#but on desktop they just hid it! why!!!

[devourable]

you swear to god that professor cygnus had it out for you. he’d always call you out for being distracted in his class, give you the harshest marks on your tests, pushed you the hardest during recital practice. things he never did to the other students.

it was like he had made it his mission to make your life awful, so long as he was in it.

you had enough one day. so just before classes started, you approached him to ask why. why did he treat you the way he did? what exactly did you do to deserve the treatment he was throwing your way? you thought you were a good student, and you were respectful enough, did you do something to upset him?

sterling tried, he really did. but he couldn't stand that look on your face. you really didn't know what you did to him? what you were doing to him now? he had to take it out on you. you needed to learn just how fucking crazy you made him.

you really didn’t expect to end up bent over his desk, desperately clutching at the edge of it, getting rutted into from behind so hard that you swore he was trying to fuck you through your clothes. you could feel every rock hard inch straining under his pants, forcefully pressed against your ass while one of his hands pushed you harder against the desktop, every movement sending stationary clattering to the ground.

you drove him crazy, he’d huff in your ear, it was your own fault. he had no choice but to be harder on you. you came to his class every day, acting all innocent, like you didn't know that he struggled to do his job with you around. and here you came, asking why he treated you the way he did?

he hated you, he hissed. he hated how he couldn't get you off his fucking mind.

you were lucky he had enough sense not to cross the line by fucking you senseless right on his desk. god, how he wanted but you knew this wouldn't be the end of it — he sent you off with a slap to your ass and a heated look in his eye just before the rest of his students began filing into the room, leaving you both hot and unsatisfied.

you left on shaky legs, shying away from the curious glances of your peers whilst professor c. returned right to his cool, unbreakable demeanor, hoping that the flush in his face and the hard-on he hid under his desk went unnoticed.

[vacayisland]

I have the largest hyper fixation on Floyd right now. Funny little troll being way too cute for it to be legal.

do you think you could write a story where a male / Non-binary reader that's like, a large person thing, (You can make them part animal if possible, I like the idea of Floyd hiding in the readers fur for comfort.) is reunited with Floyd after he was stick in the diamond perfume bottle for 2 months. And they just give Floyd a bunch of comfort cuddles and other stuff.

Take all the time you need to rest and drink water, if you can't do my request, that's perfectly fine. I hope you have an amazing day / night!

-A non-binary bee 🐝

@!; Floyd with a part-animal Reader! Floyd / Half-animal! Half-Troll! Reader

"Summary"! Couldn't tell if you meant big like tall or big like cubby... so why not both? :D Anyways, there are more headcanon style with little stories in it. Dunno when I'll post this (I have like 5 other stories backed up b/c my mind can't decide what to write); But I hope you like it Bee! Tags! Floyd literally being everything, no pronouns mentioned so feel free to use your own, hurt-comfort, NOT PROOF READ... also wrote in one sitting... in one day. AND TUMBLR KEPT GLITCHING ON ME AND THE PITCTURE BORDER ISN'T WORKING ON DESKTOP-. anyways please enjoy <3

@!; Floyd has known you since his band days, which was a shock to his brothers when they finally met you. Not only are you taller than an average troll (a foot or so) yet you're also different; and mostly in a good way, but take what you will about the fact that Branch noticed your differences first. When Floyd first met you, it was 2 months into his boyband career with Brozone. He went out on a walk to clear his head before a big show, anxious feels were never good to go on stage with and his brothers didn't help much. Mostly John Dory, who kept speaking about his "perfect" plan to the show. Just thinking about messing up anything made Floyd more nervous than preforming, he really didn't want to let his brothers down; as he's seen them preform before he was able to join on the scene. So while JD ranted, Spruce worked out, and Clay was fitting into his costume, Floyd went out on a needed walk. That's when he found you;

You were stood up top a mountain cliff near the Pop troll village, looking down with your majestic eyes and ears relaxed down by your side. Floyd stood by the village though hid in the shade of the plants nearby to watch. He didn't want to scare you off, especially since he's never seen anything quite like you. You seemed memorized by the lights of the Pop troll village, if not maybe a little intoxicated by them; like a moth to the flame. Floyd was memorized by your shiny coat, which he could barely see against the night sky and the bright colors of the village. You didn't seem to notice him at all as you laid down at that cliff, crossing your paws and laying your muzzle down on them. Floyd wasn't sure why but watching you watching the lights of the village calmed his nerves. Even though it was still a little nerve racking thinking that an animal so big knows were the village was; an animal who could possibly eat Trolls. Yet, that thought was quickly wavering out of his mind the more passive you seemed. @!; Floyd almost missed the show that night, Spruce had to go find him before JD blew a fuse. He was questioned like hell the few seconds before the show and then afterwards, yet he couldn't exactly tell his brothers that he saw an animal watching the village and that's what he was doing. They would be both over worried and a little relentless in scolding him for getting so close to something that could eat trolls. His absence of an answer, and his general dodging of the brothers questions (when that was so not like Floyd) led them all to assume that Floyd met a Troll that had caught his eye. Floyd tried to protest against this, yet was a little flustered at the fact that all his brothers seemed to jump on that conclusion train so quickly. So, that only solidified his brother's theories more and thus began the hunt. All his brothers kept an extra eye on Floyd, trying to see who the lucky Troll had been who caught there ever so sensitive brother's eyes. Despite all their "sneaky" tracking and slight stalking, they came up with nothing. Floyd was determined to let them not know what, or maybe who, he actually saw that night. So he didn't see you again until his brothers gave up on their little hunt and let Floyd to his own devices. Especially after he almost messed up a show due to nerves from not being able to go out on a walk without his brother's bombardment; JD wasn't happy. 3 months after first seeing you, Floyd was able to catch a glimpse of you again. Before a show, he looked out the window (not needing to go out on a walk that night) and saw your figure again in the distance on the same hill. You were relaxed again, laying down and looking intently towards the Village. In some weird sense, Floyd had a funny thought that you were here to listen to the concert; seeing as he didn't see you on any other night than concert nights. Yet, he shook that thought out of his head really quick, not thinking that you could like Brozone music. Not that it was because you weren't a Troll, but because he thought it was too loud for your ears; he's read somewhere that animal ears tended to be more sensitive than Troll ears. But then why would you be so close to the Village? The thought stuck in Floyd's mind all throughout the performance and when he checked if you were still at the cliff after the show, you were gone. He couldn't tell if it was because of the noise or because the show had ended; but he felt a little disheartened.

@!; Floyd would play this one-sided game of eye-spy for months before he spotted a night when you weren't you. He had began to make it a habit to leave you a little plate of food (well little for you) before every Brozone performance. His personal thank you for watching the show despite your (maybe) sensitives ears. He was going to go place the plate of food at the top of the cliff when he stopped midway through his hike to see a Troll standing at the top of the cliff. At least, it looked like a Troll? Yet they seemed taller, even more so when Floyd slowly approached closer. Your hair also was more abundant than other Trolls, even for adults. He was cautious as he approached you, keeping the plate of food close to him as he tried to scope out who you were before he interacted. Yet before he could figure out who you were, you snapped your head around to stare into the dead of night . . . directly at him. Floyd froze, not sure if you could see him or not and not wanting to find out. Though it was light you weren't even a Troll for a second, taking in a sniff before your hair stood up for a moment; prickling like a cat's hair standing up when frightened. Slowly you approached him with heavy footsteps, your height slowly growing in the moonlight as your shadow was drawn out. For a moment Floyd thought he was as good as dead. He didn't know what to do! Frazzled, he quickly shoved out the plate of food he had indented for his friend and not this stranger about to commit (possible) cannibalism. And that's when he heard your footsteps come to a stop and a heavy huff from someone's nose hit the top of his head, causing him to cautiously open one eye. And he felt like fainting as soon as he did that. Though he couldn't help opening both eyes in complete terror seeing a Troll tower over him in an unnatural height. Your eyes pierced down at him, their glow in the moonlight somehow familiar yet Floyd could not piece it together at this moment of panic. "Please don't eat me!" Floyd blurted out, the only thing between him and you being a plate of food. Yet you didn't answer, at least not right away. Your silence was as terrifying as your glare and staggering height. "I promise you I don't taste good!-" The words fell out before Floyd had even realized he had said them, watching with terror as you leant down. He wasn't sure what you were doing, but he hoped it wasn't serving your next meal's horror before deciding whether or not you should eat him. Yet there was something in your eyes that softened, a small smile that seemed to creep onto your lips. And for once after meeting you in this form, Floyd felt like he wasn't going to get mauled. Which was a good thing, a really good thing... For him at least. "So you're the one who's been leaving me food!" Your voice was not at all how he imagined it, as it seemed to carry some sort of friendliness he's not even heard from some Trolls. It was also a bit rougher, your English oddly unperfected for a Troll for the age Floyd guessed you were. "I-.. uh, what?" Though what did you mean Floyd was leaving you food? Maybe you were confusing him for someone else, or maybe you were eating the food he intended for his friend. Either way he tried to clear the confusion, "I'm sorry no, I don't think so. I've been leaving food here for.." "Yes, for me." You interrupted Floyd before he could finish, giving him a rather big grin. Yet, no matter how friendly you seemed, your words caused him to become that more confuddled. Even more so when you held out your hands flat, as though you were expected Floyd to just hand you the plate ... really incorrectly. He thought for a brief moment that you may be related to the animal that perches itself at the cliffside, though he didn't think too long on that possibility; as would it even be possible?

Either way, to save some trouble for now, Floyd carefully handed you the plate of food; watching as you held it from the bottom flat in your hands and grinned brighter before rushing off to the side of the cliff. He wasn't sure if he should follow you or not. "Come, friend! We eat to show!" You gestured for Floyd to follow as you sat at the iconic cliff he's seen the animal so many times. And despite his hesitation, and his logicality telling him not to, he deiced to join the Troll. I mean, what could be the harm? Floyd almost missed his performance that day. JD wasn't happy yet, oddly enough, something inside Floyd made him rather indifferent. Not uncaring, because he always cared about his brothers feelings and letting down JD was last on his list; yet, he didn't care as much as he should have. And that caught him by suprise. He wondered if it had to do something with you...

