#i dunno this .5 stuff is confusing

[infinite-ticking-clock37]

Ik it's only been an hour since I posted chapter 8 of Glitch in the Update but here's chapter 8.5 (big motivation boost hehe)

It's a .5 chapter cause it's shorter and I simply wanted it separate from chapter 8 (on the link it says chapter 9 cause I can't but in a .5 sadly to the chapter number)

Enjoy =]

[qsmprambling]

I am only keeping up with TR via updates so my view on the issue is very narrow, but while I understand the appeal of nerfing things or making things even for everyone, I feel like it automatically lessens the value of the thing and the only people who suffer are the people who put the time and effort into it in the first place.

Just with QSMP alone you could see it - remember how items like the grappling squak were really valuable, how it took weeks to gather the materials and what an incredible gift it was to recieve or prize to earn? And then they put them in Lucky Ducks along with lots of other rare items and materials, making the hours and weeks that it took to get things like that feel like a waste in hindsight? Remember all the create nerfing any time Aypierre or Tubbo or anyone else figured out a cool way to use it? (Though admittedly some of that was justified cause it was broken 😅) Remember the server reset that was supposed to even everything and bring back the people who didn't play a lot and, guess what? Those people still didn't play a lot and all it meant was everyone else had to reaccumilate the stuff they worked on, and the wealthiest people were once again the wealthiest because even on reset they were the ones willing to put in the time and effort to be wealthy?

I don't know, I understand the desire to make it more fun for everyone and keep things even, but it tends to feel unfair 😵

[cottonlemonade]

First Date

word count: 1251 || avg. reading time: 5 mins.

pairing: University AU!Tsukishima x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

request: i have been giggling and squealing for the past 20 minutes over how cute and genius the request form is 😭 LIKE ITS SO SMART AND ADORABLE I HAD TO SAY SOMETHING ABOUT IT. so anyways me and Tsukishima are getting 15 and 25 for breakfast, and then we'll go home to study! || fluffy, members of the same club, first date with crush Tsukki

Tsukishima never subscribed to the tradition of New Year's resolutions. In his mind, why bother setting unrealistic goals for oneself only to be disappointed? Whenever his friends and family asked, never learning their lesson, he would adjust his glasses and say, “Nothing.”, then silently add get saltier 2025. When he entered the gym for the first time after the winter break, however, he had to rethink. You were standing on a little stepladder, struggling to detach the last bit of Christmas decoration you had insisted on hanging on the walls before everyone went home for the holidays. Your chubby tummy looked even softer now bumping out your seasonal sweater.

“You know, if you can’t take them down by yourself, maybe you shouldn’t have put them up in the first place.”, he grumbled.

“Oh, hey, and a happy new year to you, Tsukki!”, you said brightly, turning to him and waving.

His heart did a little jump at the gesture.

Unfortunately, he had fallen for you pretty early on in your career as club manager when you bonded over your mutual hatred of overzealous people and loud obnoxious music played in department stores, and artificial watermelon flavor. He had since imagined you two walking across campus hand in hand, sharing more things to despise together. But in order to do that, he had to ask you out first. A hurdle he decided to take this year.

In his first draft of a date idea, he wanted to invite you out to dinner, but that was strongly vetoed by his wallet. Thus, a simple coffee would have to do for now. He shifted slightly, tapping the tip of his shoe on the floor to find an angle with which to direct the conversation where he needed it. Lucky for him, you did it yourself, although not in a way he hoped.

“Mikoshiba asked me out over Christmas, by the way.”

Tsukishima grimaced. He hated both the thought and the easy-going redhead, who all too much reminded him of the former Nekoma captain.

“Ah.”, he said, looking at a despicably jolly Santa bauble in the box sat on the top of the stepladder. An internal battle between wanting to ask for details and immediately smack-talking the other guy rose in his chest. Again, you made it easy for him.

“I didn’t go, though.”

“Hm. How come?”

You finally got the end of the garland off the wall, with no help from the tall boy, who could have grabbed it without effort.

He was met with a shrug.

“Not really my type. And he asked me out for coffee, which, I dunno, just feels pretty uninspired for a first date. I get that it’s a classic, but I wouldn’t mind some creativity.”, you hopped back onto the floor, “Plus, cafés around here are super overpriced.”

“Right.”

After trying your best to stuff the long prickly decoration into the box, you went to put it all away and, looking over your shoulder, you saw that he hadn’t moved from his spot next to the ladder where you left him.

You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but something about him was off today. More so than usual. Box in your arms, you came to a halt in front of a closed door. You turned on your heel, tilting your head in question.

“Could you open the door to the supply closet, please?”, you asked sweetly, since there was no indication he would be coming to your aid. He seemed deep in thought.

“Hm? Oh, yeah. Sure.”

It only took him three steps with those long legs to reach you. Before he pushed down the door handle, however, he said, “There is a limited New Year’s hot bun out at the convenience store.”

You blinked in confusion.

“Okay?”

“It’s one with sweet potato noodles and stuff. You like those.”

“I… I do. Thanks, I’ll check it out.”

The door remained closed, his hand still on the handle.

“There is a two-for-one sale.”, he went on after a pause.

You frowned, so completely lost as to the point of this conversation because it was obviously not informing you of a banging sale. “... Nice.”

He suppressed an impatient click of his tongue. This was going horribly, how dense could someone be?

“We can go together.”, he said.

“Alright…?”

“Like… today. I’m going there now anyway. I wouldn’t mind if you came along.”

“Uhm. Okay, yeah, I can do that.”

“Okay.”

“So are you gonna open this door any time soon or…”

“Right.”

Tsukki didn’t speak much with you as you headed to the convenience store. He pointed out a dog in a sweater for no reason at all and then went silent again. You still couldn’t figure out why he wanted you to come with him. Usually, he avoided any unnecessary social situation and in your opinion, this was as unnecessary as it got. You were roughly 94 percent sure he could handle getting the buns by himself.

“We should just eat here while we’re at it.”, he said as the glass doors slid open.

Maybe he had trouble with his roommate again and wanted to prolong going home, you speculated. In that case, you were pretty touched that he preferred your company over having none at all.

Food was gathered and warmed up and you took the two free seats at the small wooden table by the onigiri shelf. Watching you struggle to open a can of soda for a few seconds he took it from you with a surprisingly gentle, “Here. Let me.” then set it back down in front of you.

“Thanks.”

You ate in silence. Some current chart songs were coming from the overhead radio and you lightly bobbed your head along as you bit happily into the delicious hot bun. Tsukki placed a fried dumpling he had picked out as well on the plastic lid of your open container. “Try these. They’re good.”

“Famks.”, you mumbled through stuffed cheeks of sweet potato noodles and stuff, then eyed him suspiciously as you swallowed.

Either he was trying to discreetly poison you or, “Tsukki… is … is this a date?”

“What? No.”, he said quickly and lowered his head when the store clerk looked over.

“Oh okay. Just making sure.” You went back to the food, spearing the dumpling with your chopsticks but keeping an eye on him.

“If it were, it would be definitely more creative than a café though, right?”

You paused midair to your bite.

“So this is a date.”

“Yes. - No. I dunno. Don’t make it weird, okay?”

You slowly spun the dumpling around, studying Tsukki’s pink ear tips.

Never in a million years would you have guessed that this guy, who never had a nice word for anyone and less enthusiasm than a snail on a Sunday afternoon, could ever ask you out.

You considered him for a moment. He was pretty cute the way he avoided your gaze now. It was worth a try.

“Do you… like jazz?”

Tsukki squinted at you in disbelief.

“What’s wrong with you?”, he furrowed his brow but was unable to hide a relieved chuckle in there.

“Well, it was getting awkward so when in doubt, Bee Movie to the rescue.”, you laughed in your defense.

He finally cracked a proper smile and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Agh, okay, the next date is going to be better, I swear.”

You both nodded and grinned quietly at your dumplings, then continued to eat.

a/n: 🥺🥺🥺 dear anon, thank you so so much for that sweet message and I apologize about the delay! I hope you enjoyed this story nonetheless 🌟

Also borrowing Mikoshiba for this aka the only straight character from Free!

[whore-era]

1-800-GIRLS

☁︎ modern!ellie x sex-hotline-operator!reader, very small mention of dealer!ellie ☁︎ summary: where ellie dials the wrong number and meets you instead. ☁︎ warnings: contains smut! 18+ only. top/dom!ellie, bottom/sub!reader, mentions spitplay/breathplay/overstimulation, mentions sexual interactions with men, dirty talking, guided masturbation (r!recieving), use of fem nicknames (babygirl, sweet girl, pretty girl, pup, puppy) let me know if i missed anything else pls. ☁︎ a/n: i feel like this kinda sucked bc towards the end i kinda rushed it, but i couldn't shake this idea n knew i had to write it. hope u like it bbs<3 also thank u to my bestie @elskittie for helping me figure some things out w this fic ☁︎ word count: 4,463 ☁︎ 1-800-GIRLS part 2

phone call style story — reader is in italics, ellie is in bold.

monday, 12:45am → incoming call from 307-222-4578 (jackson, WY)

thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's sugar speaking. how can i help you, hot stuff?

uhh.. i just wanted to order a pepperoni pizza..

oh yeah? you want something hot and ready? i have something hot and ready for you.

ummm..

you hear some shuffling in the background, "jess! i think you gave me the wrong number!" the person comes back on the line again.

this isn't papa tony's cheesy pizza place?

....do you want me to roleplay as papa tony's cheesy pizza place?

woah woah woah! roleplay?? who the fuck am i on the phone with?

this is sugar from 1-800-GIRLS.....a sex hotline...for you know? phone sex.

PHONE SEX?? you hear the girl's voice yell in the background, "jesse! you ass! you gave me the number to a phone sex hotline!"

"does she sound hot?"

"well yeah, but—"

hey, you do know it's $1 a minute right? you've been on the line for almost 5 minutes, babe.

HUHH?? hell no..ok thanks sugar bear, or whatever. bye!

the line clicks off, and you shrug. sitting back in your bed to continue watching your favorite netflix show. you feel your work phone vibrate again, the name flashing 'bobby', a regular who frequents the hotline.

sighing and picking up your phone and holding it to your ear, you take a bite from your sandwich as you answer your 15th call this evening, "thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's sugar speaking. how can i help you, big boy?"

tuesday, 2:12am → incoming call from 307-222-4578 (jackson, WY)

thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's sugar speaking. how can i help you tonight, cutie?

hey....sugar.. i just- er- wanted to apologize for yesterday. my buddy got your number confused with a pizza place we really wanted to try. didn't mean to sound rude last night.

it's no issue, babe. don't sweat about it.

.......

