#I was playing on it on a computer rather than my phone and someone saw the ads on the side of the screen oooof that was hard to explain

[chibishortdeath]

I have drawn Simon again :)

The fourth image is based on the art for a Vocaloid song lol, “Leming-ming” by Kairikibear . And the last two are outfits from some dress up games I was playing around on.

But yeah! Actually posting new art, I drew these yesterday!!! Wahoo! d(^^ )

[afictionalwhor3]

Hitting the Books

IceHockey!Cregan x Tutor!Reader

Summary: Cregan has to get tutoring after being put on academic probation, but he doesn't expect to fall for his tutor

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, cursing, a small amount of angst

Word Count: 4.3k

"Yeah Jace I'll talk to you later I'm about to walk into the tutoring center now," Cregan says with a sigh as he holds the door open for someone and walks in.

"AHAHAHA I forgot you had that. Bye loser have fun" Jace laughs in his ear before hanging up the phone.

"Dickhead" Cregan grumbles under his breath walking up to the front desk to check himself in, "Cregan Stark. It's my first time here. My session is supposed to be at twelve" He tells the man sitting behind the desk. He watches him type something in the computer and thinks about the series of decisions that landed him here. He knew he was slacking in school, not going to class, not turning in assignments. But in his defense with hockey season starting all those things seemed irrelevant. He found himself in an increased role this year and the team looked better than ever. He was ecstatic about the season and would go as far as to say this could be the year they win the conference. After coming so close in the past, he felt like this could be it. Now he watched as the best thing in his life could be taken from him. His coach brought him into the office to let him know he was on academic probation until further notice. This included spontaneous class checks, weekly academic checkups, and tutoring at least twice a week. He was one wrong step away from not just getting kicked off the team but kicked out of school all together. That was something he could not afford. 

"Y/n is gonna be your tutor she is at table six" the man behind the desk says and he nods his head walking to the back and finding multiple tables placed around the room. Spaced out far enough to grant each one some respective form of privacy. The large windows that surrounded the room allowed plenty of light to illuminate the area and granted views of campus. The view was beautiful and had Cregan momentarily entranced. Coming back to reality he looked around, seeing a few people scattered across the room when he finally saw a table labeled with the number six on it. He began walking towards it where a girl was currently sat. She appeared to be deep in thought with headphones covering her ears and typing quickly on her laptop. 

"Excuse me," Cregan starts as he approaches "I'm looking for Y/n, I'm here for tutoring" He states plainly watching as you take off your headphones, smile, and stand up extending your hand towards him,

"You must be Cregan. Nice to meet you I'm Y/n" You say as he takes your outstretched hand shaking it and giving you a tight lipped smile. You sit once again moving your laptop to the side and putting your headphones away "Twice a week for two hours is our schedule right?" You ask and Cregan nods his head with a sigh. He could think of approximately a hundred other places he would rather be than here. You weren’t an idiot and you could definitely pick up that vibe from him. You also knew who he was, one of your friends had a boyfriend on the hockey team so you had seen him around. And the only time athletes came into the tutoring center was when they were about to be academically ineligible to play, so you knew why he was here. Determined to make the best out of the current situation you smile and ask, "What do you want to start with? It can be anything you might be having trouble with," You ask while watching him slowly take out a laptop and notebook. He sighs again turning it on,

"I guess my calc class? That and my writing class are probably my worst grades right now," He says as he shows you what he is learning and you begin to explain it to him. 

And that is how it goes between the two of you. Cregan always shows up on time, polite despite being disinterested, and your conversations revolve solely around academics. Not that it bothered you too much. He was never rude but you could tell when your words were going in one ear and out the other. You were getting paid regardless, and he if wanted to flunk out of school despite your help that was his business. You sometimes thought in different circumstances you may try your luck with him. Because despite his indifference, there was no denying how attractive he was. Those stormy grey eyes that only got prettier as the weather got colder, chestnut locks that he sometimes likes to put in a bun at the base of his neck, and a tall lean build he often hid beneath hoodies and sweats but you could still make out. Contrary to his teammates you hadn’t heard much about him sleeping around, but you had to assume a man on his level got his fair share. It was week three and you were sat next to him at the tutoring center trying to help him work through a question while these thoughts floated around the back of your head. In the middle of explaining he cut you off going, 

"Wait I think I get this. All I have to do is," He starts and works out the rest of the problem on his own. You laugh slightly in disbelief. Maybe beneath acting like he was too cool for this, he was actually paying attention and learning. You nodded your head as you double-checked his work, 

"Wow exactly. Good job," You say smiling proudly and looking at him. For the first time, he returns the smile giving you a genuine one as he inputs the answer in his computer. You notice a notification fall across his screen as he does so,

"Oh shit my essay was graded," He says and you watch him quickly click around so he could pull the grade up. 

"The one we worked on last week?" You question and watch as he nods in response. The tab loads and you watch him scroll down and the grade on the screen reads, 74. You watch him visibly deflate as he sees the grade. Despite having to force it out of him you knew he put his all into that paper. You also knew it was the first assignment he was proud of and you did not like the cold and sad feeling that ran through you seeing how disappointed he was. You put what you hoped was a comforting hand on his shoulder while he looked at you. "Well, it’s not completely terrible. It’s around the class average so at least you know it isn’t just you. What have you been getting on essays this semester?" You ask and he shrugs

"Honestly? This is the first one I've submitted in a while" He says sheepishly a small smile pulling at his lips and you sigh trying to contain your own smile.

"Well, then this a great starting place. Don’t be disappointed. I’ll have you producing A-plus essays in no time,” You say and at this, he scoffs and then rolls his eyes.

"I appreciate the confidence, and you’re a pretty good teacher, but I'm not an A student. I live more in the low to mid C range," He states and you proceed to pinch him making Cregan flinch away from you rubbing his shoulder.

"With that shitty attitude, I can see why. You just said I’m a good teacher, therefore I’m gonna get you to an A, at the very least a B-” You say confidently staring him down. He leans back in his seat feeling hot under your intense gaze.

"Alright, alright. I’m just letting you know it won’t be an easy feat,” He says and you shake your head.

“To this day I have yet to turn down a good challenge,” You say smirking and open up the assignment to see the comments his teacher left.

You considered that day to be the turning point in your dynamic. From that day on Cregan began to open up considerably. He was more attentive during your sessions and you could see how much he was progressing in all his classes. He started arriving earlier and earlier spending the time before your session talking about anything but school. You learned he had a half sister and he lived up north so he grew up playing hockey. The more you got to know him the more you began to like him which was doing terrible things to your body. You found yourself growing increasingly nervous in his presence. Every time he laughed or teased you, a swarm of butterflies seemed to take flight in your stomach. Just the sight of him was enough to send your heart racing. Previously when you would see him around campus he pretended he didn’t see you and increased his pace. Now he waved and if he wasn’t on his way somewhere, stopped to talk to you. You had no idea what these new feelings would mean for you going forward. Your friends told you that you should say something but the last thing you wanted is for the feelings to be unreciprocated. He would probably get a new tutor and above all else, you were incredibly proud of his progress and wanted to continue to watch him grow. It had been six weeks since you started tutoring Cregan and the two of you exchanged numbers in case he had questions when you weren’t together. And occasionally he sent you a tik tok or two. You were sitting in the library working on homework when you got his text,

Cregan: Y/n

Cregan: Wya? 

You: Main library… why? 

Cregan: Second floor in the quiet spot in the back? 

You: Yea why what’s up? 

Cregan: Okay stay there I’m coming rn

Cregan: Gotta show you something urgently

His last text had you in a cold sweat. What the hell could he possibly have to show you. The thoughts ran rampant in your head. Above all else you hoped he was okay because of the urgency of his text messages. You did your best to refocus on your work but couldn’t help but nervously pick at your nails until you saw him walking down one of the rows of shelves. You stood up as he walked towards you, his steps quick and smile wide. “What is up with you?” You ask confused as he gets close enough and pulls a paper out to show you. When he gets close enough you take it out of his hands and look it over realizing it’s his last math test. At the top circled in red reads, 92. 

“Holy shit a 92?!” You say loudly and then remember where you were as he nods his head picking you up easily and spinning you in a circle. You gasp laughing while he spins you around. “Cregan put me down oh my god,” You say in between laughs as he brings you back to the ground softly a big smile on his face. 

“This is all because of you. I could have never done this without you,” He sates and you shake your head, 

“Absolutely not, I may have pushed you in the right direction but you put the hard work in. I’m so proud of you. I told you I’d make you an A+ student now let’s get that writing grade up,” You say with a smile and comfortable silence falls over the two of you as Cregan admires you. He had always thought you were pretty, but now it was as if the world had sharpened into focus, and he was truly seeing you for the first time. You had a blush on that made your cheeks look adorable, your smile was bright enough to illuminate the room, and your lips looked soft and so kissable. About two minutes go bye before he realizes he has been staring at you for longer than socially acceptable. 

“Well I have to get practice, it’s at six, but I wanted to show you my grade first. I knew you’d be proud,” He said and you smiled back at him and then quickly checked your watch the time reading 5:55. 

“Cregan you have five minutes and the rink is on the other side of campus,” You say and he nods his head in understanding and shrugs. 

“Yeah I know. I still wanted to show you.” He says and you feel your face heat up at his admission. “Oh and I wanted to invite you… and your friends to the hockey house this Saturday. We have off so we’re throwing if you’d like to come. I would personally like you to be there. We can celebrate our big achievement,” He says hopefully trying to gauge your reaction. 

“Well if you personally want me there, and I do love celebrating accomplishments. I think I’ll see you there,” You smirk looking at him and watch as he fist pumps the air and starts backing up to leave. 

“Awesome. It starts at 10 I’ll see you there,” He says and you wave and watch as he runs out of the library. He ended up being twenty minutes late to practice and did sprints for every minute he missed. It didn’t matter though because you were coming to his party Saturday. 

~~

“Y/n you look great c’mon…. It’s already 11,” your roommate says standing at the door with your two other friends you were going out with. You sigh playing with your hair one more time nervously and double checking yourslef in the mirror before you walk over to them and you guys begin the trek from the dorms to hockey house. 

“Yeah y/n you look hot I’m sure Cregan will be alllll over you when he sees you” your friend teases running her hands over you while you push her away and everyone laughs. 

“Oh shut up all of you let’s just get there it’s cold,” You say wrapping your arms around yourself. Your jeans did the work of keeping your legs warm but the shirt, which you could barely call a top with how little material it was, had you freezing in the January air. The hockey house was in sight with people hanging outside and music blasting out of it. You walk inside with no problems and are immediately greeted by the hot, humid environment. Your friends smile at you, they loved a good party and you smiled back. It has been a while since you went out and you were thankful for the reprieve for how crazy school had been. You guys grab some juice and make your way back to the dancing area. You see Cregan’s friend Jace behind the DJ stand as you and your friends get lost in the music. 

After a while your roommate leans over to whisper in your ear so you could hear her “Where is Cregan? I haven’t seen him,” She says and you look around curiously. Between the pregame and the jungle juice you had a nice buzz going as a smile took over your face. 

“I’m gonna go get some more juice and look for him I’ll be back,” You say as she nods and goes back to dancing. You find the kitchen to refill your cup and hopefully find Cregan. You walk into the space and look around the people in the room when your cup falls out of your hand. Tears burn at your waterline as you see Cregan and a girl pressed against the counter. Her arms are wrapped securely around his neck while his hands rest on her hips. You clench your fists tightly trying to prevent yourself from crying as you storm away to find your friends. 

Cregan pushes the girl away as she looks at him confused while he shakes his head “Sorry I’m not really into this. I’m looking for someone,” He says walking away and going back into the main room looking for you. You find your roommate whispering in her ear, 

“I’m ready to go. I need to leave,” You say and she looks at you confused but the glossy nature of your eyes has her nodding her head and taking your hand. Your two other friends stay as you two make your way back to the dorm and you explain what you saw. 

Despite being able to see over most of the people there it doesn’t help Cregan find you. It was almost midnight, you should have been here by now. He goes up to the DJ stand to ask Jace, 

“Did you see Y/n tonight?” He asks and Jace looks out at the crowd where you once were and sees only the two other girls you came with. 

“She was here with those girls over there but it looks like she’s gone,” Jace says going back to spinning and Cregan deflates. It looks out at the crowd defeated before he pulls out his phone text you. 

Cregan: Hey, you still coming tonight?

He waits and waits for a resposne but nothing. You see his text and choose to ignore it. When you don’t answer he finds it hard to find fun in this party deciding to call it early. You don’t answer any of Cregan’s texts all weekend and Sunday you send him a text

You: No sessions this week. 

Cregan reads the text waiting for an explantion that never comes. 

Cregan: Okay… is everything okay? 

You: Yup. Not feeling the best 

Cregan: Oh ok. Feel better 🙂

Cregan once again waits for a response that never comes. During the week he sends you a few tiktoks that remind him of you, and a couple questions about his class work. However, every one is left on delivered. Whatever bug you caught must have got you good. After practice Friday Cregan wanted to stop by to check up on you but suddenly realized he had no clue where you lived. Remembering Benjicot’s girlfriend was a friend of yours, he asked him to ask her for your building information. In the meantime, he went to the store to grab your favorite snacks, candies, and then employed the help of his sister to find out what else would make a sick girl feel better. By the time he gets back to his car, Ben has sent him your info which makes him smile. A short drive later Cregan finds himself standing before your door and suddenly paralyzed by nerves. What was he doing here? Sure you two had gotten closer in the last few weeks, but that didn’t mean you wanted to see him. You also hadn’t responded to him all week, maybe there was a good reason behind this. Maybe what you had was extremely contagious and he was compromising himself. This had to be one of his stupidest ideas yet. All of a sudden the plastic bag in his hand felt like a ton of bricks. But this whole week he’d missed you in a way he didn’t think possible. Without realizing it, you had gently woven yourself into Cregan's heart, becoming someone he cherished more than he ever thought possible. Before he had a chance to talk himself out of this anymore, your door opened and your roommate stood before him. She gulped before yelling over her shoulder, 

“Y/n! Someone’s here for you!” She fixes the bag on her shoulder before walking by him “Good luck,” She says walking away. Cregan looks at her confused then back through the door watching as you walk out your room. You didn’t look sick, maybe a little bit sad, but still gorgeous in his eyes. The door was beginning to close so Cregan stepped inside despite not being entirely invited in. He smiles as you get closer holding up the bag but before he can speak you hold up a hand cutting him off, 

“Why the hell are you here? I told you no sessions this week. Did your coach not get the email I sent him?” You ask as he looks at you confused. 