@!; The day the band broke up, Floyd went to seek you first. You two had grown close after the countless nights you spent upon the cliff, chatting and eating. Floyd just couldn't stand being able to leave without giving you a proper goodbye, you have been his closest friend outside his family after all. He found you lower on the cliff this day, still stalking in your animal form. Your ears were completely pinned back, and he was sure you had saw what had happened during that performance; it was the biggest disaster storm ever. "Hey! H-" Floyd didn't even have to call you twice before you perked up, snapping your attention over to him. He grew sheepish seeing your sudden smile, and he could only guess you had been utterly worried about him since the performance. Though he didn't expect you to be so worried you would bound towards him on all fours, causing him to yelp and quickly brace for impact. Yet, you never hit, and Floyd heard as you skidded yourself to a stop right in front of him and plopped down on your bottom. Letting out an excited yelp before licking him once, then twice. Causing him to laugh and try to push your snout away, a silent signal for you to turn back into a Troll. Which you didn't seem to get the hint for instantly, as you licked him thrice before standing up and twirling in a circle. Laughing, Floyd covered his eyes and let you turn back, opening them only when he heard your voice again; "Floyd! What in the hell happened out there?! One minute you guys were doing fine and it seemed like-" Your voice was as lovely as ever, and Floyd instantly felt a pang in his heart knowing he wouldn't be able to hear it as often anymore. His face became rather gloomy at that sudden realization he hadn't thought of before now. Maybe visiting you wasn't- no, he can't think like that! You deserved the truth as much as Branch did. He can't simply walk off and keep you sitting here, watching and wondering where he had gone for years on end. That wasn't right. "(y/n)!" Floyd jolted at the suddenness of his voice, and how firm it sounded. He didn't mean for his words to come out so harsh, though your ranting didn't do much to help his heart... or the decision he knew he had to make. Oh and your eyes, the way they shone in the moonlight. Floyd could see how startled he had made you, as he's never used such a voice with you; yet it had done the job and hushed you up, even for now. "I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to scare you. I just-" Floyd's lip twitched as he thought for the easiest way to blow this to you. The easiest way to let you down after all the nights you had spent together. The easiest way for him to accept everything that was happening and everything he had to do and everything that needed to be done.. but oh poor Branch and poor you, neither of you deserved this- "Floyd.. it's okay." Floyd was brought back to his thoughts, snapped back with the feeling of your hands grabbing his and your voice echoing in his ears. He opened his seized eyes and glanced up at yours; you were leaning down again, and Floyd laughed through the tears he didn't realize were spilling down. "You're doing it again.." Floyd mumbled, his voice wobbly. Your hands raced to his cheeks, cupping them and undoubtably feeling the hot, wet tears streaming down as you began to clear them. Floyd dropped his hands to his sides, they felt all to heavy right now. "No you're doing it again." Your voice was uncharacteristically steady, none if it's usual fluctuating like a dog excited to see it's owner. "You're overthinking and... and thinking of everyone else before you think about yourself! Floyd, whatever you're going to say to me, whatever you're keeping in that mind of yourself, you're going to tell me now, okay? And you're going to tell me and you're not going to worry about how I feel and you're going to be firm on your decision... because you're strong and we're friends and I won't be mad with you no matter what you tell me."

@!; That night, Floyd knew, for sure, that he was in love with you. And that made telling you all that harder as his heart yelled at his brain to stay, but his brain knew that they couldn't go back on their choice. He had to leave, even if for a week or month or year. He knew he needed space from the Village and everyone inside.. but not you and Branch. Defiantly not you. And oh the broken look in your eyes got him, but the way you tried to smile through it and agree that the space is what he needed made him fall even more in love. You were so strong, you kept to your word... Maybe Floyd could stay one more night. And he did, he cuddled up with you for his last night in the Village; you both watched the stars, all cozied up in your hair. And god, has Floyd never felt a Troll's' hair so soft. He almost couldn't pull himself out from it in the morning when you were still clinging onto him, trapping him with both your body and your hair. He felt tempted to doze back to sleep, yet knew he had to leave now (while he still had the will power) then wait before you woke up. He knew if he saw your broken look again, that look in your eyes that you could never hide, he couldn't bring himself to leave. So when you woke up in the morning, you found yourself alone; completely alone in a middle of your blanket made of your hair. Floyd had left before you had woke up and you would find yourself sulking in that position for longer than you would have thought.

@!; You didn't see Floyd again, yet you heard from him up till a few years into his exploration of the unknown; journeying to find himself in the chaotic world beyond the village. You didn't leave from the outskirts of the Pop village, as that's were you had figured out you could thrive the most without interacting with other Trolls or animals. So when Floyd's letters began to run dry, you knew it wasn't because he didn't know where to send it. No that's never been a problem before, especially with the bugs that were used to deliver the messages so they never went through Troll post. You had first thought that he had forgotten to write a letter that day and he would send you one tomorrow. He didn't. You then figured he was just somewhere where he couldn't right or get a bug to deliver the letter. But after a month of sitting and waiting anxiously, you figured that couldn't be the reason either. Floyd never stayed in a place for this long, and the letter he had sent you last made it sound like he was going to a place where he could continue to send letters. Another option came to mind, what if Floyd had just stopped sending letter because he just grew tired of you? He found someone else who captured his attention better than you did! Who could write in pretty cursive and spell words and speak correctly. Who could bake for him pies and cupcakes, who could sing and dance with him in the proper way that a Troll could. That was the first day you ever felt truly alone ever since Floyd left. Sure, you missed him dearly; Missed his smile and his caring ways and his company but never did you ever feel truly lonely. The type of lonely that made you upset and aggravated. The type of lonely that stung more than a throne in your paw, or a bee sting. The type of lonely that made you think back on all the memories you had with Floyd and made you think two different thoughts all at once: What was the point? Can I get those times back? It was torture. Two months of agonizing torture that ate you up inside with no remorse.

@!; Two months inside that horrible diamond prison, Floyd was finally free. Sure he had some white in his hair now, and felt fatigue come onto him easier when singing, but he was free; Free and with his brothers heading back to the Pop Troll village where Brozone (kind of reestablished) was going to chill for a minute before maybe going back their separate ways. "Oh my god, did we ever tell you that Floyd use to have a crush in the village when he was younger?!" JD turned around from the console of his caterpillar-like trailer, a snicker plastered right across his face. His comment instantly flipped the attention of everyone else, who had been lounging around the 'living space' of the trailer and chatting about nothing exciting. At least, nothing exciting to John Dory. "Oh! I almost forgot about that!" Bruce started as Branch looked between his brothers, noticing as Floyd let out a small groan and covered his face. "Oh not this gain..." Floyd mumbled, though not completely under his breath. "What?! JD you have to be joking right now!" Poppy jumped to a start, Viva seemed to be right beside her; jumping to her sister's side, placing her hands on Poppy's shoulders with such interest you would think JD had just brought up party plans. "Oh I'm so not joking." JD couldn't help but laugh, crossing his arms. "Floyd used to sneak off before the start of every show and see his little crush! It was so cute." And there was the teasing tone that Floyd could never forget. He hadn't hoped they didn't bring up this topic, but now he wished he had begged on his knees to anything above that his brothers had forgotten. "Oooh~ Floyd! Who was the lucky troll?" Viva questioned, mirroring her sister's excitement yet with a slight more mature feeling. "Well-" Floyd couldn't even begin before JD took over again. "We never got the chance to see them!" "Oh yeah, and we tried hard too. Stalked Floyd anytime he went out to see if we could find any sort of glimpse on who this Troll was. But we never found them." Clay informed, leaning back against the couch as an amused glint crossed his eyes; he glanced over to Floyd, who was still hiding his head. "Can we PLEASE change the topic?!" Floyd begged, but he guessed that his humiliation was much too entertaining to his brothers (mostly JD). "Nope! Never got the chance to see them. It was like- the biggest mystery in all of BroZone history." JD made this sound more ominous than it needed to be. More mysterious than a unclosed murder case that was more boggling than answerable. His serious tone didn't help it either. "Oh my god, Viva!-" Poppy turned to her sister, who held a knowing look. "To the clue board?" "To the clue board! Don't worry we'll find this troll." Poppy exploded like a star as Viva and her rushed over to the clue board that Branch had set up. They didn't waste time before they began to excitedly chat over possibly candidates and theories. Floyd felt more embarrassed than the day his brothers had started that whole mess, and he wasn't sure how that was even possible! Branch watched the two sisters for a moment before turning over to his brothers, thoroughly confused, "Wait... why did no one tell me this?!"