.......

soooo.... is that the only reason why you called?

ellie didn't want to admit that she was attracted to 'sugar's' voice and that she'd been thinking about it all day during class. but also, ellie was high as a fucking kite, which gave her the courage to even dial the number again anyways.

i— uh— well— how does this whole thing work?

what thing? the hotline?

yeah..

well, you call me, we have phone sex or talk or whatever, and then you hang up. again, it's a dollar a minute.

okay, okay, i get it. so we can just talk? about anything?

yeah, if you want to.

sick.

ellie takes another drag from her joint, before speaking again.

so, do you like doing this? being an operator or whatever?

you let out a laugh, which ellie caught.

specify what you mean by 'like'?

i mean— this is your job. do you enjoy doing it?

ehh...i guess.

c'mon. you can be honest with me.

well, being a sex hotline operator has it's downsides. obviously helping old men jack off gets a little weird sometimes — they have some unusual fetishes.

oh yeah? what's been the weirdest one so far?

uhhh..i have this one regular who has me pretend i'm a ghost. apparently, having sex with ghosts is a real turn on for him.

what the fuck. seriously?

mhm, it's true.

shit, dude....i don't think i could ever do what you do. i dunno how you can do it.

well when you have college tuition and rent to worry about, the downsides don't seem all that bad.

holy shit, you're in college? how old are you anyways?

19.

that's crazy. we're around the same age. i figured you were a bit older.

how 'bout you? how old are you?

21.

not bad not bad. you're way different from the clients i usually get.

yeah? how?

considering my usual clients are 40 to 60 year old men who are married with kids and have secret fetishes, i'd say you're out of my ballpark.

ellie laughs.

how do you know i'm not secretly an old, 57 year old man who's married to my wife janet with three kids? and i have a balloon fetish?

you let out a giggle, adjusting your sleep shorts as you lay back down on your bed, completely invested in your conversation with this girl.

well, how can i appease your balloon fantasies?

i'm just fuckin' with ya. definitely not a man and i have the more normal kinks and fetishes.

is that so? what are the 'normal' kinks and fetishes?

uhhhh....well i'm into bondage, i love tying girls up..i dunno, just seeing them open and vulnerable does something to me. i'm into breathplay, spitplay, overstimulation, and i'm definitely a dominant so—

all you could do was gape as the girl went on her tangent, listing off every kink she could think of. you gulped, suddenly getting a bit nervous from this topic of conversation. you were experienced in the field of phone sex, but actual sex was a totally different world you had no practice in.

so, how 'bout you sugar?

...uhhh....i'm a virgin actually.

the other girl went silent on the other side of the line.

what? but you work as a sex hotline operator.

oh yeah- but— hold on, i'm getting another call. i'll speak to you some other time.

you hung up and threw your work phone across your bed, laying your head down on your pillows. talking to men was so much easier for you, so why do you get all caught up when you talk to a girl?

it was nearly 3:30am, so you decided to turn in and call it a night, mentally preparing yourself for a busy day tomorrow.

wednesday, 11:45am

sitting next to professor adams, patiently waiting for the students to turn in their quizzes, you try to focus on the text of your 'philosophy 101' book.

you were grateful that professor adams gave you the opportunity to be his teacher's assistant for a little bit of extra cash, and you weren't complaining either. the tasks he gave you were easy for a mere $16 an hour. still, it wasn't enough to support all of your bills, so you couldn't drop the hotline gig.

"and time! everyone hand your quizzes in to my TA, regardless if you finished or not," professor announced. all the students shuffled towards the front, handing you their quizzes as you neatly put them in a small pile.

"ah shit— let me put the date on that," a girl, with a very familiar voice spoke. looking up, you're greeted with the most attractive girl you've seen in your life. she had brunette hair and green eyes, with a small scar on her right brow. was this..? no, it couldn't be. that would be insane.

handing you the paper, her hand brushes against yours. you look down at her quiz, seeing in messy, scribbled black ink the name ellie williams.

slinging her backpack on one arm, she heads out the door, "jesse! wait up for me!"

leaving you in a daze, you were completely speechless by the idea that one of your new, favorite clients from your nighttime job is actually a student at your university.

saturday, 1:45am → 1:14:34 ongoing call with 401-890-6798 (cranston, RI)

thanks, sugar. will be calling you again at the same time next week.

no problem, sir. goodnight. dream of me.

sure will, babygirl.

the line clicks as the older man hangs up, and you shudder a bit, feeling uncomfortable after having to roleplay as a ghost, again.

sighing heavily, you place your work phone on your desk and pick up your real phone, opening instagram and scrolling on your feed as you mindlessly snack on some gummy bears.

you double tap to like some of your friends pictures, wishing you were out at a party, drinking some lukewarm beer and dancing with your girls to the latest tiktok hits.

but instead you were cooped up in your apartment, dirty talking old men through their fantasies and bearing witness to their guttural groans and masturbation. it was a shame that friday and saturday nights were your busiest evenings.

taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you ponder for a moment, your finger hovering over the instagram search bar.

fuck it, you thought, typing 'ellie williams' and hitting search.

the username @_elliewilliams pops up, and bingo. it was the same girl from professor adams class.

luckily her profile was public, so you take your time carefully combing through her instagram account, mindful not to accidentally like her posts or anything.

ellie's feed consisted of smoking weed, eating out, and hanging with her friends, jesse and dina. there were only two selfies she had posted — one of her and an older gentleman and one mirror picture of her in a grey hoodie and a light brown canvas jacket that made her look so good.

the ringing from your work phone caught you off guard, causing you to jump in your chair and exit out of the instagram app. you take a look at the number, and speak of the devil, it was ellie herself. she was the only jackson number that ever contacted you.

saturday, 2:10am → incoming call from 307-222-4578 (jackson, WY)

thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, sugar speaking. what can i do for you, handsome?

hey, sugar. just wanted to apologize for how our last conversation went. i probably pushed a boundary or something— i'm not sure if you're supposed to talk about personal things with customers— so, i'm sorry.

you let out a soft laugh.

why is it when you call me, you're always apologizing?

'cause i'm a fuck up, that's why.

nooo, that's not true. besides, don't worry about it. your question just caught me off guard, you know? never had clients ask things about me before i guess.

ahh, gotcha. so...were you busy before i called?

you shake your head, even though she was on the phone and couldn't see you.

uh, not really. my line doesn't usually get busy until...12 midnight ish.. it slows down by like 2 am though. how about you? what are you up to this friday night?

i just got back home from a party. business was slow and it was getting boring, so i dipped.

business? what business?

ah— well—

ellie silently cursed to herself, not wanting to scare you away with her current occupation.

if i tell you what i do, promise you won't get freaked out or anything?

you're talking to a phone sex hotline operator. don't worry.

you can hear her laugh from the other end.

well, fuck it, cat's out of the bag. i deal weed on campus and shit.

ahhh. i like that. is that how you can afford the minutes you spend calling me?

yup. i can stay on the phone for hours if we wanted.

maybe you'll be my only customer.

i wouldn't complain.

speaking of customers, do you want me to save your number under a specific name or nickname or anything? since i'm assuming you're gonna be a regular?

trying to confirm if it was indeed ellie you were speaking with, you sat on the edge of your chair, anxiety building in your belly.

what nicknames do your clients usually pick?

uhhh. master, sir, king, mister, alpha— umm and daddy.

something stirred inside ellie hearing that last nickname roll off your tongue.

you could just put me down as ellie.

got it.

what do i call you? do i just keep calling you sugar?

well, you're a customer. you can call me anything you like, but, for formalities and privacy, i can only tell you my hotline nickname — sugar.

okay, okay, that makes sense. you're not really allowed to have any personal or close relationships with clients, huh?

no, not really. mostly for safety purposes.

ellie was a little disappointed to know that she wouldn't be able to get to know the girl she was talking to beyond calling on the phone. she already felt herself getting attached. your voice was alluring and enticing, and she couldn't help but want to hear it more, and possibly put a name and face to who it belonged to.

but, i could bend the rules a little if i really wanted to.

yeah? let's see about that.

saturday, 4:45 am → 2:43:03 ongoing call with ellie (jackson, WY)

oh my god! did you and your ex get caught??

you were enamored with ellie. the way she could keep a conversation going and the stories she told — you didn't wanna hang up.

no, no, no, luckily we hid behind a dumpsters before the cops could catch us. it's hilarious thinking about it now, but we were dumbass 18-year-olds back then.

you both were in fits of laughter, your belly aching and tears watering in the corners of your eye.

as you calmed down, you couldn't stop your mouth from asking a question that's been racking on your mind.

so, how long were you and your ex together?

uhhhh, about 2 years.

ohhh okay........are you seeing anyone right now?

ellie lets out a laugh, and you can hear her smile, even through the phone.

why? who's asking?

well, i was just— uhh—

i'm just fuckin' with you. nah, i'm not seein' anyone right now. single af.

okay, okay. good to know.

how 'bout you?

nope. i'm single too.

seriously?? how?

i dunno. just never found the right person i guess. also, working for this hotline has made me lose hope for relationships in general, some of these dudes call me and say all this stuff — while having a whole wife and family at home.

i think you're looking in the wrong place then. try talking to people at school or going out to parties—

can't. if i'm not doing homework or studying, i'm working and doing this. i gotta make a living somehow.

ellie couldn't help but feel bad, knowing if she could, she'd support you full time and take that weight off your shoulders.

hmm, maybe you'll meet someone who could support you and take care of your bills and stuff.

oh? where would i find that? sounds too good to be true.

maybe they're closer to you than you think.

your breath hitched in your throat, unsure of what to say next.

i— uh— i have to go. it's 5am.

oh— uh— yeah. of course. goodnight, sugar.

goodnight, ellie.

sunday, 11:37pm → incoming call from ellie (jackson, WY)

hey.

hey. where's your usual greeting?

you're not a usual customer, so i think we're past that now, ellie.

ellie's heart thumped in her chest hearing you say her name.

good. anyways, what are you up to tonight?

just studying for a quiz tomorrow morning. how about you?

smoking, just finished some homework.

what class was it for?

uhhh, just this calculus class.

you clamped your mouth shut, suppressing a gasp. it was for professor adams class.

