#But I mean hey I play video games on the internet

[goldfades]

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐒𝐒; 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 ─ PB⁵

౨ৎ ─ summary | request -> "oh my gosh, paige bueckers x uconn wbb athletic trainer intern with a situation at a game where paige gets a bloody nose (like the uconn vs seton hall) and paige like refusing to get cleaned up and reader like commands.. (i feel so silly typing this) but basically forces paige to let reader clean her up and the internet GOES CRAZY BC OF THE WAY UR HOLDING PAIGES FACE AND THE CLEAR TENSION BETWEEN YOU TWO (reader and paige can be like friends with clear sexual tension or secret relationship whatever u like girl pop 😛)"

─ word count | 1.7k

─ warnings | friends with tension type shit!!!!! mention of aggressive playing, paige being slightly mean (due to her being frustrated), descriptions of blood noses, kissing and making up,

─ ev's notes | i saw that video and IMMEDIATELY saved it to camera roll, i am so down bad

THE GAME WAS going pretty well up until the second half, everyone was playing aggressive and obviously, that was when people got hurt.

Usually, Paige tried her best to stay out of trouble. But tonight was different, these players were too cocky for their own good and Paige knew she had to humble them really quick.

As the second half kicked off, Paige felt a surge of determination. She dribbled past defenders with profencity, her moves as smooth as silk. As Paige drove towards the basket, weaving through defenders, one player decided to play dirty. With a swift elbow to the face, Paige staggered backward, feeling a sharp pain erupt in her nose.

Blood gushed from her nostrils, staining her jersey crimson. For a moment, the gym fell silent as everyone watched in shock. But Paige refused to let the pain stop her. She wiped away the blood, her determination burning brighter than ever.

Paige's frustration bubbled over, but she knew arguing with the referee wouldn't change the call. With a heavy sigh, she begrudgingly made her way to the bench, her jaw clenched with pent-up anger.

Paige stormed to the bench, her nostrils still dripping with blood. She clenched her fists, struggling to rein in her anger as you, the team medic, made your way toward her. She caught your worried gaze as she got up from the bench, pacing as she kept arguing with, you really weren't sure at this point.

Her teammates exchanged worried glances, knowing that Paige's fiery temper could sometimes get the best of her. But they also understood her frustration. They had felt the sting of unfair calls and dirty plays themselves.

"I'll put you back in when I know you're hot hurt and angry," Geno urged, his tone firm. "We can't afford to lose you to a technical foul or worse."

"I'm fine," she mumbled as she sent her coach a glare. You tried to dap the blood on her face with a towel but she moved her head away, her stubbornness getting the best of her. "I'm fine, for God's sake," her voice came out annoyed as she gripped your arm, pushing you away.

You felt a rush of frustration and something else — something you couldn't quite name — as Paige pushed you away, her grip on your arm firm but fleeting. It wasn't the first time her stubbornness had grated on your nerves, but there was something different about the way she looked at you, the way she touched you.

"Hey, look at me." You spoke sternly, only to be ignored. "Hey, I'm the damn medic and I'm telling you to sit the hell down so I can get you back out there, do you get that? Or you can't hear me now?"

When she ignored you for the second time, your patience with her finally snapped. You grabbed her arm and pulled her into the bench, gripping her face as you began cleaning up the blood on her face.

Paige's annoyance was evident as she glared up at you, but didn't say another word. She knew how you got when she didn't listen to you and she didn't wanna feel your wrath right about now. However, she just couldn't keep her mouth shut.

"Would you just lay off already?" she snapped, her voice sharp with frustration as she jerked her face away from your touch. "I don't need you bossing me around like some child."

"You're acting a fucking child, you need to relax and trust your teammates." You snapped back, Paige's eyebrows furrowing in anger as she let you continue clean her up.

As you wiped away the blood, your movements were firm yet gentle, your touch a silent reassurance that despite your clash, you were still there for her. And though Paige remained stubbornly silent, her gaze softened ever so slightly as she watched you work.

"Paige, I just want what's best for you," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face. "I know you're strong, but even the strongest of us need help sometimes."

Paige's gaze softened, her anger dissipating quickly. She sighed, closing her eyes for a moment to regain her thoughts ─ she knew that you were her soft spot, a place of comfort and understanding in a world that often felt overwhelming.

As she opened her eyes, she found herself gazing into yours, a warmth spreading through her chest at the sight of your familiar face. With a sigh, Paige leaned into your touch, a silent admission of acceptance.

"I know, I'm sorry for snapping at you," Paige murmured, her voice soft.

You nodded in understanding, your gaze never leaving hers. "I get it," you replied, your voice gentle as you continued to brush her hair back from her face.

You finished up cleaning her nose and she sighed, her shoulders relaxing as the last of the tension seemed to drain from her body. As you finished cleaning her nose, Paige let out a deep sigh, the weight of her earlier outburst lifting from her shoulders.

"Thanks," she said softly, her voice filled with gratitude as she met your gaze. "I appreciate it."

You smiled, a warmth spreading through your chest at her words. "Of course, Paige," you replied, your voice gentle as you tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm just glad you're okay."

But before she could respond, she heard her coach call out for her. She gave you a quick smile as she jogged up to Geno, her steps lighter now that the tension had been lifted. You watched her go with a sense of relief, glad to see her back.

As Paige jogged up to Geno, you couldn't help but admire the way she carried herself with confidence.

──

"Hey," Paige's voice rang out in the empty medical room as you glanced back at her with a smile, your head turning back to the task at hand as you heard Paige's footsteps toward you.

"Hi," you replied, your fingertips stretching as you attempted to reach the tissue box perched on the top shelf. Paige let out a soft laugh as she reached over your shoulder, effortlessly grabbing the tissues and passing them to you.

You blushed under her gaze, your fingers brushing against hers for a brief moment as you took the box. "Thank you, P."

The warmth of her touch sent a shiver down your spine, a sensation you couldn't quite shake as you turned back to the task at hand. Paige smiled back, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she leaned against the counter beside you.

"No problem," she replied, her voice soft but filled with amusement. "So about the game..."

"Don't worry about it, it was in the heat of the moment." You answered quickly as you glanced back the blonde. You could see the guilt in her expression as her gaze lingered on yours, a flicker of regret dancing in her eyes. But before you could say anything else, Paige spoke up, her voice tinged with sincerity.

"I'm really sorry for snapping at you earlier," she said, her tone earnest as she met your gaze. "I know I can be a handful sometimes, especially when I'm worked up."

You smiled, a wave of understanding washing over you at her words. "It's okay, really," you replied gently, your voice soft but reassuring. "And I know how to handle you when you get like that, and I know you didn't mean it."

Paige's lips turned upward as she heard you talk, her shoulders relaxing visibly as a sense of relief washed over her. "Thanks for putting up with me, even when I'm being a bitch."

You let a small laugh as you shook your head, looking back at the blonde with a sense adoration. You felt your stomach do a flip as you met Paige's gaze, a warmth spreading through your chest at her words.

"Hey, you're not an ass," you replied, your voice filled with genuine affection. "You're just passionate, and I admire that about you."

"Oh come on, you don't have to get all professional on me now." Paige joked as she gazed at you.

You shook your head, sincerity in your voice as you spoke. "No, I'm being honest. Seriously, that's one of the million other things I admire about you," you spoke softly as Paige's amused expression dissipated into a soft one.

You felt the atmosphere shift slight as Paige gazed back at you, you thought your heart was going to jump out of your chest with how fast it was beating.

Paige leaned closer before she spoke, her voice much softer than before. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the soft hum of the room. "That means a lot to me, coming from you."

You felt your breath catch in your throat as Paige leaned even closer, the air between you crackling with an electric intensity that left you both breathless. With a soft smile, she reached out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face, her touch lingering as you savored the closeness to Paige.

Paige's hand cupped your cheek as she leaned in slowly, her lips barely touching yours in an almost-kiss. She then pushed your lips into hers, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through you as your lips met in a sweet, tentative kiss. The world seemed to fall away around you, leaving only the warmth of Paige's touch and the gentle press of her lips against yours.

With a soft sigh, you melted into the kiss, your hands finding their way to Paige's hair as you pulled her closer, your heart pounding in your chest with a wild abandon. As the kiss deepened, you found yourself lost in the sensation, the taste of Paige's lips against yours intoxicating and exhilarating all at once.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself in the sweetness of the kiss, the softness of Paige's lips against your own filling you with a sense of warmth and longing that you had never known before.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and dizzy with emotion, you found yourself gazing into Paige's eyes, the depth of her gaze reflecting the same feelings swirling within your own.

"Wow," Paige whispered, her voice barely above a murmur as she leaned her forehead against yours, her breath warm against your skin. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time."

You smiled, a rush of joy and relief flooding through you at Paige's words. "Me too," you admitted softly. With a soft smile, you reached out to take Paige's hand in yours, the warmth of her touch sending a surge of warmth through you.

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[sideeve]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀LITTLE MISS PERFECT

synopsis : getting homosexual tendencies for her best friend? absolutely not!

note : i just started playing tlou2 again and my love for abby and ellie blossomed again. naughty dog knew what they were doing

ft. : questioning homosexuality, internalized homophobia, non-apocalyptic au, implied smut but not that descriptive, ellie already has a crush on reader but it’s not really described until they kiss and what not.

you search through the rack of bras, lazily looking for one that at least looks fitting. you huff, starting to lose hope. your hands stop at one. a black lacy one, which if your wore, would cover nothing. it reminded you of that erotic video you found went internet surfing.

two women alone together, exploring each other’s bodies. their tongues acting like a paintbrush and their bodies were canvases, covered in saliva.

you press your lips together, trying to push down the tingling in your body. you can’t be gay. you literally have a crush on that ABC news host.

“[name], honey? did you find one yet?” your mother asks, messing with the displayed jewelry. “no, there’s nothing here.” you sigh, hiding the bra in the rack.

you had no problem with homosexuality. hell, your whole search history is the complete opposite of heterosexuality. your best friend is a lesbian. but there is no way you’re gay. that’s…just not you.

after many of those “are you gay” tests, your answers remain the same. ‘you’re most definitely a lesbian, babes’.

you lay on ellie’s bed, blindly flipping through one of her many comic books. you blow raspberry, getting bored a little. “what?” she diverts her eyes from her TV for a second before tending back to her game.

“nothing.” you flip a few more pages until your eyes land on a certain panel. two girls in close proximity, lips ghosting over each other. you swallow a large lump, trying to push away the thoughts again.

but now you can only think of you in that situation. curled up next to a girl, her hand rubbing softly on your waist.

you try to picture what she would look like, only seeing your best friend’s face. you groan, rolling on your back.

“ellie?” she hums in response. you fiddle with your thumbs before asking the question. “how did you know you were gay?”

her game pauses. “what?” she looks at you before her eyes travels to her opened comic book. “ooooh.” she laughs, picking up the book. “you picked the one i didn’t want you to get.” she closes the book, stuffing it under her bed.

she leans back, propping herself up with her arms. “ i dunno. i just…” she shrugs, “never pictured myself with a guy. and you know, boobies.”

you softly hit her, making her laugh. “i’m serious, ellie. i think i might be gay. lesbian, bi-i don’t know!” you groan, stuffing your face in your hands.

“i mean, why don’t you?” she lays on her side, looking at you. “that ABC news host.”

“David Muir?”

you nod, making her scoff. “do you have a crush on any guy at job?” she twirls a strand of your hair in her fingers. “god no. they all look like troglodytes.” you grimace at the thought of liking them.

