#i dont like how the workers cant seem to get time off

[weedhorse69]

Second floor - golf course

[iouinotes]

Show-off | Mike Ross

pairing: Mike Ross x female!reader

show: Suits

genre: smut word count: 2,9k

summary: you and your co-worker Mike dont get along very well. But when you have something that he needs, suddenly everything is different.

a/n: Just watched the first two episodes of "Suits" and something about Mike is really attractive-

Working in a well-known office as a lawyer has it's advantages. Such as being respected by business people or being able to afford a lot of things, you spend all your evenings analyzing documents rather than meeting actual people.

Nevertheless, sometimes there are also negative factors. For example, my co-worker Mike, who really believes, that he is with his ridiculously skinny tie and sarcastic humor better than the others. Or right now, better than me.

"God, I cant believe you. Can you behave for once?" I use my fingers to push my hair back in frustration, noticing how my head starts to hurt. Its 10 pm and I'm currently trying to stay calm, though because of one man in particular, my nerves seem to be getting thinner within seconds. Valuable time is wasted that I could spend somewhere else instead of with him.

"Now it's my fault, that you don't have the documents with you? Sorry, I can't help you being organized in your own workplace." His voice irritates me. Everything about him is so frustrating.

"I told you, I didnt get the message! How am I supposed to know, that you need something, when you don't tell me anything about it? Maybe you should stop being so childish and ask me in the first place, instead of running to Rachel!" If our job had nothing to do with justice and we werent literally standing in a law company right now, I would kill him. And then I wouldn't hesitate to go to court and say it was self-defense, because I didnt want to hear any of his miserable excuses anymore.

"So what do you think, I should do? I need these documents for tomorrow. Please, I know you don't like me, but it is really urgent." Why does he has such blue eyes? The look he is going me is even more irritating than his voice.

I sign, exhibit my laptop and try to put the pens back, that are laying all over my desk.

"Okay, fine. As I said, the documents are at home, so-" I don´t even get to finish my sentence.

"Great, so I'll meet you there. And I wont even tell anyone, if your place is a mess." His eyes wander over my messy desk, and even If I don´t like to admit it, it's a bad habit of mine. But, he shouldn't make any assumptions about the neatness in my apartment.

"I hope you loose the documents on your way home." At my words, he grins smugly.

"Well, then I could lie and say you didnt found them anymore and I hadnt had the chance to go through them." He leans towards me.

"I'll run you over with my car." He raises his eyebrows at my threat.

"You sure should do something that makes you smile more often. Is that even something you know how to do?" I show him my middle finger and turn to left my office. When I close the door, I hear the laughter in his voice.

"The next storm should be named after you as quickly as you left the room." He follows after me.

"Can you shut up for once? Oh, I forgot. You don´t last one second being silent. Thats a shame, the world could finally heal." His hand rests on his heart, his features fake a hurt expression.

"Ouch. You really don´t like me that much, huh?" His eyes try to search mine.

"You get on my nerves on purpose every fucking day. Should I thank you for that?" I turn my head to look at him.

"Yes, you should. Your life would be so boring without me." He grins at me again from the side, that typical grimace that is always adorn on his face.

"You wish." When I tell him my address, he raises his eyebrows, but before he can make an unfavorable comment, I get into my car.

