#It’s the company that takes care of that

[leidensygdom]

So, Discord has added a feature that lets other people "enhance" or "edit" your images with different AI apps. It looks like this:

Currently, you can't opt out from this at all. But here's few things you can do as a protest.

FOR SERVERS YOU ARE AN ADMIN IN

Go to Roles -> @/everyone roles -> Scroll all the way down to External Apps, and disable it. This won't delete the option, but it will make people receive a private message instead when they use it, protecting your users:

You should also make it a bannable offense to edit other user's images with AI. Here's how I worded it in my server, feel free to copypaste:

Do not modify other people's images with AI under ANY circumstances, such as with the Discord "enhancement" features, amidst others. This is a bannable offense.

COMPLAIN TO DISCORD

There's few ways to go around this. First, you can go to https://support.discord.com/hc/en-us/requests/new , select Help and Support -> Feedback/New Feature Request, and write your message, as seen in the screenshot below.

For the message, here's some points you can bring up:

Concerns about harassment (such as people using this feature to bully others)

Concerns about privacy (concerns on how External Apps may break privacy or handle the data in the images, and how it may break some legislations, such as GDPR)

Concerns about how this may impact minors (these features could be used with pictures of irl minors shared in servers, for deeply nefarious purposes)

BE VERY CLEAR about "I will refuse to buy Nitro and will cancel my subscription if this feature remains as it is", since they only care about fucking money

Word them as you'd like, add onto them as you need. They sometimes filter messages that are copypasted templates, so finding ways to word them on your own is helpful.

ADDING: You WILL NEED to reply to the mail you receive afterwards for the message to get sent to an actual human! Otherwise it won't reach anyone

UNSUSCRIBE FROM NITRO

This is what they care about the most. Unsuscribe from Nitro. Tell them why you unsuscribed on the way out. DO NOT GIVE THEM MONEY. They're a company. They take actions for profit. If these actions do not get them profit, they will need to backtrack. Mass-unsuscribing from WOTC's DnD beyond forced them to back down with the OGL, this works.

LEAVE A ONE-STAR REVIEW ON THE APP

This impacts their visibility on the App store. Write why are you leaving the one-star review too.

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Regardless of your stance on AI, I think we can agree that having no way for users to opt out of these pictures is deeply concerning, specially when Discord is often used to share selfies. It's also a good time to remember internet privacy and safety- Maybe don't post your photos in big open public servers, if you don't want to risk people doing edits or modifications of them with AI (or any other way). Once it's posted, it's out of your control.

Anyways, please reblog for visibility- This is a deeply concerning topic!

[inkscape-official]

Yes to all above but let's also add some things about bees.

I've done some beekeeping in the past and have interacted with many beekeepers, they are the nicest people you'll ever meet and care more about the bees comfort than basically anyone else (possibly even more than the bees do... exceptions are later). Bees can leave the hive at any time in a proper setup (there are exceptions... we'll get to those) and beekeepers will regularly let the bee hive increase in population until it naturally splits to form a swarm that will look for a second home they can settle into and usually these bees choose another hive the keeper has setup.

So now the exceptions: First off I will say I would not label everyone who keeps bees as a beekeeper, this is personal preference to distinguish the people who take care of bees from the greatest sin humanity has committed against bees, fucking pollination for sale hives... I don't know the correct industry term but these guys are cunts, basically some industrial scale farms (almonds especially) have decimated their natural habitat so badly that they need to depend on honey bees for 100% of the pollination and the bees in these cases usually can't produce any honey because extremely low quantities of nectar so the haves need to be cycled to recover every 6 months (except they can't because they never get a proper winter... there's a lot of fuckery going on with these setups). If you've ever seen "bee hives fall of truck onto highway" news stories it's these bastards, and again no honey so you can consume honey knowing this isn't an issue (anything with almonds though... this is absolutely happening) Ok not all setups can let the bees leave 100% of the time... there are good times to do that (like when a nuc queen has just had her nuptial flight and the entrance narrower you use blocks the queen from leaving but also prevents pests from bugging the much smaller than normal worker force, the queen has decided to stay anyways once she's done the nuptial flight so you're fine limiting in-out access for a few weeks) there are also bad times to do that (see above rant and consider the pollination for hire companies must have to prevent bees leaving during long distance transport and also when the bees are surrounded by almost no nectar all from a single plant they really hate feeding from so they would actually leave if they could)

So if you're concerned about bee products there's quite a few others you should be boycotting way harder. And if you're interested in learning more about any of this please try to find and reach out to a local beekeeping group (you may be invited to check hives and if you aren't squeamish about insects I'd highly recommend)

Ayoo just to preempt the inevitable dumb takes we’re about to start seeing;

I am PRO-WOOL

I am PRO-LEATHER

I am PRO-BEES

Fuck the idea of replacing durable, sustainable animal products with cheap, flimsy plastic that doesn’t bio-degrade. Agave nectar and other artificial sweeteners are expensive, labor-intensive, and destroy the environment to be farmed.

Do not buy into pernicious marketing campaigns pushed by dickhead organizations trying to stay relevant, like PETA.

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Head Canons: Now You See Me, Now You Don’t

Yandere Conman x Rich Married Fem Reader x Yandere ‘Neglectful Tycoon’ Husband

TW: Yandere themes, a man trying to get you to cheat, manipulation, neglectful husband, dark themes, and unhealthy relationship dynamics that should not be romanticized

Glen Magenta had always been a conniving individual since childhood. A natural born flirt who always got his way. Hell, he hardly ever heard the word no.

He was charismatic and romantic so it was easy for him to scam rich, lonely women trapped in loveless marriages. All he had to do was say pretty words and keep them company and he was able to drink the sweet nectar of their riches…

This time, he set his sights on the wife of a wealthy business tycoon named (your name). A delicate young woman with such sad eyes. She would be such easy prey… or so he thought

He introduced himself to her as Magnus Markley, a starving artist who has been utterly bewitched by her… but rather than fall instantaneously for his charms, she simply glanced at him like he was nothing. Was she not flattered by his good looks? By his sweet words and charming smile? How? She was known to be neglected by her husband in social circles.

(Your name) was the beautiful wife of Salvatore Urso. The wife Sal hardly gave any time to and yet she had no interest in an affair.

“I’m flattered, but I’m married.” Her soft voice replied to him as she showed that expensive ring that bordered on being gaudy. Magnus thought it was hideous… he never understood why the upper class had such awful taste, but at least Mister Urso had decent taste in his woman. (Your name) was going to be more difficult to catch than he thought… but he’d make the effort. After all, he enjoyed the hunt.

Glen truly committed to the character of Magnus Markley he created. He was a romantic and easily charmed (your name)’s closest friends in her social group. They were far easier to charm like his many conquests before (your name) yet she was the big fish he wanted… she would be the richest of any woman he’s seduced over the years. If Glen was able to capture her heart, he’d be set for life! He’d never have to work again… plus her husband was never around!

All Glen needed to do was work his way into her heart… even if he had to go through other women in order to do it. His greed had no bounds

Magnus was now often in the same circles (your name) ran with. She now saw him at every social gathering as he slowly wormed his way past her defenses by getting into her friend group to find out her hobbies. She enjoyed book club? He just joined to try to find inspiration for his art! She adored bird watching with the girls? Well, he was there to find an idea to paint!

Months went by into his plan. Hours of work went into his attempts to chip away at the walls around her heart and he finally made a crack… it seemed (your name) enjoyed having a genuine friend. Not that he was truly genuine.

(Your name) sat with him as they discussed books and music. Her sad face lit up warmly as she’d shyly talk of her interests. He’s never met a victim of his that was so cute.

He could see himself genuinely being with her. She was so sweet! How could someone be so sweet? Her husband was a fool for not being with her all the time!

The more he learned about her the more he began to falter with his goal. She was once a waitress at a restaurant before Sal married her? He never knew that… he had always thought she came from money since she was so prim and proper. Sal often bought her extravagant gifts? He had assumed her husband didn’t care much for her… but it seemed he did care. Sal cared far too much for his wife to the point it was terrifying.

(Your name) shared how most of her friends went missing after a while and that it was lonely, but her husband always cheered her up. That he’d take her to the best Italian restaurants each time and then he’d take her out on their balcony and make her limoncello to sip with him as they watched fireworks together.

It seemed he stumbled across a rabbit hole he should have never went down the more he learned. This young woman wasn’t a simple business tycoon’s wife… her husband was a part of the mob.

Glen couldn’t help but want to save her. She had no idea she was associated with the mob… that she was in danger!

For the first time in his life, he didn’t want to be selfish. He had enough to be able to relocate them to another country, he just had to convince her to flee… but he didn’t cover his tracks fast enough. Sal already caught wind of him.

Before he knew it, he was gagged and bound in a metal chair on the back of a ship on the sea. Cinder blocks were tied around each of his legs with heavy metal chains. Sal stood above him with a cigar in hand.

“I looked into you, Magnus or should I say… Glen.” Sal told the conman as he exhaled his cigar smoke. “Real piece of work, you are. Did you think I would let you try to take my wife?”

Glen gulped as Sal held up a pistol to him.

“I-I had no idea you cared so much for your wife-“

“Care for her?” Sal chuckled as his heavy accent dripped with venom, “I’m obsessed with her. She’s my darling wife and I’ll be damned if I let some schmuck get his greasy little fingers on her.”

Glen felt tears well up in his eyes. “Please, Sal. I’ll skip town, I’ll never talk to her again-“

“Yeah right, I found your little diary filled with love notes and your plan to convince her to run away with you.” Sal stood up with the gun still pointed. “Like hell I’d let you live. Rats like you need to be exterminated early.”

Glen felt tears roll down his face as Sal shoved the barrel into his mouth.

“Such a shame I have to get rid of another one of her friends, but she’ll be okay. I’m all amore mio needs.”

A gunshot rang out in the empty sea before a loud splash followed.

[goatgoesmbe]

Ghost x Reader, Price x Reader

(eventually GhostPrice x Reader, but like- not here, in future chapter)

Reader being Simon Riley's spouse, got a news that your husband was KIA on a solo mission.

It was hard, but you got through it eventually with time and the company of a certain man that your husband trusted his life with, his captain, John Price.

Eventually feelings starting to build for John, and your heart soared when he confessed that he had always seen you as something more.

Had always been even when you were still Simon's, but that was left unsaid.

Safe to say, you've moved on from Simon at this point.

So imagine your surprise when you caught a giant silhouette standing by the doorway to the bedroom as you were getting pounded by your new husband.

The door was locked, you made sure of it, and John always serious about the security of your home for your safety.