“can you picture yourself marrying a man for the rest of your life?”

that question made your stomach drop. you feel bile pile up in your throat. ‘yes, you can’ you try to convince yourself.

“no, i guess not.” you give a slight frown at your answer, looking down.

“hey, it’s normal. not everyone is straight. and you sure aren’t.” she laughs. “oh shut it!” you huff.

she stops laughing after a while. “well, let’s kiss to see if you are gay.” she suggest so nonchalantly. kiss? your best friend?

“uhhhh..” “if you don’t like it, we don’t have to ever talk about it.”

you look at her, contemplating whether you should go through with this. you couldn’t deny that ellie was very attractive. you could say that she was your “gay awakening”. they way she was naturally flirty with you was the beginning of the questioning phase for you.

“let’s do it.” you sit on your legs, waiting for her to kiss you.

she gives you a soft smile, getting up.

“you sure?” she questions, not wanting this to go wrong. you nod.

she takes a deep breath, putting her hand on your cheek to pull you in.

your skin ignites. this is what you’ve dreamed of. intimacy with a woman. natural intimacy. not like those forced erotic videos you watch in your free time.

her lips press on yours, her eyelashes tickling the apple of your cheek. you reciprocate the affection, putting a hand on her cheek.

a moan slips from your lips, your eyes fluttering shut. the hand on your cheek falls to your hips, her hand squeezing for a few moments to tell her that this is real; this is actually happening.

in a flurry, her body is pressed on top of yours, her tongue exploring every crevice on your mouth. her hands slipped under the hem of your jeans, fingers brushing over the seat of your panties.

you card your hands through her auburn hair. “els…” you call to her as she pulls away, a string of saliva connecting from hers and your bottom lip.

“you okay, princess?” she moves her hand at an angle, her thumb drawing tight circles on the pearl of your cunt. you arch into her, making her chuckle.

you nod, a moan slipping from your lips again.

“yeah, you’re definitely gay.” she giggles, stuffing her face in the crook of your neck, making you laugh too. “shut up and use your hands, ellie.”

“oh, i know something better than my hands.” she leaves your neck for a moment, digging under her bed.

she pulls out a harness. one not built for your shoulders. the purpose accessory catches your eye, making you widen them. “is that…”

“i haven’t used it yet.” she smirks. “your call.”

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[suzukiblu]

Day seventeen of “obligatory sugar baby Kon” behind the cut. prev: (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“You heckle your own guys?” Kon demands, still laughing. “The hell for?” 

“Because Chris Campbell is literally the worst professional quarterback on the East Coast and a total pill, that’s why,” Tim says witheringly, also mostly on reflex. Not that he really watches all that much in the way of sports, just his dad semi-regularly watches football and hockey and sometimes baseball, so sports are usually a safe topic to talk about without having to handle awkward questions like what'd you do last night or how’d you get that bruise? or anything equally inconvenient to answer. 

Though really anybody in Gotham who was not a literal shut-in with no internet access or cable would know how freakin’ bad Chris Campbell’s arm sucks, but he digresses. 

“Also Robin is an urban legend, because I want to go about my daily life completely unnoticed by anyone who might care about people thinking he wasn’t,” he amends belatedly, and Kon laughs harder. 

“Well, he’s an urban legend who can totally pull, for the record,” Kon says matter-of-factly before taking another bite of grilled cheese monstrosity. Tim almost walks into a lamppost. Or a mailbox. Or–something. There was something he almost walked into. 

“I cannot even be in the same state as this conversation,” he says maybe a little too feelingly. 

“Yeah Batman would definitely be a fucking dick about it,” Kon says agreeably, still snickering a little. Tim decides that is a great excuse and exactly what he’s gonna go with, and then gets distracted by Kon making a show of fluttering his eyelashes at him with a flirty smirk and adding, “And like, obviously you, daddy.” 

“I–why would I be a dick about that?” Tim asks, instinctively wary about if he let something slip about Robin and what Kon–

“Oh my god, I mean you’re on my ‘surrounded by hotties’ list, you nerd!” Kon cackles, smacking his back. “Obviously.”

Tim cannot even begin to imagine what Kon thought was “obvious” about that, but okay. If Kon has awful taste, that’s his prerogative. And if he thinks Robin is hot, theoretically he would also think Tim Drake was, except for how Robin and Tim Drake are two totally different people and also Kon resents Robin and is constantly being a total dick about both listening to him and letting him just run the damn team and has to get the last word in even in active combat situations and Tim Drake is just–Tim Drake is just a nerd, exactly like Kon just said. He’s a photography nerd and a nerd-nerd and he’s not all that interesting or attractive, and he has weird taste in video games and only likes the role-playing games that literally nobody actually plays, and he isn’t even that good at skateboarding! What about either of them could Kon possibly find actually, like–actually consider– 

“It’s cute you didn’t realize, though,” Kon adds, and leans over to kiss his cheek with greasy grilled cheese lips. Tim, unfortunately, feels like a squishy melted marshmallow about it. And also greasy and gross. But mostly it’s the marshmallow thing, yeah. “Hey, are you gonna finish those, babe?” 

“All yours,” Tim says, and hands over the remaining grilled cheese, deciding to just . . . not do the math on how many of those Kon actually just ate. And also to take him to a buffet next date, maybe. Like–several buffets. Multiple buffects. They could just rotate through a few, maybe Kon’ll be likelier to actually eat ‘til he’s full at an “all you can eat”-style setup if he’s still worried about him overspending on him, Tim figures, which he clearly has not been given how many grilled cheese sandwiches he has put away so far, even if he doesn’t finish the last–

Yeah, Kon definitely hasn’t been eating ‘til he was full, Tim notes as he watches Kon demolish every single remaining sandwich all down to the last bite and then lick his fingers clean. 

Alright then. Buffet tour date it is. And also way more snacks and candy in Kon’s future gift bags and maybe, like, he could also just open an Uber Eats account for him and fill it up with as much Uber Cash as they’ll let him and also sign up for the premium or whatever so Kon won’t have to pay delivery fees, assuming he can even get Uber Eats to deliver to Cadmus, but honestly he’s heard about people doing weirder in the gig economy, and also Robin is going to just–Robin is going to goddamn pack the Justice Cave with nonperishable snacks, Tim swears to god. Enough for Bart to need to take a few days to get through, even. And like–Suzie doesn’t need to eat, no, but that doesn’t mean she shouldn’t have the option, and frankly now he’s going to have to be checking everyone’s living situations out a little more thoroughly, so until then–well, he’s just gonna frontload his success, he guesses. Be prepared. 

Bruce absolutely cannot complain about him being prepared, he lies to himself, and offers Kon the napkins. Kon grins at him and then wipes his mouth and hands off and misses some crumbs éon his lip, which Tim is very unimpressed with himself for finding cute even more unimpressed with himself for wanting to brush them away for him like they’re in some dumb weird cliché romcom or something. Which they are not, definitely. 

“Did I get it all?” Kon asks him. 

Tim despairs, but also is only in possession of so much self-control, okay? Reeling back on the supervillain plan is already taking up about seventy percent of his processing power and not jumping Kon outright is at least another twenty-five, so he doesn’t have very much to work with here, okay? 

“One sec,” he says, and reaches up to brush away the last couple of crumbs on Kon’s lower lip with the pad of his thumb. Kon immediately turns bright pink, then grins at him way too smugly. Tim decides to just not analyze whatever his own facial expression feels like it’s being right now, for obvious reasons. 

Mostly “self-defense”. Mostly “self-defense” is the reason. 

Kon ducks in and kisses him again, the gesture all sweet and warm and still a little unfortunately but endearingly greasy. The kissing does not help with Tim’s self-control in any way whatsoever, but definitely does distract him from analyzing anything else that’s going on right now. 

“You really know how to skate?” Kon asks him after he leans back from the kiss, back to grinning at him. Tim suddenly understands literally everything Victor Fries has ever done in his life and frankly is surprised he hasn’t done worse. If anyone ever lays a hand on Kon again, he is gonna do so much worse than just go supervillain; he is gonna go Darkseid and he will not be sorry.

[scrompsautobotsrchives]

Welcome home

Part 3 of the rewrites, this one is my personal favourite. Word count:1.4K

While it has been over a year since you and Bumblebee have become best friends, He wanted to know more about you. He wanted to see inside your house !! But how do you let inside a giant robot without your dad knowing, that's the only issue. Bee was always sad when you had to answer no.

"Please please please..." The radio played as he once again pleaded you to let him explore.

"I know buddy... But I can't risk it... I can't let my dad see you..." You said once again sadly, making him whir in sadness.

It almost felt that way until your dad came up to you one night. "Hey kiddo"

"Hey dad what's up ??" You looked up from what you were doing.

"So I'm gonna be gone for the whole weekend, Business arrangement. I'll be back on Sunday night. Can you handle that ??" He smiled softly and ruffled your hair, making you chuckle.

"Yeah, I can" You looked up at him as always like he was your world.

"Alright, I'll leave some money behind so you can order a pizza..."

But in that moment, You then realised... He's gone for the weekend, so that means you can show Bee the house. So later after dinner, you went back into the garage. "Bee, got something to tell you"

He whirred softly, giving you his full attention.

"So dad is gonna be gone for the whole weekend, that means i can show you the house" You smiled softly.

He whirred happily before an audio played... "He's the G.O.A.T !!" making you chuckle.

So Saturday morning rolled around, and no one was in the house bar you. So after waking up properly, you then put the plan into motion, you closed the curtains so that no one could see, but the ones that could still bring in some light into the house and soon you headed into the garage and grabbed the power drill. Bee transformed seeing you, shifting side to side excitedly.

"Just give me a bit, I got an idea" You then grabbed a measuring tape and measured his chest to help him get through the door. Once getting the measurements, you then went over to the door and got the exact same measurements. "Ok, so when I unscrew the door, you need to shift slowly so you can fit through ok ??" He responded by nodding. "Ok, let's do this"

You then began to unscrew the hatches off the door, moving it aside you entered back inside, watching Bee as he began to enter the house. He looked around and tried to stand up before his head bumped into the ceiling light, pressing his fingers against it to make it still.

"It's ok..." You reassured him as you progressed through, he then found a soda can, bright red. He tried to then pick it up, but sometimes he didn't know his own strength and made the can burst open, You could hear the fizz of the soda and him almost falling back as the liquid sprayed into his face.

"Woah woah, it's ok, It's ok. It's just a soda can" You tossed the broken one out and grabbed a napkin to wipe the mess. "Just gonna be sticky after..."

Soon you progressed into the living room where Bee noticed bright colours on the TV. It was one of your dad's video games from back in the day. "This was his favourite game, it's called pitfall. Shows how ancient he is" You joked making you both chuckle.

But as you turned off the game and put it away, Bee turned around and saw the couch. Oooh that looks comfy, But you were swift when he tried to sit down. "No no no !!!" You stopped him just in time. "I know it looks very comfy but it'll break if you try to sit on it."

He nodded in understanding, But then he heard a small noise from his feet and something nuzzled against it. Your pet cat was nuzzling against him. He remained as still as possible while inspecting the animal.

"This is my pet cat Ripley" You picked her up. "Dad named her after Ripley from the alien movies."

Bee tilted his head at the word. "Come again ??..." His radio scratched.

So bringing him over to your Bookshelf, He saw a whole range of DVDs. "We can watch movies on the internet now, But Dad still prefers buying DVDs, and... I kinda do too" You then showed him the cover art of alien. Ooooh interesting.