Darkness surrounds me and when I see him going away, I lower my head to the steering wheel. He really is the best at confusing my emotions.

~~~~~

I turn off the lights of my car and get out of it, so I can finally make my way to my flat. Its not something special, I mean I have a living room, which is quite big and connected to the kitchen, a bedroom and a bath. But I am very lucky, because I have a small balcony, from which I can watch the stars at night. But I usually only do that when I can't sleep.

So, when I enter my apartment, I let my eyes wander over the manageable mess, I put some clothes back in the closet and the dishes in the washing machine. The place almost looks decent, when I hear the doorbell.

As I open the door, I'm nervous for some reason. I let him in and turn to my office drawers, looking for the document.

"Nice place. You live here alone?" His fingers trace my bookshelf, I see him reading the titles.

"No, my wife is still at work." When I look at him dead serious, I see him laugh in surprise.

"So, you do have humor. I thought, you were one of those exceptions that wouldn't be able to do that." He means it as a joke, but something in my chest hurts.

When I reply with a monotonous voice, I see his eyebrows pull together. "I live here alone. That's what you wanted to hear?" I'm getting more frustrated again with every second he's around me.

"No- I didnt mean it that way. I'm sorry. My intentions were good, I promise." When I look at him for a moment, I see his honest expression.

It would be so easier for me to hate him, if I didnt know, he was a good human. Well, most of the time.

We are silent for a moment, but when I hear his footsteps, I tense up.

"What are you doing?" He's now standing right next to me.

"Helping you. You seem a little, tense?" I glare at him for a moment and he raises his hands in defense.

"Just pointed out the obvious. But dont worry. You still look lovely." I stop in my movements at his words.

"Thats such shock for you?" His voice shows surprise and a certain curiosity.

"Only that you say it." I look into his eyes.

"Well, you may think I'm dumb, but I'm not blind."

He just called me beautiful, sort of. It´s confusing me.

When I finally find the documents, I hold my hand out to him.

"I don´t think you are dumb. I think you're annoying. And a show-off. I don´t like that." His eyes follow me.

"What do you like then?" His question surprises me. He slowly takes the documents out of my hand, his finger gently brushing mine.

"I don´t think that is any of your business." I try to clear my voice. His touch makes me shiver.

"Come on, tell me. Would that be so bad?" His whole presence is making me nervous and I feel my hands start to shake.

At work, I can always hide behind a mask, pretend that nothing he does affects me. I can act like I truly hate him, even though I catch myself looking at him, from time to time. Especially when he shows off his intelligence without realizing it, impresses his clients and -I would never admit it- me too. It's a certain charm about him, the way he always knows how to answer, while being mischievous and clever about it.

But now, that he's in my apartment and so close to me, it's suddenly different. And I don't know how to react to him being nice.

"I look for someone who isnt afraid of commitment. Someone who is honest and kind, but who also challenges me. I want to feel safe, so I can put my trust not only in myself."

He nods and is quiet for a moment, I begin to feel stupid for telling him all of that, when he responds.

"I get that. Someone whose shoulder you can lean on when things get too much. Someone who meets your needs, who wants to be in your life. For longer than a one-night stand." He smiles at me and I see for the first time, why I possibly could like him.

"Also, statistics show higher rates of being robbed or kidnapped, when you have one-night stands." This remark almost makes me laugh, even though it's frightening.

"Well, who would even notice, if I would disappear? Probably only my clients, because they need me." I lower my head, being completely honest with him for the first time.

"I would notice."

When I look at him, he takes a step towards me. His fingers gently slide over my shoulder and brush my hair aside, the touch makes a warm feeling bloom in my chest.

"I couldn't annoy you anymore. My life would be pretty boring without you. And it's not so bad to be able to look at such a pretty face every day, even if it always looks at me annoyed, like all the time." I quietly laugh at that, feeling surprisingly good because of his compliment.

We look at each other, now being really close. My eyes travel to his lips and I don´t even know how it happens, but suddenly he is all over me. His lips on mine, his hands on my waist, lifting me up to sit me on the desk. I moan softly when his hands tangle in my hair and he pushes himself closer to me, so that he's standing between my legs. One of his hands gently wraps around my neck and I feel my loud pulse.

My hands move too, stroking his back and holding him closer to me by his tie. As he pulls his lips away from me, he lifts my chin with his finger. Now, looking down at me with widen pupils. I hold his eye contact, forgetting all about my issues with him, when he speaks to me with a deep voice (which I suddenly don´t think sounds irritating anymore).

"Be angry at me tomorrow and mine for tonight. I bet, all your frustration from work and your thin nerves can catch a break, what do you say?"

Not much. Because I pull him towards me by his tie and kiss him again. I don't want to stop at all anymore. He returns the kiss with the same enthusiasm and his hands find their way to my waist again to lift me up again. When he crosses the living room with quick steps and lays me down on the sofa, I already feel out of breath and clearly turned on.

His kisses become more intense, his lips move from my mouth to my neck, leaving marks there. But it feels too good to make him stop.

"I will gladly hear your excuses, when someone asks you about your hickeys tomorrow. Because you will be all flustered, when you think again about this moment. Where you are ready to be fucked by your colleague, who you despise so much." I whimper as he pushes up my dress and his hands pull my tights down to my knees. The cold air hits my skin, but I don't really notice it, because his lips are on my neck again and his fingers connect first with my stomach and then further down. I hold my breath as his lips touch my ear and his fingers stroke my folds.

"So wet for me. Didnt think, I would turn you on this much." I kiss him to shut him up.

"You are-" I moan, when he finally puts a finger in me. "-so annoying." He laughs at me.

"Am I? But you seem to like it." I feel myself getting wetter, his fingers feel so good as they move gently but firmly inside me. One of his hands moves to push my dress further up and somehow, he manages to pull it over my head. Now, I'm lying in front of him in just a bra, his hands slowly find their way over my body and to my back, which I lift slightly so that he can open the clasp.

When I lie naked in front of him and he massages my breasts, his lips touch mine and his fingers stimulate me, I feel like I'm in heaven.

He breaks apart, so he can look at me and I draw my eyebrows together, when his fingers increase in speed. My mouth opens and the sounds that escape me echo in the apartment.

"I'm- god, I think I am going to come-" at that he starts to tease me, going slower but a lot deeper. My eyes almost roll back as he hits a certain spot inside me.

"That feels good? What do you say, when you want something?" You stupid idiot.

"You stupid-" I begin to say as his lips graze my nipple and his finger scissor and stretch me out further.

"One word, darling. Say it." And because I feel this knot inside me (and maybe this side of him turns me on, like a lot), I finally open my mouth to please him.

"Please, Mike. I-I need to-" My sentence is cut off as his fingers speed up and I moan loudly.

"Thats a good girl, you can be so good to me, if I make you." His lips search mine as I finally come. My breathing is heavy and when I come down from my high and look at his face, I see the satisfied expression.

"You are done-" I can't maintain my strict facial expression and suddenly have to start smiling. His eyes widen in surprise and I raise my eyebrows, still smiling softly.

"What?" I quietly laugh at his expression.

"Nothing, its just- I have never seen you smiling so happy." I roll my eyes gently. As I look at him closer now, I see the bulge in his pants and the loosened tie. As I lean forward, his eyes shift to my body.

"You still are fully clothed. A bit unfair, don't you think?" I watch him swallow and my hands move to his chest to slowly unbutton his shirt. As I also remove the tie and slip the shirt from his shoulders, I sit myself on his lap. Rocking my hips forward and seeing his eyes close. His hands move to my hips and begin to control the movements, my eyes close too and my head leans into the crook of his neck as the movements become faster.

Sighs and heavy breaths leave his lips and once again, one of his hands moves to grab my breasts, lightly grazing the nipples.

I look at him, noticing his swollen lips and his flushed cheeks. His hair is a mess and his forehead is furrowed, but he tries his best to pull himself together.

I groan as I look at him and suddenly think back to todays afternoon, when he was on a phone call and I heard how he listed one reciting fact after another, without any difficulty.

"What are you thinking about?" His voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

"N-nothing" I'm definitely too embarrassed to admit how much his intelligence and the way he seems to know everything, turns me on.

One of his hands moves to my entrance and teases me by just circling around it. When I try to push myself down, he pulls his fingers away.

"You tell me, whats going on in that pretty head of yours and you'll get me." My body feels so hot, I can't think properly anymore.

"You where on a phone call today and you just- you listed without any effort every single point that will help you win the case. You just said it like- it's nothing."

When his fingers dig into me again, I bite my lips. I try to control my moans and not pay attention to the fact, that I just gave him every opportunity to make him be more complacent than his usual self.

His fingers pump into me and I feel slightly overstimulated. But I wouldnt want to stop now.

"You get off by the thought of me, saying memorized facts? Who would have thought that my intelligence would turn you on so much." God, his ego probably doesn't fit in this apartment anymore.