Though, you never thought of changing the lock of your front door, don't really have a reason to

And after all this years, he still held on to that key

Scarred physique, tired eyes locked with yours, unblinking. A corpse of a man. The Ghost.

It was stupid of him to have a bit of hope, to expect happy tears and warm hug welcoming his presence after a long time.

He didn't know what he was feeling, what he should feel. Sadness? Anger? Jealousy?

Betrayal?

A glimpse of memory flashed in his mind, an argument caused by the questionable intel on the mission he was gonna take.

Dark brown eyes finally broke contact with yours to trail at the man on top of you. Perhaps he was still unaware of Simon, or maybe he noticed and didn't care, or maybe he wanted to show off.

Simon was a possessive man, so he understood why John do what he did. To do something so dirty just to get his hands on you, to have you all to himself.

He could relate.

And he couldn't blame John for wanting you too, you were irresistible after all. It was his fault, he should've seen it coming.

Heavy boot stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.

Simon was too tired to think at the moment, years of survival alone left him a husk of a man, didn't have the energy to confront John about everything.

He'd do that later.

For now, he'd take any kind of welcome he could have.

With that, he pulled out his cock and shoved it into your gaping mouth.

And John's expressions unchanged, unruffled. Safe for the slight twitch at the corner of his lips, smirking.

[littlelamy]

hey bby can u please write rafe x fem pogue where sarah drags the pogues to one of topper's parties on figure eight and jj leaves reader alone for a few minutes and when he comes back reader is with rafe even though she knows she shouldn't be with him. got inspo from rihanna's song: don't stop the music <3 ily ily

sarah drags you to the party, her hand wrapped around your wrist, her excitement buzzing through the humid summer air. you don’t want to be here—figure eight parties always feel like walking into enemy territory, like stepping into a world that doesn’t want you in it. but sarah’s your best friend, and jj promised he’d stick by your side.

except jj’s gone, lost somewhere in the sea of drunken kooks, leaving you alone with a red cup in your hand and bass pounding through your chest. you try to blend in, try to ignore the sharp stares from girls in designer dresses and guys who wouldn’t look twice at you on any other day.

then you feel it. a gaze, heavy and unwavering.

you turn your head and there he is—rafe cameron, leaning against the wall like he owns the place. maybe he does. button-down unbuttoned just enough to show the cut of his collarbone, a drink dangling from his fingers, blue eyes locked onto you like he’s been waiting for you to notice him.

and fuck, do you notice him.

he smirks, and you know you should look away, should walk in the opposite direction. you shouldn’t let your feet carry you toward him, but they do. you shouldn’t let your fingers brush his when he takes your cup and replaces it with his own, but you do. (please don’t take random drinks from people) you shouldn’t let him murmur in your ear, voice thick like honey and just as intoxicating.

"you shouldn’t be here," he says, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

"and you shouldn’t be talking to me," you shoot back, lifting the cup to your lips. whiskey, smooth and expensive.

he chuckles, watching you like you’re the most interesting thing at this party. "where’s maybank? figured he wouldn’t let you out of his sight."

"he’s around," you answer, but you don’t really care where jj is. not right now. not with the way rafe is looking at you, like he wants to ruin you in the best way possible.

he steps closer, tilting his head, his lips dangerously close to your ear. "you know, you act like you don’t want me, but you haven’t moved away once."

you roll your eyes, but he catches the way your breath hitches. "maybe I just like messing with you."

he smirks. "careful, sweetheart. i don’t mind playing games, but i always win."

one song bleeds into another, the beat thick and pulsing. rafe takes your hand, and you let him. he pulls you onto the dance floor, hands settling on your hips, pressing close, closer, until there’s no space between you. he moves like he owns you, like he’s already memorized every curve, every reaction.

"you feel fucking perfect against me," he murmurs, his lips brushing your jaw, his hands sliding lower, guiding your hips to move against him. "wonder how much better you’d feel without all these people watching."

his fingers press into your waist, controlling your movements as you grind against him, the heat between you making it impossible to think straight. his breath is hot against your ear as he leans in, voice dripping with amusement. "you gonna let me keep you company tonight, or are you just here to wind me up?"

his teeth graze your skin, just enough to send a shiver down your spine as you move on him, a little closer each time. "fuck, you keep moving like that, and i won’t be responsible for what happens next."

his breath ghosts over your neck. "this is a bad idea."

"the worst," you agree, pressing back against him deliberately, feeling the sharp inhale he takes. but you don’t stop.

he groans low in his throat, grip tightening. "yeah, but bad ideas are always the most fun. and fuck, do you feel fun."

jj finds you minutes later, face twisted with something between betrayal and disappointment, but you don’t let go of rafe’s hand. you know you should. you know you shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t want this.

but you do.

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[sciencebecameouraddiction]

title: your heart in a note

author: sciencebecameouraddiction

fandom: arcane

rating: PG

genre: sweet fluffy romance, some angst, Salo hating

pairing: viktor x reader with wingman jayce but you have to squint

summary: never having a valentine wasn't something you considered a fault, until jayce opened his big mouth. now salo is trying to get your attention and you suddenly have a secret admirer?

Request:

I wanted to request for your Valentine’s Day fics one where Viktor is a secret admirer and starts leaving the reader little notes and gifts after reader says she never had a Valentine before. He’s just nervous to confess to her and is trying to build up the courage to. 

NOTE: its really long... like its long. just a heads up.

“You’ve never… what?” Jayce asks stunned. Your cheeks turn red as you glare at him. 

“No, I have never had a valentine, Jayce.” You respond, a tension migraine coming on as you looked at the man, knowing he meant well, but was hitting a nerve that you didn’t know existed. To most everyone you were happy with no significant other. It was a common ground that you and Viktor had found, as he too had not really had time for a serious relationship, nor really found the desire either. You had always had a small hope that maybe he would make the time for you, but that hadn’t happened yet, so it sat tabled.

“But that’s super important! Valentine’s is one of the best holidays to celebrate. It’s to show people in your life that you love them. That you care. You’ve never had a valentine?” He asks again. Your responding slow blink as your glare didn’t subside had the intended effect as he slowly backed off. 

“Not everyone needs a “valentine” to show love to others.” Viktor responded, being wholly unhelpful and completely quiet as Jayce got into one of his excitable moments. 

“Yes, but someone as lovely as they are? Someone should be your valentine. I would be but I’m Mel’s and she’s mine.” He said, very seriously. Neither you nor Jayce saw Viktor’s shoulders stiffen at that. 

“I’m going to find you someone! Mel will know someone!” Jayce said.

“What about Viktor? He doesn’t have one! Find one for him!” You protested as Jayce was already throwing his jacket on. 

“Nope he’s married to his work! I’m going to find you a special person for your valentine, don’t worry!” Jayce was out the door, with you staring, mouth agape after him. 

“Why doesn’t he choose you? You’re older than I am. You need someone first.” You grumbled as you grabbed the journal you needed from Viktor’s desk. He huffed in response and continued working as you groaned. This was going to be horrific. 

___________________

The next day Jayce brings around Salo. He shows him some of the lab and you just get a feeling that something odd is off. You realize it all too late when Jayce mentions Valentine’s Day. 

“What are you doing for Valentine’s Day, Salo?” He asked, his question seemingly innocent. 

“Oh, most likely going to the Valentine’s Day party that is being thrown this year.” Salo raises a perfectly arched eyebrow. “Why are you asking, Tails? Want an invite?” He sneers. “Oh no, no! I was seeing if you were spending it with anyone!” 

“Oh I’m flattered Talis, but I am alone and not accepting company.” Salo’s response looks positively horrified. You look at Jayce trying to get his attention to stop this, knowing where it was going but he either doesn’t see you or ignores you. 

“No, I’m spending it with Mel, but I have a friend who is looking for a date.” Jayce says, peaking Salo’s interest. 

“Who’s the friend, pray tell?” Salo inquires, as Jayce points over at you. Your eyes wide as Salo glides up to you. 

“Oh, well, now… I may need some company after all now.” He smiles, and for some reason it makes your stomach twist. “I don’t believe we’re acquainted.” He holds out his hand, and as you take it to shake it, he kisses your hand. “It’s a pleasure. You need a date for Valentine’s?” Salo asks. 

“I-um… Well…” You stutter, your brain not catching up quick enough for a quip to get him to stop touching you. Jayce looks extraordinarily happy and you for half a moment want to throw him in the forge. Viktor suddenly appears at your side, a dark look in his eyes. His hand immediately grabs your elbow, for a moment grounding you. 

“I need your help with this equation.” He said, his voice leaving no room for argument, as you withdrew your hand. You smiled hesitantly at Salo.

“I apologize, I must go.” You say to Salo. Something registers in Viktor’s eyes as he looks at you and then Salo. 

“Ah, yes, sorry to pull her away.” 

“Oh, no worries. We can continue our lovely conversation later.” Salo purred as he pulled back. Jayce’s smirk not leaving his face as he watched Viktor pull you away from everything. You looked back to see Jayce speaking to Salo and then Salo leaving as Viktor guided you over to his desk by the small of your back. You looked at him questioningly, but much more at ease. 

“Thank you.” You whispered to him as he gathered up some papers for you.

“You are welcome, but I did need you, just so happened that it was at that moment.” Viktor said, handing you the papers and directing you back over with instructions to look over the equation. You nod, but look back over at the man who was now hunched back over his desk, feeling grateful but confused. For a man seemingly so sure of himself, his presence left you completely lost sometimes.

_______________

With five days until Valentines Salo became a very annoying presence that would pop in to occasionally talk you up, flirt with you, bring you extravagant gifts… And they all made you sigh. You guess you appreciated his thoughtfulness, but even that was questionable because the man, since Jayce had opened his big mouth, had not taken any time to learn anything about you. So all the gifts that had been given were generic. 

Until today. When you walked in and surprisingly was the first one in the lab. You see your desk and a small bouquet of your favorite flowers, a few selections of chocolates, which you love and the pen that you were eyeing to buy, but wasn’t willing to spend that amount of money sitting there in the open. You picked up the pen and looked at it. You quickly realized it was customized. The color, which was your favorite was not available in the base line versions, and your name was engraved on it as well. You were inspecting it as you heard Jayce and Viktor walk in. 

“Whatcha got there?” Jayce asked coming up behind you. “Oh, did Salo leave this gift for you?” You froze, looking at everything and saw a note. Picking it up and opening the note as Viktor came to look on your left side, you read the note.

“Admiring from afar,

Your beauty is beyond compare.

My thoughts feel bizarre,

As you haunt them continuously.

-Your Secret Admirer”

“Not Salo.” You whisper, running your hands over the writing, that looked vaguely familiar but you couldn’t place it. 