As you continued on explaining about movies, Bee then moved over to something fascinating, a machine that has... Motor oil in it ?? He then gently took the jar out and poured the liquid, ok not motor oil. He then noticed something above it ticking away, He gently pulled out something from his digit and began to move the lines. Thankfully you stopped him just in time. "It's called a coffee machine" you picked the jar back up and put it in, Moving his digit to 1pm, A ding was made as the coffee began to pour into the jar. He made a soft whirring noise as he watched on. "It's a drink that humans drink in order to wake themselves up a little bit in the morning, give them energy in the day"

He then looked around and saw the photo wall, gently tapping your shoulder and pointing to the wall, making you smile. "That's the photo wall" You gently brought him over and showed him. He then immediately saw the photo of a little human baby... wait... hang on... it has the same face as you !! He looked between you two trying to match...

"Oh, that's me when I was two" You lifted the photo to give him a closer look. He looked at the photo and then you, pointing to you and holding up two fingers, as if he was saying. "Are you two ??"

Making you chuckle. "No, I'm 16. So every year when a baby is born, they age up by one" You explained.

God, he was learning so much !! It was incredible... wait... who is this woman ?? He's never seen her before.

Your smile dropped into a sort of bittersweet one when you lifted the photo and inspected it.

"That's my mom..." You rubbed the frame. "She... Died when I was 3... It'll almost be her anniversary soon..." You started to grow sad, remembering the fond memories you shared with her. "I still can't believe she's gone... She'd always seen me this lullaby about... sunshine I think..."

Bee looked at your face and started to grow sad himself... No please don't be sad y/n. He then flicked his radio to a song about sunshine. "You are my sunshine, My only sunshine, You make me happy when skies are grey..." You looked up at him, tears forming in your eyes. That was the lullaby she sang to you. "Thank you..."

He remembered when humans were sad, they would usually hug. So he gently brought you close and held you. You sniffled as the song played. Bee has been so important to you, He helped you... find you again... Same with Bee, You helped him find his voice again. You were his Amica endura for a reason.

So after a day of touring the house, You cleaned up the soda and coffee, helped Bee back inside and drilled the hatches back onto the door. "So what do you think ??" You turned to him with a smile.

He whirred happily and raised a fist up in excitement, He loved it so so much.

"Anytime Bee" You smiled when you were about to enter the house again to order pizza. You heard his radio flick.

"Spark... let... my... spark.. let"

You looked at him, a little confused he pointed to you. It was a nickname that he was given back on Cybertron and now... he's passing it to you. Making you smile wider, rushing over you lunged into his arms, holding him close as if he were to disappear if you let go.

Bee closed his optics as he held you close. The radio flicks to the song again. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey."

You were bee's sparklet, He was your sunshine.

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[strniohoeee]

reader breaks up with her bf bc she finds him cheating on her so she goes to the triplets house crying and chris comforts her

What Did I Do?

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader (friendship)

Synopsis: Receiving a DM that your boyfriend of two years has been cheating on you practically the whole relationship is something nobody ever wants. But sadly it was Y/N’s reality 🥀

Warnings⚠️: None, I lowkey went off script? Mannn idkkkkk. I wish time travel was real…(side note LMFAO)🤭

Song for imagine: Black Cab- Lola Young

Did I say something to make you fall

Out of love?

Makes me want to throw up

And I did

Isn't it funny how life can change in an instant? You could have everything you’ve ever wanted swiped from right under you. I prayed many nights that that wouldn’t be my fate. Begging the universe? God? Anyone really to finally let me have peace in my life.

So as I sat here with my stomach in a pit of anger and hurt, I sat cursing the Gods. What did I ever do to deserve an outcome like this? Love is truly a losing game. My blinking back tears as the messages just kept coming. One ping after another. Never thought I would get a ‘hey girly’ text, but hey there's a first for everything.

Betrayal, hurt and sadness lingered in my chest as my breathing began to shallow out. Videos, pictures and text messages of my boyfriend (soon to be ex) had in fact been cheating on me for the past year and a half of our two year relationship. Watching the videos and reading the messages made me physically sick. My tears fell instantly, but soon the disgust settled in. And shortly after was the extreme anger.

My leg bounced anxiously as I bit my nails, waiting for Lee to get home. Rarely ever did he see me truly angry, but lord did I want to key his car and spit in his face…. Hey maybe even smash his phone and then his car windows.

Too deep into my thoughts as my nails tapped the dining room table I hadn’t noticed Lee got home. Dropping his keys into the bowl left by the front door. I blinked back to reality and my leg began bouncing again as my nostrils flared.

“Hey baby” Lee smiled as he caressed my head and kissed my forehead before heading behind me to the fridge.

My silence clearly bothered him as I heard a small scoff. Seems ironic for him to be annoyed…. Not like hes been fucking another girl behind my back for most of our relationship.

“No hello? What's your issue?” He asks as he cracks his drink open, I was immediately annoyed

And now it was my turn to sigh

“A year and a half? Really Lee?” I asked slowly standing up

“What are you talking about?” He asks laughing

“PLEASE! Please don’t act fucking stupid” I replied shutting my eyes to calm myself down

“I really don’t know what's going on. Did I forget our anniversary?” He states again laughing once more

“Let me jog your memory sweetheart” I state opening my phone and offering him a smile

“Hey Y/N, I know you don’t know me, but I wanted to let you know Lee and I have been dating for a year and a half. I found out the other day you guys have been together for two years” I read to him

“ I mean poor girl you played us both you sick bastard” I replied looking up at his smug face

“Y/N… baby you have actually lost your mind. I can’t believe you’d believe some random jealous girl on the internet” He states shaking his head and chuckling

“You will not gaslight me baby” I said mocking his attitude

“Because I have plenty of proof, would you like to see it” I asked him opening my phone again

“Please enlighten me’’ he states crossing his arms over his chest

Oh man was this information going to have his head spinning faster than he can respond to me.

“Oh look what we have here, your phone number in her phone, oh and look at this “I miss you baby” “Can’t wait to take you to Vegas for our one year” “You looked so hot last night at dinner” “When can I see you?” “ I stated as I began to sniffle and tears began to fall from my eyes.

“And there’s more, let's keep reading some more shall we. You left me stranded alone with my sick aunt because you went to stay with her. You’re a fucking dog man! When I needed you the most because my aunt was dying you were in Tulum with this girl. I can not believe you.” I stated scrolling through the DM

“ I think you need some time alone” he stated looking at me wide eyed

“ That’s all you have to say?” I asked him

“This information is easily false” He replied

“Are you fucking kidding me? You know what isn’t false? These fucking pictures” I replied storming over to him

Showing him the pictures of him and that girl naked in bed.

“That's fake Lee? Huh? That’s fucking fake?” I asked him as I jabbed him in his chest with the corner of my phone

“Yeah you can fake messages, but you can not fake those photos. I know what your naked body looks like and so does that girl for a year and a half” I state backing away from him

I sat there basically begging for a why and all he could do was stare at me like I was crazy. I have never seen this side of him and it was making me physically sick

“Why aren’t you talking? WHY AREN’T YOU TALKING? WHY AREN’T YOU REACTING” I screamed at him

His lack of emotions sent me over the edge in to a fit of rage.

“You are a sick fucking man. How could you be with both of us? You can’t have your cake and eat it too” I stated glaring at him

“Looks like I did” He replied smuggly

My face dropped and all I could do was stare at him with no emotions. My heart was shattering even more than it already had. My eye twitched in anger. His face became very punchable.

“Get the fuck out” I replied as I stared at him blankly

Rolling his eyes he grabbed his stuff and headed to the door. Running up behind him I snatched his keys and slid the key to MY house off.

Throwing the keys back at him, they hit the floor and as he picked them up from the floor he looked up at me.

“All your shit will be outside by tomorrow, pick it up and stay the fuck out of my life” I state blankly as I held the door open for him

Before he could fully get out the door I slammed it against him. Hitting him hard as he stumbled down the first step. A grunt of pain left a smile on my face.

Shortly after I got in my car, allowing the silence to overtake me. Tears falling down my face as I screamed. The silence rattled as I banged my fist against the steering wheel. I was so angry and hurt. Yet I found myself driving to the one place I knew I’d find comfort.

Putting my car in park, I made my way to their front door. Ringing the doorbell I sat on their front step. Mascara ran down my face as I trembled from the cold. The tears never ending leaving a blurry view of the front door.

Thirty seconds later the front door opened.

“Hey Y- Woah! What happened, are you okay?” Chris asks me as he yanks me inside, locking the door behind us

“He cheated” I replied crying and falling to my knees at the end of their stairs

“What?” He asked getting nervous

“Chris he’s been cheating for a year and a half, Lee threw our two year relationship down the drain. I can’t believe this” I replied hyperventilating

Stooping down to my level Chris began to rub my back. Cooing me as he listened to my sobs

“Take your time, you don’t have to talk about it” He replied as he helped me up to walk up the stairs

“I saw the messages and the videos and the pictures. I feel so gross he was two timing me basically our whole relationship. I’m so dirty I can’t believe this” I choked out as we made it down to his room.

“No do not say that! You are not dirty or gross. Lee is the scum of this earth for cheating on you” He says as he held me in his arms

“Anybody who cheats on their significant other is a piece of shit, but especially if they cheat on someone like you. Y/N you are an amazing person and you deserve way better than Lee” He states as he rubs my back

“No I don’t” I replied muffled by the fabric of his hoodie

“Yes you fucking do. Do not let that piece of shit define your love life from now on. You will find a better man who will respect you and love you for you. A man who won’t cheat on someone like a dumb ass coward” he stated as he pulled me away

“I just can’t believe he would do such a thing” I replied looking up at Chris and wiping my nose

“His name is Lee and he has to take liquid medicine because he’s too pussy to swallow a pill. You my friend will be just fine” Chris replied laughing, his statement made me laugh because it was indeed true. And that made me realize how pathetic Lee truly is.

“There’s that radiant smile of yours” He says winking at me

“So keep your head up because he is not worth a drop of your tears or a waste of your breath” He says to me as he hugs me once more

“Thank you Chris for always being there for me” I replied offering him a warm smile

“Always Y/N, you are my bestfriend and seeing you hurt kills me” He replied wiping my tears from my eye.

“Now how are you planning to get him back?” Chris asks smirking evilly

“Noo I won’t do that” I replied shaking my head

“Oh come on! The queen of getting people back since we were kids?” He replied cocking an eyebrow at me

Glancing up at him I smirked at him, Racking my brain for an idea

“On second thought there is one thing we can do” I replied getting Chris in on the revenge scheme

The next morning before Lee came back to pick his stuff up from my house. Chris and I threw his belongings on the side of the street. Pouring syrup and glitter all over everything. Laughing as we did it because we knew everything was virtually ruined.

Tossing his expensive items from the second floor balcony. Saying “whoops” every time we chucked something over the railing.

Keeping everything I purchased him, so I could resell everything. Let’s just say Lee wasn’t very happy about his destroyed items and especially when he found out I was keeping the items I purchased him.

Chris made me feel better and ultimately forget all about Lee and his cheating bitch ass.

What would I do without an amazing friend like Chris……

The End

Thank you all sooo much for the support and sticking by me🥺🖤🖤. I really love yall 😭💕💕💕

-J💅🏽

[thefloatingstone]

Puff please tell me about Grunt I just saw a Tumblr post you reblogged that vaguely went into detail and I read a small bit of his wiki page but I want to hear it in your own words because it's like 10x more interesting with that filter. Fill my dash with grunt lore

GRUNT IS SHEPARD'S VERY LARGE SON

I don't know whether the designers originally created him with this thought in mind or not but it's really funny because by the time the DLC came out for ME2 you can see the games just fully embracing what was originally just a joke in the Mass Effect fandom.