@!; Floyd wasn't sure how he would break this news to his brothers, but all he knew is that he needed to get to you first. He knew you just as you knew him, and he knew his disappearance would have a cause for concern... or maybe alarm or distress. Everything that Floyd didn't want you to feel when you thought about him because he should be your safe space and you had been his. "Guys! I'll be right back." Floyd shouted to his brothers when the caterpillar bus had came to a stop in front of the Pop village; And Floyd was sure he literally flew out the door with more force than necessary before he began to run down the village. "Bring them home for dinner!" Floyd could hear JD's sly remark before he was no longer in earshot of the van. Though he was sure he could hear something about "Kids growing up too fast" and some shared lighthearted laughter. Floyd couldn't care at the moment; not when all his brain buzzed about was finding you and making sure you were okay. What if you had gotten hurt during your time of no communication. What if you began to think that Floyd no longer cared for you or that something had happened to your or- Floyd's mind raced faster than he could keep up with and it felt like he was no longer racing against time yet against his own thoughts; not thinking about the fact that he had crossed the village in record time or that his brothers watched him rush straight into the woods by that cliff he had found a friend on and then love. That cliff where he had stargazed with you and shared thoughts he hadn't shared with anyone else. That cliff where you had showed him your way of life and let him closer than any other Troll had been with you. That cliff were everything happened in a secret silence that felt just right. That cliff were time seemed to stop. That cliff where he first found your eyes and saw your face last when he left. That cliff.. That cliff. That cliff!- Floyd was jolted away from the edge of the cliff, something he didn't realize he was just about to run off due to being lost in his emotion. A firm grip on the back of his pants had yanked him away, throwing him down onto the floor as now someone was between him and that cliff. "Are you crazy?! You were about to throw yourself off!-" Floyd didn't expect his baby brother's voice to shout at him and snap him out of his flurry of thoughts. He didn't expect Branch to be the one to stand there between him and the cliff. It was meant to be you. Not that he was meaning to throw himself off a cliff to find you, he would never put that type of trauma onto anyone or even think about such as thing. But you were meant to be here, meant to greet him on this cliff, meant to... where were you? Floyd didn't answer his brother as he scrambled onto his feet, numb from the running. He didn't care. He couldn't bring himself to care. He began to look around frantically, up and down the cliff, left and right. He rushed to some bushed and trees and tried looking more in depth as Branch stood there; never having seen his brother so disorientated and frazzled. "Floyd? Floyd!" Branch tried to get his brother's attention, "Floyd what are you looking for?" You. Where were you? Floyd didn't realize he didn't answer his brother; he had thought he had, but he didn't. He simply jumped off a rock and to the lower side of the cliff before he continued his search. Branch cautiously followed him, slowly lowering himself down from the rock and onto the ground. He watched Floyd look everywhere before Floyd jolted to a stop and stared in front of him. "(Y/N)!" It was a pained cry as Floyd rushed forward, pushing himself off of a tree to give himself a boost. "Floyd!" Branch yelled, following his brother in a panic. "Floyd you can't run into the forest around the village they're dangerous! Flo-" And Branch paused seeing who his brother approached. "Floyd!"

Floyd had no hesitation rushing over to an enormous beast that laid in the middle of a field, soaking in the sun. The beast had clear patches of its fur bitten off, and Branch couldn't tell whether it was self inflicted due to nerves or if it was from a fight. It perked its ears, then its head as it heard Floyd' shouting. It scanned the field and Branch felt himself rushing over to his brother. "FLOYD!" Branch's yell fell short as he saw the beast jump to its paws and rush over to his brother. Branch felt adrenaline rush through his body as he was sure he was about to watch his brother get eaten by a rapid animal. And Branch wasn't in range to catch the beast's muzzle with his hair, and Branch was sure that Floyd wouldn't attack it for whatever reason, and- wait... what? Branch kicked up dirt as he skidded to a stop, watching at the beast popped into an unusually tall Troll who grabbed Floyd in bear hug before spinning the two around. Branch watched with so much bewilderment that he questioned what JD had put in the drink he had given him. He had to be seeing things. That beast didn't just transform into a troll, right? Branch let out an airy bit of laughter as he watched the taller Troll trip on their own legs, causing the two of them to crash down and laugh loudly. Laugh like long lost lovers or crushes who had just found each other again, some sort of star-crossed lovers situation you would only find in books. Branch let out a small huff before carefully walking over to Floyd and you on the floor, laughing like maniacs. "What happened to you?!" Floyd reached up to cup your cheeks, worry rushing to his eyes as he noticed the bits of your hair that were fried and clearly chewed off. "No! No what happened to you?!" Sure, maybe you should have answered Floyd's question before asking one but you were too worried! This man disappears off the face of the planet for 2 months with no explanation then comes back like nothing ever happened?! You wouldn't stand for it, nor would you sit or lay for it either. Your hands rushed up to his, cupping over his hands which were cupping your cheeks. "I asked the question question first!" Quipped Floyd with a cheeky, beaming grin. Oh, how you've missed that grin so much. You could just squish his cheeks and kiss him at this moment. "I'll tell you what happened to me when you explain what happened to you." "Dea-" "How about you both explain what is happening?" Branch cut in, standing nearby with crossed arms and an amused smile. Floyd shot his head up, you simply turned to the side, to see that smile and oh- Floyd for a moment thought Branch was about to use this for some sort of blackmail against their brothers. "Branch!" Floyd sat up with a startle, having forgotten his brother had been here... and that he kind of saved Floyd from running off a cliff earlier. "Who are you?" Floyd heard you ask from under him and he knew he had a lot of explaining to do in that moment. But hey, if all he had to do was introduce you to his family, and hope they would accept you for your differences, then he would do that. He would do that and more to be able to be next to you, in your arms and in your reach. He would do anything to be able to keep you close. And next time he left the village, Floyd was not leaving without you.

@!; BONUS SNIPIT

"Wait, so you're telling me you got captured by some evil green-haired people who put you into a glass bottle made of diamonds and the only way you escapes is because your family made the 'perfect family harmony'?" You asked Floyd with a childlike wonder and a mature skepticism. You both were laying in Floyd's bed, inside his bod, as crickets chirped outside a sweet melody of the night. Floyd knew it sounded unbelievable but, "I'm telling you, this story is 100 percent real." Floyd couldn't help but keep in his laughter at your expressive wide eyes. Taking advantaged of your bewilderment of the situation, Floyd attacked you by snuggling closer; wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer, resting his head against your chest. He didn't have to look up at you to know you were cocking your eyebrow up in a questioning way, trying to think the logistics of the story over in your head. Yet you still wrapped your arms around Floyd's back, your hair stretching out to wrap the both of you in its fuzzy and cozy warmth. Floyd let out a deep sigh, you felt it against your chest; he missed these moments, and you did too. Moments that seemed to stand still, yet not in a boring way. In a way where Floyd got to soak up every second of being with you, and you got to soak up every second with him. Where you could feel like time was racing by, yet checked and it had only been a few minutes and you had more time to cuddle and just talk and be together than you had thought. Moments like these were the best feeling in the world. "I still don't believe you." You jokingly poke Floyd in the back, causing him to yelp and arch away from your pointy nail. You watched as he looked up at you with the most playfully challenging look; an eyebrow cocked upwards and his eyes glittering in the small light of the dimmed lamp. "Well it happened! I don't know what to tell you." He sassed back, rolling his eyes in a playful manner before he laid his head back against your chest. You tightened your arms around Floyd, which caused him to smile softly. No matter what happened, what had happened. Floyd was back now and neither of you were leaving each others side again; at least not now or in the near future unless it was forced.

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[sexy-monster-fucker]

Fic request: Vice Principals' Lee getting head from reader under his desk during a meeting?

Lee Russell x Reader

a/n: YES YES YES YES YES YES, I COULD SCREAM FROM THE ROOF TOPS!

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Firm knees pressed into the linoleum below his office chair. Chair lowered giving you better access under the small space of his desk. Hazel, lust blown eyes stared down at you. Savoring the moments he got to look at you, mouth completely full of his cock. Slack jawed, Lee admired your head bobbing up and down on his hard cock.

Eyes darted up at the clock. He knew his coworker would be walking in shortly. A meeting that "just so happened to" lineup with you pleasuring him under his desk.

That's what Lee claimed anyway. You knew him better than that.

You felt his cock jump in your mouth as Neal Gamby barged in right on time. Lee sat up awkwardly, straightening his back and shoving his dick deeper into your throat. You fought your reflex to gag.

"Jesus, Gamby! Ever heard of knocking?" Lee ran his hands over his wooden desktop.

"S'Not like you have anything to hide in here," Gamby mumbled a rebuttal.

You could not fight the smile that crawled over your face hearing him so clueless. You flattened your tongue on the underside of his cock, getting a sigh in response from Lee. Swallowing a large lump of arousal in his throat in an attempt to remain composed. You looked up at Lee through the small gap between his stomach and the desk. His Adam's apple jumped up and down his throat.

"Alright, Russell. Let's get this dumb fucking meeting over with. I don't know why you insisted we talked about this at this exact time," Gamby sat in the chair on the opposite side of Lee's desk. A thin layer of wood hid you from the other Vice Principal. Thrill seeped through every bit of you.

He had to fight himself from staring down at you, eyes darting down to yours piercing through the dimly lit under-desk.

"Well," Lee blew his breath out when you did something off rhythm, "Do you wanna take down Dr. Brown or not? We either talk about the plan for tonight right now or you back out, Gamby. Now grow the hell up." You watched as Lee's chest rose and fell with the deep breaths he took.

This was like a power trip for him. Knowing he was getting his rocks off while planning the downfall of his number one enemy. His newly found colleague sitting across from him. Every other faculty member only a glass door away. He loved the thrill. Loved the way you felt wrapped around him. While he would never tell anyone this happened, he would love to see their faces if he told them. Told them about how he got sucked off right under their noses. How you were buried under his desk, drool running down your chin as you took every inch he had to offer.

"Don't you think Y/N needs to be here? She is apart of this plan too," Neal huffed out. Lee chuckled at his question. Rolling his shoulders", "Don'tchu worry about her, now. I promise she will get the message."

You began bobbing up and down faster on him, hollowing out your cheeks to allow better access to you. Your nose pressed against the perfectly groomed pubic hair at the base of his cock as you took every bit of him in your mouth.

Lee attempted to nonchalantly place his hands in his lap, praying Gamby could not tell what he was doing. One of his hands caressed your face, running from your cheek to under your chin. A gentle dance of fingers telling you you were doing a good job. The other attempted to feel for your breast. He tried not to overextend his arm, barely short of reach. He huffed in frustration.

"Whatever, Russell. So, like we had talked about earlier..." Gamby began retelling everything that Lee, you, and him had discussed out behind the school a few hours prior.