“Getting popular, are you?” Viktor asked, a sly smile on his face,

“Oh, hush.” Your face heating up, as Viktor’s chuckle carried through the lab as he headed to his desk. 

You placed the flowers in a makeshift vase, and placed the chocolates next to it. Just as you were finished arranging everything, Salo walks in, looking at the flowers and chocolates.

“Oh, I see you got the delivery I sent you.” He says calmly, a proud smirk on his face. 

“What?” You gasped, looking at him.

“What!” Viktor ground out, whipping around in his chair with a speed you had never seen. 

“Yes, of course. I have to make sure my valentine receives the best.” He says. Your eyes narrow at him, not believing him completely. 

“The lab was completely locked all night and the only people who have a key is us three.” Viktor’s eyes narrow at Salo.

“I have my ways. Don’t you have papers to grade, assistant?” Salo cheerfully asked. Your eyes widened as Viktor was starting to get up. You and Jayce were quicker though. 

“Salo, that’s enough.” Jayce said, standing up and placing himself between you and Viktor. “Viktor is my partner.”

“Exactly, do not talk about Viktor like that.” You ground out. “And if this is from you, I do not want it.”

“You don’t want it?” Salo looks offended. “I do not want it.” You repeat. “You insult those closest to me, you haven’t taken any initiative to even learn anything about me… I do not accept your half hearted affections, Salo. You are a wonderful business partner, and that’s what we can stay.” 

Salo huffs, looks at the three of you and then leaves. Jayce sighs as he leaves. “I’m going to need to fix that,” He looks at both you and Viktor, “But it’s fine, he was totally out of line.” Viktor glares at Jayce.

“I’m not sure that I even want this anymore if it’s from Salo.” You sigh looking at the flowers and chocolate. “It just doesn’t make sense though. What Salo has been bringing and then this… He didn’t even mention the pen or the note.” You say, thinking out loud. 

“Then that means…” Jayce starts.

“It’s not from Salo.” You finish, your eyes lighting up. “But he took credit for it!” You look at Jayce and Viktor indigently. 

Viktor scoffs. “How does this surprise any of us?” He asks, walking over to his desk. Jayce sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“It doesn’t, just causes more problems to deal with.” Jayce mutters and stalks off to his desk. You sit back down and look at your flowers, gleeful now that they weren’t tainted with the thought of Salo buying them for you. 

________________________

The next day greeted you with another gift from your new secret admirer, and no Salo in sight. Which meant it was a glorious day. 

Sweet Milk filled chocolates from the Undercity, a small trinket that you had been looking at weeks ago at one of the vendor stalls and another note. 

“Though some might try to steal my thunder, 

I’m much more subdued than lightning. 

But I must tell you that you are a wonder,

And that makes you so much more frightening.

-Your Secret Admirer”

“Frightening? Am I scary?” You turn to look at the two men across from you. “No!” Jayce starts, his hands emphasizing his point as he shakes them and his head at the same time. 

“I think what they meant, is that you are a wonder. You’re awe striking. And that is what is frightening to them, because you are so wonderful. They obviously feel some hesitancy telling you their identity. Must be some insecurity there.” Viktor says plainly. 

“You’re blushing Viktor! Oh, you must be thinking of someone that is a wonder too, huh? That’s where this sage wisdom comes from.” You laugh, as you place the small trinket next to the flowers and continue about your day, a smile on your face whenever you saw the gifts that were starting to collect near your desk. 

______________

You wondered desperately who your secret admirer was. You automatically crossed off Jayce and Viktor, both seeming to have their own interests. Part of you was sad at that thought though, you sighed as you settled on your couch for the first quiet night in your apartment in a while. 

You had wanted it to be Viktor so badly. Shocked that he had never caught your stares as he worked, or how you would get there early so you could have coffee ready, or how you’d stay late just to spend more time with him. He was kind with a sharp sense of humor. Overly fond was an understatement of how you felt about him. 

It was obvious that he didn’t feel that way about you. Not after today’s talk and how he blushed? You wondered who he was interested in, or possibly even already dating. Was it Skye? They had known each other for a while, it would make sense. 

Your body tensed before relaxing, feeling tears prick at your eyes at the idea of Viktor being with someone else. Quickly blinking them away, you got up, rubbing your eyes harshly and brought yourself to bed. This bout of emotion must be from lack of sleep. Nothing else, and a good sleep would cure it. 

You settled into bed and drifted off quickly, your dreams haunted by golden eyes.

_______________

By the time it was the day before Valentine’s Day, your secret admirer had upped the ante on what they had given you each day. On the third day, was a book about philosophy that you had mentioned in passing that you wanted, in addition to another book on theoretical physics, which you had been studying to see if the hex core could be utilized in some kind of instant transportation. On the fourth day, well, that was the first time someone delivered something to you. A man walked in with a delivery of half a dozen of your favorite pastries, coffee and lunch. Including lunch for Viktor and Jayce too. 

You all had sat around discussing who this secret admirer might be, no one coming up with anything concrete. 

“I swear I have seen their handwriting though.” You mused as you bit into your pastry again, not catching the small bit of creme that clung to your top lip. “It’s bothering me that I can’t remember where.” You pursed your lips. 

“Ah, you have something…” Viktor started, motioning to your mouth. 

“Oh my gosh!” You laughed and wiped the opposite side. “Did I get it?”

“No, no. Here.” Viktor quickly took his thumb and wiped across the top of your lip transferring the filling to his thumb which he promptly licked off. Continuing to eat his own pastry, seemingly not at all realizing what he just did, you and Jayce look at each other, bewildered. 

“Um, thank you?” Your voice unsure and confused. Viktor looked up, seeing Jayce’s questioning look and your face that turned tomato red, his eyes widened. 

“I apologize, if I overstepped.” He said, looking at you, his ears burning even brighter than before you realized. 

“It’s okay. You just took me by surprise.” You smiled, trying to reassure the man. Meanwhile your heart thumped loudly out of your chest as you finished the rest of your pastry trying to look like you were reading your notes. Missing Jayce giving a knowing look at Viktor. 

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Valentine’s came, and you were giddy. Getting dressed in the morning, you wore a cute outfit and sprayed a little bit of fragrance to commemorate the occasion. Jayce was already leaving the lab with a few dozen of roses. 

“Bye! See you tomorrow!” He yelled down the hallway. You watched him leave and as you entered the lab, you saw Viktor standing there seemingly staring after Jayce looking shocked. 

“The largest bouquet I’ve ever seen.” You chuckled. Viktor smiled.

“Eh, not the largest I’ve ever seen.” 

“Viktor!” You laugh and go over to your desk to find a note as well as a small jewelry box. You open the jewelry box first, and almost jump out of your skin when Viktor’s voice sounds off right next to you. 

“I think you’re supposed to read the note first.” 

“When did you become so invested in this?” You ask, still opening the jewelry box. 

“When I wanted to figure out how they keep getting into this lab.” He mutters. 

“Ah, so Jayce is helping them?” The tone of your voice joking, as opening the box reveals a stunning purple and blue opal pendant necklace. You blink and grab the note.

“The hexcore shifts colors like a rainbow,

But you shine brighter than it could ever know.

Meet me at the docks tonight a nine.

We could have dinner and wine?

-Your Secret Admirer”

“Oh my goodness, they asked me out!” You say turning to Viktor. 

“They did? You better be careful it could be a serial killer.” He jokes. 

“Haha.” You deadpan as you take the necklace out and start to put it on. 

“Here,” Viktor stops you, motioning for the necklace. “Let me help you.” You nod and turn your back to him. He gently places the necklace down and clasps it with ease, settling it against your neck. You feel his fingers start to drag down your spine, feeling a shiver course through your body. 

“Lasko,” His voice barely a whisper. Somehow he’s close enough that you feel his breath from the word against your neck. Your body overheating at his closeness, wanting to be closer. Suddenly, the doors to the lab swing open, bursting the moment like a bubble and entering in Skye. You both almost jumping away from each other.

“I have the reports for you! It took me a while but I got them together.” She starts off on what is in the reports and you sigh, looking at Viktor being swept away, feeling possibly more confused then you did before.

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With the day ending, you see Viktor still working as you were getting ready to leave, so you could go on your date. 

“Are you not getting ready to go on your date?” You ask, as you throw on your jacket. 

“My what?” Viktor’s head whips up at you, his eyes wide. 

“Your date? You obviously are dating someone. Don’t you have a date tonight?” You clarify as his shoulders physically relax. 

“Oh, no. I-um… no. No I don’t.” He looks off to the left. 

“Well, depending on how this date goes, I’ll dash and bring the left overs back. We can eat them together and I’ll steal whatever cake they have. Okay?” You say, feeling bad leaving him alone. 

“You’re too kind. Go have fun.” You smile and quickly head off to get ready. 

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The hour you gave yourself two get ready went by far too quickly. You found yourself standing on the docks, listening to the gentle breeze and the water lap against the shore, in a calming, rhythmic pattern. Almost drowning out the beating of your own heart in your ears. You focused on the sound of the water missing the footsteps of someone coming up behind you. You jump a bit, being taken from your thoughts as you hear a throat clear. 

Turning you see Viktor standing there with a small bouquet of flowers, your favorites again. He looks positively uncomfortable and nervous as his grip in his cane constantly changes. 

“Viktor?” Your voice asking more than stating the very obvious answer to the question you’ve had all week. “You’ve been my secret admirer?”

“I have.” He nods, looking almost for the first time in his life that if he were to talk more he might either fling himself over the dock to be sick or to get out of this exchange. 

“Did you want to be? Because you look positively horrified to be here.” You say, stepping forward. 

“No, I did! I-Of course I did. I’m just- Eh, a little nervous I guess. On how you’re currently perceiving everything.” He shrugs, looking away. The unspoken words being him worried of how you were perceiving him.

“You really went to the trouble of getting me all of those gifts this week? Even the sweet milk filled chocolate from the Undercity, that I mentioned one time that I liked?” You asked, stepping forward again. 

“Of course I did. I remember everything you say, because everything you say is valuable to me.” Viktor’s words are so earnest you stop yourself for a second. 

“I loved everything.” You whisper, taking the final steps so that you were chest to chest. He looks down at you, those golden eyes that haunted your dreams shining in the low light. 

“I had hoped you would.” He whispered, wordlessly handing you the bouquet. You take it in your left hand, your right hand reaching up to cup his cheek. Golden eyes widening at your closeness. 

“Can I kiss you?” Your voice brushing past him, feeling the responding shudder from his body. 

“Yes.” Is the only word you heard before your lips were on his. His left hand reaching to your waist while your tried to somehow pull him closer with just the hand you had anchored on his face. The moan in the back of his throat as you deepened the kiss was felt more than it was heard, but the small whine from both of you as you parted was almost in harmony. 

