#i'm tired guyssss

[saamaton]

the sensory experience of coming home from work with a headache in a train where two dogs are barking extremely loudly and a child is yelling and the whole train cart smells of weed.

[cecilyacat]

Me: oof, finally I'm leaving Lisbon, that city is way too hilly for me. Off to Porto!

Porto: hold my beer

😭

[hoshigray]

idk if you’re taking in requests or thirsts but imagine giving toji a lap dance and even then he’s still the one who’s in charge and shiittt 😵‍💫

i want him so bad 😞

lol, why did I think of a stripper AU when I saw this? Also, this ask is like MONTHS old, I'm so sorry...also tysm for 4.9k guyssss, ur too kind

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Toji x stripper fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - sensual movements; lap dances + bumping and grinding - kisses (f! receiving) - clitoral stimulation - breast fondling + nipple play - biting/nibbling- pet names (angel, baby, sweetheart, sweetie) - no penetration, but things get steamy - cameos: Mei Mei, Nanami and Ino. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.7k

You were Toji’s favorite stripper.

You, your coworkers, and all the clients who come to enjoy the show all know this as fact. 

It’s all fun and games that this is your job, and you must cater to all the other men and women who come to see you strut and work your stuff (or else your manager, Mei Mei, would have your head).

But this is something that should never be forgotten. When that raven-haired man with a scar on his lip walks into the premises, everyone has to act right: you’re off-limits because you are his girl. 

Tonight was one of those Friday nights; women gather around the bar top to gather their weekend drinks – and flirt with Kento Nanami, the part-time bartender. Men under the influence howl at the topless entertainers, allowing them to motorboat and stuff cash into their underwear. And Ino, the DJ, plays the tunes that set the mood and keep the place going. 

Toji walks past all of that — he’s not here for it. He strides up to the open area, where there are mini stages abided by booths, a pole for each that comes from the ceiling down. He comes to one of the stages, and a dancer stops midway through her routine to greet the man, ignoring the girls who whine from her mesmerizing dancing coming to a halt. “Toji~, it’s Friday already?” 

“Yup, good to see you, Roxy,” he flashes a quick smile at the named entertainer. “They here today?”

Roxy giggles. “Knew you were going to ask me that. They should be at that back one over there at the corner…Oh! There they are.” She points, and Toji follows her finger to the promised stage and booth at the corner. He grins and gives a curt nod to Roxy before going on his way. “Enjoy the show, Toji~”

At the club corner is a booth filled with tired businessmen who come to drink. But guessing from the grins on their faces, they’re too enamored by what’s in front of them to quench their first. On the pole, twirling around the metal bar, was you. Entertaining the men with the usual routine, a few tricks, and moves to wow the mix of young and old business clients. And they gasp and roar at you, splitting your legs during a high kick.

Unfortunately, though, this was the last of their fun with you. Because after you transition from the pole, taking a client’s hand to have them aid you down the stage, something – or someone – catches your attention from the corner of your eye. You turn and smile, “Hey there, big guy.”

“Hey,” he greets you with a smirk. The guys around the booth watch, most with expressions as if their hearts dropped. Minus one, a young man who felt he should question the man standing next to him. 

“Uhh, excuse me,” he says to the dark-haired, burly man. The other colleagues looked at him as if he lost his mind. “We got this table first, so go over somewhere with the other strippers and—“ 

He could not finish that sentence. Because Toji pulled the kid off his seat with one hand, the poor bastard squeaked at the sudden action. Piercing green eyes bore into his skull, his blood shifting to icy cold. “How ‘bout I have you go somewhere? Either in the trash or six feet under, whichever floats y’r boat.” 

The scared look on the poor kid’s face didn’t change Toji’s attitude. Not even the other guys who were pleading to him to let their friend go, that he didn’t know what he was doing. He did not come here to start something, not tonight. 

And for that, you were the only one who could calmly intervene, dissuading the situation by placing a hand on Toji’s shoulder. “It’s all right, Toji. I was giving these guys a little show before you came in. Now, please let him go, okay? I don’t think Mei Mei would want to deal with another broken arm situation.”

It was the safest option that you spoke to him, his little favorite. So, with a gruff scoff, Toji lets the guy go for him to land on the floor roughly. “You heard ‘em, fellas. Outta my spot.” The entrepreneurs get up and scram with no hesitation, grumbling at the younger colleague for causing such strife in the first place as they walk away somewhere, leaving you and Toji. 

He watches them leave, turning to you when they’re at a respectable distance. Here is when he properly gets a good look at you. God, he could never get enough of you. You were wearing a black laced, caged mesh bra that covered your breasts, matching with lacy bottoms that shaped your hips beautifully. The bra was covered in rhinestones that shined with the club lights, which partnered with the side of your bottoms. And to complete the look, over-the-knee heeled boots that sparkled. A new favorite, Toji thinks.

“Well, now that you’re done terrorizing my guests,” you giggle and gesture to the booth seat. “Ready for me to spoil you?”

“Heh, think that’s the other way ‘round, sweetheart.” Toji chuckles as he takes off his coat and sits down. He notes you staring at his bulky arms for a quick second. You were fast, but not fast enough for him to catch you. “I’m sure y’re ready to drain my wallet.”

You walk between him and the stage behind you, bewitching him with the twinge of your lips as you bring your face closer. “Would that be a bad thing?”

Toji’s hand goes to your cheek, “A pretty lil’ angel like you? I’d let you rob every cent of me.”

The jest does its job of making you laugh before you withdraw your face from his hold. “You know the rules.” 

The older man rolls his eyes but obliges, putting his hands behind his head and shifting comfortably. “I know, I know. No touchy.”

“No touchy.” You repeat, knowing he’s on the same page while you warm yourself up. 

You start with the usual — he likes it. You turn and spread your legs, bending down slowly before him so he can get a perfect view of your ass and underwear. And you take your time getting up, using your hands to entice him by grazing them around your asscheeks. Next, you face him, eyes locked with his emerald ones. Taking one foot after the other, you bend again and place your hands on his thighs, rubbing them while maintaining eye contact. “How was work? Tough as usual?” 

Now, while you have rules of your own, he also has things he can’t share — like the fact that his primary source of income comes from killing people. It’s why he’s always sure to clean himself up before coming here, spending his hard-earned cash to see you. But he humors you with tiny hints, “Mmm, as usual. Broken nose here, blood on knuckles there.” 

You straighten up, placing a heeled foot on his right thigh. “My my, not that you got hurt, right?” 

“Not a single scratch.”

You lift a brow before bringing your leg down to swiftly sit on his lap, snaking your hands up from his abdomen and chest to his strong shoulders. “You’re quite the dangerous one.”

“Sure,” He chortles smugly, “but y’re one to talk.”

You play along, forming a small “o” with your lips to display faux surprise. All the while bouncing on his lap. “Me? Dangerous?” 

“Oh yeah, sweetie.” His eyes never leave your face, even when you sway to the side to measure his attention. “Y’re quite the little minx yourself.” 

Your eyes narrow, inching your face closer, your noses practically touching. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Slow grinds to his groin, it makes him swallow. You close your eyes, lips drawing in with a whisper. “Is it?”

Toji closes his eyes as well, falling for your sensual spell. “Not at all…” But nothing comes of it, only a string of giggles as you remove your face from his, poking the tip of his nose with your finger to signal with awake before fully withdrawing your figure from him. He grins, shaking his head. “Fuckin’ tease.”

“I don’t see you complaining, sir.” You throw the title at him with a playful smirk, batting an eye before turning around with your back facing him. You gently sit on his lap and transition your services to that of a lap dance. 

With an arched back, you roll your hips and ride on his lap, your butt rubbing on his jean-clad thighs to create heated friction. And Toji’s eyes examine your figure, from the highlighted skin of your back to the sway of your hips. The view of your butt rubbing on him gets him going, trying to fight the urge to just fuck the rules and grab your ass to grind on himself. Every rasp to his groin tests him to breathe steadily. 

But then, you just had to look at him over your shoulder with that cute, complacent leer. “How ya feelin’ there, big guy? Dangerous enough for you yet?”

Yup, fuck it. Rules be damned, Toji grabs for your ass and brings it down flat on his groin. The action takes you aback – unconditionally out of the accustomed routine. Before you can question him, Toji’s scarred lips are already at your ear. “You tell me, princess. Teasin’ me like that is just askin’ for it.”