"Don't think too highly of yourself, you still annoy me." Now I'm really just trying to get myself out of the situation. I lean towards him, so he can't say anything anymore and pull on his blonde hair to distract him.

Moans escape my lips and when I notice that his noises are also getting louder, I pull away from him. He looks at me confused.

"I want you inside me." Thats all I say, but he quickly complies with my request. I slide off his lap and wait for him to take off his pants and boxers until he's finally on top of me again. His fingers find my bottom lip and while maintaining eye contact, I open my mouth so he can insert a finger. My tongue brushes against his and after a few moments of him pressing on my tongue, he lets his fingers move back to the spot that needs him the most.

He stretches me for a few minutes until he finally guides his cock to my hole and slowly penetrates me. My eyes close and I hear his breath in my ear as he pushes further.

"You are so tight- good thing finally someone fucks you." I nod without thinking and hear his laughter in my ear.

"You think so too, huh. Would you let anyone fuck you then?" My stomach tenses, I feel the pleasure growing again and every movement of him. This feels so good-

I try to shake my head, but I'm too lost in the sensations to pay much attention to his words.

"No? But I thought, you hate me. Why would you let me fuck you, if you don´t even like me?" His thrusts become faster and more uncontrolled, I feel him getting closer to his own high.

"I-" I try to stutter "d-don´t hate you." I feel myself getting closer and reach into his hair, pulling at the roots and feeling his lips on my shoulder. His thrusts become more powerful and as he moves his hand and massages my clitoris, suddenly everything goes white in front of my eyes and I come.

I feel every inch inside of me, feel his fingers brush over the visible bulge in my stomach and think to myself: god I feel so full

When he comes too, I moan so loudly that it's impossible that my neighbors didn't hear me. His hand finds its way around my chin, he slides a finger into my mouth and I feel my vagina tighten because of it.

He hisses and his thrusts slow down until he finally pulls out of me, trying not to fall on top of me. As I give him some space next to me, he falls halfway on me, but pulls me on top of him in the next second and I can hear his strong heartbeat. With his outstretched hand he pulls the blanket over me, that had fallen to the floor.

We both try to catch our breath and as the minutes pass, only the wind outside is heard. He is the first to break the silence.

"So, you don't hate me?" I lift my head from his naked chest to look at him.

"Only sometimes." He shakes his head and smiles, gently stroking my back.

The evening went by quickly, we ordered a pizza and ate it (clothed) on the terrace. We were going over his documents for tomorrow, I blushed at the thought that this was the real reason he came here, but he just hugged me from behind after we finished and continued watching the stars.

It's not really clear what this evening means for us, but I don´t want to get into that, not yet. Because I'm not sure what it means anyway.

Because now, I have to get used to the fact that his voice no longer irritates me, that his jokes no longer annoy me and that he as a person, is actually not as bad as I imagined.

"Who thought, I was the one to get you relax."

But he is still a show-off.

[sturniccz]

Pretty boy

Chris Sturniolo smut. If you dont like it, leave.

slightly inspired by a request i received, but not fully because im not comfortable writing the full request, this is what yall get😭😭💕

Warnings: nothing crazy tbh, mommy kink, sumbissive chris, slight age gap, oral, fem receiving, swearing, lmk if i missed anything!

not proofread, feel free to send requests!

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Being best friends with your older brothers, coworker does have its perks, but at times like these, when all Chris wants to feel is love, He swears he would do anything. He has never really been into relationships, or any kind of love feeling other than the love he has for his family, but as for y/n, Justin‘s coworker at his new location for his job, he has discovered a new feeling that he has never felt before, which somehow scares him.

Every time he’s with Justin, y/n is there also. After a significant amount of time of knowing each other, they have grown to be very close with each other, regardless of their age gap. With Chris being freshly 20 years, old, and Laila, being 25, it almost feels illegal to have such feelings for her. But he didn’t care, all he wanted was to make her feel good. Thats what she deserves.

Another night crept upon Chris and he cant help but feel the absence of her not being in the house like usual. After some thought, he decided to send her a message politely asking her to come over. Regardless of her being so hesitant, he insisted, and eventually she caved.

After about 15 minutes there was three soft knocks at the front door, and Chris quickly jumped up, walking to the front of the house to greet her. He was excited, and it was obvious from the slight tent in his sweatpants.

“Hey Chris, how are you doing? Why did you want me to come over so late?” she breathes. “Its only 10,” he replies, “and plus im your favorite co-workers little brother, right?” he asks, only half serious, trying to keep a conversation going. “Well, I suppose I dont know any boys better than you.” She chuckles.

This caused Chris to freeze. He began to get lost in his thoughts, staring at her as she makes her way into the kitchen, grabbing herself a drink and getting comfortable on the couch. Chris makes his way over to sit next to her, noticing that she’s significantly keeping her distance from him.

“Do you wanna watch a movie?” she quietly suggests, almost as a way to erase some of the deafening silence between the two. “U-uh sure, you can pick.” He stutters. She chuckles at his remark. “You sure you’re alright pretty boy?” she laughs, an inside joke, of course she didn’t mean it whenever she calls him pretty boy, but she is completely unaware of the affect it has on the boy. Physically.

“Yeah it’s nothing just put on whatever you want” he says, trying his best to just end this painfully flirty conversation in fear of her noticing his boner.

Not even ten minutes pass by and Chris can’t seem to keep his eyes off of her. She’s so gorgeous its almost unreal, as if shes a genuine angel that got lost on the way to heaven. Her hair is so perfect the way it rests across her shoulders, and the way her necklace looks laying against her collarbones. He could look at her forever, but he couldn’t, he might just die from getting so horny.

“Alright why are you staring at me? Do i have something on my face?” She snaps, not meaning to startle him, but still coming across as angry. He loved it.

“No, sorry.” He breathes as he reverts his attention back to the film on the screen. Less than ten seconds later he’s staring again. “Alright Chris stop doing that.” She says, using the same tone as before and somehow getting even deeper under his skin. “O-okay, i’m sorry,” he says looking into his lap, “i just think you’re pretty.” he finishes. “You think im pretty? Chris you’ve hardly ever spoken to be before why are you telling me this?” she questions, slightly confused and slightly turned on. “I just wanna make you feel special, wanna show you love, wanna be good for you. Am i good for you?” he blurts out, hardly thinking.

She is completely stunned by his words, but chooses to play along, with the boy now laying his head and shoulders in her lap. “Of course. You’re good for me Chrissy, always.” she says looking down at him, playing with his hair. “Do you wanna show me how good you can be? Show me how much you love me, baby?” she says as he slowly sits up, looking at her in the eyes. “Y-Yeah? You mean it?” he asks, a bit hesitant about what he had said. She nods.

“Be a good boy for mommy and touch me, yeah?” She is completely in control. Chris is practically at her mercy at the moment, and he is fucking loving it. Chris lets out a small whine as he begins trailing his hand down her torso, stopping just above her waistband. He looks at her for a nod pf approval one last time before finally making his way down her body.

After quickly removing her leggings, he leaves a long trail of wet, open mouthed kisses from the crook of her neck all the way down to her panties. He licks a stripe from the bottom to the top of her pussy over the pink, lace fabric, stopping right at her heat. Her hand slowly makes its way to his hair, slightly pushing down. “Go ahead baby, show mommy how much you love her.” She’s good at this. Really fucking good. So good that Chris begins riding the fabric of the couch he was previously sat on, trying to get any amount of friction he could.

He loved eating pussy. So much so that he didn’t even consider any foreplay, he went straight in, tongue fucking the older girl, looking straight into her eyes. “Oh fuck, Chris! God your mouth is amazing-“ she cuts herself off with a moan as he slips a finger into her. “God- Fuck, Chris!” she moans biting her lip. “Good boy, baby, such a good boy for me. Keep going baby you’re doing so good-“ she says looking down at him as he lets out a guttural moan at the names.

Chris is a slut for praise. Her fingers curled in his scalp as he adds another finger, in hopes of getting more praise from her, now curling upwards. “Fuck, yes right there! Oh god-“ she says arching her back. Chris removes his mouth, replacing it with his thumb temporarily. “You’re so pretty mommy, I can never get enough of you.” he says leaving kisses to the inside of her thighs before returning to her heat. “Fuck Chris- Im gonna cum! Gonna cum on your fingers, yeah, baby? You gonna be a good boy and l-let me cum on your hand?” she says stuttering and arching her back. He nods in agreement, remaining eye contact before her eyes squeezed shut and she threw her head back. Letting out the sluttiest moans and whimpers, she finally finishes on Chris’ fingers, watching as he pulls them out and placing them into his mouth, sucking off the juices.

“God thats hot.” she admits. “You calling me a good boy is hot for fucks sake.” he breathes. “You want me to take care of you?” She asks, looking at the obvious bulge in Chris’ sweats. “No, I just wanna sleep. M’tired” Chris says before snuggling into her space between her neck and her chest. “Okay Chrissy, you get some sleep. You did good for me, love.” She says as she watches his breathing steady and him slowly drift off into a deep, very much needed sleep.

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[heartfullofleeches]

Link to fast food reader plz cant find ittt

