Julian, Lula was a witch, and she had cursed him out of spite. Much to his chagrin, he was now stuck at Elk Grove, having worked his way up the ladder of authority almost accidentally.

Julian couldn't leave his current position if he tried, and he had certainly tried. He'd staged public breakdowns, openly told the state school board to eat shit, and even attempted to fling himself off the top floor of the main building. However, no matter the chaos he caused, he would wake up the next day in a well-made bed, with no sign or consequence of the havoc wreaked the night before.

At the moment, he was daydreaming, wondering whether the curse could repair a North Korean missile strike. Julian was brought out of his fantasy by a knock on the door, and he sat up, smoothing his shirt and calling out “Come… ahem, come in.”

A lively young man swung open the office door, smiling broadly and bouncing on his toes. He looked barely older than the grad students, his chin-length blond hair loose and wavy. Fumbling through the messenger bag on his shoulder, he pulled out a slightly-crinkled paper, offering it across the desk. “President Moore? My name is Philip. Philip Valentine. I'm the new English professor?”

“Right. You’re the one they sent in from Portland.” Julian nodded.

“Yes sir!” Philip smiled, offering a hand to shake. “It’s a pleasure to be working with you. My professors back in Portland spoke highly of you.”

“I’m sure they did…” The older man sighed, giving Philip’s hand a firm shake. “Have you been assigned an office yet?”

“Yes sir. I just finished dropping off my things. Do we not have elevators? Four floors of stairs is a long walk…”

“We technically have elevators, but I wouldn’t trust them to move my laundry.”

Philip nodded understandingly. “Ah. I see. Looks like I’ll be getting in shape, then.”

“That you will, son. Is there anything else I can do for you?” Julian asked.

“No, I don’t think so. It was good to meet you. I’ll see you around campus, sir.”

“Yes, you too. Have a nice day, son.” The president climbed to his feet, walking around the desk to lead Philip away. Once the door closed behind him, Julian let out a sigh of relief. It was good for the school to have an enthusiastic new teacher, but holy hell was he exhausting to be around.

Down the hall, the perky young man had paused to check his cell phone. Reception in Silverbrook was spotty, but the edge of town near campus seemed to have decent signal. Philip smiled. His mother had sent a text wishing him good luck at his new job, followed by a picture of his dog, supposedly also wishing him well. He sighed, sending back a heart emoji before putting his phone away. This was the first time he’d be living more than ten miles from home. It felt strangely adult, but also painfully lonely.

Philip was pulled from his thoughts by the growl of his stomach; he’d been in too much of a hurry this morning to eat, and was now starving. Trotting back down the stairs, he made his way to the dining hall, smiling and waving at every student he passed. Once there, he grabbed a coffee and a turkey sandwich, settling at a corner table with his laptop. He scrolled through his emails, diligently reading each one before replying or deleting it. It took about an hour to clean out his inbox, between all the messages from HR, the daily spam of school news, and questions from his new students.

Now that his email was cleared, Philip found himself idly browsing Facebook. He couldn’t help but feel successful - while he was starting his professional career, his friend Mindy was pregnant (again), Joseph was still working as a barista, and Rich was in his 7th year of attempting to complete his Bachelor’s degree. Then again, maybe his friends just weren’t setting the bar very high.

The dinner rush started piling into the cafeteria, the ambient volume rising from “peaceful French cafe” to “Disneyland the first week of summer.” Philip closed his laptop, tucking it back into his bag. There was no way in hell he could focus on lesson plans surrounded by gossip and memes; he’d get sucked into the first interesting conversation and end up talking for hours. He needed somewhere quiet to work if he wanted to get anything done.

The oldest, largest building outside of the main U, the Elk Grove library was a three-story tower of grey stone, casting a long, chilly shadow on the walkway leading up to it. This area of campus was unpopulated even by Silverbrook standards; maybe because it was so far out of the way, or maybe because the dark, gloomy edge of the forest wasn’t very welcoming. Or maybe Elk Grove students were just lazy and illiterate.

Philip tugged on the large brass handle, struggling to open the wooden door. At first, he thought it might be locked, but he pulled harder and realized it was just remarkably heavy. The inside was warm and inviting, rich with the scent of old leather and worn paper. He looked around wide-eyed at the smooth stone walls, stacked high with books of every imaginable subject and genre. This was some Hogwarts-level shit, and Philip felt thoroughly out of place. Should he have brought a wand instead of a laptop?

He crept further into the building, walking lightly for fear of disturbing the quiet atmosphere. The main level was filled with desks and chairs, most of which seemed to be older than second-wave feminism. Several times, Philip found himself hovering over a chair, too afraid to actually sit down. Everything here looked wise and ancient, and he felt horrifically young and dumb in comparison. He was standing hesitantly over a really cozy-looking armchair when a quiet voice spoke up behind him.

“Can I help you find something?”

Philip jumped, spinning around to see a tall slender man in a tweed jacket, with a book under one arm and a small smile on his face. His eyes were bright green with a ring of yellow around the iris, and his mousy brown hair was greying around the temples. Despite this, he actually didn’t look all that old; Philip wagered the man might was, at most, forty. Caught off guard by the stranger’s charming smile, it took the younger man a moment to compose a reply.

“Uhm, I… I think I’m okay, actually. I was just looking for a quiet place to work. The dining hall is really loud and my office is barely the size of a shoebox.” Philip explained.

The older man chuckled, adjusting his rimless glasses and offering a hand to shake. “Well, you’re welcome to work in here. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m the librarian, so if you need anything, just call. Lucien Lyall, at your service.”

Philip accepted Lucien’s hand, smiling warmly. “I’ll remember that.”

Lucien nodded, pulling away and dipping his head in farewell before disappearing around a shelf. His footsteps were remarkably quiet, like a ninja in fluffy socks. No wonder he had snuck up on Philip so easily.

As he returned his hands to his pockets, Philip felt a tickle in the back of his throat. He ignored it for the moment, busy plucking up the courage to take a seat. He crouched over the armchair again, still too nervous to desecrate the ancient leather with his modern ass. After a moment, however, his leg cramped, and Philip plopped unceremoniously onto the seat. To his delight, it was just as comfortable as it had looked. He decided on the spot that he was going to enjoy himself at Elk Grove. This wasn’t just his workplace, it was his new home.

#nanowrimo #nanowrimo 2017 #my writing #fantasy #school #fuckin idk what to tag this #modern fantasy #comedy

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