“Yes I know and yes he did but you said you were sick and you weren’t answering your texts. I figured you were really sick and I wanted to come check up on you and make sure you were okay. You seem fine and well I brought your favorite snacks,” He says trying his luck again holding up the bag with a smile but getting nothing but a glare back from you. 

“You really shouldn’t have. Like really shouldn’t have. You can take yourself, and your bag, and get the hell outta here,” You say and Cregan is now completely confused. You have never been this brash with him, even when he was sort of a dick at the beginning of your tutoring sessions. He drops his arm in defeat and tilts his head while looking at you, 

“Y/n what is going on? I’m starting to get the sense there is something more going on here,” Cregan says stepping closer to you. You laugh dryly looking at him, 

“No shit. I know you were pretty dumb but you have to be smarter by now,” You say and watch as Cregan takes a step back and you watch hurt immediately fill his eyes. Now you feel your heart wrench. You should not have said that. That cold feeling wraps around your spine the same way it did all those weeks ago at seeing the sad look in Cregan’s eyes. Despite how much you might be hurting that was a blow too low and you knew deep down you didn’t mean it. You pinch the bridge of your nose taking a deep breath “I’m sorry Cregan. That was- fucked up. You aren’t dumb I promise I’m just. I don’t want to speak to you,” You say looking at him again as he rests the bag on your coffee table. 

“Okay… Can I ask where this is coming from or are you going to call me dumb again?” He asks and you sigh suddenly feeling like the one that’s the dick. You cross your arms across your chest and let yourself speak without thinking, 

“Maybe you should ask the girl whose tongue you had down your throat. I’m sure she has all the answers you’re looking for,” You say snarkily while rolling your eyes at the image. Cregan feels his eye twitch because since the door opened he has only gotten more confused. He closes his eyes so he can think hard about what you’re talking about and then remembers on Saturday there was this random girl that kissed him. But he doesn’t know how you could have seen that because it lasted no more than thirty seconds. He did not want to kiss her, maybe you but you left before he could find you. 

“That random girl from the party? She kissed me first and it didn’t last very long. Why would you even care about it?” Cregan asks the big picture to all of this still lost to him. Y/n puts her head in her hands laughing before looking at him once again,

“You cannot be serious right now. You must be joking. Like this is some big prank right?” You ask as Cregan shakes his head no. “I like you stupid. Holy shit I fucking like you. A lot more than I should and I know this is what I get for liking an athlete and especially one of you hockey guys. All you do is play girls and break hearts and that’s what I get for liking you. Fucking stupid I am to think you would like me back. You’re right I don’t know why I would care about you kissing some random girl all I am to you is a means to an end. On that note you know how inappropriate this is because I literally tutor you so-” you are cut off by Cregan pressing a searing kiss to your lips. His large hand grips your hip while the other cups your face. After about a minute he pulls away to look at you. 

“Sorry, you were rambling. Y/n I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I know the reputation of the guys on my team. I’m here to tell you I’m not like them. At the moment that probably isn’t believable, but I promise I’ll do whatever it takes to prove you otherwise. I’m not here to break your heart, I don’t do that. Especially to a woman like you. You are truly one of a kind. I kissed her, but it ended almost as quickly as it began—because at that moment, I knew she wasn’t the one my heart truly longed for. That day in the library I should have told you this, but I was scared. I’m not scared now though. I don’t like you being mad at me, at all. Whatever by laws we are breaking by being together, fuck it. You are worth indefinite academic probabtion. I don’t wanna speak for you but I would like to see where this goes. Me and you. A relationship outside of you being my teacher.” He says with a smile at the end as you look at him smiling and then slap him softly which takes him by shock. 

“If I ever, ever catch you kissing another girl I’m cutting your dick off and I’m not fucking playing.” you say and Cregan thinks about laughing but your glare levels him and he nods his head quickly. Now it is your turn to smile and pull him to press another one of those searing kisses to your lips. It was everything you imagined it to be and more. You pull away to catch your breath and hold him close, “I hope you know this doesn’t mean I’m letting up on you at all,” You say and Cregan smile reflects yours. 

“I expected nothing less. I hope you know this means I will be accepting kisses as rewards for good grades. And maybe a little more later on.” he whispers pinching your butt and making you giggle before pressing his lips against yours one more time.

[jistagrams]

best interest p.sh

pairing: park sunghoon x fem! reader

warnings: smut, zestyish jokes (Jake and sunghoon are basically In love idk), cursing, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it!!), kinda mean? dom sunghoon, pervert sunghoon, slight choking, not proofread, lmk if I missed anything!

minors dni!!

Friday 6:10 pm

what sunghoon didn't expect was to fall in love with you, living together just made him crazy, seeing you walk around in a big tee with just panties under?? yeah. "She won't even let jay hit" sunghoon ranted to his friend on facetime, "maybe shes a virgin and she's saving it for someone special" Jake replied, placing a kiss on his girlfriends head turning off his mic. "I'm someone special!" Hoon whined throwing his phone on his bed, "I guess not to her" Jake turned his mic back on snickering. "Should I fuck her best friend to get revenge.." he started questioning his own existence, hes never been this crazy over someone. did you cast a love spell on him or something? "her best friend is haechan" Jake set up his phone on the table, showing him as he put his headphones on and turning on his console. "ok nevermind. would rather kiss you than fuck haechan" "you would kiss me?" "hell no." "then why say it you got my hopes up" "..jake shut the fuck up" Jake laughs as the light from his computer reflected on his face. "yk what you should do, try and seduce her" he proposed, "that doesn't sound that bad, how would I even do that" sunghoon replies, finally picking his phone up from the bed to walk into the kitchen. "mmm, since y'all live together try walking around like shirtless or like... loudly jerking off??" Jake bit his nails while thinking, "holy shit your gonna make me get a restraining order" sunghoon laughed out loud, hearing the door unlock he quickly hung up and texted Jake "she's home, gonna take ur advice istg if she calls the cops on me you'll never see ur stupid apex acc again."

Friday 8:56 pm

he was nervous, obviously. he wasn't nervous about how he looked, he knew he looked good. he was just nervous on how your reaction would be, he hyped himself up in his room for a bit. doing some pushups till he walked out of his room shirtless knowing your in the kitchen, "yn" he spoke out to you, making you turn around to look at him. "why are u naked" was the first thing you said to him since you got home. "gonna take a shower, u cooking anything?" "Nah, I'm ordering food I'm just in here eating chips", clearly looking unfazed, "should we order something then?" He replied. Walking into the kitchen, sweats hanging low. Showing a obvious bulge, "I'll just get pizza u go take a shower, you stink like sweat" you looked away from his piercing gaze. He chuckled, "mm, ok let me know when the food comes I'll get it" he says while walking away and into the bathroom, quickly locking it and holding his head in his hands.

sunghoon : She won't even look at me 😭😭💔💔💔💔💔😢

Jake : maybe ur js butt ugly.

sunghoon : this is not helping idiot

Jake : did u walk around shirtless 🌚

sunghoon : YES BRO. even wore my baggy jeans to show extra 🤬😡

Jake : what if she's into girls...omg sunghoon I'm cooking here

sunghoon : only thing ur cooking is that burnt ass hair.

Jake : fuck u times 10 😒

sunghoon : u wanna fuck me 🌚

Jake : my gf just saw that msg without seeing the name I hope yn never ends up liking you.

sunghoon : CHILL BRO

he took a shower while blasting music, thinking on what his next plan was. he got out of the shower, black hair dripping water as he wrapped a towel around his waist. he looked in the mirror as he thought of a idea, he picked up his phone as some random rap song played, he took a picture shirtless. Sending it to Jake to confirm if it was cute or not.

sunghoon : *image attached*

Jake : wrong person

sunghoon : u fucking airhead is it cute or not

Jake : oh LMFAOOO

Jake : it's cute, who's it for

sunghoon : baefy yn

Jake : atp send her a dick pic

sunghoon : should i

Jake : yea if u wanna get blocked

as he turned his music off he heard you yelling for him from the living room. He quickly threw on his boxers and sweats, getting out as he put his phone in his pocket. "what's wrong?" He asked standing Infront of you, once again. Wearing baggy sweats but instead of them damn near falling off they are tied with the string. "do u not have any shirts or something, also the pizzas here" you handed him the money for the tip, he grabs it and walks to the door. "thanks" he smiled at the young woman handing him the pizza who was basically drooling. "can I get your number" she sheepishly asked. You looked at them in disgust, looking at the girl as sunghoon laughed and said no. He closed the door, walking back over to you, flopping on the couch and putting the pizza on the table. "why didn't you give her your number?" You asked, "wasn't interested" he shrugged, picking up a piece of pizza. Watching whatever you put on. "Lame."

Saturday 10:43 pm

he was hard. Extremely horny. to the point where he thought he might cum at barely sliding down his shorts. he thought back to the call he had with Jake yesterday, "jerk off loudly, yeah if I wanna be seen as a perv" he scoffed and slid down his shorts and boxers in one go. thinking if he should get off to a picture of you or just some random video on pornhub, he decided on a random video on pornhub. last thing he wants to be is a pervert (even tho he already jerks off to your pictures anyways..) he whined softly as he held his dick in his hand. fuck it. He loaded in on Instagram and stalked your account as his hand slid up and down his shaft. soft moans escaping his throat while looking through your highlights till he found his favorite picture, one of you and him at the beach. bathing suit top hugging your chest so well, making sunghoon's hand go faster on his already red cock, precum dribbling out his slit. His finger accidentally slipping and liking the year old photo. Shit. Shit shit shit. just as he was freaking out his load started shooting out, landing on his black shirt and blankets. his moan was loud, extremely loud. He only realized till after calming down from his high that 1. He sounded like a porn film and 2. He liked your story. He cleaned himself off with the shirt he was wearing, taking it off and throwing it in his laundry basket. Pulling his boxers and shorts up, grabbing another shirt from his drawer. just as he put his shirt on he heard his door swing open, "why you stalking me" you smirked at sunghoon, sitting on his chair in his room. "wasnt stalking you" he side eyed you as he continued to put on his shirt, looking down to notice a cum stain on his shorts cursing to himself, "I needa change my shorts. U gonna stay or what" he asked, looking at you. you turned around in the spin chair, he quickly took off his shorts and grabbed another pair. Putting them on and laying on his bed, "you can look now" he said, picking up his phone to see who texted him. "sunghoon" you called out to him, scooting closer to the bed until you gave up and laid on the bed next to him, "hm?" He replied. Sending a quick text to Jake and going on TikTok, "you should be quieter when you jerk off. not everyone wants to hear that when they wanna call their friend" you smiled at him teasingly as he looked at you before flicking your head with the same hand he used to jerk off with. You got up from his bed and left, sunghoon closed his door with his foot , sending another text to Jake. "Your dead meat."

Thursday 12:29 am

it's been 4 days since he started trying to seduce you, key word. Trying. everytime he jerked off you would just ignore it, same with him walking around in just sweats. he's at the point where he might as well walk around naked, he let our a frustrated sigh as he stood up from his bed. going to your room to get his charger that he lent you a few hours prior, maybe god was on his side or he was just lucky as hell. He opened the door to see you fucking yourself on a dildo. He feels like he could die from happiness right now, you were quick to slide the dildo out of you and cover yourself up. "Oh. My bad" he said, grabbing his charger from your side table. Your face was red, "sunghoon" you quietly called out. "what? ur not done with the charger?" He asked, looking at you covered by your purple sheets. You shook your head, "you wanna help?" you asked, uncovering your body.

Thursday 9:12am

he really has to stop dreaming of you. He woke up hard as shit, all because of that stupid dream. Like he would walk in on your masturbating? Yeah right. He sat up from his bed and groggily walked into the kitchen, he ignored you as he grabbed a water bottle and chugged it. You were quick to notice the very obvious bulge, swallowing your spit while you looked at his back. imagining how it would look after you scratched it during sex. Or how his hands would feel on your body, how his fingers would feel inside of you. Ok yn. Enough of these lewd thoughts. That's your friend your thinking of, your really hot friend. "u wanna make breakfast?" he said, his hot breath on your neck. you felt goosebumps, how did he get behind you so quick? the hell? "not hungry right now so no" you answered, not daring to turn around. "But I'm hungry" he mumbled resting his head on your shoulder. "Make your own food loser" you quickly spoke, moving quick to your room. he smirked to himself, he finally got to you. He's definitely gonna tell Jake about this.

Thursday 5:01 pm

"yn" you hummed as you focused on your show. "Are you a virgin" he asked, you nearly choke on your spit. "What kind of question is that?" You stare at him in shock. Sunghoon shrugged, not looking away from the tv. "Are you?" He asked again. "No sunghoon. I'm not a virgin. Are you?" You spoke with a small attitude in your voice, "nope" he replied, popping the p. "Are you lesbian?" He asked another question. "no. What the hell are these questions??" You shifted your whole body towards him. "So why don't you look my way." He finally looked at you, once again. Staring with a piercing gaze. "What do you mean by that" you know exactly what he means. "Why don't you show any interest in me" the fuck? You always show interest in him, why do you think you wear just shirts around the house? "I do" doesn't seem like it. "I like you yn." He finally expressed his feelings that were making him go insane. "me too" your voice was barley heard, "you like yourself too?" He smiled and chuckled softly. "No I like you too" you smiled back, feeling shy at the sudden confessions. "You know I love you" he said, scooting closer. Holding your face as he pressed a soft kiss on your lips, "I would hope so, why are you saying it so early though" you snickered, "cause I'm about to fuck you like I don't" his smile was so innocent you almost didn't register what he said, he's gonna fuck you like he doesn't? Hell yeah.