I used to not be fully into it as a concept but as I'm busy replaying ME3 and having just played ME2 again... nah people were right. He's our son.

He was created in a lab to be an "ultimate krogan warrior" or whatever, but when Shepard cracked how out of his tube, he had did not have that "burning desire of revenge in the name of his species" the scientist who made him was obsessed by. Physically he was perfect, but psychologically, he just didn't understand why he should care about being a krogan. in ME2 when he's introduced, his story arc is helping him connect with what it means to be a krogan, and to help him find purpose as an individual. You essentially help raise this adolescent fully formed person out of apathy and teach him how to care about things, concepts and people, almost completely through actions and not so much through words.

As ME2 goes on, it becomes clear Grunt very much wants Shepard's approval about things, which is funny because at first he comes across as a cold, uncaring fully formed adult, but as you help him learn how to connect with being a member of his species, he'll sometimes want to talk to Shepard JUST to be like "Hey Shepard!! I thought about something to do with being Krogan I thought you'd approve of! listen to this!!"

In the DLC for ME2, you can read up on his internet search history as well as his online purchase history and I just.... think a lot of it explains SO MUCH about him as a character. So I'm just copy and pasting those here

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By the time ME3 comes around, most of the rest of the squad is referring to Grunt in terms poking fun at the fact that Shepard is his mom. I think it's Joker who at one point comments "Our baby boy's all grown up" or something to that effect. I can't remember the exact dialogue. I think at one point Garrus also jokes about how "they grow up so fast" or something along those lines.

He also loves spicy ramen.

Grunt is a good boy.

[box-off]

Hey guys, as much as I HATE internet drama and personally have a lot of stuff to worry about in real life instead of wasting my time here, discussing WHATEVER. I have to come here and talk about this.

First of all, I personally LOVE postal. All of the games, I own merch of it, I own the games, I even own the movie. I drew and will draw a lot of stuff about the game. I enjoy playing it, I enjoy creating for it, I just like it. And when I came around here I was pretty excited, there were a lot of people who share my interests and there still are BUT there's a bit of a problem.

I haven't been posting much stuff related to the games, mostly because I just didn't have time and I do other stuff that is not always related. And while I was away I kinda started noticing a bit of a shift in the fandom, maybe it's just me watching it from the perspective of someone who doesn't interact with it that much by now, but damn it does feel strange.

I'm going to dedicate this post to my dear @mayonnara, and if you want to see their point of view on this, please go check their recent posts.

True crime. True crime is interesting, if you think about it well enough, all human history is true crime but there's a bit difference between "Wow, this story is interesting, I wonder how that happened" and "Wow, those guys are hot and thanks to that we'll dismiss what they did, which is, killing people". You guys??? Are dumb. Sorry to say it, but don't put people who are genuinely interested in just crimes that happened and idiots who worship killers. I don't like when people worship real life people in general, but come on, those people specifically?? Why not go for Hitler straight away? He killed more people! Go to a fucking cult if you need to worship weird people so bad.

On other hand, you're not welcomed in the Postal community. When you enter any of the games the first thing you see is.... drum roll... A DISCLAIMER. That says what? "No violence in real life", "violence should stay in video games", and hey, did we all forget what is one of the reasons postal redux doesn't end the same way postal 1997 ends? Guys... sorry to tell you this... The devs DO NOT like people like you.

Reminds me a lot of how some smart-ass decided to make an edgy joke about a worker from RWS who had a really serious health problem. The game might be edgy, the RWS made it that way, yes. But I doesn't mean they enjoy you dumb fucking idiots who think that what is normal in a fictional world is okay in real life. Sick and twisted all you want, but have some dignity, keep your bullshit to yourself

[milksuu]

Hii! This is my first time sending a request haha! Well, could you Heartsteel Aphelios with Reader who’s a hardcore Gamer?

(I mean, like ungodly amounts of hours on a multitude of games. Always hitting new high scores. And the classic, eyebags from lack of sleep.)

⌜heartsteel!aphelios x fem!reader⌟ ╰ ❝ YOU CAN'T WIN A GIRLFRIEND IN A 1 V 1 ! ❞

❥ prompt: Aphelios thought there wasn't a single soul in the entire universe stupid enough to challenge him to a 1v1. But apparently, the 'God of Gaming' thought to use their last brain cell to bet their final testament. Little did you know, you'd fall from grace, then forced to play in some idols sick twisted game of pay-back. ❥ content/warnings: enemies to lovers vibe, affectionate bullying, name calling, teasing, fake relationship, fluff (?), 100% emotional dmg ( + crit. bonus on reader)

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ 'GOD OF GAMING'....that's what they call you. An immortal being born to play and dominate the realm of video games in all facets. Sleep's inevitably for the weak and uncommitted. It's a mark of honor to wield dark, heavy under bags beneath your eyes, so long as it meant keeping your rightful place on the throne.

Even in the realm of FPS, no one dares contest your dominance on top of the leaderboard. It's impossible for anyone who even thinks to get more than three hours of daily sleep. Until this night, at the deathly hour of 3 A.M on a Tuesday, an unknown player sweeps in announced. First round on top was a newby flook. You were busy taking a few breaks in game to sip on your energy drink. Second time, the damn bastard is kill stealing from even your weakest team mates. Third time he makes top of the leaderboards...now that's a personal attack on your reputation.

It's not long till various social tweets race like wildfire across all media platforms. Nothing more than constant jabs and reminders of how fickle your place is in this revolving door of a world. It makes you crinkle your fifth can of gamer fuel. There's only one way to respond to this usurper trying to contest your territory.

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ APHELIOS sits back in his chair, tapping a finger on his desk. He narrows his eyes against a blaring screen. Who even was this? He had no clue. All he can recall is playing some random game out of boredom, then a monsoon of social tweets pestering him and some other guy who likes gaming. Maybe a little too much, he suspects.

He does his own social media rummaging, scuffing at his findings. You practically live inside your room, dedicating your whole life to playing video games. Apparently, it's your entire livelihood. He doesn't envy you one bit; pity is the better word that comes to mind. Your entire aesthetic is wearing an oversized hoodie that covers everything (probably your man boobs), and even your face. Except for your eyes. Holy hell, those eyebags were heavier than Sett's banana hammock on a hot summer's day.

Lazily, he opens up his calendar; checking event dates, rehearsal dates, fan meet dates. Tomorrow's his only free day for the week. Luckily for you, that's the one day you demanded from him. And of course some holed-up undesirable would ask another guy to challenge him at a internet cafe. No big deal. He'd set aside a few minutes to put you in your place. Then, completely forget about your entire existence the next day.

Aphelios accepts the challenge and locks in the date. When the day of divine retribution comes, he shows up twenty-minutes before hand. He purposely waits in front of the internet cafe you chose. Only to enjoy the sight of watching some idiot (you) sweating in a hoodie, barely able to catch your breath before you stood at his feet. Oddly enough, something different turns the corner. Eye-catching, even.

"Hey. Looks like you didn't chicken out on me," you comment, brushing away your done up hair from your shoulder. "Guess I'll give you kudos for that."

Aphelios does a double-take, trying to process the image of you online to what's standing in front of him. From his perspective, you look every bit of a model that just stepped out of a photo shoot. Where did those bags go? Man boobs? No, girl boobs? Was being reversed cat-fished a thing?

(Imagine the power of a whole eight hours of sleep and wardrobe change)

You quirk a brow at his silent, mile-long stare. "Um, yeah. Let's make this quick. I have plans to go shopping after this. So I want to get this over with so I can get on with my day. Sound good to you?"

Before he can respond, you brush pass him, slipping through the doors behind. Blinking away his sense of whiplash, Aphelios follows. It's not surprising to find a group of fans swarming and buzzing around the entire place. He's still stun-locked by your unexpected appearance. Observing as you go about in graceful fashion, greeting and hugging those in support of you.

"How about we make a deal before we start," you approach him again, placing your hands hotly on your hips. "I win, and you announce on all your social media platforms that I'm the better player. And your terms?"

Aphelios pauses. He made a hasty assumption. Thinking you were some guy living like a wall rat inside his own apartment. The slight margin of error has his lips curling in the most sadistic fashion. This was going to work out much more in his favor. And there's no intention of letting you off so easily. Being an attractive girl was never a default for mercy. He pulled out his cell, and typed the following:

If I win, you have to be my girlfriend for a month.

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ YOU READ the words out loud, and the whole atmosphere cuts to silence. Your mouth trembles, before you burst with laughter as does the rest of the room. Clutching your cramping stomach, you swat the air in frantic motions. "Y-You can't be serious," you say with attempts to catch your breath. "You think you're going to win? That's so funny. How embarrassing for you. To think you'd even have a single chance to date me." Calming your breaths, you send him one final death glare and spit out the word. "Delusional."

Walking to take your seat, you ignore his unfaltering gaze trailing you. There's a glint in his eyes that tells you he's enjoying whatever hamster wheel is spinning inside his head. You need to add the poor hamster is obviously sick, forced into labour and probably part of a lab experiment.

When the match starts, no one feels the need to invest too much into the game. You were, after all, the 'God of Gaming'. It wasn't going to be a fair match to begin with. Until the game ends before anyone can blink twice; especially you.

The rule to win the round was simple; land the first headshot. Needles to say, you didn't.

Your eyes widen against the screen. Your death screen pops, and your lifeless body collapses. Adding unnecessary amounts of salt in the wound, your scumbag of an opponent crouches over your head. Repeatedly. Your trembling vision shifts away, past your monitor to the opposite side. Slowly, Aphelios leans casually into view, a cocky eyebrow cinched high into his forehead.

You grit your teeth, hand tightening into fists that would mark the inside of you palms. Pestering whispers and scandalous talk rise and echo around you. There's no way to escape the shame. You bow your head in defeat. What else can you do? There wasn't any use in fighting. You have to save whatever drop of class and honor you have left. Anything out of pocket, and your whole reputation could crumble. You push yourself away from the desk, pacing to meet your bastard of an opponent on the other side.

"Good...good game," your voice strangles to leave your tight lips. You try hard not to ruin your face with a scowl. Especially when Aphelios stands pretty damn tall, staring down at you like a child that just had good a spanking. Taking out his phone, he shows you some text:

Sure. Guess you would call it a good game. And now that you're my girlfriend, it's only reasonable to go on a date with me. As my reward and all. Those were the terms. Right?

The blood inside your veins boil. You want nothing more than to slap that phone out of his hands, and crush it beneath your heels. You reserve to grinding your teeth. Aphelios merely smiles through a devilish crinkle in his blood moon eyes. And it's now dawning on you; he's made a full-proof plan to make you suffer.

From what I know, girlfriend's hold onto their boyfriends hands. And also call them 'babe' as a loving pet name. Right?

You want to scream at the top of your lungs right now. Holding your breath, you withhold it from your surrounding scrutiny. When he reaches out his hand, you take it tensely. He chuckles when your manicured nails dig aggressively into the skin of his hand.

It’s cute how badly my girlfriend wants to hold my hand. I’d be careful, though. The harder she squeezes, the more I kind of like it.

You gulp and loosen your grip. Honestly, where the hell does he get off saying stuff like that so casually? How humiliating. And it was just the start of your month of impending doom.

Like any ‘proper’ date, he drags you to one of his usual spots in town for a meal. It's odd to witness him take the lead so naturally; as if you really were his damn girlfriend. When he offers to order and pay for the both of you, you almost hesitate. However, you weren't going to turn down a free meal. Even if it came from your current worst enemy.