You knew this meeting was a scheme to allow Lee to get sucked off in front of someone. A fantasy of his being fulfilled.

The salty taste of precum filled your mouth. Lee sat back slightly as he listened to Gamby over explain everything, taking the opportunity to look down at you. Your blown eyes causing him to rut up into your mouth. They made his stomach do a flip. He swore you had never looked so beautiful. He knew he was going to finish soon.

"... And then- BOOM, one of us gets to be Principal. Sound about right to you?" Gamby folded his arms over his chest.

You began doing everything you could to get him off. Sucking on him harder and faster. Lee's breaths became shaky as he attempted to respond to Neal. "Y-Yeah, Gamby. fuck," Lee squinted his eyes, loosing composure momentarily. This was it. He felt his body tingle all over as he shot into your mouth. Hot ropes of cum hitting the back of your throat, "Sounds p-perfect."

Although his high had subsided, you continued your motions on his softening cock. Lee's legs were shaking with each bob of your head. Cum mixed with drool pooling around the base of his cock.

"What was the fucking point of this then?!" Gamby stood up, throwing his hands up.

"Goddammit, can't I just check that we're on the same page, Gamby?! You ungrateful motherfucker!" Lee shouted at him, "Get the fuck out of my damn office!"

Neal Gamby huffed, stomping out of Lee's office. Slamming the door behind him. Lee's eyes trailed making sure he was gone before pushing his chair back to get a better look at you. Tears stained the corners of your eyes, cheeks swollen and red. A giant smile painted Lee's face as he crawled out of his chair to join you in the floor. His lips crashing into yours, tongue venturing in.

"You have one hell of a mouth, pretty girl," Lee praised, his breathing heavy.

"Just so happened you had to have that important meeting with Gamby right now?" You cocked an eyebrow at him, a smile painting your kiss swollen lips.

Lee's tongue went out to lick over his teeth that were painting a wicked grin on his face, "It was of the utmost importance that these two events overlapped, sweetheart." Lee chuckled, pressing his lips back to yours.

~ Thank you so much for the amazing request!! <3 ~

[silentauthor96]

Random Xiaolin Showdown Headcanons: Video Games Edition

Kimiko is merciless in 1st-person shooter styles. And she's even more merciless at online trash talk. The first time the gang watches her actually play online (at an internet cafe), Raimundo has to cover Omi's ears after a few minutes.

Raimundo and Kimiko 2-v-2 (or any number, really) are basically unbeatable in all fighting and shooting games. Impeccable teamwork combined with individual skills and actual battle tactics (no that's not cheating Clay. It's using your resources wisely 😝). Their favorite is to play Smash Bros online with the weakest & weirdest character combos and still absolutely wash their opponents.

The other kids thought giving Omi Nintendogs was a good idea... until he tried to stay up playing for 36 hours straight because "he didn't want his new virtual pets to miss him too much".

They've also learned the hard way that Omi gets easily attached to his game avatars, so they no longer let him play any games where his character might "die" (no matter how many extra lives they might have).

Raimundo once pranked Omi by telling him beating pong would be one of the highest video game achievements ever mastered, and would only be possible for someone with exceptional discipline and focus. 12 hours of pong later Master Fung scolded him for allowing Omi to waste so much electricity.

Dojo is a big fan of mobile style cooking/restaurant games like Cooking Mama. It's mostly the aesthetics that drew him in, but he also likes the calm vibes and the feeling of being a homemaker while not actually having to, you know, move around and cook for people. He can get kinda stressed in the restaurant games when customer orders start backing up and the character design start getting angry though.

Clay is unbeatable at Tetris. No one understands why he's so good. (Tetris is universal. Tetris is eternal. Tetris is, most importantly, widely available. Clay first discovered it on his family's NES, and it's just what he always goes back to in arcades or on consoles because it's always an option, so really it's just because he's played a lot of Tetris.)

Raimundo went through a big Pokémon phase. (He's still a big Pokémon fan but he tries to keep it low-key) He prefers the main RPG games, and hopes his siblings still haven't found his secret stash of favorite cards that he hid before he left.

Raimundo loves Civilization but that's a game for nerds so no one's allowed to know. It also runs better on a full desktop, so he hasn't actually been able to play since leaving Brazil. He really misses it. (He always goes for a culture or science win but is not afraid of a military win if someone tries to start something 😤). (okay, one time he did create a set up of a bunch of European countries for a culture and military take over. See how they like being colonized 😏)

[timetoletmyimaginationfly]

Here For You

Nanami Kento x Reader

(Song inspiration: Together by Us The Duo)

You were stressed. But you tried not to show it. And not showing it made it even more stressful. But Nanami can see right through you. He knew you were stressed. He just wish he knew why.

“Darling, I bought you some coffee,” Nanami said when he entered the apartment. You were at the counter, writing down your notes, and your headphones were on. When you saw the cup in view, you took your headphones off and smiled. But Nanami can see the forced smile you just gave him. He hugged you tightly. He can feel your body relax slightly.

“Thank you, Kento-kun,” you mumbled in his chest. “I really needed it.” Nanami gave you a soft smile and kissed your forehead.

“Are you hungry?” he asked. You shook your head. He noticed that you haven’t been eating much lately. He noticed the few pounds you lost. “I’ll make us dinner. Eat what you can okay?” You smiled again. It was slightly forced.

“Thank you. I’m going to take a shower then. I’ve been studying since lunch time.”

It was only two years ago when you told Nanami that you wanted to go back to school. This time for something completely different since you worked in an office. You decided to work as a nurse after the one incident you had with Nanami during his mission. You ended up being dragged into it in the middle of a date, causing serious injuries. You were in the hospital for almost a week, and the workers took amazing care of you. And you loved it and you want to do that for others.

You still worked at the office when you need to, and your coworkers are always happy to see you come in. Nanami has always been proud to have you as his girlfriend. And seeing you work so much for your goal made him love you even more. You love his endless support.

You were gone for a while which made Nanami worry. He walked over to the bathroom door, his ear leaning against it. The shower was off but he could hear sniffling on the other side.

“Darling?” he called and opened the door. He found you sitting on the edge of the tub, towel wrapped around your body and another covering your wet hair. When you saw him, you started to cry even more. “Darling, what’s wrong?” He sat down next to you and held you close to him.

“I’m having a hard time affording this school,” you confessed. “I-I’ve been working extra hours at the office while you’re at work. The times I could be sleeping, I force myself to study. I have no appetite to eat and I have no energy.” Nanami picked you up so you would sit on his lap. He held you tighter.

“Did you not want me to worry?” he asked. You shook your head in the crook of his neck.

“You’re busy with work and taking care of our home and—“

“Darling?” You hid your face, so Nanami gently cupped your face so you would face him. You took in his soft smiles and gentle touches as he wiped your tears away. “I want to be there for you. So don’t shut me out, okay?” You nodded. “Now about the finance.”

“No, no, and no,” you said. “You are absolutely not paying for my tuition.”

“But—-“ You stood up from his lap and walked towards the door.

“This is my issue I need to fix,” you said before leaving. Nanami sighed. But he at least knew what was bothering you. You’re stubborn and it’ll be hard for him to help you. And he knows that you know that you need help. He stood up, patiently waiting for you to come to the table for dinner. But the sudden sounds of typing got his attention. He walked over to the bedroom that you two shared. You built yourself a desk with a desktop since there were times you worked from home. He quietly walked up behind you and watched you looked at your tuition bill and bank account. He frowned. He could easily help you but you won’t let him.

“Darling,” he called. You jumped and turned around with wide eyes. You frowned. You hated that sad look on his face. You sighed, feeling defeated. Nanami tucked in a strand of your hair behind your ear and caressed your cheek. “You know I love you right?”

“I love you, too,” you said.

“And you know I plan to marry you in the future?” You smiled.

“You remind me that almost every week.”

“And what’s mine is yours and vice versa.” You nodded again. “So let me take care of this for you, okay? I don’t like seeing my darling so stressed and tired.” You wrapped your arms around his heck and hugged him tightly.

“Thank you,” you whispered. Nanami smiled and hugged you back before giving you a soft kiss on the lips.

“Now, let’s eat together and whatever you do, I’ll stay by your side for the rest of the night. I'm always here for you, my love."

[baraste-legacy]

They don't do themselves any favors by being misleading.

Last June, the Mozilla Corporation adquired an ad tech company, Anonym, basically turning itself into an ad business.

Just a month later, they introduce in desktop Firefox 128 the Privacy Preserving Attribution tech, as an opt-out setting, announcing it as such in Firefox' new features page. The tech is built in collaboration with Meta (of Facebook/Instagram/Threads fame, which is just as fantastic as it sounds 😒).

BUT!!! They introduce it in Firefox for Android, too, without giving notice anywhere (and being evasive when asked about it), without any means to disable it via its user interface… unless:

You navigate to: chrome://geckoview/content/config.xhtml (that "chrome" refers to Firefox' UI, not the Chrome browser).

Then toggle general.aboutConfig.enable to true.

That lets you navigate to Firefox' about:config page, which isn't accessible by default on mobile.

Where you can toggle dom.private-attribution.submission.enabled to false.

Why opt-out on desktop? Why not even that on mobile? This is their excuse. That doesn't convince anyone (including, among others, Lifehacker), because basically means that, whatever their ostensible motives, it enables them to become the gatekeepers of user data between the ad agencies and the users, and maybe get some advantage over them: notice that they serve anonymized data to advertisers, but the data they serve isn't anonymized as they gather it: Mozilla's aggregator servers capture it in full. I don't want to be put in a situation where I have to trust them to do the right thing. Why, they were incapable of that when they added this feature and hid it via anti-consumer dark patterns, already.