Thursday 5:30 pm

your not sure how you ended up in sunghoon's bed, laying on your back as he slurped up your juices. Spewing random shit as he ate you out, "been waiting like...months for this moment" his chin was glistening from eating you out. Sticking two fingers inside to bring you closer to your climax, and you were quick to hit it. Gripping onto his hand that was sliding in and out of you, helping you ride your high out. "that was good huh?" He smiled up at you. giving him a tired nod, he slipped his fingers out of you and sat up. Kissing your lips before sticking his fingers in your mouth to taste yourself, he was different from any other men you've slept with. No man would do this, besides sunghoon apparently. He took his fingers out of your mouth after you sucked them clean, praising you softly as he pulled his boxers down. Slapping his dick on your pussy, "you ready?" You nodded. He entered slowly, groaning out while you pulled him down to hold onto him. Clawing on his back, when he fully bottomed out you realized he was huge. Like 6 inches huge. Sliding back out just to thrust back in, he kept his quite fast pace while you rambled about something he wasn't paying attention to. only thing he was focused on was how good you felt around him, almost too good. "fuck, gonna cum soon if you keep clenching like that" he moaned out, kissing your cheek as he whined and moaned in your ear. "sunghoon" you sighed out, "yeah baby?" he answered. Lifting himself up, keeping his hands on your tits as you rambled about how good he felt. "I know love" he hummed back, sliding out. "doggy style baby" you were quick to get into the position and he was quick to slide right back in, you felt him deeper than you did just a few seconds ago. Arms already weak, making sunghoon hold you up. He was hitting places you didn't even know he could hit, "already fucked out?" He snickered, his hand snaking up to your neck to apply pressure. you immediately felt yourself let go and cum, "i-im cumming" you whined out, holding onto his arm. "I know" He replied, letting you go to fall onto the bed. fucking you harder than he already was, "gonna cum inside n ruin you for every other man" he grunted in your ear,trying to chase his own high. "fuck, taking it so well. who fucks you the best?" He moaned, "y-you" you were extremely sensitive, you felt another climax coming. it came too fast to even warn sunghoon, all he felt was tons of juice on his abs and hips. "Holy shit you just squirted" he spoke in pure shock, still fucking you as he praises you. you were a mess, tears were streaming down your cheeks as sunghoon finally came inside, "m' cumming pretty" he sighed out as he came, rocking his hips slowly. "you did so good for me baby" he slid out and kneeled down, he was quick to latch onto your pussy to clean you up. "w-wait sunghoon" you gasped out, "I'm almost done love" he reassured you, he was right. He had fully cleaned you up and laid down beside you, holding you softly. placing kisses on your face, both of you falling asleep

Friday 10:13 am

yeah. His back does look hot with a bunch of scratch marks. "does your back hurt?" You asked, embarrassed from how many there are. "nah, even if it did I think it would be worth it" he smiled as he poured coffee for you, kissing your forehead and placing a arm around your waist. maybe Jake was right, after all his advice did get sunghoon here.

[megumishousewife]

Megumi x Chubby! Gamer (Final Part)

part one part two

This might be the final part of this series, but I can expand on it later if everyone would like that. I hope you guys enjoy this!! Also Gojo and Geto make an appearance as Megumi's "parents".

(f/c)= favorite color

Megumi sat alone at his laptop, waiting for you to send your number. He had kicked Nobara and Yuji out so he didn't have any distractions (or annoying background people). On his pc, he watched you smile at your fans' comment, your chubby cheeks glowing at their compliments and goodbyes as you close the stream. Megumi was a little too prideful to admit that he has been watching you for almost five months before the whole Twitter incident. He can admit though that he saw why people liked you: you're funny, had a charisma, and you were just naturally a people's person. Megumi felt himself devloping a streamer crush on you as well...he'd die rather than admitting it though. You were waving bye to the chat as you were logging off.

"Bye guys! I will see you all next stream and maybe. Just maybe...I will be with Megumi on here," you said.

Megumi almost dropped his computer when you said his real name. I guess since you guys are really doing a stream together then there's a comfortablity to call each other by yalls real names. After discovering you, he might as well call you a fan (no denying that). Not too long after you got off stream, he got an email of your number and immediately dialed it. It was bad enough Megumi had to speak to you off the dome, no script, just talking like normal people. He was way more nervous for this than he expected. Suddenly, he was regretting kicking his friends out but his thoughts suppressed when your voice came over the line.

"Hello, this is Y/N here," you said.

Megumi cleared his throat and spoke, "Hey, it's Megumi. I just wanted to go over some things for our stream and how we should do this. This is my first collaboration without my friends so..."

You giggled on the phone.

"No worries, this is my first too! I can come over to your place if you would like and then we can sort out the rest of the matter the day off."

Megumi smiled, "That great, I'm really excited to be working with you."

You said the same and the converstion from there on out flowed naturally. It was true you just had a way with words but he also appreciated that you took some type of charge with the collab even though this was your first time engaging with another streamer for content. He wa shappy that you were just as eager as he was to do this stream with him, given this is his first stream with someone outside of his friend group. However, this was your special stream so he wanted to treat it as delicately as possible.

Megumi sent you his address and you were practically kicking your feet. You wanted to mute the phone just so you could scream out in joy that you were going to meet THE Megumi Fushiguro. You wrote his address down and as he yapped about how much of a great opportunity this was to him, you searched up his address and noticed this part of Tokyo. Hopping back to the conversation, you two set the day for Friday. However, you ended up staying on the phone with Megumi for hours! He didn't even know the time had passed by until he looked up at his pc and saw it was 3 am.

"I didn't mean to keep you up so long. You literally got off your stream at 11!" Megumi chuckled.

You yawned, not caring how sleepy you were, "It was nice talking to you though."

Megumi didn't expect to like your sleepy voice over the phone. You already had his swoon over your passion for video games and content creation, on top of that you were so cute. He could listen to you talk for hours about Outlast or the latest horror game you played. He also learned about how you got into Twitch was pretty simliar to him getting on the app. Your friend recommended it so you could make money for doing what you love most. Plus your bubbly personality would make it hard to not subscribe and hear more of your jokes and stories. As much as Megumi would like to hear more, you two wished each other goodnight.

Friday came like a flash. You got up at 10 am to get ready and make your way over across town to meet Megumi. You wore a cropped top and a skirt to make a simple, cute outfit. You grabbed your camera and your controller because you always bring it in case someone doesn't have an extra controller. You hopped on a train, taking in the beautiful scenery of Tokyo, recording for your vlog. Once getting off, you grabbed a coffee to give yourself an energy boost for the rest of the day. You walked to the address and ten minutes later, you were standing in front of a high rise apartment complex in a daze. Megumi was definetly getting that gamer bag and his place showed that. You texted him that you were in the lobby and he sent back quickly that he was already there. That's when you heard someone call your name.

"Y/N!" You knew it was Megumi but your heart fluttered at him just simply saying your name. You looked up from your phone and saw the dark haired boy walking towards you. He had on a black tee with gray sweats on, something you felt like he would wear. You smiled wide and walked over to him.

"Hey Megumi! I'm really excited to be working with you."

He pjut his hands in his pocket, "Same here, let's go up to my place so we can set up for the stream. It's already 10:30 so we should be able to do a noon stream."

You nodded and entered the elevator. The ride up wasn't exactly silent. It was more suffocating because you were going to be alone with him for a while. He asked about the ride over and you said that it was fine and peaceful. Megumi nodded as yous stepped off the elevator and you two were greeted by two men: a man with white hair and sunglasses and another with long black hair. The white hair man gasped when he saw Megumi and looked in between the both of you.

"Megumi, A GIRLFR-"

Megumi groaned, "It's not like that! Y/N, please meet Gojo. He was legal guardian. Sorry, I forgot to warn you that he would be here."

Megumi blushed as Gojo took your hand and shook it furiously.

"I'm Gojo Satoru! Nice to meet you and as he said I was his legal guardian but you can really say that I'm his dad."

Megumi grumbled again, "Stop saying that."

Gojo ignored him and introduced the man beside, "This is my partner Geto. We were visiting Megumi before we left for our anniversary trip."

Geto shook your hand in a politely and gentle manner as well as smiling warmly. He gripped Gojo's shoulder, giving him a que that he should leave Megumi alone and get going.

"Alright Megumi, Gojo and I will call you when we land and we will send plenty of pictures," Geto said as he got on the elevator.

The four of us said our goodbyes and farewells. Megumi walked you down to the front door of his apartment and opened the door.

"Here we are," he said.

Megumi's apartment was similar to what you thought it would be like. LED lights in the living room and horror movie posters behind the couches, the kitchen and living room was decorated with gray and black. It fitted perfectly to his personality. Megumi crossed the living room and went to a door on the right side of the house and you followed. He opened the door and presented you his gaming room. His pc and monitor was in the corner of the room and he had merchandise and gifts from his fans organized on shelves around the room.

"Woahhh," you said, "You have it set up nicely in here. I think you gave me inspiration to fix up my gaming room a little more."

Megumi chuckled, "My friend, Nobara, actually helped me with decorating this room and the living room. She's always talking about how me and Yuji are sloppy about making things look nice."

He had two chairs set up by his desk and you took a seat on the one to the right. Megumi was connecting the game "It Takes Two" to his screen while using his other computer to go to Twitch. You striked up a conversation to make him feel comfortable before the stream.

You asked, "Are you nervous?"

He sighed, "Just a little. I mean, you seem to be a nice person so I'm sure my viewers will like you. Do you have a controller? I'm sure you brought one with you."

"You know me so well," you pulled out your (f/c) controller and smiled. Megumi grinned back at your cuteness and sat down beside you. You looked at the computer that had his webcam which said that you two were in intermission.

"So if you don't mind, you will be off screen until I introduce you to the stream and then we can talk the viewers a little bit before we play the game," Megumi said.

You nodded and got up from your seat so you weren't in camera view. Megumi's face came over the screen and the chat began blowing up with "SURPRISE GUEST?!?" and "who did megumi finally talk to?". You smiled at the excitement of this collaboration and mentally thanked your fans again for this opportunity. Over 20k people came to watch you play a game with your streamer crush? How lucky are you

Megumi spoke, "Hey guys! It's Megs here and I got a special guest here as you guys saw from the title of this stream. No, it's not Yuji and Nobara but instead, it's a person that has been highly requested for a while. So can you guys please give a warm welcom to...Y/Ngames!"

You took your que and sat beside Megumi, waving to the camera.

"Hi guysss! It's Y/N, how are you doing?"

The chat was blowing up with "hii" or "she's so pretty". You felt appreciated since being a plus size streamer, so many people can be rude about your weight. You answered a few questions about what is going on today.

"It's good to see you all here to support Megumi and I. Today we are palying "It Takes Two" so hopefully we can work pretty well together and get a good amount done on the game."

Megumi nodded along with what you were saying. You were natural and you were able get on another person stream and talk as if it was your own. Megumi started up the game and it was better than a good steam, it was amazing! You were responding to question about you as played along with Megumi, talking about how long you have been doing Twitch and Youtube, how you gotten into content creating as well as telling your socials. One question made you giggle in between the gameplay.

You looked at the question, "Am I single? Yes, do you wanna take me out on a date since you asked?"

Megumi almost choked, "You guys need to stop being nosey."

"It's fine, but if you wanna take me out, message me on Insta," you whispered to the cam.

The viewers (and Megumi) was eating up your flirting. Surprisingly, the two of you were able to beat the game. You cheered Megumi and the watchers as well. It took a while but it was fun. You thought you were gonna be a nervous wreck with your influencer crush but it actually wasn't that bad. You kept entertaining everyone, including Megumi, creating a small bond between you and his fans. There was already people asking when will you come back, saying they will miss you and are following you on all platforms as the two of you closed out the stream.

Megumi said, "I'm sure she'll be back and to my Patreon supporters, I will stick to our agreement..."

He silently trailed off. Megumi blushed and looked down at the keyboard. You took over and did your closing.

"Thank you guys for having me. I hope to see you all again soon and if you guys wanna see more of me, the mods will have my socials somewhere in the chat. Megumi?"

He must of snapped out of his thoughts because he was able to do his outro without fail.

"Thank you all for watching and I will see you all next time. Megs, signing out."

He ended the stream and looked at the time.

"You did great! Sorry you stayed on foe a long time."

You waved it off as he walked you to the living room, "Nah, it was so fun! I honsetly enjoyed the hype of talking to your fans."

Megumi smiled at his feet and blushed. He looked like he was about to say something. Something popped up that he said a few minutes ago.

"Oh," you said, "What was that agreement you had with your Patreon? You looked like you didn't want to keep talking about it or something."

"I was actually getting to that. I told my Patreon last night that I have been watchong you for a while and I was nervous about doing this with you because... well, I kinda got a little crush on you as well."

You swore you could have felt fireworks when he said that. Your eyes grew wide as Megumi kept talking.

"They told me to ask you out so, would you like to go out to lunch with me?"

You smiled and nodded. Megumi grabbed your soft hand and kissed you on the cheek as you two were about to head out his front door.

"Consider this our first date then."

Bonus:

Nobara dragged Yuji behind her, occasionally hitting him with her purse when he was moving too slow.

"DAMNIT YUJI! You better catch up with me if you want me to pay for your damn food."

Yuji groaned as he tried not to drop the pile of bags and boxes she has from her monthly shopping trip.