“I promised you dinner.” Viktor whispered. “We’re late.” 

“And wine.” You prompted the reminder, as he smiled at you. Almost as blinding as the sun itself on a summers day. 

“And wine.” Was his agreement as he pulled back and offered you his hand. Taking it in yours as you both began to walk back up the docks, you suddenly realized.

“I had recognized the handwriting on the notes!” You exclaimed. Viktor looked at you amused. “It was your writing. It was your hand writing!” You shake your head. “I’m an idiot.” 

“Your perception skills do leave much to be desired, but it worked out in my favor. I truly thought I had ruined everything by buying that one trinket you wanted when we were at the shops a few weeks ago.” Viktor chuckled. 

“I just figured someone was watching or you told them, since it was just us there!” You explained. “That’s not a great reason is it?” Realizing that your reasoning was not sound really. Viktor just looked down at you, still walking with a slight smirk. 

“I never said I loved you for your perception ability.” He kissed the top of your head as you leaned against him, breathing in the soft scent of his cologne and the smell of grease that seemed to cling to him. 

“Wait! You love me?” Your voice loud as you pull off him and round to face him, walking somewhat backwards. Viktor’s laugh echoing through the square. This was definitely the start of many amazing Valentine’s Days.

[edward-munson]

Hi! I wanted to ask if you could write a eddie x reader where they have been together for a few years and his band broke through so he is doing tours and stuff and reader knows he's loyal but still feels insecure about herself and when she confesses to eddie he assures her there is no one else and when they make love he proposes? ^^

Hi!! This is definitely something that would happen to me if I was reader and omg that would be such a lovely moment if it was real! You said "make love" but I went too far with this one, sorry 🥲 They hadn't seen each other in months in this story!

Word count: 3k

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MDNI), established relationship, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), aftercare, praising, choking kink

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Eddie and his band were selling out arenas too fast lately. Corroded Coffin used to play at night clubs and small bars, until they had been getting invitations to perform at weddings and birthday parties as well. That was almost three years ago. Now, the lead singer of the metal band has been on magazine covers and headlines as they have been selling out huge arenas.

From state to state in the US, he and the guys were also travelling around the world, visiting new places and meeting new people. Meeting fans. It wasn't a big deal to you, especially when you were also making them company through a few dates. But when you stayed home, you felt a little insecure about yourself. Because you know how rock stars and musicians were like sometimes. You've heard multiple stories about lead singers and other band members leaving parties, hotels, etc, with other women hanging around their shoulders.

Eddie would never be one of them. The caring, kind, dork Eddie Munson was never the type. Either it was him, or Gareth, or Jeff, who would reassure you there was no one else in his life, and it was enough for you to put it past you. They had a week off recently, all of them deciding to take a small trip to the Caribbean. The boys weren't heavy partiers, choosing a destiny that was purposely for rest only. And they meant it.

He bought you a plane ticket right before he departed from France. He was excited to see you again after a few months apart from you, it was getting on his nerves how much he missed you and how much he wanted to kiss you. As a matter of fact, he wouldn't shut up about it to his friends, who were seemingly getting bothered by his talkative ass.

"I don't care, I miss my sunshine" He shrugged Gareth off during the flight after his friend told him to keep his tongue into his mouth.

The guy beside him rolled his eyes to the back of his head and groaned.

"Besides," Eddie drawled, "Aren't you the one who desperately needs to bang his crush for the good of the Earth?"

Gareth almost choked at his quip and elbowed his rib, ripping a heave out of his lips from the aggression. He still didn't care, he was so high up on his emotions that he even bought you your favorite flowers, lilies.

They had drawn attention at the hotel's restaurant. A few guests lined up to get pictures and autographs as they held a huge smile on their faces. One of the girls, a short brunette, stood beside Eddie while he attended the other fans. She wouldn't stop ogling him, her small hand wrapping her fingers around his bicep for attention. He wasn't giving her any. Jeff watched her with side eyes, shaking his head at the sight they've grown used to at this point. So many groupies trying to get a glimpse of them, most of them always jumping at Eddie, trying to rip him off from his group at times.

He knew better than to actually give them attention. Instead, he shoved her hand off and walked past the few people, walking towards the bar along with the guys. They had been sitting there, sharing a few drinks for almost two hours when you arrived. There was still a wave of fans outside the area, trying to catch their attention, some girls standing behind the glass door almost gawking at them. As soon as Gareth caught sight of you, he flew off the chair and sprinted towards you, wrapping you in a tight hug. It was the attention you were having that sparked a reaction at the attempted groupies, who started calling you names in whispers.

From the back of your friend's head, you saw the way Eddie was expectantly waving at you with the widest grin on his face, just as his other band mates. They love you, they truly, utterly, worship you and you feel the same about them. You walked to your boyfriend, finally giving him that longing hug, crushing him. Your lips connected into a desperate kiss and you missed his smell. The softness of his hair, the roughness of his fingers digging into your waist.

"God, get a room" Jeff quipped, drinking the rest of his Jagermeister, swatting Eddie's hand as he flipped his friend off.

"Missed you so much, sunshine" He whispered over your lips, one of his hands reaching your face.

"I missed you more, Eds" You raked your fingers through the nape of his hair and caged his lower lip between your teeth. It made him sigh through your mouth, his other hand almost marking your waist.

That was the push he'd been waiting for. He missed your touch, the way you provoke him and make him lose his mind. He dropped his hand from your face, reaching for your hand, interlacing your fingers. Eddie didn't want to waste any other minute apart from you. He left his friends behind at the bar, following to his hotel room. He pushed you against the wall of the elevator, latching onto your neck as his teeth grazed against your skin. Your soft whimper filled the air as your hands flew up to his hair, pulling a fistful of his strands, making him groan against you.

Eddie eagerly closed the door behind him, his hand still attached to yours as he made his way to the bed with you following suit. He pushed you down the mattress and hovered over you. He trailed kisses along your jaw, down to your neck, reaching your chest. Both of his hands gripping your tits tightly, his ringed fingers squeezing them.

Your legs crossed against his hips, pulling him closer to your already heated core. He trailed your skin back up, ghosting his lips over your mouth, his breath fanning you. He smelled like Negroni and it made your head spin a little. You were making him get too hard already, his jeans straining against his cock.

You broke the kiss, looking up at him with curious eyes. There was a flash of something he didn't know how to read. "Those girls outside, did you–"

You trailed off, meaning to ask him if they had invited them to the bar. Eddie's lip curled upwards and pecked your lips. "No, sweetheart. They just wanted some attention, but we didn't give them any"

"Okay" You breathed, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Good"

He knew what that question meant. And as he straddled you, he leaned an elbow for support and held your jaw. "There's nothing to worry about, babe. I swear. It's just you, and you only"

Eddie used the same hand to roam over your body, until he reached the hem of your dress. "It's always been you" He left a wet kiss on your earlobe, breathing against your skin, where he left goosebumps.

The one hand lifted your dress up, his fingertips ghosting over your skin before he squeezed your tight and spread it open. "Just you, baby" He rasped against your mouth, finally closing the gap between you two with a hurried kiss. Your tongues clashed together, a hunger possessing his body as he sucked your lower lip, ripping a moan out of you. He could feel your dripping cunt over the fabric, pushing it to the side as he spread your folds with his fingers, collecting the slick of your slit, stroking your skin up and down until he reached your aching nub.

Eddie had always been skilled with his hand, always knowing what to do and how to do it. His calloused fingers started to rub circles, slowly and softly, before his middle finger slipped to your entrance, your pussy swallowing it. "Eddie, oh God" You mewled between the kiss.

He started pumping you faster, adding two more fingers, curling them until they reached the most sensitive spot inside of you. Your hips were rolling against his hand, all while his thumb pressed against your clit.

His other hand was cradling your face, his mouth wandering around your neck, leaving pepper kisses all over it. They were subtle, he never liked to suck and leave marks. Not there, either way. When he noticed your legs were almost giving out, he pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them to his face. It wasn't a surprise for you whenever he did that. He opened his mouth and sucked your juices. His chin was glistening from your slick and he hummed in appreciation.

He pulled the dress out of your body, holding his glance towards your breasts. "I fucking missed you so much, sunshine" He breathed, lifting his shirt off, throwing it away. You helped him undress himself, the enormous bulge against his underwear leaving a wet patch from the precum. You slid your hand down his stomach, reaching for the waistband of his boxer, pulling the fabric down until his hardness sprung free. It was a little above average, the girth was impressive as well as the pink tip.

You could never wrap your head around the fact that he could fit you and even then, you could swallow him without gagging. He didn't want any of that tonight. He had other plans for this day. He had it all figured out and he wanted you to have a good time. He still had a whole week ahead with you. You could only pump him a few times, fingers stroking his tip, pulling him out of his misery for a few seconds, before he placed both hands on your hips and whirled you. Your ass facing him, your back arching with expectancy.

You felt a pang of giddiness as soon as he spread your legs apart and latched onto your cunt from behind. His tongue spreads your folds, slipping between them. He flicked your clit and pulled your sensitive skin between his teeth as he sucked on it. Your hips buckled with the pleasure he was giving you. He danced with his tongue, selfishly swallowing all of your wetness, while his throat left a grunting noise. Eddie was eating you out, making you stumble upon your moans, his palm slapping against your ass making you jolt forward.

"So good. You taste fucking amazing, baby" He praised, his hot breath hitting your slit. His tongue found your entrance and he fucked you into oblivion. His head shaking for good measure as he left marks on your ass. He moved his head up and down against you, licking stripes up and sucking on your clit, holding you into place. His nose was nudging against your pussy that was already throbbing and clenching around nothing.

His free hand was squeezing your waist, holding you for support, preventing you from falling forward. You could hear his own moans, his grunts, as he pushed your ass against his face, feeling the numbness of your body. A blissful feeling as you were reaching your apex, but he stopped and you whined.

"You're such a good girl" He said, brushing his cock against your slick folds that were almost dripping with his spit. His tip slid up and down as he tapped it against your clit. "You like that, huh?"

You nod, throwing your head back as your mouth falls agape from the excess of lust. Eddie's nails dig on your skin when he pushes his cock deep inside you, slapping his waist against your ass with a single, hard thrust. He snakes a hand to wrap around your throat, squeezing your windpipe carefully so he would choke you slightly. "Please fuck me, Eddie" You pleaded.

He felt a lump burning in his throat for the way he was craving for you. He quickened his pace, pounding on you harder, making the tip of his cock hit your walls mercilessly. There was a bead of sweat dripping from his face, down his neck, along his chest. He forgot to tie his hair and now his curls were messy and damp already. You cried out when his palm met your asscheek once more, your elbows almost giving in from the way you were losing balance.