I haven't done any full fics yet, but here's a few shorts of what they have to put up with

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"Hello, welcome to hell, what would you like to order?"

"I think I'll take you to go, please."

"You could probably afford me, but unfortunately I'm not for sale."

The customer produces a pair of handcuffs. "That wasn't an order."

You remain unamused as they shackle the restraint to their wrist and yours. "I don't have anymore time off."

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"Oh, it seems I can't reach the window. Can you be a dear and bring my order outside?~"

"Dude, I can see the wedding rings and rope in the passenger seat- I can throw it at you if you want, but I dont think you want hot coffee in your face that I may or may not have spat in."

"What if that is what I want?~"

"How the fuck do you keep getting off the banned list."

-

You stare at the new mascot worker your boss just hired, suspicious of their presence after all you've been through. They slowly turn to face you, waving. On the table they were asked to clean off is a heart drawn in a red substance. You immediately return to the break room.

[yaz-4200]

~Secret Relationship With The Real Slim Shady~

(Eminem x reader!)

- PART 1 - 2001 - you’re in a secret relationship with slim, an innocent runway model and the controversial rapper

“You’re too paranoid baby” Marshall cooed softly in your ear

“I’m telling you Marshall that man recognised us” you said pulling the hood down further to cover you a little more- you loved wearing his hoodies they were not only comfy but you always felt so safe and hidden in how big they were.

He sighed pulling up to the McDonald’s drive in, getting ready to order a quick meal before he dropped you off to your next shoot.

You repositioned yourself in your seat, turning away from him to cover your identity when he pulled up , he laughed slightly to how seriously you took it- at the end of the day it was your sweet reputation he was protecting not his own

The immediate gasps filled your ears as he pulled up to the window “Oh my God!EMINEM” the fan girls called out

Marshall smiled and laughed “how y’all doing” he said with a chuckle “Can we get your autograph??!!” One of the workers squealed , Marshall nodded signing something for the both of them before they gave him the food “who was that with him” one said quite loudly as he began to drive away

You smiled to yourself , you enjoyed seeing him interact with fans - and hearing them ask about your identity make it clear you concealed yourself well "see wasn't that bad was it" marshall teased with a sly smirk on his face- you pushed his arm playfully "shut up" you replied with a laugh. You both settled down at the back of the car park as he handed you your food "I promise to call you whilst im in Detriot baby i just gotta sort some stuff out with the kim and see hailie" he said refering back to your previous conversation You smiled back at him , "its fine marshall , i have back to back shows here so i'll be busy too-say hi to hailie for me" you replied beginning to eat your fries You had only met hailie a hand full of times, which proof had mentioned was non-existant for past girls slim had been seeing. That made you happy,knowing he loved you enough to bring his daughter around you meant alot. You watched marshalls face grow intrigued by something outside the car, "Motherfucker!" he yelled too loud for your liking you turned your head and just then you heard it the "click" of a camera rang in your ears. "shit" you mumbled.Turning back to slim who slammed the car door open "jesus fucking christ marshall stop!" you hated when he acted on impulsive like this "Back the fuck up punk!" marshall shouted pushing the camera back with his palm , the guy seemed to get the hint jumping back away to get away from marshall In moments he was back in the car, a laugh escaped his lips as if the situation was funny "This isn't funny marshall hes gonna shop those" you replied pointing to where the man was "Then you cant deny me anymore in your little interviews" he retorted moving your head to his shoulder "i dont know what im gonna do" you mumbled to yourself.

[chaifootsteps]

Something that i find really funny about the Vivziepop fandom, is that they baby her and her actions, and get mad at people who doesnt.

I once saw this post on twitter from a fan bitching about how they had to take away their like in a post of redesigns of the Hazbin characters, because they discovered that the artist who did these "was a Vivzie anti". They went on a rant about how people shouldnt shit on Vivziepop's designs because "why do you have to bring down another artist's work? We artists should stick together and support each other!".

Okay, first, the "artists should support each other! 💖" doesnt apply to "artists" that are terrible fucking people, just like Vivzie. They dont deserve support, especially because they use said support and fame to hurts others, period.

Second, is it just me or Vivzie defenders live in a completely different world from us? Because by the way they treat and talk about Vivziepop and her "getting attacked" (aka, facing the the consequences of her actions) by others, they seem to think she is some 14yo who does nothing but post her OCs on Deviantart and need proctection from the "antis" because she will quit art if she gets more than 5 mean comments on her South Park fanfic.

But, newsflash for those people, she isnt.

She is a grown ass woman, who's making a shit ton of money from making not one, but two cartoons about her ugly OCs by abusing and overworking her workers and producers, and internet criticism couldnt affect her career at all anymore.

The only reason hy she would been affect in any way by stranger's criticism, is because she is a huge baby with a fragile ego who throws a big fit on Twitter dot com every time she sees that people have enough braincells to see that her shows arent the masterpiece she thinks it is.

She doesnt need your kind words, she doesnt need you to proctect her from internet meanies, and she doesnt need your "artists should stick together 🥺" bs.

All she needs and wants from you is your money.

Its so unfair how i see actuall small, indie artists who could have help from other artists gets treated absolutelly horriblly by everyone or just plain ignored, while Miss "two whole shows of her OCs" cant even have her designs be criticised because "mimimi artists should support each other 🥺🥺🥺" no, fuck off.

It's absolutely bizarre. They really do treat her like a 14-year-old kid posting their first ever Sonic recolor, and also like she's their best friend.

Viv wouldn't piss on half these people if they were on fire unless there was something in it for her.

[h0ney-dames]

DAMN GROUP HEADCANONS

Please keep in mind that these are MY headcanons, you don't like them? Cry to someone who cares!!

Dear:

- this dear is a they/them in my opinion

- dear dyed their hair before becoming a teacher and didnt change back

- dear lets lasko help do their hair, even if its just small clips, lasko is suprisingly good

- dears family is orginally from africa but moved before dear was born

- dear cant see close up thats why they need glasses

- the headband use to be laskos

Freelancer:

- freelancer is genderfluid

- freelancer was in an unempowered band

- freelancer and huxley have matching necklaces

- freelancer dyed their hair so often, gavin helps a lot

- their jacket has embroidery from back pre-damn

- they got a shit ton of peircings cus “fuck it we ball”

Huxley:

- again, matching necklaces

- huxley constantly makes flower crowns during spring of summer (damien has hayfever and HATES the amount of pollen in the house/apartment i forgot what they had)

- huxley has virtuligo on his lower body that is especially clear on his arms/neck

- his moms taught him how to do his hair

- he has stitches on the inside of his varsity jacket that freelancer did for everyone, they got one for co-worker after friendsgiving

- huxley is the type of guy to put small trinkets in peoples pockets, specifically flowers, specifically lavender

Damien:

- damien has acne and a few scars from the inversion, his poliosis was caused from school stress and the inversion

- he has had the same glasses since he was 7, and he gets them updated every year, meaning hes left without glasses for a week, freelancer and gavin find this halarious

- he is deaf in his left ear but has a hearing aid for it (why? No one knows it just deteriorated over time)

- his choker was a gift from freelancer, one time he almost melted the leather onto his skin

- he has a good skincare routine, still gets acne (huxley likes popping them no i will not explain)

- he has spiderwebs embroidered onto the collar of his jacket

Lasko:

- laskos hair was naturally a light blonde, but he eventually decided that dyeing it white seemed nicer (whys your hair turned white? “Cus it makes me look badass” so why are your nails black? “Cus it makes me look FABULOUSS” /ref)

- Lasko lovee the little bows in his hair, sometimes he unties them to fiddle with or tie round his fingers as reminders

- Heterphobia eyes

- He has small acne scars + He. Has. DIMPLES.

- He had braces for the longest time because he was scared to book a dentist appointment

- He has some joint issues in his leg so he will sometimes use a cane, he has stickers on it to repersent his friends

Gavin:

- naturally sparkles like edward cullen

- Wears eye makeup like the bad bitch he is. He can do FLAWLESS eyeliner (he taught damien how)

- Sometimes steals freelancers earrings (AND SANITISES THEM.)

- Changes his eye colour just to fuck with damien and lasko

- His hair style is the same as aethers from genshin impact dont judge me ok??

- Damien and freelancer stuck stickers all over his horns during an INTENSE study sesh were he fell asleep on the sofa

‼️EXTRA, lil bit of spicy headcanons‼️

Not really but kinda

- damien likes to hold huxleys hand when kissing, huxley likes it cus damien has warm hands

- lasko has cried while kissing dear on multiple occasians

- deviant likes to use gavins horns go drag him off to go kiss in places when they want some kisses

- laskos sensitive to kisses on his shoulders, neck and collarbones, he blushes like crazy

[merakiui]

MERARAAA SO LIKE IN SOCIAL SCIENCE EARLIER WE WERE DISCUSSING BOUT COUNSELING and then my teacher mentioned somethin bout "you cant fall in love with ur client" and u also cannot have any relationship with ur co workers and that there are diff types of work settings for counselors and that it also includes bout working in a prison or something like that(my teacher mentioned something bout prison but i dont remember 😭) and that the pay is high BUT LIKE BUT LIKE I SUDDENLY REMEMBERED SK!FLOYD AND SK!JADE LIKE AAHHHHHH IMAGINE ALL THE POTENTIALS1?1???1?1?1?1?1?1??1