You hold back a whimper when he comes to your neck, biting your lips when his lips meet your skin. “Mmmm…whatever happened to no touchy? You could get into trouble—“

“Aww, are ya worrying f’r me?” He snickers to your ear again, listening to you gasp at the buck of his hips to your ass. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, just keep dancin’ f’r me, ‘kay? I’ll take care of you…”

Toji bites the helix of your ear, rolling his hips to hump you. With a shaky moan, you grind on him to match his cadence. You’re nervous; this is against the policy: guests are not supposed to touch the entertainers. And yet, now, with Toji’s firm hands holding onto you and him whispering to your ear, it somehow feels different — a lot more hedonistic. 

You decide to play along, throwing your head back to his shoulder to rest, which gives him more access to kiss your exposed skin. His lips peck down your neck, and quivering wails seep from your lips when he mischievously nibbles on it. Too distracted to detect a hand snake down to your covered chasm. 

Now would be the right time to say things are going too far. You bring a hand on top of his, a silent warning for him. But he chooses to ignore it, creeping the other hand under the hem of your top. “Relax, baby. Just focus on danicin’, yeah?” 

This was so different, having a guest take the rails — no, having Toji take control of you. And you don’t dislike it; far from it, actually. If anything, it’s oddly exciting — letting the older man please you as you service him. It’s new and dangerous, especially in your workplace. But, oh my God, you don’t want it to stop.

You wrap your arms around his neck while he puts his back to the booth, using this to change into a different move. With your torso lifted and using your legs to maintain balance, you move your abdomen up and down. While you’re ghosting his groin with wave-like motions, Toji uses his fingers to play with your body. His left middle and forefinger rubs on your cover folds, roughly pressing down on where your clitoris is. A choked sob leaves puffy lips, even when his right hand is in your bra to grope your breast, his thumb swiping on your nipple to harden. 

“Mmmph! Ahhaaa, Toji…”

“Yeah, just like that,” he reassures you. Another tweak to your nipple has you bite your lips with a hum. “Just like that—“

“Am I interrupting something?” 

It took you mere milliseconds to recognize the new voice that enters your space, abruptly interrupting your session with purpose. You’re off of Toji just like that, hurriedly fixing yourself in the presence of your manager. “H–Hello, Mei Mei.”

“Hello there, Y/n.” She says it sweetly, but her words carry a stern connotation. The pale-blue-haired woman has her hair up in a braided ponytail while wearing a simple black split-thigh cami dress with mesh sleeves, and her gold earrings and red lipstick contrast with her pale skin. “Ah, I expected to see you here, too, Mr. Fushiguro.”

Toji greets the women, standing up at his own pace. “It is a Friday, Lady Mei.”

She smiled at the use of her business name; it was appropriate for what she was about to say. “Indeed it is. I decided to come down to check on the place and see how the life of the party was going. And all my guests seemed to be having quite a good time…Minus this one guy, who told me about the ‘scary fucker with a scar on his lip’ who lifted him like a doll and scared him and his buddies to a different table.” 

Toji rubs the back of his neck, chortling with a smug grin. “Hmm, the guy must be some dick.”

“Must be...Now listen, Fushiguro, I know how much of a valuable customer you are, throwing good money at my girls — my girl.” Mei Mei walks to you and places her cold hands on your shoulders. “I’d find it hard to have you not come here anymore for not keeping your hands to yourself. On my customers and my entertainers.”

“That I understand, my Lady,” he sighs at your manager’s lecture and crosses his arms. “But you know how I roll. I just come here to see your girls—“ He stops to shift his gaze on you. “Your sweet girl.”

“And I see you care about them quite a lot, your hand up their bra and your lips on their skin.” 

He shrugs it off. “I’m guilty.”

Mei Mei walks up to the older guest, her light violet eyes locked with his dark jade orbs. “Fushiguro, I’m sorry, but I’m afraid my rules apply to everybody. No touching the dancers. This is a strip club, not a brothel.” 

“Yes, Mei,” He grasps every word thrown at him, his eyes not leaving her feline ones. “It’s just a shame that I’m willin’ to pay whatever to have Y/n privately for one night in those lil’ VIP rooms upstairs.” 

A silver brow is quirked. “Are you trying to throw more money at my face to change the rules for your own convenience?”

“I’m trying to talk business, from one loyal customer to a good businesswoman.” He says nonchalantly, pointing to you with his chin. “That is if they’re up for it.” Now, why did he have to single you out like that? Because your manager turns to you with a patient look, gauging where you stand in this situation. 

It’s a tricky thing to answer: do you want to have sex with your guest that made you feel good minutes ago? This job is supposed to be an easy one, coming here to dance and swing your ass off til the morning sun for good money. Now, on the one night when things get a little too heated – with your favorite customer, mind you – you’re in a conflict. And you have to thank God you didn’t kiss him on the lips! 

However, it’s not like you don’t trust Toji; it’s the opposite. Sure, he can be a cocky bastard; there’s been instances where he’s touched you, but never like tonight. And yet, you didn’t find any danger in it. You were relaxed atop of him, leaning more into his touches. So, the thought that more could come from it is new. Chilling, but thrilling.

Your manager can see the inner turmoil through your face, so she answers in your stead, “Give it some thought for tomorrow, Y/n. And you,” Mei Mei turns back to the man guilty of this predicament. “Learn to behave yourself ’til then.” 

“I will, Lady Mei,” Toji sneers, grabbing for his coat to put on and taking a few bands to give to you. “And I’ll be seein’ you tomorrow, baby.”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – divideres from @/cafekitsune.

[disneyprincemuke]

the best of (instagram) * bother figures

they always somehow manage the ruin the pictures she looks good in

pairings: max verstappen x fem!driver, lando norris x reader, alex albon x fem!driver

notes: LMFAO guySSSS I TOOK SOOOO LONG TO GET PICS FOR THIS IF U DONT LIKE THIS IM GOING TO RETIRE AND U WONT GET ANY LOGAN AND MICK STUFF

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rockysroads

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kidy/n you might look at me and think you’re going crazy or something like that

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user1 rocky being a fnaf fan was NOT on my bingo card

rockysroads yeah i just love josh hutcherson a lot too :/

user2 no cause WHO are you leaning on in that picture

oscarpiastri interesting choice of pictures

user3 so ur telling me u know something

user4 is that u?? or…

user5 is that logan

user6 if i speak.

user7 secret boyfriend??

maxverstappen1 who did u crop out wtf

rockysroads none of ur business

maxverstappen1 excuuuuuse me for being curious

user8 wow even being wdc doesnt exempt u from y/n’s disrespect

rockysroads so true like he’s not special just bc he’s a 2 time wdc

logansargeant did u crop me out

user9 SPEAK YOUR TRUTH LOGAN

user10 STAND UR GROUND LFG

user11 am i crazy or is y/n soft launching u

user12 i might have to check myself into the mental hospital after this one i fear

rockysroads yo shut up

rockysroads posted on their story!

user13 who is this man

user14 r u softlaunching 💀

rockysroads what does that mean

user15 is that loGAN’S WATCH

user16 whats this softlaunch

rockysroads

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rockysroads ive looked SO good lately ugh

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user17 WHY IS SHE ALWAYS CUTTING SOMEONE OUT OF THE PICTURE DO U HAVE A BF

user18 blink twice if youve got a bf…?

user19 why he hold u like that

user20 my working theory is that she’s out and about on dates and these are all different guys

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landonorris guys it wasnt a soft launch it was just me :/

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user21 oh. i see.

user22 not on my bingo card but ok

rockysroads why would u do this

landonorris to ruin ur life idk

user23 HELP WHY DID SHE CUT U GUYS OUT FROM THE PICTURE??

rockysroads they were ruining the picture :/

user24 IMF UVKINNNNN HOWLINGGGG

user25 if this one is u, who r the other guys in the photos???

rockysroads sighpie okay i'll expose myself then

rockysroads

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rockysroads please stop speculating it's literally just alex :/ they just keep ruining my pictures with their boyness

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user26 why do you keep messing with us is this funny to you

rockysroads little bit actually

user27 honesty is the best policy ig?

rockysroads u get it fr user27

alex_albon i'll try not to be offended

rockysroads i appreciate that

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1 here's to the best addition the grid's ever seen

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user28 no wtf she's the worst

kidy/n boy if u dont shut up

user29 wow guys its time to go to clown school i think

user30 real. i just know she's tired of us being delusional

rockysroads it's ok same haha

user31 i'm so tired of hER GAMES

user32 like i cant do this anymore

rockysroads u ALWAYS ruin my pictures

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[chuuyasheaven]

“Mornin' ride” — Chuuya Nakahara

“After a very, very rough night, you wake up on Chuuya's chest. He was still sleeping of course, which resulted into kissing him to wake up. Finally waking up, he returns those kisses only for it to lead no where but into a small soft but passionate morning ride.”