....uhhh, i could never get calculus. it's so hard.

yeah? maybe one night i can tutor you.

i'd be a terrible student.

i think you'd be the perfect student. i can teach you, i got you.

you couldn't help but think there was another meaning behind her words, but you didn't want to jump to any conclusions. it would be embarrassing if you got her message all wrong.

what's your quiz on anyways?

energy transfer between cells, it's for biology.

i know a thing or two about that. here— why don't we do this, just explain to me what you know and we'll go from there.

okay, i can do that.

you and ellie spent the next two and a half hours talking about cell function and energy transfer and everything else in between, with her correcting you and adding in important things you missed.

alright, sugar, i think you're ready for this quiz tomorrow.

you think so?

i know so. you're such a smart girl.

there she goes again, praising you.

uh, th-thanks.

don't worry, okay? i know you'll do great.

a smile curls on your lips, flustered from all her support.

you should get some sleep, so you can be focused and ready for tomorrow.

m'kay. thank you, ellie, for all your help.

of course. always. goodnight, sugar.

goodnight, ellie.

monday, 5:32pm → 45:21 ongoing call with mister j (corpus christi, TX)

yeah, babe? you want me to fuck your tight ass?

mhm, yes mister.

c'mon. beg, sugar.

please. fuck my tight hole, mister j.

ah, hell.

you can hear his belt buckle clanging, and the soft buzz of a zipper.

what's wrong with 'ya tonight, sugar? you're bein' a real buzzkill, 'ya know that? fuckin' turnin' me off and makin' me soft.

i-i'm sorry, mister j. please, jus—

yea, yea, save it. we'll jus' try 'gain tomorrow.

the line clicks on the other end. tossing your work phone on your desk, you fall back on your bed and stuff your face in your pillow. weeping into the plush material, you let yourself fall apart and break down.

but your sobbing session is cut short as you can hear the familiar ring of your work phone.

wiping your tears, you walk over to your desk and answer.

monday, 5:45pm → 00:32 ongoing call with ellie (jackson, WY)

thanks for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's suga-

woah, woah, woah are you crying?

e-ellie?

yeah, baby, it's me. sounds like you're crying. what's going on? talk to me.

today was just a really, really bad day and then i opened my hotline a little early and one of my first clients just lashed out on me because i wasn't responding the way he wanted me to and—

you sniffle.

— and i'm just really stressed out by everything going on in my life right now.

i'm sorry. i wish there was something i could do— someway i could comfort you or take the weight off.

i-it's fine, ellie. talking to you is making it a little better.

ellie was silent for a moment, thinking carefully and planning her next moves accordingly.

do you trust me?

....y-yea, of c-course. why?

i'm gonna help you ease the tension. okay?

okay.

first of all, where are you?

i-in my room, sitting at my desk.

okay. go lay down on your bed.

with your phone pressed to your ear, you pick up your legs and stride over to your bed, laying down on the fluffy, material of your blanket.

okay, i'm on my bed.

good. what are you wearing?

foreseeing the direction this phone call was heading in, apprehension builds in your stomach.

ellie, you really don't have to-

hey, i want to help you. if that's okay with you. if not, we could talk about something instead.

biting your lip, you fold.

i-i'm okay with it, but i-i've never— played with myself with a customer before. i don't really do anything with myself even when i'm not working anyways.

that's okay. don't think of me as a customer, think of me as a...teacher. i got you, remember?

okay.

good girl. now, what are you wearing?

uh.. a tank top and shorts.

cute. take them off.

gulping, you follow her orders, shimmying out of your top and shorts.

done?

mhm.

good. so obedient.

i want you to rub your boobs for me. rub your nipples, pull on them, just feel the skin under your hand for me, baby.

rubbing the soft skin along your breast, and tugging on your hardened nipples, you bite your lip, savoring the way your body feels under your touch.

how does it feel?

feels good.

bet it does.

ellie couldn't stop her mind from imagining you, on your bed, perfectly naked. and how she'd give everything up, just to sneak a peek.

now, i want you to just rub your hands against the sensitive parts of your body. be slow and gentle, we're not rushing anything.

as your hands drift from your neck, down to the hills of your breasts, and to the edge of your panties, ellie speaks through the line again.

doesn't it feel nice, baby?

mhm.

wish i could be there, to watch you, touching your pussy.

you instinctively clamp your thighs, feeling heat rush to your core.

alright, take your panties off. slowly.

you slowly peel the piece of material off, looking at the small, wet spot that formulated on your underwear.

okay, they're off.

such a good girl, following my every command.

you gulp, her nickname for you sending shivers up your spine.

slowly feel the skin on your legs. stroke your inner thighs, tease yourself a little.

hanging off on her every word, you let out a shaky breath, the heat in your cunt growing only bigger and bigger.

god, i wish i can be there to see this right now. bet you look so good, thighs spread apart, pussy all wet— all because of me.

i- i'm aching. i need more, ellie.

i know, baby, i know. i wish i can help you more. if it were up to me, i'd have you bent over your desk, taking you from the back. fuck.

your mind drifts to that image, of her fucking you, taking you as hers. a stream of your slick begins to leak out from your pussy. god, you wanted her so bad.

slide a finger between your pussy, baby. let me hear how wet you are.

spreading your thighs apart, the tip of your fingers slips in between the folds of your pussy lips, the slick sound of your wetness echoing throughout the room. loud enough for ellie to hear.

fuuuuuck.

i-

you tried to speak, but it comes out sounding like a pathetic whimper. ellie's brain was going insane, she couldn't believe where she had you, writhing from her mere words.

go ahead, pretty girl. rub slow circles on your clit.

the pads of your pointer and middle finger gently rub steady, figure 8's against your hardened nub. closing your eyes, you imagined ellie, and how it was her hand instead of yours. the thought had you panting, faint breaths releasing from your parted lips.

your pussy sounds so wet, holy shit. you sound so fucking good for me. so fucking perfect.

as your fingers continue massaging on your sopping, wet clit, a pool of wetness gathers right below your ass.

how does it feel, baby?

f-feels amazing, ellie.

you let out a low whimper.

i wish you were here.

me too, pup. me too.

you can hear her heavy breaths from the other end of the phone.

i wish i could be there, kissing your neck. trailing my lips down to suck on your nipples. fuuck, wanna taste every inch of your skin. i wanna feel your pussy tighten around my fingers.

you let out another pitiful moan, only to hear ellie curse under her breath again.

rub your pussy faster for me, angel. imagine it's me, pumping my fingers in and out. would daddy's pretty girl like that?

you couldn't respond. all you could let out was these weak whines, yearning for ellie and her touch. you added a third finger, building onto the pressure and picking up the speed.

your moans sound so pretty. wonder how'd they sound when you're taking my strap. gonna have you cry out my name, yeah? isn't that right?

mhm, yes, daddy.

good. that's what daddy likes to hear, such a polite girl.

with your eyes rolling back, you could feel your orgasm building.

i-i'm gonna— ellie, i—

you gonna cum for me, puppy? huh? c'mon, rub faster, baby. i know you have a little bit more left in you.

your fingers speed up, the sound of your wetness gushing out reverberated in ellie's ear.

oh my god, daddy can i? please? can i—

arching your back, you knew you were close. the feeling was getting to be too much and you were about to fall over the edge.

look at my baby, so respectful and asking permission. come on, pretty puppy. cum for daddy. let daddy hear how good she made you feel.

that was it. letting out a penetrating moan, you rode your orgasm out and finished all over your fingers, making a mess. you were heaving, chest rapidly rising and falling.

god, i made a mess.

oh, yeah? do one more thing for me. suck your fingers clean. puppies clean up their messes.

monday, 8:57pm → 3:01:32 ongoing call with ellie (jackson, WY)

after your little self-care session with ellie, she took it upon herself to get your mind off of today's events, filling your conversation with stories and interesting topics.

oh, forgot to ask, what'd you end up getting on that biology quiz?

ughhh, i got a 65 out of 100. one of the reasons why i was so upset today.

seriously? how?

i don't know! i asked professor gonzalez and she told me that i was focusing on the wrong thi-

wait, did you just say professor gonzalez? holy shit, you're taking biology 201 with professor g? do you fucking go to school at university of wyoming? in jackson?

oh shit, you didn't mean for that to slip out.

i— uh— i have to go—

wait! sugar! please. hear me out.

you stay silent, waiting for what she had to say.

if we really do go to the same campus, please, let's meet up. i really want to see you.

.....why?

i just— i love talking to you. spending hours with you on the phone is what i look forward to when i get home. besides, i really want to take you out, on a date.

you bit your lip, unsure of what to say.

listen, if you want to see me too, meet me at the library in building B, by the comic book section. okay? tomorrow at 1pm.

....

i really hope you come.

the line clicks off, and you spend the rest of the night restless, tossing and turning, debating whether or not to see her tomorrow.

tuesday, 2:50pm

ellie eagerly checked her phone again, bouncing her knee in distress. her mind was running rampant — fuck, she's not gonna come. maybe jesse was right. maybe i was wasting my time.

looking up for the 80th time, she scans the comic book section, seeing no one else but some dude with his face buried in a wonder woman comic.

as ellie gets up from her chair, she turns her head, and she freezes.

there you were, looking like an angel who entered from the garden of eden. ellie's heart sped up, seeing her girl standing before her. you were everything she could've imagined and better.

walking slowly towards the brunette, you brush a piece of hair from your face, and smile meekly.

"hi ellie, it's me."

pls let me know how this fic was, i tried out a new writing style & read pt 2 here <3

[miniimight]

Gotta admit the way you write midoriya is just so... Literally can't find the words to describe it. I had this scenario I wished to request of you it's okay if you don't want to do it. Midoriya with an significant other that hears people taking about them, not deserving of him and how they are using him for his fame and all, then he teaches them a lesson?

DEFENDING YOU the gossip around the office gets on his nerves a lil bit

with izukuuuuu :heart: + gn!reader

notes absolutely in love with this request ! thanks for reading my stuffs <3

a while after you were revealed as his girlfriend, izuku was faced with many backhanded comments about his relationship. sure, they were few and far between, but when they did happen he felt his self-control diminishing way faster than usual. especially if that person had the balls to say it to his face.

to be completely honest, he thought that everyone else should mind their own fucking business. he doesn't kid around when it comes to the people he cares about. the fact that he wants and needs you is enough.

but, nonetheless. people will still run their mouths.

it was another casual day in the office. you had the day off work and he was stuck at the agency headquarters, flipping through paperwork.

you were excited to see him. izuku had been holed up in work for what seemed like forever, and you were so happy to get the chance to spend time with each other during the coming weekend.

as you walked through the halls, you noticed the eyes following you. they were hard to miss, but they were part of the routine at this point. you soon found yourself in the elevator, head ducked as you pulled out your phone.

izu: you coming up soon baby?

you: yeah, i'm like 5 mins away

you: okay im in the lobby, heading up rn

izu: yayyy can't wait to see you, love :3

you smiled softly to yourself. when you looked up, the elevator was packed; all you could see were the backs of the seven or so individuals in front of you, pushing you into the corner. your stomach felt a little uneasy, thinking about how you'd have to tell these people to move to let you through, but you remembered izuku was on the top floor. there was no way they were all heading there.

the hushed voices of a few employees made your heart pound.