AAAAA YES YES!!!!! I've been wanting to discuss an au swap in which Jade is the death row inmate being interviewed by his journalist darling and Floyd is the one obsessed with eating human meat and keeping Reader captive. >:) there truly is an abundance of possibilities. All of the creepy conversations you and Jade have during interviews, where he's so civil and so respectfully charming that it throws you off each time. How could someone so courteous be a brutal, remorseless killer?

Jade takes one look at you and he can already list off which of your limbs he'd want to indulge in first. He can describe all of his murders in such horrifying, clinical detail; it really feels encyclopedic in nature, the way he speaks so calmly about a subject so grotesque. His withdrawal symptoms are probably so terrible as well. Though he's composed on the outside, internally he's salivating over you. It's not the same eating animal meat. It's so upsetting. He can't even eat animal meat without his body feeling as if it should reject it. >_< he sits before you in handcuffs and he digs his nails into his palms to ground himself. He wants to sink his teeth into your jugular so badly... it's truly not fair he's trapped in these cuffs. Were he not confined and muzzled like an animal, he'd lunge across the table and kill you in cold blood. One day he'll snap and that'll get him the straitjacket. But even if he can taste just a drop of your blood, it will have been worth it.

Omg and what if he turns to eating himself.......... :o they've had to stop and restrain him countless times to prevent him from chewing his fingers off, from gnawing at his wrist, from taking chunks of flesh out of his arm just to sate a monstrous craving... meeting with you is good company, but it takes such a toll on Jade because, though you're an entertaining journalist with boundless curiosity, you look like the perfect meal.

As for Floyd, he's reckless and isn't nearly as meticulous as Jade, but he knows how to cover his bases. After all, he has to take care to hide you well so that the authorities won't take you away. Living with sk!Floyd is just as stressful as living with sk!Jade. The only difference is that you never know if Floyd truly meant it when he said he'd keep you alive. He's so mercurial, his tastes always fluctuating, and his mood swings keep you on edge. You fear upsetting him because it could end horribly for you. But Floyd seems to be so happy with you around, and he doesn't treat you too poorly. In fact, he cooks lots of meals for you. For someone who kidnapped you, it feels like he spoils you.

But then you know not to get too comfortable. No matter how optimistic or childish or sweet he may seem, he is still dangerous. It's scary how much you underestimated just how intelligent he can be when the situation calls for it.

[medusa12346]

CHOOSE AN IDOL ~How do you appear at first glance, your best characteristics and your flaws!

Pile 1

You come off as creative and joyful! Lively and energetic. Fake maknae, I heard- LMAO-BUT THIS IS JUNGKOOK’S PILE, HE IS THE MAKNAE THOUGH- You’re always bursting with ideas, your head’s never empty! You appear simple and sweet and (short?)You appear as if you’re a puppy, you’re in the experimental stage as well!You get bored of things quickly and are always searching for more! You could tie your hair in a simple bun, ARIESS ENERGY! You don’t mind spontaneity and are always up for adventures. You may appear a bit naive and trust anyone and everyone easily. You appear as if you need balance in your life. You always look at the positive in life and don’t ignore opportunities, literally I love y'all lmfao-And you don’t seem to be afraid of cutting ties or leaving something that isn’t serving your higher purpose, you’re a baddass bitch!You don’t brood over what went wrong, but instead you celebrate your achievements!

PILE 2-

AAAHHH MY TAURUS BABIES

You come of as someone always moving forward, yet you have the maturity to calm down and relax. You seem very confident and self loving which appeals to a lot of people. You appear as the perfect partner!! You seem loving and compassionate, and a perfect blend of masculine and feminine energies! Intelligent and problem solving too! You appear very giving and an avid social worker! You’re very nurturing and at your best too AHHHHHHHHH- However you may seem a little materialistic and out of peace, though. Is yellow important for you? You have sown your seeds and watch them grow (kids, business, money, literal plants etc) and its time for you to relax. You seem like an all rounder, and a magician WOW. You’re very firm with your designs and aren’t afraid to speak up. You’re practical and grounded and not up in the clouds. If you are an imaginer, then you don’t just imagine, you work on it! KEEP IT UP YALL

PILE 3-

You seem full of love and always happy, were you attracted to the first pile, my loves? (YOU MIGHT SAY ‘MY LOVES’ A LOT???) You seem experienced and ready to share those expereinces as well! you might appear as if you don’t/cant sleep I- You were/are very patient with whatever you’re starting/had started and waiting/had waited for your rewards (aww 🥺pls be continue being patient guys). You might look like you’re always on the internet though. I see you being very physical as well! You might only focus on the negative sometimes. Seems like you made the right decisions in life, generally and you are wise as well. Aah, Leo placements? You might hide a lot too, a fake extrovert, I’m hearing? PEOPLE MIGHT WORSHIP YOU-??? You can be very religious, Christians here? (No harm, or hatred here, don’t hate on religions please.) DAMN YOU SEEM SUCCESSFUL, HAPPY, AND RICH YALL, I DONT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY! YOUR LIFE SEEMS PERFECT EVEN WHEN ITS NOT! (okay but please express your emotions bruh)

I hope it resonated!

Signing off, medusa :)

[ultra-raging-ghost]

Alright. Imma just say it. Something is wrong with the theme park and Ollie. Because at first, it just seems really sweet right? Ollie seems charming and super nice to Bad- a true friend, if you will. But what initially started out as "getting help" for a "surprise for cucurucho" in the form of a ferris wheel turned into Bad being responsible for an entire theme park. Ok. But like. Why tho.

Also what is up with the snakes and raccoons that just randomly appear every time Bad tries to show the bunny workers his work- therefore inadvertently causing him problems that lead to bad reviews by the bunnies. And more importantly: Bad owing Cucurucho more debt each time.

There's something interesting about that last part and this whole situation intrigues me so much if Cucurucho really is manipulating Bad into becoming closer, and ultimately, slowly integrate him into the Federation.

- alchemicaladarna

EXACTLY

see the thing is i have to agree with bad that i think cucuruchos setting bad up for a debt payment so theyre forced to interact daily! Like a baby trap but with financials kjkhjgvhjbnjk

i wrote this in a post like i think two ish days ago that cucurucho seems to be testing bads boundaries, which includes forcing bad to somehow pay cucurucho or be in debt to cucurucho, both things which bad hates because he really likes being at the top of the ladder on the richness scale!! Like he checks that stupid thing so often just to make sure hes still at the top when in reality theres like a 10K GAP between him and the second richest person on the server

Like its so sus how this is the second time cucuruchos made bad indebted to him within the past couple days. And bad really couldve just refused to pay cucurucho back (it was just a netherite block that bad didnt even have that we WATCHED cucurucho destroy) but instead bad bended and said that he'd find a way to pay cucurucho back even if getting a fucking BLOCK OF NETHERITE would take FOREVER

AND THE THING IS!!!! THE THING IS!!!! I am 90% confident cucurucho didnt expect bad to be honest and give him back that whole stack of netherite blocks, it was a VERY OBVIOUS TEMPTATION to try and get bad to refuse to give them back but instead he did so and cucurucho panicked and decided to fabricate a false debt on his own

But the thing is, a block of netherite is something one can forget about especially when bad doesnt actually have it, so instead he made bad in debt with something a little more tangible, something bad cant just give back to him all at once (or that he didnt want to - of course bad could do it he has WELL over 12k but bad hoards his money like a dragon). So instead cucurucho charged bad an exuberant price for something he shouldnt have even known existed just so bad would be forced to interact with him and go out of his way to give him exactly 12 coins a day!! Cucurucho was even nice enough to take 3k off just because he likes bad (thats a quote, that was crazy)!!!

AND cucurucho did the math in his head, if bad were to stick to their debt agreement bad would be paying him back for a little under 3 years !!! Bro had a fucking calculator on hand!!! 2.74 years i believe were his calculations, a thousand days!! Bro is counting!!!

like im just saying its so sus,, its so sus i UNDERSTAND and i hope its on purpose and that they DO SOMETHING WITH IT!!!

AND SIDE NOTE!!!! THESE BUNNIES ARE SO CRINGEFAIL!!!! WHY ARE ALL OF THEM ALWAYS ON HALF A HEART???? The bear fed workers werent doing allat!!!!! It seems like every time a rabbit is around bad theyre always on 2 hearts constantly getting downed, every other time bad sees ollie hes picking her up from getting downed, he had to save the two tie rabbits several times today, sipi kept getting downed, etc. etc. that cant not be planned, its like they go out of their way to be weak to be able to make these accusations that cause bad to get fined that cause him to be in debt like THATS CRAZY RIGHT???

I dont think i saw any bear fed workers get downed until fucking CELLBIT started killing them, and pre-theme park weve rarely/never seen a bunny properly get downed, even when they were around bad, Ronnie was mostly stalking and hiding and jumping around and excited, they didnt get downed nearly as much!!! Its crazy!!!

EDIT: EDITING THIS TO SAY. LOWEST OF KEYS. REALLY SUS THAT OLLIE CLAIMED IT WAS FOR A CELEBRATION FOR CUCURUCHO, BUT REFUSED TO ELABORATE ON WHICH CELEBRATION... BAD ASKED IF IT WAS HIS BIRTHDAY OR LIKE A BOSS APPRECIATION DAY OR SOMETHING AND SHE JUST AGREED NONCOMMITTALLY AND REFUSED TO ELABORATE.. A LITTLE ODDDDD

[divinesolas]

Hi there ❤️

I saw that your requests are open and i would like to request something if you dont mind.