“Oh. Um…then I’ll have the burger. No pickles.” Aphelios sends you a yard long stare, and you know he's siphoning you for more. You blush, turning a cheek. “Please, b-babe?”

You can tell he leers underneath his mask, like a cat whose gotten his cream. He leaves you briefly, before returning and setting a tray of food in front of you. For a moment, you stare at the hamburger with warranted skepticism. You raise your pair of squinting eyes at Aphelios, whose already pulled down his mask to quietly enjoy his meal. After a beat, you lower your restraints, and slowly take a bite. You immediately stiffen and gag, spitting up into a napkin. There's definitely pickles—loads of them.

Aphelios almost chokes on his own laugher at your award winning expression of disgust. He slides his phone across the table:

Oh. Sorry. I thought you said extra pickles. ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Freaking bastard! Before you can smack his phone off the table, he snatches it back to the safety of his pocket. With a growl, you slough off the heaps and slices of fermented food. You're able to de-pickle the patty, but there's little joy in eating something with the faint essence of the nastiest condiment.

And after a not-so-enjoyable lunch, he takes you to a nearby pâtisserie for dessert. While waiting, and you have a half a mind to run out. Or call the local circus so they can come get their evil clown back. You're terrified to see what he's planning to bring you. And when he does, your mouth instantly waters. You stare down at a cute, decorative dessert parfait. It looks perfect with no hidden pickles (don't put it past him though). Your eyes glisten at the extravagant layers of yogurt, fruit compote, and whipped cream. Not to mention, the glazed whole strawberries on top, glittering with snow powder sugar. Giddy with excitement, you almost forget the silent devil sitting next to you. Before you can take the first bite, Aphelios intercepts your hand, brings it to his lips, and claims it for himself.

There's only one spoon, you know. And like any good girlfriend, it only makes sense to hand feed her boyfriend. Down to the very. last. bite.

There's a twitch in your face. You really want to dump the whole dessert pile onto his head. Unfortunately, that would be a major insult to the parfait. Exhaling your fury through your nostrils, you belly the desire to murder him with a plastic spoon. Grumbling, you perform your embarrassing 'girlfriend' duty. Nearing the end of this round of torture, he smiles—all at your expense, of course.

Wow. Am I full. Thanks for that. I'm actually feeling kind of generous from all your devoted attention. Tell you what. I'll let you have the last bite.

"Yeah, right," you snort. "Like I would ever share the same spoon with you, let alone anything you've touched on this Earth—hmph!" Before you can finish your berating monologue, Aphelios flips your hand around and slips the spoon inside your mouth.

ㅉㅉ You shouldn't talk with your mouth full. Silly. You might choke. And I rather not have that on my conscious.

You whine, trying to swallow your way through a verbal tantrum. Who knew it'd be so difficult to argue with delicious yogurt in your mouth? Still, reality settles shortly after the sweetness melts from your tongue. A certain thought springs a bitter aftertaste. For all intents and purposes, you both just shared an indirect kiss.

You smack the spoon on the table, feeling your face heat up. Yet, he's just sitting there, sly with composure. Not bothered by any of it—this sick 'fake dating' sims game. It wasn't fair. Nothing about this was fair! How many times did you have such an experience through your dating visual novel games? Too many to count. Yet, despite all those perfect moments with your various 2-D boyfriends, this fake 3-D imposter, just ruined the whole trope experience for you. There was no way you could replay those scenes and not think about your suffering today. You would damn this man to Hell again, but obviously, he enjoys vacationing there.

It was funny when you thought your gruelling date would conclude after dessert. Aphelios made sure to think of various, and random places to drag you to for no good reason. He's perfecting the art of physically and mentally exhausting you. Stroll in the park? He may or may not have put a caterpillar on your head. Watch you freak out about it, and then relish in having you beg him to help you. Lovely time window shopping at an outdoor mall? He makes sure to slip away and watch you panic trying to find him in the mass of busy bodies. Before you know where your head's at, you blink up against lit downtown buildings, store fronts and street lights.

Well, today's been fun. Just one last thing to make this date perfect. Something my girlfriend will definitely love.

An all too knowing smile creases his mask again. Taking your hand, he leads you away to the next destination in mind. With your eyes half-lidded with fatigue and feet already beaten to a pulp by your heels, you force yourself to stop caring. Like everything else, you'll just go along with it and pray it's over soon.

⌜LUV-U ♡ HOTEL⌟

Your mouth drops at the sight of a pink and flickering neon sign a few steps away. Did he really just drag you to a Love Hotel!? You swallow hard. Nevermind, you did care. You cared a lot! "This has to be a joke, right? You're out of your mind if you think I'm going to let you take me inside—"

You're cut short as you're tugged forward. Nearing the entrance, your heart pounds louder than the surrounding nightlife. Your thoughts are racing. And watching another couple walk out looking rather satisfied with their stay doesn't help your emotions at all. That is, until he casually leads you past the hotel and around the corner, where there's vending machine against the wall. He releases his hold and gestures to it.

What are you talking about? Take you inside where? And no. There's no joke about this being the best vending machine in town for canned coffee. ㅎ_ㅎ

You stare with dumbfounded horror as he purchases two cans, and places one in your stiff hands. You look down at your coffee and contemplate just about everything up till this point. How big of a mistake it was to meet someone like him. Worse yet, be at his mercy over a stupid bet you set in place...and actually lost. How did your life turn out this way? Regret and humiliation well up as tears against your eyes. You pinch your bottom lip between your teeth. With the last of your dignity on the line; you'd rather die at this point than cry in front of him.

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ APHELIOS lowers his drink from his lips, watching you from the side of his lashes. Looks like you were at your limit. Maybe he went a little too far. But every bit of his ego wants to rationalize it was well deserved. A pestering knot tightens like a fist at the base of his sternum. It bothers him enough to turn his neutral expression into a frown. His gaze catches your trembling legs, and traces them all the way down to your heels. His eyes widen by a margin; it's insane to think you hadn't complained about your feet hours ago. Looks like that knot wasn't going away anytime soon.

He tosses away your cans and raises his phone:

Take off your heels.

"What?" You're at a complete loss for words. Was he now going to force you to walk barefoot on the gross streets? You shake your head. "No way. Forget it. If you want me to take them off so bad, then do it yourself—Jerk!"

Aphelios flutters his eyelids in annoyance. More so that, for a split moment, he found himself not entirely hating the insult used against him. Forgetting the stupid interruption of his brain, he bends down and starts unlacing your straps. "H-Hey, wait a second you freaking weirdo. I didn't actually mean it literally."

It doesn't take much effort to hoist you onto his back, wrap your arms around his neck, and press your thighs snug against his waist. He anticipates a spit fire reaction. To his surprise, you simply huff and puff out your cheeks, muttering another possible insult. Honestly, he was sure you would've taken this opportunity to choke him out in a headlock. (He would've done it, but glad you didn't).

With a final adjustment, he hands you his cell phone, open with the map application. It seems it takes you a moment to realize he wants you to put your address so that he can dump you back wherever you live.

"You really plan on carrying me all the way to my house?" He can't see your expression, but by delivery alone, he can hear the blush in your cheeks. After a few taps and a mutter, he gets his phone back. "You better delete my address later. Or your new name's going be 'Stalker'."

Aphelios can't help but scuff. Like he would waste any more of his free time on inflating your already big head. He wonders how you even manage to fit your head through any shirt holes.

For a short while, you don't speak. As he walks through more quieter neighborhood streets, he feels your body condense further into his back.

"Mm, you know, for a being a cold jerk...somehow, you feel super warm," you breathe sleepily against his earlobe.

After a mumble or two, you commit to a terribly sleepy idea. Closing your eyes, you place your lips against his neck. Lingering, your mouth is soft and warm against his skin. Slightly sticky from whatever lip gloss you still have left. After the longest moment of his life, you abandon your spot. But he can feel your sleep drunk smile from how close your lips still are.

"Heh, there..I already kissed you, so...now you can't make me do it later....jerk."

When you finally doze off with light breathes and snores, Aphelios comes to a complete halt. It takes a moment to process. Then, without his consent, his neutral complexion flushes bright pink. The spot where you kissed him feels like it's burning a hole straight through him, down to his thumping pulse. He exhales a hot and heavy breath. It's warm enough to puff in the night air. With a shake of his head, he finds his walking pace, continuing towards your apartment.

He refuses to let you sway him with whatever tricks and flirts you have up your sleeve. He wasn't a swoonful idiot like most. And Aphelios knows he has a whole month worth of you still left. He'd make sure you always knew who you were dealing with. And by the end of it all, he'd make sure you'd never be able to get him off your mind.

A brewing smirk lifts one corner of his lips. This game was going to be more fun than he expected. And just like every other game, he would ultimately win.

Too bad for you, he mused to himself.

an;; ahhh thank you all for all your sweet messages i've been receiving through my hiatus. really appreciate it. trying to get back in the swing of things of answering anon. reqs. and working on my cleaning lady fic as well.

ngl, i swear, i hc so hard the phel can be such a sadistic/vengful bitch hell bent ruining anyone's life. like hes so unbothered by things and keeps to himself, that the minute you try to test him in that department, yeah no, you're officially on his shit list for life. how sweet how my man can hold grudge. <3

[khywae]

No more fanfiction

Hey loves,

I just wanted to chat with you about a new direction I'm taking in my career.

My recent trip made me rethink a lot of things. It made me realize how short life is and how much time I've “lost” due to mental health struggles. My mind was my number #1 enemy, but not anymore. Now I'm determined to pursue my dreams unapologetically.

My biggest dream is to create a lasting legacy. I want to leave behind tons of content with the female gaze, portraying men as objects of desire rather than just women. It might seem like a silly dream compared to other, more grandiose ones, but I never had access to a lot of content like that. I always felt starved, scavenging the internet for scraps, especially when it came to submissive men. While I've found solace in the writing world, which flourishes with the female gaze, it’s still not enough. Men are just too gorgeous not to be appreciated in other forms of art. I want to live in a world where women have access to quality female gaze content and don’t have to resort to the male gaze if they don’t wish to. That means no faceless dudes, no showing only the woman’s body, and no men so ugly that could make a freight train take a dirt road. Enough.

To turn this dream into reality, I started to think. I could continue with writing, but as you guys can see from the number of words in The Muse and the time it took me to write it (6 fucking years), it would take too long. As the old saying goes, ars longa, vita brevis. Art takes a long time, and life is short. And I, my darlings, have a mission.

Because I love writing too much, I need something that limits the amount I can write. I thought about making videos, but it took out a large portion of the writing part, and it left me unsatisfied. After a lot of thought, I realized that video games can be the solution. They have visual elements, so I don’t need/can’t rely so heavily on my writing; I love games, I play them every day; and I can count on my fingers the number of adult games for women, meaning we need more. A lot more.

Like our himbo icon Kronk says, oh yeah, it’s all coming together.

So I'm excited to announce that I'll be creating games – fangames at first – that mix the interactive side of games and the smut from fanfiction. The SFW version of the games will be free, and the NSFW version and other perks can be accessed through my (freshly launched!) Patreon. There you'll have the power to vote for the next character featured in the games, access work-in-progress pictures and animations, see my writing process, and more. I’m still figuring things out, but I’m super hyped for this!

Currently, I’m working on the very first game of this legacy, called My Assassin Bodyguard. Yes, I transformed the Toji video/fanfic idea that I posted before into a game. You can play the demo now on itch.io!! You don't even have to download woooo!! The game may seem really basic as I get a hang of things and learn new software, but with time we’ll make improvements, such as adding different player characters, a smut gallery, and voice acting (!!!). Anything to make the experience the best it can be.