Tags: soft! Chuuya Nakahara / afab! Reader, soft sex, morning sex, pet names, lazy sex?, praising kink, short?, cockwarming at the end, slight teasing, might contain grammar errors, rushed, etc.

Notes: Please forgive me guyssss, i was being su1cidal and silly !!! Butttt DADDY'S HOME !! X3

It was morning, the sun was up and was shining opon your sleeping form. As you opened your eyes you found yourself on Chuuya's chest with his arms hugging you. You rubbed your eyes and smile at seeing your boyfriends sleeping face. Then your eyes drifted onto his collarbone, the hickeys that you gave him last night were very visible. You tried remembering what happened and slightly blush. Yesterday, he was mean and rough with you, grabbing your hair and literally made you cum more than once.

Your eyes drifted back to his face, focusing on his lips. The urge to kiss him was strong, so you just gave in. Your lips touched softly while you were kissing him, your free hand went through his hair gently. You kept on kissing him, separating a few times to breathe. As you continue to peck his lips, you give him one last kiss, that one kiss waking him up. Chuuya's eyes fluttered open to see your tired smile. “Good morning, my love!”, you whispered, giving him another quick peck. He stretched his arms out and yawned, he smiled at you after. “Good morning, baby.”, he said in his raspy morning voice.

“How did you sleep?”, Chuuya asked you while his hand was sliding under your shirt to caress your back. “Fine,”, you responded, suddenly, Chuuya pulled you into another kiss. You didn't deny it, so you kissed him back, you hands cupping his face. Accidentally, you tried to get closer but you ended up rutting against his hips, making you both gasp into the kiss. Separating again, you tried to apologize. “Sorry, Chuuya, I didn't mean to—”, he only grabbed your hips and continued to make out with you softly. While grabbing your hips, he slowly moved them to grind against his crotch. As you were slowly getting turned on by this, Chuuya was getting harder by each grind.

After separating for the last time, he lazily smirked at you while removing your panties. He tossed them on the floor. "You don't mind riding me, right?", he asked in his morning voice, which was sexy and raspy. You nodded, fidgeting with Chuuya's waistband, trying to get past his boxers. When you finally got past it, you already had yourself positioned ready to take him. Since you were a little sore from last night you sank down slowly and gentle. Chuuya let out a deep grunt during the process, after taking him in fully you decided to wait to adjust. "You're still sore from yesterday?", "With the way you fucked me, yes, I am.", you replied, only to see another smirk forming back his lips. "But you liked it, didn't you, baby?", you blushed slightly at his teasing question. "Go slow if you need to,", that's when you adjusted just right, ready to start.

You started to slowly rock your hips, a quiet moan escaping your throat. Chuuya wasn't quiet either, a few grunts and whimpers left too. Yes, it was like 7am, but can you blame each other? You're both addicted to the feeling. "You need help, princess?", Chuuya asked while grabbing your hips to help you move. Instead of taking full control, he just went with the flow you created, gentle and soft. "Ch–chuuya. .", you whimpered softly, holding onto his shoulders. "That's my good girl,", Chuuya groaned into your ear, only helping you reach your orgasm faster. He was slowly picking up the speed, trying to release faster. "I'm getting— hah, c–close. .", Chuuya just kept quiet, his own climax nearing too. Both of your moans were filling up the room so early in the morning.

Soon enough, it washed over you, you gushed around his cock. "F–fuck.", Chuuya whimpered, making him cum inside of you. During your climax, Chuuya kissed you passionately. After coming down from your sweet release, you rested on top of Chuuya's chest again. "Want me to pull out?", you shook your head to signal a "no". He shrugged it off and kissed your forehead. "I'm tired.", you said before yawning, Chuuya just chuckled softly. "Lay down for a few minutes then. I'll wake you up later, sweetheart.", you closed your eyes, slowly drifting into sleep meanwhile Chuuya just held you close.

"—Sleep well, darlin'."

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[staytiny-dreams]

dating streamer! beomgyu (c.bg x reader)

pairing: choi beomgyu x gn! reader

genre: streamer! au, fluff, tiny bit of angst but not really

warnings: some parts focus on covid-19 pandemic if that's a trigger for you, i think that's all but lemme know if you think i missed anything

wc: 3.4k

note: so tired at 3am i accidentally hit the post button when it wasn't ready so if you've already seen this, no you haven't. i'm unsure how it turned out so let me know, i've also never formatted it like this before so any feedback on that lemme know too, and... look forward to the other members versions <33

squeals leave beomgyu as the tension rises, the anticipation of the jumpscare he knows is coming getting the better of him

the chat speeds by

“i thought you were supposed to be good at horror games”

“what happened to beomgyu has no fear”

“we told you you should play fnaf beomie!”

“took you this long to play fnaf?”

beomgyu whines at all the ‘i told you so’ comments

“come on guyssss im so late to this how am i supposed to know you’d be interest-” he cuts himself off with a guttural scream as freddy finally makes his long awaited appearance

seeing the bamtoris laughing at him in the comments he pouts at them

“chat you distracted me okay, i let my guard down because of you!”

his pc pings with a notification and the text to speech reads out “themarcotoyourpolo says ‘HAH you are such a liar beom you would’ve screamed either way’”

when beomgyu was seventeen, he spent his time like every other teenage boy did

playing video games

but sometimes his best friend would come over and he’d pull himself away for a few hours

only to sit with you and watch streamers play other games

honestly you didn't mind when beomgyu played games when you were over

he was entertaining to watch

really entertaining actually

“hey gyu, don't you think you’d be a good streamer?” you suggested one day jokingly.

you both giggled at the little game of ‘yes and’ that followed, planning out an entire future together where beomgyu was rich and famous, and you lived in a mansion together that was just a haven for video games and your friends, but after your little tangent, the thought was dismissed as quickly as it came.

or so you had thought.

a week later, sitting across from each other at the cheapest your favourite restaurant in town, beomgyu brought it back up again.

“do you really think i’d make a good streamer?”

“why are you actually thinking about it?” you snorted, taking a sip of your water thinking he was joking again, but when beomgyu didn't say anything you tilted your head up at him.

“oh shit are you actually thinking about it?” beomgyu gave a noncommittal shrug and picked at his food, staring down at his plate. he refused to look at you until you knocked the table in front of his plate lightly.

“beomie,” you started as he stared at you with wide eyes, “i could watch you play for hours.” you don't think you could ever forget the way his smile took over his face at your words.

and that led to the next few months spent with you and beomgyu on call for hours a day

playing mostly minecraft together although occasionally he’d branch out to other games

you hit all his milestones together

he still remembers the day you first got a double digit view count

excitement flooded through the both of you as the kind soul who raided you spams your comment section

the same day, beomgyu also hit ten followers, prompting you two to make his discord server

whenever you were too busy to join him on stream beomgyu would whine and complain like his life depended on it

more often than not he’d actually end up cancelling the stream for that day

one day you didn't feel well but you decided to sit on call with beomgyu while he streams so that he wouldn't cancel

beomgyu chattered on as he normally does, yelling about how, “beomgyu never dies,” but he noticed that today you were not reciprocating that same energy.

in fact you had been so quiet that he wasn't even sure you were still alive on the other side.

“(y/n)ie are you alive over there? (y/n)? marco?” he asked and ever so faintly he heard a weak ‘polo’ sound throughout his headphones.

“one moment, chat,” he said to his 20 something viewers before deafening on discord and muting his mic.

he wriggled his phone out from where it hid in his pocket, opened your contact and called you. it dialled almost four times before you picked up.

“i’m so sorry, beomie i fell asleep. i really didn't mean to but i-” he cut you off before you could go on.

“are you okay (y/n)ie?”