Eddie slapped and slapped his balls onto your clit, feeling the roll of your hips against him, squeezing him as you clenched around his cock and he throbbed inside of you. There wasn't a time where he wouldn't fuck you dumb, but the span time of months since he last saw you made him starve. He loved you, it aches. He praises you every time you're together. He likes to worship you, to show everyone you're his and no one else's.

His fingers dug on your neck from the pressure he was making, you were gasping for air, almost out of breath, but the burning feeling of arousal kept growing each passing second. He pulled out of you with a whimper, rolling you around so you were lying on your back, facing him.

His pupils were blown, his mouth parted weather from the heaving or from the way he was looking at you. Eddie spread your legs apart again, bending them and pulling them over his arms, before pushing into you without a single support of his hands. Your face contorted with pleasure, his cock pounding into you until it hit your uterus.

He threw his head back and moaned. He growled, grunted, moaned and whimpered and didn't care he was being loud. His hair was bouncing with the rhythm of his thrust, sweat coating him entirely, his happy trail all wet as well. He leaned down, your legs almost wrapped around his midsection, going deeper and further into your pussy without breaking the pace.

His hand found your face and cradled your cheek, his thumb stroking your pulse point with tenderness. His lips found yours in a desperate kiss, tongue fiercely clashing against yours, savoring you entirely.

"Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum" He panted against your mouth, ragged breathing as he thrusted against you. His lips closing in on yours in a starving kiss.

Eddie changed his pace and pounded on you in a slight push, only to thrust harder into you, pulling back and repeating the motion. Your hips started to roll against his cock again, your pussy throbbing around him as you started to feel your own pleasure building up quickly. "Eddie, I wanna cum. Please, please, please. Eddie I-"

He broke down first, your whimpering made his ears buzz with exhilaration, while his hips stuttered and he spurted inside of you, his seed coating your walls avidly as he lets out a strangled groan. He was still hovering over you, your breaths finding each other in the middle, before you gasped. He opened his eyes to look at your furrowed brows. "Open your eyes. Look at me, sunshine" He demanded.

You only had time to look through your lashes when you reached your own high, your legs finally giving out and falling limp into the mattress. Eddie had stopped his thrusts only when he climaxed, but now he was overstimulating you with his still half-hardened cock, pulling in and out of you with soft pounds. Your hands squeezed his biceps and you could feel your orgasm washing over you in a thundering wave. You couldn't stop shuddering under Eddie, his own hands finding your waist to soothe you.

"You did so good, baby. You were fucking amazing" He praised you. He waited until you came down off your high and pulled out of you, both whining with the lack of contact.

He dressed himself first, before cleaning you up afterwards. He picked one of his shirts and an underwear, handing them to you. It was only a matter of minutes until his life changed forever.

He found the small box sitting on the drawer, next to the picture of the two of you he brought with him. You were lying on your side when you caught him staring at some blank point, before coaxing him into talking. Eddie walked back to the bed, kneeling in front of it as he was holding the small velvet box in one hand, the other one extending towards you to hold your hand. You squint your eyes and chuckle in confusion. More like surprise, at that.

"Eddie, what's this?" You ask, sitting up, dropping your legs over the edge of the bed.

He licked his lips before grinning, looking down at the box in his hand. "Baby, you have no idea how much you mean to me. And I know how insecure you feel about yourself but trust me, there's no one else I would love more than you"

His thumb was caressing your hand and you could feel his trembling fingers squeezing you. "I've gone through this for a couple of months. And the guys helped me find the perfect gift for you, they talked me into this too. I wanted this reunion to be the best part of this week off"

He cleared his throat and opened the lid with his other thumb. The shining ring sitting perfectly inside of the box, reflecting the sparkle in your eyes as you sighed in awe. "I truly mean this when I say that you are the most important part of my life, sunshine. Fuck the band, fuck the guys. Fuck the money and shit, all I care about is you. Will you marry me?"

"Oh my God, yes! Of course, Eddie!" You jumped up and wrapped him tight without hesitation. "I will always say yes to you"

Eddie swiped the tear that was threatening to fall from your eyes, bringing your face closer to him, enveloping his lips around your chaste kiss. "I love you, baby" He breathed.

"I love you too, Eds"

He smiled widely at you, finally sliding the beautiful sparkly ring on your finger, watching as you looked at it in awe. That was the perfect reassurance you needed from him.

[starsandhaloss]

Shadow not knowing what to do with his life anymore. Being a weapon was all he thought he was going to be and now that it's no longer the case he's lost. Luckily for him he has a special blue hedgehog and his family to help him out.

Slowly but surely, Sonic managed to breakdown those hard walls around Shadow's heart, learning that he was not used as just a weapon in those labs but also the key to curing Maria's illness. That surprised Sonic at first because from what Shadow had told him Maria had always been so full of life, energetic, but she had her bad days too he soon discovered and Shadow would be by her side through it all.

That gave Sonic an idea.

Tom and Maddie loved to get the boys included within the community, to help them really feel a part of it and not be isolated just because they weren't from Earth. When Sonic came to Maddie with his idea, she was ecstatic and instantly agreed to take Shadow there and back if he'd want to go through with it.

"Volunteer? At a Children's hospital?"

"Yeah! There's one not too far from here!"

Shadow was hesitant at first, hospitals were too similar to the labs he was forced to endure but with Sonic's reassurance that they were completely different and that Maddie would be with him, he reluctantly agreed if only to at least get the other hedgehog off his back.

It had been surprising, as it turned out a children's hospital was very different, for one thing was all the bright colours on the wall assaulting Shadow's eyes, not a sterile white like he'd expected.

There were a few children in each room, and for some reason they adored Shadow, he wasn't sure why, maybe because he was something new for them to examine before they got bored in a few weeks, but that boredom never seemed to arrive.

The kids loved him especially the ones who were allergic to cats/dogs etc thanks to his alien DNA as they always felt left out when they could hold and stroke a kitten's ear. (And not that Shadow would admit it but he loves it, especially when it's one of the older kids who knows how to be careful when stroking his quills)

Another thing the staff quickly learned about Shadow was that he wasn't just good company but could actually help them keep the kids alive by catching changes in their body and health quicker than the nurses can and not only that but he can perfectly articulate what's going on to them

I just think Shadow would be good at helping others heal, protecting as many people as he can🥺

[skellymom]

This is amazing and so helpful!

I'll tell ya, went through two situations where family died and it was up to me and a couple other people to clean out HOARDER situations. One was a clean hoarder, the other dirty with 13 cats in a moldy the basement! One of the rooms had all sorts of green metal oxygen canisters piled up (which is a serious no no and the company delivering O2 could have been in serious trouble).

IF YOU HAVE FAMILY THAT ARE HOARDERS THERE IS SO MUCH MORE YOU NEED TO TAKE CARE OF! Easiest is to hire a company, and get a trash container delivered. Plan double/triple the time of just cleaning out the house. Be prepared for extra emotional and mental exhaustion and bereavement in this situation. And you might find out things about family members while cleaning out that you didn't want or possibly need to know. The extra gift of their passing.

This is why I advocate for EVERYONE to clean out and allocate important keepsakes to loved ones, friends, neighbors, and institutions before death.

It leaves time and headspace for the family to grieve instead of taking up their energy cleaning up the menusha of a person's life.

Probably the best thing you could do if you really love and value the people you care about.

I know from experience, having to clean a loved ones hoard does a number on your memory of them after death.

Just something to consider if anyone asks you to be an executor of their estate or planning for your own passing. ❤️

Hey you know how I said I was going to make a workbook on the kind of bullshit you need to do when someone you love dies? I actually did that.

HERE IS THE VERSION WITH LOTS OF SWEARING AT THE USELESS, SHITTY SITUATION YOU’RE IN.

HERE IS THE VERSION WITH A FAIR AMOUNT OF BLACK HUMOR BUT NO CURSEWORDS.

Featuring Helpful Sections such as:

Death Certificates – What you need, why you need them, and how to get them

Prepare to spend a long and miserable time on the phone

What the Everloving Fuck is Probate

Some Simple Dos and Don’ts

Shitty Mad Libs – Templates for writing Obituaries and Memorials

How to plan a non-religious death party

So you suddenly have to become some sort of hacker or some shit

This is an eighteen page book that you can print out, download, share, and give away; it is meant to be used to collect information about funeral planning and account management after a death OR you can use it BEFORE you die and give people information so they’re not stuck playing Nancy Fucking Drew while trying to keep seventeen cousins who crawled out of the woodwork from gutting each other in front of the fucking casket as they argue about who’s inheriting grandma’s favorite dentures.

It’s not exactly cheerful and it’s full of things that are probably going to feel really fucking raw if you’re processing a fresh death.

I’m sorry! I love you! Death is shitty! I’m trying to laugh about it a little and I hope you can laugh a little too because otherwise we’re all just going to cry together.

Good luck!

(in memory of my weirdo mother and her weirdo siblings who all died too fucking young and left me holding this flaming bag of dogshit)

[terror-tonic]

My takes on the doughboys! (Rambling under cut)

MATTHEW

I know he’s described as charismatic, but I think Matthew is a bit of a loser honestly. What adults consider charismatic and what children consider charismatic are two wildly different worlds, and I think Matthew is firmly in the former.

He’s good with the younger kids- he reads to them, helps them with their schoolwork (to the best of his ability), and comforts/cheers them up when they’re feeling down. But baby talk and hugs don’t work on everyone, and while no one dislikes Matthew, the older kids definitely see him as a bit of a teacher’s pet and don’t try very hard to include him in their activities.

If he’s not spending time with the younger kids, then he’s with the caretakers and counselors helping around Playcare. Every staff member in the place absolutely adores him, and several have asked him to consider joining the team when he ages out. (When, not if. They never say if.)

Despite how “adult” Matthew tries to seem, he suffers from anxiety and trauma from the car accident that killed his parents. In times of high-stress, Matthew has a small tremor, mainly focused in his hands and arms. He also has poor balance and coordination, also stemming from injuries sustained in the accident.

Matthew cared deeply about every child in Playcare, seeing them as the younger siblings he never had. It came as a surprise to everyone when he was suddenly “chosen”- no fanfare, no goodbyes, just there one day and gone the next.

KEVIN

Playcare’s “problem child”, Kevin was taken in by Playtime Co. after his parents were arrested primarily as a publicity stunt, one they would quickly come to regret when they realized Kevin wasn’t a “quiet and shy” type of traumatized child.

Kevin’s odd mannerisms and cagey nature made it hard for him to make friends. Other children and adults alike mistook his flat expressions and lack of eye contact as disinterest or passive-aggressiveness, or worse, disrespect. Due to this, he would often be isolated from the other children, have entertainment privileges revoked, or have his possessions taken away by staff.