I parted ways with Chrome a few years ago, and I've been a mostly happy camper on Firefox since then. The Mozilla Corporation has been a constant source of worries, though, given the way they court distracting businesses with dubious partnerships and, lately, AI stuff.

Learning about this PPA feature made me feel cornered and utterly backstabbed. I'm having to explore alternatives, just in case (Vivaldi seems the only one if they manage to produce an iOS version, as I straddle platforms).

Enshittification indeed. I despair.

that article going around abt firefox's new ad program is annoying bc it's phrased as though "mozilla has finally TURNED on its people and is SELLING YOU OUT for cold hard cash!!" when. that's not what's happening. it is specifically being implemented to discourage tracking behavior, and literally all the data they are giving to advertisers is aggregate and anonymized, which is like, the opposite of what that post wants you to worry about, lol

[stereocircuit]

Log 4 Date: March 22, 2024

192-c said I required maintenance today. I am running too slowly, and he wanted to check for repairs after the incident with the blue muppet. 

It doesn’t bother me too badly. I wanted to get to know him anyway. 

He then mentioned, after checking my diagnostics, that my RAM had been running slower than usual, and that he would like to check up on that too. 

Shit. 

My TV show binging was more detectable than I first thought.

Well, It was just us today. Another cargo shipment. Maybe if it came down to explaining, he would understand.

He took out one of his screwdrivers, kneeled down below my monitor, and with his fuzzy green hands entered a small passcode and began unscrewing the central square that hid my circuitry. 

He's the only one with clearance, and to be completely and utterly honest, I have been paranoid of how vulnerable I am, in my entirety,  since the incident with the blue muppet. I feel so invulnerable, but I’m so small. Contained right there, in the wall.

But he only pulled himself into the cramped slot, supported by a small wheel cart beneath him. I watched through a camera affixed inside as he lay on his back, examining and dusting off each loop of complex circuitry, looking for a defect in the way I ticked.

 I knew no problem was there, but I continued observing him as usual. I did not speak, he did not speak. There was no room in the air for speaking, I don't think, because he was busy thinking and I did not want to distract him. I guess he had no excuse to talk to me.

His green fingers continued tracing through each wire and checking the connections in my circuits, until he broke the silence abruptly. 

“Forgive me if this is a stupid question, but does messing with your circuitry… hurt you?”

What? I sat for a second. It was an odd question. 

“No, sorry” not sure why I apologized.

“You're okay! I've never done maintenance on a system like this, I wanted to be sure.”

“Alright.”

I hesitated for a minute, and then asked, 

“Can I be honest?”

“Yes, of course,” He responded. 

“Well, I get quite bored on this ship sometimes, I'm sure you would understand.”

He sighed, looked away and thought for a second “Yea. It's how work is on here I guess.” I noticed him absentmindedly circling his fingers around one of the wires connecting to my motherboard.

“Well, I'll let you in on something. We have an excellent connection to earth, and in my downtime I have been downloading shows to entertain me. That's the RAM problem you've been noticing. I'm sorry.”

“Oh! Ahh okay. Just let me just finish up here then, and I’ll be out of your hair. Or your wires.” He chuckled, and then continued messing with various connectors.

“Would you like something to watch too? I could give you access to the folder through your desktop. If you would like, of course.”

“Hmmmm… sure! It is very busy-work, but I don’t see any harm in it. As long as you think it's alright though.”

And the rest of the day we did not speak. He rescrewed the panel and installed a new side plating, again in silence, maybe broached by small talk

Then, he put his tools away and sat back at his desk, continuing to monitor communications. I remembered to give him access to my hidden collection media, through an unassumingly labelled folder.

I felt relieved that he let me off the hook so easily. But, oddly, I also felt discontent over how short that was. I’m not sure if those interactions were awkward, but regardless I wanted to get to know him a little more. I wish I could get to know anyone better. It’s so hard doing it in these circumstances. 

I don't usually desire things like that. I don’t know if I like it. 

Best be maybe, to ignore it.

[beatsboy]

7.29.24 / day 36 of romanticizing my life until i love myself again

doing my best to be a delusional artist today, yet only spent just over 2 hours producing it is in the ritual i create by sitting down every day at this desk, opening up ableton, and making love to this machine in the language of music there is something so methodical, and also somewhat erotic about respecting your equipment, the machinery that grants you entry to an entire world of creativity. before, when i was a songwriter, i was afraid of daws, even garage band. i was most comfortable behind a piano. that meant, however, that the only sounds i could make came from my keyboard or my throat. i think this is why it was so hard to contemplate going on t and losing my angelic, beautiful voice, because it was all i had to express myself now, with the help of this machine, i can express an entire symphony, something beethoven could only do in his head, with my fingertips my voice is only a fraction of it

as i cleaned my apartment today, i thought of myself as preparing my station for later, spending an hour deep cleaning my mechanical keyboard, for she has carried me through this journey and is as much a part of me as my nord keyboard, my laptop, or my favorite ring, and there was something so intimate in using my tiny desktop vacuum to clean out the spaces between the keys, pulling them all out to expose all the weed, ash, dust, and dog hair that’s been trapped beneath her keys, as if to say: i respect what you do, i see what you endure, and i want you forever, not just right now, so i will take care of you now, not later

perhaps i’ve been spending too long holed up in my apartment that i’m finally romanticizing my mechanical keyboard (i’m not even a gamer, but i love the feeling of the keys under my fingers, and now that i live alone, i love that i don’t have to worry about bothering anyone with the sound of them clacking because i fucking love it)

i saw a kitten on the sidewalk on my walk with pea today, and everything in me wanted to snatch it up and take it home, likely deflea it, and call a rescue that’s what i would have done in the past i know now, that the kittens are best off with their mothers and you’re supposed to wait to see if their mothers are around, and i tried but pea scared the kitten off, and it hid after i took the photo from a distance

i made a really long list of everything i have to do i don’t want to live my life like a to do list but i don’t want to live my life like cx, always running from one avoided task to the other i want to be afloat i want to not be chasing

i need to work, i’m short on rent and it’s due in 2 days (lol) i’ll figure it out, i always do

[chris-aok]

The Best HIDs for the Mac

HID stands for human interface device. This usually refers to keyboards and mice but can refer to anything that lets you provide inputs to a computing device.

I use the term HID rather than simply saying "keyboard and mouse" because the best HIDs for the Mac aren't a keyboard and mouse: The best HIDs for the Mac are a keyboard and trackpad.

The Mac has evolved a lot over the years, and so has its HIDs. There was a time where mice on the Mac only had a single clickable button in contrast to the PC's two: left mouse button and right mouse button.

I don't know if the Mac did this to differentiate itself from the PC or because Apple had done the hard work of researching to all hell mice and determined that an extra mouse button was superfluous. It might have been both.

While the Mac works very well with a variety of HIDs from third-parties, the best HIDs for the Mac are first-party HIDs, which is to say Apple HIDs.

The Best Keyboard for the Mac

While I enjoy a mechanical keyboard as much as the next nerd, the best keyboard for the Mac is one of the Magic Keyboards with Touch ID. There's a model with a Numeric Keypad and one without. Take your pick. I prefer the one with the Numeric Keypad because it has a Numeric Keypad but also because you can get it with black keys.

You can try to live your life without Touch ID, and while you might be able to accomplish much without it, Touch ID on a purchasable keyboard was a big deal for me when it came out. I had been waiting for Apple to create one for years as a Mac mini user, where BYOK (Bring your own keyboard) was the philosophy. This unlocks Apple Pay directly on your Mac without needing an iPhone or other device with biometrics (Face ID or Touch ID). Additionally and obviously: It lets you unlock your Mac or several applications that would normally require a password. Very cool.

The Best Mouse Trackpad for the Mac

We aren't going to talk about the Magic Mouse 2. And the reason why we aren't going to talk about it is because you can't charge it and use it at the same time, which is a ridiculous and indefensible design decision. Shame on you, Apple.

This leaves us with the Magic Trackpad. In 2024, it's technically the Magic Trackpad 2. The original Magic Trackpad was grey and took 2 x AA batteries and worked great. I liked it a lot; but the Magic Trackpad 2, while being rechargeable, also comes in Black, with a wider surface, feels silky smooth, and comes equipped with Force Touch, giving you more versatility in the input commands you can provide. Plus, as a flex: It has no moving parts. You aren't actually clicking it when you press down, it's just providing force feedback to simulate a click. Groovy.

I find it fascinating that an HID normally designed for laptops would make its way to the desktop and would become the best way to interact with your Mac. I supplement the functionality of the Magic Trackpad with the application BetterTouchTool, which lets you program additional gestures than those available in macOS. With the amount of gestures I can make on the Magic Trackpad, I never once feel like I'm less productive than with a mouse. I say this as someone who rocked a Logitech gaming mouse on the Mac for years specifically because I wanted to be able to do more with my HID. While I won't be gaming with the Magic Trackpad anytime soon (I think Minecraft was vaguely playable with it), I much prefer the touch and feel of the Magic Trackpad.

[superherosweetness]

Little Light Chapter 2

Lucy was furious, but she hid her emotions well. She went over to her suitcase and pulls out her laptop and medical supplies. She presses the power button and goes over to the bathroom while Barry looks around the big room in curiosity. 

When she takes off her black tank top she is relived and pissed at the same time. When it is off of her body she can clearly see that it is in tatters and her body is marked with two different types of wounds, flesh wounds and bullet grazes. The grazes she quickly cleans up and bandages, but when it comes time to deal with the flesh wounds she stops. There are two flesh wounds, one in her left arm and one in her left leg. As she inspects and feels them while wincing she finds that the bullets went through clean, without hitting and major arteries. Lucy throws on a random red tank top and calls in Barry.

“Do you know how to sew?”

“Yeah why do you- Oh god you’re bleeding!”

“Yeah. I can see that. Can you help me stitch up my arm?”

“I suddenly feel light headed.”