“to be honest beom, i don't feel very well i-” cutting you off again, beomgyu announced that he would be coming over to cure you before promptly hanging up and ending stream leaving both you and his chatters confused.

turns out, curing you meant bringing you his mothers soup and watching youtube in bed with you until you fell asleep. your burning forehead left patches of sweat on his chest, but he couldn't find it in him to care.

from then on you had a system in place where you would check if the other was still there by calling out “marco”

and if the other person was okay they’d call back “polo”

sometimes you regretted this system on days beomgyu decided you were too quiet and abused the marco-polo system by continually calling out marco like a broken record

a little while after beomgyu turned eighteen, the pandemic started and so followed lockdown

it was a really hard time for beomgyu

you were supposed to be starting college together that year, along with your close friends from high school soobin and taehyun

but now all classes were online and he wasn't allowed to see any of his friends

going from seeing you everyday to never took a toll on beomgyu that he didn't expect

he just hated knowing you were only a few streets away and he couldn't just walk over to you whenever he felt like it

beomie :>: are you looking at the moon rn and wondering if i’m also looking at the moon rn?

ynnie <3: beom we called for six hours today

beomie :>: i know right, i miss you too :((

ynnie <3: omg fine get back on disc lets watch a movie

but with his ray of sunshine by his side, he eventually found his footing in this apocalypse

a lot of his time was spent on call with you

working on your respective assignments

watching your online lectures on 2x speed

any other free time was spent streaming

since everyone was stuck at home, due to his frequent streaming schedule

and infectious energy

beomgyu’s audience quickly grew

going from 1000 followers when lockdown had started to hitting 3000 followers within a few months

taking your advice, he also became more active on his other social medias

even posting clips of his streams on tiktok

a few of which went viral causing his channel to grow substantially again

he also started a youtube channel for those shorter games

or ideas that required more editing to execute than a stream would allow

one day, while checking his twitter dms his eyes almost fell out of his skull

he dialled you immediately

“(y/n) (y/n) (y/n) (y/n) (y/n) (y/n)!”

you took a deep breath in, prepared to repeat his name back to him in the same tone, but you didn't get the chance.

“do not copy me, we do not have time for that, this is a code blue, (y/n), code blue!”

“what on earth is a code blue?”

“big creator dmed me (y/n), come on, we’ve discussed this!”

“we’ve never discussed a code system in our entire life.”

“what that is such a lie, you just never listen to a word i say!”

“well sorry beomgyu if you talk so much nonsense that it's hard to keep up,”

“nonsense? you take that back!” he screeched, but you could only giggle at him.

“i will literally never do that. come on gyu, what’s the code blue?”

“oh, yeah! j-hope messaged me (y/n). he asked if i wanted to join his friends' discord and play among us with them.” you squealed for him, excitement rushing through you.

“oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! beomgyu, what did you say?” suddenly beomgyu felt sheepish, realising he’d just been sitting there with the message open, too busy bickering with you to have responded.

“oh um… well, nothing yet i called you first…” now this time you screeched.

“you left 20 million youtube subscribers, 1.5 million twitch followers jung ho-seok on seen? beomgyu!” you scolded. beomgyu didn't know whether to be afraid or laugh, but his endearment got the better of him and he burst into giggles at your tone.

“don't laugh at me mister, text him back right now and tell him you’d be honoured to play with them!” and as he began to type out a reply to his senior, all beomgyu could think about was how he couldn't wait to have you in his arms again.

joining such big creators in playing among us put beomgyu in contact with even more big creators and had his channel blowing up

he met many new friends including someone who would become one of his closest friends

huening kai

as covid restrictions were eased and tightened again, beomgyu made sure to see you any time he could

but due to social distancing laws, he wasn't able to tackle you in his affection the way he wished

at the end of 2020 the second wave of covid set in

your anxious mother decided that you were not allowed to leave the house until the pandemic was over

beomgyu struggled with this news

his weekly outings walking six feet away from you - but still with you - were helping him hold on to his ray of sunshine

but with your assurance that you'd spend even more time on call with him and watch all his streams, he was able to keep his mood-maker demeanour in front of his fans

“so what are your plans for valentine’s day, (y/n)?” beomgyu asked, already knowing your answer.

with february 14th approaching, beomgyu was kicking himself for not having said anything sooner because your mother still wasn't letting you out of the house and beomgyu wanted to say what he had to say in person

“what do you mean gyu? you know i’ll still be stuck at home.”

“hm… well, maybe we could do a minecraft date, like a valentine's day special.” he suggested tentatively.

“like for your stream?” you asked and he shrugged.

“we don't have to stream.”

“but beom, aren't our friends all having dinner at soobin’s that day? don't you want to join them?” you reminded him and he simply shrugged again.

“don’t want to leave you all alone on valentines day (y/n)ie.” your face felt hot. you loved your mother to pieces, but sometimes her self imposed covid restrictions really got on your nerves.

and then march came, and for the first time in twelve years you feared you wouldn't be able to spend beomgyu’s birthday with him

“mum please, i’ll do anything,” you begged, “legally four people are allowed at an indoor private gathering.”

“and what if someone there has covid (y/n)? you have asthma it could really affect you!”

“it’s only going to be gyu, soobin and taehyun. you know all of them, you trust them! plus we’re all going to test before we go!”

“and what about transport, (y/n), what if you catch it on the bus?”

“i’ll take a taxi.”

“and what if the taxi driver has it? or what if you get in the car with a bad driver or a kidnapper?”

“mum! where is all this coming from? please. it’s beomgyu’s birthday, i can't miss beomgyu’s birthday. i swear i will never ask to go out again. just please let me go see him tomorrow.” tears welled up in your eyes. you hated fighting with your mother, but you couldn't let beomgyu down like that.

but the fight was all worth it when you knocked on soobin’s door the next night and beomgyu opened it.

he pulled you inside and slammed the door shut before squeezing you tight to his chest.

“you're here?” he asked, voice muffled as it was buried in your shoulder.

“happy birthday beom,” you smiled, arms tight around his stomach.

he pulled away from your hug and before you could joke about how your mother would never let you see the light of day again, beomgyu pulled down your mask and pressed his lips to yours.

two seconds passed where you stood still, wide eyed in shock before you registered what was happening and jumped into action.

one of his hands still held your mask, and the other came down to your cheek which you’re sure must’ve been burning him from how hot your face felt. you followed his lead, grabbing his shoulder with one hand and pushing your other through the hair at the bottom of his neck.

too soon, beomgyu pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

“i’m sorry (y/n). i wanted to wait, until after lockdown, i wanted to talk to you first but i saw you and i just-”

“i love you beomgyu.” you cut off his rambling and he let out a flustered laugh.

“i love you too (y/n), i love you so much.”

due to covid still ongoing and your mother’s strict rules, you and beomgyu decided to take things slow after that night

there were no more meetings in person as you kept your promise to your mother

nothing much in your relationship with beomgyu changed due to your agreement to take things slow

he flirted a little here and there but there were no new pet names or anything of the sort

beomgyu continued to focus his energy on streaming and you continued to focus on your studies

beomgyu’s streams always providing the perfect background noise

but don't tell him that you don't devote a thousand percent of your attention to him at all times

luckily as 2022 approached, your mother began to let beomgyu visit your home provided he wore a mask in common places and if he had any symptoms he did not come over

and in april 2022 most legal restrictions were lifted

with your second booster vaccination, your mother lifted your house arrest

it had been over a year since you confessed your feelings to each other and your 20th birthday approached

you both had a big discussion about giving your relationship a real try

beomgyu now had almost half a million followers on twitch

after grinding for two years, he now had a rather large fan base

you expressed that you were a bit worried about having your relationship public to them

beomgyu didn't quite understand your concern as you had been participating in his streams and been a prevalent figure on his social media since the beginning

however, respecting your wishes, you both worked to keep the romantic nature of your relationship between yourselves and your close friends.

while beomgyu seemed to have found his schtick after 3 years of streaming

playing horror games on stream and co-op games with you for his youtube channel

and the occasional vlog

the friends he had made playing among us, huening kai, ho-seok and jungkook had begged him to join a minecraft server and stream with them

so with your encouragement

and his conditions that his partner and best friends also join the server

beomgyu joined the bighit smp started by kim namjoon

it was only a few months after you officially started dating

just before his 21st birthday and both of your fourth and final years in college

when beomgyu came to you with his proposition

“move in together?”

“is it too soon? i know we've only technically been dating a few months, but-” you cut beomgyu off with a hand on his mouth.

he stared at you wide eyed for a split second before his expression changed. luckily, you recognised the suspicious sparkle in his eye and removed your hand from his face before he could lick it, leaving him pouting at you.