All of this only fed into his belief that adults couldn’t be trusted, and soon he began isolating himself of his own volition, becoming aggressive when others tried to approach him. Kevin began skipping school and other mandatory activities frequently, often ending up in the Game Station.

Kevin was repeatedly caught and brought back to Playcare, but even after lengthy punishments and increased security, he did not stop escaping. On one occasion, he was found in the Game Station by Dr. Sawyer, who was impressed at his scores, which were significantly higher than any others.

Much to Playcare’s dismay, Dr. Sawyer organized for Kevin to be able to visit the Game Station whenever he wanted, and wrote him a “hall pass” to show to security when he was questioned. All Dr. Sawyer asked was that Kevin continue to improve his scores, and he obeyed until he was “chosen”.

JACK

Poor, sweet Jackie, gone before his time due to a safety rail failure. The death of Jack Ayers is an unfortunate stain on the company’s history, a horrible tragedy that was entirely the fault of Warrenbach Construction for improperly installing the catwalks and railings of the dough production room.

Mr. Ayers passed in his sleep due to a heart attack shortly after the incident, and Mrs. Ayers was institutionalized shortly after her husband’s death. In wake of the tragedy, Playtime Co. generously offered to cover the cost of Mr. Ayers’ funeral and Mrs. Ayers’ medical care.

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When Jack awoke within Subject 1322, he was incredibly distressed. 1322 spent five hours screaming for his “Mommy” and “Daddy” before it was sedated via Red Smoke due to employee complaints. Upon reawakening, 1322 spent the next three days curled in on itself, muttering to itself seemingly in an attempt to self-soothe.

[bearwuvimagines]

Ok I’ve seen a lot of romantic-based sick f/o imagines, but consider:

Calling your platonic f/o to let them know you can’t make it to hang out, and them insisting on coming over- even if you tell them not to so they don’t catch it.

Maybe they’ve come over to take care of you, or maybe they’re just a clingy friend who wants to see you so bad they don’t care about getting sick.

Will they keep a safe distance? Pull out a ruler and measure two meters away? Or sit really close next to you on the couch and rest their chin on your shoulder like nothing’s wrong, even if you try to push them back for their own safety (silly)

Whatever form it takes, they’ll keep you company and make sure you’re fed/ had enough to drink (even if this is in the form of using your card to buy takeout)

Side note: we need more platonic f/o imagines for people who have more chaotic characters as friends, i think

(For platonic f/os, geared towards friends but can be any)

[pr0ship dni]

[hees-mine]

THE HANDY MAN - L. HS

Pairing: heeseung X fem reader!

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, anal fingering, cursing, flirting.

WC: 2,750k

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A ring on your doorbell prompts you to set the cup of tea you were drinking down on your living room coffee table.

For a moment, you squint your brows together, wondering who is at your door.

But it quickly came to you you had made an appointment last week for the leaky pipe under your sink to be fixed. It’s been bugging you for a while now, and you finally made time to get it repaired.

You turn down the volume of the TV series you are watching and hop off the couch.

Walking over to the door, you comb your fingers through your messy hair and straighten out your shorts and tank top to make yourself look presentable.

You unlocked the door and twisted the knob pulling it back and revealing a repair man in a navy blue jumpsuit and a toolbox in his left hand. “Hi!” You chirp, greeting him with a warm smile.

He nods, offering you a smile as well. “Hello, so I hear you have a pipe that needs fixing.”

“You heard right,” you laugh softly and unintentionally bite down on your bottom lip as you eye him up and down. You weren’t expecting him to be so young and look so good. Even in the unflattering work uniform, he was still extremely handsome.

“Well then, mam, you called the right place. I’ll do everything in my power to get that taken care of for you today,” he says while lifting his toolbox slightly.

You open the door wide enough to let him enter, and you close it shut behind him while he stands by, waiting for you to lead the way. “This way,” you mutter while walking to the kitchen and stopping at your sink.

You bent over, opening the cabinet doors, and moving around some pots and pans you had stored under there. “Sorry about the mess,” you grunt softly, shuffling everything to the side so he has ample space to work in.

“No worries, take your time,” he speaks up behind you, shamelessly staring at your ass that’s poked out right for his eyes to feast on. Maybe his mind was in the gutter, but if he’s not mistaken, you stayed down there just a little bit longer than you needed to allow him to stare even longer, but he’s definitely not complaining.

“There,” you huff, standing up and blowing a strand of hair out of your face. “It’s that one right there.” You turn on the faucet, pointing to the pipe, and he sees it immediately.

“Oh yeah, that’s definitely leaking, alright.” he laughs softly and crouches down, looking at the pipe. It looked to be old and probably cracked, from what he could tell, but for the most part, this would be an easy fix. The only real inconvenience would be that your water had to be shut off for a while. “But nothing I can’t take care of.” he reaches into his toolbox, grabbing his flashlight and tools, ready to get started.

“Great!” You say brightly. “I’ll leave you to it then.”

He nods as you walk back to the kitchen and resume your show.

He does his work fast and efficiently. It took him twenty minutes max, but what can he say? He’s been in the business five years, and not to brag, but he was the best in the company, serving more than hundreds of customers with top-tier service, and his reviews could confirm that. “So, what do you do for work?” He asks, making small talk as he wraps up the last bit.

“Lawyer,” you answer from across the room.

Your voice sounds muffled due to his head being under your cabinets, but he can still make out your response.

He stands up, careful not to hit his head on the way up, as he grabs a rag from his toolbox and wipes off his hands. “Nice, I like a girl with ambition” Before you could respond to the comment, he twisted the knob on the faucet running the water to check for any leaks, but obviously, there were none. “Good as new,” he smiles, completely glazing over his previous comment.

Upon hearing his words, you stood up, looking at his work. Even though you didn’t really know what to look for, all you cared about was that it was no longer leaking and you could use your sink like normal. “Very nice, thank you, handyman,” you say, your tone light and flirtatious. “Would you like a glass of water lemonade?”

“Lemonade sounds nice, thank you,” he smiles, wiping a bit of sweat from his forehead.

And yeah, he definitely wasn’t mistaken earlier, judging by the way you literally were bent over in your fridge, ass in the air, and the arch in your back far too exaggerated to be just innocently grabbing your lemonade pitcher.

He tosses his towel aside with a smirk, leaning against your counter and biting on his lower lip as he waits for you to pour him a glass of lemonade.

Setting the pitcher on the countertop, you grab two glasses from your cupboard, filling both cups equally.

“Thanks.” he clicks his tongue, giving you a quick wink. He takes the cup in his hand, his fingers purposely brushing against yours. He gulps down the whole cup in one go, and you’re left with your mouth slightly agape as you watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down. “Well, everything should be good. If you have any questions or concerns about anything, here’s my card. Feel free to call whenever.”

“Will do -oh, your payment. I almost forgot.” You quickly sat up, went to a small drawer in your living room, and pulled out a box where some cash was stored. “How much was it?” You ask over your shoulder.

He leaned over the counter, tapping his chin in thought. “Hmm, let’s just say 50$”

“Only?” You ask, and he hums.

“Suit yourself.” You grab the fifty while he gathers his tools, heading over toward you.

“Here you go, thank you, heeseung.” You eye him seductively.

“My pleasure.” he reaches for the money, intentionally grabbing your hand, and your breath hitches softly.

He bites his lip, fingers brushing against yours. You both make eye contact silently, giving each other a knowing look, and there’s undeniable tension between the two of you.

Simultaneously, you both let go of the dollar bill, letting it fall onto the floor along with his toolbox and immediately, his hands grab at your waist, pulling you into his body, his lips barely an inch away from yours.

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[diabolichare]

SG TFOne au where SG Meg was hit during a battle and dragged back to the Autobot base, his processor got reset back to D-16 and the t-cog removed. When he woke up, OP told him a twisted version of what happened to Cybertron and something about Dee being injured and in a coma, so a lot had changed (oh, you want to go outside? Sorry Dee, your spark is really fragile after taking that hit to the spark, so you will have to be indoors from now on, not to mention the terrorist running around! Don't worry, SG OP will always be here to keep you company). Dee listened, no question asked, his friend is Prime now and Prime are always very wise. Beside Orion's just caring for him.

Right?

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Honestly, I just want attic wife D-16 (and maybe sprinkle a little dimensional visitors when meeting little D-16 in this horrible situation, I'm a sucker for those).

[myjjongie]

☾ CRAVING YOU ── p. jongseong

IN WHICH: your office rival isn't so keen on seeing you sit in the middle of two male coworkers at the company dinner.

PAIRING: coworker!jay x coworker fem!reader GENRE/WARNINGS: lowercase intended !!, one shot, skinship, they make out (sigh), fluff, angst if you squint hard enough, enemies to lovers, slight sexual tension, mentions of alcohol consumption, slight consent issues WORD COUNT: 3.1k ₊⊹♡ EVIE'S NOTE: not necessarily NSFW, but some themes are a bit... so i think it's appropriate to label this as mdni tbh. also if you're thinking "evie was this inspired off of that clip of jay taking a shot recently?". yes. a million times yes. need one drink with him and i'm set for LIFE man. it's insane how quick i thought of this when i first saw that clip LOL

you never thought your future office life would be far from quiet.

no more peaceful work days you imagined about. or the the quiet productivity of a cubicle with your desk neighbor. instead your reality consisted of constant irritation. a never ending battle of slight competition. all with one specific coworker who was hell bent on making your life difficult.

the source of that daily frustration was none other than park jongseong.

things weren’t always like this. when you first joined the company, jongseong was nothing more than a diligent employee. always professional, consistently well dressed, and always adjusting the glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose as he focused on his tasks. at the time he barely spared you a second glance. too consumed by his own work to worry about a newcomer.

but then things changed one day. soon your efforts didn’t go unnoticed. your team leader spoke highly of you in your meetings. making sure to give you praises for your dedication to your work. all it took was one comment from him for your office life to flip.

a passing remark from your team leader about jongseong learning from you, was all it took to make you his competition. in the beginning it was ridiculous. it was as if you saw a child throwing a tantrum. but as jongseong’s antics persisted, you inevitably found yourself drawn into the rivalry you both had subconsciously created.

yet despite that you found yourself falling for him. at first you hated the thought of it. why would you like the person who single handedly flipped your peaceful office life? but then you slowly realized why. jongseong may have been a prick to you on many occasions, yet at the same time he was a gentleman.