"Nobara, you just bought a whole new closet and I'm carrying it! Can you relax a little bit...bitch," Yuji said under his breathe at that last part.

Nobara spun around but he got lucky because her driver had pulled up so Yuji can put all of her clothes in the car. Nobara instructed her driver to drop the clothes off at her house and she will call him when she's ready to be picked up. The two of them walked to a nearby cafe. They ordered and was about to take their seat when they passed someone familar. Nobara backtracked and pulled Yuji with her.

They both yelled, "MEGUMI!?"

They looked at you, "ON A DATE?!"

Megumi ducked down as his friends asked you a million questions while taking pictures. You laughed so hard that people around you guys were wondering what the commotion was. At least you know that yours and Megumi's relationship will be widely appreciated and loved.

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Thank you to everyone that has been patient with me as I wrote this series! I hope all of you enjoyed it and thank you to all of the people that made it to the end :)

taglist!: @definitely-notalissa @slowlyshycomputer

[arabaka]

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. content warnings ⤸ sfw. serizawa katsuya x afab!reader. 1.6 words. while i don't mind ageless/minors interacting with my sfw posts, do NOT follow if you do not have your age in bio.

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. author's note ⤸ wowie this has been in my drafts for a thousand years so i thought, why not post <3 i do have a chapter 2 of sorts, just need to polish it up! thank you for reading <3

He never used to do this…

Play video games online, that is.

Serizawa Katsuya had long preferred games of the retro persuasion; they were a familiar comfort, much like a security blanket. For so long, he’d only known a controller with a single stick and two buttons and that had been enough for him. It still is, most days. But that all changed when he found a new reason to turn to his desktop computer, the one he saved up every 1-yen coin for from his job working for Reigen.

But it wasn’t the graphics of new age games that kept him coming back. It wasn’t the carousel of variety that got his chair rolling and his PC buzzing. No, it was never something– it was someone.

Now he knows your name but your username used to come first. It was how Serizawa met you after all, when he was still a complete and total noob to the pixel MMORPG you’ve frequented since day one. 

And like most things, your friendship with Serizawa happened by chance. You were helping a buddy out, shepherding them if you will because after all, they were trying the game out because of your incessant begging and pleading. You needed another person in your group after all, a certain raid requirement wouldn’t let you participate otherwise and you’d much rather go in with a group of friends than some randos that might steal all your loot in the end.

Serizawa just happened to be in your party when playing as a duo through the tutorial. After you tore down the first boss, an aquamarine monster made of slimy goo, Serizawa had typed an innocuous question in the main chat.

『 How do I equip the armor? 』

And you weren’t about to ignore the help of someone trying the game out for the first time. So what started as casual advice turned into a friend request popping in your inbox… Then spontaneous meet-ups…

『 Hey Gyudon-san! Are you going to be playing for long? 』

『 Hello! Yes, I have an hour. 』

『 Want to play together? 』

『 Yes! Thank you! 』

Turned into repeat plans…

『 Gyudon! I have a day off tomorrow, want to play? 』

『 Yes! That would be fun. I have night school but we can play after. 』

『 How are your studies going? Don’t play if you have a lot of work! Education comes first :p 』

『 No, not a lot. I want to play with you! 』

Which then led to chatting outside the game…

『 Gyudon-san, do you use LINE? 』

『 Yes, but mostly for schoolwork... 』

『 We should add each other! 』

『 Okay! 』

… And that’s when you learn his name for the first time. Serizawa Katsuya. The discoveries wouldn’t stop there; with the game no longer a crutch for communication, your conversations became a staple for having a good day. Good morning texts, good night texts. You messaged him when you saw something that reminded you of him, things that went beyond your shared interest in video games. He was so kind, you could feel his warmth over the phone even from simple messages; you have so many of them saved because sometimes, you need a pick me up from the man in particular. When you are on your phone with a smile that makes the apples of your cheeks glow, more often than not it’s because of him.

“You so like him.” One of your friends tells you one day over a bowl of ramen and they just know that it isn’t the steam rising from the broth that’s making your face clammy all of a sudden.

“He’s just– He’s a really good guy! Can’t I have friends?” You remark, stuffing your face with noodles and slurping loud enough to hopefully drown out the teasing that would soon follow. But you know they’re right. Who else do you think of when the lights are off and you’re left to ruminate in your bed, the mattress seeming larger and emptier as the days go by? Who else are you always looking forward to calling, even though phone calls aren’t really your thing? How many times have you looked up train tickets and times for Seasoning City, only to click back with your heart thumping in your eardrums?

“Don’t you want something more?” The words bounce off the walls in your head long after you say goodbye to your friend. 

Don’t you want something more? 

You can practically see the words when you close your eyes as you try to go to sleep but it’s deep into the night already and you’ve been tossing and turning for hours now. You stuff a groan into a pillow, cramming your face in the plush to silence the sounds even though you live alone. You groan because… you do want something more.

But does he?

You don’t know if you can live like this. Pining is one thing, something you’ve apparently been doing all this time (and you’ve known, god you’ve known but coming to stare it blank in the face is making your heart stutter at a pace that makes your chest cavity feel like it’s going to break at the seams if you’re not careful) but living in a shadow of doubt makes you feel even worse. 

“So that’s it,” You grumble into the pillow, “I gotta do it.” The pillow wilts in your arms from all the tight squeezing, the sheet blotted with a few drops of frustration straight from your scrunched up eyes. You grab your phone– no, you’re not doing it now but you figure, since you’re already going down this path, you might as well soothe yourself by rereading some of his messages from earlier.

Only, when you go into your chat history with Serizawa, you see three little dots greeting you from the dimmed screen. 

🗨 I can’t sleep… I hope you’re resting well.

Your thumb jitters on the screen, your last swallow lodged in your throat as you read the message. 

🗨 Same here. 

That’s it? That’s all you can come up with? You don’t want the conversation to die here so you’re flipping through conversation notecards in your brain, chiding yourself for not having anything to say when suddenly, you get another message.

🗨 Would you like to talk on the phone?

You say yes. Your stomach bounces, fraught with nerves, but you say yes. And when you answer, you don’t see the face of your phone until hours later when the sun’s already come up and a new day’s begun. 

“I didn’t realize what time it was… Sorry…” Serizawa sheepishly apologies and you swear you hear him stifle a yawn at the tailend of his words. Cute.

“No, no– it’s okay! Talking with you always makes my day… Night. Day and night?” You stumble over your words but it seems to charm him nonetheless, Serizawa’s soft laughter a gift to your ears. You wish you could hear it in person.

“I– I feel the same.” He briskly coughs, almost like he’s working himself up to something, “I– I was going to ask you… My last week of school is coming up. My friends want to have dinner and I– I was wondering if–”

Your shirt wrinkles in your balled up fist, trying as you might to still the beating of your heart but failing.

“If you would like to come? Y-You don’t have to, of course!”

“I’d love to!” You blurt out, incapable of keeping your lips in an airtight seal for any longer. “J-Just tell me the date!”

And he does– it’s in two weeks, which feels like so much time and not enough all at once. You put him on speakerphone, smiling all the while as he scrambles for the right words; is he as worked up about this as you are? You’re already on the shuttle website, looking at the price of tickets, debating on buying them early just because you can. 

“... It’s going to be a lot of fun, you’ll like my friends,” Serizawa’s voice drifts back to focus, “and I’ve… Told them about you too.” He’s blushing, glad that you can’t see the red painted across his cheeks. 

Your grip wobbles, phone nearly falling on your face when you gasp, “You have?!” 

“A-Ah, should I not–”

“No, no! I’m – I’m happy you have! I’ve talked about you to my friends too… Besides the ones we play with…” How is it already 7 AM? “Hey, you don’t have to go to work or anything do you?” 

You hear him yelp, “I-I do! I have work! I gotta go! Sorry!” 

How can somebody sound cute even when they’re panicked? How smitten with this man are you? “Go, go, go! Talk to you later, Serizawa-kun!” 

The phone line ends. You wish it didn’t. You already miss him. You blink, your retinas burning from the lack of sleep, your lids suddenly so heavy you can’t help but… Close them for just a little bit…

And when you wake up – is that really the time? – you’re greeted with a flurry of notifications but the only one you really care about is the message from Serizawa.

🗨 Very tired at work but I am glad we got to talk. I hope we can do it again sometime. 

Sometime would end up being an understatement. You go a day, tops two without talking over the phone, the next few times coupled with alerts that remind you to GO TO SLEEP because otherwise… You’ll end up repeating a sleepless night and as cute as Serizawa’s eye bags were (he’d sent you a selfie for the first time that week, which you stared at for an amount of time you are still too embarrassed to utter aloud), you weren’t about to make them worse… Though you were tempted.

And so was he.

[hockeylovincountrygirl16]

The time line

12 years old first meeting Ashleys pov)

my dad took me on a dad and daughter vacation to st.lewis for a hockey game many people might think as a young girl I'd rather do something big and fancy but not me I'd rather just be with my dad and I love hockey so it's a win win for me. Right now dad told me to go get something from the consession stand when I bumped into someone.

"I'm so sorry" a males voice said

" it's okay it's my fault" I said

As I looked up I saw percing but welcoming blue eyes and an extended hand which I gladly took

" I'm matthew but you can call me matt" the boy said smiling

" I'm ashley" I said

" well that's a really pretty name" he said and I blushed

For a few minutes we were walking around talking I stopped at the consession stand to get my dad and I each a drink and we just talked

" MATTHEW" a voice yelled and we turned and Matthew groaned

"what Braden" matthew asked annoyed

" moms looking for you" the boy Braden said

" well go back and tell her I'll be back in a second I'm just gonna walk her back to her seat" Matt said as he gestured to me

The boy nodded and walked off

" I'm sorry about him I'm the eldest and he's the middle child most annoying part of my life" Matt said and I giggled

" you think one brothers bad try having three" I said and he looked mortified

" you have three brothers" he said and I nodded

Once we were at my seat he stopped me

" do you have a phone" he asked and I smiled nodding handing him my phone and he typed in his number

"What was that for" I asked

" text me or call me" he said and I smiled nodding

16 years old comfort Matt's pov)

I was sitting in my room and I had my computer up getting ready to call Ashley when her icon popped up and i answered

" hey a" I was cut off by a sob

"ashy what's wrong" I asked worried

" I'm adopted matty " she sobbed and my heart shattered hearing her cry I noticed her breathing picking up and I quickly thought of something

" hey babe what's three things you can hear"

" you, my brothers playing Chel, and my music" " good now three things you can feel"

" my hoodie my blanket and my stuffed cow"

" three things you can smell"

" my candle perfume and dinner" " great are you feeling better" I asked and she nodded " yea" she said " good" I said

After a few hours we hung up because we had school tomorrow and I fell asleep thinking about the girl who's my best firend and the love of my life

17 years old blake Shelton concert matts pov) today ashley and I are going to a blake Shelton concert with her mom butbright now we're standing almost to the front I have ashley in my arms than honey bee came on and after few minutes it was time for the chorus and i smiled and started singing as I turned ashley

" you'll bey soft and sweet I'll be your strong and steady you'll be my glass of wine I'll be your shot of whiskey you'll be my sunny day I'll be you shady tree you'll be my honeysuckle I'll be your honey be" I always sing that verse to her and kissed her head as we swayed to the song

" I love you honey bee" I said and she squeezed my hand. What we didn't know is that her mom took a bunch of pictures of us

19 years old Matt's draft ashleys pov)I was sitting next to matthew at his draft he had begged me to come over the years I've become an important part in matthews life and Chantel and Keith asked me to join for matthews sake and here I am sitting next to a nervous wreck matthew as held my hand

" Matty calm down your okay " I said with a little laugh

" your not the one about to be drafted ash" he said and I giggled

" I know but you have me with you every single step of the way" I said kissing His cheek and he kissed my head. After an hour the draftbstarted with the Toronto maple leafs and they selected Austin matthews. It was now the Calgary flames turn

" it's with great pleasure that we announced that our 2016 first round pick from the memorial cup champion London knights Matthew tkachuk "

matthew grinned getting up hugging his family than turned to me and hugged me kissing my head

" you did it Matty your in the big leagues" I said as I let him go and he walked down to the plate form

July 2023 brady's wedding reception matts pov) I was sitting next to my brothers when matthew came up to me " wanna dance" he asked and I smiled nodding he held his hand out and we walked to the dance floor " let's say this is our make for prom" he said and I laughed after a few minutes brady slapped bradys shoulder separating us " so when am I gonna be a best man" he asked causing me to giggle "get out of here" Matt said shoving brady away and I was laughing to where I laid my head was in matthews chest. After a few minutes I was taking shots with tyranwheb gimme more by Britney spears came on " you should go give my brother a show" she said referring to mathew" I'm not drunk enough " I said " okay you need to grow a pear and tell Matty how you feel cause I wanna be a brides maid but seriouslygo he'll like it " she said dragging me to matthew and pushing me at him

[crystallinestars]

FR I feel that if you tossed the Genshin guys into a romance sim, it would actually be pretty legit-looking. Now if only there were some sort of actual Genshin otome game 😭 (if I could romance Kaveh in such a game, I think I would die and go to heaven)

Yeahhh I feel that there is such a pattern among male and female characters. Like for female characters, I guess that the ones who are kind of more… “male-gazey” are less likely to be popular with women? Like in terms of both appearance and personality. Though even this is difficult to define. Ladies like Beidou and Dehya seem to be REALLY popular with girls, at least in the west (if I am wrong tho plz correct me). Even Navia (whose design I suppose shows a lot of skin) seems to be well-liked by guys and girls alike, I follow a girl on here who is absolutely crazy for her (and tbh I am no different 😭). To me I guess that for these three, they’re good role models for girls so that contributes to their appeal to women players? Cos they have strong, confident attitudes and kick hella ass, but they’re also kind + beautiful… so I suppose they’re like, people you could admire on an aesthetic and personal level but also you could aspire to be like them.