“don’t look at me like that,” you giggled but his pout only deepened and he reached over to grab the hand that was previously on his face.

“so? what do you think? you wanna live with me?”

“hmm… i think…”

“(y/n)…” he whined, dragging out your name.

“i think we’ll need to find a place with an extra bedroom, so you can stream in there and not in our room.”

living with a horror streamer

most days of the week it's fun

a substantial income

your boyfriend’s always home

your boyfriend is practically fearless… in theory

okay maybe he’s only fearless when it’s fictional media

even a little bit of clout, not that it matters to you

as you always have, you tend to join beomgyu and your other friends when they play minecraft in the bighit smp

as well as being in all of beomgyu’s vlogs

since you moved in together, you decided it was best to come clean to bamtoris (his fans) about your relationship

they were very supportive

due to your presence in his channel from the beginning, there were some long time shippers who were more than pleased to hear this news

and maybe a little cocky, plastering ‘i told you’ so posts all over their socials

yes, the beomy/n truthers were very pleased

of course there were those who were convinced he was dating other streamers

or those who shipped him with his other friends, soobin and taehyun

and just general psychos who simply hated you because he wasn't dating them

nevertheless you both saw the relationship reveal as a success

so sometimes you go and sit with beomgyu while he streams, just as you used to sit on call with him

but this particular wednesday night was a tough one

you’d been up late the night before working on your final project for college

then worked from 7 to 5 even though you were originally rostered for only 7 to 12

your head was pounding

and tonight, despite the soundproofing you had installed on the walls of the office

his shouts still reached your tired ears and made your head ache

you tossed and turned for a while, not wanting to ask beomgyu to quiet down as he was clearly having fun

but, after an hour of not being able to sleep you decided you were being stupid

beomgyu would never be upset with you for not feeling well

so you rolled out of bed, padded over to his door and knocked lightly, then cracked the door open

the light from the hall spilled into the room and caused beomgyu to look over at you with a smile

his hair was fluffy and his face was lit up by his screen and his purple leds and he just looked so soft

and before you could say anything, your face crumpled

and a few tears slipped down your cheeks

immediately muting his mic, beomgyu threw his headphones off and ran over to you at the door.

“baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, pulling you into his arms and you laughed at yourself.

“sorry, this is so stupid, i dont even know why im crying.” you mumble into his chest.

that night beomgyu ended his stream early and laid in bed with his arms wrapped tightly around you, whispering how much he loves you

and how whenever you wanted him to be quiet or even end stream he’d do it in a heartbeat

but, if you're not sick, busy or streaming with beomgyu, you're still watching his streams

and sending silly comments

you are simultaneously his favourite and least favourite chatter

your comments always make him laugh but are often at his expense

“themarcotoyourpolo says ‘poor baby, so scared of a big teddy bear’”

“you know what (y/n), get your ass in here, we'll put the headphones on you and see how confident you are then!”

but knowing you're in his chat has always given him comfort

and made him a smidge happier to be there

if beomgyu ever had zero viewers it'd be because you died and he knew that

even then if you ever wanted him to turn his computer off and hang out with you, he’d come running

at the end of the day, whether beomgyu’s screaming at his computer screen or peacefully cooking dinner with you, he is the love of your life and you wouldnt change a thing

[woman-respecter]

okay one last rant about chappell cuz i'm sure you're sick of herr (same):

i'm soooo tired of white people. i hate how chappell acts about palestine because it's SO "i learned activism from the internet and i have insane white guilt and i feel guilt for being a privileged white american" and that helps no one. bonus: she has republican parents so she has to force the activism even harder to compensate for her shitty family. i hate both sides as well but i'm not a stupid ass white person who won't be affected as much by not voting and not backing kamala.

chappell is so embarrassing like even taylor swift said i support kamala. her internet activism means that she would rather say guyssss both sides bad :/ than actually do anything of any value (it feels like she wants to be leftist so baddd that she ends up a fool... "all presidents bad i can't support any" girl you're high up in the evil capitalist music inudstry i wouldn't judge too hard if i were u..) but that's current activism for you doe. why make any change when you can just complain and do nothing? besides, leftists rn would tear any change apart to shreds cuz they expect everything to be fixed immediately. i've seen so many leftists get upset seeing progress of anything rn because because g-g-genocide!

leftists: you evil white gays celebrate improved gay rights in a red state ur so evil ugh a genocide is happening and ur happy? you need to blow yourself up to prove your loyalty to palestine and to understand what they're going through!

lastly everything chappell and ethel cain does for palestine is so forced and fake lol. it's all to make them feel better about being white and privileged. ethel cain makes jokes about killing the president girl! 🤔 youre enjoying your nice white life in a comfortable position in the music industry...you'd never give that up and stand on business cause ur all words no action..

ethel made a song for palestine and it was good but since she graduated with honors from the school of internet activism i cannot take it seriously. everything she does screams "sorry for being white :("

and then hunter from euphoria got praised for getting arrested at a JVP PROTEST (LMAO). like that rich white girl getting arrested and then nothing happened to her is not revolutionary it's actually giving kendall pepsi ad ! i will say it's more than ethel and chappell put together but still pathetically whitee.

lastly hayley from paramore ethel hunter chappell none of them actually support palestine. they try so hard to be leftist and activists which is ironic because they are capitalizing on palestine to look good, to overcompensate for their whiteness and privilege and because of guilt. their "support for palestine" are just large pr stunts that bring them more fans and more money. look at ethel. she LOVES florence (i believe they are good friends) and florence is besties with taylor swift and endorsed kamala. all bark no bitee :)

i HATE all of the performative leftist celebs you mentioned (except hayley from paramore) so fucking much. it’s obvious that their priorities are getting rid of their white guilt, being edgy, and winning clout points with the online left. they do not give an actual shit about palestine. the funny thing is that if taylor’s endorsement really does help keep trump out of the white house she will have done more for palestine than all those losers combined. sorry!

and yeah its funny that ethel, and almost every pop girlie, is at most like 2 or 3 degrees away from someone who is friends with taylor or idolizes taylor. sorry haters it really is that way. she’s your favorite artist’s ACTUAL favorite artist

[skz-akira]

hiiii guyssss ! i thought i might try smth new, so i found some prompts. send me an ask with a member from skz, en- or txt and 1 or 2 prompts :))

ofc im still working on the stuff on my to do list and taking requests <3

not proof read

by @me-writes-prompts and @urfriendlywriter

"It's not you...it's me. I can't stop loving you."

"If I knew loving someone would hurt so much, I still would've loved you."

"I'm tired of being the only one who loves you. I need you to love yourself first."

"This is not the version of you I fell in love with. And honestly, I've forgotten the real you."

"Is it so hard to believe I've stopped loving you?"

"I can't live without you. I can't love without you. I need you, by my side, always did and always will." "You'll be okay. I know you will."

"It's not okay to just leave me here, after telling me you love me back." "We can't- we'll never be together."

"So you choose them over me? After all we've been through together, you choose them?"

"I'm forbidden to love you. I'm forbidden to be with you. So, what am I to do if not fall on my knees and beg for you to stay?"

"It's truly funny...how you can't choose who you want to be in love with. I didn't choose to be in love with you. It just happened, and I wish it didn't."

Walking in rain to their house just to find that they're no longer there.

"You can't go. You cannot leave me here. You promised we'll be together forever."

"It'll never be the same between us. We'll never be the same."

"Your silence speaks more than you ever have. And, I'm not sure why it took so long for me to notice."

"You've drifted so far away from my side that I can no longer reach for your hand and guide you back to me."

"I can no longer recognize you. And that's not even the saddest part. It's the fact that you no longer make any attempt to make me understand you."

"I'm sorry, I-" "Isn't it a little late for an apology?"

"We could've worked out, if only you didn't act like a jerk and left me."

"Please, I want to make up for what I did in the past. Just please."

"Can we...be more than this? I was an idiot for leaving you, but now I want to make this right. Make us right."

"I need time, okay? I can't do this right now."

"I wish i loved you less."

"Why do you love me when you know i can't- I shouldn't- love you back?"

"I'm done waiting for you, [name]."

"How many times do i have to get hurt because i trusted you?”

"I’m not sorry that i don't love you. i’m sorry that you don't love yourself."

"I loved you. Believe me, i did. Then you turned into someone different. You’re not the person I fell in love with."

“Who even are you? Who have you become?”

"So.. you're just going to.. give up on me." "that is NOT what i meant-" "i think it's pretty clear, [name]."