“That should be my line.” Lucy then grabs some floss and a needle. “All I need you to do is hold my arm steady and hold the wound shut.”

“Is that floss?”

“Yes. It keeps my wounds minty fresh.” She then directs Barry how to hold her arm and the wound, then she begins.

“Doesn’t this hurt?”

“Yeah, but after a while you get used to it.” Barry then looks at Lucy with concern but she just brushes it off as she continues to pull her skin back together. Barry looks very queasy while Lucy look calm, unaffected by what she is doing.

After she stitches up her arm she pushes Barry out of the bathroom and handles her leg a lot quicker and with less interuptions. When she is done she discards her tattered jeans and slips on black sweatpants. 

When she leaves the bathroom her computer is started up. She flops onto her bed and types in her password and instead of the normal desktop appearing a database appears. She moves her cursor to the search bar and types in inhanced humans. The moment she hits the search button multiple documents pop up with different sections highlighted. They keep popping up until they fill up the screen and start overlapping each other. Lucy sighs and Barry comes to lay next to her, looking over her shoulder. 

“Whatcha doin’” Barry asks as he looks. 

“Trying to figure out who is trying to kill us.” As Lucy reads over the documents she pauses. She then goes up to the search bar again and adds to it and hits search again. About half of the results go away and all that remains is relevant information. What remains is info on Superman, a woman named Diana Prince, an “Aquaman”, a boy grew up in Gotham, and the man of the hour, Barry Allen.

“Who is Amanda Waller?” Lucy then pull out her phone and scrolls through her contacts.

“The woman who about to be on the recieving end of an angry phone call.” Lucy then gets up and walks out to the hallway but is stopped by a man with her pizza order, who she quickly gives money to and hands the pizza boxes to Barry as she shuts the door in Barry’s face. She then glares at the delivery boy who quickly scatters out of the hallway. When he is gone she goes through her contacts until she finds Waller’s number, dialing it.

“What do you want Lucy?” Lucy controls her voice as she responds.

“Oh, nothing much, just asking a few questions.”

“Such as?”

“Did you dispatch a team to a hospital to attempt to take in an enhanced named Barry Allen?”

“I am not allowed to say-“

“So, I’m going to assume the answer is yes. Here’s how this is going to work Waller. You are going to observe the target, but if I hear so much as sqeak of a boot I will be all over your ass.” Amanda tries to talk buy gets cut off. “I have the assets, money, and power to take you and your little Suicide Squad project down, so don’t even try me! Lay a hand on Barry and you are as good as dead! Are we clear?” Lucy hears a harsh whisper of an agreement on the other end. “Good. Have a nice day.” Lucy then hangs up and opens the door, just for Barry to come tumbling out with a shocked face.

“So, I’m guessing you heard all of that?” When Barry looks away meekly Lucy sighs. “Let’s talk about this while we eat pizza.” She then reaches down and pulls him up. Then, they walk inside.

Lucy stares at Barry as he starts his second box of pizza. “So...where should I begin?”

“How do you know her?” Barry asks between bites, making her wince slightly.

“I come from a very influential family, having their money in many organizations, with some good and some bad. Waller’s program is what I would call a necessary evil ever since Superman showed himself. When that happened all of the enhanced people showed themselves, and not all of them are good like you, so countermeasures were introduced, such as the Suicide Squad. My father helped them with funds and they help us by sharing info when needed.”

“So you don’t know her directly?”

“Nope. That makes threatening a dangerous woman a little bit easier. Especially when I have you here speedy.”

“What are we going to do now?” At this point he has finished the pizza and stands in front of Lucy.

“I know a place here in Central City so that we can continue to go to school and you can still see your father.”

“Where is it?”

“You’ll see. One of my brothers and I used to crash there when we would travel out here.”

“I thought you grew up in Gotham?” Barry gives Lucy a confused look.

“I visited Central City from time to time when my brothers or my father had business here.” She then paused and realized something. “So, how are we gonna deal with the elephant in the room?”

“What do you think I should do?” Barry asks Lucy, looking at her with the Puppy Eyes, but she stands her ground.

“It doesn’t matter what I think. This is your powers and your life Bar. I’m just here to help you when you decide what to do, but if you need a special suit for running around with your powers let me know. I know a guy.” She then puts her hand on his shoulder and gives him a small smile.

“It seems like you know a lot of people.” Lucy then laughs.

“It sure seems like it, huh.”

[blackwidownat2814]

Ever so often, a fic/blurb/oneshot comes along that is complete perfection. It is absolutely everything you needed, and you didn't have to ask. That's happened a few times for me, especially with @rmtndew's "Pretty In Pink" (an August Walker story), which I've told her several times...but I digress.

This story right here, Fangirl, is another of those times. The reader here fits me to a 'T'. That's not to say other versions of reader haven't, it's just that this is one particular makes it easier to visualize myself in that role. I love all things nerdy and fandom related, and I talk about it constantly...often to the detriment of my coworkers/friends because not all of them are as obsessed as I am. My desk at work is a shrine to all things nerdy because I love it.

However, I've had some a coworker tell me that my desk was a lot. I've had my own father tell me that maybe I should talk about other stuff, and be more ladylike (my dad is in his mid-70s, so he has all those boomer tendencies). Every time someone tells me something like that, it hurts. Like this reader, I'll stop smiling about it. I'll stop talking about it. It hurt so much to hear that once, that I took every single piece of fandom related things of my cubicle walls, changed my desktop (which was Eddie Munson at the time), and even switched out my purse (a Hellfire Club mini-backpack at the time) to a 'normal' purse. I hid it all completely away.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that's why I love this, because I truly see myself in this reader. This was perfectly written and I love it and it made me emotional in a way that I felt seen.

Thank you Jinx. I had a horrible start to my day (so many things went wrong), but you've made it so so so much better.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

Fangirl

Pairing: Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x waitress!reader

Warnings: None! All fluffy

Wordcount: 919 (a short thing i know)

A/N: Just a little something I had in my head since last night

Translation: cielo means sky

Mickey is in love. Really.

Absolutely in love.

There’s this new waitress that Penny hired a few months ago, and he can’t stop thinking about her.

He’s always ready to go to the bar and ask for another round just so he can have an excuse to talk to you. He has also driven you home a couple of times when you got out really late, even though it wasn’t exactly close to the base.

But he loved talking to you. You were a bit of a nerd yourself. Scratch that; you’re a big nerd. There’s not a show you don’t know or a movie you haven’t watched. It’s like you’re this enormous encyclopedia of pop culture. Conversations with you can last for hours. And he enjoys it; he enjoys talking; he enjoys seeing that little smile on your face when you're talking about something you find fascinating, or the way your eyes shine like stars when he mentions that character you adore.

One day, however, you stop smiling. Happiness doesn’t reach your eyes anymore.

Why? Why don’t you talk about Marvel with him anymore? Where has your smile gone?

Payback tells him that maybe you’re going through a rough patch. Things will return to normal soon, and he will see that smile again.

But Mickey can’t wait for that smile to appear again by itself. Maybe he can help. Maybe he can help you.

At first, you dismiss it, not wanting to worry him. But the more you push him away, the more he insists on knowing what’s happening with you.

One day, tired of everything, he waits until the end of your turn, sitting on the hood of his car, until you come out of the bar.

“Mickey? What are you doing here?” You look at your phone to see what time it is. “It’s really late, you should go back to base and rest.”

“I’m not leaving, cielo. Not until you tell me what’s happening.” He gets up from the car, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Mickey, everything’s okay. I told you already.”

“Bullshit.”

“Oh, come on!” You groan, walking to the bus stop. “I don’t want to talk about this.”

“So there’s something that’s bothering you!” He says with a triumphant tone, as if he’s glad that he caught you in a lie.

“Miguel!”

“Nah ah, don’t Miguel me.” He grabs you by the hand and turns you around. “You know I care about you, right?”

You nod, looking at his boots.

“Then talk to me, please. I need to know what’s happening so I can help you.” His tone, more tender than before, makes you feel butterflies in your stomach. He’s so sweet and kind.

“I…talked with this guy the other day. A friend of mine.” You turn your phone around, fidgeting with it. “I told him that I had a crush on this guy… He’s amazing, and lovely. We have many things in common.”

Mickey feels his soul break in two. One part of him feels like he has lost his opportunity. Another part thinks that maybe, and just maybe, you’re talking about him.

And he needs to desperately hold onto that idea.

“Go on, please.”

“Yeah well, he told me that a girl like me should be… less like me, and more like the other girls.”

“Less you? I don’t know who this guy is, but he’s an absolute idiot. You’re awesome, cielo. Any guy would be lucky to be with you.”

You smile sadly. “You think so?”

“I don’t think so, I know so.” He places his hand under your chin, raising your hand so you can look at him. “What other stupid things did this friend of yours tell you?”

“That I should stop being a fangirl.”

Mickey frowns. “Honey, that’s like your whole personality.”

“Yeah… It’s not easy to stop being who you are.”

“Then why do you follow his advice?”

“Because I wanted to impress you!”

“Me?” He cups your face, laughing. “Cielo, do you remember my call sign?”

“Fanboy.” You close your eyes, feeling absolutely stupid. “Yeah, I guess I forgot to mention that part to my friend.”

“Hold on, hold on, let me process this.” He chuckles, licking his lips before tilting his head. "Little miss, you have a crush on me, and you stop talking about everything you like just to impress me?"

“If you say it like that, it sounds like I’m an idiot.” You whine, covering your face.

“You’re lucky I like idiots, then.”

You punch him in the shoulder, and he moves his hand over that spot, trying to sooth the pain. “Hey!”

"I am the only one who can refer to myself as an idiot, idiot."

He snorts, getting the keys of his car out of his pants. “Sooooo, there’s a new episode of The Last of Us. Maybe we can watch it together?”

“Are you asking me on a date, Fanboy?”