For those of you who are mostly here for my writing, don’t despair. My writing will still be alive, just in a different medium that needs me right now. I hope you understand. Thank you for your support all these years, for being here through it all. I'd be thrilled for you to join me on this new journey and help me bring this dream to life, together.

So here's the link to Patreon! (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) I hope to see you there! But if you can’t, I’ll still post updates here and you can always play the games on itch for free. After this dream is accomplished, my next mission will be to write books. Maybe I’ll do it along the way. We’ll see. Life’s full of surprises after all, and that’s the beauty of it. Let's enjoy it the best we can ♡

With love,

Khywae

TL;DR: Life's too short, I write too much and too slow, and I've got a ton of content to create to make my dream happen. So I'm switching to game development for now. I'd love for you to join me on this journey to make this dream a reality. Thank you for everything, love you.

P.S.:

About the Lore

I was so excited about this that I created a little world. Based on the two iconic fanfiction terms —ship and canon—, and my love for Pirate AUs, I came up with a world where we sail across the ocean, collecting ingredients to craft Tapes that connect us with different Alternate Universes. It’s basically a Witch-Pirates-‘90s nostalgia mix. I've got plans to flesh it out even more over time, like adding some decorations, some hot pirates... Important stuff, you know?

Here's the boat in its simplest form, to symbolize that our journey is just starting:

[lancermylove]

Wiki How To: Text Tempt Him (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: All x fem!Reader (minus Solomon, Luke)

Warning: N.SFW

Prompt: MC comes across an interesting article and uses it against her boyfriend.

A/N: I was researching topics for HCs and came across an article that I had to use against the Nightbringer characters since they're a little more innocent compared to the OM characters. 😂 The ideas for the texts come directly from this article.

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Prologue:

You were browsing the internet trying to find a step-by-step recipe on how to make a cake, but on your browsing journey, you came across an eyebrow-raising article.

How to Make a Guy Horn.y Over Text.

As you read through the article, your lips curled into a devious smile. What a perfect chance to tease your new boyfriend. You quickly opened his messages and texted him.

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"Oh, Lucifer. You. Me. 🍆👌 Now."

When he received your text, he was in a meeting with Diavolo, Barbatos, and his brothers. For a good minute, he started at your cryptic text.

Eggplant? Okay? Were you planning to cook for him and wanted to know if he liked eggplants? If so, why would you add in you, me, and now?

"Long...hole...," he mumbled under his breath. Ding. Ding. Ding. His eyes widened, and he slammed his phone, facing down, on the wooden table. The room went dead silent, and all eyes moved to him.

Lucifer cleared his throat and apologized but failed to hide his red cheeks. Why would you send him such a text, especially during the daytime?

He had a hard time concentrating on the meeting and a harder time not imagining getting intimate with you.

“Know what I’m imagining right now? Me riding you…🤠"

Mammon was bored out of his mind listening to Barbatos lecturing some of his younger brothers. So when he saw your name on his lock screen, he smiled and opened your message. He almost let out a laugh but pressed his fingers to his lips.

"Did ya mean you and me goin' on a ride? You can't ride me...I'm not a car or bike. 🤣"

You giggled at his innocent reply. "You don't need to be a car or bike for me to ride you. If we are connected somewhere, I can ride you. 😜 Look up woman riding man if you don't believe me."

Mammon raised an eyebrow and did exactly what you recommended, not taking his surrounding into consideration. He yelped and quickly turned off his phone screen.

"Mammon...is there something you would like to add in? Rather, is there anything amusing on your phone that you would like to show us?" Barbatos was not pleased to be interrupted, but Mammon swiftly shook his head and held onto his phone tighter.

He felt tortured. The explicit pictures turned him on, and Mammon couldn't stop imagining you riding him. The bulge in his pants was growing bigger, but it didn't look like Barbatos would stop lecturing them anytime soon.

Couldn't you have waited until nighttime to send him that message?

“Hi Levi~. Last night was incredible. You’re so good with your hands, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it…😳”

He smiled at your text and nodded while typing, "I play games a lot, so I am good with my hands."

"Are you now? Wanna show me just how good you are? 😏"

You weren't talking about him playing video games, were you? Rather than reply to your message, Levi wondered what you were trying to say.

He decided to look up the meaning and nearly screamed. With a steaming red face, he grabbed his phone and messaged you, "I DIDN'T MEAN IT THAT WAY! I MEAN'T I AM GOOD WITH GAMES."

"I am sure you are good with OTHER things too."

"N-No. I AM NOT!"

"Guess we will have to find out."

"W-Wait...what does that mean? (Y/n)? What does that mean?"

"I am coming over, and you're going to answer my question. Actually, no. You are going to show me.😘"

Levi was at a loss. Were you and him...really going to...? But he doesn't know anything about it!

When you opened the door to his room, Levi was passed out on the floor with a nosebleed. He took your joke too seriously.

"Hey Satan. Wanna come over? You✌️👅. I 🍆👅."

Satan saw your cryptic message and got excited. Solving puzzles was one of his favorite passtimes, but if this was a puzzle why were you asking him to come over?

The tongue emoji meant you are hungry...so you wanted him to cook something for you? Maybe something with an eggplant? Then you wanted to lick his fingers after he cooked for you? Weird.

"(Y/n). Meet me in the kitchen. I will make a meal with an eggplant, but I don't prefer you lick my fingers after I am done."

You couldn't stop laughing. Cook and lick his fingers? "Satan, are you sure that's what I meant? Try again.😏 Since I feel generous, I will give you a hint - find a human anatomy book and compare them to the emojis."

Satan raised an eyebrow at the anatomy book part and concluded that it would be much easier to come to talk to you in person.

Right as he was about to knock on your door, Satan's jaw dropped. It finally clicked. You were not talking about eggplants or cooking.

Before he could run away, you opened the door and pulled him inside with the help of his boa.

"You can't run from me now, Satan..." were the last words he heard before being swallowed by the darkness in your room.

“Asmo! I had the HOTTEST dream about you last night. It’s all I can think about now. 🥵”

Asmo blushed when he saw your message but was surprised you were leading him on. Did you forget he was the Avatar of Lust? Sending him these kinds of messages was "dangerous".

"What a coincidence! I had a dream about us last night too. We were in my room, our bodies were sparkling with perspiration, our breathing was ragged, sweet moans escaped our lips, and we were so close, I could feel the heat on your skin radiation onto mine."

Your jaw hit the floor. You were only teasing him, but he actually had dreams about the two of you getting intimate?

The thought of you and Asmo in an embrace as he filled you and moaned your name in your ears made you feel hot and bothered...until you saw his next message.

"I was teaching you how to do yoga, and you were struggling. 🤭"

“Beel, I am hungry for your🍆. Come to my room.💋”

Beel's eyes widened, and he ran out of his room and straight out the front door of the House of Lamentation.

Half an hour later, you heard someone repeatedly hitting the tip of their shoe on your bedroom door. When you opened the door, you found Beel carrying a load of eggplants in his arms.

"Beel? What is this?"

"Eggplants...that's what they are called, right?" He smiled proudly, "You must be really hungry...I am sorry for taking so long..."

"You sighed and let out a laugh. "That's not what I was...you know what... never mind. Want to help me cook some eggplant dishes?"

Beel grinned and nodded. His innocence was endearing, but maybe you could teach him later tonight what you meant in your text message.

“Belphie...I’ve got a ton of blankets and it’s still freezing. Should I put clothes on too?"

Belphie sleepily stared at his phone screen. What kind of a message was this? Was he just too sleepy to make sense of it?

"Maybe you are cold because you are not wearing clothes? Considered that?"

He shook his head, set his phone aside, and closed his eyes. Wait. Belphie's eyes snapped open - why were you telling him you weren't wearing any clothes? That's not something a woman readily shares with a man, right?

He rolled onto his stomach and buried his face in his pillow. Now, he can't stop imagining what you look like without clothes. Maybe he should visit you and find out.

“I have a confession: I want you. Like, right now.”

Diavolo smiled at your text and innocently replied, "I want you too."

You were taken aback by his bold reply. Did he actually mean what he said or...does he mean something else?

"So, Diav. You want me to come over, or are you going to come over?"

"Come over. Barbatos is watching me, and I can't sneak out of the castle."

Barbatos? He couldn't be serious, right? "Wait, you want to do it with Barbatos watching? 😲"

"Why does it matter if Barbatos is around? Do you not like him?"

You didn't know whether to laugh or get upset. "You have no idea what I am talking about, do you?"

When the conversation abruptly ended, Diavolo tried to call you but panicked when you didn't pick up. He could ask Barbatos for help, but the butler would get upset if he found out the prince was messing around instead of working.

So, Diavolo did the next best thing - he sulked all day, thinking he messed up and you were mad at him.

“Hello Barbatos. If you were in a room with me, some whipped cream, and nothing else, what would you do?”

The butler nearly dropped his knife at your boldness. What were you hoping to accomplish by asking him this question?

"I would take the whipped cream to the kitchen as it is a delicate product and will spoil if not refrigerated."

That's not what you were expecting. What a boring response.

"Oh..."

Barbatos chuckled at your reply. The joke was on you. He knew exactly what you meant, but two can play the teasing game.

He set his phone on the kitchen counter and stared at the whipped cream in front of him. If he was in a room with you and whipped cream, he would undress you, make a dessert out of you, and savor each bite of the dessert.

"Simeon, if we were alone in a room right now, and I give you permission to touch me anywhere I want, where would you touch me? 🫦"

The angel smiled at your message but his eyebrows furrowed at the lips. Why were you sending him a biting lip emoji? Brushing it aside, he took his time typing the reply.

"I would"

"touch"

"your"

Excited for the last word, you gripped your phone harder, crossed your legs tighter, and held onto your breath.

"Hair"

The excitement drained out of your body all at once, and you felt like a deflated balloon. Then again, what else were you expecting from a resident of the Celestial Realm?

"Oh...okay."

Your response bothered Simeon, but why did it feel like the temperature in the room increased suddenly? The more he stared at the lip emoji, the more he realized your question might not be as innocent as he made it out to be. Were you perhaps trying to tempt an angel?

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[littlestartemis]

This is like THE thing I'm most annoying millennial about, but I've decided I'm going to make a guide about this instead of just venting to my friends about it for the Nth time. I am not a fan of spotify. On the surface I already didn't like it, the idea of paying a monthly subscription for a media player that requires an internet connection was abjectly backwards imo. Then I actually used it recently, and I'm even more frustrated, because searching for songs doesn't give you any clear indication on if it's the Actual Song you wanted, or just some rando's remix or something. Not to mention the queue and playlist functions just not working 1/3 of the time, and... yeah.

"Man I wish this artist would release on spotify so I could listen to this song."

"Hey are you gonna put this thing on spotify? I'd really like to listen to it away from my computer/off youtube."

Allow me my one snarky comment here because I feel strongly about this and then the rest of the post will be a polite and detailed guide.

I'm gonna let you all in on a secret, you'll never believe this. There's a method, inside your computer (and phone!), where you can listen to music, any music you want... without the internet. Fuckin wild, right? (Making a break because this ended up being longer than I thought it would)

On your computer, even up to Windows 11, you have a thing called "Windows Media Player" that's just automatically on your computer. And if it's not, for whatever reason, lemme make things even easier for you with a link to install it.