[its-a-me-mango]

Hey guyssss at this point I'm gonna be petty and say If you don't use the correct pronouns for my characters I'm not gonna respond to you. I've got them up in as many places as I can now outside of just tapping their pronouns onto each post they're in, but if this keeps happening I'm gonna start doing it because AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I'm not mad or upset at anyone I'm just tired, I get English isn't everyone's first language but I'd much rather take a slightly more broken sentence than one that uses the incorrect pronouns, again not mad or upset but I'm making this my final post on this before I get petty. Peace and love on planet earth everypony

[yue-chan077]

(#HonkaiStarRail #Aventurine )

「 May your schemes... be forever concealed 」🦚

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as I promised~ my first chuurin illustration of the month 🧎✨💙 *confetti*

I'm honestly still in my awed state after finishing the main storyline of Penacony!(gonna take a while before I get over--) 😭👌so I knew I had to finish this wip sitting at my gallery for way too long 🤸✨

so---! in here I'm trying to do better with close up illustrations ! what do you guys think about his close look ? 👀✨ honestly I'm never gonna get tired about his beautiful eyes 😭💙(he's just so pretty -)

also--! since we're getting a new update for a farewell story! bout' time I do a commemoration along 🏃🏃🏃✨ do look forward to my illustration on that !🤭✨

that is all for today guyssss! look forward for more HSR adventures with me this month 🏃✨ imma be back with my wips 🤸✨

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(DO NOT REPOST USE PRINT TRACE MY ARTWORK/ AI IS PROHIBITED)

#YueArt

[gojoslefttoenail]

How to tie a tie with Nanami!

"Ugh..."you fiddle with the tie try to somehow figure out magically to tie this stupid piece of fabric around your neck for your meeting in your workplace where you met your beloved husband, Nanami Kento an ex-employee. You've been happily married with him for a good year now, and you've never regretted that moment when you said yes when he proposed to you on your second year anniversary of dating. "Nanaminnnnn!" You call out his nickname, hoping he'd hear you. You heard his footsteps walking up the stairs towards your shared bedroom "yes, darling?". You're expression immediately softened when you see you're husbands tired look from working overtime, even though he "hates overtime". "Can you teach me how tie this shitty piece of fabric..." he chuckles and kisses your forehead lovingly "Yeah baby... alright pay attention for me, okay?" You grin and you nod, you've been always childish around him. When first he met you, he thought you weren't responsible. But after getting to know you, he started to find it endearing especially how you use it to cope with some situations you've been through. He places the tie around your neck under the flaps of your collar's shirt "Make sure to make the thicker side longer than the narrow side" he crosses the wider end over the narrow end "you paying attention, love?" He says after spotting your wandering eyes looking at him through the mirror. You smile and "yeah, I am continue..." He smiles lovingly at you and he continues "then you loop the wider end underneath the thinner end... and then you do that one more time..." his calloused hands running through the silky material of the tie, you felt your heart beating a bit faster, like a highschooler seeing their crush through the halls. Gosh damn you love this man way too much for your own good, and so did he for you. He breaks your thoughts with his comforting voice "see how I made a loop?" You nod "Now, you use that loop to knot the tie with... use your index and thumb to hold the front of the loop and bring the wide end up behind and through the loop..." he pulls down on the tie's material to tighten "and you pull to tighten..." he kisses your cheek and he steps aside for you to look properly in the mirror. You pull the flaps of your collar down and you tighten the tie a little more "Wow Nanami! Thank you so much hun..." you kiss his cheek. He smiles at you and pecks your lips "Any time..." You sigh "I'm worried for this meeting..." His expression softens and he hugs you "You're amazing at everything, believe in yourself." You bask in his comfort presence, smelling the faint scent of his expensive cologne from last night when you went out for dinner. "You're right... I need more confidence..." you pull your head away from his chest, his arms still wrapped around you. "Ill crush them with my project and report!" You peck his lips and you let out a snicker "I'll make you proud!" He lets out a chuckle "That's the confidence I know and love..." he ruffles your hair and taps your back "now you're getting late, you have to eat and go to the train station, cmon..." you gasp and you grab your bag and you ran downstairs, taking your coffee/tea and bag in hand and before rushing out the front door you yell out to Nanami who was going down the stairs in a much more relaxed manner than you "I love you! I'll see you at 5 like usual!." He lets out a smile "of course... I might work overtime today, but I promises I'll come as fast as I can..." you smile as an acknowledgment and then you hurriedly walked out the door, closing it behind you.

Bonus scene: "Oh Nanamin~!!!" Gojo grins "what's got you in such a good moodddd~?" Nanami sighs and closes his eyes, his hands massage his temples. "It's too early in the morning to deal with this man child..."

A/N: Hey guyssss! I'm alive (woah!) Yeahhhh, I know I promised to post more often during summer vacation but I didn'ttttttt. While writing this I actually learnt how to tie a tie 😭😭😭😭 until next time!

[justanamesstuff]

The intimacy of being understood

Chapter 7

Matty Healy x f!reader

A/N: I know we have the episode but THIS IS THE END!! Thanks for always being here, for support my fics since the start...I'm so so grateful, my heart is so full ♥♥ Happy reading guyssss!

Warnings: flashbacks in dreams, mention of death, but theeeen fluff and PURE LOVE, typos.

Word count: 1.8 K

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“Open it, Y/n.” she heard Jason said, feeling the cold metal of the car handle against her hand. “Go.” he instead. 

Her head didn’t turn around, her eyes staring down --fixated on her hand-- deciding what to do or not do. Was she going to continue there, trapped by memories? Or instead, she would free herself? 

Y/n pushed the car door open, exiting the small cubicle. 

Standing on the side of the road, she witnessed the car picked speed and in a blink of an eye it crashed against a big truck. The woman gasped, not a single sound reaching her ears. 

Her heart pounding loud in her ears when she reached the car. Y/n didn’t look, she knew it was him.

He was gone. Everything turned black.

Y/n opened her eyes suddenly, staring at the ceiling of her room. She tried to breathe deeply, feeling her beating heart. She was alive and Jason was gone. 

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For the past year and a half since Jason passed away, Y/n had been having dreams –sometimes nightmares– about him, about the car crash. Nothing as vividly as the one the night before. Contrary to past times, she didn’t feel her blood turned cold every time she recalled everything she remembered. Y/n felt like a weight was off her shoulders. 

As she said to Matty, Jason would always be part of her and have a portion of her heart. Even though, it was time to finally accept the reality and not fight it. 

Her phone vibrate on her hand, taking Y/n out of her head. She rolled her eyes to a pop-up notification --some celebrity gossip google wanted her to check. Y/n blamed only herself from the disappointment she felt, acknowledging that the chat with Matty would show the same last message Y/n had impregnated on her head if she checked. 

The absence of Matty and his lack of communication was driving her up the walls. She felt hurt, she felt anxious and a big variety of more feelings. ‘Did he forget about me?’, Y/n wondered about. 

Her mind jumped from one topic to the other, meanwhile she observed Kate helping her with the showcase. December was close, Y/n felt the need to get ahead of the game getting all ready for Christmas. 

“No, move it closer.” Y/n complained when her eyes focused on her friend. “No, Kate…left!” she shouted a bit too loud. 

Kate tried, saying, “Okay, sorry!”

“No-” Y/n stopped her. “You’re doing it wrong.”

Kate couldn’t bear with it any more, “Fine, here.” she said, turning around and giving Y/n the decorations she was trying to set. “Do it yourself.” clearly annoyed. 

Y/n watched her friend walk towards the front desk, frowning visibly and not making any type of eye contact with her. Practically ignoring her.

“I’m sorry.” Y/n approached her best friend, shyly. 

“Don’t worry.” Kate said, dry. 

Y/n tried interfering with her line of vision, kneeling down in front of the desk, “Katie…” 

“Y/n/n.” Kate said, faking not being angry and failing.

“I’m sorry.”

“You already said that.”

“I’m- It’s…I don’t know.”

The bookshop owner pushed up, letting her arms rest on the wooden surface, making a bed for her head. Y/n was tired, annoyed. 

“Sure, totally. I agree.” Y/n snorted with Kate’s antics. “Spill the beans.”

“Weren’t you mad at me?” 

“Yeah, come on. Talk.”

Y/n pondered telling her all what had been going through her mind the past few weeks. 

“He didn’t come.” she said, cryptic. 