Maybe one where reader has the same age of ethan but she was in a relationship with Richie (she meet Richie in the store when she was hired and Richie was a worker at that store ) but Ethan was in love with her (they go to the same school /college) so he got heartbroken when he discovered that reader its dating his brother the time that he went to the store to buy something (angsty) In the end he convinces her that he is a better option. Thank you so much ❤️

The better brother

Warnings | highschool!ethan (seniors), RICHIE 🤮 (you are 18 richie is 20 ethan is 18 quinn is 19), you and richie work at a convenience store, neglected and insecure ethan, cursing, richie is a major asshole, angst with happy ending !!! seriously richie is an ass. not proofread !!

wc | 2.4k

a/n: thank you for the request i really liked writing this prompt! maybe a little different than what you wanted but i hope you enjoy!!

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"Ill see you later." "bye richie." he kissed you on the cheek before he got out of the car and walked into work. You had school today so you just had come to drop him off, you watched him walk in before driving off.

The two of you had been dating for almost two months now. You started working at the same place as him, for four months, he was the store manager so you two were constantly with each other and he asked you out soon after.

You were happy, mostly. Richie was nice yes but he seemed kind of distant most of the time unless you two were at work and you were helping him stock or he needed a ride to work. But he was nice, yes....

You dont wanna think about it any more as you arrive at school. You get out of your car and walk towards the building, "Good morning." You turn and see ethan standing in his usual spot waiting for you like he always does.

Ethan has been a friend of yours since the beginning of the school year, he was sweet and smart (and super cute.) You two had a couple of classes together so he waited outside for you every morning so he could walk to class with you.

"Good morning e." He smiles at you and you smile back, "did you finish the paper for english yet?" you groan, "dont even remind me." he laughs and begins to walk along side you to class.

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Ethan didnt know when he began to like you. Maybe it was when on the first day of school this year when you sat down next to him you smiled or maybe it was when you didn't mind as he talked your ear off about comic books or maybe it was when you comforted him while his cat was at the vet and he had to go to school.

He didn't know and frankly he didn't care all he knew is that he liked you, he liked you so much he didn't know how to tell you. Everyday he would try to build up the courage to confess to you and once he finally tries he sees your smiling face and he fails.

Today at school you looked especially gorgeous, he tried to tell you but he just wouldn't come out and hes so frustrated with himself, why cant he just suck it up and say you looked pretty. On the walk home hes beating himself up, maybe he should just text you? no you said you had work after school he shouldn't.

He rolls his eyes at the text from quinn to pick up a bag of takis for her and tries to tell her no but shes insistent he gets them so groans as he begins the walk to the store. He finally arrives and begins to look around to find the chips, where the hell were they?

He finally finds the isle and spots two employees standing in the isle stocking the shelf, they look so familiar-

"it wasnt that bad."

"you cannot be serious the menu was actually horrible."

oh my god, it was you. and his brother? he hides around the corner unable to take his eyes off the scene, you work here? with his brother?

"well i liked it." you shrug as you put another bag on the shelf.

"you just dont understand good movies babe its not my fault."

He feels his stomach drop as he watches richie kiss you, no. He might throw up as he watches you shove him and shake your head saying something about being at work. his eyes begin to water as his hands shake.

Richie. Of course. the shadow he'll always live behind, the man he can never compete with. His older brother, hes the star of the family, his dad adores him so much to the point ethan was so neglected by his father to the point he decided to take his mothers name instead. His father never cared, not when he had his star son.

In his shock ethan drops his phone and it hits the hard ground with a bang, "shit." this was awful, ethan bent down to grab it but unable to spot it behind his watery eyes. The loud sound must have alerted you two and he looked up to see the two of you standing over him.

"Ethan?" You looked the most shocked to see him. He quickly looked back down and grabbed his phone hoping you didn't see his watery face.

"oh hey ethan." richie wrapped an arm around your shoulder with a smirk while greeting him. ethan cant even look at you. Of course youd date a guy like richie, he was a lot cooler than he was. God why did he have to suck so fucking much?

"you know ethan?" you sound confused as you look at richie, ethan looks at the ground wishing it was open up and shallow him whole so he could get far far away from here. "of course i do hes my baby brother, isnt that right ethan?" he's mocking him. ethan's tears begin to flow freely down his face.

You brush richies arm off and take another step closer to ethan, you look concerned and it makes him feel awful he was so fucking embarrassed.

"Ethan are you okay?" Ethan nods his head and races out of the store ignoring you yelling after him. He begins to sob as he feet hit the ground hard as he runs away from the store.

At some point he cant run anymore, he can barely breath because of how hard he was crying. He sits at some random bench and cries his heart out.

His heart is broken. its squeezing in his chest, he puts his hand over it and wishes he could just rip it out of his chest because that's exactly how it felt.

--

You stand frozen in the store looking at the soot ethan was just standing. You move to go after him before a hand grabs your arm, "dont worry about him babe." You turn to richie who was a smirk on his face.

"He was clearly upset-" Richie rolls his eyes, growing more annoyed at the conversation about his brother, "hes always been a fucking crybaby, it's nothing to sweat about. fucking annoying." He mumbles to the last part under his breath but you can hear it and you stare at him in disbelief.

"Hes your brother you shouldn't take about him like that-" richie groans and throws his hands uo in the air, "thats just how he his babe," "dont call me babe." "hes a fucking whiner! thats just how it is, he always has been. And he never shuts the fuck up sometimes like jesus christ no one gives a shit about your fucking comic books man. Me and dad make bets to see how long he'll keep his mouth shut." He laughs to himself as he reflects on the memories but you can only stare at him in disgust.

Who the hell was the guy standing in front of you? Your face contorts into anger as you feel yourself get defensive over ethan, "You make me sick." You hiss at him, "How dare you talk about him like that?" He rolls his eyes, "Why do you care so much-" "Cause hes my fucking friend! and you disgust me with the way you talk about him. I feel like i dont even fucking know you right now."

"if you like him so much than you go fuck him or something." You stand in shock, who the fuck did he think he was. you grab your name tag and rip it off your shirt. "Go fuck yourself richie. I quit and we're fucking done." You storm off and he sighs, "you cant be fucking serious right now." you turn back to him, "yes richie i'm done serious you make me sick."

He rushes over to you and grabs you by the arm, He looks at you with a disgusted expression, "over him? really?" Youre face contorts to one of disbelief, "Yes! Youre a piece of shit! ethan is a nice guy, much nicer than you."

He shakes his head at you in disbelief as he lets go of your arm, "What so youre in love with him or something, i didn't know you were a fucking whore. Its good were done i dont wanna be dating a slut."

Your fist slams into his jaw and he hits the ground, hard. "Never. Ever. Speak to me like that. And if i ever catch you talking shit about ethan i will do worse than punch you seriously." You spit on him as you walk out slamming the door hard behind you.

You feel yourself shaking with anger. Was that a stupid decision, maybe. did you regret it? hell no. You can barely believe richie and how mush of an ass he was, thankfully you found out sooner rather than later.

You can barely even be bothered with richie right now, but right now all you can think of is ethan, you begin to look around trying to see if you can spot ethan, he doesn't drive so he must have walked here.

"Ethan?" You call out and begin to walk in what what hopefully the right direction, you're mind races as you try to find him. Was he okay? He was clearly crying before, you continue to call for him before you see a figure crouched over on a bench. Ethan.

You rush over and call for him, "Ethan." You sit next to him and you feel your heart drop at his shoulders which are shaking and you can hear him sobbing into his hands.

You try to grab his face out of his hands but he doesn't let you, "Ethan please." You feel your heart break as he shakes his head furiously, "Leave me please." His voice breaks as he tries to speak, you can barely make out his words. "Im not going anywhere, ethan please."

He reluctantly moved his hands from his face and you cup his cheeks, you frown as you see his teary eyes, his wet face and the pout on his face. "Ethan." Its hushed, you pull him into your arms. he wraps his arms around you tightly as his head finds its way to your neck as he begin to cry again.

You attempt to comfort him by running your hands through is hair, "what wrong ethan? please talk to me. I hate seeing you like this." His cries only get worse, "ill never be good enough." youre confused, "dont say that ethan its not true-" "of course its true! ill never be good enough for anything or anyone, especially not you."

You freeze, the hand in his hair stops its motion as he continues, "why am i so awful, if i wasn't so terrible, if i wasnt so annoying, if i was him, you would choose me. Why cant it ever be me who gets choosen?"

You pull back and grab both of his cheeks, hes look down at your lap. You wipe the tears of hiss face, "Ethan-" "I dont want your pity." he continues to look down and he pulls away from you and begins to furiously wipe his face with is sleeves, "Ethan-"

"hes always had everything i ever wanted, i dont know why im so surprised he got you too." Your heart is racing at the implications of his words, does he mean- "of course he got the girl im in love with."