You open it up, and you're greeted with this. (yours obviously won't be filled with FFXIV clips and songs by default, just work with me)

Now, I think everything here is perfectly self explanatory, but I've heard as time's worn on that the younger generations are becoming increasingly poorly taught when it comes to navigating computer programs.

Home is just the first thing you get when you open it. Shows all your recently viewed media on your computer

Music Library is your entire collection of songs in your music folder (we'll get there)

Video Library is the same thing but for video files

Play queue is what you have queued up to play in a list Right Now

Playlists is... the list of playlists you've made

So! Good first step, we have a media player. This thing doesn't need an internet connection, it can make playlists, it can shuffle, it's got it all. But like, how do you actually get songs on it, right? Well, we've got a few methods.

If you're a fan of contemporary/pop music, you've got the easiest time of things. If you're already someone who's ok with paying spotify once a month for their service (which is just a media player with always on internet), you shouldn't have a problem with giving that money directly to the artists you already like the work of instead. Not to mention, on streaming services music can be added and removed at the whim of... really any number of people. Whereas if you get yourself the mp3 file, you own that shit forever.

Most every artist offers a way to buy their music from them directly in album form. For shows, movies, and video games, that can be a little more up in the air, but it's nothing a quick google search of "[media name] original soundtrack download" can't direct you to. My first port of call would be to recommend this site here. Despite the name, it carries an absolutely stupid titanic repository of music downloads, the vast majority of which being for things that either no longer have legal means of purchase, or never had one to begin with. You'll have to download them one at a time if you don't/can't make an account and donate to them, but... that's literally just a time investment. Lil bit of elbow grease.

Now, let's say you're willing to put in that elbow grease, but what you wanted isn't here. Well, you've got an ancient, tried and true method to follow suit on next; youtube conversion. It couldn't be simpler. Copy/paste the url (the funny string of letters numbers and characters in the bar at the top of your browser window) into the thing that says "please paste youtube url here", and press the convert button. You've even got options to change the quality (if you need a smaller file size) and trim a length of time off the beginning or end of it! Again, you'll need to do this one at a time, and via this method you won't get premade names (beyond whatever the yt video's name was) or special album art or whatever. But if all you're after is listening to your music of choice without fucking spotify, that shouldn't be a problem.

And I'm not done yet! Circling back to my earlier comment about "some kids just don't know how to work their computers", some of you may genuinely be asking "what am I supposed to do with these mp3 files after they're on my computer?" We'll start with "where even are they" to begin with. You have something baked into your computer called a "file explorer". I keep mine pinned to my taskbar, but you aughta be able to find it and open it up by searching that name in your start menu

This is what the left side of that File Explorer window aughta look like, more or less. You only need to worry about two of these things here for our purposes; Downloads, with the arrow pointing down at the line, and Music, with the music note in the green circle. By default, anything you download, be it from a converter, more illicit sources, or 100% legal "I bought this from the band's website", is going to go into your Downloads first. (side note, if your computer ever tells you you're running out of space and you're like "what the fuck how??", check your downloads, might need to clear that shit out into the recycle bin) You're gonna move those files from Downloads to Music (I only recently learned that file explorer supports additional tabs now, like browsers! That rules). The simplest method of moving them over though would be to click once on the file, then right click, you'll see a row of pictures at the top of the right click menu, you want the scissors (this is called Cutting). Once you click those scissors, you head over to your Music tab, and in the empty white space, you right click, and at the bottom of the menu you'll see a clipboard with a piece of paper, (that's Paste) click that, and it'll remove that file from Downloads, and move it over to Music.

Your media player program is automatically designed to detect mp3 files inside that Music folder. So, from here, you just need to work the media player!

Open up that Music Library tab in your Media Player, and everything will automatically be grouped Alphabetically, you can change that with "Sort by:" in the top right. Know what else? If you do buy an album (or download one otherwise), it'll recognize that on its own too! You can sift through your collection by Albums at the very top there! So you just wanna listen to an album, you can pop over there, click an album, and...

Play all, right at the top, the red button.

You wanna make a playlist? Right click any song, and in the right click menu you'll see "Add to+", check that, and you'll be prompted to just add it to the now paying queue of songs, or to make a new playlist. Do that, you name it what you want, and now you can just right click-> add any songs you want to that playlist.

Now when it comes to phones, I know most people have iphones, and in that realm... yeah I can't help you sorry. But if you're not, we're in another "this should be on your phone already, and if it's not you can install it". Samsung Music. Open that bad boy up, and

Damn doesn't this look familiar. On my Samsung phone at least, nearly EVERYTHING I just laid out applies to making this all happen just on your phone with no computer. But, if you only download on the computer, and still want this shit on your phone, there's a VERY easy method there too!

Get a USB-C cord, hook up your phone to your computer, and you remember the method I told you for moving those files over from Downloads to Music? Works the exact same for moving things from your computer to your phone. Hell, your phone even has a Music folder of its own! Works the same.

This has been my very long and hopefully helpful PSA about listening to music via methods that don't involve God Damn Spotify. Go enjoy yourselves. Don't pay for shit you don't need to pay for.

[anonymousauthorsblog]

Turning Passions

chapter 11 • call it what you want

this chapter contains writing

lowercase intended

call it what you want - taylor swift

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y/n pov 3rd person

monday

“beep beep beep” the sound of y/n’s alarm blares through her room. she groggily gets up shutting it off from her phone, before looking at the percentage. she softly curses at herself for forgetting to attach her phone onto a charger last night before passing out. the night before, y/n was up trying to get the facials, the movements and the attitude down from the black swan. as she starts to stress realizing that her testing is coming up to audition for her part again. she gets off her bed, making her way towards her bathroom to freshen up for the day. she looks in the mirror going through the list of what to do for her day in her head. “class, dance rehearsal, dance practice,” she keeps repeating to herself feeling like she’s forgetting something. “class, dance rehearsal, dance practice, class, dance rehearsal, dance practice,” “is it a video she has to do with toge?” no. a test for school?. no. math. wait studying.” her eyes lit up. she goes around looking for her phone before reading back the messages her and megumi shared. “shit shit” she whispers to herself. she runs out to look for her friends forgetting to tell them she has company over later to see that they’re all gone. she rolls her eyes before continuing to get ready, praying they’ll understand her later when they show up to a boy in their home. y/n finishes up before packing for the day, to leave the house, heading to the rest of her classes.

the clock ticks “3:58” until the professor dismisses class, letting the students out two minutes early. y/n races towards the door to walk to the familiar studio she’s been spending most of her time in. y/n walks in, changing and doing her usual routine. she passes through the first original dance class easily as that class was basic rehearsals for those who gained a normal spot in the routine of swan lake. the class passes by until it’s time for her usual private with miss trin. y/n exits her original danceroom entering into the room she’s been practicing in for the pass week. she stretches making sure to hit every spot to ensure her to have a safe practice, until miss trins voice booms in. “WELCOME TO CLASS Y/NNNNN, TWO MORE DAYS UNTIL YOU PROVE YOURSELF ONCE AGAIN.” y/n rolls her eyes playfully as she responds “meaning i finally can learn the actual black swan dance?” miss trin nods at her question as y/n jumps up in joy. miss trin laughs at the girls sudden burst of energy before shushing the girl down. “ok, okay. but first i have to tell you, y/n i know you know the dance” the teacher pauses glaring at the ballerina carefully. “but this dance is hard, exhausting and difficult if you’re putting the right pieces together” y/n nods waiting for her teacher to continue. “i know you’ve seen it all about this performance on the internet, but i’ll have to let you know these dancers spent years perfecting this piece while you have two days, don’t disappoint because your dance teacher will take this away from you if she sees once mistake.” y/n gulps then nods her head slowly before getting up. “well let’s get to it, i only have two days” the girl then says. miss trin laughs before saying “alright but remember i better see face before i take this role from you personally!”

megumi pov 3rd person

it’s 5pm, and megumi is setting up for a video. he won’t have to leave for y/n’s until 7:00 and yuji has been on him for not posting, loosing content for his viewers. megumi sighs before testing the camera, mic and finally sitting down putting on his headphones and starting the video. “hey guys” he mumbles. his fans suddenly joining in as the comments go crazy. “i think it’s self explanatory what im doing today. playing ANOTHER game” he says. megumi then looks at the comments to see his views spiking, getting a bit nervous because he’s never really had such a viewing like this before. megumi plays through the game the time rushing from 5:00pm-6:20pm. megumi looks at the time before looking at the camera. “well uh i think it’s almost time to get off, but like usual i can answer a few questions.” he scans through the chat before seeing questions that catch his dark eyes. “do you nobara and yuji live together?… unfortunately”. “when’s the next stream with everyone, uh sorry ill have to ask yuji he usually plans that” megumi continues to scan through the questions until one about his fond friend comes up, “are you and y/n a thing, please just make out already” he reads eyes closing in disbelief at the last statement. “we’re just close friends” the comments start to shoot up at the response. “close friends so you’re finally admitting that she’s a friend?- well i’ve gotten to know her and i enjoy her company so yeah a friend.” he responds. the views start to rocket off after these interactions and megumi starts to get annoyed sharing particles of his private life. he glances more about these comments until one ticks him off. “y/n is always late and tbh not educated of anything, why her” megumis face turns into disgust before quickly defending y/n “y/n is not always late and even if she is it’s none of your concern. i would also like to let you know that she’s a very smart girl and excels in every subject” his fans began to roar in shock before typing the one word. “protective” “protective?” megumi repeats. “whatever, call it what you want” he scoffs before telling the chat to move onto a different topic from y/n. he glares at the time realizing he has to get off to meet this friend he was just taking about. he then wishes his fans farewell before heading off the live before trying to clean up to head to y/n’s place.

3rd person pov

y/n walks into place heading off to her dorm, her feet in shambles after the practice she just got down with. “she wasn’t lying about it being hard” she thinks to herself making sure her steps are calm and soft after the fast and demanding practice she just had. she walks into the housing and pushes up to the elevator too lazy to take the stairs up. the elevator dings as she gracefully walks in. she pushes the button and lets her head fall down. even though it was just monday she feels the stress of the world already falling on her shoulders. she turns her head from the left falling to her right shoulder before looking up and exiting the elevator walking to her dorm door. she opens her bag taking out her keys before hearing a “boom” followed by the laughter of toges voice. she quickly opens the door to see toge and maki with the special guest in the middle megumi, who’s sitting on their couch. y/n looks at the time a little embarrassed from being late, to watch the torture megumi has probably been through with the twisted friends she has. “Y/NNNN heyyy!!” toge yells, maki rolls her eyes crossing her arms over herself. “didn’t care to share you had someone coming over huh?” maki glares at y/n. y/n slowly walks in before looking straight and megumi, she gives an apologetic smile before walking up to him grabbing his arm, pulling him up and towards her room. “well! that was fun! hope you guys enjoyed your time but we have to study!” she says her voice pitch getting higher. y/n then gets into her room leading megumi in, suddenly letting go of his arm and shutting the door, she looks up out of breath “sorry..” she says. megumi looks at the girl and examines her before saying “forgot about studying?” he says. y/n looks at him before going to her desk, “no look, i have my math stuff out!” she broadcasts. megumi rolls his eyes playfully before taking his bag to set up to. y/n shifts over to her bed letting megumi claim her desk. she looks over before saying “sorry if my friends were weird” megumi looks over to the girl before saying “no, it’s fine mine are worst.” y/n laughs “guess that’s why our friends get along so well” megumi lets a small chuckle fall out before leading the conversation into studying. the two begin to study until y/n starts to daze off like the last time they’ve met. megumi shoots a glare and her before closing his book and sighing. his sigh catches y/n’s attention before she sits up straight, “sorry, continue” “no its fine” “it’s fine?” the girl questions. “but aren’t you here to study?” megumi grows quiet at the words the girl just said. he thinks to himself for a moment before getting stopped in tracks. yeah he was here to study and bring an educational tactic to the girl, but in all honesty- he enjoyed y/ns company. he enjoyed having someone who got him right away and wasn’t pushy like everyone. he enjoyed having peace and a friend who was growing onto him faster than he wanted. the boy finally looks up trying to answer before y/n beats him to it? “what or do you just like hanging around me?” megumi is caught off guard by her words, did she see right through him? he looks up in shocked before y/n burst out in laughter. “megumi you should see the look on your face right now!” she gets off her bed before stretching her head, “whatever i think you’re pretty cool too i guess” megumis face quickly turns into a scowl before getting up and gently hitting her with his notebook, “you didn’t even let me answer” he replies. “but you’re okay i guess.” y/n rolls her eyes before lightly shoving him. y/n then looks at the time trying to test her luck, “uh so i know im bored, do you want to watch a movie or something..” she says the last words becoming quiet.” megumi tries to read the girl and looking at the time, it’s definitely late- but the way he can understand how shy she got after asking that- he couldn’t resist. “sure.” y/ns head shoots up before running over to the living room, she sets up the couch before yelling at megumi to get in. they both make it on the couch before, megumi intrudes the scene.