Kate knew exactly who her friend was talking about, although she chose to tease her, “Who?”

“Kate!” Y/n pushed herself all the way up, looking at her friend. 

“Oh, Matty?” the urge to whipped her smug smirk was strong. 

Y/n breathed out, “This is useless….” work was waiting. 

Kate followed her close behind. 

“Amazing how we went from ‘oh, no…Matty is my friend’,” she mimicked Y/n. “To ‘he didn’t come to visit and flirt’.” Kate finished.

“We don’t flirt.”

“Yeah, and I’m the Queen of England!”

“Pretty boy you’re married to.”

“Handsome with his sausage fingers”

Both bursted into a fit of laugher thinking what they just said. 

“Anyway, why does it bother you?” Kate asked. 

“I- I’m not sure.”

“I believe you know.”

“No, I- it’s not like that between us.” Y/n resumed the previous conversation about Matty and her. 

Kate got distracted with a little snowman, and without thinking too much she said, “Do you want to be like that between you?”

“I- Yes. No. Maybe?” Y/n looked visibly unsure. 

“Oh lord, give me strength!” Kate whined dramatically. 

Y/n moved some books and toys around, putting everything like she pictured it. She didn’t turn around to look at her friend when she pronounced the next question.

“Did he performed these days?”

“Are you asking me to stalk him?” Kate was amused by Y/n's request.

“No! You’re a fan of his…”

“Band.” Kate completed the sentence for her.

“Yeah, The 1965.”

“75’”

“Kate, please.” Y/n hated how desperate she sounded. 

Her best friend checked her phone without complaining, “He’s over the other side of the pond.” 

“America?”

“Yep.”

“That explains part of it.” Y/n mumbled to herself.

Kate wasn’t following her, “Okay?”

“He hasn’t texted either.” she thought out loud, forgetting Kate didn’t know a little fact.

“Wait a minute!” the woman snapped out of her entrance, swiping through the 1975’s Instagram account. ‘Shit’, the word crossed Y/n’s mind. “You have Matty Healy’s phone number, and you didn’t tell me?!” Kate screamed. Y/n felt grateful they were alone that evening. 

“Sorry?”

“You bitch!”

“I’m sorry, okay? Sorry!”

“Since when?” Kate folded her arms like a mother scolding her children.

“Weeks ago.”

“Oh, you deserve coal this Christmas. Dirty girl!” 

Y/n explained, “It happened!”

“What else?”

“What?”

“What else you didn’t tell me?”

“Don’t be a toxic friend!”  

“I’m your sister! Tell me!”

“We walked and chat around the park.”

“Did you take him to our park?” Kate gasped, loud. 

Y/n felt little, “Mhm.”

“You bitch!!”

Y/n protested, “Hey! Stop with that!”

“I’m not sorry!”

“And I told him about Jason…”

Kate’s face fell, and her body sank down into the closest chair they had been using like a ladder. 

“You what?” Y/n’s friend asked.

“I know.”

“This is huge.”

“I know.”

“And then the book.”

“And then the book.”

Kate stared at Y/n, “What happened after that?��

“I texted him. He told me to keep the book.”

“This keeps getting better and better.” Y/n’s best friend cheered up a little. 

“I told him it wasn’t fair. ‘I’m going to gift you one’ I said, and he refused.”

“And…?”

Y/n took her phone out, searching with muscle memory the chat with Matty. 

“He sent this.” she showed her the text.

“Ajá.”

“No more texts, no more coming in. What if he got bored?” 

“That’s a Matty thing.” Kate couldn’t help to say. 

“Kate!” 

“Sorry, I- Doesn’t make sense.”

“Maybe it does?” Y/n’s face scrunched. 

“No.”

Both of them went inside their heads, lost in thoughts. 

“I hate this.” Y/n broke the silence, walking, giving Kate her back. “I was fine.” she took a pile of books she had to tidy, absently pushing them towards the shelves. “I- My life was simple, you and the shop…a simple life after Jason passed.” she continued without hearing the door’s bell. “But hell no, Universe, God or whatever can’t see me happy. He, or she, whatever...sent a rock star to mess up with my calculated routine.”

“Y/n-” Kate tried to interrupt her.

“Shut up, Kate. I’m talking here.” Y/n didn’t spare her a glance, continuing tidying angrily. “Okay, so…he or Universe, whoever is in charge…thought it’s funny to mess with this woman,” Y/n pointed a finger to herself. “Let's put a perfect Adonis to spice things up.” she made a weird voice. “Rock star can come and go, talk with her…make her feel things again!! And then dis-”

Matty interrupted her ranting, “Hi, Y/n.”  

Y/n didn’t dare to move a muscle. She stood there, lifting a book midway towards its place. He was there, Matty was there.

“Oh, yes, he’s there.” Kate clarified. 

The woman slowly placed left the book, before turning around slowly. Her eyes meet his. Y/n felt her face on fire and her heart pulsing in her throat.  

“What-” she tried to formulate something coherent to say.

Matty smirked, “Adonis, hm?” 

Y/n shook her head, embarrassed, “I- I’m sorry. You weren’t sup-” 

“Oh, but I did.” Matty stopped her once more, approaching her.

“How much?” Y/n looked up again. 

Matty was close enough to tower over her. He was slightly taller than her, but enough to make her feel tiny. Her hands lifted between them, trying to push Matty without really trying.

“Everything.”

“I’m so sor-”

“I missed you too, Y/n.”

“You did?”

“Yes, Aphrodite.” he poked her. 

Y/n pulled a face, remembering all the crap she said minutes before. The singer touched her cheek, caressing it slowly. 

“Mmm, that myth doesn’t end well.” she told him. 

Matty couldn’t stop the smile that refused to leave his face, “Lucky us, we’re not truly Gods…” 

“What are you doin’ here?”

“We haven’t talked in weeks. I was missing you.” the singer admitted. 

“Matty.”

“Wasn’t expecting that monologue about me making you feel things.” Y/n groaned, letting her face move forward, resting on his chest, hiding from him. “Do you really hate me showing up in your life?” she heard him ask. 

Y/n shook her head. “No, absolutely no.” 

“I’m happy I heard you say all that.” Matty forced her softly, placing both of his hands at both sides of her face, to look at him. 

“Why?”

“Thought you got tired of me.”

“Shut up!”

“You didn’t reply! Or text after.”

“You brushed me off!”

“No, I didn’t!” Matty scoffed. 

But before they could continue bickering, Kate shouted from the other side of the shop, “Please, shut up and kiss!” which made them laugh. “This is getting boring.” she commented as if the scene was part of a film.

Matty’s face turned serious when he told Y/n, “I can wait all the time you need…” his hands were still touching her face, and Y/n rounded his wrists with her own. “I- Fuck, I like you so much.” the singer confessed. 

“I’m ready, Matty.”

“Are you sure? Because, as I said, I can wai-”

It was Y/n’s time to interrupt Matty, bringing him down to kiss him. She felt how his and her body relaxed, pushing even closer against each other. Y/n closer her eyes, feeling how safe she felt inside his embrace, letting him show her how much he had missed her. 

“Hell yeah! Free tickets now!” Kate celebrated. 

“Okay, yeah, she’s annoying.” Matty pushed his face a few centimetres away from Y/n.

“Rude!” Y/n’s friend booed him. 

Y/n watched them fight like kids, resting her cheek on his chest. Matty let his arms hugged her, keeping Y/n close and leaving a few kisses on her head.

Meanwhile they continued, Y/n thought how ready she was to open her heart again, and couldn’t wait to do it all with Matty. 

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[faededaway]

Pro hero reader who gets asked "who's the hottest hero?" All the time. They always answer with different names. (They usually mention heroes who aren't "conventionally attractive" or any hero under top 20)

One time!! One time they give a too honest answer.

One time they're doing a 24 hour live stream for a charity event. The event is to help civilians with unique quirks who're having a hard time finding jobs or homes because of the nature of their quirk (like Kirihito Kamachi, Spinner, or Shouji)

It's the last few hours of the stream, all the important information has been shared. They've even played 5 hours of Minecraft on survival mode.

So now, they're taking any kind of question from the fans.

Someone asks, “we know you're playing around with you answer whenever you get asked about the hottest hero. But fr?? Who's it fr???"

Reader is contemplating answering the question. They look at the number of viewers - 1032, Not a lot.