jongseong unironically was able to pick up on when enough was enough. he paid attention to how you always reacted to the mutual banter. despite that he was also caring and showed concern. especially during late nights in the office. going out of his way to prepare microwavable meals when you didn’t eat. those small thoughtful gestures had you falling for him before you even realized it.

maybe you would have told jongseong your feelings. but deep down you knew he viewed you as a rival and nothing more. as disheartening as it was. it was something you could live with, but soon found hard in doing so.

now here you were at a dinner celebrating another successful quarter. you were currently sandwiched between two male colleagues of yours. you’ve never really spoken to them much. only quick greetings or slight talk about a mutual interest. at most, they were acquaintances to you.

the close space bothered you slightly, but knew it wouldn’t matter once you started to down some alcohol. after all, this was a celebration dinner, it wouldn’t hurt to get a drink.

meanwhile, on the other side of the small restaurant jongseong was sat with the team leader. accompanied by some other employees. the moment he spotted you, his eyes locked on to you. irritation knitting into his brow as he noticed you sandwiched between the two men. he couldn’t stand it. but he forced himself to push those feelings aside. determined to make the most out of the dinner. even if it was slightly unenjoyable.

jongseong learned early on he liked you. he noticed it the minute he realized his eyes would find you around the office. whether it was in the break room, at your cubicle, or during meetings. he wanted you within his sight at all times. yet jongseong knew you would never feel the same way if he continued this charade of a rivalry. soon he changed his actions, but made sure it wouldn’t be noticed. he’d hoped that if he gathered enough courage. maybe, just maybe, you’d feel the same.

minutes blurred into a half hour, then a hour. you teetered on the edge of drunkenness, while those around you had long since given into their intoxication. anytime your shot glass was empty, your coworkers were quick to refill your glass. your head ached slightly as your body became flushed. yet that didn’t stop you from downing more shots along with beer. at a certain point an arm was thrown around your shoulders. so intoxicated you didn’t even notice your coworker leaning on your body for support.

jongseong’s eyes still glued on you took immediate notice of the way your body leaned in closer to them. his fingers curled tightly around the shot glass, knuckles slowly turning white.

“jongseong would you like another shot?” the team leader spoke up as he eyed the empty glass.

jongseong hummed a reply. once his glass was full, he turned his head to down the shot. the burn of the liquor not doing much to calm his forming annoyance. once setting the glass down, the sharp clink was louder than he intended. his jaw clenched as jongseong silently cursed at himself for how quickly jealousy was getting the best of him. jongseong knew he had no right to be so possessive over you, yet. he couldn’t stand those men peering as closely as they did.

everyone at jongseong’s table looked over at him. confused looks forming at the sudden slam of his glass. “sorry. maybe that should be enough alcohol for me. didn’t even realize i slammed it that hard.” he let out a awkward laugh, hoping it would kill the silence at the table. as well as using it as an excuse to sober up.

soon the chatter at jongseong’s table picked up again. the sound drowning out to him as he once again watched you diligently.

back at your table you were now more than just tipsy. to many drinks in your system to count. you were enjoying the moment of laughter mixed with drinks. you barely realized one of the guys next to you leaned in closer to say something into your ear. resulting in a giggle to leave you.

the moment jongseong saw his fellow coworker leaning in, his grip on his shot glass tightened, jaw clenching. his patience now wearing thin snapped as you smiled at him. the scrap from the chair against the floor was sharp. enough to silence the conversation around him yet again. all eyes were now focused on him. but he paid no mind as his eyes were only on you.

“is everything okay jongseong?” one of the fellow employees asked. but he remained silent, his focus entirely on your table.

his response was curt as he realized his silence. “yes. i just need to take care of something.” stepping out from the chair, jongseong made his way to your table with heavy footsteps.

too busy downing another shot, you didn’t realize jongseong made his way over to you. you finally noticed his presence the moment his low voice rang in your ears behind you.

“i think she’s had enough.” jongseong’s voice came out sharper then he intended, cutting through the drunken laughter. he was quick to notice the two men hesitate beside you before glancing over at him. good. let them be aware of who they’re messing with.

“jongseong? what are you doing here.” you let out a soft giggle.

“we just poured her another shot. let her finish it and then she can leave!” one of the guys protested hesitantly. it bothered jongseong on how they insisted for you to drink more.

he let out a scoff, quick to yank the arm that was draped around your shoulder away. resting his hand firmly on the back of your chair, jongseong leaned over to grab the shot glass. downing it all in one swift gulp. setting the glass back down, jongseong noticed the familiar burn of the alcohol felt nice this time. an annoyed smile made its way onto his face as he spoke. “there. she’s finished. happy now?”

the two men deciding not to mess with jongseong any further fell silent. with a satisfied laugh, he softly pulled your chair back extending his hand to you. grasping it firmly you stood up, only to stumble slightly. jongseong was quick to react. his hand securely wrapped around your waist to steady you.

“thank you.” you cooed softly. his ears flushed slightly at the sound of your voice. a shy smile tugging at his lips.

once saying goodbye to everyone at the restaurant, jongseong ushered you to his car. the hand that was placed around your waist was held in your hand. you were walking ahead of him, almost seemingly dragging him along. you swung your other arm happily as you made your way to the car.

finally making it to his car. jongseong helped you get into the passenger seat. before he was even able to open the car door, you stumbled again. leaning against the car for support you looked over to see jongseong’s arm propped next to you. his eyes stared into you as he took in the moment. jongseong couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at your situation.

on some strange instinct your arms wrapped around his neck. you weren’t the type to be clingy to others while drunk. yet knowing it was jongseong taking care of you, you couldn’t help but do just that.

“jay~” your voice chimed as you smiled softly at him. “thank you.” jongseong’s jaw tightened at the sudden nickname. he wasn’t keen on using his personal name at work. but with you he found it hard to maintain that barrier. especially after he let it slip into a conversation during a late overtime shift.

“don’t thank me. i’m just doing what’s best.” he softly spoke as he opened the car door. jongseong couldn’t lie. in this moment he wanted to kiss you badly. despite feeling that, he held back every nerve from doing so. in fear even if you were tipsy, you would still reject him.

after gently guiding you into the car seat you were quick to doze off. the heat of all the alcohol lulling you to sleep. jongseong couldn’t help but smile at your sleeping form in the passenger seat. the drive to your apartment was silent. your soft breathing being the only sound within the car.

you woke up to the gentle shake of jongseong’s hand on your shoulder. a dull pounding already forming in your head. blinking against the haze of sleep, you stirred, still groggily from the small power nap you took.

“where am i?” you looked around as your eyes focused on the surroundings outside.

“in front of your apartment complex. you drank too much so i brought you home.” jongseong skipped out on a few moments, the whole thing wasn’t particularly a lie.

“i’ll help you out give me a second.” quick to his words, jongseong immediately got out of the car. almost sprinting to your side if you were able to notice.

his hand stretched out for you to grab, as he pulled you out from the car. the walk up to your apartment was nice. jongseong’s hand once again placed at your waist to help keep you steady. you enjoyed the firm grasp he had on you. mentally cursing at yourself that once you reached your door that touch would be gone.

you made sure your pace was slow. wanting to savor the closeness in the moment. jongseong noticed this, but deemed it as you slightly sobering up after your mini nap. he forced himself to think nothing more of it. he didn’t want to read into a situation that was far from what he wanted.

reaching your door jongseong’s hand still never left your waist. keeping you upright as you placed in your pin code. just like you were slowly making your way to the apartment, you stalled opening the door. you had to come to terms that this was it. you bit your lip as you felt jongseong’s hand slide away from your waist.

but once you opened the door, you lost your balance yet again. you tumbled forward, eyes squeezing as you prepared to fall face first. yet you never met the ground. the soft sound of your door closing with a tune echoed behind you. taking in the scene. jongseong had steadied his hand against the wall, while his other arm was tightly wrapped around your waist.

heat ran to your cheeks as you became aware of how close your bodies were. you prayed jongseong wouldn’t hear the frantic pounding of your heart. as he steadied you on your feet once more, jongseong spoke.

“you’re really clumsy when you’re drunk. thank goodness i was here. if i wasn’t you most definitely would have smacked your face against the floor.”

a subtle shiver spread through you as his quiet laugh vibrated against your back. you did everything you could to hold onto the moment. wishing time would slow just enough to make this moment last longer. you made sure to remember every fleeting detail. but soon, jongseong pulled away. his hands settling gently on your shoulders, steadying you once more.

“it’s getting late so i’m gonna head out. don’t fall over right when i leave. i’ll associate clumsiness with you if that happens.” the warmth from his hands left your body. you disliked it. you couldn’t help but want to be greedy for his touch.

just as jongseong was about to reach for the door handle, he froze. your fingers curled softly around the sleeve of his dress shirt, stopping him in his tracks.

“could you stay a little longer?” your voice was meek. slightly afraid you over crossed a boundary. even more so afraid jongseong would reject your small advance.

a curse slipped past jongseong’s lips before he could stop himself. his hand raising, fingers wrapping around your wrist as he pulled you closer. pinning you gently against the wall. his glasses reflected the dim lighting hiding the intensity of his gaze. he felt hesitant, the need to restrain himself. but then he saw it, the flicker of yearning in your eyes. that was all it took. his lips met yours. firm yet searching, knowing he had been holding back for far too long.

the hand that had pinned your wrist against the wall now cradled your cheek. his thumb brushing against your skin as he deepened the kiss. jongseong smirked at the faint taste of alcohol lingering on your lips. in that moment he could only focus on the softness of your mouth against his. your fingers tightened around his arm, legs threatening to give out beneath you.

a low growl vibrated in jongseong’s chest at the feeling of his glasses uncomfortably pressing between you. he hesitated briefly, even if it was for a slight second before pulling away. both your breathing uneven as his fingers slid up to the bridge of his nose. quick to yank the frames off with an irritated sigh before pocketing them. his eyes landed back to yours, heavy with want. your stomach fluttered at the anticipation as his lips collided with yours.

his teeth softly grazed your bottom lip. wanting to gain a more deeper access. satisfied with your eager compliance, he was quick to make work with his tongue. his hand inched from your cheek to your chin, tilting your head up to open the kiss.

your knees buckled lightly at the overwhelming shiver that coursed through you. noticing your unsteadiness, jongseong quickly lifted one of your thighs to his side. this helped to stabilize you against him and the wall. not being able to help himself, his fingers brushed lightly beneath your skirt. the warm touch igniting a wave of sensation against your bare skin. the feeling alone drew a soft moan to leave your lips.

your grip now on his dress shirt, tightened in hopes to steady yourself. as the kiss deepened your breath began to hitch. lungs aching from the lack of air. softly hitting against his chest, jongseong took the hint and parted ways.

a smirk curled onto his face as he took in your flushed cheeks. “fuck, you’re beautiful.” he murmured, unable to contain his adoration. he leaned in, lips now trailing against your neck. jongseong left a delicate path of butterfly kisses along your neck down to your collarbone. pausing to suck gently at a particular sensitive spot. he lingered for a moment, savoring the intimacy between you.

his head raised up from the crook of your neck. his eyes stared into yours. even if you were still tipsy you could read him. you knew he wanted this badly, yet he had to stop himself. not for his sake but yours.