"you're talking about deku's s/o?"

"yeah! aren't they... i dunno. a little out of his league?"

"i'm saying! like i'd get it if they were maybe a model or something. but they're literally just a civilian. how disappointing is that? like uravity is right there."

"i'm sure they're just using him for his fame. he's in the field so much with other badass heroes, they probably barely get to see him. if deku wasn't deku, they'd dip in a heartbeat."

they all laughed.

you wanted to stop listening. flood your mind with meaningless thoughts to distract you. but you couldn't resist tuning in, feeding your insecurities and doubt.

the ding of the elevator saved you. they filed out of the elevator, leaving you with the cheerful jingle of the lift.

you were quiet as you walked down the long halls of the top floor, their words echoing in your mind. you knew they weren't true—and god, would izuku reassure the fuck out of you—but negativity was negativity. and negativity had a way of finding cracks and slipping through.

the giant glass doors slid over the tiled floor soundlessly, yet izuku's head popped up from behind all the papers and files at your arrival.

a huge grin bloomed on his face as he sped over to you, paperwork forgotten. "hello, honey. did you get up here okay?"

"yeah," you smiled and held up a takeout bag. "i got some snacks for us."

izuku's calculating gaze bore into you as he gingerly accepted the bag. "you alright?"

"hmm?" you tilted your head in confusion. of course he noticed. "yeah, i'm good." the last thing you wanted to do was stress him out even more.

his brows furrowed. he stepped closer to you, his hands resting on your waist. "don't lie to me, sweetheart." his tone was scolding but his eyes were gentle. "what's bothering you?"

you pursed your lips, sighing. "just a couple people talking about us, 'n how i don't deserve you—"

you felt him stiffen, his expression going cold.

"how i'm using you for the fame, blah, blah, blah." you forced a smile, trying to play it off in an amusing light. "you know, the usual."

izuku was tightlipped, responding only with a "hmm."

he was staring at the wall behind you, eyes narrowed as if he'd seen a villain or something. you knew that expression well.

you cupped his face, guiding him to look at you. "hey. it's okay, izu, i'm used to it. don't mind them, alright?"

izuku's gaze softened and he leaned into one of your palms, the other lifted off his face by his own hand. he pressed a little kiss to your wrist, rubbing his hand up and down your arm soothingly as you both walked out his office.

he decided to drop it, and just love the shit out of you as an apology for experiencing such disrespect. even if he did everything in his power to make sure everyone knew he belonged to you just as much as you belonged to him, he still felt guilty when people attacked you.

he still had many questions: who were they, what floor did they get off, and how can i discipline them? he usually felt sympathy for when employees messed up, but suddenly... he wasn't against firing them all.

the ride down to the lobby was filled with many adoring employees who giggled at the sight of the pro-hero, a phenomenon you were also very familiar with.

soon, you were gliding through the lobby, so close to freedom when he picks up on the idle chatter he hates so much.

"i think that's them!"

"it is. woah, his s/o is way more dull when you see 'em next to each other."

izuku grit his teeth. his eyes glanced down to you, seeing the way you blinked and pursed your lips. he suddenly paused. you walked forward a couple steps before you were tugged back by his stationary hand.

you looked at him curiously. "izu..?" your eyes darted around, lingering on the three that said those things about you.

he smiled, bending over you as he kissed your lips gently, pecking your forehead as well. "why don't you go to the car, love? i'll catch up in a second."

you gave him a warning look, noticing how he was drifting to where the three sat. "izu... really, let's just go."

he kissed you again and your head was swimming. "i'll only be a minute, angel. go on." he pat your back and watched as you left the lobby. when he turned around his expression was completely different.

he walked over to the three people, who instantly straightened at his approach. they shared glances with each other, both a little scared and confused.

"hello." izuku smiled, but there was no indication that he was happy. "i'm deku, and you all are..?"

they meekly listed their names, to which izuku took mental notes and nodded.

"great. uhm, i overheard you talking about my s/o?" he cocked his head to the side. "please, i'd love to hear your thoughts." he chuckles. "i'm kinda obsessed with them, or whatever."

"o-oh..." they stutter and avoid his gaze, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "no, it was nothing, really."

"hmm? nothing?" izuku and his months of public appearance training only made him more intimidating when angry; the joyless smile he wore as annoyance bubbled through him was ten times worse then any outright show of anger. "are you sure?"

"yes! promise." one nods eagerly.

he laughs mirthlessly and the three weakly chuckled along, thinking they were out of trouble. leaning close to them, his voice dropped into a low hum. "i'd like to keep it that way, yeah? let's not make them sad just so you could feel like you have an opinion about something that does not concern you whatsoever."

the three held onto each other, eyes rounded with shock as they listened to the pro-hero before them.

izuku's head tilted ever-so-slightly. "well?"

they began to trip over each other with their agreement, yes, of course! we wouldn't dream of it. consider it done! whatever you say!

izuku flashed his famous smile. "glad we got that sorted out. and just so that we're crystal clear, if i—or anyone for that matter—catch you talking down on my s/o again..." he pursed his lips, his eyes narrowing in thought. "i'd hate to have to terminate your contracts... it's a lot of paperwork, you know?"

they shook their heads, bowing deeply to the pro-hero. "never again, sir!"

"great!" izuku chirped. "bye!"

[]

your leg bobbed nervously in the car, wondering what izuku was doing and if you should go in there and see for yourself. just as you were about to act, you saw his green hair bob over the cars beside you, eventually coming into view.

you exhaled in relief as he slipped into the driver's seat, sighing happily. he turned to stare at you, leaning dreamily over the steering wheel. you smiled, though your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"you're so pretty." he sighed.

"i—" you blinked, laughing. "thank you, baby."

"i'm so lucky to have you..." he continued, leaning over the compartment separating your seats.

you giggled, matching his energy. "mhmm."

he gave you a lopsided smile. "you deserve everything i have and more."

your face felt warm as you shy away from him, knowing why he was spouting all these affirmations. his fingers hooked under your chin, tilting your face. his hair brushed against your forehead as he captured your lips. he grinned at you when he pulled away, staring at you with such adoration.

"so..." you ignore your racing heart and try to regulate your breathing. "are you gonna tell me what happened?"

he squished your cheeks before turning back in his seat, starting the car. "nope!"

you smiled and rolled your eyes, uncertainties gone and doubt erased. in the end, you weren't ever bothered. and strangely, you never saw those three faces again.

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

[mysticficti0n]

hiyaaa I love the Colby fic and I was wondering if you could do a short one of like y/n gong through a break up but she doesn't tell him or sam (and could Kat be in it- they're all roomates sorta thing) and she doesn't rlly come out her room and they get worried until Colby goes up and she breaks and he comforts her- like fluffy stuff plz

omg yes this sounds so cutie so ofcc!!! I don't know if its great as I'm very tired but I hope you guys enjoy, It feels good to be writing for someone new but I do still love Tokio Hotel !! I did a very quick proof read but if I missed anything sorry !!

Broken Heart

･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

warnings- ColbyBrockxFem/Reader, swearing, fluff, comfort, best friends, care, reader is cheated on

words- 1.7k

Y/n's POV

"I don't understand why you're so angry Y/n?" Justin looked to me, my eyes narrowed "she was just a fri-"

"Shut the fuck up! you keep saying she was a friend but friends don't fuck each other" I screamed- it was killing me, my boyfriend of 6 years cheating on me with his 'friend', his friend who is his phone had hearts next to her name, every message had a 'xxx' at the end, winky faces and peaches shared until one day...today, I go to his apartment 5 minuets from mine to see him in bed, his hands laying on the red-heads hips

"I-it's just a miss understanding Y/n please!" he begged but I couldn't forgive him- not for this "look let me apologise and we can re-start"

"yeah after 6 whole years? good idea Justin let me just forget everything huh?" I yelled, his eyes dropped he knew I wasn't going to take it "just leave"

"no- Y/n I can make it up to you" he pleaded again and again, hands reaching for mine but I pulled away, backing from him

"get the fuck out of my house Justin" my voice was low "go through the fucking door and don't come back- get out" I watched him give me one more look and he left, leaving me with the haunting memories of him with someone else, those 6 years down the drain. The pain settled in quicker then expected, my chest heaved up and down as I sobbed into my pillow as I stared into the images of me and him dotted around my room, the light from the day slowly faded leaving me in darkness, only figures in my room kept me company, my face ached, my whole body did, especially my head so I decided to sleep, sleep would keep me safe, sleep was quiet, sleep was calm.

Kat's POV

Me, Sam and Colby walked into the house, it was silent, no music or tv playing which was unusual if Y/n and Justin were in "think they went out or something I mean its 9- might be like their date night?" Sam spoke putting his keys onto the kitchen island

"Maybe... I'll check up stairs" I smiled quickly leaving the two to find Y/n, I got to her door and pushed it open to see her room pitch black, not any of her candles lit, or lamp on "Y/n?" I whispered and a body shifted under the covers "Y/n, you okay?" I spoke coming in a little more to her room

"fine, just tired" she hummed turning over facing away from me in the doorway

"oh okay- where's Justin?" I asked, most days he's in the house, I mean he was meant to move in with us in a few weeks

"I dunno" she answered in a yawn, I oh'ed, the mood didn't feel right but I decided to leave her in peace, I closed the door and made my way into mine and Sam's room, he was sat on the bed flicking through his phone until he saw me walk in

"she okay?" he asked

"think so- said she is and she's tired" he nodded looking back to his phone "Justin isn't here though" his gaze flicked back up to which I just nodded

"he basically lives here, why wouldn't he be here? and its a Saturday night and ever since they got together he was here every weekend" I shrugged climbing in bed next to the blonde, resting my head on him

"who knows"

The night went by, and the three of us were up in the kitchen, the clock read '12:48pm' and Y/n was still In her room, still in silence, I told Colby what I had told Sam and he seemed just as confused, we decided to order some dinner, just something small and ordered Y/n some too, I was sure something had happened but... maybe I was thinking to much into it

"foods here" Sam spoke bring it in, Colby was half way up the stairs as he said he was going to go get his hoodie from his room "Colby grab Y/n" the other called getting a thumbs up by him

Colby's POV

I jumped up the rest of the stairs going to Y/n's room first, it was weird for her not to be up, she's always awake before me at least but the house was just missing her, I knocked twice before hearing a voice murmur a small 'come in' I pushed it open and saw her body curled in her coves, curtains pulled shut, and tissues thrown onto the floor "hey- you okay?" I asked coming over to the side of the bed where it was empty. Her eyes flickered open and looked up to me

"yeah- think I'm getting Ill" she hummed, sitting herself up, I looked to her face and saw her nose was red and eyes glossy "just a cold"

"hm yeah- we've got dinner down stairs, got you a burger and fries" I spoke as I watched her, she nodded pulling her sheets away and crawling out the side she walked past me and straight to the stairs, I followed forgetting my hoodie and just went to her side, I could see her clearly now, mascara around her eyes along with dark circles, her hair wet on one side, the usual dark lipstick she wore, smudged against her cheek

"hey Y/n" Kat smiled passing her a bag of food "feeling better?"