“I'm not playing around. The answer just differs on different days. I meet new heroes all the time. And everyday someone does a little something that makes me think they're more handsome than yesterday”, the reader answers nonchalantly while stretching out their tired limbs.

Still, fans are unsatisfied and keep asking the same question in 20 different ways.

“Can y'all stop asking me the same question over and over? You're making me feel like I'm in my press interview again”, reader sighs.

They quietly read the comments trying to find someone interesting when they spot something they can't read out loud, “who do you hope thinks you're hot?”

“Easy. Ingenium or Eraserhead. Those two look like they'd- ”, the reader gasps so suddenly they start choking on their own spit. They didn't realise they were answering the question out loud.

Meanwhile, the chat blows up with fans wondering which question the reader answered.

“Eraserhead?? They wanna Collab with them?”

“Tensei is hot, I'd fuck him”

“Their childhood heroes?”

“WHICH QUESTION WETE THEY READDEINNN”

“fr fr. Their taste in men popping out.”

“Easy? What easy??? Easy to beat??”

“ANYONE THINKING THIS IS NOT A S3XY ANSWER IS A DUMB*SS. IT'S OBVIOUSLY A S3XY ANSWER. THEY WANNA FORK THEM!!”

“stop sexualizing shit. They probably didn't mean that”

“Understandable.”

The reader gathers themselves and clears their throat, “guys, UA heroes! My top UA heroes. Okay? Calm down. As I was saying, these guys not only work hard on their jobs they also work hard in the community! Eraserhead is a teacher now! And Iida Tensei has built such a great network of heroes within his area that-” the reader rambles on for a while. They scan the chat to hope the fans have been swayed.

“okaayyyy. Suuuuuureeee. Totally.. your favoriiiiiiteeeeee”

"Sir- say less”

“See? I knew it was a good answer! They'd never give sexual replies.”

“I feel like they could've chosen someone else. An underground hero and a retired hero?”

“Wut? Can you give fun repliesssss. Hellooo.”

“I feel like I'm watching the news”

“We're all adults here and I'm sure the media folks are asleep. C'mon”

The reader looks at the viewer count. 5802↑

“I'll give you fun replies, if you ask fun stuff. And No! Nothing illicit. Please! You are not all adults here." The reader checks the timer on their desktop. Just 10 more minutes to go.

“Okay, last question. Take a minute to think about it. I'll take 1 question. Why don't you all discuss amongst yourselves. Yeah? I'll give you 5 minutes to discuss it! I'll wrap up after it” . Saying this, the reader shifts their attention to their phone to reply to some work emails. Meanwhile, the chat blows up.

“Omllllll.”

“Okay, how about who they're datinggg”

“ How about no dating!!!”

“Maybe their sexuality???”

“Why?? Wanna know if they'd f¢ck you??? Answer is NOOOO”

“Guyssss their childhood crush???”

“im sure they ansrd that b4”

“fuck off!!”

“Okay, listen I think we should carefully ask them about their fav hero"

"no wait, Which hero have they slept with"

“i don't think they answer that”

“Wt bout hero they d8?"

“Sounds okayyy”

“Something about their address?”

“Bruhhhh stalkerrr in the comments”

“lol”

“Just ask the dating question! We'll know their type and everything”

“Yeahh!! Dateddd”

“past hookup”

“what if they never dated anyone??”

“someone they wanna??”

“bruv they should have dated sOMEONE”

“Okay guys, your 5 minutes are up. What's the question?” The reader scan the last few comments.

“Last person I dated? Umm... Sorry to break your hearts but I've never dated anyone. Being a hero is full time job. Buttt someone I want to date? I'll tell you that! Tomorrow! I'll upload a picture of them on my story tomorrow. So, keep your notifications on! Okay guys, thanks for being here, we've raised about -” and so, the reader wraps up their live with giddy fans who will be talking about the live for at least next day.

Sadly, they don't know that the picture you'll upload is just a picture of Mori-senpai from Ouran Highschool Host club.

[messy-does-cosmology]

Guyssss OK I'm happy posting today because me and my partner just moved into actual Durham (we used to live in Bowburn which was just shit. It was at least 20 mins away on the bus, and it was likely that the bus would be at least 20-30 minutes away anyway). We started the move yesterday and then finished it today. We managed to get 3 rooms "done" (as in, you can move around in them and use them like normal), which took SOOO long, but was so worth it. We also walked into town, which felt amazing. Just conceptually having nice places within walking distance was not something we had in Bowburn. Well, there was a good local vegan bakery but it wasn't a place we would eat in.

I'm just so so happy about this move. Everything feels more coherent now. Everything makes more sense. Also, don't tell my mum yet lol, but I got another tattoo!! I've been wanting a new one for years so I got one yesterday. It's of the sun. I just really feel like, in the northern winter, I need a bit of sun. But also like my life has been really hard emotionally for the past year, and I need a bit of sun like that too. I like to get new tattoos to represent the places I live, so have wanted a new one for a while. Honestly I have wanted a new one since covid and just couldn't come up with an idea I liked.

Anyway, I slept 9 hours last night and I'm still tired, so I'm going to bed lol. My fitbit has been screaming at me to rest.

[ryuuka-balaen]

okok new pinned post time lets go

My name's Ryuuka! not the real legal one im not japanese but thats what ive been using online at least, internet safety 101 etc.

I'm a weird, tired, trans girl and have a habit of making a fool of myself on the internet, mostly here but also often on twitch.

I made this blog with the initial intent to talk about My Hobbying (3dprinting, warhammering, gunpla building), buuutt I lost the other places I used to use for stream-of-consciousness babbling, so that migrated here too and now this is just a place for babbling Nonsense.

All the places i can be found and have accounts are in the linktree in my bio but like nobody likes to click those things so imma list a couple here;

My Discord server, for more personal Yelling:

https://discord.com/invite/2HtTgJj7kC

My friend Jerry's Discord server, for WarhammeringTalking:

https://discord.gg/2htcnHgUbF

My Twitter, if you for some reason want to see me being Weirder:

https://twitter.com/ryuuka_balaen

My Twitch; for video of whalegirlScreaming:

https://www.twitch.tv/ryuuka_balaen

and a little taste of what goes on with the twitchstreaming, so u know what ur getting into before going there:

couldnt find any clips i really wanted to use here so this one will have to do......

sadly cant twitchstreaming half as much as i want to at the moment bc college has me by the tail but we'll get there.,

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post update 20/02/24

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in a move that anyone except me couldve seen coming, Ive pivoted from being a catgirl and nosedived off the deep end and become WhaleGirl! my tags on this blog are well-used though and i like calling myself a kitties catte so they'll remain unchanged :)

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and finally: the tags i use to organize my blog :)

#/⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\ : anything I post that isn't hobbying stuff like this blog was initially intended for

#catnaps : for writing out my weird little dreams

#kittyface : any pictures that include me or my cute face :>

#halfbrat priscilla : my beloved dummy kitty baby. named after Half-breed Priscilla of dark souls

#hobbying : posts about my hobbies!! this is actual Content instead of just goofin and has like, painted models and fun things I do with my hobbies

#warhammer40k : one of The Hobbies. perhaps even Hobby of All Time. mostly painted minis

#gunpla : ough. pretty lil Gundam plastic model kits

#battletech : the cool lil mech guyssss

#catstreaming : for when the cat be streamin

#nyask : ask tag! anon asks make me happy so please send if you like :)

#replies : for a conversational thread, so things with this tag will probably show up a buncha times in a row

[the1975attheirverybest]

75tw is fighting rn, half of the girls are happy for Matty but they're tired of the "Maylor agenda" aka finding hidden "messages" about Matty or Taylor in their songs (it's getting a little bit annoying) and those girls just want to go back to "normal schedule" (waiting for new tour content) and the other half are Maylor girlies who get mad when someone criticizes them for being 'pushy' and they start saying things like "oh you're mad because Taylor ruines your parasocial relationship with Matty and blah blah blah"

I'm in a corner of tw looking at the drama like🥲🫣

Cmooooon guyssss!!!! Just the other day we were talking about how well the fandom has been handling this whole drama. Now we look like fuckin children. Chill the fuck out. Also while it’s fun to speculate who the songs are about and stuff, we are never going to fully know. Doesn’t change the fact that they’re good songs. So just relax! It’s all good! We’ve been well behaved so far let’s not pick a fight now.

Twitter is the 9th circle of hell anyway. We dont claim that energy. Let it remain contained within Elon Musks world.