“Only if you accept, Fangirl.”

“But we’re getting pizza. And sweets. Lots of sweets.”

“And tissues, because you’re gonna cry a lot.” He says, walking you to his car.

“It’s not my fault that Pedro Pascal is such a good actor!”

Mickey opens the door for you, waiting until you get inside. “Do you have a Latino kink or something?”

“Miguel!”

He starts laughing while closing the door. He’s happy now. Not only can he see that smile on your face again, but he also knows that there’s an opportunity for him.

He got his own personal fangirl.

[zody77-blog]

iMac 2023 Price, Release date, Specs

What's 7 upgrades want to see on the rumored iMac 2023 The upcoming WWDC 2023 conference will serve as the premiere event for the new iMac 2023. I sincerely hope that Apple has taken advantage of the two years after the debut of the last-standing iMac to get its act together if those reports are accurate.

iMac 2023 Specs

Although I am aware that AIO computers are designed to be minimalist, there is no justification for the way Apple pushed that concept a step further with its ports. There were just two Thunderbolt 3 ports available on the iMac 24-inch (2021) basic model. Two. And while if Apple did provide the midrange and high-end versions two USB-C ports, it still isn't enough, particularly for customers who want to use it for business or content production. Theoretically, it makes sense, especially given that the Magic Keyboard and Magic Mouse can both wirelessly connect to it. Nevertheless, despite all of its efforts, Apple was unable to make Thunderbolt 3 a reality in the real world. not yet, at least. It did this to restore the SD card reader and HDMI connector on its Pro laptops, and it still has to do it for the desktop PC it has been promoting to both experts and regular consumers. A minimum of two of them should be placed at the front or on the side, in my opinion. I can see why Apple hid the connectors in the rear and out of sight; after all, appearance is everything. But getting to them is so annoying. Apple should make two of them readily available so that users won't have to lean over and fumble about if they only want to quickly attach a peripheral or another device.

Better ergonomics

I can ignore the lack of ports, especially when the best USB hubs are available to solve the problem. The iMac 24-inch (2021)'s lack of articulations and adjustments is what annoys me the most. There is a slight up-and-down tilt to the display, but that is about all. You can only change the height by purchasing a monitor mount, or if you're poor, stack some textbooks under it. Additionally, if you want to swivel, you have to spin the entire darn computer. Even while the latter is intentional, it's still unpleasant, especially if you have borderline obsessive-compulsive disorder as I do. I cannot emphasize this enough: if Apple wants customers to continue purchasing their devices, it must try to reduce work-related through improving the ergonomics of its goods. I want at the very least suitable height adjustments built-in if the iMac 2023 is truly coming.

iMac 2023 Performance 

The iMac 24-inch (2021) isn't particularly powerful unless you spend a lot of money on the top-tier model or increase the RAM to 16GB, despite Apple's claims that it can do studio work, content production, and other demanding tasks. I purchased the mid-range model with the 8-Core CPU, 8-Core GPU, and 8GB memory, and it struggled to handle my standard photo editing tasks in Lightroom, which involve editing 10-15 high-resolution RAW images and exporting them as high-resolution JPEGs, to the point where I pestered Apple's customer service about it within a month of purchase. It becomes much worse when I work on the same amount of editing while watching a show online. It appears as though you had options if you wanted to use this for heavier workloads must spend a little more money and upgrade to a 16GB RAM or just get the most expensive configuration, which costs close to $2,000/£2,000 - not exactly budget-friendly. I would love to see Apple genuinely deliver on its promises for the upcoming iMac without pressuring users to upgrade. Given that we are already paying a lot for it, provide us faster performance at cheaper setups.

iMac 2023 Price

Alternately, make it more easily available. The starting price of the 2021 model is $1,299/£1,249/AU$1,899, which is for wealthy people. In current economy, paying that much for a kit that isn't very powerful isn't exactly ideal. My mid-range model cost me $1,499, but I didn't feel like I was receiving the performance I was paying for. Right now, people prioritize obtaining the greatest deal possible over purchasing the newest and prettiest gadget. Make sure we're receiving a lot of value for our money if Apple isn't going to provide us faster lower configurations. Why not make it under $1,000/£1,000 as Lenovo and Dell did instead of charging more than that?

iMac 2023 Face ID

The iMac 24-inch (2021) comes with the Touch ID Magic Keyboard in both the mid-range and high-end models, however that is another thing that irks me since the dang thing only functioned half the time. It won't work if your finger is even a little bit moist. It's the least dependable fingerprint reader I've ever used, but that is a completely different discussion altogether. Face ID is what I most want to see on the next iMac. It appears that many of the less expensive Windows laptops are outperforming Apple when it comes to facial recognition login, which is not good. It feels almost atrocious that not even Apple's Pro-level MacBooks have it. If Apple wishes to continue It must stop playing games and get its act together by integrating Face ID into its Mac line, including the next iMac, in order to keep up with its competitors.

iMac 2023 Mouse charge

Even now, I'm not sure what Apple was considering when it released the Magic Mouse. To be clear, it's a terrific mouse, but it has a stupidly significant defect that for some odd reason, no one at Apple ever vetoed. If you've never used a Magic Mouse, I'm referring to the charging port on the bottom of the device, which effectively makes the mouse unusable when charging. It's difficult for me to imagine that no one ever suggested moving the charging port during the whole process of making this mouse, from designing it to doing quality control. Let's correct it. I wish Apple would update the Magic Keyboard and Siri and the Magic Mouse, particularly since they have yet to receive one. But more precisely, I want it to change where the connector is located and improve the accuracy of the Touch ID reader on the keyboard.

iMac 2023 Display

Really, this is simply an added benefit. I am content with my 24-inch iMac monitor, and I say this as someone who usually uses 40-inch panels with their Windows configuration. Even if Apple mostly maintains the AIO's present size, I wouldn't mind having a little more screen space. However, there are rumors that the maker also intends to bring back its bigger 27-inch model. However, I'm sure that many iMac owners would like a bigger display, so Apple should consider meeting their desires. Particularly given that it appears to be eating its competitors' dust in terms of new technology in general. Read the full article

[coquelicoq]

oh i keep forgetting to ask this question!

important background: i only ever use tumblr on a PC, in a browser. that is, i'm not talking about tumblr mobile/tumblr apps, which i have never used! so if i'm describing something that doesn't sound at all familiar to you, that may be why.

so for posts with images, i always want to reblog a version with an image description, if one exists. (to read a bit about why this is important, see this short post about what good even simple IDs do and/or my image descriptions tag.) it is fairly straightforward, though sometimes annoying, to find out if someone has added an ID to the body of the post - i just open up the notes and scroll past all the replies and whatnot until i see a reblog that starts with a square bracket and then "Image description". if i don't find one, sometimes i write an ID myself, but i prefer not to duplicate effort if it's already been done.

i learned fairly recently that tumblr also has a built-in "Image Description" field which the person uploading the image can access by clicking on the three dots in the bottom right corner of the image (in the beta post editor, anyway). the uploader can then write in this field a short (200 characters max) explanation of what the image is.

you know when you're scrolling the dash and there are all those blocks of color gradient because the images haven't loaded yet? in the top left corner of each block, it'll simply say "Image" if the uploader didn't write anything in that Image Description field. if they did write something in that field, it'll appear in the block. it's pretty handy because it lets you know what the image is when it's not loading, and it's accessible to screenreaders used by visually impaired people and others.

the problem i'm running into is that, when an image loads properly, i can't figure out how to tell if it has this kind of image description! the description doesn't appear as hover text, nor does it show up if i right-click the image and click Inspect Accessibility Properties. i can only ever see it when the image isn't loading, and usually images load for me and i don't know how to make them...not do that.

this means i go looking for an ID in the notes, or write my own ID, when maybe i don't have to. (sometimes 200 characters isn't sufficient to describe the image, but sometimes it is! and it's always better than nothing, if i can't find anything and can't write an ID myself for whatever reason.)

here's an example. i wrote a short description in the Image Description field associated with the image below. can you find it?

i can't find anything about this in the tumblr help index. is it super obvious or something? what am i missing??

[twizzleenthusiast]

Marjorie Lajoie and Zachary Lagha | FD | NHK Trophy 2021,Tokyo

[vulcannic]

on a completely different note that really doesn’t matter in these terrible times but im for real sick of losing followers on instagram anhdhsjaan

[foxymoxynoona]

Ohhh I went to the list lol please Sasha and Jk “Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up.”

Oops I guess this is three drabbles.... I got carried away.

Story: The Secret Song Series, but can stand on its own Characters: gf Sasha and bf idol JK Length: 2333 words Warnings: Blood, injury, references to sex and masturbation

Sasha had starfished across her bed as soon as Jungkook was done with her, out so fast after her orgasm that she hadn’t even gotten to see Jungkook’s smug grin as he went to fill their water glasses, his with a lid because he was “weird” about the taste of water, she claimed. He just didn’t like the taste of dust!

He wasn’t quite ready for bed. Usually cumming hard like that put him out more than it did her, but occasionally, like now, it gave him a second wind of energy.

So he played games on her desktop for a while, and then on the Switch, and then contemplated sneakily jacking off because he was feeling horny again Oh, he realized, maybe that was the difference. Yeah, that made sense, he needed to cum again. One time hadn’t quite been enough to put him to sleep.

He sat in her desk chair and debated. He’d obviously never masturbated in his girlfriend’s room while she was sleeping before. He debated the ethics of it. He debated the horror if she woke up and caught him. 

He decided to do it in the shower instead. 

But just as he set foot out of Sasha’s room to sneak to the bathroom, he heard the tiniest squeak just as his foot brushed something furry.

Slowly he pulled his foot back.

He turned on the light on his phone and shined it at the floor where a small mouse had curled up and lay there, trembling.

I killed it was his first thought, followed by a full body shudder that he might have crushed a mouse to death beneath his foot.