To be fair I like Lisa as I remember running around as her a lot when I first started playing (and chatting with her cai bot gets wild sometimes cos she’s always calling me out for like low self esteem, bad mentality, etc 😭😭), in general I like all of the girl characters ahahahah though for Lisa and many others I could def see how they’d have more appeal to guys.

And for guy characters, I’ve seen guy players admire Diluc and Alhaitham ! Like they have a sort of “masculine” appeal, aspirational for guys I think. I’ve even seen some guys on the Alhaitham subreddit start to hit the gym to become buff like him 😮 Sorry for digressing so much with this topic ahahah just that it is very interesting to consider.

My BF has been fueling my Kaveh love AHAHAHA like when I’m using his computer he lets me run around as Kaveh as I haven’t been able to pull for him yet. Now I have much more Kaveh merch than before but I think that I will try to amass even more…

Ooooo that makes sense, yeah cons do get pretty crowded esp in the areas like the artist alley where people are crowding around booths. And maybe it’s for the best that you avoid cons cos (TMI in advance) the con stink is REAL 😭🤢🤮 Though some of them apparently distribute deodorant or soap for attendees, hopefully it alleviates the smell…

Yeahhh Touhou is hella old, like the franchise is older than I am (I was born shortly before the first windows OS game in the series came out 🫡). I know that ZUN is still producing new official games about every 2-3 years, and for merch I see that there are fumo plushies for the newer characters coming out, a pleasant surprise. But I think the barrier of entry is much higher due to the nature of the games so it’s less “mainstream” for young people compared to Genshin, as Genshin you could easily download if you have phone, iPad, non-mac computer, etc. But from what I’ve seen, you could encounter stuff of the most popular characters at cons if you keep your eyes peeled.

On the topic of merch (crazy complaint incoming!!!)… so I posted a pic of my Kaveh haul somewhere and someone made a comment alluding to that ship. This was the first thing I saw this morning, and OMG I was so irritated that I straight up blocked this person 😭 Sadly I can’t remove their comment (this would be more ideal). I guess this is rather extreme reaction as the comment was harmless… though in the description I literally put some unhinged stuff about “oh me and Kaveh are gonna get married” so I was wondering how they did not get the hint that “oh, this person doesn’t care for that ship.” I am bewildered that the shippers are everywhere, feels bad cos in the community I’m in, most of them are so so sweet but majority of them are also shippers of that ship.

Like when I see an arbitrary pic of [any Genshin guy] or Aventurine, I don’t go “ooooh la la Lumine’s gonna get that” or “hehe Stelle or Topaz is gonna enjoy this” respectively… ofc this is first world “problem” but still… they tether Kaveh to feeble scholar so much 😭

Also I was on a small yumejoshi community and I found a girl who is also Kaveh enjoyer, and who also feels uncomfy with the shippy stuff. It was a pleasant surprise that there are other Kaveh likers with a similar POV to us, since from my observation I see that many of them like that one ship along with him.

This got so long and convoluted, I hope it is not difficult to read !!! It does not help that I am currently running on some 3 hours of sleep and a can of green tea (it has no effect on me). If there is anything that needs to be clarified plz let me know !

-🍓

Genshin girls in general are quite good, both on a design and personality level. Many of them are popular with women because, as you said, they look pretty while being badass. It also helps that the writing for female characters has improved significantly over the years, making them more fleshed out and complex.

I didn’t like Lisa’s flirtatious attitude at the start, but I have grown to love her a lot, and got excited whenever she appeared in events. I wish there was more of her, tbh. Navia is also my favorite Fontaine character overall! I saved for her so much.

I adore most of the Genshin ladies, actually. The only ones I dislike are Ei and Yae Miko.

Yeah, I think the cool and stoic type of male characters are more popular with guys. And I remember seeing that one guy on the Alhaitham sub! I wonder if he reached his goal?

I… never even thought about how stuffy and smelly cons would be. Lord, that makes me want to go even less. Ew 😣

I looked up when the first Touhou game came out, and it seems like it released the year I was born. So yeah, the franchise is hella old… But I thinks it’s nice that it still has fans even to this day. Even if it’s become harder to find fan content of it 😔

I’m so sorry you had to wake up to a comment alluding to That One Ship, especially since you simply wanted to share something you enjoy. The way a lot of shippers post obnoxious ship comments under art depicting a solo character is a serious problem. It’s very annoying to constantly be reminded of a ship you dislike, plus ruins the enjoyment you could have derived from the post itself. For whatever reason, I only see it happen for m/m and f/f ships.

It’s not wrong of you to block the person. If they make you uncomfortable, then the best thing to do is quietly block them. The Japanese and Chinese fandom communities often recommend to others to block liberally so they can create a safe space for themselves online and not see things they dislike. It’s all about protecting your mental health and having a comfortable space.

I am also sorry to say that a lot of people don’t check bios, or simply don’t care about your boundaries. Once, I had a few shippers of that ship follow me on Twitter despite my bio saying for fans of that ship to not follow me. Even after I made a tweet saying I’m uncomfortable with such individuals following me, one of them left a like and continued to follow me 😐 They knew but disrespected my boundaries, so I removed them.

It might seem harsh to block or remove people over ship differences, but in our modern era of toxic ship discourse and harassment, I don’t blame anyone for feeling triggered by certain ships or their fans. It’s much better to block a stranger online than subject yourself to psychological torture. The other person will forget about it in time, if they ever even find out you blocked them at all.

lol trust me when I say there are a much bigger number of Kaveh-lovers in the yume community who also don’t like his ship with a certain Scribe! I’m friends with a few of them. In fact, my entire social media circle is of Kaveh fans who like him exclusively with girls.

I feel like the Japanese and Chinese yume communities are better on that front compared to the English yume community. I try to stay away from English communities in general…

Sorry that my response also got so long. I hope you can get more than 3 hours of sleep tonight! The weekend is almost here, so here’s to hoping you can sleep in!

[probablyaparadox]

Midnight Headcannons for Hiveswap/Friendsim Characters (Part 1)

These may be very well liked, or very controversial idk. If you write a fic (unlikely but who knows) based on any of these then PLEASE lmk. Part 1 because some I may feel uninspired + I don't wanna do all of them in one post. Xefros Tritoh: THE BOY HIMSELF.

He is a semi closeted midwest emo (I mean look at him) and a fully closeted stereotypical emo aesthetic enjoyer.

Ever since he started the Grubbels with Dammek, he's actually gotten quite good at singing, and rapping. (this is based on the line that Dammek passive aggressively hinted that Xefros needed vocals practice, and If I were Xefros my insecure ass would start practicing REGULARLY.)

If he were not plagued by constant anxiety he would sleep a lot, and be a very sleepy person (Sloth lusus). Or rather he requires more sleep than the average troll, and when he gets it he's very energetic. Because of his training with Dammek to "sleep anywhere" this would result in him frequently falling alseep while standing if he didn't get his proper sleep.

I want him to kill Trizza with a baseball bat. Off with their heads and hit a home run. Preferably with a baseball bat covered in nails.

He's trans. That one's not from me I've heard it tho and it's cute as hell imo headcannon immediately accepted.

His crush is a tealblood "reporter" (hobbyist photographer and blogger) who wears rollerskates (manic pixie dream boy.) I say this purely because Idk what traits Idarat and Tegiri have over Tagora besides being more masc and having glasses. And they are both not rat men unlike Tagora (/aff). Anyway because of lack of information I say what I want.

Last one because I genuinely feel like this was in the game but I'm not. Certain. Anyway Xefros looks so generic that so long as he isn't wearing his sign it would be genuinely impossible for any drone to find him based on his face. Dammek:

He got most of the parts for the weapon off of trolls craiglist

he will either instantly obliterate Jude's sense of self and self worth and have to work up from there to realize he needs to be nicer or he'll lose his moirail (he already has) or he will be shockingly ok to Jude and just be closed off and he will have to work up to expressing affection normally instead of survivalist training.

he's a little robotics geek he will get his hands on a cell phone and fucking destroy it when he gets to earth./joking to early. He MAY destroy a tv. I think based on his building skills he would be fascinated by earth technology.

the cameras installed in Xefros' hive have lasers. Xefros does not know this.

He gets his fancy normal disks from mallek (I've also heard this from another person- I would credit but I can't find it at the moment) Mallek:

Has 13 piercings. (IF YOU KNOW YOU KNOW)

he's either a part of the rebellion already, or will be soon enough

He actually knows a mutant which makes him being "cool with mutants" an even weirder more awkward thing to say

he bullies people on 4chan. The homestuck earth equivalent of 4chan. But still earth. he finds it informative and he likes giving their computers the types of bugs that will make them only play slitherio.

His strife specibus is a serrated curved dagger (snake fang like almost)

He has a snake tattoo on his right thigh.

He intends to get sleeve tattoos, he just hasn't perfected the design yet, or found someone he trusts to do it.

Hey you know that character who we've gotten like 1 concept art of. Yea Jerann him. They're boyfriends. Sorry I don't make the rules but he gets a fish nerd boyfriend.

He keeps oblong meat products in his house in case Diemen ever wants to crash.

He's going to give Xefros a piercing when Xefros becomes an emo boy /hj Joey: (I know she should've come first but she's not one of my favouritesss-)

Joey would lose her shit if she saw the barbie movie or Murdoch Mysteries

On a similar note, she would do barbenheimer for/with jude

She has a slight fear of clowns now (reasonable)

when she gets scared while on alternia, she looks up at the sky, and the stars, and thinks of her mom

I think that Joey and Marsti have an excellent opportunity to get along. A vet is just a doctor for a different species after all, and I'm sure just as Joey would be eager to learn Marsti would be eager to teach and get a bit flattered and someone respecting her aspirations and knowledge. Marsti:

Has the nickname Mars

If Marsti could dress up more she would go for a steampunk streamlined vibe.

In the route where Marsti ditches the player at Gahlek's house, she steals a book on her way out

Marsti survives the train crash floating in her bucket.

Marsti wanted to go to Jeevik week because she liked the challenge cleaning up after it might bring.

[gorgugplushie]

BAD KIDS GAMING HCS

Nobody asked but i cant stop thinking abt it so

Fabian - canonically doesn't know what mobile games are, much less actual videogames. He sort of sees them as pointless (why do quests and adventures in a videogame when he could just do them in real life?) Of course the bad kids pull him into their gaming sessions, though he spends most of them asking what the controls are again and raising an eyebrow at their shenanigans. Ragh sits him down and makes him play some sport based video games which he does enjoy, he can get really into it if you give him time (he yells so so loud) he also gets into ddr style games bc he likes beating the other bdkds at them. Videogames are a good excuse to hang but he'd rather go out and play football irl.

Kristen - coming from a heavily sheltered and what i assume monitored family, kristen probablyyy isnt all that into videogames. At most i think she'd have some mobile games like idk candy crush on her phone, like fabian she'd get confused and spend her in game time running around and just watching the others play, she goes along w the others shenanigans v easily tho and loves doing silly bits while playing.

Riz - Riz is the type to play window games on their families shared computer for hours on end. Stuff like sudoku, pinballs, or solitaire. He'd love those games like the nancy drew mystery ones, or those games where you find items like I Spy. The only downside is he gets unhealthily fixated and will spend 3 days getting to lvl 100+ on Tetris if you let him, obsessed w 100% games and making funny number go up. Surprisingly good at rhythm games.

Adaine - into open world games, like fallout or outerwilds. Will spend days writing and churning out backstory and lore for her in game character. Veryyy picky and wants every decision to be true to their newest ocs backstory, will spend a solid hour on the character creation screen. She also loves more violent shooting games, although playing online with strangers gives her anxiety and she cannn get gamer rage, she'll get fixated on getting stuff like headshots and Winning and Being a good teammate that she'll start shaking and have to step away from playing for a bit. Single player fighting games w blood where she can turn her brain off and just fight are more cathartic for her. I feel like she ends up doing insane shit in them like saw and hack off limbs and go full dark story mode route and then regret it so so much and lie awake at night not sleeping bc of it and delete the save file. Its her dark secret shell take to the grave.

Fig - plays a large range of games, mainly more colorful and silly goofy ones she can play with the badkids. Shes sort of a little nuisance in games tho, she will troll and grief a lil bc she finds it funny. In singleplayer games she does love being a huge stinker and do silly stuff like pickpocket and get caught or accidentally set a bomb off in the middle of a cutscene or glitch her character to a-pose, she does a bunch of shit and laughs and doesn't take it seriously at all. Like adaine she also gets gamer rage. she gets them both banded from online for a month bc they team up to cast a spell on someone thru the screen. LOVESS shit like guitar hero and skater games sooo much, also into those wwe type games. Cant stomach horror at all but will make the rest of the kids sit down and play horror games w her so they can laugh and scream together.

Gorgug - he tends to like more older games, say in the style of star fox/loz and stuff. His parents gave him and older gaming system when he was younger n he still has it around and collects games for it, its seeing a lot more use than it originally did bc now he has friends to play with. The type of guy to still carry their ds around. I feel like hed also modify and rom hack stuff for his friends. He likes going to the arcade in person and playing there than sitting in front of a computer.

Ayda - yes im including her shes a gamer girl in my heart. I feel like she loves life sims/complex puzzle games, stuff like slime rancher, portal, animal crossing. She has 1000+ hours into a single sims save file. She spends hours and hours building and working on the most elaborate farming system for whatever new sim shes getting invested in. She especially loves organizing in games, she gets a bit antsy playing more survival based games with the bad kids because they leave their systems so unorganized (shes def the type to redo the entire base from top to bottom in dont starve while the rest die off screen). neat and orderly decoration is soo fun for her and the bad kids try not to step on her turf too much. refuses to play multiplayer if it's with anyone else but the badkids, but if anyone would start a gaming channel its her. will do obscenely gay cutesy stuff w fig n game. They build their own little base and junk and pretend to hosts weddings n stuff. Shes also very into speed running and breaking games with glitches to figure out how they work.