"no don't feel it- thanks for the food but I think I'll eat up stairs- don't wanna make you guys sick" she spoke, her voice sounding gravelly and tired

"Y/n we don't care, come sit on the couch with us- we can watch a film or something- we have yours and Justins favourite, Tita-" Sam went to continue until the girl beside me face dropped

"I don't wanna sit down here" was the last thing she snapped before hurrying away and her door slammed, I looked to the others who just stood stunned...

the week carried on, time passing by as it does and still no sight of Y/n, I was getting worried she's never like this, I sat alone down stairs as Kat and Sam had gone out somewhere and the only thing that went through my mind was her, I couldn't help the fact I was thinking of her, Y/n's never in her room if someones in the house or if she is in her room- someones with her

but why is she acting off- everything was so different, I couldn't help but be nosey, it was all in good intention of course, thats what I kept telling myself as I stood ear to the door of her room just listening; her voice mumbled incoherent words, small little cries leaving her every so often, my body relaxed a little to much and I ended up falling against the door "Colby?" her voice called 'fuck' I cursed to myself before pushing her door open again "were you fucking listening through my door?" her tone was angry, a cry halting in her throat

"Look I'm sorry but I'm worried about you" I said, I didn't want to keep it from her, I was worried, scared even "you didn't even eat your food" I spoke looking to the bag still sat scrunched on her desk "what happened?"

"I'm fine Colby okay? For days people keep fucking asking me if I'm okay and I fucking am" she ragged the sheet over her "just get the fuck out"

"Y/n you're not fucking fine- I've known you long enough to know this isn't how you act all the time" I didn't mean for my voice to raise at her but I was annoyed but not with her, she was going through something and didn't want to admit it "what happened" I said, my voice stern. The covers flipped from her body, her eyes welled with tears, face wet

"He fucking cheated on me- There better? you know now, my boyfriend of 6 years cheated on me because I'm not good enough for him and I can't think straight, I feel sick all the goddamn time and all I have every hour is 'you okay Y/n?' No I'm fucking not" her voice broke, the sobs that once heaved in her chest being released

"I'm sorry" I spoke, coming next to her bed, she looked up to me and her face snapped, pearls of tears slipping down her cheeks

"Why wasn't I good enough, Colbs?" she whispered, her voice choked with sorrow, her head buried in her hands. I couldn't bear to see her in such pain. Without thinking, my arms enveloped her fragile frame, pulling her close to my chest as I settled on the edge of her mattress.

"You're more than good enough, Y/n – I promise you that," I reassured her, my voice a soothing balm against the storm of emotions raging within her. Y/n's face found refuge in the curve of my neck, and I could feel the warmth of her tears seeping into my skin. It broke my heart to witness her suffering. "Did he do anything to hurt you?" I asked gently, my concern deepening as I held her tighter. She shook her head, her breath hitching between sobs.

"He... he just said she was a friend, but then I walked in on them having sex at his apartment," she confessed, the pain evident in every word. My fingers traced gentle patterns along her back, offering what little comfort I could. "I just don't understand why," she continued, her eyes red and swollen from the tears. I nodded, listening intently as she poured her heart out.

"He's just stupid, Y/n. You're nothing but perfect," I whispered, my hand tenderly cupping her jaw, guiding her to look into my eyes. "He's the one who's made the biggest mistake of his life by letting someone as amazing as you slip away."

She nodded, her tear-stained eyes reflecting a mix of vulnerability and gratitude. In that moment, as I held her close, I vowed to be her pillar of support – a reminder that despite the pain, she was deserving of love and happiness. Together, we would navigate through the shadows, and I would do everything in my power to mend the shattered pieces of her heart.

"thanks Colby" Y/n smiled, hugging herself back into my chest

[flightfoot]

You know, I started watching Miraculous about a year ago, binged the whole thing pretty quickly. Didn't bat an eyelash when watching Chameleon (it was actually an episode that made me like Adrien -more- lol, dunno if that's weird or rare?). Maybe because I had the advantage of seeing 5 seasons all at once, but Lila never bothered me much because she just... didn't come across like much of an actual threat? Anyways, the idea of being upset with Alya... never once crossed my mind. Adrien is my favorite, and I had already heard some of the saltier takes about him when first getting into the show. Since I was a new viewer, I wasn't sure how much of the salt to take seriously? And was feeling kinda frustrated about it. So honestly, my first reaction to hearing about Alya salt was almost...relief? Because I thought that if the fandom was mad at -her- of all people, I could ignore most, if not all, of the salt as just...bad faith interpretations, people getting angry to be angry. I mean this as a compliment to Alya's character, if that makes sense? She's like, one of the characters least deserving of salt IMO. Anyways sorry if this is confusing or pointless because it's just my (maybe in the minority?) opinion. And I don't mean to invalidate how frustrating all the excessive Alya salt is. But I guess I wanted to bring a little Alya positivity.

I can see what you mean about actually being kind of relieved about the Alya salt, because it's so clearly a bad faith take that most of the rest of the stuff in its vicinity loses validity as well. So you don't feel guilty for not agreeing with the awful things people are saying about the characters you like, because their opinions are bogus.

And yeah, honestly, Chameleon is actually a really GOOD showing from Adrien, when looking at what he actually knows. Seriously, this sweet boy:

Offers to change seats with Marinette so he gets sent to the back of the class instead of her.

Tries to talk Lila into stopping lying by just kindly telling her that she doesn't need to lie to make people like her, but that continuing to lie will turn people against her, and requesting that she not lie to him again.

Adrien advising Marinette against trying to continue to expose Lila. His presumption that she was just a lonely girl lying for attention was wrong but honestly his advice was pretty sound, especially since Marinette's attempts to expose Lila were just backfiring. And his statement about how making a bad guy suffer has never turned them into a good guy had a fair point to it. I have a feeling that Adrien doesn't approve of prison systems, considering that line.

I love that Adrien did, in fact, go back to sit with Marinette during the next class period so she wouldn't feel so isolated. He can't make Lila into a better person, but he can make her effects on Marinette less bad.

Like. Based off of what he knew and believed at the time, he conducted himself amazingly well. It's not like he could have reasonably anticipated how batshit whatever's going on with Lila is.

[maeneiii]

Your new character got me thinking… How tall is Neimora supposed to be, canonically?

Based on the rare picture that has some degree of scale, I figure Neimora's, like, 4' 6" (~137 cm) or something? But considering how tall the possum lady is, Nei might be closer to 5' 3" (~160 cm)…?

I dunno. Artistic interpretation is confusing. Cheers.

I usually think of her somewhere around 5'7"-5'10"/170-180cm, tho she can really be any size. fun lil lore thing (even tho she's my sona, she also has some lore stuff for fun), she can shapeshift in a way. but her color scheme generally stays the same :3 I've noticed people generally assume that she's quite small. but generally I put her around my own height usually, but I guess cuz of how I draw my characters they tend to seem a lot smaller lol ^^

[vaspider]

Hey, so I'm not on Tumblr often but I need some advice from someone who isn't close to this drama and I dunno you seem like you've got your shit together regarding queer politics.

I'm in this community queer group and have been for about the last 3 years and there's a transfem member that I've been getting closer to during that time. She recently told me that she's thinking about leaving the group permanently because she feels like there's no place for her there anymore. I was confused because she's been in the group about 2 years longer than I have, but she told me some stuff now that has me concerned.

So she pointed our to me that over the last couple years she's been the only consistent transfem in the group (there have been others that have come and gone, but besides her none have stayed for more than about 2 months). She says that during that time the the group has grown, not hostile, but increasingly indifferent to the needs of transfems and that's the primary reason why none have stayed and why she's thinking of leaving herself.

I know that during the early days of my time with the group there were more transfem members but some drama seemed to happen and with the exception of my friend most of them left (not all at once but over the course of the year, we went from 5 consistent transfem members to about 2).

She says she feel increasingly isolated by the group and I don't know how to change that. I'm just hoping I can get some guidance on how to help her feel like its worth sticking around and that she has friends here.

I appreciate you reaching out to me and honestly, I let this sit for a long time, but... I would really be doing you a disservice if I gave you advice on interpersonal matters where I do not know any of the people involved.

The person you need to be asking what would help her to stick around? Is her.

(No further advice on this post, please. The asker needs to go and talk to their friend directly.)

[munsonsprincess11111]

New years shock...

Eddie munson x reader

Summary: all of your friends leave Hawkins to lice there dreams. However you and Eddie stay in Hawkins. 2 years later they all have a shock at the new years reunion party.

1987

Steve left with his new girlfriend first wanting to gwt away from Hawkins and start a new life together. Robin went touring Europe with Vickie and moved there shortly after. And now your hugging Nancy as her and Jonathan say goodbye.

You and Eddie stand side by side as Jonathan and Nancy pull away in the moving van. Going to live there life together in california. You look over at Eddie and he smiles at you. "Hug?" HE askews you putting his arms out.

You nod walking into his arms. His arms wrap around you tightly and your arms go around his back. "You've always got me. I know i ain't all pizazz but you've got me." Eddie says tryna cheer you up. You laughed and look up at him.

"I'm glad I've got you."

-2 weeks later-

Your laying on Eddie's bed passing a joint back and forth. "Your really pretty." Eddie says admiring you. You smile and blush slightly.

"Wanna... I dunno... go on a date... you can say no but I kinda liked you and I dunno why I'm doing this now maybe it's cause m a bit high n that's my confidence but if you want I can ask you again when I'm sober. I don't want you to thi-" he tries to save himself.

But you cut him off by sitting up and kissing him. Hands going to his hair. You kiss him passionately and he grabs your hips kissing back. The years of want all spilling out in one kiss.

"YES I'll go on a date with you." You say through the kiss. Him pulling you back in immediately.

1 week later you started dating.

-1989-

Everyone came back to Hawkins for a reunion on new years. Nancy was 5 months pregnant ans her and Jonathan were engaged. Steve and his girlfriend were better then ever. And Vickie and Robin where gonna explore the UK next. However no one knew you and Eddie were dating.