“i want this so much yn. i really do. but. not while you’re barely sober… i can’t do that too you.” he pressed his forehead against yours.

“i know…” your voice was low knowing this was where it had to end.

jongseong gently released your thigh helping you regain balance on both feet. you yearned for more from him. more from this moment. but deep down, you knew it was for the best.

“i’m gonna leave now. if this is really what i hope it is. please remember in the morning. if you don’t… god i don’t know what i’m gonna do.” jongseong closed his eyes tightly as if pleading for you to remember everything. the kiss, the way his hands held you, even the moment of shared feelings between you.

you cupped his cheek gently, your fingers tracing the warmth of his skin. “i will. i’ll make sure of it.” jongseong exhaled deeply as he leaned into your touch. already dreading the moment he’d have to let it go.

taking the palm of your hand to his lips. he left gentle kisses along your hand. sending a shiver through your body at the ticklish feeling.

“i’ll see you on monday yn.” he whispered while parting ways from the wall. digging into his pocket to place the glasses back on his face. his back turned to you as he adjusted them.

even in your sobering up state, you understood the situation clearly. as much as you longed for him. his body against yours, his lips kissing you feverishly. it didn’t feel right when you weren’t fully sober.

watching jongseong walk into the elevator you softly closed the door. as the door clicked shut, your forehead pressed against the frame. jongseong’s touch still lingered on your body. your fingers shakily grazed against your lips, the events not sinking in yet. your heart pounded in your chest as you whispered a silent prayer. “please, please, please. don’t forget this.”

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[paigesversion]

To say that no one should hike in the US at all this year is absolutely asinine fear-mongering, holy shit.

Putting aside the safety issue, what do you expect to happen if parks suddenly stop seeing visitors? Or even start seeing a significantly less amount?

Funding gets cut further. Parks are shut down. The national park system, and all the ecological care and sustainability efforts that come with it, is put in danger. Protections are lifted, Big Corporate gets the land. Teddy Roosevelt rolls in his grave as Trump’s agenda takes hold.

By stopping visitation to nature because of budget cuts, you’re letting the government win. Parks need support of the public now more than ever— outside of gov funding, they’re heavily dependent on tourist revenue from entry fees to gift shop sales.

Nature is wild and dangerous yet we continue to explore it because it’s beautiful, it’s where we come from, it’s where we belong, and discovery is part of human nature. I cannot believe anyone would encourage the public to cease hiking altogether.

There’s risk in everything, even the safest trails, as is there with most things in life. I refuse to spend my life indoors out of fear with only a penny, napkin, and potato chip to keep me company. I mean this sincerely: Touch grass. Hikes are a great way to do it!

By the way guys, in all seriousness? Do not hike in the US this year

Unless you are completely, 10000% sure there are no possible circumstances under which you’d need a ranger’s help to get you out, do not go on a trail

(If you are this sure there are no circumstances under which you’ll need help you either do not understand hiking well enough to go, or you’re comfortable with the idea of crawling out on two broken legs. Gravity sucks, anyone can fall)

3 rangers for the entirety of Yellowstone means that if something goes wrong you are literally on your own

People already go missing in national parks every year, because the park rangers were already wickedly under staffed and under funded

Between 2018 and 2020, there were 371 search and rescue incidents in Yellowstone. In the same period, Yosemite reported 732. The Grand Canyon had 785, in the same 2 years, and over 900 confirmed deaths overall - and that’s the bodies that were found

Most of these search and rescue incidents end well… because of the tireless expert work of park rangers who will not be there this year

People are going to die on family vacations, provided they can get into the parks at all - cuz they’re not going to have the staff to handle parking

Let alone trail maintenance after every storm, trash removal, camp and fence repairs…

Nature is beautiful and wild and free and fucking dangerous and it is exactly as easy to die of exposure now as it always has been

Fuck, people are going to die running at the bison to take a selfie with them, because no one will be around to tell them not to

And if you’re in an area that counted on tourism to a national park for revenue… I genuinely have no idea what’s going to happen, but it’s not going to be good

May “liberal tears” be a great comfort to every family that loses a loved one because they wanted one cool vacation pic

[4mrplumi]

It would be interesting to see more of your thoughts on Luka!reader just to give us scraps

ALSO! I love your crow choir and scavenger works

🎼 hehe, sure thing, and thank you :3 here are a few notes i'd made over after and before weige!! (sorry for the late reply, had a few tests!)

pre-stage public view

⋆. luka!reader's very charming. the batfamily's public personas are really a civillian identity to fall back on outside of vigilantism, but because luka!reader is not a vigilante, this is their life.

⋆. there are points at which when bruce doesn't come to galas, luka!reader shows up in his place. after a point, their invitations are seperate from bruce's.

⋆. luka!reader has their own little social circle, fairly friendly and responsible for keeping relations between wayne industries and other companies more passive than they would've been otherwise.

⋆. not that bruce wayne knows of your efforts.

⋆. where the head of the wayne household is described as a playboy, with curling words and charm luka!reader is a bit more reserved. softer smiles, complacent demeanor, often more agreeable.

⋆. definitely has fans. i mean, with their reputation as a famous child star - to - wayne family member, it's expected people are interested in their story. after numerous cover-ups and made up stories by bruce in the early days, these interests from the media are quelled, but it doesn't stop people from being fans.

⋆. how is the wayne family treated by the media? i mean, they're famous because of wayne industries, but treated a lot like movie celebrities. i imagine that's specially a case for luka!reader too.

⋆. very few drama articles on them, excluding sightings with people that are morphed into rumors. the type of person even someone's grandma really likes to see on tv!

⋆. overall, people are pretty fond of luka!reader. among both business partners, the media, and gotham's non-criminal civilian population. close to the point where (name)updates79 made a youtube conspiracy theory video on how you're "the scarecrow but nice, hypnotic powers to make people like you".

⋆. (they had to take the video down and apologise, insisting they were so obviously a fan too and didn't mean it in a bad way. of course you're not using powers to make people like you, that's dumb and negligent of your efforts over the years.)

⋆. (this becomes a running joke after the initial faux "drama" is over, like the cyclops os batman's mentor thing here.)

pre-stage private view

⋆. you make them uneasy, full stop.

⋆. there's not much you have in common with your family, lacking both the spurn for dressing up and fighting at night, and the hyper-intelligence to help make suits or coordinate their movements.

⋆. after joining the wayne family, you weren't really ever made aware of their activities. you found out only after cassandra cain came into the picture, dully connecting the dots after glancing over her behavior with the others, slowly.

⋆. yeah, it was a surprise, but you don't much care do you?

⋆. rich people must get real bored when they can do just about anything else they want to do.

⋆. at home, your behavior is much different. you don't talk much at all, incredibly quiet and expressionless. when you do have to interact with them, there's no hostility or harshness in your tone, but there's a very low undercurrent of this unamused dryness in your voice.

⋆. it makes them uneasy, maybe offended, maybe just dismissive alltogether. you don't know what they think, you don't know them at all.

⋆. other than financial support and the initial work bruce put into making sure your transfer to the wayne manor went uninvestigated, you don't have any support to fall onto.

⋆. one could argue you're emotionally stunted, but that's not really the case. you are observant, managing to put yourself in other people's shoes without any internal bias at all. an empath? maybe.

⋆. this maturity helps you build up the blocks to your social status, using the hints from peoples' mannerisms to weave through conversations in a way you know will make you more favourable.

⋆. never to say you didn't try to be a part of their family, but you know you barely are.

⋆. luka!reader's taken into the family before jason, about a year older than him too. the whole parenting stunt was new to bruce, but he did try, you want to think. you were just not perfect enough. if you're better, he'll notice you.

⋆. luka!reader is capable of identifying other people's flaws, the emotional drive behind actions and how they'd solve it if they were in that person's shoes. but they can rarely manage themselves, despite the calm image they present.

⋆. when you were younger, you tried to communicate with bruce, your new father, and your older brother richard, but they always seemed busy or perturbed. you didn't know about their vigilante duties or how fame up here worked. you'd assumed you were doing something wrong, and like with your old dad, tried to rectify your mistakes.

⋆. it sent you into a small spiral. you were so young, lost, lonely, homesick and confused. where you should've gotten consolation and guidance to fit into an actual society, you were instead left out and dismissed.

⋆. socially incapable? very. dick tried to be welcoming, but he was just so unsure of what to do with your blank stare and awkward conversations, he slowly drifted away. bruce was stiff altogether, sending you off to your room when you went to him, busy.

⋆. there is a measure for perfection, is what your old father had told you, and it was your duty to meet it. if the people in your family don't support your pursuit, then they are incompetent and upsettingly unaware of their limits.

⋆. pushing away years of bitterness and unsourced grief at how lonely you are, you redirect your focus. you already had a life planned out for you then, why can't you pursue it now?

⋆. they won't notice. they don't know a thing about perfection.

post-stage private

⋆. on one end, the family's incredibly overcome with guilt for not even noticing where you were, and on the other; they're entirely horrified by your willing presence there.

⋆. three different views are made clear: walking on eggshells (cassandra, jason), trying to get closer to you (dick, duke) trying to figure you out (tim, damian and barbara). and then there's bruce, the ever persistent multitasker in him trying to do everything at once. you catch onto their efforts pretty easily, only scoffing and retreating into your room when they get too irritating.

⋆. it's almost worse than your situation before, they're still incapable of understanding your intentions and you as a person, but much more clingy and watchful. it's a bit suffocating, and you try to shoo them off by indulging them just enough to satisfy their curiosity.

⋆. unlucky for you, the family sees that as developments in your relationship with them. a little more intrusive each time, including you wherever they can.

⋆. it's a messed up mix of genuine concern and care, with suspicion and supervision very sneakily mixed in. you don't miss it.

⋆. behavior wise, there's a new sharpness to your personality that wasn't there before. a little haunted, lost and child-like, but most importantly, infuriated. they can't put their finger on it, so it must've been a result of the things you went through in the stage.

⋆. yeah, must be.

a/n: luka!reader is a little similar to scavenger!reader in some ways, the second is just way more personally motivated and mean. i one day want to expand on other alien stage readers / other fandom readers but i'm slow on that right now. feel free to send it asks and ideas ♡ ♡

thank you for reading!!