[luvrsux]

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

❝ 𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔 ❞

other chapters

➠┊word count: 5.1k

➠┊characters: trafalgar law, nami, portgas d. ace, marco {mentioned}, garp {mentioned}

➠┊cw: minor swearing

➠┊modern au !!

𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒑

❛ you had an awful interaction at a gas station nearby robin’s place after a simple party hang out. before anything else could spiral down into a catastrophe, a familiar “enemy” unexpectedly comes to your rescue, as well as charming your innocent and sour heart ❜

{colors for dialogue may switch/change as more characters are introduced !!}

❛ ━━･❪ 🖤 ❫ ･━━ ❜

The following morning you woke up with a pounding headache that could make you knock out again. You pinched your temple in pain as you separated your back from your bed. The bright morning light pierced through your pupils.

Your hands snatched your mobile phone beside you to check the time.

5:30, two hours before the school building opened up.

You realized that Ace wouldn’t be there to bother, startle or ramble your ear off on this bright morning, and the next few following ones ahead. You had a mixture of excitement and disappointment at the mere thought of it.

Rubbing your palm to your eyes, you heard footsteps approach your room door. A tall, formal fitted woman burst in.

“I hope you had fun on your little adventure last night” She greeted. Your mother was in the middle of putting on her sparkling jewelry on her wrists. “Breakfast is ready for you on the table as well as your lunch. I’ll see you this afternoon”

You felt her lips press gently against your forehead before she scurried back to your door. “Have a wonderful day at school, hon”

You heard the clicking sound as the door connected to its frame. You finally pulled yourself completely out of bed to get ready for school, which you weren’t entirely stoked for.

Upon arrival, you weren’t used to Ace’s absence but ironically, it made your morning more bearable than anything. Your morning classes went by smoothly and steadily. The two boys that accompanied Ace occasionally threw you hellos here and there, but Nami approached you frantically like she saw someone get run over.

“(F/N), oh my god! I found you” She made you tilt your head in pure puzzlement.

“I’m so sorry about last night, I was so drunk that I crashed at Robin’s. Did you make it home safe? Do I need to kill anyone?”

You appreciated Nami’s concern as well as her apology despite you not even minding. You giggled and held her palms.

“It’s alright, I made it home just fine” You reassured. You decided not to inform Nami about the gas station incident for the sake of her own blood vessels. You couldn’t even imagine the snowball effect that’ll cause.

“Are you sure? Gosh, I feel so bad” Nami looked at you with big hazelnut eyes.

“You’re good, Nami. Promise” You sealed your words with a tight hug to consult your orange-haired friend. You heard a muffled “okay” on your shoulder.

You pulled her back and gave her one last smile.

“I’ll see you at lunch” You turned your body and waved back at her. She smiled brightly to reciprocate it. You were pleased to shift her overly worried emotions into a much calmer one.

-ˋˏ ༻ 🖤 ༺ ˎˊ-

Now, there you were in a quiet English classroom while everyone scribbled down on an independent assignment. There wasn’t peep from anyone and the only thing that broke the complete silence was classical music your teacher played through their computer. You began to feel antsy and it wasn’t any better that the teacher before you had a growing hatred to cellular devices.

You extended your arm, it isolated in the air for a few moments before your teacher looked up.

“Yes, (F/N)?” He said lowly.

“May I be excused?” You asked quietly. Your voice echoed throughout the room and felt eyes slowly begin to trail toward you. You heard your teacher let out a sigh and gesture their hand to shoo you away.

You immediately scooted your seat from the desk to exit the rather awkward classroom. You didn’t have to use the restroom or attend any emergency per se, you just wanted to take a small walk around the halls to stretch out your legs and clear your mind.

The moment back at the gas station last night didn’t stop replaying. You began to overthink if Law hadn’t been there to help you. Your brain flatlined at the thought of potential events. It didn’t help that faint music began to play in the distance during your walk.

You tilted your head. You were completely puzzled and wondered who’d be in a music room playing with instruments in the middle of an academic class period. To be honest, you don’t remember the last time you saw someone use the music room. You were the cat the curiosity killed and peered inside the room to see who was enchanting you with the music.

You made eye contact with the toned arms, raven hair and inked tattoos as Law effortlessly grazed his fingers rhythmically along the guitars strings. The guitar was a sleek black with white and tan accents. You recognized some prints on the guitar that was similar to the ones on his black vehicle.

Law’s talent was entirely unexpected. He had all his focus on the instrument before him that rested in his tanned hands and long legs. He bopped his head to the tune as well as his legs. There was no sheet music in front of him, meaning he was pulling these notes out of his brain with complete ease.

You were taken back, to say the least. Considering your deep singing trance from yesterday, you admired music. With that, this sight was completely mesmerizing to you. You hadn’t known the cold, tanned boy had a soft side for music. His talents matched his vibe. The tune wasn’t hardcore or disturbingly loud. It was melodious and soft, like he was purposely trying not to disturb the neighboring classrooms. You averted your eyes from the music boy and realized he was the only one there in the classroom. You assumed he was skipping.

Law is only human, though. His hands suddenly stopped which caused a hitch in his guitar. He picked up a pen that laid flat on an open notebook that had scribbles you couldn’t quite make out. Law scribbled something inside, assuming notes on his song, and sigh.

“You play pretty well…”

You spoke without thinking. Your voice made Law flinch and drop his pen. He darted at you with widened eyes before relaxing at the familiar sight of you. You made yourself welcome and stepped inside the room that was once filled with music.

“We meet again, (F/N)-ya” Law grinned and pulled off his guitar off his toned body to place it on its designated stand. You sat by on a nearby stool.

“Thank you, that was actually just a random song I’ve been working on I guess” Law turned his head to his open notebook, then trailed his steel eyes back at you.

“You’ve just been coming up with that on the spot or…?” You saw Law nod with nonchalant eyes.

“No reason to overthink it if you actually know how to play” Law made a decent point. You shrugged with a nod.

‘So he’s a doctor-to-be and a musician? What else, a party clown?’ You pondered.

“What else do you do?” Your internal thoughts influenced your own curiosity. Law blew a raspberry, seemingly to recall all his other talents.

“I guess I draw” He replied. You saw him unbutton the first few buttons of his black button-down to reveal the more secreted tattoos on his body. Your cheeks flared.

“I did these tattoos myself. Probably why some are shittier than others… Well, besides the one on my back, that was a professional” You stared at his chest like it was the most mesmerizing view to ever exist. His words baffled you. You assumed Law made an immense amount of money to afford these tattoos, completely discarding the possibility of him drawing these himself. Each mark was perfectly lined and symmetrical, making his statement false in your own eyes.

“They’re… nice” You managed to muster up. After Law showed off his body, that being his arms, hands, and chest, he caught your rather flustered expression.

“Don’t fall too hard now” He cooed, buttoning his shirt back up to conceal his window. You cleared your throat and shot him a glare.

“Keep dreaming, Traffy” That nickname made Law recoil completely. His teasing attitude was completely tilted.

“Don’t. Absolutely not, It’s Trafalgar” You finally managed to pinch a nerve, after everything he’s done to you.

“I like Traffy more” You grinned.

“Already getting obsessed with me, eh?” He immediately turned the tables almost as fast as you attempted to. You furrowed your brows.

“Definitely not”

He shot you a blatant ‘Yeah, right’ look before shifting his body away to grab his guitar once more.

Law’s patterned fingers gently twisted the metal knobs on the stem of the instrument. You watched him tune his guitar quietly. Then, with half-lidded eyes, he looked at you. The direct eye contact almost made you collapse. ‘Why did this punk have this stupid effect?’

“You wanna hear me play or do you have other things to do, like being a cheerleader or something?” His question forced a puzzled expression to form.

“Cheerleader?” That is all you could say. Law shrugged carelessly.

“You’re always with that cowboy jock, I assumed you were his cheerleader girlfriend” He assumed. You snickered. Yet again, there was someone assuming you were Ace’s partner.

“Me and Ace are just friends. Practically siblings” You informed. Law nodded as he understood the words coming out of your mouth. “And I’m not a cheerleader, idiot”

Your hiss made Law simply chuckle. It seemed like he enjoyed getting a rise out of you.

“My bad, my bad” With that, he strummed the strings of his bass guitar with one quick swipe.

“Answer my question, still”

You traced back to it. You thought it wouldn’t hurt to chew at the boring remaining time you had left in your English class to listen to Law's enchanting talent, as much as you hated to admit it.

“It wouldn’t hurt to hear you play a little longer I guess. It’s better than the eyesore of my English teacher”

Law didn’t respond. He just gave you a side grin and strum the guitar with one swipe once again. He turned his gaze on you to his precious guitar in his inked hands and played random notes before they synchronized, harmonizing a song with his hands.

»•» 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆: 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 - 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒅 «•«

The song wasn’t an original. It was a cover of a song you’ve recognized through social media, but that didn’t disregard the fact the song was still played beautifully by the tanned boy. With each swipe and press of the cords, you felt yourself humming along. You lightly stomped your feet on the ground. Suddenly, the entire world went quiet and all you could hear was Law’s talent. He had a smile on his face as he hopped his head to the beat, noticing your enthusiasm.

The beat began to creep up on the infamous chorus of the song. You could’ve sworn you heard Law mumble the lyrics while playing, to which made you wonder why he didn’t project his voice. Your heart thumped as the chorus began to begin. Your chest grew a knot. Humming wasn’t enough, you knew the lyrics to his song. It wouldn’t hurt, would it?

I'm losing the person I was when I found you

Am I acting different when I'm not around you?

I'm being dramatic, I say that I'm losing

I wanna show you all the things I've been doing

The music was fueling you past your breaking point where you projected your voice to sing the lyrics. Law perked his head up the moment your volume raised. He seemed to be baffled by your voice, but the song was rather popular so that wasn’t a shocker. He smiled.

I'm going on dates and I'm hanging my head

I wanna share an apartment, a room, and a bed

I wanna tell you I love you, but I cannot reach you

I'm learning to lose, that's a thing they don't teach you.

You harmonized the lyrics together you two stopped by the sudden beat drop. You smiled happily from the mini-duet you two shared, completely forgetting you once hated him and his attitude. Law began the last verse of the song on his own. His voice was almost as good as his playing. The gods blessed him with a plethora of talents.

I'll miss you

Help me through

When I try someone else, I'll still miss you

You decided to conclude the song with him. Law still had that pleased smile. You eyed it while you finished the song together. That smug, sly, annoying grin wasn’t there, nor were the vibes. He felt content, and comfortable. Was it your voice? You pondered on what happened to the teasing boy you were once fond with.

I'll miss you

Help me through

When I'm...

Law took his final strum and the music died out. He took a long pause on his guitar that was once the birth of the enchanting music. The steel eyes finally trailed upon you, who had a pleased smile on your face. Law readjusted his instrument more comfortably on his lap.

“Nice duet,” He said smoothly. You reminded yourself this was the Trafalgar Law and quickly switched your attitude. You let your pride shadow your vision and refused to give him any sort of respect. Holding a grudge against him? Absolutely.

“It was fine, I guess” You shrugged. Law noticed that were trying, horribly, to cover your real emotions.

“C’mon, relax” He gave you half-lidded eyes. “I’m being genuine, (F/N)-ya”

Those words made your tense body ease up. You reminded yourself of one of the scrambled thoughts from last night; Maybe he wasn’t so bad?

You broke through, but still keeping a small guard up if he said anything slick. Law pulled his guitar off his body and popped his guitar pick in between his teeth. You watched him flip his notebook shut and tuck the pen inside the spiral rings.

“What made you want to do all of those things?” You asked. You completely halted Law from getting ready to leave. The raven-haired boy looked at you with a raised brow.

After pulling his pick out his mouth, he relaxed in his seat to continue the conversation.

“Well, for music, I guess I was always drawn to it as a kid” Law began. “I started playing the guitar when I was around eight? nine?” He stared at the ceiling as he traced back to his adolescence.

“With medicine, it honestly happened on its own. I realized that I’m pretty damn smart so why not put it towards the medical field” He explained. He was ready to stop the conversation right then and there, but there was one thing left.

“And your art?”

He paused at your voice. Law couldn’t be offended by your question, but he hesitated on answering like It was a touchy subject. Law groped himself in this conversation on his own.

“I got into that by a very special person of mine” Is all he could say. You noticed that he seemed kind of guarded on that subject, so you decided not to pry further.

“Judging by your tattoos, you seem to be really good at it” You chose to compliment him and his talent to ease up the tension you may have created. Fortunately for you, Law did begin to ease up.

“I try” He formed a side smile. “I can show you my favorite piece” He eyed you up and down with eyes that had more intentions behind them than you could fathom.

“What?” You immediately caught on.

“C’mere”

He gestured you over with two digits. You expected him to open his black notebook behind him that was covered in stickers. You pulled up a nearby chair that rested beside him.

Law grabbed, not the notebook, but the pen that was tucked into his notebook. You were completely puzzled and dumbfounded until you felt his rough hand grab your arm, ironically, gently. You watched him draw on that same smile face he had on his car. Law did it with complete ease and flawless, as expected. His own tattoos were self drawn after all. You didn’t mind, though. The drawing was rather cool in your eyes.

Law blew lightly on the ink that was marked on your skin to dry it. Now, you had your own tattoo. Granted, it wasn’t a genuine tattoo but you still felt cool.

“I guess you can say it’s my signature” Law eyed the mark and then back at you.

“I noticed. Am I a part of your wolf pack now that I’m marked?” You joked. You watched Law cringe.

“I should wash it off for that…”

The last few minutes of the class period you, by definition, skipped, was shared small talk you and Law had. You explained to him some of your talents and ambitions that he complimented. Every now and then, though, he’d remind you of his sarcastic and teasing personality that was progressively making you want to punch him in places that were forbidden.