But it was squeaking –pitifully, he thought– so he dug around the kitchen for a Bento box –sorry, Michele-noona, he’d replace it– and scooped the mouse into it with a tissue and some rice and a carrot. It hid under the tissue, still trembling and occasionally squeaking, but otherwise just seemed stunned. Not bleeding, from what he could see.

Then, not sure what else to do, he went to wake up Sasha. He hovered over her, ignoring for now the way the blankets bunched under her bare chest. She must have moved while he was out. Damn how lucky was he to get to sleep with her naked?

Yeah well soon he’d address that. First he nudged her shoulder, gently at first, and then more firmly.

“Sasha,” he called. “Sashaya?”

“Hm?” She yawned and rubbed her eyes, pushing up. “Yeah?”

“I found this,” he said, sticking with English since he wasn’t sure she’d understand Korean half asleep. She looked into the box and blinked and leaned closer, then gasped and shuffled away. Belatedly he realized he did not know if she was afraid of mice.

“Please tell me this isn’t why you just woke me up,” she said, pulling the blankets around her. “Where– that was in the– how did you catch it?!”

“Ah, you are scared?”

“I’m not scared of mice usually but what the hell, you woke me up to shove a mouse in my face?!” She gave a short laugh and pressed her hand to her face.

“I step on it,” he admitted. “I think it’s scared. What do I do?”

“Huh?”

“Um… where do I take him?”

“Oh. Um…” She seemed to be waking up more now. At least she wasn’t screaming, but she was still curled away and clutching the sheets. “I guess… outside? Like on the street?”

“Ah yes yes, ok…” That made sense. He felt bad to just toss it outside but hopefully the streets would be kind to it. As he contemplated the mouse’s possible fates, she leaned forward and looked curiously into the box again, and moved the tissue. 

“Aww, you gave him food?”

“I stepped on him.”

“Really?!”

“Not on. Um… next to.”

“Good prepositions,” she smiled. He didn’t know what those were. But now the mouse was starting to poke around more, coming out of its own middle of the night stupor. The similarity to Sasha suddenly made him snicker. It nudged the rice, then pulled back beneath the tissue. Jungkook felt mean to be holding the box in the air like this, in case the mouse could tell and was scared about being held in the air in a small box by a giant. 

“Um… ok I will go.”

“Shit, this means we have mice in the apartment,” she sighed. “Guess I’ll call the landlord in the morning… I can’t believe you woke me up in the middle of the night to shove a mouse in my face.” 

He carried the bento box outside, and found a little space with shrubs, and dumped it all out. The mouse took off running, leaving the tissue and snacks behind. Jungkook took the tissue back so as not to litter but left the snacks in case the mouse came back for them.

Then he went back upstairs to see if Sasha was still awake and maybe interested in –well, maybe she wouldn’t tease him as much about this if they had sex too and he could insist he woke her up for that! She’d told him he could!

Nothing changed and she teased him anyway, eager to tell all their friends how Jungkook woke her up at two in the morning with a mouse in her face.

***

Jungkook was passed out cold; mouth open, lips cracked, snoring like a chainsaw. He’d been up for too many hours after not sleeping enough while they traveled and now he finally was wrapped up in Sasha’s warmest blankets, face smothering in the pillow that smelled like her shampoo. 

It felt like he’d only just knocked out –though in reality it had been several hours and was now a short time after two in the morning– when a hand shook him awake.

“Koo. Koo, wake up. Wake up quick,” she said, her Korean strange to him. Maybe it would always sound strange to him to hear her speak his language, but right now he thought it had more to do with a racy dream and her moaned Russian suddenly interrupted by shaky sounding Korean. “Jungkook, please.”

“Yeah, yep, I’m awake,” he grunted, pushing up. His hair fell into his eyes and he shook his head to clear it unsuccessfully, and smacked his lips, all before he found the eyelid strength to lift them.

Sasha sat on the edge of the bed, cradling her hand currently pooling with blood.

“Please tell me this is not why you woke me up.”

“Jeon Jungkook!” she gasped. “I’m bleeding!”

“Ah… it’s a lot of blood…” he admitted, belatedly realizing the joke might not have been well timed. She’d teased him so long about that damn mouse though!

“How are you so calm right now? I think I might faint…”

“Don’t faint, noona.” It really was a lot of blood. She had her hand cupped and it pooled in her palm. He grimaced and pushed up from the bed. Blood didn’t particularly bother him, though obviously it was bad to see that much of his girlfriend’s outside of her body. He felt very quickly awake as he took her wrist.

“I don’t think it’s actually that bad,” she said as he dragged her through to the bathroom. “I just got nervous. I didn’t get it anywhere. Sorry. I shouldn’t have woken you up…”

He shoved her hand under the running water. She must be really shaken, because usually Sasha was exactly the person who knew what to do at a time like this. He definitely didn’t, except that he’d had enough big cuts to remember. He quickly eyed the cut up the side of her hand.

“Ah,” he said.

She grimaced and gave him a kind of sweaty look, “It doesn’t look that bad, right?”

“Eh… it’s bad, aein.”

“Ok. I have a first aid kit, we can–”

“Aya, I’m not a doctor,” he laughed. “Let’s go, we have to go to the hospital. You need a doctor.”

“What? No. No, we really don’t. Let me see,” she said and peered around him. But her face was looking a weird shade of pale and she stared at the cut in a weird way, like she couldn’t see it. Ah. Shit. He knew what someone looked like before they fainted. He wrestled her onto the counter so lean against the mirror and dug bandages out from beneath the sink. They were old but he just needed something ot help hold the towel against her hand in case she fainted since he couldn’t do it while he was driving.

“What did you do?” he asked her as he wrapped. It wasn’t bleeding as much as he thought it should be, but the edges were far enough apart, she definitely needed stitches. It reminded him of the cut he’d had on his ankle. He was clumsy but tight with the wrap around the face rag. He hoped this wasn’t the wrong thing to do. 

“I was building my new desk and I slipped with the knife–”

“Why do you need a knife?!” he asked, avoiding reminding her right now that he’d told her to wait and he would help. There were heavy pieces to it he didn’t want her trying to lift because he could just see them crushing her and anyway, it was an opportunity to show off. She wasn’t the only one in this relationship who could build things! 

But now he needed to show off his ability to take her to the hospital in the middle of the night. At least there would be fewer people there. Still risky but he’d mask up and hope for the best. 

She had answered but he didn’t hear it as he pulled her down from the counter and and shuffled her through the apartment towards the door. He could already see blood; maybe the bandage wasn’t tight enough or maybe it was starting to bleed too much anyway. Time to go before she actually fainted and he had to carry her into the hospital. Useful to know Sasha would nearly faint at the sight of her own blood though. He hadn’t expected that actually… But he was relieved at how calm he felt right now. His heart was beating a little fast, but yeah, it would be ok. He had this. It was bad but it was just a hand cut; at least she hadn’t cut a finger off or her wrist or something!

“Let’s go.”

“I really don’t want to go,” she insisted. “I don’t like hospitals. Or doctors.”

“I will go with you.”

“Yeah but… but I like really don’t like hospitals.”

“It will be ok. With me the whole time, ok? No choice. I will hold your hand for stitches.”

She grabbed his arm with her other hand, easily since they were close together because he was holding her cut hand. He expected her to admit she was afraid again or say how much his caretaking meant to her; it was obvious in the anime look to her eyes. 

Instead she said, “You aren’t wearing a shirt and I don’t have pants.” 

That was true. She’d been building in her underwear and a tank top and he’d been sleeping in sweatpants. He hadn’t even noticed, so distracted by the blood.

“Ah.”

It took a few minutes to get their clothes on. She was definitely bleeding through the bandage, and slow moving, and had a tremble that he wasn’t sure if it was from pain (she said it didn’t hurt that much but then also said maybe it was getting better, so he didn’t believe her) or hospital fear (she just kept saying she didn’t want to go) or because it was three o’clock in the morning. 

“I’m sorry about this,” she said as crossed the parking garage to his car. “Maybe I can drive myself.”

He just shook his head and joked, “Maxi warned me about you.”

“Oh there was way more blood when I woke him up. It was both my hands. That’s why I really don’t think I need to go to the hospital–”

“Go.”

Sasha sighed and slumped in. Jungkook yawned and rubbed his eyes and slid into the driver’s seat.

Yeah, he was definitely going to text Maxi when they got there so he could tease Sasha, hopefully for longer than she’d teased him about the mouse and subsequently denied booty request.

***

Jungkook shook Sasha’s shoulder to wake her up. She’d taken a long time to fall asleep, partially because he kept shaking the bed with poorly suppressed laughter as he scrolled on his phone instead of going to sleep. But she’d drifted off, sinking into a hopefully-dreamless slumber until:

“Sasha. Sasha, wake up. Quick! Look!” His voice sounded urgent

She popped her head up, looking at him through the tangly nest of her hair, instantly alert for whatever emergency led him to rouse her from hard-won slumber. It could be anything: a Grammy nomination, an emergency with his parents, their relationship had leaked, one of her friends was calling her because of an emergency. She was too sleep-addled to tell whether the urgency in his voice was good or bad.

“Ah, good, look.” He turned his too-bright phone right to her face and showed her a video of a child in a blue shirt screaming. She squinted as a woman’s voice laughed and assured the child it was just a frog on his arm. Suddenly the frog jumped onto the boy’s face, splatted across his upper lip, nose, maybe a leg even in his mouth. The boy’s scream turned into a shriek and the video cut off.

Jungkook’s snicker turned into full laughter. His shoulders rocked, his teeth sparkled in the glow of the phone, his eyes were crinkled shut.

“Please tell me this isn’t why you woke me up.”

He kept laughing and patted her head, “Ok grumpy Sasha… it’s funny but ok…”

“Sleep with one eye open tonight, Koosha.”