You arrived at Steve's parents house where the new years party was being held and everyone greeted you as you walked in. You hug Robin tight. Then Nancy being mindful of her bump. You hug vickie and you girls stand talking about everything and Nancy's pregnancy snd her weird cravings.

Then the door opens again. You turn to see who it is. You see Eddie walk through the door and Steve and Jonathan walk over to him greeting him. You can't help the smile that creeps onto your lips when he walks in. Steve, Jonathan, Eddie, Gareth and Dustin walk over to get a drink. Dustin staying alcohol free still being underage.

You all start to talk to Steve's girlfriend. Her telling you how awesome Steve is. You Robin and Nancy smirk n Nancy laughs.

With thr boys there all talking about boy stuff. Eddie Swigs his beer listening to Steve. "SO Ed you got a girlfriend yet?" Jonathan askes getting bored of hearing about Steve's sex life.

"Uhh yeah actually." HE says glancing at rhe boys then drinking his beer again. They all look at eachother and smirk. "Tell us about this mystery girl. Have we met her? Who is she? When did you get together? Who made the first move?" Steve leans on rhr counter firing questions.

Eddie quickly looks at you seeing laughing then back at the boys. "Yeah you've met her." HE says lip curling slightly. The boys frown. You wonder over to the boys deciding to mingle with them now. "HEY y/n you ever met Eddie's girlfriend n who is she?" Steve askes as you approach.

You look slightly shocked. You look at Eddie and he smiles at you. "Wanna meet my girlfriend?" Eddie askes grinning raising his eyebrows. The boys look at each other then nod. "OK." Eddie says. Eddie walks off out the door. Your confused by this. All you do is shrug at the boys. Seconds later Eddie walks back in with his jacket.

"Your dating your jacket?" Dustin askes confused. Eddie rolls his eyes and approaches Steve. "Smell this." He smirks shoving the jacket at Steve's nose.

Steve shoves Eddie away. "Ew Eddie that smells like y/n. Why did you-" Steve cuts himself of realising. You look at Eddie frowning. "YOUR DATING Y/N" Steve shouts loud enough for everyone to hear.

Eddie slaps his hand over Steve's mouth looking at him shocked and annoyed. You burry your face in your hands turning red immediately. Robin, vickie and jenny (Steve's gf) come over quickly. Nancy follows behind as quick as she could.

"What you guys arw dating?" Robin says looking at you both with wide eyes. Eddie closes his eyes and sighs. "YES ok yes. Jesus Steve did you have to scream it out. Right. Me and y/n are dating have been for... 2 years." HE says rhe last bit quieter putting his arms over his head expecting someone to slap him for not saying something sooner.

Everyone looks at eachother. You huff lifting your head up. "OK yes we're dating OK. You guys left we hung out everyday and you girls knew I liked Eddie. Turns out Eddie liked me to. We went on a few dates. He asked me out and yeah. We didn't tell you guys cause the time never seemed right. We're sorry." You explain crossing your arms over your chest.

"Your sorry I'm not." Eddie says getting a slap from Jonathan this time. "Ow!" Eddie says looking at Jonathan confused.

"OH shut it munson. We're happy for you really. You don't need to explain stuff to us it's fine we know now. N that's what matter right guys." Jonathan smiles at you. Everyone nods and there many 'yeahs' are said. Eddie's stood rubbing the back of his head.

When he removes his hand Gareth vant help but slap when Jonathan had. He had to. "DUDE WHAT THE HELL." Eddie exclaims as Gareth bursts into a fit of laughter. Eddie takes your hand and walks into thr living room giving Gareth the middle finger. Gareth still laughing along with the others.

"Atleast we can kiss at midnight now?" You say. Eddie's expression immediately softens. "Was gonna anyway. Give em a shock. Bring in '90 with something to remember." Eddie says walking in to you stroking hair out your face cupping your jaw kissing you. You hold his other hand.

Eddie's hand travels down to your waist. You stop his hand. Your arms going around his neck. And both his arms around your waist. You rest your head in his chest and close your eyes. He sways with you slowly enjoying the moment. He lightly kisses your head.

Slowly you look up at him and he lightly and sweetly kisses you. "I love you." HE whispers against your lips.

"I love you too." You whisper back. Before he can kiss you ever so delicately again your interrupted by Robin. "Awh that was so cute." She says smiling you look around and see everyone crowded by the living room door.

She put your head back in Eddie's chest. "Weirdos" Eddie says looking at all your friends.

30 minutes later your all in the living room counting in the new year.

"5,4,3,2,1.... HAPPY NEW YEAR." Everyone shouts. Jonathan kisses nancy amiling running a hand over her pregnant stomach thrn kissing her engagement ring. Vickie kisses robin leaving her a blushing mess all the time later still. Steve kisses his girlfriend sweetly pulling away after a few seconds as they both smile at eachother. Gareth and dustin hug... clearly feeling left out.... along with will and Gareth...

Eddie kisses you passionately holding you close. He pulls away smiling. And you smile back at him. "Happy new years princess." Eddie says nose touching yours. "Happy new years babe." You say smiling kissing him again.

A coin must drop for Dustin at that very moment. "EW EDDIE AND Y/N HAVE ALSO HAD SEX!" HE shouts genuinely looking scared. "Dustin!" Jonathan shouts everyone else laughing. You Bury your face in Eddie's laughing chest.

"Fuck yeah we have." Eddie says laughing. You step back slapping him. Eddie continues laughing pulling you back in cuddling you. "Relax Nancy's pregnant. That means she let Jonathan raw-" Eddie gets cut off by Steve.

"OK GUYS THATS ENOUGH TALK ABOUT EVERYONES SEX LIVES." Steve shouts stopping thr topic before something bad happens.

"Wow Steve thought we was about to get into yours." Robin says arm around vickies shoulder who'd laughing as Robin looks at thr boy smugly.

"Can't believe the first conversation of the year was everyone's sex lives." You say looking around the room. Eddie starts cackling again having to sit down from laughing. Once he calms down he sees everyone looking at him. He looks at you smirking.

The alarm "Eddie's gonna do something" goes off in your head.

"Awh y/n I love you so much." HE says smiling at you. "I love you too." You say looking at him.

-

Everyone's saying there goodbyes and leaving. You offer to take Eddie home as he's drunk. You walk out with Eddie's arm over you shoulders. One of your around his side. You walk out waving back at Steve who's stood at the door. You gwt in your car starring it.

"That was fun." Eddie says sliding a hand on your thigh. You nod. "Sorry is that's not hoe you wanted everyone to find out were dating." HE says looking up at you.

"It was perfect. Just sums us up perfectly." You say looking Iver and smiling at him.

"I love you." HE says looking up and you lovingly.

"I love you too." You smile back at him as he laces his finger with yours bringing your hand up and kissing it.

[emo-trash101]

Guys I don't know if you can tell but slow burn is actually not my strong suit

Home is Where the Heart is

Pt 4

Daisuke x Male! Reader

Pronouns: second person, implied male

Word count: 1k+

TW: People going insane, Jimmy, murder/death, general mouthwashing stuff, internalized homophobia (this is just generally for the whole series)

Day 64

It took a whole day of coming up with a good excuse as to why your door was now broken, and sufficient begging to get Swansea to come fix it. The second part was probably because he knew he would have to bring Daisuke along with, and that Daisuke would likely spend the whole time talking to you.

Swansea never was stupid, and you know that just as well as everyone else. But the way he talked about you and Daisuke's friendship, like it was something more than just that, it made you think he was stupid. You weren't gay, and you knew it, why couldn't anyone else?

But that led you to where you are now, sitting on your bed silently while Daisuke is talking to you about how far he is in the game he's playing currently (even though by this point he's played through it 4-5 times at least), and Swansea grumbling at Daisuke to pay attention and actually do his work.

"Hey, lay off him a little bit." You say halfheartedly, trying your best not to notice the way Daisuke's face lights up when you defend him. "I will the second he actually does some work." Swansea says, somehow being passive aggressive and just aggressive at the same time.

Either way, Daisuke looks at you, a smile on his face. "Thanks!" He whispers, trying to be hushed, but you both know that his concept of volume control is completely and utterly non-existent. You nod, trying your best to not make eye contact with him again.

It hurts to look him in the face, this feeling boiling up inside of you. You honestly can't tell if it's anger, or anxiety, or any other common emotion. But it exists. And you hate it.

It takes about another half an hour for them both to finish fixing the door. There's obviously still a dent within the door, but it looks at least more usable than it was an hour and a half ago. "Thanks Swansea." You say, him mumbling a half-assed 'yer welcome' before marching out of the room. His footsteps slowly fading away.

Daisuke stands there, a look on his face like he has something he wants to ask or say. "You can spit it out" you say, your voice coming out more harsh than you expected. His eyes widen slightly in shock before he sighs, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, "Sorry about that. I've just been wondering," he stops for a second, looking at you leaning against the wall next to your bed, "Are you...doing okay?"

His face looks unusually filled with worry, a look that you decide doesn't suit him at all. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be okay?" You look at him, feigning confidence. It feels weird, being this concerned about someone being concerned about you, but you try your best to ignore it. "I dunno, you just seem, off. And like, I totally get it if your social battery is plummeting, sometimes I get like that too and it is definitely not awesome."

He continues on for a minute or two, but stops when he notices you just looking at him. You're not saying anything, just looking at him, caringly. His face reddens slightly "Sorry, just long story short, I just want to make sure my friend is okay." He says, and you feel a slight sting at the word 'friend'. You knew you were friends, but hearing him say it, like it's a concrete thing happening, it hurts, and it's terrible.

"Yeah...I appreciate it." You say, and Daisuke smiles softly. And things feel less confusing for a minute. You aren't worried that people have their own incorrect opinions on you. You were here right now, and you were looking at your friend.

Friend.

Day 70

You couldn't sleep the night after they fixed your door. Or the night after that. It's been 6 whole days you haven't been able to sleep, and tonight is no exception.

You sit up on your bed, your feet planted on the hard ground beneath you. The ship always feels chillier at night, but it's hard to tell if it's just because of the placebo effect or if it's actually cold.

So now, like every other night, you stand up and leave your room. It's easier to think and walk at the same time instead of staying stagnant. It makes you feel nervous.

You slide a thin jacket over your larger T-shirt, sighing softly at the comfort it's warmth brings you. You step out of the room, checking to see if anyone else is wandering around before making your way to the lounging area. Maybe being somewhere else might help with clearing your mind.

You walk carefully, wincing when a step sounds particularly louder, and before you know it, you're standing at the entrance of the lounge room. As you reach to open the door, you hear some rustling inside of it.