“Class is about to end, (F/N)-ya” Law exhaled, tracing his eyes at the numbers his phone displayed. You took Law’s word considering you were out of your assigned classroom for a hefty amount of time.

As you both got up, you noticed that Law left his guitar standing in the stand while he slung his crossbody bag on sole shoulder.

“You’re leaving it here?” You asked, referencing the guitar. "Someone could snatch that and not even care" Law shrugged.

“No one really comes here, and I have the keys to the room” He pulled a silver key out of his pocket and spun the key ring around his finger. You were starting to notice a pattern.

“I have a small band so we practice after school on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays” He explained as you followed behind him to the outdoor hallways.

You were starting to notice that Law was becoming a pleasure to be around. As much as it now slightly bugged you, the conversations and musical memories you freshly shared did make you pleased. You folded your lips.

“Is it okay if I pop in someday to hear you?” You abruptly asked. Law was lightly taken back while he twisted his hand to lock the music room before him.

“So you are obsessed with me?” He grinned at you with those steel eyes while he shoved the silver key into his spotted jeans pocket.

“Don’t make me change my mind, Traffy”

“Trafalgar, for fucks sake”

You laughed at his reaction, only for him to form a small, amused smirk.

“Fine, I guess It wouldn’t hurt to have you listen to all of us” He slipped his jet-black phone out of his back pocket. You watched him unlock it. “But I must warn you, they’re kind of obnoxious”

"I'm friends with Portgas Ace, I think I can manage"

Law slithered his screen to your eyes to show his number on there, clear as day. You paused and eyed it, realizing he was now giving you his contact information. After a short relocation, you scurried to type the number into your own phone.

“Text me the day you decide to show up so I can open the school’s door for you” He immediately tucked his phone away after he saw you put in the last few digits.

“Gotcha, I’ll see you” You smiled at him. For the first time, you actually gleamed at him. You notice Law choke back ever so slightly before nodding to strut off to whatever class he has awaiting for him—unless that is, he was going to skip again.

-ˋˏ ༻ 🖤 ༺ ˎˊ-

“And then I told Marco he’s kind of weird for that, but It was funny so it didn’t matter. Besides, the entire basketball team is kind of weird”

There you were, uncomfortable in Ace’s scattered room while he rambled on and on about his day stranded at home. You didn’t know how you got here in this situation when you just passed by to check in on his injuries, but his absence did take a slight toll.

“So that makes you a weirdo then?” You were sitting on the chair of his desk with crossed arms. Ace paused in his tracks for a moment.

“No, I’m awesome” He dramatically ran his fingers through his brunette locks.

“Awesome people don’t get grounded”

“Hey!” Ace throws a pillow at you only to receive a blossom of giggles out of you.

“Hey, by the way,” You relaxed your fit of laughter at Ace’s voice.

“Your wrist. What is that?” He asked. You gave him a dumbfounded expression before he lazily gestured at your inked wrist. You had completely forgotten about it since you arrived at his place.

“Oh, just a doodle” You replied. You weren’t completely lying but you avoided anything further.

“Lemme see!” Ace eagerly rolled out of his bed, which he once collapsed in after his pillow attack, to snatch your arm.

“Hey, you fuck-!”

“Law?”

Ace’s words, and also grip, made you snatch your arm away from his hands. You rubbed the area he had his calloused hands around.

“First of all, use your manners!” You scolded. “Second of all, it’s none of your business”

You slid your sleeve over the marked jolly roger. Ace began to teasingly laugh at you, finger-pointed and everything. He collapsed his body, once again, on his unkempt bed.

“Look who’s getting action while I’m not at school!” Ace gleamed. You were ready to throw a neighboring item at his face, which was an entire desk.

“We just met, idiot!” You scolded once again. Ace gave you a doubtful look.

“So he just mysteriously drew on your wrist, (F/N)? C’mon”

“Fine! We kind of talked and hung out during my English period”

Ace’s teasing, older brother attitude finally sunk under your skin. He noticed your cheeks slowly pigment at the topic of the moment you shared with the tanned, tatted boy.

“Be honest, do you think he’s cute?” Ace asked. At this point, you’d be talking to one of your girl friends than Ace judging his tone.

“I mean…” You played with your nails. “He’s sort of cute”

You admitted. Ace gasped at your response. That dark clouded judgment of how he was an asshole and very rude began to clear out the more you spoke with him. Sure, he had a playful demeanor but after that genuine smile that was carved in his lips when he played his heart away was different to you. You began to wonder if it was too good to be true.

“But I’m sure he has a partner or something already” You dismissed. You saw Ace’s cheesy smile collapse.

“That’s so cliche of you” Ace grumbled.

“I’m serious!”

“Be a homewrecker then!”

You jolted at Ace’s words, completely baffled. This time, you scrambled around to find an object to throw. You settled on a random stress ball in the shape of a basketball. It seemed as if it was a token of his away games. Chucking it at Ace, he let it hit him while he laughed manically.

“I’m not going to be a homewrecker, asshole!” Ace hadn’t stopped laughing.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” He steadied his breathing that was inflicted by his own humor.

“Where did you even come to that conclusion?” He asked. Ace had a major point. You randomly came up with an assumption to dismiss your own delusions.

“C‘mon, a bunch of people these days would be attracted to a guy like him” Ace held back laughter when you saw his lips quiver.

“Sounds like you’re one of those people”

“Portgas D. Ace! Enough!” You yelled, causing a mountain of laughter to spew out of Ace’s mouth.

Ace relaxed his laughter and fixated his eyes on the analog clock that sat on his nightstand. The time almost gave him a heart attack, it seems. He quickly jolted up from his bed and didn’t hesitate on throwing your backpack at you.

“Hey-!”

“It’s almost four, Garp is about to come home! Get the hell out!” Ace dragged you outside his room and straight to the front door. Ace practically gave you whiplash, but at least he was decently nice enough to meet you at the front door.

“What happened to your awesomeness, huh?” You teased. Ace replied with a playful glare and shove outside.

“It’s right up your coward ass. See ya, (F/N)” He slammed the door, leaving you on the front porch alone. You laughed under your breath from Ace’s reaction.

You eyed your phone as you trotted down the steps to enter your vehicle. Nothing super major stood out, besides one. Underneath all the random notifications and emails was a following notification.

Piratesgram:

traf.heart_law followed you!

You were taken back, wondering how he even found your infamous social media page. You opened the notification to which panned to the app itself. You scrolled through his own page before following him back mutually. He didn’t have much. His profile picture was a semi-side profile of him with a mic in front of his lips. You eyed his bio.

Musician / Medical student

this is kind of boring

i don’t do tattoo appointments

You didn’t spot anything indicating that he was in a relationship, panning back to the conversation you and Ace shared. You swiped through each post. Most of it consisted of his music and art pieces. Occasional self-portraits here and there, but they were those kinds of mirror pictures where his phone covered his face. Still no sign of a partner.

‘Why does that even matter, (F/N)?’ You scolded yourself.

Before you could reciprocate his following, you noticed the highlighted ring around his profile picture. Finally, you opened it. It was one post that consisted a group of guys you weren’t quite fond of. They all looked like they were in preparation for a musical performance in the familiar music room. Two people looked like they were having a side conversation, but you couldn’t quite make out their faces.

“can never get anything done with these idiots” The caption read.

“Right, band practice…” You murmured.

With that, you finally followed him back. Despite him being the first one to make a move, you felt a wave of nerves course through your veins after giving him that notification.

You focused all your attention on getting back home after secretly being at Ace’s during his house arrest week. You feared you’d be in the same boat as him if Garp snaked to your mother that you were at Ace’s during his sentence. Luckily, you didn’t see his familiar car pull in when you left.

-ˋˏ ༻ 🖤 ༺ ˎˊ-

Your mother placed a steaming plate of your favorite dinner in front of you. You felt your mouth water at the sight of it, not hesitating on flipping your utensils in your fingers to dig in.

“It’s hot, hon. Careful” She warned soothingly. You gave her a nod and decided to pass the time with your phone, which was entirely normal in this generation.

You opened the infamous social media app and saw Law’s profile highlighted again. You formed a small smile and opened it to see someone recording the band together. You heard the music harmonized together while someone sang proudly in front. You kept your eyes on Law, who was still playing that infamous guitar from earlier. He had a mic in front of his mouth as well as the other guitarist. Law played as backup vocals and you could faintly hear his familiar singing voice behind the lead vocalist.

The song wasn’t entirely foreign to you, but it wasn’t a song you’ve heard online. It reminded you of the song you caught the boy playing before you walked inside the music room. You enjoyed the fuller version of the song as much as you did when Law was simply playing his part, if not more. You thought it wouldn’t hurt to like his video considering it was quite literally music to your ears.

“Who’s that?” A voice startled you to the point you almost felt your heart stop. You breathed out heavily from the sheer terror.

“A guy from school, mom” You exhaled. She noticed that she startled you and couldn’t help but giggle.

“Be careful~” She cooed. You immediately caught on to what she was insinuating and immediately dropped both your fork and phone on the marbled island.

“Not like that, Mom! Don’t be like Ace, please” You picked at your plate with the fork. “He was so annoying about it”

Your remark made her laugh under her breath. She just rolled her eyes and served herself her own plate of food, packaging the rest away as leftovers for days to come.

“Then stop gawking at him and eat your dinner”

Your dinner was left untouched and you noticed. You eyed Law long enough for your food to cool down for consumption instead of the molten temperature it was once at. You grumbled in defeat and stuffed your face with the food.

After you cleaned your plate with your own appetite, you did your mother a favor and clean the dishes that were once used for her delectable dish. You shook your soaked hands in the sink to semi-dry them out. You felt your mother place a kiss on your head.

“Tomorrow, I need you to grab some groceries and other essentials” Your mother cooed. Your expression, which was once pleased by her gentle kiss, darkened at her after basically saying her weekend was ruined with errands.

“It’s the weekend, Mom. Do you have any pity?” You jokingly groaned to the woman that was about to rest her busy head in her master bedroom upstairs.

“No, but you’ll always love this witch you call a mother” She smiled, reciprocating the same humorous demeanor that you initiated. You exhaled in laughter.

“Goodnight, hon. Don’t sleep too late. I love you” With that, she disappeared by the steps that lead to her sacred room.

“I won’t, Mom. I love you, too”

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✎ ❝ BOOM chapter 3!! FIRSTLY the gradient text is probably the best thing i ever did in this novel because it. is. GORG!!! speaking of, i hope you enjoyed the little music i added. a few moments ago i blogged how i made a playlist for the novel so i’ll definitely link it sometime soon. now that i revealed laws talent (and literally the whole reason i wrote this story LOL) there’s going to be more songs and duets between you and traffyyyy! again, tysm for the immense support i get all happy and giggly when i see anyone message me or like my stuff you don’t understandddd! lastly, since i uploaded 2 chapters today, i think imma skip a day from writing cuz WOO this was a lot. i also realized how easier it is to edit on my pc rather than my phone (｡´╹A╹｀｡) ANYWAY i love you guys SOSO MUCH STAY SWEETTT!! ❞

All licensing and ownership belong to Eiichiro Oda

[heymomhowdoi]

Hi Mom: How Do I Schedule My Own Appointments?

Appointments are hard, and scheduling them can be much harder than actually attending them. A lot goes into making your appointments: from times, to dates, to reasoning, all can be really overwhelming when it comes to those moments on the phone with a total stranger.

So, how can you make your appointments appropriately?

First off, I know that phone calls can be hard: they are uncomfortable, and hearing someone's voice alone can mean that a conversation loses a lot of context. But, even though you're frightened, do it: I once saw a post online that talked about a little girl being afraid to jump in a pool. An older woman yelled to the girl "Be afraid and do it anyway!" This will be the best mantra for these sorts of things- and really, the rest of your life.

I would suggest having the calendar app open on your computer or phone, or if you have Google Calendar, keeping that open during the call. Make sure that you're on the right day when they ask about possible dates. Make sure that the date you choose does not conflict with your schedule in anyway: if you don't tolerate getting up early in the mornings, schedule it for later (or for a day where the availability is later). Choosing dates is really just order of elimination played under short notice.

If your provider has it, sign up for their patient portal as soon as you're able to. This will allow you to schedule appointments over an app rather than on the phone. I'd also suggest signing up for text updates/phone call updates so you know when the appointment is coming up! Some places even have email updates! But if you have phone anxiety, a patient portal will do wonders for you.

Once you have the appointment scheduled, feel free to scream into a pillow, vent to a friend, or have a very exasperated cup of your favorite beverage. I am so proud of you!

Love, Mom.