“what are watching..?” megumi hesitates before y/n jumps up, “10 things i hate about you”. “a romcom?” “yeah duh- what you don’t like them?” y/n replies dramatically. megumi looks at the girl mouth slightly apart, “i just didn’t take you for that type” y/n scrunches her eyebrows trying to defend herself before the movie starts, she then shushes the black haired boy and they settle in, watching the movie play. an hour and 37 minutes go by before the movie ends and y/n looks at megumi. “how’d you like it??” she asks excitedly, megumi looks down at the girl before criticizing the movie. “i mean it was okay but-.” “but?? don’t hate on what you can’t have megumi” y/n snaps back. megumi then proceeds to get up before saying “thank you for showing me something i can’t have, but i do have to go back to my dorm” he teases. y/n rolls her eyes “of course!! let me walk you out i guess” the two walk towards her dorm waving bye to each other before y/n yells “YOU DONT HAVE TO ASK TO STUDY TO HANG OUT WERE FRIENDS SOO” megumi looks back before putting his hand up to shows he understands, he slowly walks back to his dorm, red and a little shy after that, but this time with a small smile forming.

y/n locks the door before walking towards the kitchen to find herself meeting with maki. maki sits there with a judgmental glare leaning against the fridge. “you know it’s getting harder to defend you everyday right? y/n looks over to maki confused, “what- defend me from who?” maki walks over before putting a hand to her hair, “cmon y/n you and megumi, do you think toge just shuts the fuck up when he has a new ship to sail? or..” y/n then gets up to leave “maki, seriously we’re just friends” maki then stands before responding, “you show all your friends 10 things i hate about you?” y/n stands there silent before leaving, “whatever floats your boat maki! i’m going to practice!” maki laughs before yelling to her “why because you know megumi will be there to see you” y/n enters her room, not without flipping off her friend, that’s leaving laughing at her actions.

*while megumi and y/n are studying…*

authors notes:

hello hello! welcome to chapter 11! thank you for everyone who supporting this smau! in this chapter we’re seeing the development between the two “friends” and how their friendship will blossom into something deeper! thank you all for reading see yall chapter 12! <3

fun facts:

• y/n watches romcoms as a stress reliever from dance!

• megumi got there before y/n due to her being late and toge and maki took an opportunity to poke and investigate him

• nobara, toge and yuji became shippers a while ago but after their recent stream became bigger ones. (they def have a fan page for a megumi + y/n account…)

• the black swan variation is one of the hardest things to do, y/n’s feet has never hurt this much after a practice.

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[oatmealdaydreams]

SaSi: Incorrect Quotes - Vol. 4

Just random thoughts while I watched the video. Warning for drunk characters and spoilers!

the fact that Remus is on the thumbnail just made this my fave thing ever (Remus stan)

the lil intro jingle made me so happy to hear

starting off with Patton and a glass of wine - here we go

Remus' cackle and the "wasted!" - I love him (/p)

Pat, Ro, & Vi interrupting Logan's explanation with song is so fuckin' funny to me

Remus reads Roman's diary - classic sibling interaction

"Cup" / "This is a bowl" -> the ending got me

"Cry me a table" should be a phrase now and I will use it if only to cause some chaos <3

I love Janus' & Remus' dynamic so much, skdfsfjskd

"I did that on purpose, try again" skdsjkfjsd you lil asshole (/affectionate)

'height of stupidity' = Roman's height

I didn't expect that political joke in there, man (*insert the meme with the horse looking out to sea & the top text says 'man'*)

Patton is called Patton a lot

Thomas has some sense of self-worth for once & Virgil doesn't recognize him

Roman keeps getting hit in the eye

orange stress ball

"lesson learned" Janus is gonna throw it at Roman again, isn't he

"boop" / *explosion* -> I expect no less from Remus & Logan <3

microwaved ketchup = tomato soup, feat. Remus

Logan kills 100 people, a summary

Roman pushes on a locked door

Patton doesn't know how depression works

"take that depression" I will be using this out of context for the next five months

Intrulogical, my beloved

Logan makes a pun - proceeds to run away in terror

^(because of his fear of not being taken seriously & thought of as a joke bc he just wants to be important to someone, to anyone, and his perception of 'important' excludes indulging in pun humor)

"I beg your pardon" / "Then beg" -> HELLO??

Patton & Roman like cows. all cows are good cows bc they're adorable and I say so <3

Roman would cope by joking to deflect from the pain, he WOULD

^so would Patton, as seen in main storyline canon

^^theory: Patton (his Heart) & Roman (his Ego) do this because c!Thomas copes by making puns/jokes to deflect from the pain. this could mean many things concerning the Ego. may post about this more in-depth later

"those are wanted posters" it's bc Remus is wanted <3

Virgil, Get Some Sleep : a game Virgil does not like to play

oh hey, look, Sponsor

Patton doesn't think the Internet is dangerous (part of the Sponsor Time)

[Sponsor Time over!]

Virgil shuts the blinds on Janus while he's outside in a thunderstorm - glorious

Remus is Irish

"Disappointment" / "VIRGIL NO" -> ksfdksdfjdf I am Virgil in this instance

Janus doesn't take Roman seriously

THE BERT AND ERNIE JOKE, OMG

Analogical Love Confession

Remus pops out from the ceiling <3

"that's why I carry two swords" *big smile* / "no-" -> kfsjdfjs Roman looks so happy about his swords

Roman makes pudding at 4am bc ANGST. I mean, haha funny joke. but also ANGST

orange stress ball, pt. 2

Autistic Remus headcanon affirmed

Remus takes the words 'two large fries' literally - upset that he gets a bunch of average-sized fries

"My-reka!" -> will also be using this out of context for the next five months

Drunk Patton, omg

He would highlight everyone's face like that, he WOULD

UNICORN ONESIE, LOGAN'S IN HIS UNICORN ONESIE, YUSSSSSSSS

A great volume! Plenty of pairings, especially: Dukeceit, Intrulogical, Creativitwins, and Analogical <3

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I just need platonic hcs for the dorm leaders walking in on the first years doing shit like this

Note// These kinds of activities similar to that video are not meant to be encouraged btw---

*Twitches eyes*

What the bloody hxll-

Instead of doing homework- you're killing time with these kinds of games???

Off with your heads- I mean, to the penalty room...;;; (and no Ace, you're not going to have dessert today. )

After a lot of convincing, Riddle eventually hesitated until he just walked away- letting Trey take in charge in watching over the "kids" just because he needs alone time to 'reflect';;;

He be just blinking before not minding 0 craps about it.

He'll be just sleeping to play dead, no one wake him up of anyone gets stabbed in the process- it's not his problem/ih

He is technically dumping all his duties to Ruggie for the nth time--

Sniffs sniffs.... Did you say money???

I think Azul just got a capitalist moment once seeing that kind of ✨️money✨️ game-

I swear, what have they done--- now he is putting them into a chokehold and making similar different kinds of games against their will/ih

You are one step closer for convincing his lounge to become an even dangerous casino Ig/j

Would join the fun out of curiousity- but also a bit scared of where the knife is pointing----

"What culture does this game come from?" :0c

Internet, Sunshine./ih

Jamil later on catches him before dragging him away from the moving knife djfnfbbf freaking gives the first years a scolding and an earful---

Confiscates the money, gatekeeps the cleaner, and takes the knife away and Hands it to Rook (for the first years horror---)/ih

Or

"Out of my campus- I don't want these brainwashed games in my lawn. Do it somewhere else."

"I'm not responsible for any of you besides Epel- He must never ruin his face with unwanted cuts."

"Vil-san, not now...."💀/ih

He would never dare to step a single grass.... nor even that group. Ever/ih

He's always encountered as a floating tablet, but I swear if they also put his brother Ortho into it, he will sure sent them to hell/ih

This group is too extrovert for his liking,,, can't even handle this kind of chaotic energy-

ah? Hey! His behavior at competitive modes in games are a different story!!! Leave him alone <//3 /ih

Joins in without questioning. He's curious about these kinds of questionable human games....(which are not even normal unfortunately---)

He won't snitch on them if Prefect wants to...- (Malleus, pleaseeee;;; 😭)

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I know you mentioned being unsure if you’ll play more games - do you think you’ll do a second playthrough of datv? I only ask cause I know you’re interested in writing Neve meta and I found that it was really cool to see the different aspects of her characterization when Minrathous was saved vs. saving Treviso, and also I think there’s another layer of her character that really only gets explored in her romance route. I’d highly recommended it, but also it probably can be mostly gleaned from videos if you aren’t interested in playing again. I'm still unpacking it all, they really put the Good Stuff in her character

Hey anon,

Short answer: I do not know, and I'm going to just ask everyone to, very nicely, back off, and to please let me approach video games the way I do most new things, ie, treat me as a newly adopted shelter cat and let me poke around independently on my own terms. You may comment or ask on my current playthrough but any future plans re: literally anything are a subject I would like to close off for the time being. This is not your fault or a thing anyone would realize about me from an internet interaction, so I'm not mad or anything; I'm saying this just to set that boundary very clearly and very thoroughly.

slightly longer answer/elaboration. First is that I think there's something interesting to be said about how video games allow you to stop and rewind and see different facets, but I try to tread very carefully with meta in places where I am new, ie, I'll talk about my playthrough of Neve, but you'll notice I don't say SHIT about Solas or Morrigan other than shitposting. This is also why I didn't say much about FMA:B when I watched it, because I am not familiar with anime generally. I should stress again I didn't write meta for Critical Role until I'd binged the entirety of C1 in addition to being caught up with C2 and had been lurking for at least six months. I write meta, ultimately, for myself. Which ties into the second part, which is that, to continue to be very obvious here, I bought both the game and the system on which to play it the morning of November 6th for reasons of "I was going to do this later, but I feel terrible and I'd like to do something that I think will be enjoyable and a forcible block on doomscrolling." And so to that end, there is something deeply...I don't know if "cathartic" is the word since she hasn't really experienced any catharsis in my run yet, but something very...helpful about watching Neve say "I think Minrathous is broken, and it's gotten more broken, and I feel angry and betrayed about that, but I still hate how Aelia says it's broken because she and I mean very different things when we say that and I am still going to do the work I've always done despite it all."