You silently debate just not going in there before you decide that maybe at least having some company might be nice. You open the door, and low and behold, Daisuke is standing behind the counter, 2 sugar packets sitting on the counter, and one open in his hands. "It isn't what it looks like, I swear!" He almost shouts, placing the open sugar packet on the counter and raising his hands defensively.

"Oh so you aren't stealing 3 packets of sugar right now?" You ask rhetorically, chuckling softly. His head drops in defeat, sighing, "yeah...I guess it is." His sad reaction almost makes you laugh even harder.

You walk closer to him, carefully closing the door to the lounge, "Don't worry, I won't tell" you say, leaning against a nearby counter. He says an excited thanks before lifting up the sugar packet, mentioning random topics between each taste of sugar.

It almost felt good listening to him enjoy himself, not like the other times where you feel like you're about to go into cardiac arrest or something. This feels real, and grounded. Before you realize it, you've gone brain dead again, just staring at him as he talks.

"Earth to (name)?" He says, grabbing you by the shoulder. "Y-yeah? Shit sorry I zoned out" it feels like you've been doing that a lot lately, but then again a lot has been on your mind, "what were you saying?". He looks at you, his eyes containing something different in them.

You had been paying a lot of attention to his eyes recently, you sometimes could convince yourself it was on accident, but now you rely on it to tell you what he's thinking. But now? You couldn't even tell. "I just wanted to know if you wanted some." He said, offering the bag to you, a kind smile on his face. "Oh...yeah thanks." You say, dipping your finger into the bag and licking the sweet dust off of it.

You could say what happened next wasn't real, or was just a dream, but you know better.

After you lick the sugar from your finger, you look up at him, muttering a small thank you. What annoys you is that he's just tall enough that you need to look up to really make eye contact with him. You wanted to say something, anything. Maybe thank him for being such a good friend, or ask him how long he'd been sneaking the sugar, but your brain seems to be unable to actually form a coherent thought.

But it's not like he isn't looking at you either, actually his face is much closer than you remember it being when you thanked him. Have you really been in your thoughts this much that you didn't even notice him leaning down.

Had you focused on this detail any longer you would've probably missed the feeling of his lips making contact with yours. It was insanely unexpected, and confusing and everything.

It ends just as fast as it started, and before he can even fully pull away from you you step back, dropping the sugar as a result. You don't even have the energy to look down at the mess you definitely just caused.

You touch your lips, almost as if you'd be able to feel the ghosting of his on them. "You...you kissed me!" You say, more in shock than anything.

More thoughts than you can process are running through your head that you can't even tell if he says anything. 'why did he do that?', 'how did I not realize he liked guys?', 'when did he start liking me?'

'why did it feel so good?'

"Shit I'm sorry I thought...I thought you wanted it too and it just seemed like the right moment and-" he continues profusely apologizing, and even if he doesn't, you notice the tears pricking at his eyes.

You can't even listen, or do anything. Your natural instincts kick in and you just leave.

You rush out of the lounge as fast and quietly as you can, almost throwing yourself back into your room before you close the door. That shouldn't have happened, you guys are just friends, you and him are nothing more, you shouldn't be.

You slide down against your door, frantically grabbing at your jacket to try and ground yourself. You didn't like him. You can't like him, not like that. It feels almost like you're not even the one saying that to yourself anymore, it sounds more like your father than anything.

As you look up at the ceiling, and close your eyes, your body shaking from anxiety and shock, only one thing truly crosses your mind.

You like him.

You like a boy.

I'm beginning to think I have a weird addiction to ominous endings with weird one sentence paragraphs, but it's probably fine.

Make sure you drink water and eat food!

Last and Next

[pumpkinsy0]

Can we get some hcs of how curly would help pony when pony gets in a fight with darry or soda?

honestly he has like two way of responding and its all dependent on how pony is

if ponys mad

•curlys pretty much an instigator, he lets ponys angrily rant and hes just like “YEA FUCK THAT GUY🗣️”, he WILL be taking that opportunity to air out his grievances w darry and soda

•would def bring pony to his own lil rage area he got he goes to when hes mad, takes pony a while to actually start lunching or throwing stuff bc hes just hsed to smoking till hes not mad anymore but he does some damage to the afea so its progress

•speaking of pony smoking a lot when hes mad, curly would b a bit concerned cause its like one cigarette after another, ponys just asking to get asthma or cancer or somethin, so curly just tries to keep pony talking so he doesnt smoke as much but can still vent

•honestly i could see curly making a small lil fire and just tossing shit in there while talking to pony and pony joins in a lil, not a big fire, just some small twigs n what not, he finds the fire therapeutic and just gets pony in on it so maybe he feels better

•hes like that bc hes familiar w feeling angry, thats like his top 5 most felt emotion, he can relate to that, he fights w tim sometimes

if ponys SAD tho???

•yea hes shit outta luck he dunno WHAT to do, sadness is not his thing, hes so awkward about it

•tries rubbing ponys back and sitting next to him and asking “whats wrong”, but u can tell curlys out of his element bc hes tapping on any surface, hes nervous and confused but wants to help

•if its not too late, he’ll stay to watch a sunset w pony cause “u like that right???”, tries cracking jokes and telling stories to lift ponys spirits

•when ponys sad he gets a little more poetic and curly just sits there and feels hopeless cause he doesnt know wtf ponys trynna say, hes just trynna b nice

•unlike johny and pony who would just stay in one place and maybe cuddle when pony was ranting and was upset, i think pony and curly would just be walking around, just think that would b an interesting difference

[shroomyart404]

I’ve been thinking about the thunder legion, more specifically how they came to Fairy Tail. Because out of all the characters we see stuff about, we don’t see anything about them or their initial connection to Laxus.

So I got to brewing

Evergreen was the first to meet Laxus, she was maybe 12 when Laxus passed through with one of the adults in Fairy Tail. They were on their way to the train station to get back to the guild and stopped for food. She overhears Laxus say they’re headed to fairy tail and she gets so excited by the fact theirs a fairy guild she interrupts and asks Laxus numerous questions, saying she’s gonna join. So when she shows up 2 years later, dropped off by her older brother, Laxus isn’t too surprised. He is a bit caught off guard though when she only seems to hang around him though - he’s the only person she knows and joining a guild isn’t like what she’d thought.

It was just her and her brother, and he thought Fairy Tail would be a good place for her to start making friends and earn money she wouldn't get back home.

Between meeting Evergreen and Evergreen joining is when Bickslow meets Laxus and joins Fairy Tail.

Laxus had finished up a solo mission, and needed a place to stay afterwards as it was getting to night. And he was hungry. He passed through a really run-down town, grumbling about how he wasn't gonna find much out here until an old man calls him over. it's clear Laxus isn't around here, and after confirming that Laxus is a wizard asks him to protect the house for a few days in exchange for food and shelter.

Laxus agrees and stays out on guard the first night, watching as some kids his age make their way through town going to houses and taking food, led by a lanky boy with a trail of 5 dolls following him. One of the kids tries to approach the house Laxus is guarding but is quickly scared off. The next night, similar happens, but this time the lanky kid, Bickslow who is clearly the ringleader of this group, approaches him.

"You're messing with the wrong place. I suggest you leave before things get messy." Bickslow says, and Laxus refuses. So, Bicks challenges Laxus to a fight. And to no surprise Laxus wins, and before he helps Bicks up he asks what's even happening around here.

Bickslow tells him about how the city was plagued by attacks from a dark guild that's now been disbanded. The town didn't have the money or the resources to rebuild, Bickslows friends were caught in the crossfire of the dark guild's anarchy - these friends' souls are the ones in the 5 toys, later to be his totems. Laxus knows he can't help, but he tells Bickslow that money's needed he can join Laxus on higher-earning quests. Help keep other towns from ending up like this. This convinces Bicks, and the future of the town gets better because Makarov talks with his connections and the town gets rebuilt.

Finally, Freed. It's maybe a year after Evergreen joined. Freed has been travelling around Fiore trying to find someone who could take away his "curse" (the forbidden magic). He often goes to the cathedrals and such, but most either direct him on to the next or to wizarding guilds - which Freed doesn't want to go near fearing rejection. He comes to Magnolia, and after Kardia Cathedral also say there's nothing they can do, he's sat on the steps knees pulled up to his chest.

"You crying?" Evergreen approaches him, having nothing better to do while she waits for Bickslow and Laxus to be done with whatever they are doing.

"No." Freed doesn't look at her, which Ever finds rude and gives a huff.

"Well then stop looking like you are."

"My sadness is none of your business."

"So you are sad?"

the conversation carries on like this back and forth, Freed utterly confused how this girl keeps asking questions and invading his business. Eventually, Laxus and Bickslow come over to ask Evergreen who she's talking to.

"Oh, I dunno. I didn't ask his name."

"Freed. My name is Freed Justine."

"It's got to be a bit cold sat on those steps," Bickslow says

"Does it matter? I've got nowhere further to go on my search."

"Then you can get out of the cold, don't go being stupid." Laxus holds out his hand to help Freed up, and he takes it. They take him along to the guild so they're out of the cold and have some food. They ask why he's in Magnolia, and Freed reluctantly tells them about his fruitless search to have his magic taken away.

"Well, you've come to the right place," Laxus says, and Freed has a look of hope.

"Really? You mean there's someone here who can take this curse away?"

"Nope. but there are people a bit like you here." Laxus gestures to Bickslow and Evergreen. "I seem to keep collecting randos with weird eyes, what's another one."

"Hey!" Evergreen huffs and gives Laxus a shake "But he's right. You'd fit right in, Freed."

And thus, the Thunder Legion was formed.

[askthe-r-m-au]

Yeeeee I'm finally doing this-

Restarting the old R-M fic

(It's on my main account but it's pretty old... so...)

uhh just so yall know as lore gets added onto the AU things might change

Feel free to ask me here or on my blog directly

[ @dayseedrawz2 ]

Ok now onto the Fic!

[The Ring-Misstress | Chapter 1: an alliance]

☆Welcome... to the AMAAAAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS!!! My name is Caine!!! And I'm here to show you the most Jaw-dropping,Heart-stopping, MIND-BENDING parraphinallia you have EVER LAYED YOUR...☆

Blah blah blah... that's all Pomni could hear. She'd been a part of the circus crew for about a week or 2 now?? Maybe more?? Eh, who's counting. Not her! Long enough to know that Caine's daily routine consists of him rambling on about the adventure they'll have that day for at least 5 minutes. So she had plenty of time to dissociate.

Not that she minded Caine's endless rambling. In a way, it was actually kinda comforting, weirdly. Like listening to white noise to fall asleep. She was too busy in her own world to make out completely what he was saying, though. "Blah blah blah, adventure, blah blah blah code, blah blah blah Pomni, blah- Pomni?"