[trashpandacraft]

when we last saw our hero (me, in this instance), they had just run out of photos on their sheep and wool post because apparently the accursed tumblr app has a ten-photo limit. fear not, though, because now i'm on my actual computer!

so: bendigo sheep and wool pt ii: the fibre!!

i bought a couple silk hankies, because i've never spun one before and it sounded fun, and they were cheap. couldn't find any undyed, alas, but surely someone on the internet does that, right?

i also bought some dyed mulberry silk. i've got some tussah that i'm going to dye, but these were pretty and relatively inexpensive, and i'm a sucker.

aaaaaand then i bought some sari silk, which i've never used before! several of you have been doing some gorgeous stuff with sari silk recently, though, and i'm a copycat, so here we are.

i have no idea why my phone decided that all of these needed to have ~depth~ added to the shots, but i'm not hauling all of this out again, so here we are. you get the vibe.

i also got a little coil of bamboo fibre, because i've never spun bamboo on its own before. (i don't know if i'll actually spin this on its own or if i'll blend it, but now i have the option!)

i also got a thing of optim fibre (incredibly poorly formatted post from 2011, but explanatory), which i've never used before—it's merino that's been processed to stretch it out, making it even finer and softer. it's sort of weird to touch—it feels more like silk or created fibres than it does wool, but it seemed like it would be fun to try.

moving on to even more exciting stuff, we bought some castledale top. castledale isn't a breed yet, but is being developed as one, and i've heard that it's a delight to spin.

obviously it was important that we get both the plain and the kind with silk in it.

and, see, that was important because we hadn't yet done the most exciting thing we did all weekend, which was finding some gorgeous, affordable, locally made hand combs!

if you're in australia and want fibre tools, you should absolutely check out their website, and honestly, even if you're not, the shipping might be worth it. they were so, so nice, and the tools we got there are just gorgeous. (they're less yellow than this, in person, but my phone doesn't play nicely with the purple light in my bedroom at eleven p.m.)

we ended up getting mini combs, because as we were talking, the guy who makes them noticed my heavily kt-taped wrist and pointed out that the mini combs are less wear on your wrists, which sold me.

they also had some wonderfully designed lazy kates, which will hopefully let me avoid ever having to do this again.

the cleverest part is that it flat packs—the bobbin holders just lift out, and the orifice (it has an orifice!!) is held in place by the little screw up front. the tension is controlled by turning the knob, just like on a spinning wheel.

can't say enough about what lovely people they were, and i'm so excited to have enough fine motor control that it feels safe to assemble the cards. this weekend, hopefully.

and you might be thinking 'ok but are you just like...using those for blending?' and the answer would be no!! because we also bought these!

i went in thinking 'oh, i'm going to get something that's not an incredibly fine wool,' but like...what was i thinking? we're in australia. the only thing anyone produces here is fine wools! which isn't at all a complaint, because this looks gorgeous. so we got 1.5 kilos of corrie, and 1.7 of a bond/merino cross. the cross in particular looks absolutely stunning, and i cannot wait to start playing with them.

the rather elderly (80-ish?) woman working at the north east yarns booth gave us a lengthy talk about spinning in the grease, which i might try. one of the really interesting things to me here was that i've only ever looked at raw fleeces in the northeastern us before now, where the weather concerns are...uh, somewhat different? these fleeces don't have the dirt that i've seen on raw fleece before, just dusty bits—they're almost more like what i would associate with alpaca with regards to actual dirt/vm, but with bonus lanolin. so that's a nice bonus, and makes the idea of spinning in the grease was less offputting. (yes, i know that you can buy cleaner fleeces in the united states, too, and you can coat your sheep or have dry weather or whatever, but that's not an experience that i personally have had.)

this concludes (mostly) the list of things i bought at sheep and wool (also i bought slippers), and illustrates both why i cannot be trusted and also incredible restraint on my part.

[allthingsfangirl101]

Interview Nerves–Keys

I looked around the room, my nerves jumping around like they were inside a bounce house. I looked down, unable to stop my hands from shaking.

I knew how important this interview could be for our game, but I'd much rather be doing this over the phone. I tried taking slow breaths to calm my nerves like Keys taught me, but it was useless.

I glanced up to see Keys perfectly calm as they put his mike on. He was smiling widely, talking to the assistant. Keys and I have been best friends since we were little, completely inseparable. We grew up coding our own games. Eventually, one of them became an actually decent game.

We workshopped it and just sold it to Soonami. When Antwon first reached out to us about buying our game, it took a lot of debating and questions before we finally decided to sell it to him.

"Does your mic feel okay?" Someone asked me.

"Oh umm, yes," I struggled to answer. "I'm fine. Thank you."

"This is going to be great for our game!" Keys laughed. He looked over, his smile slightly faltering when he saw me nervously playing with my hands.

"Do I look okay?"

"Of course," he said instantly. "Y/N, are you okay?"

"I don't know if I can do this," I whispered. He jumped out of his chair and was in front of me in seconds. He reached forward and gently grabbed my hands in his.

"Hey," he whispered, "you are going to be amazing."

"I can't do this, Keys," I said shakily. "I'm not meant to be in front of the camera. I sit behind my computer all day, writing codes and building games. Not. . . this."

"Y/N," he whispered, "I am going to be right next to you the entire time."

"Promise?" I asked under my breath.

"I promise."

                                * * * * *

"We never dreamt this would've happened," Keys laughed. "I mean, Life Itself, it's essentially a fishbowl game. People aren't playing it, they're watching it grow. It's a strictly observational experience where computer-generated characters interact and evolve. I thought we'd be lucky to give it away."

"That's what's so charming about Keys," I sighed and gently cut him off, "he's clueless about his own genius."

"No, Y/N is the genius," Keys corrected. "She built the AI engine from the ground up."

"So, to get a little personal," she said slowly, "what's the thing that gets you up in the morning?"

"Medium coffee, cream, two sugars," I said instantly. I glanced at Keys to see him already watching me. The way he was smiling made my heart do a little flip. I resisted the urge to clear my throat as I looked anywhere but at my best friend.

"What's the other thing? Oh, yeah. An insatiable thirst for validation."

"She's not kidding," Keys laughed.

"I'm not," I added quickly.

"How about you?" The interviewer asked Keys.

"Code," he answered instantly.

"Code?" She asked

"Code," I copied, teasing him.

"Code, yeah," Keys chuckled.

"Here we go," I sighed.

"Cause it's not just zeros and ones," Keys continued seriously, "it's hidden messages. I like to think of myself, actually, as not a code writer, but an author. I just use zeros and ones instead of words cause words will let you down. But zeros and ones, never. Zeros and ones are as cool as shit."

"He's not kidding."

"I'm not."

I don't know why but something about the way the interviewer was smiling at Keys made my once fluttering stomach, turn sour.

"No, I've gotta ask," she said, pretending to sound like she was hesitating. "There is a lot of chemistry between the two of you. Has this evolved into more than that?"

Keys and I looked at each other with matching red faces. We opened and closed our mouths, unable to figure out what to say.

"Well," I said under my breath.

"We're just. . ." Keys struggled.

"Friends?" I asked. "I mean. . . We've been friends for, like, ever, but. . ."

"That's not to say that we don't. . ." I held my breath, waiting for Keys to finish his thought.

When he didn't, I whispered, "We don't?"

It felt like we were both holding our breaths as we stared into each other's eyes. I saw someone move out of the corner of my eye, a different kind of embarrassment swallowing me.

"We should talk about this later," I whispered, turning back to the smiley interviewer.

"Definitely," Keys said under his breath.

Throughout the rest of the interview, Keys and I blushed whenever we made eye contact. Things were a little tense for the rest of the interview. The tension changed, filling with relief when things started to wrap up.

"Well, thank you both for coming," she smiled.

"Thank you for having us," Keys said politely.

Things were still awkward as the crew took the mics back. I could feel Keys watching me as I slipped on my jacket, but I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I was too embarrassed. So, instead, I avoided it. I started to leave when he caught up to me.

"Y/N," he whispered, grabbing my wrist. "Can we go get a cup of coffee?"

"I don't know," I stuttered. "I should probably get home before. . ."

"Please," he gently cut me off. "There are just some things I need to say to you."

                                * * * * *

Keys and I went to grab a coffee before walking around the park. Neither one of us said anything during the first few minutes. Keys finally broke the silence when we hit the one-mile mark.

"I wanted to talk to you about what the interview brought up," he said. He grabbed my hand and pulled me over to a nearby bench.

"Keys. . ."

"Please let me get this out," he gently cut me off. "I think she was right. We've been best friends our entire lives. There is a chemistry between us, one that I can't ignore anymore. I know this is risky but I have to say it. Y/N, I care about you. A lot. More than just as your best friend should. I care about. . ."

"I love you, Keys," I blurted out.

"I love you too," he chuckled.

Keys reached up and gently cupped my face. I held my breath as he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. The sparks went crazy as our lips touched. We slowly broke the kiss, both of our faces bright pink.

"Your hand is warm," I whispered, making Keys laugh.

"That would be because of the coffee."

[lovebirdgames]

Sorry if someone's already asked, but do you think a mobile/android release'll ever happen? I'm just curious! I don't have a computer that actually works, and would love to experience this game for myself in some way!

btw, thank you guys so much for turning the joys of marching band into a otome game to begin with, I was so happy when I first saw posts about this game, you have no idea!

No, sorry...creating a mobile port would probably be nightmarish. They tend to be very buggy, you have to keep them updated because of the constant phone updates, would have to pay Apple's annual fee to be on the app store, and not to mention our wide screen stuffed with characters would look pretty bad on a tiny screen.

I'm not even sure phones would be able to run it...back when I made a game for my old job, they suddenly decided they wanted it to work on tablets and the tablets simply weren't strong enough to do so. I'd rather devote my time to creative pursuits rather than troubleshooting technology for the rest of my days.

I am sorry you can't play it though. As a Mac user, I do know the feeling with my Steam library full of PC games I can't play, but I keep telling myself "Someday." I hope you'll be able to play it someday, too!

And you're welcome!! Marching band seriously needs more love!!!

[translesbiantheo]

This is such a shitshow but blaming end users rather than the tech companies implementing obsolescence strategies.

Like, I'm pretty much bound to Windows cos of software I run for work that's not WINE compatible - this update will slow down my laptop that already struggles to run badly written over bloated software.

These days an absolutely massive portion of casual computer use happens through phones or tablets, most people I know these days who even bother to have a laptop have it for work related purposes or to play gaming software that's just as likely to be unrunnable in WINE.

This is behaviour coming from Microsoft that we first saw in iPhones, but on laptops and less avoidable (I kept a second hand iPhone alive for an improbably long time by refusing to update it - then had to update it when my bank app dropped support and it immediately crashed and broke). I hope that someone out there will provide cracks that allow you to avoid this "update".

I talked about the problem of Windows system requirements being too damn high before, and how the windows 10 to 11 jump is especially bad. Like the end of Windows 10 is coming october 2025, and it will be a massive problem. And this article gives us some concrete numbers for how many computers that can't update from win10 to 11.

And it's 240 million. damn. “If these were all folded laptops, stacked one on top of another, they would make a pile 600 km taller than the moon.” the tech analysis company quoted in the article explains.

So many functioning computers that will be wasted. And it's all because people don't wanna switch to a Linux distro with sane system requirements and instead buy a new computer.

Like if you own one of these 240 million windows 10 computers, Just be an environmentally responsible non-wasteful person and switch that computer to Linux instead of just scrapping it because Microsoft says it's not good enough.

[midwestdiscontent24]

the horvath of it all

So theres this show on hbo called girls. Im not sure if youve ever heard of it, but its a pretty solid 6 season run of television. On my first rewatch i hated it and hated the characters but i felt drawn to rewatch it and now its one of my favorite shows.

That being said, i still think Marnie is a terrible selfish person and not a very good friend. She paints herself as this independent, smart, confident woman, but the second she loses her job, she spirals out and it eventually leads to her downfall. She could have gotten a new job anywhere, even outside the art world, but instead she let it drag her down to being a hostess and eventually to her attempt to be a singer. In summation- if marnie michaels has no haters, im dead.

Jessa on the other hand is someone that i wish i could be. Well, parts of her, definitely not all of her. I guess really just jessa pre adam, because thats an entirely different discussion. But pre adam (and i guess pre rehab) she was this whimsical traveler who played by her own rules and i mean come on, she had beautiful hair. But like marnie, she could also be incredibly selfish. All four of the girls could be for that fact.

And i feel like even though i dont have any strong/solid opinions on her, i cant leave out shoshana. She really found her footing throughout the series and honestly i loved the episodes where she was with ray (who is my darling baby angel next to laird) I feel like im alone in saying the episodes where she was in japan were not my favorite. I thought they felt out of place and sort of like she was having an early life crisis.

And of course, theres miss hannah horvath. my 2010s queen. In season one, i saw so much of myself in her, specifically in her situationship with adam, and situationship wasnt even a word back then. Im sure you can surmise by my last post, but im going to say that i saw a great deal of me and jordan in hannah and adam. How could i not? In season one its a real will they/wont they but only to hannah. The audience watching can see that adam doesnt want to settle down, but hannah stays hopeful (and that eventually does change but not until season 2/3) I loved hannahs whimsical and charming nature and the fact that she was the age i am now and shes still trying to figure out what to do with her life.

I think if i had watched this show when i was 18/19 it would have been my favorite right off the bat and i would have felt very differently about it; being fresh out of high school and watching these people that i perceive to be very grown up and mature. It definitely would have altered by brain chemistry, as they say. Watching it now with my 24 year old eyes and brain i feel like i have an easier time seeing the negative aspects of the characters rather than just idolizing them.

Anyways, back to what i meant to say in the beginning. Hannah is what got me writing again. Well, blogging i guess but same thing. Her whole thing is that shes a writer, a so called "voice of her generation". Im not saying im that voice, but im sure i could be the voice of something. My problem is that when it gets hard, i just stop, instead of having a mental breakdown, shoving a q-tip into my ear drum, and then having my situationship burst into my apartment when i have a mental breakdown. I wish i could go that route, but alas, i dont have an adam, so the latter part would be out, and im running out of q-tips.

Ive been bitten by the writing bug more than a few times in my life. When i was a kid that was like my whole thing. Everyone told me i would grow up to be a writer, but looking back i never really spent much time writing, i just read alot. Maybe they thought that those two things went hand in hand but in my experience, they dont really happen at the same time. I really only read as a kid because thats all i had to entertain myself with. I wasnt allowed to spent much time on the computer, i didnt have my own phone until i was 18, and i wasnt allowed to watch much tv until i was a teenager. So as a kid i read anything and everything. Im sure in the beginning i really enjoyed it, but towards the end of my teenage years, reading was just a place holder for stuff i would rather have been doing.

I feel like getting a phone ruined my brain though. Because i have like zero attention span now. I spent like 10 hours a day on my phone and what am i even doing? switching between tiktok and twitter over and over again? Sometimes i close out of an app only to reopen it again immediately. Like thats pathetic. And i dont even know how to fix that without like, some kind of therapy. Which doesnt seem fun at all and sounds really expensive.