You rethink over everything interaction youve had with ethan over the past couple months. you always looked forward to seeing him every morning at school with his smile and his awkwardness. He told the most horrible jokes but they made you laugh so much that when you thought about them later in the day you laughed to yourself to the point you must have looked crazy to everyone around you, he always cheered you on if you had a test and always made time to help you study even if it conflicted with his schedule. You hated the days he was out of school, they would feel lonely and empty and you would spent the whole day texting him. even the thought of his smile made you smile- oh my god. You were in love with him.

With richie it felt like just passing time, like you knew it was never going to be you and him in the end but you still wanted it to work. You grab his face for the third time and force him to look at you. "Ethan, you have to be honest with me, do you mean what you're saying?" He nods, "Of course i do, ive been in love with you for forever." he covers yours hands with his, "i know youre with my brother but i need you to know i've always loved you and if you could ever consider the possibility of liking me back-"

You kiss him and you feel in gasp against you, he soon enough begins to kiss you back. It feels like electricity running through your body as the sparks between you two fly out everywhere. It was perfect, richies kisses were rushed, like he wanted to get it over with but with ethan he was slower, like he wanted to savor every second of you and every bit of you.

You two pull away for a air and he stares at you in disbelief, "im in love with you too ethan." His eyes widen as he shakes his head, "no no youre not richie-" "me and richie are done. Hes a dick." Ethan laughs, "I realized while he was talking shit about you that it was never him. When he was talking about you and then me i got so mad i fucking quit and punched him across the face." you laugh as his mouth opens in shock, "no-" "yes! because i felt so much for you. i love you ethan and im sorry i didn't realize it sooner."

A huge smile falls on his face and yours reflects his, more tears begin to fall but this time theyre happy ones, "god im so fucking happy right now." you laugh as he pulls you into another kiss.

"did you really punch him?"

"yeah and i fucking spit on the asshole too."

"I fucking love you."

[flemlem]

ive been thinking (again, I know 🙄), specifically about Fed!Tubbo. I think if the fed bring him back its gonna be one of a couple things.

The first possibility my favourite (im hella biased) is that he comes back working for the Feds but not like, hes been brainwashed. No. No hes fucking Terrified. I want them to threaten him, i was them to hold his life in the balance. I want them to give him free access to create but Only when he's making a machine for Them. Otherwise he has to get it the hard way. I want them to send him out, to let him live with Sunny again but I want him to be checking over his shoulder every second. I want him to go pale and tense whenever he sees a fed worker, scared as hell that this time he might not do a good enough job. That they may take him out of the equation silently, not giving him a chance to warn sunny, to say goodbye. He doesnt want to leave her without saying goodbye Again.

I do also love it if they didnt ask for anything in return. They dont make him work for them or anything like that. The only catch is that hes not quite The Same as before. Its not that hes like, different. Hes still the same person hes just off. Most people are suddenly more ... skittish ... around him. The first couple days a couple people try to bring it up. But he just... Looks At Them. Just kinda, observes for a few seconds and moves on as if they hadn't said anything. Its weird cause theres nothing outwardly wrong with him and he still seems to act the same(most of the time) but theres just Something Wrong. Though, if none of the kids care they Guess it cant be That serious? Right?

And Yet Another good one (im once again biased) is that hes just, normal. Nothing is wrong. Genuinely nothing. But the Paranoia has set into the island and none of the islanders can trust the feds, except for maybe foolish and jaiden, but foolish is still Slight Concerned. They keep trying to test Tubbo, trying to find out if hes Still Him or not. He never gets anything wrong and while that comforts Some of the islanders, calming the all consuming paranoia, others still arent convinced. They fall entirely into the clutches of paranoia. They do Rash Things. They try to take sunny away, they try to kidnap tubbo, fully believing that That Isnt Tubbo. Maybe they torcher him, desperate to know where their friend is, how this Doppelganger has All Of His Memories. They want this Shallow Mimic of their friend to suffer just as much as Tubbo surely had to for the copy to be This Good. They're never Really convinced that it really Is Tubbo, but they back off eventually. waiting for something to happen to prove them right after those that had been Fooled had blown up at then for what they did. They would wait.

[d10nsaint]

“I WAS FEELING INSECURE—SO INSECURE THAT YOU MIGHT NOT LOVE ME ANYMORE.”

ft. Aki Hayakawa

tw: insecurities, personal comfort, slight self insert , h!m€n0

On some days— your worst, your insecurities skyrocketed. You’d stand before the mirror, wishing for everything to go away.Your insecurities had such a far range, from yourself and your body and habits, to your boyfriend and those who surrounded him.

To you, it just was that everyone around Aki was perfect—beautiful, strong, assertive—and you were, well, you. You weren’t a beautiful boss, or a strong devil hunter with a team to lead. You were a normal person with a normal job.

Aki never understood your insecurities. You were his world, his safe space, where he went for advice. He knew about your ‘days’, and just couldn’t understand. You’re so perfect— whats there to be sad about?

He knows to—sometimes—leave you alone during times like this. Things like these are personal battles and you cant overcome them with help—its a battle of your own mind and how you see yourself. He can only help you in the aftermath.

Sometimes, during these ‘episodes, you’d just listen to music on an outdated music player, with an old play going on in the background.

He knocked on the bedroom door, just coming back from work.

“..[name]? are you in there?” He noticed that Denji and Power weren’t home yet—it was so quiet. ‘I wonder what they’re fucking up now,’ he thought as he twisted the door handle open.

He slowly opened the door to find you sitting on the bed, head on a pillow, with your eyes at the cealing.

“..[name]?” He looked at you oddly. “Are you awake?”

Your gaze slowly shifted from the ceiling to his tall frame, peeking through the door. He looked so handsome, so effortlessly. He was also just so caring, so sweet. An amazing boyfriend. Multiple times, you’d ‘joke’ and say that he was too good for you.

“Aki,” you sighed, happy that it was him and not Power or Denji—you loved them, sure, but they were both insanely loud and ignorant, and at the moment, you couldn’t take the noise. You covered up the sigh with a light laugh, “Im sorry, I didnt hear you come through the door- come, sit.” You patted the sheets near you so he could sit next to you, exactly where he liked to be. But something was off.

He slowly shuffled over to sit next to you, as you propped yourself up again to lie down. He bent over to give you a quick kiss that seemed to put you deep in thought.

“ [Name], what’re you thinking about?” He seemed so confused and concerned—He was so genuine.

“I was just feeling so insecure,” you started, taking a deep breath before finishing, “so insecure that you might not love me anymore.”

A moment of silence filled the room before he let out a fake cough. “..why is that?” He was perplexed. Hasn’t he been taking care of you? Showing you affection?

You took a deep breath—what you were about to say was going to take a whole lot of guts, but it’ll also get so much off of your chest. You knew it was better to talk about your problems and come to a helpful agreement.

“Himeno.” Her name came out like a cracked whisper, maybe even a sob. “Himeno,..shes a reason that I feel like that.Shes always so close to you, so touchy. To any outsider, it looks like you both are dating.”

You turned over to the wall so you wouldn’t face him. You sounded so stupid. But you tried so hard for him, and he knew. At this point, you didn’t even know if he was being oblivious on purpose. How could a man not notice how close she was?

“ [Name], you know I dont like Himeno, we’re just co-workers. Sometimes, I even find her antics annoying.” He rubbed your back as he spoke, then leaned down to plant a kiss to the side of your neck.

“I dont know what i have to do to prove it to you, but I really dont like Himeno like how I like you.” He moved his body so he’d be getting off the bed.

“I’ll leave you in here. Tell me if theres anything you need,alright?” He walked to the door and almost finished closing it when you turned over a bit.

“Hey Aki?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

[pommunist]

I really appreciate coming to your blog, to be honest for me its like a healing balm after even just skimming and scrolling others feelings on all of this. I feel like sometimes people are so unreasonable and it hurts to see people "taking sides" at all with this situation.

All Ive ever cared about with this issue is the facts. The fact that a lot of workers got screwed over and instead of buckling down and talking to people QStudios would rather it all just stop happening, make changes and not acknowledge what they did. Honestly they dont have to say anything that even takes blame for it! All anyone was asking for at first was a goddamn DM man. Like they didnt even care if they got fired they just wanted a message SAYING that. But somehow they "cant talk about it" otherwise they would be "complicate" as if they were expecting people to sue them before anyone was even suggesting that?

Everyone is acting like legality is so important as if the people who first stepped up about all of this were instigating lawsuits when thats only happening NOW because they refused to say anything! Its like...why did they have to be "careful with what they say for legal reasons" when no one was threating to sue them. Almost as if they KNEW what they were doing was considered illegal and DID have grounds for legal recourse. If not then why not make ANY statement? Why be so scared to say anything at the beginning? It just dosnt make any sense. I mean even the Union was like "we dont wanna sue you just talk to your workers" at first!