"Pomni??"

☆POMNI!!☆

♧Gah! Huh?? Wha??♧

The Jester was suddenly brought back to reality (unfortunately).

☆You got all of that, right??☆

♧Caine, I don't really care what you have set up for the next adventure-♧

☆My dear, that's the thing!! Today's adventure is unfortunately canceled because SOMBODY just had to EAT AN ENTIRE CHUNK OF CODE...☆

The ringmaster angrily turned towards Bubble.

°○I regret nothing○°

Caine could only groan in frustration before he poked bubble, who disappeared with a "Pop!"

☆... Well then, with that outta the way, I suppose you all enjoy your day off!! I'll be out here if anyone needs me!☆

The crew set off to their rooms, including Pomni. She turned towards the hallway with everyone else, being the last one to her room. But just as she was about to reach for her door, she noticed something...

What looked to be some sort of glitch?? Should she call Caine?? She wasn't sure... but she decided to anyway.

♧Uhh, Caine??♧

No answer. Oh, well. Guess he must've left to prepare the next adventure. That's all he ever does. I mean, he isn't a real person. There's probably not much else he'd want to do.

She took a double-take at the weird thing she'd seen.

♧Wait a second...♧

What at first seemed like just a jumble of 1's and 0's infact, was not. She recognized this... A string of code...

She could read it.

♧"01010101 00100000 01001100 00100000 01000010 00100000 01000010 00100000 01000101"♧

Hesitantly, she reached for the string of code...

Just then, a familiar voice hurriedly approached...

☆My sincerest apologies dear!! It seems my WackyWatchTM must've missed your message!! I hope I'm not too- Huh?☆

Pomni was fidgeting with the numbers. Scrambling them around, trying to make something of them. Eventually, she left them in a certain order. The numbers formed a sphere and slowly dissappear, leaving a familiar transparent ball...

♧Bubble??♧

°○Wow!! That was weird!! I'm gonna go now!!○°

And with that Bubble floated off to who knows where.

Pomni stared down at her hands. In them, few little bits of code, like glitter, slowly faded away.

She looked up from her hands startled to see that Caine had been floating there the entire time. He looked almost- dumbfounded...

☆How... did you do that??☆

Pomni seemed a bit confused at the question.

♧Y-you code things all the time what do you mean??♧

☆Yeah no- how did you do that without a Cane??☆

He gestured to his cane that was floating beside him.

♧I- Well- I dunno I just- sorta reached out and-♧

☆Well dear, I'm quite impressed!! Not only because of that but- I've never seen that sorta thing happen to bubble before...☆

He muttered under his breath.

☆unless...☆

♧Hm?♧

☆Say... Perhaps whenever you aren't busy with adventures, like today, you could help out with bugs and stuff!! How's that sound??☆

He look right into Pomni's eyes, almost pleading, in a way... Pomni thought about the offer for a moment.

What if... there were a code for the exit..?

Maybe... just maybe... helping the ringmaster was her ticket out of here!! To get on his good side!!

♧Uhh, yeah sure.♧

☆Well then, I understand if you d- wait, really?☆

♧I guess so.♧

She couldn't believe it!! He was actually buying it!! "Exit here I c-"

☆Oh Thank you thank you thank you!!! I could really use a hand around here!!☆

He wrapped her in a very uncomfortably tight hug. Nonetheless she manged to force a smile...

♧Heh, n-no problem...♧

YIPPEE IM FINALLY DONE-

This took all day-

Also I'm finally on summer break so imma hopefully have alot more time to write-

Uh anyways uh-

Ask Caine, Pomni an Voz I guess-

(or me about the au/fic in general)

See ya in chapter 2!!

[jweekgoji]

just some thoughts about Papa!Miguel, reader and creepy spidey! Miguel

tw: slightly yandere? two Miguels, 928B Miguel being a creep he is, Papa!Miguel is a big softie, mentions of stalking, some mentions of Miguel's childhood

i dunno why, my heart kinda melts whenever I see Miguel, real father of Gabriella, he's just looking so soft and caring, single father with a big heart for his daughter , he even tried to stop the thief! and! got! killed! for! it! literally crying mess when I think about it he didn't deserve such a fate :((

both looking the same but so different if you look closely, I just wonder how would they interact with each other.

'our' Miguel is still very sensitive nature, cries silently in his room when no-one is here when he just sees your old photos, smiling so sadly but yet so lovingly when he repeats the video of you two, enjoying doing stuff together, cooking, playing games, gardening, growing some vegetables together, and he repeats the video again and again until he could recreate this in his mind with zero difference from the original

papa Miguel always on your side whenever you are, hands on your waist or your shoulders as if to try to encourage you and make you feel even more safe, he's here, with you, and everything will be fine because you're strong, and he believes in you no matter what. you could never see him without a soft smile on his face, he's such a sunshine in your life, just like you in his.

i believe that if two Miguels would have a chance to be with you at the same time it will be a little confusing, don't ask me how would it happen, just lets imagine it ,

papa Miguel is a big softie, he's actually a sweet one for you always no matter what, he's tired from all the work at Alchemax? he is still having enough strength to make you feel happy, even though his muscles and back begging for some good dad's nap , creepy Miguel never sleep. well, he does, but you could never catch him sleeping. always busy with work, Multiverse, anomalies and stuff, it will never stop happening so he can't let himself take a rest. the fate of the multiverse on his hands, he signed for it, he thought. so, as a hardworking, strong and totally not the guy who just wants to take a good 8-hour sleep in his life for once he sometimes ‘I'm gonna close my eyes just for a 5 minutes’ or ‘i'm just let my eyes rest’ and then he falls asleep in his chair , when you find him like this he will act like he really didn't just passed out right here and he actually payed attention on the screen where he monitors all unusual stuff !

one day you will beg him to rest for an hour or something, all he does just brush it off with a slight annoyance, saying that he has other important stuff to do, so don't bother him with this. you, as a pretty smart person yourself, use some tricks to make him actually do what you want.

‘ I'm scared, can't sleep alone. can I sleep in your room with you?’

‘ no.’

‘ please? Pa is snoring so loudly, and I have important stuff to do in the early morning...’

and so he agrees. he pretends he doesn't actually like it, like he would rather stay all night long alone and not right next to you, so close and warm, he can't really fight it for the entire time 😴 and when he finally gives himself some time to sleep, he does it very, very quietly. not a single sound or move from him. sometimes you would be freaked out at first, because he makes some weird sleeping poses like a vampire inside his coffin 🦇 ,

good thing you don't know all the stuff he does when you're not awake. creepy Miguel is... actually acting creepy? wow ! but seriously, how could he be not when he stalked Pa and you for God knows how long?

you can sleep peacefully in your bed, hugging a pillow close to your chest, while you have sweet dreams. alone in your room, decorated with your favorite things, somewhere lies a photo of you and Miguel, which is especially meaningful to you, because every day when you wake up it lies in a cute photo frame on the bedside table.

Miguel cannot help but be distracted by your sleeping form, you calmly sniff in your sleep, not even suspecting that the fanged monster, which can easily tear you in half if you wish, is so close to you. moreover, it has the same look and voice as your closest person.

Sometimes he thinks, how would you react? Would you scream and curse as you try to punch and kick him in a panic when you see those shiny red eyes in the darkness? please don't do this.

the soft creak of the door resounds somewhere behind and the man cannot help but instinctively turn his head back, looking at his doppelganger , standing in the doorway.

Oh shock, why now? At this very vulnerable moment? It would seem that fate really hates him, and Miguel is already ready to return to his usual sullen manner of communication, knitting his eyebrows and pursing his lips, looking somewhere to the side and blushing like a boy who was caught stealing something. for some reason, it makes him remember his childhood, every time there were quarrels in the family, Miguel had to take responsibility for the sake of his younger brother , while their mother would chastise Miguel. for some reason he feels shame, but for some reason, at the same time, he doesn't care if he was caught or not.

"...just wanted to make sure they were safe," he mumbles something under his breath, avoiding eye contact with the version of himself.

" right," the other one nods at his words, the same soft smile on his face as he sits next to 928B Miguel.

no curses, no one screams at him, he doesn't have to bashfully look down, listening to nothing but only words of insult in his direction. “me too.”

Miguel looks surprised to some extent, his eyes are slightly wide and his mouth is parted, but nothing but a quiet “mhhm” comes from him. no one wants to wake you up, you look too sweet and cute to make you wake up for such a reason. you can sleep peacefully , without fear that some scary monster from under your bed will decide to appear and harm you. no, not when he is already closely connected with your life.

[quasiquack666]

Chapter 321 spoiler stuff I guess

(Screen readers pause now)

1: Bruh Kayden looks shredded to pieces. I can't tell how much I'm delighted anymore by his bruised ass, or if I just feel bad now.

2: Tbh I don't know why they trust Blues around? Blues tried to kill Jiwoo a dozen chapters ago. Sure he probably won't now but??? It's confusing. I would never trust someone like that again around my son.

3: Wow, finally, a more proper Kayden and Jiwoo comfort hug. I felt slightly robbed during their weird side-hug after the Gestella skirmish. More dad-son hugs please.

4: Thanks for all the hair-down Kayden references. I appreciate the contribution to us artists LMAO.

5: "Not much help". Excuse me you bitch, your boyfriends basically saved your ass, you would've died, especially when Gestella only showed up later.

6: "A guy called Andrei". This must be a translation error or something, no way Kayden is actually talking about Andrei as if Jiwoo doesn't know him...

7: "Why aren't you turning back [into a cat]?" What? Kartein don't you already know this? Dude it's the same thing from when Kayden fought Andrei before. One of my fave Kayden scenes, the image of him bloody and bruised and turning to the basement. It's so easy to tell that Kayden is in agony. Kartein even noticed back then that something was up, he just didn't say anything then. Lol nevermind that Kartein does the exact same shit. And it's meh that the writers feel the need to explain this in words, through Kartein's odd question, when they already did so in a much more masterful way before.

8: "Someone lady Gestella has in her heart". Blues my dude, I know you admire her to the point of obsession, but it's okay to realize she's delusional and fell for catfish-level letters. This poor old lady would be doomed on a dating app.

9: BRO we literally got a second scene of Kayden's back as he goes to the basement alone to feel his pain. I thought it would be different this time...

Conclusion: I dunno. Eh. I don't feel much about this chapter. But it was fine enough. I'll take anything that isn't literally traumatic in terms of characterization though. Which is a pretty low bar at this point.

Just to end on a better note, I really do appreciate the hair-down references. Those are great hehe. I need to practice then maybe I'll post something I like.