It just feels a bit like a lot of this is being blown out of proportion and considering in his last stream Q ONLY talked about himself getting doxed (not saying that Q is "over reacting" from getting doxed by the way, of course, but rather the community seems to want to use this as a reason to exempt him from any wrong doing), the Brazilians (which by the way the fact that it took ALL OF THIS SHIT for him to BARLY EVEN mention the xenophobia is just….wild ill say), and that hes not gonna be the CEO anymore and like….okay cool dude not what anyone wanted a stream from you about but like pop off I guess. It just feels like every stream hes done about this situation never clears up anything and gives vague promises that dont seem to be held or at the very least is giving us basically no info and just promises.

Amen to all of that anon ! Like everyone (including myself i’ll admit) is saying how it’s difficult to speak about these things because it could lead to legal consequences but also… You want to avoid a lawsuit ? You truly have a desire to make things right ? Then go talk to your workers. Give them the answers they’ve been waiting for. Listen to their experience, listen to their demands, listen to what they want from you. Release a statement with full excuses on the behalf of the whole company to them, thank them for what they did. Pay them the fair compensation you owe them for the months of labour they did for your project. Demand that your community and everyone else leave them be in peace, and condemn everyone who doesn’t.

Like sure, that may need you to admit that you did wrong which could be used against you in court but lets be for real. Lawsuits are stressful, can cost money and are time consuming, so who, especially young people without a lot of money and ressources to their disposal, is going to want to go through that whole legal process after getting everything they wanted and deserved from you ?

This isn’t talking about the Q vs the higher ups who refused to pay the admins and mistreated them btw thats a whole different legal affairs but still then, wouldn’t ex admins have be able to provide you screenshots of payments and conversations that you could then use in your favour in court ?

Also my blog where all I talk about is workers exploitation is like a healing balm to you anon ? You sure you’re okay ? /j ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

[n7punk]

i know this is a long shot because i remember little and i'm pretty sure i've asked before and no one knew what book i was talking about but does anyone know a book that:

came out 10+ years ago

aimed at SOMEWHERE in the 8-15yo range (i realize this is a big range, but i don't remember when i read it, just that it was in the childrens section).

is a werewolf book but there's very little werewolf in it (do you know how hard it is to find a specific, non-popular childrens/pre-teen barely-werewolf book. google does not like it)

the setting is vaguely medieval/generic fantasy although i dont remember there being much fantasy outside of werewolves. maybe some alchemy? i really dont think magic obviously existed for much of the story

the main character is a girl (Also in the 8-15 range i would guess) who is living with a family that isn't her exact birth family (stepmom, grandparents, orphan taken in, i dont remember but it was something like that) and it isn't Great but mostly because they're poor and she's the weak link i think

for some reason she gets taken to a quarry and i remember it being her family's fault. like they didn't protect her from the working draft, did it to pay off their debts, etc. she's forced to work but makes friends with the other workers and i think she ends up seeming unusual in some way (strength to work when grown men cant, healing and recovering, etc. a plague sweeps through and she's fine and it's suspicious) there.

somehow she ends going from there to the palace. i remember her having some tie with the royal family but i think she also might have just befriended their daughter or something.

she was on the run either on the way to the palace or afterwards. she hid in a barn or under a trapdoor or something

here's the distinct part: that book ends with her in the woods, discovering she's a werewolf with the help of other wolf(ves). she has an injury at the base of her neck where the hair has grown back pure white (a sign of werewolfism???)

i feel like it was setting up for a sequel but have no idea if that ever happened. a few Extremely sparse details of this book have been burned in the back of my mind for like fifteen years and i have no clue what the fuck it was. any parts of this could be incorrect/missing because ive remembered this so many times off and on over the years that idk what parts are real or my brain filling in the gaps. i might be combining two books honestly but i dont think i am.

like i feel like her birth parent(s) (maybe just one) were wolves in the woods that she didnt know were werewolves, she started showing signs of being supernatural in the quarry, someone (rasputin-ish) kind of recognized that in her and had her brought to the palace to more carefully study (unbeknownst to her, to a certain degree), she became really good friends with a noble lady there her age, discovered her family might have ties to the royal one, but was still essentially a prisoner. one night she tried to sneak out and the princess(?) caught her but then ended up covering her ass so she could climb the wall and went on the run. she hid in a barn at one point, was discovered by a family and hid from the same kind of patrol that took her to the quarry. somehow she ended up injured, limping into the woods, where she discovered she was a werewolf. and then the book ended. but that sounds so inexplicable i feel like half of it has to be wrong! so i really want to find this book again but i cant figure out what to even google to find this weird fucking story again and i would feel like a lunatic going back to my childhood library 15 years later or whatever and trying to describe this fever dream to them.

[bridgyrose]

Could we please get some Joanna x Willow romantic cuddle-smut, pretty please?

(Went a bit more sfw for this one)

Willow hesitated for a moment as she watched Joanna take off her coat, a blush starting to cross her lips as she poured another glass of wine for the two of them. Her eyes kept glancing at the muscles the huntress had, enjoying the company much more than she did Jacques. “You’re sure you’re okay with this? I cant exactly pay you without my husband questioning where the money is going, but I can make sure a hefty donation is sent to you and your huntress group-” 

“That wont be necessary, Mrs. Schnee,” Joanna said as she sat down next to Willow. “This is still a mission that I accepted, even if it is a bit… unorthodox. Though, Robyn did suggest we branch out with what we do.” 

“Still, I’m glad you accepted. Seems to be the only way I can help Mantle anymore.” 

“Why do you care so much about Mantle? Dont you Atleaseans hate us?” 

Willow paused for a moment at the accusation, slowly picking up the wine glass and swirling the wine around. She had always cared about Mantle, its where her family was from, where her father Nicholas grew up. And while she was born into Mantle and raised in Atlas, she never forgot those roots, always looking for ways to help the people of Mantle whenever Atlas abandoned them. Though, after marrying Jacques, it became harder to give Mantle any sort of support. First it was the questions about where the money was going to, who she was spending time with or buying out, then came the rants about how the citizens were ungrateful about the jobs that were opened as more dust mines were reclaimed, the way he talked about the faunus as tools more than people, the threats he gave about shutting down every dust shop the SDC supplied until the workers would submit to him. All the while getting pushed away in the marriage she never wanted, raising her kids to resent her as she fell to drinking to numb the pain of having to watch everything her father had built be destroyed by greed. 

“Is everything okay?” Joanna asked. 

Willow took a sip of her wine, savoring the taste as she sat the glass back down. “Everything is fine, just having a few second thoughts.” 

“About this?” 

“About my choices that were out of my control.” Willow took a breath and put up a fake smile as she adjusted how she sat on the couch, leaning in towards Joanna. “But I’ll be fine with you. Assuming a strapping, young huntress such as yourself can handle someone like me.” 

Joanna rolled her eyes a bit. “I can handle you.” 

“And what about your alcohol?” Willow sat up a bit and grabbed a second glass of wine to hand to Joanna, her blush growing as she really looked over Joanna. She had always prided herself on being able to act like a proper woman should whenever she needed to, but being with a huntress like Joanna, being with a woman who didnt want to use her for her money or status, was here of her own volition when the request was put on the Mantle mission board instead of being forced or paid to show like an escort. 

She bit down on her lip as she offered the glass to Joanna, swirling the wine around to get the aroma in the air. “You can relax, enjoy yourself. Get comfortable. This “mission” of yours today isnt one that you have force yourself to do anything for my enjoyment, today is a day for you to spend time with an old woman who wants a bit of company.” 

Joanna took the glass of wine, setting it down next to her. “And what kind of company are you looking for, exactly? Usually when an Atleasean pays for a huntsman for company-” 

“I dont want anything like that. What I want is for someone to be comfortable, to want to be here.” Willow drained the rest of the wine from her glass and got up to grab a bottle of whiskey, gently pouring it like she did the wine. “To spend time with a… washed up huntress who’s married to a man who wants nothing more than money.” 

“You should probably sit down before you hurt yourself.” 

Willow took a sip of her whiskey, sitting down next to Joanna and leaning in close to her. She enjoyed the feel of the huntress against her, feeling safer than she had in years, feeling more comfortable than she ever knew she could. A smile crossed her lips as she started to get comfortable against Joanna, draining the last of the whiskey from her glass. “All I want is someone to cuddle with.” 

Joanna sighed and put an arm around Willow, gently running her fingers along her side. “And you’re sure this is all you want?” 

Willow nodded, content against the huntress as she cuddled against her. “Just cuddling. Safety.” She relaxed a bit and closed her eyes to doze off, listening to Joanna’s heart beat. “Like things used to be.”